Retire. My career has been my focus my entire adult life, at the expense of everything else, and now I am ensuring that I can retire young enough to enjoy myself and wealthy enough to never have a care.
Just call 'em out. They'll argue against it, and you should cut them off then. But it will leave them with a clear answer as to why, and hopefully lead to revelation.
Yeah, I've heard that half of Trump voters receive some sort of government assistance, and if true, this will hit them hard. These folks won't be able to put food on their table or get the medical care they need without bankruptcy. I'm torn between "haha face eating leopards" and feeling incredibly defeated because humans are going to suffer, and I never want to see that. It's such a complicated mess.
As a masochist, I still regularly check Facebook comments. The vast majority of Republicans are calling this "fake news" and still claim that Trump would NEVER cut their social security, Medicare, Medicaid, food stamps, disability, etc. They're in for a wild ride. And I say that with an incredibly heavy heart, knowing how many people this will hurt.
Alcohol. I never drank until I got an IT internship and the boss was big into craft beers. I started drinking craft beer every night just to have something to bond with him through to try to turn the internship into a full-time job. I did get the job, but then struggled for years with alcohol dependence.
After my dad died I nearly drank myself to death and managed to quit for an entire year. Then I got cheated on, and home was no longer a safe space, so I hung out at the bar every day instead. It's been 6 months and I've gone from ~75 beers / week to ~24. Just tapering myself off slowly. Wegovy helps - I can't have more than a few drinks without feeling super bloated now.
This sounds like BS but is completely true. My mother once locked me in the attic for several months while my father was out of town. I was around 15 years old. There was a bedroom and bathroom, but no food. I survived on an unusually large container of Chichis Hot Salsa that my dad had gotten me for my birthday (it was my favorite snack) and a bottle of cranberry juice. I refilled the juice bottle with water from the sink. I went from ~160 lbs to under 100bs. Near the end I began experiencing seizures.
I will never forget the first meal I had when my dad got back into town. It was a sandwich from a pizza place, and I can still taste it clearly. It was heavenly.
The finding, according to the researcher, will allow national polar programs to be prepared and to consider measures to prevent the transmission of the infection through human means, especially the spread to people, as many of the locations where the virus was detected are frequently visited by tourist and research vessels.
I read this as "36 beers" instead of "36 years old" and got concerned.