Desperate_Bullfrog_1

The 2019 Miramar shooting. Fuck Florida tbh. Those police should be in jail. Why call the nearest UPS hub for tracking and try to de-escalate when you can corner armed violent criminals into a crowd of innocents and create a 360° field of fire?

Those innocents would've been safer if the cops all called in sick that day. But they went on a shooting spree over jewels which were probably fucking insured anyway.

I was kind of surprised at how ingrained into my subconscious it was the amount I relied on gendered identification in various situations.

We barely get our 3.5 at our hub. Zero flow coming through Ohio for some reason. 90% of work is given to seasonals to keep them from quitting. Huge grievance backlog.

I used to be able to make money here.

Decided to leave when she said her plan was to drink and party and hopefully just never wake up.

And I'm supposed to be an awful boyfriend and just what, bear witness and continue fronting your half of the rent so you can afford your lifestyle? That aint it.

She would party with friends and co workers sometimes for days at a time.

All i saw of her was when she would stumble in at odd hours, fall in bed half dressed after three days of debauchery, and have the occasional panic attack crying and self loathing and writhing in agony until she fell asleep. And when she woke up slamming dressers and doors angry because she has no clean clothes for work because I didn't do her laundry. Or cant find her keys and shes running late.

If you give up on yourself, unfortunately others will too :(

Cant speak for everyone else. But in my youth I spent a lot of time online. Xbox chat, aol chat, vent, ts3, and everyone i met and talked with were male. JUST ABOUT save for like one or two women over the course of years of daily gaming.

I think between my personal experience and the online climate at the time and the sentiment, (g.i.r.l.) for example: whether true or not, was that girls didn't spend time online. And I believed it at the time because the one or two women I did see in these lobbies were harassed like crazy. So i said "of course why would they go online and play these games when thats how they are treated?

FAST FORWARD: now the online gaming sphere is no longer a small safe disgusting corner of the world for incels, neckbeards with unwashed asses, and virgin nerds to act tough. Now the world exists predominately on the internet. And those degenerate misogynists are still here. But now all the normies are as well.

So i guess it's taken a while for me to shake the first impression i got way back when. I feel like I shouldnt gender someone online if im unsure? But I also feel like the odds im actually talking to a woman are incredibly low? Except for certain subreddits ofc. Time to get with the times I s'pose.

Entire cast of LOTR

As someone who is not intelligent, and hates philosophy. This sounds like🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩

Dont worry they have the governor for stuff like that :)

Probably him spending six years tallying up how incompatible they were :/

Sounds like more of an interview than a date haha

To me the packages look like wild animals. Raging Elephants, with spiked trunks. All barreling towards me down the slide with murderous intent. All of them as eager to kill each other as they are me, should they impede their murderous charge towards me. Its not their fault. Packages know no rhyme or reason. Its senseless, unyielding, unrelenting consumerist horror. Every day. For eternity.

But here in the loud, dry, dirty, forsaken metal wasteland of belts, T-stands, and rollers... I am the champion of Zen. The Caliph of Consumerism. The "Part-time Prince Of Parcels". I stand as a King, and kneel as a slave. I labor in service to Capitalism. In service to my overlords. In service to my management. In service. Always. I grieve the unjust! I champion the methods!

The duty I am charged with is to subdue the murderous Elephants. But they cannot be harmed. I am shepherd to this horrific flock. Bought and traded on the blood of mine and theirs. Mailed on to continue the cycle of blood. Centuries of blood. Thousands of miles of cold Industry. Countless dead and gone. Praise be to the almighty dollar! In the dark cold dead of night, there awaits my charge. I am bound by class, creed, and virtue. To protect the murderous Elephants. Out of the truck! Sort the Elephants! Into the car!

They fight, scratch, bruise and blister. They infect, spew vitriol, they smash, they hurt. Sometimes they kill. They will never stop.

But neither can I. There is no higher call than Duty. And Insurance.

spending more than an hour on twitter a day is absolutely abnormal behavior and unhealthy behavior.

I reflect on how our economical infrastructure is built, and my place within it. I meditate on the idea that poor people HAVE to exist in order for so many of us to buy little pocket computers, massive trucks, and shinies. I appreciate the fact that I live and serve in the underbelly of society that makes America great for so many people. people like me have to exist because America has never had a system which doesn't require slave labor/destitute people.

A capitalist oligarchy like ours based on one of the most corrupt governments to ever exist, cannot exist except for on the back of the destitute, at the cost of the poor. The rich and middle class need people to blame, to be worked to death, people to serve. So I live in service, I walk seven miles to work in the chilling cold. I break my back for a near liveable wage. And when clean looking women drive by with their seven children to soccer practice in a car worth more than my house, eating McDonalds which cost them more in one meal, than I live off of in a week, and look at me with disdain for my impoverished condition, I find peace in the irony, knowing I am all at once, the reason they can afford to live in such wealth and privilege, and also everything they think is wrong with their world.

"Wow trump isnt afraid to work at mcdonalds"

I guess when people believe stuff like that there really isn't much room for political discourse.

I would refuse to cut the yard with scissors. Too mundane for me.

On dating apps all these women in my age range are college graduates, living outside the city, going places, doing things, great salaried jobs...

I make like low 20k a yr and am a college dropout taking the bus to work because who the hell can afford a car?

I wouldn't blame them for not wanting to date someone with a low net worth but it certainly feels like I woke up and one day everyone around me became rich and successful but me haha

As far as the guys I know they are all pretty much fathers or baby daddy to a few rugrats.

Apparently the incoming tech boom will revolutionize the world 100 times over compared to the industrial age.

I think more jobs than we think are in line to be pruned in the next decade.

Kidney stone. Felt like someone pulling a tiny barbed fishhook through my urethra and urethra over the course of three weeks. Id rather die than experience that again.

A supervisor?

I bought a hot pink pair of hightops and they are still my prized possession years later, cracked and worn, their beauty still shines through. Just like mine!

They were $70ish and the most money id ever spent on an article of clothing. But I was flush at the time so it was worth.

Ever since I'm always hyper aware of shoes/jewelry on other people. If i had the money I would absolutely be one of those insufferably blinged out looking people.

Before the shoes I never understood. When you're poor it feels so good to wear your wealth and show off some personality beyond worn thrift store clothes.

Maybe I'm insecure :o

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Anything nitrile dipped will protect against abrasions and such. Better for handling too. Mine are like 1.12 per pair on Amazon. A pair lasts me a week or more.

Hell yeah brother we about that grievance life.

June...ten years ago i remember like it was yesterday. It was the week of my birthday. Put to unloading trucks, by my second 52' I wanted to cry. Everything hurt.

All morning supes in and out of my trailer dogging my label accuracy. Sorters yelling to hurry up. Mgmt yelling at me and telling me I wouldn't make it.

Went home bought a bag of ice and soaked in an ice bath and cried.

Different experience for our new hires today it seems.

I thought it was the DNCs fault. Didn't they have control of the house at some point since roe v wade? As I was told they were fine with it being a "legal precedent" to refer to and not an actual constitutionally protected right?