I say weird shit and half the time I actually believe it.
I’m pretty good.
Worst case my family finds out I’ve been talking shit about them behind their back, but they’re all a bunch of fuckers except for my brother and even he’s kind of iffy.
Other than a couple of questionable porn likes I don’t really have anything I would be embarrassed to have publicly known about myself.
Amazon has become really bad.
Amazon is like that Stoner Uncle that says shit like, “just trust me bro, you need the DKAIRBGAUENBSHDBDJS 17-IN-ONE BACK MASSAGER TAX CALCULATOR LEFT SIDE ONLY LETTER OPENER CAT FOOD DISPENSER!”
And instead of providing said Uncle with powerful psychotropic medications and 24-7 supervision we made him into a multi-trillionaire.
We would just replace hate with something else.
“I love you so much that I’m stabbing you with this sword so that you are spiritually preserved at your current status for all of eternity”, something like that.
You do realize they’re going to ask you for a demonstration of your power before they’ll ever kowtow
Yeah that’s generally the face people make when I tell them about this but it’s only recently all locked together in my head in such a way where I can express it coherently.
I still rambled quite a bit but yeah basically my family’s fucked up
My mother is racist also, but she’s that like woke racist, the kind that believes that they’re not racist but then also assumes that any time they have to work with people of color that the people of color are “ganging up on her” when there is a disagreement, so much so that she quits several good profitable nursing jobs where she was the boss of people of color because of her own mental conception that her subordinates were against her.
Now that I think about it there is a chance that they were against her once they all realized that she was racist, idk.
The kind of person who say they don’t hate black people but won’t vote for a black president. She thinks that because she dated and married and a native American and gave birth to a native American child that exempts her from racism just like trashy white girls do when they date black guys and thinks that gives them the n-word card.
Okay. Sorry for rambling so much just apparently I had a lot on my plate and it’s a new year and it’s time to leave the past in the past so thank you for perusing my trauma dump.
I hope your next year is as much better than the last year as it possibly can be.
And always remember, no matter how fucked up your family is, when you become an adult you have the right to leave them in the past where they belong.
My uncle has no children of his own because the woman he married cheated on him multiple times and got pregnant with multiple other men’s children and he never divorced her he never walked away he just assumed and has lived his entire life accepting and expecting the women that he loves and care about to cheat on him with other men and to never give him a child.
My brother got away from the family by joining the military which gave him structure and joining the church which gave him support and encouragement and he married a pretty decent woman who unfortunately is not psychologically equipped to comprehend the machinations of a cabal of sociopathic women, so she has no idea why she doesn’t like my mother or my sister and why she cannot get along with them.
So yeah, I understand what it means to grow up in a crazy family. Not a cult, not a bunch of racist although my grandmother and grandfather were so racist that since my mother had the audacity to marry outside of her race and have me, a native American brown child, they reduced it to microaggressions like my grandfather never allowed me to enter into the main floor of his house. He told my mom it was because he was afraid I would steal from him but he let my older brother and younger sister who were blonde haired and blue-eyed white kids wander around freely.
He once relayed the story about how he got invited to a KKK meeting and he thought they were a bunch of swell guys and possibly misunderstood, and him being a child who was born on millionaires row in New York in the 1930s, I looked up his address from the census at that time and the house that he grew up and doesn’t exist anymore but the street that he grew up on the least expensive house available as of right now is 18 million dollars.
My mom has childhood memories of going to their house in New York and like the fucking Addams family having rooms where there were just filled with gold coins and jewelry and she would be allowed to take a piece home with her from time to time.
But, he was a greedy stingy bastard who wouldn’t work to save his life. Mom has fond memories of Christmases being things like them getting cans of vegetables out of the pantry because my grandmother and my grandfather forgot to buy them Christmas gifts but they of course bought themselves Christmas gifts like mink stoles and new cars and fun vacations that they took without the kids, leaving them to fend for themselves.
The men that they raised, myself included, were raised up around sociopathic women as the default, and so they are never given the coping skills they need to treat women like normal human beings.
It takes 20 years of being separated from the family and surrounded by kind and loving women to fix that fundamental flaw.
For instance, my grandmother was afraid that my cousin was gay.
Why she was afraid of that, I don’t know.
My aunt, his mother, was a diagnosed schizophrenic and crack addict lesbian, and I would not mention her sexuality if it weren’t for the fact that my aunt’s girlfriend / significant other hated men and used to physically assault him when he was a small child.
