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  • it is weird how people say that getting a lot of money, the thing whole world is based on, all humans work every day to get, is the worst thing that happened to them.

    Shakespeare - shot by someone who was trying to get his money

    David Lee Edwards - was a convict, spent a lot in several years, lost all his money and died.

    Jeffree Dampier: was sleeping with his wife’s sister, shot and killed by her and her husband.

    Urooj Khan: coughs blood and dies the next day of getting his check. Cyanide poisoning.

    Michael Karoll: “parties, coke, hookers, cars”

    Harrell Jr: spent too much, lent too much, killed himself after his wife left him.

    Stories go on and on. Almost all of them can be linked to already unstable, unwell people, their inability to manage the money properly or them not shutting up about the huge cash pile they recently sat on, to the trashy, money crazed people around them.


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    9 months ago

    You don’t believe science. Science is the process of understanding and learning about the universe. There is nothing to believe. If you agree you agree, if you disagree you prove otherwise. No dogmatism, rituals, beliefs, traditions are present unlike religions. So apples to oranges.

    You can also choose to understand science if you invest enough time. You cannot, for example, see a god if you work hard. Again, apples to oranges.



  • Both parties should contribute equally.

    That being said it’s a grey area. When I was out of a job and my bf worked 12 hour shifts, and came home exhausted and defeated, I didn’t mind doing all the work in the house. He did the same thing when I was working and he lost his job. Etc.

    It’s more like “I can do this if you don’t have the time/energy” and less like “I am required to do this because he is required to handle finances” though. Every relationship is different so this would be better answered in relationship_advice, with context and background explained


  • Can you elaborate what you mean by things that science can’t explain?

    Everything came from randomness and is mostly narrated by it, and there’s no escape from it. You may hit the lottery or end up with a rare fatal disease any time, your life will be changed and there’s nothing you can do about it. It’s not about god granting you awards or punishing you, it just happens. From this POV getting depressed because I went through x feels like getting depressed because water flows.

    Life is painful, also joyful, beautiful and really ugly, gross and amazing. You’re supposed to fall, get hurt and then get up and run a bit more until you can’t anymore. Every good and bad thing will pass in time





  • We did some acid with my then boyfriend. When we went to sleep that morning, he couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned, still nothing. Then he had a sudden sort of “vision” of his friend in an unfamiliar room. He called him and described the room, turns out the friend was at his childhood home, visiting his parents. He described the room pretty clearly and his friend was flabbergasted - if thats the correct word. This is the one thing I could not explain, although had some theories on how acid might enhance the “receiver” part of the brain. There’s not enough research done so that stayed as a theory. We did acid a bunch of times later, couple times just to experience something similar, but it never did.


  • In ramadan, people fasted all day long and broke their fast at evening. In the morning, my granma prepared “keşkek”; tomato paste, wheat and stock, put it all in a clay pot called “caba”. She’d take the caba’s, hand me a bunch of firewood and we’d walk to the neighbors house. Everybody in the neighbourhood did this. They had a huge outdoor oven, everybody would bring firewood and their caba’s. Then they’d put all of the cabas in the oven, fire it and let it cook, until it’s evening, time to break the fast. The food would slowly cook in fire and when it’s time to break the fast, the whole neighbourhood smelled like delicious keşkek. Then you’d go get your cabas from the neighbor, and there would be this thick crust on top. That was my favorite, and honestly I haven’t had anything that smells or tastes that good. I’d wait for ramadan every year. Of course I wouldn’t fast because I was just a kid