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Cake day: June 15th, 2023

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  • If it helps at all, I didn’t spend my younger years drinking, and I’m still considered friends with most of the people I made friends with in my 20’s. However, I almost never see and/or talk them anymore, just because life gets busy, and it becomes harder to maintain contact. It’s still hard for me to find new friends and people to hang out with. I believe that particular struggle is a pretty shared experience regardless of what our younger selves did. It’s entirely possible that even if you didn’t spend your younger days drinking, that “friend circle” would be just as absent as it is now.

    I think you’re doing great, and the advice of going to the gym and finding a hobby is great advice for yourself too, that’s how I met the friends I have now. it’s a great way to find people who are busy with life, but have made time in their life for their hobby, and you can share that time with them, and badda bing badda boom, friendship.






  • I think it’s important to point out that this is not justifiable because he was a jan 6 rioter, but because he was reaching for a gun.

    It’s a small distinction, but an important one, as justifications can easily stretch to encompass things they shouldn’t. If it’s ok for an officer to kill someone at a traffic stop solely because they were at the riot, then it won’t be long before it’s justification for killing someone at a protest, or just for speaking out.

    So good riddance to bad rubbish in this case, but be wary of dismissing a police officer killing someone just because we don’t like them.


  • Life is experienced only by those who live it. The thing that keeps me not going through with it, is literally FOMO. As much as life is filled with things that suck, and things that I hate, I know there is the very real possibility that something new will come along that I will have regretted not getting to experience.

    When I remember the things that I have experienced since the time I tried to kill myself I’m high school, I am glad I didn’t. I would’ve regretted not making the new friends I did, and meeting the love of my life, and all of the the great times I’ve had, even though the shitty times that drove me to the edge, still persisted.

    When I remember the things that I have experienced since the time I tried to kill myself in college, I am glad I didn’t. I would’ve seriously regretted missing out on the freedom of independent living, and the parties with friends, and precious memories I’ve made in that time.

    When I remembered the time I tried to kill myself after loosing my 3rd job in a row, and hanging on the edge of poverty for just one too many times, I’m glad I didn’t. I would of seriously regretted missing out on buying my first house, and never getting to meet my baby girls.

    When I think now, that life is shit, and not worth continuing, I remember those past times and know that it was impossible to know what could’ve been ahead of me, and how glad I am I stuck around to find out. So I keep on struggling through, because I know that there’s bound to be some unkown thing, at some unknown time, that I will definitely want to be around to see.



  • I started my new job a few weeks ago after being unemployed for 6 months. Last week, my 2 year old twins, after I stand by the door and tell them goodbye and that I’m leaving for work, unprompted, started running up to me saying “no daddy, kiss youuuu” and demand I kneel down so they can give me goodbye kisses on each cheek before I leave.

    This is now a daily thing. It is the best damn thing in the world.


  • That’s because it omits what all of the things lost get replaced with. The time spent with your kid is incredible. Yes your YouTube playlist gets taken over by baby shark, but also you get to see them go from a lump that can barely move, to being able to do situps, then walk, then run up to you and start clapping their hands making the baby shark motions, and start cackling with the most genuine laughter you will ever hear in you life as you get up off the couch and pretend to scream “oh no the baby shark is gonna get me” as they chase you around the house.

    It’s good times.

    It’s also bad times. Like when you have to tell them no, or stop, or bed time, and they scream the scream of pure despair, as nothing in life could possibly be as painful, as terrible, as inhumanly awful as being told you’re not allowed to roll around in the broken glass that you just shattered on the ground by wildly throwing your teddy bear across the room.

    Your life becomes singularly focused, You lose almost all of the things you were before, but your life is always interesting and meaningful. Except to other people. Other people think your hobbyless, in bed at 8 life, is boring.










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