Nothing yet, unfortunately. I’ve been in trouble so many times. I never learn.
I’m almost afraid to type this, but I think it’s gonna take a serious incident to change me.
I’m not violent, I’m not a thief, I’m not a pervert. I refuse to hurt, or put anyone at risk of being hurt. I just make dumb decisions that affect me.
Still rockin’ my 6pro. I literally dropped it onto concrete today. It does have an otter box on it. But two years strong.
Goddamn, I was blindsided by that last sentence. Sending good vibes now.
You’ll probably have your answer when I tell you that when you brought three dimensions into the map analogy, my brain kind of melted.
This Bastard is so Lazy, this Book is Just a Pamphlet
I keep running into obstacles preventing me from getting somewhere/finishing a job/getting laid.
I hardly ever have any reward or resolution in my dreams. Really frustrating
Reminds me of a quote from a Reddit comment years ago:
“Sometimes we lack the strength to communicate, and we whisper what we need to shout.”
Just about everything wrong in my life is my fault.
I have no sense of direction. None.
I work in construction. If I show up to a site that is completely built, I get lost. If the floor is symmetrical in layout, I am totally screwed. It took me two full days on site once to get adjusted.
When assigned to a new site, if there are more than a few turns in a commute, I’m using the GPS to get there for a couple of weeks.
Also, I had no idea half of the people on this planet couldn’t whistle.
Was my immediate thought when I first heard of this. It’s gonna be so damn expensive.
Old Man Thunder by Ween
I’m actually surprised no one has mentioned it yet.
Supersize Me
Joining the electrical union. I’m a convicted felon. The union gave me a future.
My first phone was some badass Nokia from 1998. My first comp was in 1993. DX33 with a 1MB Genoa GPU, 8MB RAM, 250MB HDD, and a 2400 baud modem. That sumbitch was $3,000 back then.
Okay, boomer
Vivaldi Djent - Roma Ivakov
Taylor Swift
1993 Geo Metro. Scared the crap out of me on the highway.
I got to disagree with the “learn the language and customs” thing. I live (also born and raised) in one of the most culturally diverse cities in America: Germantown, Maryland. I couldn’t be prouder, and I also couldn’t care less if you don’t speak English.
Be yourself. You are welcome here.