I have a bad habit of ending sentences with “so”, mainly because I get that far before realizing the thong I’m about to explain is redundant.

Maybe I’m your evil twin?

Yooooo I forgot about geocaching!! WikiShootMe also sounds like a cool way to explore.

Thanks for the suggestions! I gotta make a list when I get home. I haven’t heard of a few of these so that should be exciting.

The first two or three on that list might take several fits and starts to get through, YMMV, but they are WELL worth the effort, and you will come out the other side changed by the experience.

I’m anticipating this, not too worried. I have trouble comprehending thick prose, but part of why I’m asking for recs is because I won’t improve if I don’t try.

I loved having LOTR read to me as a kid so maybe it’s time to revisit it.

Sounds great, I love color theory

I have so many fucking OCs but I’m playing a dangerous game, I already don’t do nearly enough to hide my identity on here. If anyone who knows me irl saw me talking about my iconic character [REDACTED], I’d be screwed.

But yeah I love dreaming up stories and worlds, even though I’ve never really completed a work of fiction 😅 but I always have new drawing ideas or scenarios to entertain myself during a slow workday, by torturing my handmade blorbo.

ETA what I will say about [REDACTED] is that he was a one-off antagonist from a comic I planned to draw, but I ended up liking him more than the main characters. I hadn’t realized until that point but all my characters were pretty straightforwardly cute or silly. He’s a sleazy, rowdy, unkempt man who likes to cause problems just to feel something. It was so fun to come up with ways for him to be a dick and get himself in danger that I don’t think I’ve created a normal cute protagonist ever since.

What’s happening in Knoxville that made you assume this? 😰

This is a good reminder for me to find a first aid class.

I wanna be sexy…

Not even sports. Every holiday, everyone in my immediate family has their face buried in a laptop or a game console. I was the same way when I lived at home and saw them every day, but I’d think with the distance, we’d want to catch up a little more 😭

My family is just uncommonly antisocial, though. Even the ones who live together can go years without speaking to each other. I’ve tried board games, card games, and multiplayer video games, but ultimately I feel lonely when I’m around them.

When you put long hair on your stupid snoo and suddenly male redditors think you’re the sexiest woman to walk the earth.

I wonder if the video essayists exaggerate how popular the channels were before becoming controversial, because you’re not missing much.

DaddyOFive pretty much constantly screamed at his kids and made them cry for views, and while the worst of 8 Passengers happened off-camera, in the videos they still openly talked about shit like taking their teenage son’s bed away.

Even setting aside the justified outrage, I can’t imagine who enjoys it. It’s just unpleasant and sad.

Without knowing where you live, I’m kinda scared Lemmy users will give you dangerous advice. I’d be wary of any suggestions that don’t come from people in your country.

Maybe using a VPN would make it safer to search for queer discussions specific to your area. But also, you know, be wary of my suggestion! I don’t know your situation.

I’ll be honest, I’d be happy. I know Reddit as a whole sucks, but there are individual communities that still hold value. I miss active communities for niche crafts, I miss fandoms, and I miss actual life-changing shit like trans DIY, especially for countries outside the US.

I mainly stopped using Reddit because they killed third-party apps. If I could access Reddit from here, that’d be a pretty sweet deal for me.

I think cake day is fine. It’s because you get a little cake icon by your name, every forum does that. That said, I think the lemon party concern is kind of a stretch, lol.

Just call it what you like. People will know what you mean from context. If we need a community consensus, it’ll develop naturally.

Not an old person yet, but I thought I was prepared for everything since I’ve had shitty joints, a shitty back, and a shitty memory since I was a kid.

As soon as I hit 30 I started putting on weight despite never changing my diet or exercise routine 🥲 no more hourglass figure for me!

That they weren’t feeding us well. I didn’t know enough about nutrition to fully make my argument, I just remember getting sulky when we went shopping and our cart was 90% junk food.

Unfortunately I think people downvoting things they disagree with is kind of inevitable. People are notoriously combative online, and if they’re given an option to drown someone out, they’re going to abuse it. And that makes it even easier for any sort of hivemind to kick in.

I personally don’t know a better system, but it’s not perfect.

Good, it means more guys feel safe to explore themselves without getting beaten or killed.

Not the most dramatic, but when I was really little I remember play fighting with my brothers, and falling backwards off the bed and hitting my head against a dresser.

There was no wound or anything but I remember seeing all kinds of fucked up colors at the moment of impact. Despite being a huge crybaby, I’m pretty sure I didn’t cry or freak out, I was just extremely fatigued.

I wonder if we should have gone to the doctor. I don’t think you’re supposed to see TV static and rainbow vomit when you bump your head.

In my 20s I got really optimistic about aging. See I was unschooled and never really had any life outside my home life, which wasn’t great. Didn’t get a high school diploma and starting my first job felt impossible.

Soon I made a group of friends, I discovered art, and I felt like I was capable of learning and growing and having a fulfilling life. I actually looked forward to being 30 because I thought I’d have matured a lot and learned how to live.

30 now. My friends were toxic. I lost my passion for art. I can’t find any work outside of retail and I can’t get an education because I’m so busy making ends meet. I feel like I’ve regressed into the worst version of my shut-in child self. I work and I get what sleep I can and I have no relationships.

I really hope this is part of the process.

To me personally, it’s a difference in the function of a room versus photos. Photos were always intended to capture memories, whereas a room was meant to be used and lived in. The idea of keeping the room as it was, permanently, feels like stagnation to me. I worry once it stopped being a comforting space, I still couldn’t bring myself to do anything with it because it would reopen the wound, so I’d just ignore it and live around it, and the feeling of stagnation would grow heavier.

But also everyone grieves differently, and I’ve never lost a child, so I can only guess how I’d grieve based on how I’ve grieved other relationships. It’s possible no one in that family feels the way I described. That’s just my best answer for why it sounds creepy to a bunch of us.