Yes

Not OP but I can visualize great, still have no sense of direction.

No. Not a tankie. It would be nice if autocorrect let me type tankie and not talkie. I had to cut and paste it I’m not proud.

They sell carpender bee traps at the local feed store. It always makes me sad to see them. Leave the carpender bees alone! They don’t need to be killed just because you think they are a pest.

When poeple went on political rants at work I would say “let’s play a game. It’s called Don’t Talk Politics at Work. I’ll go first!” Then I would shut up, turn around and keep on working. Just replace politics with whatever. It’s low key funny with a deadpan delivery so I’ve never had anyone get mad at me for it.

Me alone in the forest, lost and confused: huh I thought at least one of them would be here!!???

Do you have any friends or family that could leave reviews or contact the manager about her? I agree that customers complaints might have more weight. Maybe have a friend ask to speak to the manager when she pulls something visable. That way your hands are clean and management has no reason to single you out.

I mean I agree it sucks. I wish like hell I DIDN’T have to profile 50% of the population like this just to survive unscathed.

Am women, love hiking. Have encountered bears many times. I stay calm, keep my distance and appreciate them for the beautiful animals they are. (And yes, I’d pick bear, everytime.)

The key here, in case you missed it Mr. Red, is that I don’t know the intentions of the man. I’m rolling a dice on whether this hypothetical man is one of the good ones. The bear might kill me, it might not, but it’s not going to harass me once I get out of the forest. It’s not going to text me at all hours of the day and night asking for a chance because it got me out of the forest. The bear isn’t going to show up at places I’m at and attempt to talk to me. The bear isn’t going to contact everyone I know on social media trying to convice them they are a nice bear who just needs to go on a date with me. The bear won’t write me emails telling me I’m a bitch ass stuck up whore when I refuse them.

It’s not just the forest, Mr. Red, it’s after the forest. It’s the fallout. I’d rather get ripped apart than take a chance a get a Nice Guy. Once I am out of the woods, I never have to think about that bear again. If it’s a man I run the risk of always having to look over my shoulder, and depending on his level of crazy, maybe getting stalked for the rest of my life.

Right!? And this is the day and age where we have magic glasses that show you things only you can see! I’d be perfect. Plus I think a lot of us would like to blame lizard poeple instead of, y’know humanity.

I went to therapy for almost this exact reason. I will tell you what my therapist told me. Just because these terrible things are happening, doesn’t mean you can’t have meaning and joy in your life. It can be hard to feel grateful, it can be hard to feel happy, during such times, but it’s possible. I would suggest reaching out to a professional if you can afford it.

It can be, parts for RVs can be very expensive. I paid over 400$ for a new water heater for mine. And we were just living in one while we built our house, no engine maintenance required. Also god help you if the onboard AC breaks. Difficult and costly to fix.

You can be a totally happy weirdo in the future for sure. I’m autistic as well, diagnosed as an adult. It might take you longer to find something you don’t mind doing for work, or to form lasting friendships, but it’s totally possible.

Mr Peanut has seen atrocities. It’s canon now.

For context I am almost 40 year old women. Okay, so I like to watch gaming videos on youtube. Markipler, Let’s Game it Out, CallmeKevin, RT game, Dunkey, y’know moslty geared towards kids, young adult gaming content. I never do this unless I am home alone because I don’t think anyone would get why I’m watching an adult man play a wrestling game with his bright red, 20 foot tall wrestler named Johnny Hotbody.

Nope I have no idea how it started.

Welcome to Lemmy! Hope you like Star Trek, beans and jeans!

My uncle repaired airplanes for a living. I have never flown as an adult and I hopefully never will. Somethings I just can’t unlearn. When he first started things were great, but by the time he retired it was a shitshow of cutting corners on replacement parts and who knows what else.

Right!? I was sick for two weeks each time. I couldn’t have taken anymore time off. Deep down I knew I probably shouldn’t have been working during the worst of the fog but I needed the money.