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I think there are exceptions to this principle, though. Soyboys have completely ruined the lumberjack beard by having these ridiculous beards that are somehow prissy and gay, and not even in the bear way.

Men grooming their hair excessively is suspicious, and I don't mean this in a gay way, I mean it in a they probably have shitty politics and you shouldn't be friends with them way. I see that excessively groomed beard and assume they worship troons and want to BASH THE FASH.
Agreed. There's a difference between taking care of yourself and maintaining yourself and being one of those. You know what I mean. The men you look at and feel exhausted with their bullshit before they even say anything.
 
Don't get a Ph.D. unless you have a really good reason for having one. It's strictly for fags.
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some drunk hobo opened the passenger seat to my car and got in.
Ooof that’s scary. I miss old fashioned buttons you could press to keep such things locked.
Don't get a Ph.D. unless you have a really good reason for having one. It's strictly for fags.
Even then, it’s for fags. If I had my time again I would do things very differently, and a PhD would not be in my life plan.
 
Work is somehow looking slightly brighter. I've been moved off the one maintenance task that led to the majority of my berating, which is good, but obviously the pride in being told, honestly rather friendly, "I don't trust you with it", should be a good thing. I'm convinced they think me incapable of working (in the way THEY want), so I'm being given less risky tasks which honestly? Fine. I hold the line at home while they go have meetings and socialize.

I keep being suggested these gen z "THE JOB MARKET IS COOKED" videos, and I keep telling myself that's not me, but it is. I really should just do the bare minimum to tread water until better shows up, and being taken off these duties support exactly that. Of course I now feel like I need to be ready to justify my job, but they're hiring new positions non-stop and it's a public job, so I won't get cut for the sake of money.
Don't get a Ph.D. unless you have a really good reason for having one. It's strictly for fags.
I was told PhDs are for the middle-of-the-class people who fall in love with the practice of research itself. I knew a guy who moved to a new lab every other month, flying internationally for conventions etc. He was somehow the most boring, worn-out guy I knew. Bro had more worldly experience than asian tourists, yet all he did was whine about wanting to pet his cat at home again.
I guess I’m saying, him having a PhD doesn’t make him more valuable. Except to whomever uses him as cheap lab labour
I've seen examples of office educated people being replaced with academics cause "Uhh it looks better" just as often as I see academics get replaced with cheaper office 'certified' old greying women cause it's cheaper. A PhD of all things is just proof that someone got caught up in the systems of education and was too scared to move into the real world. Now, if you find someone with a PhD who immediately moved into the private sector and got wealthy? That's something.
 
Woah, that sounds horrifying! I must ask why were your car doors unlocked? For example mine doesn't have automatic locking when driving, so I always have to remember to lock them manually by pressing the button for it.
They were unlocked, yes. I’ve never thought to lock them before driving off. Idk why but the moment I heard the door open I thought someone I knew was getting in and it took a few seconds for me to register that this was a stranger. Everything went ok but I still had a hard time shaking the feeling that something really bad could have happened.
 
Well thank you. I don’t think I am, but I can say that it’s not bought me any happiness at all. None. Being female and intelligent is like being a horse that can dance. It’s novel but nobody values you for it, and maybe you’ll end up at the knackers yard for being insufficiently agreeable
And at work? Hahah. Well they like crowing about how many phds they employ but the don’t actually pay us or promote us any more than people with regular degrees. So it’s not use there. All it did really was delay my being able to earn any actual money in a real job and keep me well out of the engineering and arts departments where I might have met some more interesting men.
The thing with ‘of the can do it why can’t I?’ Is that you only have limited capacity and a lot of stuff takes practice. Could you learn to speak Finnish? Yes you could, but it’s a fair old undertaking. Could you learn to be a fairly good violin player? Yes but again, it’s a big undertaking. Do you WANT to do a PhD? (Don’t, is my advice.)
Comparison is the thief of joy. So if all these other people didn’t exist, and you didn’t feel bad about them, what would YOU want to devote yourself to?
And don’t think other people don’t feel like this as well. I would be lying if I didn’t see people get promoted over me and get somewhat bitter about it. It’s a normal response, you’ve just got to not let it get a hold of you. Or direct it to rage and action
I guess I’m saying, him having a PhD doesn’t make him more valuable. Except to whomever uses him as cheap lab labour
The grass is not greener on the other side. My life would have been much easier if I were born a standard deviation or two lower.
 
This work week is dragging like shit, just like this month alone is already dragging like shit. I'm bored as fuck because nothing exciting has really been happening personally. Work is just as retarded as ever. I'm impatiently waiting for my state return to come anytime soon, I'm getting tired of always being on the edge of finances and resources. The god damn apartment maintenance are fucking with everyone's water so I had to shower with mostly cold water as every faucet with hot water just goes limp and weak. I can barely sleep, I'm almost always interrupted by either needing to go to the bathroom because of how much I drink just to cope and the degenerate niggers from shithole countries next to me making any noise possible that I can hear it.

