Alice @ Alice @beehaw.org

Unfortunately alive. USAmerican, gay

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Not an old person yet, but I thought I was prepared for everything since I've had shitty joints, a shitty back, and a shitty memory since I was a kid.

As soon as I hit 30 I started putting on weight despite never changing my diet or exercise routine 🥲 no more hourglass figure for me!

Thank you ❤️

I hadn't thought about that, thanks for the suggestion! I'll have to triple check with my insurance because they've been rejecting everything lately 😬

I hadn't heard that, that's interesting. Occam's razor suggests I just overdid it on bicep curls, but that's still good to know!

Horrible. Had some slight elbow pain at the gym. Went to the doctor. Told to keep it in a brace and not bend it. I swear the compression and the stiffness are making it worse, it's gone from a little bit of pain beside my elbow to moderate pain all down my arm.

People keep insisting it feels worse than it is and acting like I'm being stubborn when I say it wasn't that bad at first. Everyone's saying shit unprompted like "tennis elbow never gets better" or "we're not 'treating you like' you're disabled, chronic pain is a real disability!"

My doctor told me that if, in the future, I do any kind of movement and it hurts my arm, I need to remember to "not do that movement again" because it'll cause re-injury. So I guess I'm not supposed to lift weights for the rest of my life?

It's really getting to my head. It just felt like a little bruise beside my elbow. It's not like they did any imaging and found something horrible, why is everyone acting like it's over?

I never even got to be buff... I was so malnourished it took me years to get visible muscles, and they were never impressive 😮‍💨 I had a stupid daydream of being an attractive butch

This would never work!

aLl MuSiC iS pReTtY gOoD

That they weren't feeding us well. I didn't know enough about nutrition to fully make my argument, I just remember getting sulky when we went shopping and our cart was 90% junk food.

Unfortunately I think people downvoting things they disagree with is kind of inevitable. People are notoriously combative online, and if they're given an option to drown someone out, they're going to abuse it. And that makes it even easier for any sort of hivemind to kick in.

I personally don't know a better system, but it's not perfect.

So Disney wants to make it so if you have a Disney+ account, they're allowed to kill you.

Not a great strategy for retaining customers, gang.

Unless you're an American Twitter employee— in which case, my condolences— I don't see how this is less worthy of celebration.

Good, it means more guys feel safe to explore themselves without getting beaten or killed.

Not the most dramatic, but when I was really little I remember play fighting with my brothers, and falling backwards off the bed and hitting my head against a dresser.

There was no wound or anything but I remember seeing all kinds of fucked up colors at the moment of impact. Despite being a huge crybaby, I'm pretty sure I didn't cry or freak out, I was just extremely fatigued.

I wonder if we should have gone to the doctor. I don't think you're supposed to see TV static and rainbow vomit when you bump your head.

Good thing our old pal Nintendo would never think like this!

In my 20s I got really optimistic about aging. See I was unschooled and never really had any life outside my home life, which wasn't great. Didn't get a high school diploma and starting my first job felt impossible.

Soon I made a group of friends, I discovered art, and I felt like I was capable of learning and growing and having a fulfilling life. I actually looked forward to being 30 because I thought I'd have matured a lot and learned how to live.

30 now. My friends were toxic. I lost my passion for art. I can't find any work outside of retail and I can't get an education because I'm so busy making ends meet. I feel like I've regressed into the worst version of my shut-in child self. I work and I get what sleep I can and I have no relationships.

I really hope this is part of the process.

I feel bad because someone paid for a ticket and sat there filming for 90 minutes but I can't stand them.

To me personally, it's a difference in the function of a room versus photos. Photos were always intended to capture memories, whereas a room was meant to be used and lived in. The idea of keeping the room as it was, permanently, feels like stagnation to me. I worry once it stopped being a comforting space, I still couldn't bring myself to do anything with it because it would reopen the wound, so I'd just ignore it and live around it, and the feeling of stagnation would grow heavier.

But also everyone grieves differently, and I've never lost a child, so I can only guess how I'd grieve based on how I've grieved other relationships. It's possible no one in that family feels the way I described. That's just my best answer for why it sounds creepy to a bunch of us.

That sounds like a headache! For all your trouble, I hope you get a good lease.

Central heat and air. I've been at my new place less than a month and every time I had to go back to the old place to pack and clean, I was surprised at how hot the back rooms were, even with A/C and fans on.

Update, management took my eggs two days before the lease ended. I love renting