I would like a wake up call at 9:30 and breakfast at 10 please.
I would like a wake up call at 9:30 and breakfast at 10 please.
I earned my dad joke card in 1985 when I came around the corner carrying a joke book and like 7 kids groaned.
is old
I never did understand how an ocean can contain multiple seas.
Network monitoring engineers: explains for the umpteenth time that a node reporting down isn’t just a single dropped packet
I’m a Lucoa kind of guy myself, but not for the reasons you think.
It’s the shorts. Don’t @ me lol
20,000 tickets gets you a complimentary continental breakfast!
What a horrible day to have eyes.
I’m aware. I also have various anxiety disorders and claustrophobia. Thoughts can trigger things just as easily as actual events.
This entire discussion has me on the edge of a panic attack, even though I am by myself and in no imminent danger.
With nobody to use it on. He likely outlived the cretins that framed him.
…please don’t ruin HHG for me 😰
Oh, I’m not saying take them to group therapy. It’s just that it happens a lot in that setting.
Two words: Group. Therapy.
I’m immensely grateful for the help and support it’s provided but holy hell this happens a dozen times a session.
There’s no reason to try and appear strong and “well functioning” towards your doctor like you are probably used to doing for everyone else.
Just wanted to add onto this something I only recently found out about myself, and I can’t imagine I’m alone in this. There really isn’t a “mask off” version of “me,” because I started so early and it’s been so long (I’m in my 40s). I basically grew around the mask. When the mask is gone, it’s shattered. What’s left of “me” at that point is just a quivering pile of trauma, repression, guilt/shame, and maladaptive coping skills. There’s no in-between, just high- and non-functioning.
Yes, I am in therapy working on it. Double yes, it makes it difficult for anyone to believe that there’s anything amiss until I break. Tis no fun.
I appreciate all of the discourse. But I would like to clarify that the OP clearly states that one’s Smash main is how they are in the sheets. As someone who does not play Smash, that means I do not exist in the sheets. Whatever the proper terminology is, fair is fair, and I accept my fate.
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…just as long as everyone knows that IRL I have lots and lots of sex sometimes. With actual people. Sometimes more than one. This is all very true and I totally would not lie on the internet.
7 was the first and last version of Windows I didn’t immediately despise.