So I've been coming to work half there as I manage 4 or 5 hours of sleep, just to experience 8 hours of how retarded everyone around me can get and put me through. Only to come back home to next to nothing as the struggle just repeats itself again.
 
I think there are exceptions to this principle, though. Soyboys have completely ruined the lumberjack beard by having these ridiculous beards that are somehow prissy and gay, and not even in the bear way.

Men grooming their hair excessively is suspicious, and I don't mean this in a gay way, I mean it in a they probably have shitty politics and you shouldn't be friends with them way. I see that excessively groomed beard and assume they worship troons and want to BASH THE FASH.
I don't even bother with hair fashions myself or go to the barber shop, I just give myself a buzzcut. No hair, no problem. I actually like how it looks, too.
I just saw some guy who is like the living embodiment of Soy get promoted at work, and it sucks - he can say all the right corporate words and he got the job. Can’t stand him and I think he’s not as competent as 90% of the other people they could have chosen but meh, he got it, and that’s that. No point getting sad about it.
It's like these big box chain jobs are designed to break people. I hated working at Lowes as a cashier when I did that, and I can't help but think they're designed for normies. I don't think people who realize it's some soul-destroying thing stick around much at those jobs dealing with abuse from customers and horrid management.
Seasonal depression [. . .] (I hate the north).
I live in the south myself, and I had some melancholic feeling myself during December a few years ago, and I don't really think I fully recovered from it, especially since it went on during a rough patch in my life and I'm noticeably not like before. Like just sitting in the car in the parking lot of Winn Dixie bracing myself to drive home after shopping for food. - I couldn't help but wonder if it really is "the most wonderful time of the year" like the Christmas song says given how many people deal with winter melancholia even in warmer areas.

In other news, I'm building a new DIY bookcase, and it's smaller deliberately because it forces me to own less books. I've also started selling stuff on eBay while I'm looking for a job, though it's been difficult trying to find work even going through employment agencies.
 
I've seen examples of office educated people being replaced with academics cause "Uhh it looks better" just as often as I see academics get replaced with cheaper office 'certified' old greying women cause it's cheaper.
[Opinion, feel free to ignore.]
I speak as one of those greying old women (who was doing this back when the current crop of new grads' parents were still watching Saturday morning cartoons in their pajamas.) Learn some kind of skilled trade* that allows you to earn a semi decent living and remember this is the START, not the pinnacle of your success. When you can house, feed, and clothe yourself (and anyone you are actually responsible for), THEN you can study whatever obscure subject that is your passion. You will actually BE useful, and you will have a decent job, plus a thorough knowledge of 12thCentury basketmaking in Wessex, or whatever the hell floats your boat.

*For instance, if you are relatively young, strong, and love animals? Try farrier school. The only horseshoers I've ever known that didn't have more business than they could handle were the ones who turned out to be drunks. Plus you get to bang on pieces of metal and you will get ripped as a side effect of your work.
 
First day ever since i got out of the hospital in December where my back feels like normal again. No pain at all, not even a slight ache or twinge. Can't really celebrate it because i am still sick as a dog with a bad cold but i take the good with the bad. Forced myself to do some abdominal exercises today like i do pretty much ever day and made a good job of it, despite feeling like i was about to keel over afterwards (my abs training is five exercises repeated twice in a ~10 minute time frame with no pause between exercises, nothing too strenous), i am too afraid of ever having back pain as bad as when the ambulance had to pick me up last year to slack off on that front. It's clearly working for me. Got my first physical therapy appointment in the coming week and i am curious about what they're going to do to me/have me do.
Hair is attractive only when it’s maintained well - long hair on men can be either attractive or grim, and for a body of evidence I refer us all to the Troon threads where they grow it long with nary a sight of a hairbrush, stylist or conditioner, or even shampoo.
My artist friend has gone long hair (bit longer than down to his shoulders by now, aggressively short buzz cut before that for as long as i have known him, apart from a very unfortunate stint where he tried to get dreadlocks when we were in high school, we don't talk about that anymore these days :story:) a couple of years back. He had a pretty bad accident at the beginning of last year that put him in a wheel chair for the better part of 2025 and i had to "babysit" him a couple of times when his GF wasn't available. Had to help him groom himself at these times, which of course included helping him wash his hair. Dude puts more care (and products) in his hair maintenance than even my girlfriend does and she has a wild mane of strong, dark mediterranean hair. First thing i usually do when we meet and after i hugged him hello is silking his hair through my fingers and it feels very good (nohomo) every time.
the priciest place there
I know from my current girlfriend and from one of my ex-girlfriends who was a hairdresser herself that women get absolutely robbed when they get a haircut, no matter how simple and no matter where they have their appointment. 65€ is the baseline around here, i can only imagine what they quoted you for at the priciest place.
I think there are exceptions to this principle, though. Soyboys have completely ruined the lumberjack beard by having these ridiculous beards that are somehow prissy and gay, and not even in the bear way.

