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Go on.
Go on.
What if being shamed is my kink?
What about phrasing it so the effort isn’t on you, but them?
“I’ve never really felt comfortable around [describe group]”. This way, the failure isn’t yours to get comfortable, but on them to mwake you comfortable.
For me an email is when I don’t need a quick response. A text is when I want a faster response but I don’t want to interrupt what the other person is doing. A call is when I want a quick response and I think it’s worth interrupting the person.
I very rarely call.
Hmm. I think I may have to try a golden one.
Wow. Just wow.
Depending on my mood I go butter and brown sugar, or olive oil, garlic, and Parmesan.
I eat the skin of regular kiwi’s. Am I not supposed to?
Find a purpose that motivates you. For some people that is exploring, for others it is expressing themselves creatively, or helping people, or fighting for a cause you believe in, or trying to make the perfect baked potato.
I don’t know your specific limitations. Perhaps there is motivation in overcoming them, or helping others so they won’t have them too?
You were a little sparse with details, and I trust you have your reasons. Depending on this situation this advice could be pretty insensitive. My goal is not to offend or upset. I hope I haven’t.
It’s also called redundancy.
Transfered some homemade beer into bottles, and started sewing some outfits for a Renaissance faire.
Such a weird idea. I want to try it.
I lived in NYC for a few years and never went to see the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building, or really any of the iconic touristy things.
Why? No idea. Never seemed interesting to me.
This doesn’t answer your question, but I just had a great idea for an art project which includes detailed applications of different protection levels of sunblock, and a tanning bed.
I guess stripes would be an easy place to start. Who wants to try it?
Porch fest?
Brewing beer!
I’m trying to get back into a hobby I had before I had a kid.
Technically a gay couple is twice as manly as a hetero couple.
Not really related to the story, I just like that fact.
Somewhat the opposite. My mom started “borrowing” money from me when I was a teenager. I was too trusting, but eventually i learned to say “no”.
Fuck, I haven’t thought about any of this in a long time. My mom was awful.
Edit:
I forgot to explain why borrow was in quotes. Most of the time I never got paid back. I still believe she intended on paying me back, but was never able to get ahead financially enough to do it. In general if she borrowed less than $100 she’d get it back to me and pretty quickly. Over $100 it would take her too long to save it up and she’d forget about it.