My family were missionaries. I didn't believe in that BS. The main thing that I learned is that they use the concept of the mythical Jesus and sacrifice as a crutch to help them get through each day much in the same way addicts do with their drug of choice.
There's good reason why folks who ditch that religion are so much happier.
Facebook Purity completely removes all native ads and is updated each time after it breaks.
It also lets you change the font, size, if pictures load, remove shorts and people you may know, custom scripts, etc. It works for nearly every major browser.
I don't use Facebook except to keep in touch with family, but FB Purity makes things... bearable.
Also, don't judge the decade's old style of the web page. The program is really over a decade old and been maintained this whole time.
If talking with a woman and she asks you to rate her:
"Hmm, let's see 9.5... nope, wait, hold on,..."
Fix a hair on her head or move your head around like you're looking at the Mona Lisa
"Nope, 10 out of ten. Absolute perfection."
Then smile, and look her in the eyes (or forehead if you're shy)
The touch will help increase intimacy level, but if you lean in and she leans back, then you don't have permission to touch her then do the head bobs like you're examining a really nice piece of art.
Bonus points: Make sure you look her up and down with your eyes as she's unconsciously seeing that you're looking at her whole picture.
At least that my default on how I handle questions like that.
Sorta, but not really. My family was doxxed by some bad people, and that caused my father to run away and back slip into drugs as his paranoid schizophrenia made him think that the death threats he was getting were real (which they were sorta real). We found him after being missing for a week. He was comatose, naked and covered in chemical burns.
After he got out of the hospital, I brought him to another state where I live to try to take care of him. Only he slipped out and found some random person who sold fent spiked meth.
I found him dead on my couch.
The paramedics tried to resuscitate him, but he was already gone.
I'm looking into therapy now as I can't get that image out of my head. Plus all the guilt of him dying in my care.
I have a degenerative bone disease that causes my bone marrow to turn into tumors. It's really painful and I break things as I walk.
I've been on fentanyl patches when my pain gets too extreme. I also drink coffee when I don't have the energy to do much due to my condition. I was taking stronger stimulants NuVigil in order to be able to function at work in a corporate job before I became 100% disabled for several years. Nowadays, I just stick to coffee or caffeine pills.
A lot of people mix uppers and downers like that. It's just that coffee and caffeine are much more acceptable stimulants even if they work pretty close to the same..
My family were missionaries. I didn't believe in that BS. The main thing that I learned is that they use the concept of the mythical Jesus and sacrifice as a crutch to help them get through each day much in the same way addicts do with their drug of choice.
There's good reason why folks who ditch that religion are so much happier.