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I don’t know about OP but in México when you get your driver’s license, passport or file taxes, fingerprints and iris recognition are a must, no exceptions.

My mother. One of the best compliments I ever got is “You are NOTHING like her”♥️

Nightmare fuel for sure, I could never.

On the other hand, I love how enthusiastic (and disgusting) your whole comment is! Lol I am happy there are people like you who enjoy performing a very much needed job and hope they pay you accordingly.

Are there any perks to this kind of job? Like how teachers get the summer off? (Do they still do that?) I had a friend who is a mortician and ahe said that one of the biggest perks of her job was that she diidn’t need to make small talk. A bit dark but a perk nonetheless.

7Hey fellow road rager! I too suffer from this aillment while knowing at the same time that it could be life threatening if I cross paths with an armed short fused a$$hole. I live in a very high traffic city with stuff to do on both sides of it, taking my kid to some classes results in a two hour commute and then two hours back home. Not easy and it makes me want to light my hair on fire sooooo me and my kid play the “maybe” game:

Maybe that guy cut me off because he is pooping in his pants (Kid laughs and it Takes the edge of me bursting into flames)

Maybe that lady trying to pass me in a not so nice way is late for her flight to (insert whatever place you/your kid think of and talk about what things you’d like to do there. While in Italy, for example, we thought about asking for a pizza with pineapple on it and putting a clown wig on the David)

I could go on and on (I won’t) but the main thing is to redirect my anger as energy to somewhere else.

I find it amusing when I do it with my kid because it helps us connect while spending time together. When I am by myself I play it too, but the NSFW version: This guy is tailgating me because he cannot wait to get pegg3d when he gets home. Etc etc. I chuckle for a bit and let it pass. Not kink shaming anyone at all.

Maybe I am a bit insane but this has helped me tremendously.

It is. Sending you an internet Hug. You matter and should have had someone who listened to you back then. 💜

When people dismiss children’s concerns. Maybe to adults is not a big deal, but to kids it does matter. I make an effort to pay attention and listen when a child tells me something.

Paraphrasing something I read somewhere “Do we open a book just to close it again?” That for me, it means that it is not merely for doing something that we exist, but to tell stories, to pass on knowledge, to keep rituals alive, to be a vessel for something beyond ourselves. The important part, same as books, is to tell stories. Everything sparks from there.

Yes. My dad was an avid swimmer and scuba diver so he wanted to instill that onto us children.

You are one eloquent mummified raconteur. I loved how as traumatic as it was, you told it beautifully.

German

Me and my sibling were tired of my mom eavesdropping whenever so we learned another language to communicate between us. It would drive her crazy but she never bothered to learn to speak said language, so that’s on her.

I guess it also depends on culture. In Latinamerica many people consider birthdays a big deal so forgetting it would be considered a faux pas.

For me personally I care if my partner and close friends remember, coworkers, my dentist, etc. I don’t give a damn but if they so happen to congratulate me or send a gift or whatever, I thank them graciously and try to correspond in the same manner when it is theirs.

For example, my yoga teacher found out about my birthday because SO sent me flowers to the studio so I could enjoy myself starting the day, so said teacher gifted me a box of my favorite incense. It was a nice touch but definitely due to circumnstances. I enjoyed it nevertheless. So now I will be getting her a nice beautiful plant for her balcony.

Batfink was a favorite of mine too! First time I’ve seen it mentioned out in the wild.

Eggs, cheese (mostly cottage), beans, greek yogurt (store bought or homemade), tomatoes, garlic, olive oil, sardines and whatever veggies and fruits are on sale. Same for meat, poultry or fish except the inside organs. For carbs I use corn tortillas and quinoa sparingly because I have to watch glycemic index. For snacks I like popcorn, hummus, pita chips. These are also limited.

I shared this before here, but it completely changed the way I live my life:

Perfect is the enemy of good enough.

So please, give yourself grace and understanding especially if you are a perfectionist. Go at your own pace.

Good for you it is super fun!I love yoga challenges and have done some with neighbor yoga groups, school moms, etc.I like yoga with Tim.

Thanks for the empathy and good wishes. I am in a better place now.

Too small clothes so I’d be excited to go on a diet and lose weight… as an already very sick underweight teen with an eating disorder who wasn’t a wize zero “but you’ll get there”

Paulo Cohelo’s garbage books to “help me with my constant depression that keeps bringing everyone down and you like books, no?”

Stuffed animal toy thay was first intended for a baby shower but the mom didn’t want it so “why should it go to waste if you can have it as a birthday present”

Plastic surgery offering as a sweet sixteen present “so you can feel beautiful”

Professional acne treatment (Accutane) as a birthday present because “Oh you poor thing need it”

A used and stained old yellow blouse “because it will make you look happier” I hate yellow.

And the list goes on lol. That was growing up and it is one of the many reasons why I am no contact with all of those people.

Now as an independent adult in a stable loving relaionship surrounded by nice genuine friends, I actually get very thoughtful and beautiful gifts. Some expensive, some with no monetary cost.

I am sorry OP. Cancer is such an awful thing.

Ooooh this made me teary eyed. My dad was my hero and he absolutely adored me, when he passed away unexpectedly I still remember him saying goodbye while getting out the door carrying his coffee thermos and briefcase. I miss him everyday.