Men grooming their hair excessively is suspicious, and I don't mean this in a gay way, I mean it in a they probably have shitty politics and you shouldn't be friends with them way. I see that excessively groomed beard and assume they worship troons and want to BASH THE FASH.
Word. I can't grow a not-scraggly-junkie-looking beard to save my life (i tried many times to know this fact) despite my med genes but that faggoty, primping shit that the "New Beard Era" brought on was only ever comparable in its underlying gayness to the initial wave of so-called "Metrosexuals" (AKA queers in denial) to me. Palahniuk has an essay about bodybuilding/bodybuilders in his non-fiction work "Stranger than Fiction" where he talks about the guys who get heavy into gear and lifting are slowly but surely becoming the "simulacrum of masculinity" and i feel that quote applies to the homos/hipster homos who got into the "big, burly, man's man with a beard" look just for the aesthetic while being anything but even more so than bodybuilders and the like, BBs at least put the work in on some next level shit.
Walked into to that doctors visit and saw the Indian doctor and knew I was going to be ignored
My jeet fatigue/hate is at the level that i would just go home and find a different practice/hospital the moment i learn i will be treated by an indian doctor. I am still positively surprised by the fact that i did not meet a single indian worker, be it nurse, orderly or doctor, when i was in hospital last year. My nurses where mostly young, female FOB Chinese (who where super nice and worked their asses off and where you could tell they tried their hardest to speak proper german despite their accents), Africans (same as for the Chinese, my initial nurse had her inner monologue coming out constantly in fluent french and i loved it, her german was top-tier as well) and the odd, obviously German-born hijabi (i could tell by how they spoke more proper, "posh" german than i do :story:) but not a single jeet.
 
Getting old really sucks sometimes. Most of the time, I just suck it up and deal—because no one like a whiner, so I've heard since I was a wee one—but other times I just have to say it bloody sucks.
My lower-back pain, what's never going away, just kind of wears on you (like today). Yet I still make the hour-long drive in to work each day and shut up about it. The Wife  hates that part of me (that I learnt from my father, who learnt it from his, &c), but she's a real feeler and talker, a quality that, in her, I find endearing.

When I was younger, every Saturday was a work day outside for me, doing something—mowing, raking, weeding, splitting, sweeping, repairing, something. Now, I really have to make myself gin up the wherewithal to go work. Ibuprofen, which is all I have, doesn't cut it.

I won't complain about my job as I'm nearing the end of my career (>10 years there'bouts) as it's a soft job (except for my achey back), but it does kind of chafe knowing that I've more or less plateaued where I am and watching the younger people get moved up. But, as Tony would say,


When i went out with her on a double date or some group function she just wouldn't talk, not because she was shy but because she simply had nothing to say.
You had it easy with that one. Imagine my experiences of going to parties or group functions with a woman like you describe who generally never had anything of value to say, but who nevertheless would not shut up about topics she knew next to nothing, especially after she had two or three belts in her. The second-hand embarrassment for her I would get was uncomfortable.
 
Im enjoying my new job but something still feels off, I just learned that my friend from uni who was in the deans list is doing his PHD, the guy who carried my ass throughout university. I used to be depressed about it, knowing I graduated with a 3.1 GPA while this guy was a 3.9 popular track star guy, being stupid and deficient and now its back. I dont know if I am naturally dumb or dysgenic or something, if Im to languish in worthless mediocrity for the rest of my life.
A PhD is inferior to immediate employment following your bachelor's/master's unless you're young and secure funding. It's not something that intelligent people should undertake unless they are already financially privileged and can delay their career by at least 4 years. Unless your friend fits that profile, he's likely making a mistake. By not trying to start a PhD, you probably made the correct choice for your situation. Being able to start a PhD has very little to do with your intelligence.
 
I almost never check my paystubs since the amount doesn't change. But I had to go download my W-2 and noticed my last stub was 50% taxes. Then I realized it was a bonus paycheck. I'm not entirely sure why or how I get them but they do show up about once a year, I asked once and they gave me some convoluted spreadsheet, and as it's a bonus I never expect it. But it's here. Or it was here, it's now been immediately spent to pay off the personal loan I used for the remodeling last year instead of paying it off over the next 8 months.

Now, it's time to do taxes and see where I ended up. Usually I withhold too much, so I get a refund, I know that's not a good way to do it, but at least it's enforced savings.

So, I'm doing good. It's also raining and windy, so a nice day to boot.
 
Snow is sloughing off the roof with ominous noises. But at least it's going away.
 
Doggies are behaving today. Or, the frenchie is. My bitch is being a brat but I'll chalk it up to jealousy, I "pay more attention to" the frenchie because I have more interactions with him as he's a menace and will turn off my PC or eat the lambskin I have on my floor if I don't watch him like a hawk.
Saturday as a whole has been slow and I guess I don't have anything to complain about, even my mood has been stable to the positive side today. I'll count that as a win.
My father is picking us up tomorrow and we're going to a beach to walk the dogs, so that'll be a nice change of pace for us.
 
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