Hey, what happened to “don’t bash women”?

Dude. DUDE. I’m utterly flummoxed as to why you chose this person to be your life partner and mother to your kids.

If he means $5k per month for the next 25-30 years, sure. But $5k total is idiotic.

Downvote away. Since I moved states, I’m now a 45 min drive from the nearest TJs. Loved that place.

This sub? Based on capricious downvotes? Not so much.

But hey, Saul Goodman.

You’re a GD dumbass.

I hope you have the life you deserve.

Maybe watch some TikToks about “critical thinking.”

Oh wait, no such thing exists.

https://www.reddit.com/r/careerguidance/s/hmo3nh0d4L

You are an idiot.

Half dozen of each. I’m on the can, it’s getting flushed.

You bloody wanker! You absolute bellend! Go get pissed and leave us Muricans alone! Heh.

You’re … well a lot of things I shining say,

Why?

1. Discipline
   
2. Preparation for the real world
   
3. Learning to follow orders or suffer the consequences
   
4. Learn how to find information
   
5. Avoid becoming a brain-rot mouth-breathing moron

But sure, complain some more.

Sure, let’s encourage people to enroll in the military to die on some foreign land at the whim of a despot.

But the USCGS is the best option of the five branches in that regard.

I’d absolutely Nope out of that relationship or at least let them fend for themselves. (If it lasts long enough, I’d try some of whatever they make for themselves and start to learn to make it too if I liked it.

I also question if this list is truly physically restrictive or some ARFID.

Uhm, no? I’ve replied to some blatant reasons why your entire team turned on you in a single thread.

A. You apparently have no clue how Reddit works.

B. You are quite obviously stunted socially.

C. You might be on the spectrum.

D. Either way, you are so far beneath my level of interest, as soon as I move on to another thread, your clueless defensive self will never again cross my consciousness.

Good day, weirdo.

I’m feeling scared. I’m having an existential crisis. I’m facing mortality and the end of life while still having plenty of life to live. I’m confused. I’m angry. I’m blindsided. I’m freaking out. I’m getting blind-drunk so I don’t have to face all these feelings.

There are feelings and there are words to express those feelings.

Devastated. Worried. Overwhelmed. Terrified. Astonished. Confused. Vulnerable. Powerless. Enraged. Withdrawn. Furious. Resentful.

There are all kinds of words for all kinds of feelings.

Saying “feeling some kind of way” is a kid’s cop-out, not the hallmark of a GenX.

You’ve been feeling some kind of way about it?

ETA:

I’m sorry to learn that you have alexithymia. I hope your therapist is helping you sort through emotions and put names to them.

Alexithymia, also called emotional blindness, is a neuropsychological phenomenon characterized by difficulties processing or describing one's emotions.

Alexithymia occurs in 5% of the general population, though it is more common for those with conditions such as autism, post-traumatic stress disorder and cancer.

Mood Wheels can help.

Does the Mod note mean that Christian Nationalism amounts to politics? Without any reference to any political party, I’m quite unclear how politics was inferred.

I was raised Catholic. Went to Catholic school K-12 and haven’t been to church since. Okay, maybe 10-20 times for weddings, funerals, old times sake over the last 35-40 years.

But organized religion is a cult.

If you want to believe in something, do so but there’s no need to join in chants and proscribed behavior from a nebulous “leader” and all underling sycophants which is not spiritual, healing or affirming. It just means you’re hanging out with other cultists.

The exact opposite. After / during seeing what Christian Nationalism is doing to the USA, all religions are cults.

Oldest is AOL email. Old is Hotmail. Gmail is adult.

Ask GenZ to explain how they memorized friend social account names (IG, Reddit, etc) — you’ll get another blank look because it’s just how they know those people — they have two names. Like you had a name and a phone number.

The man is an imbecile. That’s how I spin it.

🍊💩🤡

When my first Soul Dog (Lord Beauregard, aka Bogey) died after 16 years, I was a complete trainwreck and could’ve absolutely used a week off.

It was 2005 and there was zero time.

I loathed my boss with every cell in my body for six months after I had to show up daily and deal with both her and all the nimrod clients.

I was literally sobbing between scheduled calls.

To this day, I hate her for that.

8th grade? Cool.

High school? Wonderful.

College? Fantastic!

Before those? Eff that noise.

My office has a professional brewing setup thing with premeasured pouches of various (two? three?) varieties. All entirely free. Since day one for me in 2019 and probably well before then.

Meanwhile, I don’t drink coffee so it’s all lost on me.

Dawn liquid.

Tasted nasty, coated everything in my mouth.

After swallowing, I wanted to wash out the taste. Asked for a glass of water.

We both imagined burping/farting bubbles and started laughing.

Never got soap again after that.