DoghouseCharlie [he/him, comrade/them]
I had lib friends that would do this native American thing. Their parents would lie or maybe have been lied to and say they had a lot of Cherokee in them. So these libs will make it part of their identity until the 23 and me results come in and they realize theyβre not that native after all. They take these identities on and off like they were fucking hats. Like, if a full blooded native American came up to me, said he was my dad, gave me all the documents to prove it, and it turned out I was over half Cherokee it wouldnβt make me native American, thatβs just not my lived experience. If you think DNA factors into it you may as well break out the calipers and starting measuring your skull to see of youβre allowed to celebrate Kwanzaa.
My first job as a teen was dreadful. Iβm socially anxious and was incredibly awkward when I was younger, but I was always polite and patient with people. The real problem was my parents. They made me get a job, which youβd think is pretty normal for a teen, learn the value of money and all, but my step-siblings didnβt have to work and got new computers and cars from their other parents, so here I was with no car, expected to get to work and back everyday. I had to go to school, get dropped off from the bus at the church, cross two roads, and go to the other end of a stripmall to the dollar store I worked at. Then Iβd work until dark and have to wait in the parking lot for them to pick me up because while they wanted me to have the job, they didnβt want to help me get a car, so theyβd consistently come an hour late, pretend like they forgot, and act annoyed that they had to go out of their way to drive me home. And I didnβt have a phone to call and was too anxious to ask to use a phone. So then Iβd come home and do all the chores in the house while my step-siblings just did whatever I guess. I was literally the red headed stepchild trope but without the red hair. And the real kicker was, I never saw a dime of the money I made working. My stepmom took the card I got paid on and I never got any of it. One day she accused me of getting a new card to access the money because she had somehow lost track of a few hundred dollars. My money that she lost, I donβt know how you even manage that, itβs on the damn card, you should be able to track where the money goes. Not that I would have seen it anyway. Eventually dealing with my stepmom had me so sick with anxiety and depression everyday I started messing up change and stuff and got fired.
Another time when I was older and not living with those people, I had a nightshift at a walmart where Iβd get home, go to sleep, and be so worn out Iβd only wake up just in time to go to work again. It was so bad that once they fired me for calling out too much I literally cheered in my car. I wasnβt sure how Iβd pay for food or rent but I was just so happy not to have to work there any more.
Then there was a fast food place I worked, Sonic I think.
self harm
I got to a point where I just couldnβt take working these shitty jobs that didnβt pay enough to afford living. I took an entire bottle of sleeping pills with the intent to kill myself. Iβm gonna get real graphic, but you imagine sleeping pills and you think βaww, just drifting off peacefully in your sleep, how romanticβ. Nah. Your body isnβt stupid, it knows when itβs been poisoned and it doesnβt want to die even if you do. I didnβt know projectile vomiting was a real thing, but it came out like that scene in the Exorcist. I passed out in a literal puddle of vomit, woke up not dead, and thenβ¦ I just went back to work. What was I gonna do? My entire body felt like how your limbs do when theyβve fallen asleep and are waking up, that prickly feeling but all over, for about three days after that.
Then there was the bakery where we were literally working 12 hour days 7 days a week, and I had a 40 minute commute living in a disgusting, moldy, rat infested trailer with my mom and her husband and getting giardia or some shit. When I saved up from the bakery I got my own place, but I couldnβt take working that much for long.
Then I worked at a Food City where I didnβt get paid enough to afford the food I was stocking. I was literally having to live off of 10 dollars a week for food.
I was actually at my wits end again a year or more ago when I lost my car and was coasting on Covid rent relief to not be homeless. Luckily, there was a place within walking distance where I work now. I donβt have to work too much, I donβt have to interact with too many people, I get to dick around a lot and my boss is pretty cool as far as bosses go. So who the fuck knows where Iβd be now if not for pure dumb luck. Iβm pathetically allergic to work and I know full well thereβs no assistance for people here, so I donβt know what Iβd do if this job stops working out for me.
The principle Skinner meme but itβs βAm I so out of touch? No. Itβs millions of not-white people that are fascist.β
Having to keep using the βdesktop siteβ setting on mobile Firefox so that every website can just work without needing an app.
Anyone that thinks weβre all pro-Putin is going to be very confused by the comments in this mega. Donβt worry, libs of the Lemmyverse, weβre just pretending for to try and trick you! Boo!
I almost exclusively use the cat face emojis
So all the people that were barking that we could push Biden to the left are now advocating for pushing Biden even further to the right.
Give me 250k if itβs not that much. A tenth of that would be a life changing amount of money for me.