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Personal vent here. Ya know. I would never replace my friends. I love them dearly.

But sometimes I really wish they just. Didn't smoke. Like, maybe it's my own personal stuff with it (surely some of it is) but just. I'm not the kind who drinks or smokes anything. But sometimes I just get really tired about hearing about it. Cuz all my friends pretty much smoke. Whichever ones didn't, began smoking.

Like, I feel like it's weird to find someone in their 20s who doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, and isn't a religious nut (as they may not do the two only cause said religion).

And I'm not going to tell them to not talk about it. Because at the end of the day, it's my personal thing. Like they certainly try to make me comfortable. Turn on a fan to air out the room, hold off smoking till I leave, etc. But their efforts only work so well. Weed is strong. There's not much of anything you can do to get that smell of you, it's smoke.

And I'm certainly not going to go to their homes and tell them to just straight up nuke their place of the scent. That's pretty unreasonable. But it's like one of those things that because they do it, I can't even really bring my husband with me to hang outs. He is sensitive to the smell and he's also extremely worried about secondhand smoke because of his jobs random drug test. Rightly so. And listen. I'm not going to argue about how strong second hand smoke for weed is. He gets headaches from the scent, and I'm not risking half of our income on the off chance it doesn't or does show up.

But the thing about that is sometimes I feel like a burden. Because they'll talk about "oh how we're going to smoke" or get together JUST to do that. Like whether I like it or not, smoking or those sort of vices are social. More often than not. Like I could still technically go over and hang out. That's not an issue, but it feels like I'm sort of barred from it at the same time.

Cuz they're aware that I'm not into it and I'm aware that they want to be able to fully smoke as they want. But hearing them rave about it makes me feel left out, cause I know I can't go. They want to smoke and me being there stops them from that. I love them for it, but I wish this just wasn't a thing in the first place.

It's tiring. Like both me and husband struggle to find any people our age who just don't do that. I'm certainly not getting rid of my friends, but my circle is small.

At the end of the day, we're all adults and will do whatever we want. I think I'm just tired of how huge weed is that it's almost assumed you smoke it and to find someone who doesn't is odd.

I suppose I should be thankful they're not like huge stoners. I'll see posts like 'man, what do nonsmokers even do to get through life??' um. Literally anything?

I think my main thing is I feel alone in my own circle sometimes cause of one stupid thing but that's simply how it is. Just needed to vent a bit

#antiweed #anti smoking #I mean I wouldn't say fully anti but not sure how else I'd taag this #personal vent #I also had some terrible exp with ex friends who were definitely crazy stoners so safe to say I'm still a bit miffed sometimes #the friends I mentioned were not part of that issue in high school

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Can someone please translate this I feel like it’s important

redportrait

“look: i’m a sphinx”

ladyshinga

you’re right that was important

#cat #sphinx

heyhoneylook

Everyone please say hello to Sock!

She is very small!!

catseverywhere

This kitten would get its ass kicked by a mouse for sure

naprasno

corruptedromi

I hope I haven't posted these >o<

snoopy of the day

the purest form of serotonin is when a cat looks at u and u go like “what?” and it meows at u

arborealgargoyle

like, that is a very unspecific response I still have no idea what you want but I applaud how adorably you meowed all the same, well done

arborealgargoyle

This post led me to reminisce on the nature of cat’s meowing, and I have a funny story

I befriended a feral cat once who had spent her life in the forest without human interaction. I was worried about her because she had a paw damaged from an old injury and was emaciated but obviously nursing kittens that were hidden away somewhere. It took me weeks of putting out food and sitting across the yard every evening for her to trust me even a little and when she decided we were friends and she expected dinner every night she started coming to my door and trying to call for me in the evening, but she didn’t meow. Why would she? Cats only meow naturally as kittens when their vocal chords/ears aren’t fully developed, adult cats communicate with vocalizations that aren’t audible to humans. She probably tried making noises I couldn’t hear to call me but ended up sticking to the one I always responded to- a horrible yowling growl that she had made at me when we first encountered each other in the forest. Except once we were friends she would make this noise while purring and rubbing affectionately against a nearby tree or the porch railing (because she didn’t want to touch me yet). This understandably freaked my family members out but I was touched that she had taken the time to find a way to basically yell FUCK OFF in an affectionate way.

Fast forward to when she finally trusts me enough to bring her hidden kittens out of the forest to me, long story short I gained their trust and put them in this big pen, that I had previously used to keep chickens in, so they’d be safe and to keep her from having another litter. Except she was already secretly pregnant again! (Fix your pets, guys, they make SO many babies) and ended up having her new babies in this pen. I kept my distance, sitting on the outside once they were born until she seemed comfortable enough to let me come inside. The kittens were a bit wild, hissing viscously at me as soon as they opened their eyes, but they warmed up to me. There were four of them and soon they all wanted to be the center of attention during the twice daily play sessions. I’d be playing with one and another would meow insistently behind me and I’d immediately answer them and give them love, teaching them that humans could be friends that answer their needs- making them adoptable once they were weaned. Mama cat (Artie) would just watch me play with them, and I guess she was doing some thinking because one day when they were about a month old I was playing with them and one meowed behind me. I was confused because I hadn’t realized there was a kitten behind me and when I turned, there wasn’t. The only cat there was Artie looking at me really intensely. I turned back around to the kittens and I heard the meow again, I turned back to Artie and responded in the way I always did with the kittens “yes baby?” And she meowed again in an exact imitation of her kittens! After that she would.not.shut.up. It was like she had cracked some kind of code, meowing for attention and snacks and just to say hi. Her two older kittens, the ones she’d had in the forest, had never meowed at me either but started to once they saw how I responded to their mom. and I find it endlessly fascinating because before that it had never occurred to me that cats only meow at humans because they were taught by other cats to keep meowing past kittenhood because that’s the best way to get a human’s attention.

Imagine befriending some weird giant with the wrong number of legs that you met in the forest who seems nice enough but doesn’t seem to be able to hear you, until your friend explains that all they can understand is fuck off! And I’m a baby give me love!

#cats #text post