I’m not sure it’s in all of them. The one by me has an area where you can dump your kid so you can shop unimpeded. I’m only assuming they have a ball pit.

As long as you were true to yourself and didn’t pretend to be someone else, you did nothing wrong. All you can ever do is be honest with the people you love. It’s up to them to decide if they want to be with you (the same way you get to decide if you want to be with them). It sounds like you tried and she just didn’t want to be with you. I don’t mean that in a cruel way. It’s just how things sometimes go.

Sometimes people grow apart. Time will heal, yes but for now, you’re grieving. You lost a friend. It will take time to let that go and for you to move on.

Frankly, it sounds like she meant more to you than you did to her. That’s her loss. Stand tall, be proud of yourself that you could give yourself to someone, and that you were honest and open. Go and do that again and again until you find someone that is honest enough with themselves to be as vulnerable with you as you are them.

Don’t t think of this as a failure or defeat. Think of it as part of a process. Turn the page and start a new chapter.

The ball pit in the children’s area is a great place to get, uh, let’s call it veal.

And Sublime did a song about playing the same song twice.

This time it’s different. He likes me in a way he doesn’t like the others. They were all toxic but he knows I’m true. They made him be like that. He knows I won’t.

Yeah. We had a kid so we were more co-parenting than anything. We stayed friendly. Well, after a while. I was pretty hurt but eventually it all passed. And now I’m way better off. Im married again and this time I can tell it’s for keeps. We have our ups and downs but we both want it to last so we each work hard at it. Also, after all the child support, and kid coming of age after some pretty rough teen years, there was some heavy feelings and drama. My wife and I made an agreement that we’d never divorce; there could be a gun and a shovel either way, but no divorce.

She came from a pretty messed up family. Not as bad as some but there was some pretty gross stuff going on. We dated for a long time, maybe 7 or 8 years. We got married, she was safe. And she started to grow and seek therapy. She grew into herself and it turned out we didn’t love each other anymore.

Miserable sober is better than happy drunk. Another way I’ve heard it is “embrace the suck”. People don’t usealy understand that one right off the bat, but they get it after some time sober.

It took a while to get here, but thanks. Yeah, one day I realized that hanging out in drinking zones (parties, bars, music venues where it was more about drinking than music) drunk people are just annoying. So I started doing my own things and inviting the same people. Some came along, some didn’t. The ones that came along still drink, they just do it on their own time.

The government scientician says it offsets the microplastics.

It’s always the ones you most suspect.

Still wouldn’t be worth it, but it would explain a lot.

There’s a lot of good advice in here already. I’m just here to say that, for me, even at my lowest now, I’m way better off than when I was drinking. Drinking never, and I mean Never, made anything better. It just took me 30+ years to realize it. And I’ve lost touch with some people over it. I’m just not interested in watching other people drink. And that’s OK, our whole life is growing and/or changing and not everyone grows in the same direction.

“you are absolutely right.”

*you are absolutely starboard.

Fify

So do you skip movies unless they’re documentaries? It’s OK for people to like fiction even if you don’t.

I’m m only guessing but I bet she’s only good at faking orgasams.

It’s real. To be fake it would take professional wrestling levels of acting ability. And do you really think either of these two has that?

If I can hit it by softly lobbing a rock at it, it’s here. Farther than that but I can still see it, it’s there. Out of sight it’s over there somewhere.

I’m not sure this is really from 1955. The Adidas the dude on the left has on is showing a style of outsole that, while could be found in the early and mid '50s, wasn’t mass-produced until 1959 or even 1960. He’d have to have been an Adidas rep or known someone really high up in the company. And frankly I doubt that is the case here. He would have to have either been living in Germany or close to someone that was. And if the later is the case, international shipping would have been rather difficult. And while I’m not decrying his stylistic choices of dress, I am skeptical that a high ranking Adidas professional would have been accepted if this were the look they came to work with.

Yoooo. This was my local news guy. MD represent!

Too Much Coffee Owl.