

Crazy: Years ago I sent a girl from one of those “meet people here” subreddits like 10 photos of myself because she seemed interesting from her bio and promised me photos in return. In the photos I was doing stuff like hiking and exploring abandoned buildings, and there was a badass one of me posing triumphantly on a massive rock in front of a glacier lake. What did she do? Wrote me back a nasty message accusing me of being hideous or having a horrible disfigurement because none of the photos were close-up clear shots of my face and she couldn’t figure out how to zoom in on my face with her phone. I guess my hobbies and interests weren’t relevant, not to mention my face was totally visible if she’d zoomed in.
I sent those same pics to another girl a few months later and six years later we’re still together.

Red '89 Civic hatchback. It lacked power steering so I had to turn the wheel a hundred times to make it turn. It felt ancient to me and it was manual transmission. My dad wanted me to learn manual even though most cars are automatic in the US. No power steering absolutely sucked, but it turns out knowing how to drive manual can be pretty useful.