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I remember my science teacher in seventh grade saying this. I was just very confused because my mother who was a nurse said it was just a dark red.

It was false then but my seventh and eighth grade science teacher told us that blood was blue. My mom was a nurse so I knew that it was bullshit but was definitely confused because he was my science teacher.

I’m sorry to hear that. Looking back, I suspect it was probably the same or similar with my friend, but I was too young to see or understand it and her and I are coming from upper class neighborhood. These things would be brushed under the rug, not talked about not believed, etc..

Looking back the whole situation, it’s terrifying. I don’t think my parents ever figured that I was in that kind of situation with my friend. We were super lucky that nothing bad ever happened because it would’ve been very easy for us to be taken advantage of and we had no idea.

These guys had to be at least 21 I don’t know how much rent cost there at the time or how much it was to share a house with two or three of your friends, but they certainly weren’t 18-year-old Freshmen and we had to be 17 at best. This particular friend was obsessed with any kind of male attention so for me it was kind of like an eye roll whatever at that time but looking back is like oh my God. Like you said it’s terrifying how normalized it is as teenage girls to get some kind of attention from older men.

This particular friend of mine was obsessed with older men and getting any kind of attention for men she definitely had gotten into cars with strangers, met up with a random men, etc.. I don’t think anything bad ever happened to her, but she was lucky In that instance. She wasn’t so lucky because she ended up getting addicted to drugs and overdosed and died In her early 20s.

Not so much as a child, but as a teenager. Once I could drive I didn’t quite have the same level of supervision and was really really able to have a lot more freedom. I’m pretty cautious person in general, but had a friend that was definitely not and was obsessed with college parties in high school.

We lived about an hour and a half from a college town so every now and then my friend wanted to drive up there and check out the parties. To be honest, there really weren’t a lot of parties going on. However, she did remember the house that had a party that she had gone to previously, so we would just show up at this house every now and then and hang out with the guys that lived there (party or no party).

Here we are 16 or 17-year-old girls showing up to these random college guys’ house. Thankfully, nothing ever happened, but it certainly would’ve been easy for something to happen.

I have a complicated relationship with my dad, but that has more to do with our personalities clashing and his wife not really being a fan of mine. If I needed something from him like I had an emergency or was hurt, in prison, etc., he would be there for me.

My mom and I have a really good relationship. We’re very close and have been since I was a kid. I could tell her anything and come to her with any problems and she would try to be there for me.

My parents were quite liberal with raising me I can call both of them by their first name, talk to them quite casually, etc. I call my dad “dad” and his first name interchangeably and have done so since I was a kid. His wife feels like it’s disrespectful. My view on it is I’ve done it since I was a kid. He never had an issue with it. If he did, he would’ve told me to not do that when I was a child when I would’ve listened to him.

A maid. I really don’t like cleaning. I’m not very good at it, I miss a lot of things, I don’t have the attention span, etc. I do it because I have to. I don’t want to live in squalor but gosh, it would be nice to have somebody cleaning my house for me even if it’s just once a month.

When I was a teenager, I got my nose pierced. I loved that piercing so much. I thought it looked adorable and I was so happy with it. However, my body rejected it, and started growing this lump behind the piercing, and then eventually started growing over it so I had to take out the piercing.

So then I got my eyebrow pierced, wasn’t as cute as the nose, but it was fun at the same thing happened. This bump started growing under the skin of my eyebrow, and then eventually almost looks like a zit coming from my eye eyebrow. I took out the piercing and it went away.

In both instances, I regretted having a piercings. It was the right idea to take them out because clearly my body couldn’t take it. I think I still would’ve like the nose piercing. I probably would’ve taken out the eyebrow, but I liked the nose.

Basically, this is the same for me as well. I like Lemmy but there’s just not enough content yet and that’s OK but until then I’m gonna naturally gravitate to other social media until more stuff is able to transition over. Half of the post seems to be reddit reposts.

I was raised in an atheist/agnostic household. Nobody ever came out and said we were atheist or agnostic, but no one went to religious services weekly or on holidays. There was never talk of prayer or worship or god.

Both my parents came from different religious backgrounds. One parent is Jewish. The other is Christian, though I would argue that their parents were atheist/agnostic as well.

We celebrated the holidays that involved presents, Christmas, Hanukkah and Easter. I didn’t really learn any of their religious symbolism behind these holidays until I was much older and it wasn’t through my parents. Part of it was cultural osmosis, and part of it was curiosity about these religions when I figured out what they were.

My parents basically refused to explain anything about religion to me, even when I was curious just to understand what was being referenced.

We lived in a pretty big Jewish community or so it wasn’t uncommon to get invited over for Passover dinner at someone’s house.

I went to Synagogue with Jewish friends and church with Christian friends. My friend’s mother taught classes at their synagogue so I do remember going and learning about Judaism and the holidays there but I didn’t last very long. I didn’t really enjoy it, I remember not wanting to go back in after our little recess/break and watching Fiddler on the Roof.

When I was curious about Christianity and wanted to know why my friends went to Sunday school or church on the weekends, my mother took me to a Unitarian church. We didn’t attend for very long and I don’t remember being particularly interested or involved in any of the activities they were doing for the kids.

Now I would say, I am firmly an atheist.

I have pretty terrible handwriting so I feel like mine is pretty easy to not be able to read in the first place so something so loose doesn’t really work for me. I think if I had a nice Penmanship or with artistic, it would just flow a lot better, but I need something quite firm and stable.

For me one looks like it would be very nice, but it’s just too loose when it comes to writing and the ink smudge is really easily from what I remember. My dad had them all around the house because they look very business like but I don’t really remember enjoying writing with them.

I think I’m more of a bic fan if it comes to pens or pencils But pilots are always been fairly standard. I guess it’s gone downhill which is too bad.

1 and 2 look good but looks are deceiving. 5 and 7 all the way.

Five. Tired but true.

OK, so clearly you’re seeing into my mind with the Monstera plant. That’s not fair and please help me save it.

If only ~

I love Ralph

Love this