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Nothing I've said here in nearly 6 years and 40,000 posts is of any worth to anyone. Not even me.
I wouldn't go as far as saying *nothing* has any worth. For example @Friend of Dorothy Parker and some other posters in the Household Tips & Tricks thread got me back into ironing clothes. Speaking of ironing, I partially ironed my bedsheets after washing them today. I just focused on straightening out the edges. I don't know how to iron out such a large surface area with just a normal electric hand iron, but what I did after sorting out the edges is that I folded the sheets and gently took out the creases of the folded sheets. It seems to have worked reasonably well. It seems after all of that the sheets fold up more nicely too, taking up less space in storage.
 
Nigga needs to fucking leave this place, it's going to become a liability, and it's also fucking up the purpose of this thread.
Yeah, I would appreciate it @Lingering butter taste if you'd either leave the thread or at least stop hijacking it with this autistic obsessive bullshit. For your own good as much as anyone else's.

Or not. I don't care that much. I'll just give you a trashcan and continue on with my day.
 
But what happens when the thing you like gets linked to pedophilia because of some controversy you had no clue happened?
i highly recommend you delete this and stop talking about this entire subject. you are either opening yourself to ridicule on purpose, or are being obtuse at this point.

this woman isn't a pedophile but she has POCD, so she thinks she had pedophilic tendencies. Nigga she's crazy, what can you do.
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Full on annoyed after my appointment with the psych nurse in charge of my medicine. I got the referal I wanted to the psych ward but the words she chose while talking to me triggered me something fierce, and even my tard wrangler got stern with her.
The nurse has been in contact with my mother, my psychologist and my tard wrangler in three separate conversations, and she knows I've been feeling awful for the last six months. Suicidal thoughts (not full on ideation or planning, just "I don't deserve to live"), general lethargy and inability to fully keep my home, and other things that have me spiraling. She told me I probably wouldn't get an interview at the clinic for personality disorders because I "had issues with keeping my appointments" (I've failed to show up twice, one appointment I made it there two minutes late and was dismissed by the secretary and twice the nurse has been sick, and I've declined appointments that didn't fit into my schedule) and that "they don't treat depression there". Bitch, my personality disorder is the root cause of my depression and everything else that makes me miserable. It's what's keeping me from being able to socialise with people who aren't my immediate family, and I have never once been in treatment for my PD directly.

At least Christmas seems to be prepared for. I made the pudding, but neither of my parents had bought another kilo of rice so we will have to make-do with the amount I made. It's fine, it's not like we're going to be 13 people who all wants a second helping. It just feels like another annoyance to put on my shoulders.

I need a stiff drink. I got some soju with yuzu flavour(which is fucking awful but I'm not much of a drinker) and I put some cans of mountain dew (not the genetic kind, sorry Cobes) in my fridge, I might get blasted and just rot.
I'll try to keep a focus on my in-patient thing in three weeks. I really need to fix my sleep schedule beforehand. But fuck, it's so hard to feel brushed aside or worse, talked down to by someone who I feel has actually helped me in the past 3 years. Maybe I have finally taken so much brain damage from my self-imposed isolation and general mental health, that I have lost any and all ability to properly convey how I feel beyond "I'm tired" which apparently doesn't translate into "I need help before I lose my will to live" when three separate people ask for help on my behalf.

FUCK!
 
the words she chose while talking to me triggered me something fierce, and even my tard wrangler got stern with her.
Some people should seriously not ever work in health care or social services (or law enforcement for that matter). If you hate other humans that much, fucking learn to code. I'm sorry you had to deal with that.
 
I wish people realized that raising young children is not "joyful" or rewarding for every mother. Not just challenging/difficult, but completely untenable.

If there are enough incompatible traits, it's tantamount to torture.
 
I hope all of my fellow Kiwi’s has a Merry Christmas! I’m in a bit better spirits now but unfortunately the kids didn’t get to have pictures with Santa. And because of that I’ve decided to take it upon myself to be the jolly man lol
Their dad is a Scrooge so he doesn’t want to wear the costume :roll:
I’m excited to see their reactions and see how long it takes them to realize it’s me, hopefully seeing mom in a beard won’t be too traumatizing for them :lol:

Honestly I think one of the best things about becoming a parent is getting to do the silly things that your own parents never would’ve done for you :heart-full:
 
I’ll be completely honest, Kiwifarms has been gasoline on my hobbies, making me (Well not making me, no one on the site is forcing me) reject things that made me happy just because I know this site wouldn’t like it.
Why would you care what Kiwi Farms thinks? Holy fuck, enjoy things. If they're cringy and people would mock you for them here, just don't talk about them. We're all bozos on this bus.
 
Kiwifarms has been gasoline on my hobbies, making me (Well not making me, no one on the site is forcing me) reject things that made me happy just because I know this site wouldn’t like it.
You don't have to tell everyone on the Internet everything about you.

l8 but hard agree with this poster above. It's all about perspective:
1. the internet is usually never this serious i mean whats the worst that can happen if kf finds out you like [insert whatever]
2. this place is less of a scholarly social critique circle and more a gaggle of retards (me included!) who have collected to hate on anything under the sun.

With this in mind, if you haven't come across even one post on here that takes a massive shit on something you love to death, then you ain't human-ing right.

e: just read the last few pages: i now realize that giving "jus kalm down" advice to someone who might have clinical neurosis might not be the most effective course of action.
 
I have never set a fireplace. I never personally understood how being near a hazard is relaxing. I have a friend who knows how to set campfires. I should ask her why she does it.
If you've never been near a nice fire in a properly prepped fireplace then you're missing out. It's extremely relaxing to have the warmth radiating from it. The gentle crackle of the wood and the warm glow that it coats the room in is splendid. Most fireplaces are built with safety in mind so you can set the log(s) then pull closed the screen or properly close it if its gated. Pretty simple.
 
Humans prefer being warm to freezing to death. Are you actually from Earth?
If you've never been near a nice fire in a properly prepped fireplace then you're missing out. It's extremely relaxing to have the warmth radiating from it. The gentle crackle of the wood and the warm glow that it coats the room in is splendid. Most fireplaces are built with safety in mind so you can set the log(s) then pull closed the screen or properly close it if its gated. Pretty simple.
I guess the concept always made me paranoid, but the way it’s described here sounds quite nice actually. Maybe I should try it one day, but as of right now I still feel a certain way about using a gas stove. Not sure what’s up with me and fire. It took me a lot longer than most other kids to stop being genuinely scared of stoves.
 
Okay I don't have to drive anymore, I'm probably going to drown my sorrows in something. Spin the wheel of shame to see what bad coping mechanism I'll use this time.
 
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