Posts tagged THE LIFE
Posts tagged THE LIFE
5. A habit you find disgusting.
Hmmm… since it has to be an unpopular opinion, I’d have to say people talking on their cell phones in the bathroom. I hate that. Sure, I’ve done it before.
But I still hate that.
Also, don’t talk to me, stranger with a southern-belle-twang who wants to strike up a convo about the weather and her kids and last Christmas from the next stall while I’m in the midst of going.
Don’t do that.
17. The household chore that makes you want to shoot your own face off.
Oh god oh god if the toilet gets stopped up, I just NOPE everywhere. I cannot…. if someone wanted to torture answers out of me, forcing me to plunge a toilet would probably end in my confession to anything.
If my husband is the one who stopped it up, no biggie because he takes care of it then. But if it was me I JUST CLAM THE FUCK UP AND STARE AT THE TOILET BOWL LIKE “THIS ISN’T HAPPENING” because I’m so afraid to tell him, and not because it’s embarrassing (everybody poops, guys, but some of us are OCD and use like a gallon of toilet paper by accident plus some flushable baby wipes because hygiene obsessed)… but because unstopping a toilet is like… the only thing I truly hate and dread as far as housework goes. I think it’s because when I was a young kid, I DID get embarrassed about stopping up the toilet, and I tried to plunge it myself before anyone found out, and I somehow caused the toilet to overflow and it WENT EVERYWHERE oh my poor father having to clean that up and I just…
What if I don’t do it right and make it worse?
What if I flood the house?
What if something terrifyingly unhygienic happens and E. coli goes everywhere?
But if I tell him, he’ll think I’m asking him to do it and that’s so weeeaakk.
I’m gonna hyperventilate.
UNCLOGGING TOILETS OH MY GOD WE MUST BE SOULMATES IN THIS. the last time it happened to me I had to go sit down in another room and I cried and if I was a smoker I would need to go through like a hundred cigarettes
it’s so good to know I am not the only one to go NOPE in dread (and then write about the experience on tumblr, yay for TMI!)
but also, the plus side is, when I managed to unclog the thing, I was like hell yeah bring it on I am unstoppable NOTHING CAN HURT ME NOW. +9000 exp points
This is my next-door neighbor, Willie Thornhill. Today, we celebrated his 87th birthday.
WHAT. is it ok for me to say he is really beautiful 8|
it was exciting and a little scary because I thought for a while that maybe it’s a symptom of some kind of pernicious disease, then I googled it and it’s probably ok and now I am kind of sad that I plucked it out because it did look somehow pretty the way it glimmered contrastingly under light
Has it ever occurred to you how patently unfair it is that men can enjoy a day at the beach shirtless while women on the same beach have to keep their breasts c
"A nation that ostensibly prides itself on equality for all should not have transparently gender-based laws that discriminate against women. As long as cultural norms backed by laws exist that require women to keep their breasts covered at all times when in public, female breasts will continue to be overly eroticized in our society. That contributes to women being objectified, marginalized and victimized by violence against women."
The Tiananmen Square Tank Man photograph is one of the most moving images I have ever encountered, and it continues to stump me to awe-filled silence every time I see it. My heart drops and gets kind of giddy at the same time and I exult in the humanity’s potential for greatness - the great act of peaceful resistance of a single person capable of stopping the tanks and moving the hearts of millions of people, hopefully to inspire them to take up the struggle themselves, to remind them that even a single mindful person can turn the current, and that humanity is made up of individuals, capable of transforming the world and society from the bottom up.
I have no self control whatsoever
Being told to paint like Turner is one of the lesser helpful instructions I’ve received over the course of my life.