Funny, seeing them at the top gave me a favorable impression of them, but seems to have caused the opposite for you. My impression was probably due to, like someone else said, feeling like maybe they’re not being drilled with as much anti-union propaganda.
But I’m from a place where you have to go out of your way not to be part of a union.
What does being Swedish have to do with anything?
A quick test for this is, are you good at making a good first impression or short time of friendship and then it kinda falls off with time? If yes, masking is likely in play.
Can confirm. This is my entire life.
Lucky me, I’ve never been ‘with it’.
I’m groaning so hard while feeling really happy at the same time, it hurts. Thanks.
Where I live the dog shampoo costs more than the human shampoo.
Or you mean the conditioner?
This is my problem, I am impulsive and silly enough to still say things, but the way they come out sometimes makes me want to die a little inside and stop being perceived forever.
Sometimes if I am not doing too badly I still can turn it around, where the very failure of delivery can on its own get the laughs (or groans). If I sort of stay with it long enough to express something like “yeah, that was bad wasn’t it? want more?”. But it does require a minimum of social aptitude like you said, which for me varies a lot.
The avocados I was used to in South America were really flavorful and I ate them raw. Now I’m in Europe and they’re tiny and bland, though I still eat them raw.
Fight swastikas with loss
I wanted to try that in my home town in the tropics but I observed that anything underground fills with water immediately and even overground structures end up suffering water damage that’s very resistant to most measures I’ve seen.
Still wondering what’s best for those kind of climates.
Wait, I’m not “young people”? (37)
Mom did this to me also. On the same day of her radical mastectomy. I had no idea she had breast cancer.
The surgery went ok at least.
The theory is about millenials having wallets. You’re not a millenial and you don’t have a wallet. No contradictions here.
I don’t like it, haven’t really needed it, prefer public transport and have terrible motor skills.
I really enjoyed reading your story. It’s honest about your faults and kind to yourself at the same time. I hope I can find a way to see my own life in a similar way.
I get it, most of my life I’ve had episodes that are more like yours, and my brain just found this and it doesn’t want to let go for a reason. The first couple of months I thought it was the best escape, but once I realized I couldn’t stop, I’ve been despairing. I feel like I’m going mad but more quietly rather than explosively.
Daydreaming. I’m sick of it, but I keep going there.
I like that Cory Doctorow is pretty open about having been scammed despite being quite well informed, because it really can happen to anyone. It just takes the right convergence of factors.
I managed to eradicate them from my garden but it was a pain. I still have nightmares where I’d keep pulling them out and they’d grow bigger and bigger roots until there was nothing else left.
So after all that, I don’t even perceive them as pretty anymore.
All these details were present from only reading the title:
A very large and heavy marble that you’d need to pick up with both hands to hold. A man was already there keeping a hand on the marble, to prevent it from rolling on the wooden table. The table is simple, square and has 4 legs. I know what the marble would sound like if it were to roll, bumping over the little imperfections. This is happening indoors, but there’s some natural light coming through. The table is relatively close to the edge of a room but you can still approach the table from all sides. The room is mostly undefined besides that. The man is not too detailed, I have a vague awareness of what he is like, but more like a gestalt of him.
After reading the prompt: The man rolled the ball with a soft push. It produced the expected sound and then he stopped it again before it fell. I felt anxiety when the ball rolled, and was relieved when it was stopped. I want to put it on soft cloth so that we can stop worrying about it rolling off the table. There’s soft cloth nearby, and it’s purple felt.
I have hyperfantasia.