She would squish his testicles as punishments for anything she could possibly think of, so the fact there is a possibility that the constant childhood physical and sexual emotional assault by other women might have caused him to have issues with women so my grandmother, in order to address that when my cousin was 13, convinced one of her co-workers to sleep with my 13-year-old cousin while my grandmother watched.
She thought this was a good and healthy thing to expose him to.
She would rather personally observe a 13-year-old boy being forced to fuck a 40-year-old woman against his will than to have the possibility exist that he grow up to be a sexually well-adjusted gay man.
I guess, in her eyes, it was bad enough that we already had a brownie in the family, (me, a native American), throwing a gay into the mix was just way too much.
My sister, when we were little kids when she would get angry she would take her claws and grab my arm and rake them down my arm to leave massive bleeding welts. My grandmother took me a side one day and said, you are bigger than her, “why don’t you do something about that”, to which I responded, I do.
She did not understand so she asked me what it is that I am doing, to which I responded, “I cry”.
To her that was hilarious. That was a funny story to tell people. That was the ramblings of a mad child who just does not get it.
To me, when I hurt somebody else and I see them cry it hurts me. So me looking my sister dead in the eye and crying and showing her the pain that I am feeling should have been a punishment for her actions, but I did not understand that the women in my family do not feel the feelings of other people and so to her that meant nothing, to my grandmother that meant nothing. To my mother that meant nothing.
The only thing that that meant to any of them was the potential annoyance of having to listen to a child cry.
Yep. I grew up in a crazy family. I was going through it a week ago or so and it suddenly clicked in my head that on my mom’s side of the family all of the women in the family are sociopaths.
There’s some weird quirk about their genetics or upbringing that prevents them from being able to care about or empathize with the emotions of other people.
Just for a run-down, if you had ever met my grandmother she would have gleefully told you the hilarious story about how when she was 5 years old she attempted to kill her dad for not taking her into town and buying her ice cream. And I’m not saying like you know poison or something like she picked up a rifle and fired it at his head and only missed because her body was too small to control the recoil.
When he ran up and grabbed her and shook her and said do you know what they would have done to you if you would have killed me, she said “yes, they would have taken me into town and bought me ice cream because my dad had just died”.
Do you live in America or do you live in one of the places where they actually require you to be a skilled and competent driver before you can drive?
I have three vehicles right now.
My daily driver is a 2020 Chevy Malibu. It is spacious, fast, and comfortable, and it gets pretty good gas mileage. About 30 miles per gallon on the highway and about 22 in the city.
I have a pickup truck, which is a 2004 f150. It’s a good vehicle for hauling furniture or helping friends move or for the occasional camping trip. It’s four-wheel drive. It has rear seats, and honestly other than the fact that it’s a relatively slow vehicle and that it gets horrible fuel mileage at like 17 mpg combined, I enjoy having it.
Finally, I have a project / fun car, which is a yellow 1986 Jeep CJ7. Has the inline slant 6 4.2 258 motor, hardtop, and is constantly in need of repair, lol.
My hope is to have it finished up by summer and take it on a camping trip and go do a little off-roading, but for the most part it just sits in my driveway and looks beautiful.
My annual insurance runs about $2,800 for all three vehicles. If I got rid of two of them I could probably cut that down to 1200 or so.
I was always told that the thing to keep track of is 3 minutes 3 days 3 weeks.
3 minutes without air, 3 days without water, 3 weeks without food.
Make sure to check your sun rose first as well.
I live in a geodesic dome and so it is not a good match for solar but even if it was I only average like four and a half hours of sunlight a day because of tree coverage on my neighbor’s properties.
Hey cousin! Crazy apocalypse, right?
You could probably get a couple of Life straws for that Creek and buy yourself several weeks of drinkable water.
If you have a water heater you have a supply of drinkable water in the 40-80 gallon range, not counting what is in your pipes
I have a wood burning stove with peltier device powered fans to distribute the heat.
It gets hot enough to boil water so I can cook on it.
And I have about 4 days worth of continuous fire firewood.
So assuming that I couldn’t just hop in the car and drive somewhere else I guess I would be okay for about 4 days.
For me it’s not so much that the price increased. It’s that what you get for the money vanished.
I’d pay $40 a month to have a modern version of the Netflix that existed back in 2013.
Now if you want to have that you’ve got to have netflix, hulu, HBO Max, Showtime, peacock, and 15 other services and spend $35,400 a month for all of them and it’s just not worth the money, time, and hassle.