after thoughts

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relationships

  • 4/1

    A table flip is when reality meets fantasy. It’s in reference to when a group of players – old school D&D – would sit around a table playing. Tensions run high and the physical table would be flipped – from top to bottom – with the legs standing up. Or, if it were a really… Read more

  • Brief thoughts on SNAP

    I don’t have any skin in this game right now. I’m not on SNAP and don’t know anyone who really is. I support the changes – the reduction or inability to buy processed foods. While this is uneven in the states, facing powerful lobbyists and brainwashed consumers, it’s a nod in the right direction. Although… Read more

  • 3/18

    I attribute a lot of my values, personal views, and behaviors to my parents – especially my dad. Or, rather, to the perception I have of my dad. Rather it be said or unsaid, a child will imprint what it seems as it grows. It’s how boundaries are created and can help a child feel… Read more

  • 3/7

    I guess I’m okay. I’ve encountered some situations lately that would, in the past, have sent anxiety and panic. These are situations that would have just left me screaming in the truck or the shower. I’ve managed them somewhat gracefully through just really not giving a f*ck. I’ve learned that I have been considered legally… Read more

  • 2/7

    Thought-examining post. I’ve noticed something.If I feel forced to do something, or if there’s an activity, situation, or person I’m uneasy about, I don’t want to do it. I don’t want to meet the person. I don’t want to leave the area. I don’t want to alter my routine. I will feel anxiety and depression,… Read more

  • 1/29

    A lot of my life and past is structured around trash. Okay. Here me out. This post is probably going to be disjointed. But keep the idea of ‘trash’ – as in reuse – items primarily – in mind. When I was small, it was beaten into my head that a person’s home is a… Read more

  • 1/27

    I’m kind of in a grumpy mood. It’s cold, and according to the crystal ball of the meteorologists, it’s going to get colder. The oxygen casket sessions have been interrupted. I’m itchy scratchy as heck. The wounds on the back burn. It’s highly uncomfortable. Jason, who was kinda romantic and sweet, turned sour yesterday –… Read more

  • 1/18

    Here I go again, I guess. After a week of fearing that I wouldn’t have a paycheck, a class was granted. I had 24 hours to accept the job and ready the course. Of course, I could do so because I’m a bit on the obsessive side of things like that. Actually, it’s fairly unhealthy… Read more

  • 12/11 Subjective Pricing – Instacart

    I’ve heard of predictive policing. That’s where an AI and/or algorithm gathers data from an area, splits it into sections, and identifies what type of crime tends to be committed in what areas on what days. The type of law enforcement, whether it be motorcycle, walking, or cars, is dispatched accordingly to keep crime in… Read more

  • 12/8

    Well, I had my second session with the oxygen casket. I know it’s not a casket. It’s more of a plexiglass tube on a fairly uncomfortable gurney for about two hours. The Wound Care got new caskets, and I was the guinea pig. It looked just like the old one, although the cover was different.… Read more