
So knowing a disproportionate amount of women who are 5’-10" and over means I must live in the enlightened zone of the 99th percentile.
One of them Carpenter nerd types.
So knowing a disproportionate amount of women who are 5’-10" and over means I must live in the enlightened zone of the 99th percentile.
Same and same.
By going out and being social. For me the issue isn’t anything more than self doubt and overthinking dumb stuff that others don’t actually care about. Head empty, go places.
I absolutely can’t focus on one person if two are talking about roughly the same thing at the same time. The only way for me to take in any information is unfortunately to apologize to both of them and explain that while I’m glad they both know how to handle the situation I’m asking about, I can’t handle the information overload of both of them explaining it at the same time.
At which point I have to re-ask the same person I asked the first time to explain it.
There are always moments in someones life where they have to stop and look around them to see how things have been moving along and if they are moving in a direction which is acceptable. It’s in those moments that one might realize the life they’re living is a bit lopsided in terms of give and take. From there the extrapolation of if being off balance is acceptable to that person given the struggles of those around them is worth continuing down that path. And in the final push of Altruism, a realization that the world will never be balanced and as long as you have enough, then you should do whatever you can do make sure others are brought up to a level of enough to not cause undo suffering.
I am willing to admit that there are a small subsection of people who cannot be appropriately helped as they are unwilling (but completely able) to help themselves, and any efforts to aid them will only make them reliant on the assistance.
Last time I tried? Last year before new computer.
Next time l try? I dunno. It will happen again, not sure when.
Don’t need the whole body, just turn all my joints/cartilage/soft tissue back to 18 and I’ll just keep it moving (literally)
As those defending them… I guess people on social platforms like this one have not been unanimously against these vile beings they find themselves surrounded by.
Am I an asshole?
It’s a more common question than you’d think.
That makes a lot more sense. According to the original post in which I was responding:
“I’m talking about like, service workers and store employees who are miserable and take their anger out on completely innocent people.”
It was from that framework that I made my post. In those settings as an customer/bystander (which would be completely innocent people) it would be very strange to get bullying comments from many of them. Most wouldn’t/don’t care enough about people they literally don’t need to interact with to even bother putting the effort in to bully.
Office work/hierarchy bullying are super common and happen in almost any workplace I’ve ever seen. I wasn’t aware that was the topic. As for how to avoid being bullied in those types of situations… it’s a lot of work. Some of the common ways people handle it are to ignore, confront, joke, or play dumb. I personally mix it up.
But the single best way to deal with bullying is/has/will always be: group up. Bullies generally ‘punch down’, going for people who appear in some way weaker than they are. It falls apart very quickly when there are others around who are willing and able to support you.
It’s more of a bell curve situation. The goal is to look as unoffensive as possible. Anything that can set off the ‘life is unfair’ alarm in people who are already unhappy increases the chances of comments. That includes, looking nice, wearing expensive (or perceived expensive) anything, most well doe makeup usage, nonstandard nailwork (anything more than a simple color).
While this isn’t true for everyone, it is definitely true for those who are willing to toss out comments in the first place…
And I wonder more than that how often you are getting comments. Unless you’re on either extreme end of the bell curve, or in some other way sticking out way more than you should, it’s strange to me that anyone would deal with being bullied.
God help those haunted by the dubstep fanatics.
Rattling chains and haunting moans? Nah, nonstop basement wubs.
As much as I love lasagna, the noodles are the worst part of preparing the dish. They’re awkwardly large and heavy (for a noodle), and God help you if you overcook them even a bit as they will disintegrate under their own weight.
Step right up! Step right up! Grab a pitchfork and stab a Nazi!