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Cake day: June 12th, 2025

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  • Yeah, fuck those people. Pain hits everyone differently. I had my ribs tattooed and yeah, it hurt but not like bad-bad. I saw a guy that was getting his done and you’d have though they were gutting him alive. Full on screaming. I have zero doubt it was real for him. That’s when it dawned on me fully that while there are some common things that hurt, we all have a totally different relationship with pain.

    I did my shoulder skating a bowl. I went to the er then home. I can’t imagine getting back into a game afterward. You’re a seriously tough dude.




  • Zagam@piefed.socialtoAsk Lemmy@lemmy.worldAm I alone in this feeling?
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    I told my wife flat out to not talk to me about news or politics at all unless it was good news. It took a few weeks to get it to sink in, but she’s stopped. I do keep up in small doses so I’m not completely shut off, but I get headlines a couple of times a week, not dozens daily. Set a boundary and either she respects it or you tell her it’s time to move on.

    I got involved with my hyper-local community. Like 3 blocks around my house. I walk my goats almost everyday and make sure to chat to all my neighbors. I tell and share good news with them; recipes, gardening, weather, Halloween plans, whatever. If they start in with doom shit, I just gently redirect them. “Yeah, I saw that but dude, I found a place down the street that has the best cookies.” Again, it took a bit but they’ve started to get it. We don’t have to focus on the shit. We can be aware of it but it doesn’t have to be central to everything. One neighbor and I are going to start a block party movie night. I do dumb thing while walking too. Pick up trash, straighten other people’s yard signs, move trash/recycling cans back to the yard side when empty. Little shit that just makes other peoples lives a tiny bit better. That stuff is contagious too.

    Another thing that’s helped is my core friend group. We were already a bunch of nerds, but now we have like 3 rpg games going. Not all of them are regular, but it’s a way to tune out without shutting down. There is a spoken agreement that we keep real life shit out of our sessions and they’re just for unwinding and living a fantasy for a bit.





  • Depends on the boss. I had a guy I worked for and we’d hang out off work. We’d go to lunch, some days go on hikes during lunch, and went camping a couple of times. He was really laid back, didn’t care about my hours as long as I got my work done, and we built him a ramp in his backyard. More than once, he’d give me a bonus, send me to the pizza place for lunch, then tell me there was credit for me at the local tattoo shop. We still talk about every week or two. Good dude all around.

    My current boss is cool, fine to work for, doesn’t care about my hours as long as I get my work done, and we joke and play around. But I’d never hang out with him. Just too different a life style.

    Past boss, no way. I didn’t want him having my personal mobile phone number. You need to call me? You call me on the work cell. I come in, I do work. You tell me what you need done, you give me money. Not a bad guy, but that was just work.




  • I was selling a saw. Pretty good one, compound mitre, slider, 12" blade, and a really nice stand. I don’t remember what I wad asking, but it was fair. Let’s say $500 for the sake of the story. Dude gets in touch, asks a couple of questions, and says yeah, he’ll take it for that price. Day comes, he shows up and checks it out. I have it set up and we cut a couple of boards to show him it’s all square and good.

    He says cool, here’s $300.

    I say, yeah, uh, we said 5. I’m selling it for 5. Not 3.

    He looks at me deadpan and says this is all I brought.

    I say well, I’m selling it for 5.

    He looks at me and says I drove all the way from *city about an hour away on a good day with no traffic.

    I look back at him and say Huh. I bet you wish you hadn’t done that.

    He just kind of stands there looking at his shoes while I pack the saw back up and he sort of sulks off.


  • What’s old? I’m 53 and hate pretty much everything I see. I have a Grumpy Bear on my dashboard so we can bitch about other drivers. I’m in near constant pain from a back problem and can’t do very many fun things anymore. And every single day I make every interaction with everyone I come across as pleasnt and fun as I possibly can. I make eye contact and say please and thank you. I tease and joke with everyone I see. Just because I’m a curmudgeonly old fuck doesn’t mean I have to bum other people out. But maybe I’m not old yet.