Oh man. We had just gotten a PS1 and Need for Speed. We lived in a little apartment over a beer store. Friday night would come and we’d spend the entire weekend racing each other and drinking way too much. We’d let the loser of the race stay on and the winner would sit out. That way we all got practice and got really, really good. Good times.
Yeah, fuck those people. Pain hits everyone differently. I had my ribs tattooed and yeah, it hurt but not like bad-bad. I saw a guy that was getting his done and you’d have though they were gutting him alive. Full on screaming. I have zero doubt it was real for him. That’s when it dawned on me fully that while there are some common things that hurt, we all have a totally different relationship with pain.
I did my shoulder skating a bowl. I went to the er then home. I can’t imagine getting back into a game afterward. You’re a seriously tough dude.
I once got to Sweet Frog 5 minutes after they closed. That was pretty bad.
Pain wise, dislocating my shoulder, elbow/top of foot/chest tattoos were about tied for about 9 on the scale.
Being sea sick is a misery I only wish on a select few.
Arch cramp or Charlie horse in the middle of the night is a personal hell.
I told my wife flat out to not talk to me about news or politics at all unless it was good news. It took a few weeks to get it to sink in, but she’s stopped. I do keep up in small doses so I’m not completely shut off, but I get headlines a couple of times a week, not dozens daily. Set a boundary and either she respects it or you tell her it’s time to move on.
I got involved with my hyper-local community. Like 3 blocks around my house. I walk my goats almost everyday and make sure to chat to all my neighbors. I tell and share good news with them; recipes, gardening, weather, Halloween plans, whatever. If they start in with doom shit, I just gently redirect them. “Yeah, I saw that but dude, I found a place down the street that has the best cookies.” Again, it took a bit but they’ve started to get it. We don’t have to focus on the shit. We can be aware of it but it doesn’t have to be central to everything. One neighbor and I are going to start a block party movie night. I do dumb thing while walking too. Pick up trash, straighten other people’s yard signs, move trash/recycling cans back to the yard side when empty. Little shit that just makes other peoples lives a tiny bit better. That stuff is contagious too.
Another thing that’s helped is my core friend group. We were already a bunch of nerds, but now we have like 3 rpg games going. Not all of them are regular, but it’s a way to tune out without shutting down. There is a spoken agreement that we keep real life shit out of our sessions and they’re just for unwinding and living a fantasy for a bit.
When they bailed on Brian Johnson and picked him up, I stopped listening to ac/dc altogether.
Are you suggesting had the driver seen the red light, he would have stopped? Like, in the world we live in, you truly think all the laws that get broken on a regular basis, people just wouldn’t run a red? This is so naive it’s adorable.
Me? Average. Maybe a little better than average. I’ve never been the driver in an accident. I’ve been pulled over twice. Once for a headlight out and once for doing 52 in a 45 (I suspect the bigger crime was it not being a local on a road where the people that lived there routinely drive 60+), and my insurance usually goes down about every year or two.
But I’ve made a few mistakes, mistimed some lights, and forgotten to use my turn signal. But id say on the whole, I’m not too bad.
Maybe had he not been staring at the light and stopped, he’d have seen all the warnings. Having rushed a light or two myself, I’m pretty sure the focus in on that.
Anything by guns and roses. I’ve turned off other people’s radios at work when they come on. It’s almost started fights but that shit can fuck right off. I can deal with anything else but there’s so etbihg about gnr that gets up my nose.
I wonder how it would have gone if he stopped for the red.
Upstream Color might fit this bill.
What’s old? I’m 53 and hate pretty much everything I see. I have a Grumpy Bear on my dashboard so we can bitch about other drivers. I’m in near constant pain from a back problem and can’t do very many fun things anymore. And every single day I make every interaction with everyone I come across as pleasnt and fun as I possibly can. I make eye contact and say please and thank you. I tease and joke with everyone I see. Just because I’m a curmudgeonly old fuck doesn’t mean I have to bum other people out. But maybe I’m not old yet.
If you smell shit everywhere you go, check your shoes.
My hamster saw this pic and just looks bummed the fuck out now.
Shop Sign-> Don’t put it down; Put it away.
Yes. That’s the joke. He very openly told stories about he and my mom sold pot to get to and from Woodstock.
I worked with my dad for 20 years. He taught me almost everything I know about building houses. But I think the two biggest things were, how to deal with tricky clients (this applies to all people, not just clients), and how to come at everything with a relaxed style. He used to say he spent a lot of money in the '60s developing his attitude.
A couple. By and large though, I’ve found more that were cultish than weren’t. Some are so cultish that the ones they “support” try to avoid them.
I’ve been through a couple of 12step programs. Some are most deff cult like.
I don’t have the time to play many games now but I recently bought Dirt 5 for my arcade fix and Dirt Rally 2 for my sim fix. I’ve always loved rally games.
And yeah, still super close with one of those guys. When I can find the time, we spend our time playing Day Z, Arma Reforger, Sea of Thieves. He plays Forza, but I’m trying to get gud at DR2 before getting him into it so I can win at least a handful of games first.