Growing up, my mom always, always cut my sandwiches in half to make two rectangles. I asked her why at some point, and she said when she was growing up, her mother always cut her sandwiches into triangles, and she hated it. So when she moved out, she basically vowed to only cut sandwiches into rectangles.
I hated the rectangles growing up, and cut all of mine into two triangles now that I'm on my own. π Funny how the world works, hahaha
The most recent funeral I attended, only the deceased's brother wore a suit, the rest of the family wore basically everyday clothes, as did 99% of the attendants. I left my suit jacket in the car because I felt overdressed.
I'm with you 100%. No one consents to being born, and it should be every human's right to decide when they've had enough and consent to checking out of life.
We put down animals because they're suffering, it's seen as a mercy, yet when it comes to humans? Oh no, go through your fifth round of chemo, take two shots of morphine every day, exist in nothing but physical pain because wanting to die is somehow... Wrong?
I've suffered from depression the majority of my life, and I've even asked my therapist: what is so wrong, so bad, about wanting to die? We live in a society where the majority of wealth is held by very few, we're watching governments across the world fall to fascism, people's rights are being stripped away left and right, and yet the majority of the population believes "Well, you have XYZ, so you should be grateful! You have so much to live for!"
This is not a pro-suicide comment, either, to be clear. If you are suffering, please reach out to friends/family, or even better, a mental health professional if that is an option for you. Death is a permanent solution to what can be a temporary problem. But if an individual of sound mind and body wants to consent, for whatever reason, to no longer wanting to play this torture we call life, I believe they should 100% have the right to do so, and we should be glad we as a society have come so far as to extend the same mercy to human beings that we provide to pets.
π΅ They'll say, "Awwwwww, Topsy!" At my -- Auuuuuu-topsy And no one will be.... More shocked than me!π΅
I was in an uber with a friend in some Baltimore traffic when the driver almost rear-ended the car in front of us. She was distracted talking to us, I think, was telling us about her life or something.
Immediately after she slammed on the brakes, she admitted to us she was high as a kite, and then went into explaining how she hides it from her rides (uses the ozium stuff to make the smell disappear, leaving a window of time between pickups to ensure the car aired out, etc). Vaping wasn't as commonplace back then, as I think Colorado and only one other state had legalised it at that point.
But, like, damn lady... Why are you telling your two passengers this right after you almost got into a nasty wreck? We just wanted to get to the bar π
Well that may explain an interaction between a possum and my sisters dog a few years ago. When I lived with my sister I'd take their mastiff out on her leash and walk her around their property while I had a smoke. We'd do this all times of day and night.
I'd drop the leash if we were in the backyard since it was fenced on two sides and only one gate to get into the front, which I could keep an eye on while she explored. One night, it had to have been about midnight, she was obsessed with this one spot in the tall grass, like, would not leave this spot. So after about five minutes I went to grab her, and she's fighting me, nose buried in this spot. I finally turn my flashlight on and walk over, and there's a possum curled up in the tall grass. And she's licking it...
I pull her away, since, I'm sure dogs shouldn't be licking wild animals, especially ones that are dead, right? Like, only a dead possum would let another animal lick it, right? Wrong. As I'm looking at it to make sure she didn't lick up any maggots or was eating any rotten meat, it turned it's head towards me, eyes squinting, like, "Do you mind? I was having the most wonderful dream of a bath." It wasn't playing possum, I've seen them do that, it was literally just curled up in grass, sleeping, while a dog 6X its size was licking it head to toe.
π΅Standing beside youπ΅
Yeah, but even if they're arrested and the charges are dropped, they still have an arrest on their record, which many/most colleges ask about on their applications.
Watch the John Oliver episode about School Resource Officers, you'll see one girl arrested and charged (I believe they dropped it though) with a felony/bomb charge for popping her water bottle cap like we used to do in school (y'know, twist the bottle, and then unscrew the cap and it pops off).
Another kid, special needs, was arrested and manhandled because he lightly carved "[Name] was here" into a concrete wall, which his mother had him come back and clean off. John put the kids name on his wall so that everyone would know "a legend was here," which is the reason the kid gave for why he did it in the first place.
Schools don't need cops, they need social workers, counselors, and proper funding. Not a chode with a gun and an authority fetish. Our school officer used to make friends with all the kids dealing drugs/getting in fights, while our principals/vice principals would scream at kids to take their hoodies off. And they wonder why kids think school is a joke.
A former roommate got me "What the Fuck Should I Make for Dinner?!" as a gift a few years back. Pretty funny book, written in the style that reminds me of Bill Burr a little bit.
"We're making fucking roasted chicken, alright? So buy the damn chicken, along with these herbs you probably don't fucking have, and we'll get this shit rolling."
I honestly didn't know that, I tend not to live my life in a way that would preclude me being shot or being around folks who will shoot someone. Thanks for the info! :)
Gun safety courses actually discuss (at length, at least in my state) about how even if you've just got the gun on your desk next to you, but it's loaded, it needs to be pointed in a safe direction. Even doing dry fire exercises (practicing, say, holstering/unholstering with the gun unloaded and the magazine removed entirely), you're supposed to point the gun down at where the floor meets the wall to minimize any chance of anyone being hurt by an accident discharge.
Basically, you're supposed to follow the same rules as if the gun was loaded and you're holding it: don't point it at anything you aren't willing to destroy, and know both what it is pointed at and what lies beyond that.
I personally wouldn't want a doctor on their 23rd hour of work to try to unload a firearm in a crowded and hectic ER, and don't have the answer to how to handle this situation, but I'm not a medical professional so...
It was, yes.
The deceased wasn't the type that would want anyone to put on their Sunday best just for him, so it made sense. But when I mentioned it to my father, he commented that no one really wears suits to funerals anymore, or even weddings.