Nope. The free luxury trip and making your son happy are tempting but being 3rd wheel to your cheating ex and the other man would ruin everything. You would likely be in a foul mood and your son would not enjoy being around you.

Sex Type Thing by Stone Temple Pilots. Great music, love STP, but it’s basically about raping someone.

I’ve enjoyed some of the absurd things out can come up with. Surreal videos and memes (every president as a bodybuilder wrestler). However it’s never been useful and the cost isn’t worth the benefit, to me.

Haha, yeah. Understandable. It’s more of a joke line, lol.

3d printing. !3dprinting@lemmy.world

homebrewing !homebrewing@sopuli.xyz

baking !bready@lemmy.world

drooling over big thighs !thiccmoe@ani.social

I think it’s a re-upload and the original is gone.

That I had all the energy needed to do things that make me happy. I have a lot of commitments that are more important but less fun than my hobbies. Every time I have to deal with those, it saps my energy for fun things.

Since my usual suspects are already mentioned, I’ll go a little more esoteric - ProZD’s “a villain who always does unintentionally helpful things” - https://youtu.be/GPUgjy-Pn-4

I like the world of warcraft version, too. https://youtu.be/LwqsUSqKzrw

Yep. Even if it’s larger, I’ll post in a smaller, non-ml. I don’t mind reading their stuff and them existing but with the seemingly random moderation shenanigans, I avoid it.

USA. Been working 20 years. Every job has been 8 to 5, unpaid 1h lunch, 2x15min paid breaks. :(

I do care. It makes them happy, I want them to be happy, so transitively, yes.

Rubidium.

I’m aware that I’m worthless

No, you’re not. You are in a bad place or in a bad time. Everyone has worth, but sometimes the people around you fail to recognize it or the place you’re in fails to feel right. It doesn’t stay that way, change is the only constant in life. Everyone has periods where things suck, even the best life. You’ll find a place and time and people who love you, even if depression lies to you.

My anxiety voice tells me all sorts of terrible lies about how I’m worthless, despite overwhelming evidence. Sometimes I believe it, and those days are bad. It takes some time, but I get past it. You will, too.

The core?! They might swallow it whole and it get stuck.

oh, that whole gallery is nice.

I need friends like you. I would have eaten so much I felt ill. Then helped clean. (I love cleaning, I know I’m weird.)

In reverse, I’d never throw a party like that because my anxiety is exactly afraid it’ll turn out like you said.

Nah, no offense taken, just clarification. You’re good.

You’re missing the point. I already do something like that. I’m very useful to those around me. I just wish people liked me whether I’m useful or not, and made it obvious. I feel like if I stopped being useful, then people would stop liking me.

Someone who occasionally makes me feel special. It’d be nice to feel special all the time, but I think that’s unrealistic. It’d be nice if I could feel special or important on a semi regular basis. Not just useful, like a wrench is useful, but treasured.

The older I get, the more I understand the “lone old man and his dog” stereotype. The dog thinks you’re great and everyone else just sees you like a machine that is disposable when they’re done with you.