My son straight up just has leftovers for breakfast. Spaghetti, soup, roast chicken. Whatever’s in there he can heat up he’ll have before I even finish my coffee.

No of course not, but it still exposes a person to a culture different than what they may be used to.

Honestly, even if Americans can’t afford to get a passport to travel, so many never leave the area they are born. Many don’t leave thier regions. Many also do, but I’ve met townies… I am a townie I guess, but even just living in a city myself for a time, opened my eyes.

Many of the bigoted people I’ve met have never left thier rural enclaves, and shockingly, they’re afraid of cities (big and small) and anyone not like them, they shit all over anyone not born the same hospital they were. Is it ignorance? Fear? Insecurity? I don’t know, I don’t understand the mentality.

The United States is so large, so diverse, of course traveling abroad would be cool, but I wish more could simply travel our own country for a start, hell even just different areas of their own state might help some people I know broaden their horizons.

I was going to mention this. My son was taught “sight words” and it’s the dumbest fucking bullshit I’ve ever seen.

On top of that, many parents of today, do not put an importance on reading at home.

Only one teacher he’s had has done spelling tests, in all these years… one teacher.

I practice both reading and writing with my son as often as he can tolerate at home. It’s really sad seeing these kids cannot spell or write, or yes even read.

They fucked a whole generation of kids, in more than a few ways, but one of which was definitely the years they switched off phonics and taught bogus sight words.

Im 37. It seems lot of friendships boil down to scheduling, convenience, and how tired one is

Back when robo tripping was common (I only did it over a few months and then never again), I took something like 600mg or the shit. Dexamethorphine fuck.

I thought I was turing into technology, somehow, and the refrigerator running was so loud it was painful.

I used to lucid dream a lot in this time, and had multiple out of body experiences.

Shits wack though. Shrooms are better.

The first time I did shrooms, I was given the shake from the dealers bag. Over 5grams of it I took.

At some point I got stuck at the mirror. It was horrible, and I ran away from it. I have since made a rule to not look in the mirror while on shrooms or lsd.

The mirror is a terrible place to be on that shit lmao.

I don’t drink at all now, but Jager. We drank a lot of it when I was first drinking as a young adult, so much so I even think about how it smells I get nauseous.

I love when I see the same article posted in both places. The comment sections are vastly different. I feel better knowing it’s actual people here.

Yupppp

Lol my son recently was struggling with a^2 + b^2 = c^2

Blast from the past. He wants to be a carpenter, so I told him it will help him with that. Ive no idea if that’s true but it got him to pay attention

Edit, that formatting came out great lmao

I had to take algebra 1 twice in highschool. The fist time I took a college level course, and failed, but passed my second year in the gen course. I then failed algebra 2 miserably, though I will say that year was wild for me, and I didn’t really have fucks for math class. I half assed it and was not surprised I failed. You can’t half ass math class.

For me, was that if I missed one lesson, it began this giant snowball effect where I couldn’t catch up, so in case of my first year algebra, I gave up and failed. It’s the only class I ever failed.

The class moved really fast, and I have adhd (unknown to me then). I could thrive in English, History ect because the lessons are structured differently. Math, you dont viciously pay attention, or need more time, I couldn’t keep up with its pacing in highschool. Once imaginary numbers were introduced, I just, yeah.

I yelled at a coworker once for this. He was kind of a slacker, and known as such. One day I was to be teaching him my line (plastic extrusion and slitting). It was a tough product and the blade box was shit and wrapped. It’s a tense moment, we have to fix it quickly and do a restart, there is so much to do, and it’s a giant pain in the ass.

I go to grab a tool, and like, be on your phone when things are good, I don’t care, but it takes two to run this shit. I come back and he’s still just staring at his phone, Facebook of all places, instead of fucking helping clear the wrap and prep the line. I yelled at him to go sit down if he wants to be on his phone as now he’s in my way. I told him to get tf off my line if he wanted to play gossip on Facebook.

