The part which makes the crocodile angry?
The part which makes the crocodile angry?
Wow that case you mention is fucked.
I can’t imagine life after blowing my face off, on top of whatever made things bad enough to go that far.
You can also buy wolf piss but everyone loses their mind when a girl with pink hair sells her farts :(
It’s tangential, but I often struggle to start things unless I can do it perfectly.
I have to remind myself “done is better than perfect”.
Protip: in your car, adjust your rear view mirror, so its angled higher than your resting position. This way you’re reminded to straighten your back and sit upright. Furthermore, the back of your head should touch the headrest.
(From previous replies to this advice, some of you have shit car-seats and/or head rests, so modify this advice to suit you.)
Protip 2: an amazing exercise to practice: stand with your back against a wall, with your feet one foot away from the wall. Try to press the lowest point of your skull against the wall, as high as you can (your chin should feel like it’s tucked slightly).
Then, raise your arms flat against the wall, like the picture below. You’ll need to move your arms around slightly, but you’ll eventually feel the perfect spot where your spine begins to straighten out.
Hold this position for a minute. Do this multiple times a day and your posture will improve drastically.
They’re called billionaires.
Maintain eye contact.
Shit makes me so uncomfortable. Look at me all you want, that’s fine. I’m going to look at that plant.
If you want to look at that plant, I’ll look at you, but you can’t have both.
Unless we both look at the plant. That’s fine too.
You’re not alone in not living up to your principles, virtually nobody can.
I once tried to vet all the products I was buying to make sure I wasn’t contributing to slave labour, or deforestation, or animal exploitation, and it was exhausting.
It was good to identify brands which were absolute villains, and I still avoid them like the plague, but the amount of willpower it takes to travel to multiple stores and pick only the lesser of evils is something I’m not capable of right now.
I make gradual improvements, which is sustainable.
I am dead-set on repairing what I can, and hate spending money on new things.
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My mother does wildlife rescues, birds are mostly, then goes home and cooks a roast chicken.
She knows it’s hypocritical. Cognitive dissonance is weird.
Also, it’s not so alienating. I attend dinners with my family, and I’ll eat roast vegies, and bring a side-dish for myself. Over time a few of my friends became vegan (I didn’t convince them to) and it’s exciting to share recipes.
If nothing else, reduce your meat intake over time.
As with most changes people make, the more drastic, the more unlikely it is to stick.
When I became vegan I was a slut for KFC burgers, and I “failed” a few times, but I just kept reminding myself it’s not good for anyone, and mustered up the will power to drive past, and eat at home instead.
Based on its position, you can tell she’s bending over.
I knew a girl, whose mother sold off her house because a mystic/fortune teller/crystal fellator/astrologist told her to.
Now, whether she just inferred this on her own, or the scam artist explicitly suggested it, the outcome was the same.
Making real life decisions based off a set of tarot cards is not wise.
That’s why I always:
1000 inhabitants with only one male.
Anyone else get the urge to pull the hat down?
You spell stoopid with three O"s. Maybe your the stoopid,
You’re literally too stupid to argue with, I’m not wasting my time even reading this shit.
Sure, and I’m not claiming otherwise.
We’re arguing about semantics, of course I’m going to argue about the textbook definition.
I’m not denying tradition has often had a deeper meaning behind it which has resulted in good outcomes.
All I’ve been saying this entire time is that as far as REASONS go, tradition IS the least valid.
If you choose to conflate “good reason” with “good outcome”, go argue with a dictionary.
It’s why I’m afraid of heights. My brain freaks me out sometimes. I’m by no means suicidal but when I see off a high place I wonder what it would be like to fall. I almost feel compelled by the rush of it.