He has these great qualities about him that he doesn't utilize. I think my school teachers used to call it "living up to your potential." I want to change or improve him but what does that say about me? You can't change or improve someone. Why does this bother me so much? That I want good things for him? Why can't I just live and let live?
When it comes to making this city great again. We need to build homeless shelters for everyone, by which I mean mostly ordinary citizens who actually contribute to society. Why can't green haired people help regular people out? Instead they concentrate on the hatred against anyone who doesn't share their beliefs (ironically they're thought-police even though they apparently hate the police).
Hi all—any other HSP’s or intuitive empaths out there? I’m struggling to come terms with all of this and frankly I don’t know where to turn. INFJ
In regards to the massive uptick in Black Bears being euthanized, it should also be noted that the amount of birds who ended up in wildlife centres because their nest were disturbed in the early days of the pandemic. Seal and deer babies were also brought to wildlife centres with more frequency when they could have simply been left alone. On the island all the white ravens, which were doing perfectly fine in the wild for year, all were taking to centres and are now ambassador animals. I could go on. Post an animal picture on social media, and that animal often gets euthanized, good job everyone.
I found out that my Uncle got divorced two years ago. He never told us himself and when we first heard this news from other relatives, we weren’t surprised the slightest bit. His marriage was on the rocks, right from the start. They were a very strange couple, and had a lot of problems. Don’t know all the ins and outs, but one thing is for sure: it ruined my uncle’s relationship with the rest of our extended family. No one liked her she was hostile, cold and racist. I still wish my uncle would open up because I’d love to offer moral support as best I can, but if he wants to keep it to himself, it’s his personal business. I’m not going to judge him for that. Divorce is a very ugly thing for people to go through but sometimes more often than not, it’s the right thing to do.
What’s the point in bringing up the past when there’s nothing you can do about it? People often harp about how they long for “the good old days” or “coulda, woulda shoulda” and so forth etc. Wouldn’t it be better to just accept some situations as they are and move on? No use in worrying over things that can’t be changed.
I’m getting tired of being uptight all the time. It gets really exhausting, not just mentally and emotionally, physically. It’s tiring. I find myself paying too much attention to intricate details and minor problems, which then really wracks my brain. Whether it’s something stupid somebody might’ve said to me on the street or let’s say a bad memory from the past still it’s no use. It’s a waste of energy and time. I’d like to start trying to be more flexible and may be a bit more positive for once. I’m not the best person but I’m human. We all try.
Not gonna lie…I never liked pumpkin spice lattes. In fact, I hate them. Starbucks has not existed on my list of viable places in quite a while. I prefer independent coffee shops.
My bf and I are in my early 20’s. He is mostly very sweet and good to me. He has always been really into video games as are his friends. They play shooters like COD. Anyway, i noticed he was acting weird sometimes with his phone. Like kind of hiding it. It didn’t bother me but one time i picked it up for him when he got a notification. He grabbed it so fast he almost hurt me. I asked him what the fuck? But he said he just wants privacy so i let it go. The other night he was passed out and he got another notification. I couldn’t help myself and looked at his messages. I know his password. I was horrified. He and his friends were passing around pictures of my younger sister. She is 16 and very pretty. He must have taken pics when were at the beach. Whats worse is the language they were using, so derogatory and disgusting. They were making literal rape jokes. About a 16 yo. I threw the phone at his head and screamed at him get out. He woke up confused but soon realized. He then got really really angry and started yelling how “it was just a joke!” I insisted he leave or I would call the cops. He left cursing and saying horrible things. I am considering telling his parents and his boss. My sister is underage and it just kills me that he would talk like that with loser gamer friends. Im just so shattered. What the fuck!
Just her and me, sitting in a cafe, so deep into the coffee, sipping coffees so hard. I'd caffeine the heck out of coffee with her. Too bad we're both married to other people.