I say weird shit and half the time I actually believe it.

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  • Messy story, I’ll do my best to lay it out in a reasonable way:

    For my mom and stepdad, it was the kidnapping tied with lifetime of neglect and abuse.

    And I call it kidnapping because that’s what it was, even though there wasn’t really a good law against it, because basically they moved, they did not tell my dad or my dad’s side of the family where they had moved to, or leave any contact information.

    From the time I was 6 until I was 13 and I went behind my back and tracked down my grandmother, I had no contact with that side of my family.

    Then my mom had the gall to go after my dad for unpaid child support during the seven years where he could not track me down or locate me and spent countless sleepless nights worrying about me, wondering where I was.

    As for my dad, he was actually a pretty decent person, but he was also very much a Disney dad. I did not get an awful lot of interaction with him in my childhood, (thanks to said kidnapping), but even once we reconnected when I was a teenager his job and my mom made it so that he basically didn’t see me but maybe once a year, if that, until I was an adult.

    Despite my hatred of my mother, once I was an adult I had cut her off and hadn’t seen her for four or five years and my dad said, you only get one mother. I’d really appreciate it if you still spent time with her and saw her.

    So I put my hatred to the side and tried to reconnect with my mom, which wasn’t good, but was manageable until my dad died from Covid, and my mom sent me a slew of angry text messages over why my younger half sister, her bastard daughter, whom she conceived by cheating on my father, which was the impetus for their divorce in the first place, wasn’t included in my father’s memorial page which was made by my stepmom who had been my stepmom for like 30 years.

    I cussed her the fuck out and I haven’t talked to her since.

    I blocked her ability to text message me, because I don’t want to fucking talk to her, so she has gone out of her way to get new phone numbers, to occasionally message me and send me TikToks about how she doesn’t know what to say to me (apparently, she’s never heard of the concept of an apology or admitting you’re wrong when your actions have hurt somebody), and to send me Amazon gift cards for my birthday when I don’t fucking shop at Amazon because they’re a shit tier company.










  • I’ve been wary of labels because it seems like shorthand for actually getting to know a person.

    That skill can be handy if you’re frequently meeting a lot of people, sure, but a person who is quick to attach a label to somebody that they didn’t attach to themselves first has no interest in getting to know that person, and their label should not automatically be accepted as correct.

    I’ve known quite a few people who were labeled as weird by the unofficial group leader who turned out to just have interests that the group leader wasn’t interested in and was otherwise a perfectly normal person.

    A lot of people missed out on their friendship because of that label.





  • Get it in writing.

    Verbal promises are not worth the paper they are written on.

    Make sure to include A minimum amount of time and notice to cancel the contract, as well as a requirement for complaints on either side needing to also be written and signed by the other party.

    Add a rule to extend the required tasks as new things come up in writing, And add in a disclaimer that if it’s not written down and signed by both parties, it’s not a requirement.

    Include an out for failure to perform on both sides, on your roommates side for failing to pay the rent and on your side for failing to do the housework to a satisfactory standard.

    Give yourself both easy outs that give you each enough time to adjust if something happens. And also write down on the paper that maintaining your friendship is the reason you’re writing the contract.

    I know it sounds silly, but Contracts like this are meant to help establish the rules and make things easier.

    In many parts of America, $1750 a month after taxes is like a part-time job. In other parts of America, $1750 a month is a full-time job.

    Make sure that your roommate does not feel like they are overpaying for what they get, or that they have bitten off more than they can chew.

    I would say that you should include something along the lines of If your roommate cannot or does not want to continue the contract, they have to give you enough time, (I would say like six weeks) to start paying rent again, And include that during that change over time, you will still continue to perform the work you have agreed to in the contract.

    Either which way it goes, best of luck.


  • I would say that any… if the people live in a group or a society that is religion-based, and that religion requires it, then I am not against infant circumcision.

    Basically, if you were born to Jewish parents living in Israel or Palestine or born to Muslim parents living in a Muslim-run country, then yes, participate in the culture that you were born in.

    But, like in America, where every single person decides their own faith for themselves and only the most culty stay in this same religion that their parents were in, infant bodily autonomy outside of life-saving procedures should be the rule.

    It seems to happen less often in Europe, but wouldn’t hurt to add that as a rule there, too.

    At least wait until the kid is 13 years old as a minimum.


  • I can definitely get behind that. Like, if you read the Bible, especially some particular chapters, there’s a lot of old man yells at clouds vibes.

    “I will cuteth off the member of him who pisseth against the wall”

    Doesn’t really sound like a god thing. It would be very weird for the ruler and creator of the universe to get really, really fucking mad that any person who pees on a wall anywhere, regardless of the situation, should have their dick cut off.

    It kind of sounds more like, you know, one of the leaders of a community is writing down laws and threatening to cut a bunch of boys’ dicks off because they keep peeing on walls and stinking the place up rather than using appropriate facilities.

    I wish we had accurate historical records of the time, so I could see if this was ever actually enacted. Like, how much would it suck to be that guy?

    Walking home late from the bar, you gotta take a whiz, you piss, the cops catch you, and like three hours later, your penis is lying in the trash.

    And, I mean, talk about disproportionate response, like, did the concept of community service not exist? Like, what the fuck?

    Then there was one phrase about, do not go and shave the sides of your beard, something something yada yada, and it reads like a protest against the kids and their fashion.

    There’s lots of stuff where if you have the capacity to take the one mental step to say that every single word in the book may not have been written by God himself, but instead the texts chosen to be in the bible contain a historic medium of communicating laws, rules, and regulations that made sense at the time, inspired by God and definitely containing some legitimate things that were directly written by the Holy Spirit, but also invariably containing some information that was derived from that original mandate.

    I mean, even the whole thing about the Sabbath, it was more a nicety to say, even God rested, you should rest too. You should have at least one day off a week where you’re not beholden to labor for somebody else, where you can enjoy life.

    I highly doubt that God is throwing people into hell for working on the Sabbath. I get that it’s special to God because he rested for a day, which is something he had otherwise not done throughout existence. But at the same time, why torment someone forever for just working one extra day out of our comparatively very short lives?

    I don’t know. I can rant forever. I’m sorry, I’ll stop here, but yeah.