This is basic mental illness.
This is basic mental illness.
I do believe that there will be violence. Probably some bombs in buildings. Probably some rogue shooters. Disappointed zealots taking revenge. Certainly assassination attempts.
Me too.
I was at this concert:
Info that allows me to break through any of the “brick walls” in my genealogy research.
I was a staff studio photographer doing jewelery work in the late 1980s. In NYC. If you are old enough to remember the Service Merchandise jewelery section, that was me. Lots of other upscale catalogs too. “Successful” in the business.
There were hundreds of people willing to do my job for free. Many were talented. So the pay was minimal. Tried other careers, landed in computer work in the early 90s. Got lucky with the rising tide. Rode it until now.
DO NOT REGRET. Photography is a lousy business. Now I own a house in the suburbs. Wife, kid, dog, car, 401k. Bills are on autopay.
I agree. This poor schlub did a Google search (“no license or birth certificate”) and a bunch of sovcit pages popped up. It’s an example of why this shit is toxic to people in general.
My father always used to say:
“Last thing I remember, I was 18 years old, standing on a streetcorner with my friends. This morning I woke up with a wife, 3 kids and a mortgage.”
I’ll upvote again.
…drilled over 4,000ft into the earth’s mantle…
No, they didn’t.
You missed “become poor” and “have his family turn on him”.
I wonder how that new truck was paid for.
I only recently learned of this:
Time is the coin of your Life.
It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent.
Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.
And when you spend it, spend it wisely so that you get the most for your expenditure.
~Carl Sandburg
This is the best in a while. So earnest. So perfectly innocently confident in SovCit Truths. And so about to slam into reality in a painful way.
Thank you for seeing me. Some days, the worst is the feeling that all of the struggle is not only insignificant in the end, but also invisible. I think of all of the rest that are in situations like me and that I’ll never know them.
I live in a county that is very strongly divided on several issues. Nextdoor has to constantly remove posts for excess intensity. A discord would rapidly devolve into death threats.