I’ll admit mine first: I was well into my twenties before I realized you’re supposed to clean the dryer lint trap before every load, not just once a season.

What’s a simple everyday thing you were way too old when you finally learned to do it right?

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Even though I'm 52, I am still learning new things. For example, using witch hazel on my armpits kills all germs and eliminates smell. What have you learned that you think would help others? It may seem like common knowledge to you, but I can guarantee lots of others don't know.

What leads someone to say they are queer instead of saying there’re gay or a lesbian, etc?

I went to ihop the other day. Haven't been out to ihop in quite some time. For context i used to work at Dennys 25 years ago. We had the etiquette when giving the check. It was covered and you passed it to the man or put it in the middle of the table as to not embarrass whoever was to pay. Also, while giving drinks even if just 1 you brought it on a tray. Never grab the glass from the top where lips touch.

Back to ihop. The waitress held my glass by the top and slammed it on the table at the edge away from me. When the check came she brought a computer gadget and openly voiced the total of our check at our table for all to hear. We paid her at the table directly. I was shocked and I asked her if this was normal. She said yes. I gave her a few thoughts to consider because to me this was very rude and unprofessional not to say ihop is a high class place but it put a bad taste in my mouth.

Im 44. Am I just not with the times or what??? I dont like the way this world is turning. People are so disconnected and no hospitality or respect. Its disappearing quickly.

he only talks about how big and tall he is, how much he eats and how he cant fit in planes

This is his short synopsis of the human psyche (his words) I can't tell if I think he's onto something or he's lost the plot, im too dumb to understand what hes trying to say anyways.

His passage:

To escape everything is not freedom, it is surrender to weakness, it is surrender the empty whims of human desire. Feigning voices of what is real scream for man, yet it is man who must resist, true freedom is freedom from yourself.

A hopeless soul is governed by the information it is fed. Like a pig a human mind will consume whatever it is given, praise will manifest confidence, and upon insult it will derive insecurity. Is there truly such thing as a dream? or is there a whim borne of emotion, carved by a path set for you by the words of another. What is curious is that words can hold power despite their wielder. When a man of high status, revered by all, is given praise for his work (even is the praise comes from one beneath him) it still conjures a response of pleasure. This praise need not come from someone beneath you, even when words of encouragement are offered from one unacquainted with your craft, take a baker to a scientist, paise can still in both manifest happiness. This is not an issue or problem with the human mind, and there is no problem with joy, the question I posit is that man is never free, so long as he cares about anyone else.

Why do you continue to work, is it for your own enjoyment, or for the acclaim it may bring if you succeed, or even for money alone. All of these quests are quests borne of slavery. You are a slave to money and a slave to praise. You may ask why I have included personal enjoyment in these quests of a slave, and further you may question why I have rambled a paragraph about words spoken from man to man. I posit that unless your work is an all encompassing drive for complete knowledge, physical or mental, it is not truly what you enjoy.

Man must have meaning, we see it in God. What is God but validation of our own self importance, we gaze up into an infinite universe and what do we ask? Our only question should ever be of how we can enjoy this, enjoy the impossibly rare and unfathomably beautiful gift that is life. But instead we don’t ask this, we ask for a reason, as though one is owed, what selfish scum places their own inconsequential life as central to the universe. Man. I do not mean to suggest that a nihilist approach should be taken, but I do want to reenforce that there doesn’t have to be meaning. Ask yourself, why must there be a reason, why can there just be. How does this lead into personal joy being slavery? Ask yourself another question: why do I enjoy this. Let it be science, English, philosophy, maths, every human has a dream. What you must further question is how in an infinite universe, our curiosity can be so limited. This is where the slavery begins to evolve, no human has one dream, we are all born as God, God is not an eternal validator. God is you. God is unlimited human curiosity. The idea of one dream is not created from a love of a subject, it is created from reenforced praise, praise that shaped your own perception of what it is that you enjoy, what you are good at. You are only free, when you decide to become God.

Ok c’est vraiment ultra gênant à raconter mdr mais j’ai 22 ans et je sais vraiment pas comment gérer ça.
J’ai couché avec un mec à une soirée récemment. C’était juste un truc de soirée, on avait bu, rien de sérieux et franchement après j’y pensais pas spécialement.
Sauf que j’ai appris qu’après, quand il était bourré avec ses potes, il a raconté à plusieurs mecs que c’était horrible de coucher avec moi parce que, je cite (désolée 😭), je « pue de la ch*tte ».
Évidemment il me l’a jamais dit à moi. Je l’ai appris par quelqu’un d’autre.
Et maintenant je suis MAIS tellement gênée parce qu’on a pas mal de gens en commun et apparemment plusieurs mecs sont au courant. Donc dès que j’en croise un je me dis juste « super, lui aussi il doit penser que j’ai une ch*tte qui pue » 💀
Et le pire c’est que j’ai toujours été un peu complexée par mon odeur à cet endroit-là parce que je sais que c’est assez … compliqué on va dire. (Avant que certains demandent oui j’ai fais tous les tests, j’ai eu plusieurs gyneco et je sais à quoi c’est du mais on ne peut rien faire contre, ni avec l’alimentation ni avec autre chose).
Je sais vraiment pas comment gérer le côté social maintenant.
Est-ce que je fais juste comme si j’avais jamais entendu parler de rien ? Est-ce que je vais lui parler ? Et si jamais quelqu’un m’en parle, est-ce que je nie ? Parce que j’ai aussi l’impression que si je commence à me défendre en mode « mais pas du tout je pue pas », c’est encore pire 😭 genre ça montre que la rumeur m’est revenue aux oreilles et ça risque juste de faire encore plus parler.
Et surtout question pour les mecs : si un de vos potes vous racontait ça sur une fille que vous connaissez un peu, est-ce que vous vous en souviendriez vraiment ? Est-ce que ça changerait votre façon de la voir / votre envie de coucher avec elle ? Ou en réalité tout le monde s’en fout probablement beaucoup plus que ce que j’imagine ?
Parce que là j’avoue que chaque fois que je croise un de ses potes j’ai juste envie de disparaître 😭

i've noticed that on days when i barely do anything, i actually feel more tired than when i'm busy. you'd think resting all day would give you more energy but instead i just feel lazy and unmotivated. Then when i finally have something to do, even the smallest task feels like a lot of work. anyone else experience this?