Mine? As miserable as ever. My little bro wanted to go to a little comic con thing, is just not my vibe, felt surrounded by people in weird costumes is just… Thankfully I was there for like half an hour.
You got to spend some time with your brother. He’ll remember that.
I’m 40, my siblings are 19 and 23 and 41. They all appreciate hanging out.
I had a job interview Friday and no one was there to interview me. Apparently HR dropped the ball. It’s 110 outside and I’m homeless and living out of a car atm. We had thunderstorms which meant rolling up the windows. I only have a few bucks left and therefore cannot run the AC because of gas. Once the storms were over it was back to 110 but with nearly 100% humidity and even more sweating. I’m currently stealing WiFi to write this out and I’m hungry AF. So yea, bummer about your 30 minutes.
Yes that sounds like nothing compared to the hellish experience of being forced to go to comic con.
I had a cookout at my house, had maybe 15 people over, lots of drinking, lots of swimming. I just got a new grill for the party and it was nice to cook on. Today I’m working 12 hours which is annoying but that’s life.
Lost a dog to lymphoma. The whole week prior he was mostly not eating, his back legs were swollen up, and he was having even more trouble standing up and walking. Saturday I woke up and found him under the guest bed laying in a puddle of blood, I cleaned everything up while my wife called vets and then researched an at-home euthanasia. He was 9, a pitlab mix. I figured the mix in him would make him healthy, but he died so young. I lost my last one to a bowel obstruction in 2020, he was 11 or 12. The next one’s 11 right now, but going strong. Watch the universe take him 2028, that’d be every 4 years right now…
Anyway, back to work tomorrow, so hey… the wheel keeps on turnin’.
Ngl this is one of the reasons I never wanted any pet after reaching adulthood.
Rip to the dogs.
We usually keep a 3-dog pack at home, two small dogs (25-35 lbs) and one medium dog (65 lbs). The big boy with the bassy bark to deter break-ins and scare away harassers for my wife when she’s walking them, and the two smaller owns so we can manage a pack that everyone has friends in.
Our youngest is such a bundle of love and joy… I think we’ll get 10 more years out of him, at least. He’s four. We got him after the one that died from the bowel obstruction.
It’s rough, but in a few months my wife will probably want to get another medium sized boy, and she’ll check the pounds. I think it took us 3 months to replace the first one.
I assume you’re quite young, which is great! I’d suggest learning to enthusiastically jump into whatever activity you wind up in. It’s way more fun that way.
At a comic con? Throw on a mask and start talking in a funny voice!
At an opera? Listen closely to the sounds and try to enjoy the artisticness of the performance!
In a big grassy field with nothing to do? Take your shoes off and let the grass tickle your feet!
In my experience it’s easy to judge things as lame and to tell yourself that you’re too cool for that thing, but that winds up not being fun, and you wind up missing out on a lot of stuff that you actually would’ve enjoyed if you let yourself get into it. Learn to be open to trying new types of experiences and you’ll wind up having more fun in life!
I’m not like that unfortunately. I would NEVER wear a costume, hell, I wouldn’t ever went there to begin with
I used to be that way too, but it’s a skill that you learn through practice. Like push yourself to get into things just a teeny tiny bit to start with for now. Then after awhile it’ll be easy to get to that point of toe-dipping, so then you push yourself to go in a bit more next time, and do that every time you’re at some activity, and then eventually you’ll find it easy to jump right into the deep end of every activity. But it does take some effort to push yourself in the earlier stages
And that’s the problem, that just isn’t me. I’m like that for everyone and everything. I get that isn’t normal, but it is what it is. I just despise being forced to do social stuff, a cringe like situation like a comic con is probably even worse.
Is like changing nature, you just can’t do that. That’s how rooted is this thing on me, I can’t change it.
