Half your age plus seven doesn’t work a lot of the time. I’m 39, and I wouldn’t feel comfortable dating someone who’s even 32, they are baby. Not happening, no way. Likewise, even 46 is too old for me.
Then again, anecdote isn’t data, and DiCaprio effectively cancels me out, so whatever.
I do the things that must get done: going to work, paying the bills, and I realize that if I don’t, what life I’ve made for myself will stop.
For the chores and stuff, sometimes I’ll make a chore pact with my wife (“let’s both clean stuff for the next half hour”) as a way of keeping mutual responsibility. Sometimes I’ll just get fed up and ride a chore wave for a couple hours.
For skills, I try to narrowly just grow the stuff I’m good at as best as I can; naturally, only the skills that interest me for the long term are the ones that grow.
Ah, my username is my legal name and there are pictures of me in my account. My username everywhere is my legal name, cause I think I lack imagination.
So I guess I’m fucked exactly this much, which doesn’t seem like a lot.
I generally get left alone. Everyone worries about their own personal problems enough to have time to bother someone random on the internet.
Edit: if I post my address, someone’s gonna ring my doorbell and scare my birds, so you’re not getting it. I’m in the Portland metro area though.
A few. I’m playing through the bonus campaigns of Etherfields, while looking longingly at ISS Vanguard which I haven’t picked up in a week, while playing one-shot games of stuff like Twinfold and Harmonies and Balatro and Slay the Spire (both table and phone). Finished Silent Hill 2R recently and that was awesome. Sometimes when I’m up to it I’ll break out some sort of random Final Girl game.
I know this isn’t true for everyone, but narrative solo board gaming is really, really good for me, and lets me do a lot of gaming that I wouldn’t otherwise be able to do, what with my brain being all busted with stroke damage.
Excuse you, it doesn’t take four hours to get to Seattle, you just have to do like 90 miles an hour between like Kalama and Tacoma, like everyone else.
Zoos, pet stores, mascots. Always with express permission, always wash hands after. Never touch wild turtles, always touch captive turtles very gently on the shell.
This is an underpinning of the plot of Final Fantasy VIII, where a sorceress with incredible power is entombed and sent to space, and her screaming drowns out all the radio frequencies on the planet.
I’m gonna throw in for Zachtronics Solitaire Collection.
Most of Zach’s games are about engineering assorted things to meet demands like speed or efficiency, but he would always bundle a fun and thematic solitaire variant in with his games.
This is all the solitaire games collected, with all the engineering cut out. I’ve probably put a couple thousand hours into it, and since it’s just in my pocket, I can pick it up and play while waiting on food and such, playing before I sleep, and just random games of solitaire folded throughout my day.
(My favorite in the collection is Fortune’s Foundation, a Fortress variant that puts away a whole tarot deck, major arcana included.)
Being an ostensibly-male-ish high schooler with a bad grasp of English and good looks had gotten me so much attention.
And every goddamn one of them was disappointed that I was ace and sex-repulsed and didn’t have the vocabulary to express it at the time. They thought I was spurning their advances deliberately!
(Of course, looking back, I bet that none of them actually wanted to be with an incredibly lesbian trans woman. (And yet, somehow, I married an ace trans woman of my own, shit’s nice.) I’m trying to work on not feeling bad that I disappointed those women, and that they found better matches of their own.)
But seriously though, DiCaprio freaks me out, Trump freaks me out for the same reason, among others.
I mean, what’s wrong with dating one’s age?
I don’t wanna be dating someone half my age, then I die. That just seems cruel.