The only lady in my department, I don’t think anyone spoke to him like that before. He put his phone away the rest of the shift and I avoided working with him again. This dude worked there longer than I did, knew less than I did, and got paid more. Fuck outta here.

I read everything I watch with subtitles. If it’s on in the background, I am not paying attention at all. Music is background sound, not tv. The only time I let something roll while I’m not paying attention, is when it’s something I’ve already seen multiple times and am just comfort seeking.

My crafts group.

I struggle with shit, and my therapist hosts it. Ive been working on the same painting for three months, and I still don’t know what it is, or will be.

But anyway, a couple of us love history and last week I found volume 2 of an encyclopedia set, printed in 1875. I got it for $1. So I brought it in. I love how we all thought it was so cool.

She hates food? Aw man.

Back in those days I only went to bars that had live music, or a pool table. More like ~2010 for me but still. Live bands at the bar was tits.

I graduated highschool in 2007.

I was burning CDs off of mp3’ I downloaded, someone taught me how to use IRC (internet relay chat). I had a lot of NoFx, and was really getting into Punk music from the 90s. I spent a lot of time downloading/seeding music. I had an old computer I can still visualize.

Internet dating was brand new, and I dipped my toe in. We would have parties with 10-15 people, and played beer pong with beer in the cups, not water, I learned kings cup, and shortly after refused to play it… but we also played cards a lot, five card stud/draw and Rummy. My group loved card games, we’d play Bullshit and Spoons while wasting late into the night.

For a time, I was going with some buddies Friday nights to the capital city, where they’d have car races, and then we’d be chased away by cops. Not my scene, but it was sort of fun.

Weed wasn’t legal and obtaining it was not difficult but more expensive. I paid $60 for an 1/8 for the good stuff, $40 an 1/8 for the shit stuff. Today, there is no shit stuff, least I haven’t seen it in over a decade. We made a giant bong out of a water cooler jug, that summer, attaching hoses and gas mask pieces. It took a half to fill the bowl on it, and when we woke up the next morning, the chamber still jad smoke. Ten people, and we couldn’t clear it. We used to have “smoking apparatus” competitions. We’d set 20 mins, and you can only use what was in the house to make something to smoke out of. Then see what people came up with.

We’d go swimming and (lol a lot a weed, we were always trying to find place to smoke the more interesting the better) we’d stick joints and lighters into dry empty bottles and swim with it out to the docks at midnight and smoke under moonlight. One time, my brothers friend was on the junior police force or something, and we were at the lake after hours, and he rolled up and hit is siren he had intalled in his geo. We buried the blunt in the sand :( only to find out it was him. Aye those days.

One night we stayed up and played the longest game of mario party of all time. Nearly 18 hours of mario party, on an old game cube. We set the turn limit to max and just didnt sleep.

But we we’re always hanging out with folks. I was a social reject and still had good people always around. There are no pictures really and definitely no videos from that time, only memories. We didn’t bring phones with us out to the dock, we didn’t post about our adventures. I had a lot of fun. We did some cringe shit, I remember telling my brother’s friend, who I wasn’t physically attracted to, that I wanted to fuck his mind, like I think back, like girl, what are you doing, and laugh. So much cringe shit, but it didn’t matter, and tbf, I meant it in that moment. We often spoke about existential stuff and discussed weird philosophy of 18 year olds trying to find their place and values. I read old books. I still read 100 year old books. We talked about ideas, a lot, while stoned.

Went to college shortly after, got a job, learned my tolerance with alcohol, and yeah.

2007 was an interesting year for sure, I’m only sharing what I did in my free time, which was hang out with buddies, with no cares.

Yeah no worries, I wish I could help with employment truly. Best of luck to you

If you we’re in my neighborhood I would feed youm that goes for anyone.

There’s that ‘lasagna for love’ organization, I’ve never used it, but I’ve heard about it. Give it a go?

I hate using Amazon, and I am absolutely on snap, but maybe I could send you some noodles or something? You just set up a list and I can purchase it for you.

A number of years ago, reddit had that page, idk the name I forgot, but so many people sent us food when we were struggling. I absolutely can pay it forward today. Lmk