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I drive my golf cart instead of my car daily. I had to get it titled, registered (plated) and insured. The cops had to inspect it for turn signals, brake lights, etc and sign a road worthiness letter before I could get it registered.

That’s how my local Taco Bell is. If you don’t use your phone to place the order when you walk in there’s four kiosks you walk up to for placing your order. None of the people working are working the counter.

That little guy palming the ovary is cute af

It’s not shitty quality. It’s built to spec, if the spec was shit then yeah, they get shit, because no contractor is going to overbuild and bust profit beyond the required spec.

It was just what I used before mIRC, it may very well have been IRC, I just don’t remember what the app was. This would have been in 90-91

I downloaded my first “porn” image that I got grounded over from something that predated mIRC but I can’t remember exactly what it was, I ended up using mIRC and then ICQ a lot years later. Like a dumbass once the picture I got finally downloaded, I printed it because I wanted to delete it off the computer. Then I got really into the MUD I was playing at the time, gemstones III, and forgot the picture on the printer. I think it was just a sexy picture of Reece Witherspoon but my parents were the kind that thought I was a devil worshipper since I liked to play DnD and these satanic text games that don’t make any sense.

I bet it was this

In hindsight I don’t disagree at all. I didn’t have the best life growing up and unfortunately it really took until my forties to stop being so naive in life. I spent the majority of my life as a doormat wanting to be loved and not wanting to be another abusive asshole and swung the pendulum all the way over to not having any self respect.

I know the plural of anecdote isn’t data but my ex wife asked me to go get her some stuff from the cafeteria and asked the nurses to have the doctor come back to circumcise our son while I was gone, after we agreed not to, and reaffirmed that we didn’t want to when the doctor first came in. Maybe I should have thought something was up when she asked me to go to the cafeteria half an hour later but it never even crossed my mind. I came back upstairs to the room and there he was, and you can’t undo it. It fucked with me so bad and a big part of it is as the father you’re really not able to be mad about anything in that environment right after your wife gives birth. He’s healthy so I guess it isn’t a huge deal, my second son isn’t circumcised. I’m not saying it had to be my way or the highway but she never even displayed a significant preference when we talked about it. Just said, yeah that’s fine, we won’t circumcise him. Then just did it behind my back. Really fucks with you and yeah it’s not a mother/father problem, it’s a society and individual problem but I’ll go off. I’m not sure how often you’ve had your debates with people but I’ve worked with several women that have said they prefer circumcised penises so they got their son(s) customized.

My experience with a clinically diagnosed narcissist, which is very rare considering, was with an ex I spent/wasted seven years of my life with, and subtly different from what you said. She saw everyone else as superior but unjustly so. Everyone that wasn’t serving her interests was an enemy. The insecurities of feeling inferior to everybody manifested in a projection of superiority but under it all it was just a mask to protect her fragile ego. She would do anything and everything, in the moment of her current environment to get what she wanted. She only cared about anyone in so much as they validated her desire of inflated self worth, her own children included. There was a sliver of hope after a year of therapy but as real as the temporary empathetic soul briefly emerged all it took was a light switch moment and suddenly, like a light switch, that just became another momentary blip to then be used as an additional tool in her toolbox to socially destroy anyone that wronged her. Even after grey rocking her for over two years, following our seven year relationship, did I start getting left alone (luckily her kids weren’t mine, still feel for them but they are taking a master class in manipulation and strategic mood swings). I’m sure she got distracted with her next victim and I no longer fed her need for control and ego building enough so she lost focus but it was the most miserable decade of my forty odd years on this earth. I love her, or who I thought she was anyway, it still hurts thinking back but it was never really her, who I thought she was didn’t exist.

I had no idea, thank you. I know I’ve seen it before and just assumed it was artistic writing. I’m way too fucking naive for this world

I got cactuses and they take a lot longer to die. I kept a peace lily alive for four years and it died last year after a really mentally rough several months and it crushed me so bad.