BlitzoTheOisSilent @ BlitzoTheOisSilent @lemmy.world

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I was 29 when I bought mine last year, but was only able to do so because of my Veteran's benefits.

My biggest regret was not buying a house while I was still in, in the area I was stationed, because since then (2017), houses have jumped in price and I much preferred living there then my home state. But... Life is just funny like that, I suppose.

I'm with you 100%. No one consents to being born, and it should be every human's right to decide when they've had enough and consent to checking out of life.

We put down animals because they're suffering, it's seen as a mercy, yet when it comes to humans? Oh no, go through your fifth round of chemo, take two shots of morphine every day, exist in nothing but physical pain because wanting to die is somehow... Wrong?

I've suffered from depression the majority of my life, and I've even asked my therapist: what is so wrong, so bad, about wanting to die? We live in a society where the majority of wealth is held by very few, we're watching governments across the world fall to fascism, people's rights are being stripped away left and right, and yet the majority of the population believes "Well, you have XYZ, so you should be grateful! You have so much to live for!"

This is not a pro-suicide comment, either, to be clear. If you are suffering, please reach out to friends/family, or even better, a mental health professional if that is an option for you. Death is a permanent solution to what can be a temporary problem. But if an individual of sound mind and body wants to consent, for whatever reason, to no longer wanting to play this torture we call life, I believe they should 100% have the right to do so, and we should be glad we as a society have come so far as to extend the same mercy to human beings that we provide to pets.

Nothing is stopping anyone from taking out a full page ad in a local newspaper and writing their letter that way. Otherwise, I agree, a letter would just wind up in the trash and probably cause the douchenozzle landlord to double down.

You've never heard of a sentencing with the phrase "time served?" That's what they're usually referring to, you've already served X amount of time being held in jail, and that will count towards/cover whatever your sentencing is.

🎵 They'll say, "Awwwwww, Topsy!" At my -- Auuuuuu-topsy And no one will be.... More shocked than me!🎵

I was in an uber with a friend in some Baltimore traffic when the driver almost rear-ended the car in front of us. She was distracted talking to us, I think, was telling us about her life or something.

Immediately after she slammed on the brakes, she admitted to us she was high as a kite, and then went into explaining how she hides it from her rides (uses the ozium stuff to make the smell disappear, leaving a window of time between pickups to ensure the car aired out, etc). Vaping wasn't as commonplace back then, as I think Colorado and only one other state had legalised it at that point.

But, like, damn lady... Why are you telling your two passengers this right after you almost got into a nasty wreck? We just wanted to get to the bar 😂

My doggo will normally follow verbal commands for sit/down/shake without much issue. But sometimes he gets too excited or obstinate and doesn't want to do it even if I've said so a few times. At some point, I inadvertently taught him that me putting my hand(s) on my hip(s) is the "Ok, we're not moving on until you listen" gesture.

I make him sit before he eats, and if he isn't sitting, I'll just put my hand on my hip and he immediately plants his ass against the floor, tail wagging. He also knows the question, "Are you begging?" if he's too close to someone eating, and he'll put his head down and slowly skulk away for 5 minutes before sneakily returning to his previous position, hoping for scraps. 😆

I watched a family of three walk from the store to the literal last, furthest parking spot that they chose to park in (the lot had plenty of parking much closer) with their cart. They unloaded it into their Tesla, and then put it on the grass mound next to their spot, also next to the road, and drove away.

I get that some employees like being able to kill time getting the far, stray carts, but... Hooooo-ly shit I could smell the entitlement wafting off them when they walked by.

Well that may explain an interaction between a possum and my sisters dog a few years ago. When I lived with my sister I'd take their mastiff out on her leash and walk her around their property while I had a smoke. We'd do this all times of day and night.

I'd drop the leash if we were in the backyard since it was fenced on two sides and only one gate to get into the front, which I could keep an eye on while she explored. One night, it had to have been about midnight, she was obsessed with this one spot in the tall grass, like, would not leave this spot. So after about five minutes I went to grab her, and she's fighting me, nose buried in this spot. I finally turn my flashlight on and walk over, and there's a possum curled up in the tall grass. And she's licking it...

I pull her away, since, I'm sure dogs shouldn't be licking wild animals, especially ones that are dead, right? Like, only a dead possum would let another animal lick it, right? Wrong. As I'm looking at it to make sure she didn't lick up any maggots or was eating any rotten meat, it turned it's head towards me, eyes squinting, like, "Do you mind? I was having the most wonderful dream of a bath." It wasn't playing possum, I've seen them do that, it was literally just curled up in grass, sleeping, while a dog 6X its size was licking it head to toe.

🎵Standing beside you🎵

Your whole comment is entitlement. If the vehicle in the passing lane is going the speed limit, or matching the speed of cars traveling in the other lane, then sure, you have an argument.

But if traffic in the center lane is moving at 70 mph, and the car in front of you is traveling at 75 mph in the passing lane, but you're doing 80+, guess what?!

You can flash your lights and use every blinker in your car that you want, you're reckless driving, traveling at speeds that are unsafe, and the cop that pulls you over isn't gonna give a flying fuck that you were in the passing lane.

And y'know how I can tell you view the passing lane as a personal camping lane? Because you never indicated that you, or the people flashing their lights/blinkers/horns/whatever, ever move back over. The left lane is not for camping, it's for passing and then merging back over.

