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  • I_Has_A_Hat@lemmy.worldtoUnpopular Opinion@lemmy.worldFireworks Suck
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    16 hours ago

    Most places will have loud thunderstorms at least a few times a year. They scare pets, trigger PTSD, and can cause a hell of a lot more damage than fireworks. We also only know about them a few days in advance, and have to deal with additional problems like rain and high winds. But we don’t get mad at the thunderstorms, and most of us aren’t filled with hatred and dread while we wait them out, they are just something that happens.

    So considering mother nature will out-do fireworks multiple times a year without any sort of schedule, I really don’t see the issue with people using fireworks to celebrate two times a year on dates and times that everyone should know well in advance.

    Do they have to happen? No, but enough people want them to happen that you should maybe just learn to put up with it. That’s part of living in a society.






  • So fucking desperate to believe the richest man in the world is secretly miserable, it’s pathetic. He cries crocodile tears in a scripted interview and you take that as a “win”.

    He is. The richest man. In the world. Get that through your head. He’s not miserable, he’s not regretting his choices. He won and is having the time of his life living consequence free. Tesla stock could drop to zero, he could lose Twitter, and you know what? He’d still be the richest man in the world. SpaceX alone guarantees that.

    But sure, you go ahead and pretend the man with more money than God, who can take his private jet to his private yacht and relax whenever he wants, is somehow really sad and depressed because one of his multi-billion dollar companies had their stock temporarily go down by a few percentage points. I’m sure that’s a great comfort to you as you struggle to pay rent.


  • I keep telling myself that I’m doing ok and everything is fine, but at least once a day I suddenly collapse and start quietly sobbing. It usually happens in the shower, but it can happen anytime I have a brief moment alone. Only lasts for about 1 to 5 minutes and then I’m back up doing whatever it was I was doing, but its happening more and more frequently, and it’s getting harder to pretend I’m not overwhelmed by everything.

    There is so much chaos and uncertainty. When I look at the state of the world, it feels like giving up and screaming incoherently into the void is somehow the most rational response; and that trying to keep going is the real insanity.






  • Mumble is a terrific VOIP program. It’s audio quality and reliability are WAY better than discord. But it does not nearly have enough features to be a good replacement. It’s missing features like being able to stream in-app, share videos, keep and pin messages in different channels, pinging system for people and groups… The list goes on. These are features that groups and communities have come to rely on.

    An analogy would be like comparing an incredibly good tent to a shitty house. While the tent is probably comfier to sleep in, eventually you’re going to want things like outlets, kitchen appliances, toilets, and showers which make the shitty house the better long-term choice.







  • Maybe recognize that your partner doesn’t ascribe as much meaning to arbitrary dates and that silently expecting them to do something is a toxic mentality. I hope you realize you’re not teaching them any sort of lesson, you are intentionally setting yourself up to be disappointed/upset at your partner for not following the rules of a game they didn’t know you were playing.

    Especially these days. Don’t you think it’s possible they have other things on their mind? I know I do. Between trying to figure out how to pay bills, figuring out how to save a little so we can retire some day, thinking about how stressful my job is, thinking about all the chores that need to be done, worrying about the health of myself and my family, worrying about car/home repairs, keeping insurance/registrations/enrollments/appointments/documents all up to date, and the endless struggle of what we’re having for dinner tonight; there’s just not a whole lot of mental space left for reading my partner’s mind and fulfilling their unspoken expectations.

    You say this has been happening for years. Ever think that it’s just not something that’s going to change? That you’re expecting a fish to climb a tree unprompted and then getting upset with the fish when it doesn’t?

    Grow the fuck up. Be a partner to your partner. How hard is it to say “Hey, I’d like to feel special on Valentine’s Day. It’s important to me.”?