My family ranges between snobby bourgeoisie to lower level elites, and they act like they can’t comprehend anything that isn’t the squeaky clean version of the American Dream, seemingly to preserve their fragile illusion that they are better than anything less. Saying that they refuse to recognize their privilege would be the understatement of the year. I’ve heard members of millionaire families among them describe themselves as “middle class” because their friends are billionaires.

So, as you can imagine, it becomes difficult to know what to talk about when they think the movies I like are obscene, my problems at work are ungratefulness, my travels in Mexico are recklessness, my interest in technology is criminality, and the story of my life is a tragedy.

Hence, I tend to just get drunk and ask them questions to keep the focus off me, but I don’t always succeed.

I have a strangely opposite situation. Politics is one of the safer topics in my family, even though I am a lot further left than the rest of them.

If it’s movies, hobbies, travel, relationships, or anything else on the table, then I’m heavily outnumbered, and will inevitably be made to feel like shit about myself.

So, in my case, I have very little in common with them except for being on the left side of politics, and the areas that we disagree there feel much less personal than them judging all of my life choices.

I honestly feel like parasocial friends with DB0 at this point, and he is a really standup person in my opinion. Definitely the kind of intelligent nerd I admire.

“There is no god but man.” - Aleister Crowley

God didn’t design us in his image, we designed him in ours.

I haven’t had a single issue with feeling censored at DB0. If anything, it is users from other instances acting like they own the whole Fediverse that I have occasionally had a problem with, but I don’t think any of them were moderators.

I sort of feel the opposite. My childhood self was least like who I really am. Aging has been a process of becoming my true self and expressing it honestly. If anything, the only thing that feels like a mask is my aging body—but my spirit/truth is constantly in a process of being revealed.

You sound like a germophobe, to be honest. /s

Just leave it in a random hotel room drawer—seems to be where most of them end up eventually. /s

You sound like a germophobe, to be honest. Yes, your situation is gross, but the human immune system is pretty amazing. Just look at how many people in New York City survive every day in a melting pot of subway germs.

Fecal matter and other organic waste can transmit disease and infection, especially if you get it in an open wound, but the chances of that happening if you clean and dress the wound soon after are very low. Even if a wound does get infected, we have medicine that can deal with that easily as long as it isn’t allowed to persist for a long time.

In my opinion, it sounds a little bit like you could benefit from therapy to become more comfortable with these feelings of revulsion towards normal exposure to germs. It is good to have sanitizer and stuff ready when you need it, but you also don’t need to suffer through continued panic after cleaning and disinfecting yourself from a gross exposure.

Debian always wins.

You may want to ask more questions first before soliciting that nude.

Tuttle!

Troll live streamers. It’s way more fun when you can see their reaction. Kick is an especially fun target—those IRL MAGA types are the biggest snowflakes around.

Never go back to Reddit. Dead inside.

God forbid people make accounts to seek advice for problems. /s

adjective-verb-adjective agrees.

I disagree. Living independently can be of massive importance for some people’s mental health. If this person needs 20% more money and they feel like their parents contributed to their stunted growth, they should consider side hustles like Uber, DoorDash, Fiver, or a part time job.

As someone who definitely fixed their life after 20, broke it again, fixed it again, and then broke it again again, and is in the process of fixing it, this is an inaccurate statement.

Life isn’t a clean story with a straightforward plot. It is twirling through space while trying to hoist yourself towards more desirable outcomes as much as you can. No matter how good you get at that, you will never be flying a jet—you are just a master tumbler.

Keep trying, keep learning, and see how things evolve.

I agree. Trump talks a lot, but the final result is usually unpredictable. If you are here legally and you have a desire to stay, I would wait and see what happens, while also setting aside some savings in case you need to move.

The only work theft I ever tolerated was coffee creamer, because we all knew who was addicted to coffee, and we all sort of stole in a circle from each other for a day or two when we ran out of our own.

It was this one:

https://sh.itjust.works/post/27962511

I remembered the locked up for 20 years. I see now that they are a little different.