No one needs to move more quickly because you feel the need for speed, or are late for who fucking cares. You wanna drive fast? Take your shitbox to a track and drive like an asshole to your hearts content.

So unless those lights you're flashing are red and blue with a siren, you can kiss my sweet, 5 mph-over-the-speed-limit driving ass.

MLK Jr. literally wrote about this exact same thing in his Letter from Birmingham jail.

that the Negro’s great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen’s Councilor or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to ‘order’ than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says: ‘I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action’; who paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for another man’s freedom; who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro to wait for a ‘more convenient season.’ ”

A former roommate got me "What the Fuck Should I Make for Dinner?!" as a gift a few years back. Pretty funny book, written in the style that reminds me of Bill Burr a little bit.

"We're making fucking roasted chicken, alright? So buy the damn chicken, along with these herbs you probably don't fucking have, and we'll get this shit rolling."

Do you not have carpets or what?

I don't, no. Only one room in my house has carpet, and they're from the original owner and already gross anyway, and that room is a storage room. The rest of the house is hardwood (which needs to be redone) or linoleum.

I couldn’t imagine fucking up all my carpets and furniture over time from being too lazy to take shoes off.

It's not always laziness, I prefer just having my shoes on unless I've got my feet on the couch, then it's just socks. People have their own preferences, there's nothing wrong with that.

Plus I just don’t understand how it’s comfortable to wear shoes all day long. I usually can’t wait to get home just so I can take my shoes off. I don’t feel like I can truly relax without them off.

🤷‍♀️ Don't know, I just feel more comfortable in shoes an/or socks. I've never understood people who have to take their shoes and socks off as soon as they get home, you're just getting dust and dirt and whatever else all over your feet.

Do you wear your shoes when you’re in bed and snuggling on the couch under a blanket too???

No, shoes don't go on the furniture, unless I'd get too high in the past and fall asleep with them on. They're warm and protect my feet.

I'll also add, I have a dog, so, to me, it's a moot point. He's not wearing shoes, and he's going to drag even worse stuff in the house on his paws, and I'm not cleaning his paws literally every time he's gotta go out and pee, so... 🤷‍♀️

Idk, I see all of the points people are making about why you shouldn't wear them inside, but I don't understand why people are acting like they've never even considered the concept of just... Wearing shoes inside? Like, to me, it's more astonishing (as a former chef) that people will cook barefoot, like, haven y'all never seen what hot oils can do to bare skin? That's insane to me, but I'm not losing my mind over the concept.

That's what I've ended up doing, haha, and trying to shop local when I can. Only stuff I tend to still go new/big bucks for are tools, just because I want to have some peace of mind that I'm not buying the table saw some guys kept in his damp garage for 20 years in, hahaha.

I used to feel this way, until I heard how predatory the loans actually are. One woman on John Oliver's segment about it was paying a little over $700/month towards her student loans. Of that, only about $70 of it was actually going towards the principle of the loan, the rest was interest.

Another woman had paid $90k over ten years on her $80k in loans, and still owed $70k. That is just absolute horseshit, no other loan that I know of operates that way outside of payday loans, which an education loan should absolutely not be.

If he can't get the debts forgiven, they should at least cap the interest at no more than 2% so people can actually pay them off. Or make them dischargeable through bankruptcy, but something has to give. Until John Oliver's segment, I didn't realize how bad things were for a lot of people, and while I have no student loan debt (GI Bill for me, fortunately), I still feel for them.

It's been 11 years, but I'm almost positive our bunks in bootcamp had railings on at least the top bunk. I was Navy, other branches may have been different, but they're not just for little kids.

When I worked for USPS as a carrier, my LLV (the mail truck) was older than I was by a year. I could also put the key in the ignition, start it, and then completely remove the key and the truck would keep running.

That kinda shit cracks me up, hahaha

It was my grandmother's, and I was the 5th owner after she passed away. Manual windows, manual locks, and a fully-metal body. By the time I got it, it was so quirky, I loved everything about it.

• The horn was dying, so if you held it for longer than 2-3 seconds, it sounded like the doppler effect,
• Since the hood was metal, the horn would make it vibrate a little and the car sounded like it was begging to be put out of its misery,
• The brakes screamed when you came to a stop, but only at speeds under 10 mph, so I basically scared the shit out of every drive-thru worker I encountered,
• Our family dog knocked the rear view mirror off with her head, and after 5 months, we finally glued it back on, only for her to do it again a week later, so I learned to drive with only my sideview mirrors,
• The parking brake basically couldn't be relied on because the previous owner, my sister, drove it for about 6 months with the parking brake fully engaged, complaining to my dad constantly that it had no acceleration.

Was a beautiful, green, Kia Sephia, and I miss that car more than some family members. My second car had another favorite quirk: the driver's window motor died, so the window wouldn't roll up or down. So, being the high school chucklefuck that I was, I'd go through drive-thrus in reverse if I had a friend in the passenger seat (also without a rearview mirror, thanks to the aforementioned dog).

All the staff used to come to the window laughing, and one manager gave us real shit for it despite their being no signs or anything indicating we couldn't.

Sigh my younger days, cars today are just too boring 😂

I honestly didn't know that, I tend not to live my life in a way that would preclude me being shot or being around folks who will shoot someone. Thanks for the info! :)