Don’t we try to categorize everything though? Like, could you wear a combination of items without someone trying to categorize it into a style? If it were true that you cannot, absurdist style would be impossible to depict visually.
Don’t we try to categorize everything though? Like, could you wear a combination of items without someone trying to categorize it into a style? If it were true that you cannot, absurdist style would be impossible to depict visually.
My fetish is sending a document as a copy and then seeing someone edit it in realtime while I’m in it.
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My grandpa was always really interested in whatever I had going on, especially when I didn’t think it was worth celebrating. We spent a lot of time golfing together when I was a kid and he taught me a lot about staying calm and looking at me today vs yesterday instead of me vs where I wish I was.
Everybody we ran into seemed to really like being around him. We used to play with a lot of people we rolled up to on the golf course. I try my best to be someone people are happy to see; like they were for him.
I miss him but I carry so much of him inside I feel like I can still hear what he would say. I hope I can be as important to someone as he was to me.
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Waking up at the same time 7 days a week. I never feel overly tired and my body feels better.
So being high all the time is remarkably similar to being sober all the time because your brain adjusts to what you throw at it.
I took 10 months off and I just read a lot of books.
Everyone is different though. You should probably try avoiding the internet news and try interacting with people in real life. People are pretty cool when they’re not a vague description of bad behavior from a stranger online who wants you to believe an entire category of people are bad.
The news literally exists to make you anxious at this point because it drives engagement.
The fucked up thing is you can know this and still not be able to stop compulsively reading it.
We have a lot of two lane roads where I grew up. My parents used to have this Buick sedan that took diesel. To pass a slower car my mom would make sure there was nobody coming the other way for as far as she could see, then floor it and tell me to pray.
Whoops I guess I didn’t drive that. Worst car I’ve driven personally is probably a Volkswagen scirocco that had been in storage for years. It was a stick so I had to keep the clutch in with one foot and have my heel on the brake and toe on the throttle just to keep it running at a stop sign.
I tried buying a used thinkpad and putting Linux on it, but then it stopped charging correctly after 2 weeks. So I went back on adhd meds and got a new job and turned my life around.
It’s really easy to understand diabetes but it’s not something a lot of people grasp quickly if it doesn’t affect them.
First, when you eat carbohydrates they are converted into sugar by the body. Your cells want that sugar, but they don’t want too much. Too much sugar in the blood can damage blood vessels, leading to all sorts of issues ranging from annoying to fatal.
Insulin is like UPS, it delivers the sugar to the cells, also facilitating its entry into the cells. Normal people’s pancreas release an appropriate amount of insulin to match the amount of sugar in your blood and keep your blood sugar in a safe range (70-120, guidance on this varies this is not medical advice).
Type 1: Pancreas is damaged, often by the body’s immune system, and can no longer produce insulin. It’s genetic, and it doesn’t usually present after adolescence. The only treatment for type 1 is insulin. If you don’t have a pump you take a 24-hour insulin for a baseline and then a short-acting insulin for your meals. You usually have a carbohydrate to insulin ratio. 1 unit of insulin to 15g carbs is pretty common for a starting point. If you have a pump it just releases a slow drip of insulin as a base and then you program your ratio for meals.
Type 2: Your cells become insulin resistant and your pancreas responds by upping the amount of insulin it produces. Eventually it can’t keep up and your blood sugar rises. There is a period of time where you can avoid developing type 2 with diet changes. There is a period of time where you can just take pills. The final stage is using insulin injections like a type 1.
Finally, insulin is really expensive (or was, I think there’s legislation lowering prices in my state). The retail price without insurance of 2 insulins, needle tips, and blood testing supplies can easily be $1200/month. That’s the price you pay to eat without dying as a type 1.
I’m just a simple guy but if making that much money off people who literally have no other choice isn’t evil I’m not sure what is. Do we deserve to be able to eat? Tough call I guess.
I don’t worry too much about what might happen. If the world ends it was probably supposed to. Everything that happens had to have happened that way. It’s a waste of time worrying about what might have been different.
It’s all good. I’m glad to provide that reassurance.
It breaks my heart to think about the people out there without supportive parents. I want you all to know you’re enough just how you are. You’re worth loving. I wish I could help everyone.
I don’t see anything in my statement that should lead you to believe otherwise.
I just love her. Don’t care what the packaging is.
I will do whatever it takes to make my daughter happy and if that’s wrong I don’t want to be right.
If that means being an army dude, paint my face. If that means being a princess at a tea party, paint my nails.
Whatever she decides she wants to be, I want to be there cheering her on. If you take that attitude and try to extend it to everyone you meet you make a better world.
Have you tried a wedge pillow? It didn’t work well for me but it does for some.
So the proper treatment for concussion is rest. If you get one that isn’t super severe that’s what the doctor will tell you to do is sleep it off.
If it’s bad he’ll tell you to sleep it off while a nurse watches you. I’m sorry you had to find out like this.
I treat myself because I deserve it. Keeps me focused on working to pay off the treats.