I put my university, the years I attended, and my major and minor focus of study.
It’s not a lie, and if pressed, I always tell the truth. It’s become a non issue as my professional experience has mounted and now my resume and references speak for itself.
But, unless I’m asked directly…
Nobody needs to know I dropped out first semester of my senior year due to a crippling drug addiction. Or as I phrase it, a period in my life where I needed to tend to a family medical emergency.
No fucking clue myself but isn’t airdrop an iPhone thing?
It would be useful if you live in the United States, or any of the dozens of countries that use the system either as a standalone measurement of temperature or as part of a dual system. The British Virgin Islands, Antigua, Barbuda, the Bahamas… Etc.
I find it actually kind of a fun way to start a conversation with anyone outside of the U.S. by attempting to convert my local weather to Celsius. I’m on international calls fairly regularly and (can’t blame anyone for this) telling anyone outside the US or the countries above the temperature in fahrenheit is like speaking a foreign language.
I can absolutely smell the 90s in this statement and I love it
This has been my experience as well.
I consider myself a pragmatic optimist. I assume the best intentions in those around me, give forgiveness for human error and tendencies, and when someone gives me cause to do so I pragmatically adjust my expectations of them and their actions.
I also assume that, as long as I am trying to do the next right thing in each situation I find myself in, most of those situations will resolve in a positive outcome. Even if others involved are not committed to the same path.
I found much more success and happiness with this philosophy or approach to life.
Omg I’m not a crackhead but I did enjoy hitting the ski slopes in my 20s and I knew exactly what you meant right away
I think you’re right and she was confused but that sort of illustrates the point. If someone is arguing a fallacy that is easily proven a fallacy then it indicates to me that they are generally going to be an unreliable source of information.
This.
I had someone the other day tell me the Tiananmen “tank man” incident never happened. We were discussing cognitive biases and she used this as an example of confirmation bias. But naturally she was arguing that anyone who didn’t share her world view suffered from confirmation bias.
When I said “the incident did happen and there’s photographic evidence” she told me "Google it there’s no photo "
Well, we googled it and there is, in fact, a photo. There’s more than one, actually.
I decided that presenting facts no longer was the point of the conversation when she shifted to the argument “that photo is known to be staged.”
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100% agree although my fancy pants Garmin scale is absolute shit at measuring body fat. Could be there are better but I’ll stick to the caliper test myself.
This cycle is what I go through every time I start working out again. For at least a few months, whatever weight I started with is where I’m more or less going to stay but it gets redistributed to places that aren’t my stomach and neck so I ultimately look and feel a lot better even though the scale would argue I haven’t done shit at all.
I had a Mazdaspeed 6 back in the day. I may or may not have rolled it over into a drainage ditch on some twisties…
That was a real object lesson for me. I thought I knew the car well enough but I didn’t know the road well enough.
Thankfully nobody was hurt so I took my lesson and moved on.
Proud to say I haven’t wrecked a car since and it’s been well over ten years since the day I had to say goodbye to the speed 6.
I miss that car. It was a black, fully loaded grand touring model and got absolutely ZERO attention (except from people who knew what it was). FBO with a tune made it an absolute blast to drive.
My current fun car draws a lot more attention (particularly from young guys lol)
Days gone was an absolute banger.
I also bought it on a steam sale, and then let it sit for several months.
Well, more accurately I bought it, downloaded it, installed it, and then spent hours trying to get it past the boot screen without crashing. Finally fixed the issue. Spent the next hour or so posting the issue fix to various forums unlike the last 500 assholes who fixed their issue and then fucked off.
Then I played about half the game and got burned out.
Sat it down for about two months and when I picked it back up I couldn’t put it down again.
Had the same experiences with ghost of Tsushima, and last of us.
I think it’s just a place to post things that pop into your head while taking a shower.
That’s how I’ve always experienced it.
That sounds like what I would say I do if I were a spy and didn’t want to risk anyone knowing what I really do …
One of us one of us
Today it would be a Nissan Altima. Had any neons survived I’m sure they would also still be in play.
Memes are like wine. With age they either become wonderfully balanced and nuanced. Or they become undrinkable acidic gutrot.
This meme is like a well kept bottle of average wine. Not particularly notable when it was bottled. Not particularly notable today. But a passable enough interruption that even if everyone can’t agree it’s enjoyable, nobody would go so far as to suggest it’s not palatable.
My brother in law’s properties and philosophy is a great example of how this often happens.
He owns a number of rentals as well as a large property adjoining his home. He is always improving amd acquiring properties. I think of him as a “slum Lord with good intentions”
Anytime, and I do mean anytime, something of value comes up for free, at a discount, or in a bartering situation, his eyes become as large as saucers.
He is a “random pile of gravel” hoarder. This behavior also applies to random piles of dirt, random piles of lumber, and other random piles of shit.
He has a very neat home with a somewhat well kept yard, but his adjoining property looks like a junkyard.
Yep. First time ever was a real trip though. I was at a girl’s house and she ties me up with some of her scarves as things are getting hot and heavy.
I enjoy spanking so I asked her to punish me because I was too shy to ask for what I wanted so she tied me up and started biting and scratching me.
Looooook beggars can’t be choosers.
After a few minutes the doorbell rings and she tells me “don’t go anywhere…”
Well she was gone a long time and I’m buck naked with my dick hanging out and peppered with scratch and bite marks and I get it in my head that it’s her dad.
Don’t ask where I got that idea, but we were in a religiously conservative country and I didn’t want to get my dick cut off.
Anyway I managed to get loose from the scarves. It was an intense 90 seconds or so and my wrists got pretty raw.
She comes back and it was just a delivery.
She was bit perturbed with me because I really fucked one of the scarves up in the process but we had a laugh and got back to it.