That they weren’t feeding us well. I didn’t know enough about nutrition to fully make my argument, I just remember getting sulky when we went shopping and our cart was 90% junk food.

Unfortunately I think people downvoting things they disagree with is kind of inevitable. People are notoriously combative online, and if they’re given an option to drown someone out, they’re going to abuse it. And that makes it even easier for any sort of hivemind to kick in.

I personally don’t know a better system, but it’s not perfect.

So Disney wants to make it so if you have a Disney+ account, they’re allowed to kill you.

Not a great strategy for retaining customers, gang.

Unless you’re an American Twitter employee— in which case, my condolences— I don’t see how this is less worthy of celebration.

Good, it means more guys feel safe to explore themselves without getting beaten or killed.

Not the most dramatic, but when I was really little I remember play fighting with my brothers, and falling backwards off the bed and hitting my head against a dresser.

There was no wound or anything but I remember seeing all kinds of fucked up colors at the moment of impact. Despite being a huge crybaby, I’m pretty sure I didn’t cry or freak out, I was just extremely fatigued.

I wonder if we should have gone to the doctor. I don’t think you’re supposed to see TV static and rainbow vomit when you bump your head.

In my 20s I got really optimistic about aging. See I was unschooled and never really had any life outside my home life, which wasn’t great. Didn’t get a high school diploma and starting my first job felt impossible.

Soon I made a group of friends, I discovered art, and I felt like I was capable of learning and growing and having a fulfilling life. I actually looked forward to being 30 because I thought I’d have matured a lot and learned how to live.

30 now. My friends were toxic. I lost my passion for art. I can’t find any work outside of retail and I can’t get an education because I’m so busy making ends meet. I feel like I’ve regressed into the worst version of my shut-in child self. I work and I get what sleep I can and I have no relationships.

I really hope this is part of the process.

I feel bad because someone paid for a ticket and sat there filming for 90 minutes but I can’t stand them.

To me personally, it’s a difference in the function of a room versus photos. Photos were always intended to capture memories, whereas a room was meant to be used and lived in. The idea of keeping the room as it was, permanently, feels like stagnation to me. I worry once it stopped being a comforting space, I still couldn’t bring myself to do anything with it because it would reopen the wound, so I’d just ignore it and live around it, and the feeling of stagnation would grow heavier.

But also everyone grieves differently, and I’ve never lost a child, so I can only guess how I’d grieve based on how I’ve grieved other relationships. It’s possible no one in that family feels the way I described. That’s just my best answer for why it sounds creepy to a bunch of us.

Central heat and air. I’ve been at my new place less than a month and every time I had to go back to the old place to pack and clean, I was surprised at how hot the back rooms were, even with A/C and fans on.

What I gather from working in retail is that “Mr. Beast” is an incantation that brainwashes children into begging for candy bars they’d normally hate.

In my case, it’s not exactly like an outline, it’s just… I can’t describe it because I can’t actually focus on it, it’s like a cross between a picture and a notion. But somehow, in the lineup, the outline seems like the most accurate level of detail.

Also color is absent for me, don’t know about for others.

I don’t think there’s a lot of research on it, but it’s a way to measure aphantasia, the inability to picture something in your mind. I’m a 4 and didn’t actually know anything higher existed until I started talking to other artists.

It’s funny, I was ALWAYS taught to say please growing up, but as an adult I only hear it in more formal settings, or from older folks. I think people realized that tone and body language also show that you’re trying to be pleasant and not bossy, and dropped the habit of saying it.

I’m sure it’s regional, though, and I’m only speaking for one small chunk of the US.

Keychain on my belt loop, plus mace.

Phone and wallet in back pockets, utility knife and earbuds in side pockets.

Other stuff I need frequently like bug spray, sunblock, power bank, extra sketchbook and selfie stick (not necessarily for selfies, I just like photography) are in a backpack in my passenger seat.

I’m always curious because I stopped carrying a purse as it made me feel more femme than I like, and since then I’ve wondered how dudes get through the day with only their pockets.

'93, younger end of millennial.

Not big on generation labels though, they feel like a failed experiment. People are born every day of every year and our experiences overlap in a gradient. They don’t separate into distinct portions.

The baby boom was an actual phenomenon, but every label afterwards feels arbitrary.

Short of a birth year in their username, I’m not sure there is one. Almost everything in this thread is something millennials inflict on me daily.

I have family in their 30s and 40s who do that 😭 I wonder if people subconsciously trust TikTokers more than other social media users since they usually show their faces.

Ugh, the second one… I used to lurk on relationship subreddits instead of just watching soap operas like a normal person, and it’s wild how quickly people jump to divorce. And if the OP makes an update where they talked it out, a lot of the commenters get mad.

I don’t know that they’re kids, but it wouldn’t surprise me.