

HOLY CROSS and then you throw that shit
HOLY CROSS and then you throw that shit
I’ve been in some scary situations, but I don’t think anything has ever compared to the fear + PANIC feeling of getting separated and then lost from my parents inside a busy store when I was a child. I feel like I can handle fear and get ahold of it pretty quickly as an adult, even in dangeroussituations, but panic is an entirely different animal and as a kid you have zero reference for that kinda thing.
That’s very impressive! We had a swing dance club in my high school and they always looked like they were having a good time. I think the closest thing I’ve done to dancing is marching in formation in the Army, which does take rhythm and coordination. But there’s a certain “fluidness” to some people that my body just doesn’t have.
I wish I had enough rhythm to dance, not like some amazing dancer, I’m talking even just a little bit. I dance like Elaine on Seinfeld.
Saaame. A sip of milk is like poison for me, 20 minutes later and I’m stuck in the bathroom for the next 4 hours.
Sometimes I stumble upon a random song on Spotify that has a catchy tune, so I save it into a playlist but don’t really listen to it until later, and in really hearing the lyrics for the first time, sometimes I’ll be like waiting a sec…is this about Jesus/God?
100% real. I’m not saying I’m a 10 by any means, but I can go from a 3 with no make-up and schlepping around in sweats and be utterly ignored by people in public, to probably a high 8 with my hair, make-up, and flattering clothes on, and I am immediately noticed and acknowledged. People hold doors for me, smile at me, stare at me. It’s like night and day. But I say this as a woman, so I cannot speak to the male experience of this.
It would be interesting to see if it’s ever happened in the past, for sure. I too assumed it was due to poor education, but the three people I mentioned (my old boss and the 2 new coworkers) all came from different areas of the U.S. and are each in different generations (1 Boomer, 1 Gen X, 1 Millennial), so they all have very different backgrounds/education experiences, yet they ALL struggle to read anything longer than a single sentence. It’s infuriating. I try to be patient, because hey, we all have our thing we suck at, but it’s honestly a little scary that they and so many other are out there not following directions simply because they can’t read them.
Reading comprehension has gone down the tubes. I dunno if it’s from people watching too many TikToks and their attention span can’t handle reading more than one sentence anymore, or what, but I have definitely noticed a change in people’s ability to read and understand the content of what they just read.
Where I work, my old boss never wrote anything down, did not like to communicate via email, and insisted on phone calls/verbal meetings instead. When they announced they were taking a new job, we begged them to create an SOP of all the things they did with detailed instructions because NONE of it had ever been written down. We were told no, they couldn’t do that. No explanation other than “I can’t.” And I’m convinced that they simply couldn’t read, or could BARELY read.
So I created the SOP instead, detailed as hell, everything in one place. Sections, subsections, hyperlinks, it’s all there. 2 new employees come into the office, I’m supposed to train them. I do, and I show them the SOP, tell them “everything you need to know is in this SOP”, so that AFTER I train them, they can reference it.
They never reference it, ever. They ask me how to do the things they’ve forgotten instead. I just point them to the correct section in the SOP and tell them to read it. BUT THEY DON’T READ. It’s insane! How do they get by in life in general!?
I’ve always been a fan of space aliens interacting with ancient civilization on Earth, like in Stargate the movie
I’m super looking forward to this!
Gochujang is my new favorite hot sauce, I’ve been putting it on everything. I’ve also made Gochujang caramel sugar cookies, which are fricken amazing.
I do, but I need something with a different texture to go with it, otherwise it’s too slimy and gross. I’d never eat just cottage cheese straight up.
Before lactose intolerance set in, BBQ-flavored potato chips dipped in cottage cheese. Also Doritos dipped in cottage cheese. Absolute fire.
Silence, rain drops, crackling fire, a certain type of bird chirping outside (I’m not sure what kind of bird it is, maybe a Robin)
Hell yeah, I love to bake. I definitely prefer baking over cooking, though I do enjoy both. I usually make bagels or cookies, but I’m gonna try my hand at sourdough bread soon. What do you like to bake?
Yeah, I’m not saying you need to ENJOY it, just that you should be able to do it in order to feed yourself. We all have daily tasks we don’t enjoy doing, but being able to adequately feed yourself is necessary for survival.
I don’t ENJOY swimming and wouldn’t choose to swim for pleasure, but I know how, because I don’t want to drown if I fall into deep water. It’s basic survival.
I’ve met several people over the years who literally cannot cook a single thing for themselves and either rely on others to cook for them or live off take out and microwaveable meals. People who would look at what’s in a cupboard and would just go without eating simply because they never learned how to follow directions.
“I didn’t expect them to go after MY immigrant neighbors!” says the people who voted for the “We Hate Immigrants” party.
That’s a good way to put it, I can definitely keep time. But yes, practice makes perfect!