I'll take it one step further and say potato salad CAN be downright delicious when made well... I have also had potato salad so bad that it caused me to have an existential crisis about how I ended up where I was, eating what I was, and I had to pause to reconsider my life's choices.

TIL hard boiled eggs can explode in a microwave and that the explosion can be as loud as 133 decibels. For reference sake, a gunshot is about 155 decibels depending on caliber, so that's one loud ass egg.

Top right is accepting of all fetishists. Hell, we probably invented a few you haven't even heard of yet.

Oh, continuing down that line of thinking leads to far worse then "kinda fucked up." If the judeo christian deity exists and is accurately described by their books than it is a total monster not worthy of praise or devotion...

What I understand about the judeo christian god is that they are believed to have created everything that has ever been or will ever be. They have total knowledge of everything past present and future, and they "knew me" prior to them creating me, knew what kind of person I would be, and knew without doubt that I wouldn't believe in or worship them... so they created me with full knowledge that I'll spend eternity being tortured in hell. What kind of benevolent deity brings a creature into existence just so they can be tortured? If that's not full blown fucked up, then I don't know what is.

When you're brainwashed from birth, it's difficult to recognize you've been brainwashed.

I lie to myself by saying, "I can stay awake for one more episode" before eventually falling asleep on the couch sometime in the next 10 minutes. Then, approximately 3-4 hours later, I'll wake up, take my evening medications, brush my teeth, prepare for and then go to bed so I can lay there awake for the next hour or two trying to fall back asleep. Eventually, I'll dose off and get a few more hours of sleep, although never achieving the quality or depth of sleep I obtain while passed out on the couch.

Well, who doesn't enjoy a good chin scritch now and again.

Well, you see, when two people love each other very much, they'll sometimes harvest bee stingers to stab birds to death with before being arrested for animal cruelty. Then, 9 months later, the birds get their revenge by sending a stork to deliver a lifelong burden to the offenders.

Funnily enough, that's exactly how I stopped smoking. I smoked for around 17 years and had been trying to quit for nearly 15 of them. I did everything from pills to nicotine substitutions, hypnosis, and even that laser therapy. It would work for a time, but eventually, within a month or two, I'd be back to smoking.

Then, one day, I was in a really foul mood and just didn't want to deal with people. I ran out of cigarettes right at the end of the evening before bed and figured I'd buy some in the morning. Woke up in a worse mood the next day and decided to just stay home and ride it out. It is best for me to avoid people when I get like that, so that's what I did. The following day, I woke up in a better mood and was about to head to the corner store for a pack when I realized I'd already gone near 36 hours without one, so thought why not wait an hour. An hour passed, and decided to wait another hour, and then another, and another. Before I knew it, I was heading back to bed for my second full day being cigaretteless.

At that point, I decided to continue my smoke-free streak and just quit. It's been nearly 6 years since my last cigarette, and it was one of the best decisions I've made in my life.

Context: I'm a disabled veteran with severe PTSD, anxiety, depression, and mood disorders caused by TBI's. I have days where everything seems to act up all at once, and I'll self isolate because it's just safer for everyone if I'm alone during those times. Furthermore, I started smoking while in combat to help take the "edge" off, and as such, the nicotine addiction was extremely difficult for me to get beyond because it got wrapped up in my PTSD and anxiety issues.

Basically, what I learned from my many years of trying to quit is no matter how you "try" if you don't truly want to quit, you won't succeed. You have to want to quit more than you want that next cigarette.

Good luck to anyone out there still struggling to break a nicotine addiction. Stay strong. You can do it.

I have seen no evidence to dissuade me from holding this belief.

Trump in the blue suit with the grindy lass in his lap.

Tofu