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Day. Humans.


The plumbers loaded their stuff into my new semi trailer storage thingie. There was a whiff of stale. His helper said he couldn't do it. The smell reminded him of how he got here, stuffed in one of those things with 70 of his closest strangers. Smells make for powerful memories.


The nice resident in 201 told me she moved here to be near her only son and his two kids. Sonny spanked one of his kids. She took him to task for it, reminding him that she had never spanked him, not once. She hasn't been allowed to speak to any of them since last October 3.


My landlady for the week keeps wanting to know if I need anything. Treated a bit more like a sensible adult would be nice. At least I'm not answering, "fuck you."


I may be over people for the day . . . .
 
likes2watchU said:
I know, I know, I know... 🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🤣

Wonderer67: Now that fuckin song is stuck in my head….

Hahahahahaha...... at least it isnt " this is The Song That Never Ends it goes on and on my friends"

The Song That Doesn't End / G boz

and AGAIN on Sept. 6, 2024
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I love how you illustrated the Mandela effect! The word "never" never was in the original lyric yet so many of us remember it that way. I was last week years old when I learned this. I even dug out my old cassette just to verify. 🤯🤯🤯
 
Wat_Tyler said:
Day. Humans.


The plumbers loaded their stuff into my new semi trailer storage thingie. There was a whiff of stale. His helper said he couldn't do it. The smell reminded him of how he got here, stuffed in one of those things with 70 of his closest strangers. Smells make for powerful memories.


The nice resident in 201 told me she moved here to be near her only son and his two kids. Sonny spanked one of his kids. She took him to task for it, reminding him that she had never spanked him, not once. She hasn't been allowed to speak to any of them since last October 3.


My landlady for the week keeps wanting to know if I need anything. Treated a bit more like a sensible adult would be nice. At least I'm not answering, "fuck you."


I may be over people for the day . . . .
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Wat_Tyler said:
Day. Humans.


The plumbers loaded their stuff into my new semi trailer storage thingie. There was a whiff of stale. His helper said he couldn't do it. The smell reminded him of how he got here, stuffed in one of those things with 70 of his closest strangers. Smells make for powerful memories.


The nice resident in 201 told me she moved here to be near her only son and his two kids. Sonny spanked one of his kids. She took him to task for it, reminding him that she had never spanked him, not once. She hasn't been allowed to speak to any of them since last October 3.


My landlady for the week keeps wanting to know if I need anything. Treated a bit more like a sensible adult would be nice. At least I'm not answering, "fuck you."


I may be over people for the day . . . .
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Sounds like quite a day.

And people-y, people. Not necessarily bad. But people-y. Or people dealing with people-y people.

I know what I am trying to say. I just can’t articulate it.

Get some rest, brother.
 
Wat_Tyler said:
Day. Humans.


The plumbers loaded their stuff into my new semi trailer storage thingie. There was a whiff of stale. His helper said he couldn't do it. The smell reminded him of how he got here, stuffed in one of those things with 70 of his closest strangers. Smells make for powerful memories.


The nice resident in 201 told me she moved here to be near her only son and his two kids. Sonny spanked one of his kids. She took him to task for it, reminding him that she had never spanked him, not once. She hasn't been allowed to speak to any of them since last October 3.


My landlady for the week keeps wanting to know if I need anything. Treated a bit more like a sensible adult would be nice. At least I'm not answering, "fuck you."


I may be over people for the day . . . .
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To be clear, I'm not hearting the atrocities of man.

I'm hearting your acknowledgement of any small semblance of compassion and empathy. I hearting my resonance with your sentiment.

People suck Wat. I'm the first one to grumble it in public. Thankfully we have a choice every day how we respond. You're among friends here.
 
dkak001 said:
We're trying to instill some of that type of perspective into our children. It's a hard thing to teach when you don't live like that.
We're not poor, so they've never gone hungry and always had a warm comfortable place to sleep. We tried to make them earn for themselves, encouraged them to work, taught what savings are for. Even when we've had 'tough times' there has always been plenty. My fear is those lessons won't instill the same perspective my grandparents had.
It appears they understand the value of an education and are taking that seriously. So, I think some of it sticking.
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That sounds like good healthy parenting, if ya ask me.
 
Wat_Tyler said:
I may be over people for the day
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I hear that!
Qky75 said:
I love how you illustrated the Mandela effect! The word "never" never was in the original lyric yet so many of us remember it that way. I was last week years old when I learned this. I even dug out my old cassette just to verify. 🤯🤯🤯
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I was somewhat familiar with Shari Lewis and Lamb Chop. Not a fan per se but familiar.
Had never heard the song before - and could have lived quite Happily Ever After without ever hearing that song. :LOL:
So the Mandela Effect was pure happenstance, my friend. But happy to help clarify.
Wonderer67 said:
And people-y, people. Not necessarily bad. But people-y. Or people dealing with people-y people.

I know what I am trying to say. I just can’t articulate it.
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I followed that just fine
Down with people-y people!
Qky75 said:
To be clear, I'm not hearting the atrocities of man.

I'm hearting your acknowledgement of any small semblance of compassion and empathy. I hearting my resonance with your sentiment.

People suck Wat. I'm the first one to grumble it in public. Thankfully we have a choice every day how we respond. You're among friends here.
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Very eloquent.
And relevant - I've had discussions recently with at least 2 people (maybe 3?) about choosing how to respond.
While not always an easy choice, it can be an empowering one and one that helps pave the road to (internal) happiness IMO.
 
Wat_Tyler said:
Day. Humans.


The plumbers loaded their stuff into my new semi trailer storage thingie. There was a whiff of stale. His helper said he couldn't do it. The smell reminded him of how he got here, stuffed in one of those things with 70 of his closest strangers. Smells make for powerful memories.


The nice resident in 201 told me she moved here to be near her only son and his two kids. Sonny spanked one of his kids. She took him to task for it, reminding him that she had never spanked him, not once. She hasn't been allowed to speak to any of them since last October 3.


My landlady for the week keeps wanting to know if I need anything. Treated a bit more like a sensible adult would be nice. At least I'm not answering, "fuck you."


I may be over people for the day . . . .
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People have been people-y here too.....

Dogs cats and horses are better
 
likes2watchU said:
Very eloquent.
And relevant - I've had discussions recently with at least 2 people (maybe 3?) about choosing how to respond.
While not always an easy choice, it can be an empowering one and one that helps pave the road to (internal) happiness IMO.
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It's a strange but honest place I find myself in these days. My tolerance of the foolish and the entitled grates thin. I loathe small talk and pleasantry as I find it challenging to talk at all. But broken people: physically, mentally, and emotionally damaged, outcasts....these people I have all the time in the world for. The reality is we don't get to choose who we encounter and then the challenge begins. Do I match energy or choose a different response. Note, I don't pretend to be always successful lol
 
Mittering said:
My dad did the cornbread and milk thing too, as dessert.

When I say say he grew up poor, I mean 6th grade education. His mom died before he was 3. His father used a mule to pull felled trees from the hallows to take to the mill via wagon. On the way home from the mill, they would hunt for dinner. Squirrel and quail with an occasional rabbit. Couldn't afford the time it took to walk to a lake to fish.

My mom scooped him up after he returned from Korea and discovered his girlfriend had dropped him for someone that made it home before he did. He was heartbroken. He had just gotten a letter from her before he started his transport back to the states too.

His dad died shortly after they were married having sold everything to afford the hooch that killed him. Dad never had two pennies to rub together until he didn't anyone to support but his wife and kids.

Smart though. Had to be. He was a success, but that's another story.

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Your dad sounds like an awesome man! 🥰🥰
 
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