I don’t wear much other than hoodies and jeans.

Got a Citizen and it looks like I paid a mint for it in contrast.

You can say it is the polish to this turd.

I’d fight the shit out of you but I am afraid you are just too well hydrated and I stand no chance.

Won’t lie, for a short period I had a Sony mini disk set up and I don’t think I can ever appreciate other modern physical mediums of music as much.

And I can’t explain why other than personal biast reasons, either.

I have a forgettable joke, but can’t remember it.

As a local moron, it looks like something people like myself, or, myself, would think would be cool to try and catch.

Pro: Population Control and Mobile Darwin Award ballot box.

Suddenly Christmas at Granny’s.

On other sites, I’ve been corrected. And I’ve been corrected a bunch of times here, too.

The difference being here I learned something and it’s cool…

and say over at reddit being corrected on something that you’re not only correct about, but called an asshole for it as well.

It’s been a really nice change of pace. Thank you, inhabitants of Lemmy.

Unless it’s windows… never admit you’re a windows user… ever… /s

Growing up weird and poor in a very conservative and arrogant part of the prairies, I was bullied relentlessly. The teachers never did anything unless it was me fighting back, to which it was suspension and I was a bad kid.

As high school came along, I grew more and more violent to the point I wasn’t a loser or a tough guy, but a snap case. The other kids thought I was edgy, the parents thought I was bound for prison, and the teachers probably had a beer when I dropped out.

My mom didn’t know what to do. And this was in a time where if your kid was in therapy, it’s was your failure as a parent. Combined with my disgust at the idea that I was what was broken, it was off the table. It wasn’t until I was in my twenties that I went for psychological help.

By then, I was so suicidal and gone that I wouldn’t be near ok until my late thirties. In my mid forties now, I look back and see myself as the potential shooter. I’m holding back my emotions right now, thinking of it. Fortunately, there were no guns at my disposal back, back then is how I feel looking back. I don’t know if I’d be able to hurt anyone like that, but I’d fuck myself up.

I lay a lot of blame on a system that allowed it to happen. In a community where open racism and homophobic views were the norm at the time, teachers were as judgmental as the students in some situations. Now maybe if I were white, it’d be easier, but even the broke white kids didn’t get any breaks. Especially from the teachers.

Look at me go, a meme has me fucked up thinking back and dumping online. But yeah, there it is.

I’d like to close by saying the town I grew up in is a far different place now. I’ve moved back and feel good here. I see teachers and bullies who don’t make eye contact, will not recognize me at all (which is my favorite) and the occasional happy to see you moments. I don’t communicate well in public these days, so it makes it ultra awkward, much like being in high school, talking to students you barely know.

That was actually harder to say out loud than I thought.

Fill your mouth with Orville’s finest buttery hot seed.

It was the door to a barbie dream house, and no I don’t have pics, it’s embarrassing enough already.

Multiple Personalities.

When you say you wanna see other people, they already are other people!

Ahhh yes, Iran Alberta, Canada.

Go for the food, stay for the bread festivals. It’s when we sing the score from Fiddler on the roof and sacrifice a bear in the name of our sponsors, Phil’s pork 'n beans.

Good Ol’ Iran, Alberta. Fuckin’ love that place. Go there, you tell Jimmy, Bill from Ottawa says hello!

I was a big fan of G.G. Allin, so it’s hard to pin point just a single moment, but we’ll let google and your imaginations take you there. It’s pretty trippy.

When I was super young and listening to ace of bass i learned one of the members was also a white supremacist.

Lead singer of L7 whipped her used tampon at an asshole like a fucking champ.

my youngest brother had a lazy stick. It was a broom handle and a ruler taped together with a couple of chop sticks mixed in to help hold the two together. To avoid getting out of bed, he fashioned this up to turn off the lights in his room. Inspired by Homers broom in the episode of the Simpsons where he gains a ton of weight to go on disability.

This stick did the trick and even could turn the tv on and off.

Twenty years later, my brother is currently on a diet and losing a lot of weight. All the weight is post stick and much later in life, but we have a laugh about it every now and again.

Adult with free time and a good PC: I AM THE FUCKING KRAKKEN PREPARE THESE PIPES FOR C.O.D AND HD PORN

I’ve never felt so imaginary jacked in my life. Like, multi jacked if you think about it. And I’m really Goro from Mortal Mombat, so that helps the jacked multiplier…

I’ve been talking a bunch of shit out of annoyance. And there’s a bunch of posts echoing exactly what I was complaining about.

Even getting called a liar.

This is the only reasonable or polite response I’ve seen. Missed one maybe?

So thanks. I really shouldn’t be painting the entire lifestyle with the same brush, because well here we are.

So I’ll shut up, and say thanks. And for the record, my kid still makes me get the impossible patties. She’s not veg anything, so ita just cause they’re good and that on its own should be good enough. Not all is lost in my removed.

I didn’t act or anything. I just stood there much like here watching the entitled dietary moron go off.

But I was really annoyed so like the imaginary cool vegan, it was more contexts. But good notes. It was Safeway. No wonder yall are not taken seriously.

Middle of a Safeway once, in line at McDonald’s my ex was called a poser for ordering the veggie burger by someone in line at a fucking McDonald’s (dont care if youre just there for the fries), online community of course adds to it because, well yeah, here we are.

Entitled people have a way of announcing and decrying those below them. Like morons who think Android phones are for the poor.

I won’t go near the comparison to one’s sexual preference, to another voluntary dietary habits.

But, you’re not wrong. If this was something that was super important to me and life affecting, then you are completely right.

Now, as someone who is just trying to not eat meat for personal and whatever reasons, that’s not how you get people into your cause. I am not bound to it, and the perception of the community is something i get to have liberty with.

How about “well, it’s not an animal. not bad”. Not being me with my kid hearing that her favorite burger patty (the impossible one) is a waste of money and an embarrassment to the real vegans in the middle of the safeway by a random asshole stranger, who had the after thought to explain how tofu is better totally not noticing that his very life is in danger.