So then get into robotic surgery. It takes all of the shakes out.
If that is the only reason you gave up then I’d say you fucked up.
So then get into robotic surgery. It takes all of the shakes out.
If that is the only reason you gave up then I’d say you fucked up.
The price is wrong, bitch
I hope that realization changes your perspective enough to reconsider how you go about enjoying your hobbies.
As far as I am concerned you’re lucky and because you have yet to experience the injury that changes your life.
It’s not a matter of if, but when, and how. If you keep doing it for long enough you’ll live to experience it and the regrets that come along with it.
With that said I’ve met a lot of people that have a death wish and will continue doing reckless things until it kills them.
And people wonder why I don’t do dangerous shit.
Personally I prefer not having life long medical problems.
Neither because furniture isn’t “sexy”.
Stop caring. Seriously.
These people aren’t your friends. You just need to get along well enough to do your jobs without hating each other.
If they are so miserable that they can’t engage in simple social queues then it’s their problem. If they want to be friendly then be friendly. Otherwise fuck em. Move on.
If it were me I would stop greeting people. Stick to myself. Concentrate on what is important which is putting food on the table. Be cool with the people that are actually cool and leave the rest to be miserable.
Ngl that’s a nice sleeping bag
Just because you’re high doesn’t mean you can fuck it up for the rest of us