you've already seen all the advice about not texting or contacting an ex.
the same applies to a former best friend. that ship has sailed, platonic or not. preserve your peace.

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you've already seen all the advice about not texting or contacting an ex.
the same applies to a former best friend. that ship has sailed, platonic or not. preserve your peace.
If you don’t like the direction a fic is going or you don’t like the characterisation of a character someone is writing or the scenarios aren’t for you I need you to know that the normal thing to do is to simply not read it.
It’s not yell at them in the comments.
It’s not sending them nasty anons.
It’s not to put their stuff on blast.
It’s to not read it and move on with your life.
Anything else is very much not normal and I will fist fight you on the street if I catch you doing it.
i'm really tired of colourism. i'm just. so tired of it. had to listen to my uncle say the thing that made them decide on the groom was how fair-skinned he was. not his job, not his personality, no, the fucking clincher was that he had fair skin. another relative, when asked about his daughter and marriage and all that, the first thing that came out of his mouth was that she was really fair, so y'know, have to make sure that the groom is also just as fair. cannot go one fucking day in this country without being reminded that your flaws don't matter as long as your skin is fair and i'm tired
i was on whisper and talked to a bunch of guys claiming they were "doms" and literally these motherfuckers had no clue what aftercare was i'm very upset and concerned
i honestly don’t know if I want to call the woman that birthed me my mother.
a few hours ago, i told that same woman that I declined an job offer at kfc with the reasoning of “I’m afraid to work. I don’t think I’m mentally ready for it.” Me being her daughter, you would think she’d understand that, right?
No, she didn’t understand anything. Even after I explained it. Instead, she asks me “do you want attention or something?” and goes into a huge tantrum as if she was a kid. She then tells me not to talk to her unless I have “good news” and you know what I did?
I cried. A lot. To hear my own mother ask me that. For my own mom to disregard my mental health really hurts me. Like...I’m your daughter! Your ONLY child. Show some sympathy!
Sometimes you get thrown off track…
A previous coworker stopped by my nurse’s station to tell me he is quitting our hospital’s surgery department to become a traveling BSN. I am ecstatic for him, but we had a bit of the conversation that lowered my mood, because it kind of lowered my level of confidence in myself. I mentioned I am going back to school. He asked me what for, and I said “the dietitian transfer degree. I figure some of the credits from my BA will still count. I just have to take a lot of science classes.”
He kind of chuckled and said “at our age, we don’t retain knowledge and information as well, just to warn you. I forget stuff all the time.”
I’m about a good ten years younger than he is, or maybe even 15, but. BUT.
That’s not what you tell someone if you want to be encouraging. I already doubt myself a lot. All the time. Yes, I forget shit. Who doesn’t? But when I worked in the very same surgery department, I got treated like I was unteachable. Stressful job, hostile department, and a breeding ground for anxiety and depression. I’m a secretary at the moment. I handle phones and call lights for my whole unit. I make sure orders for things like blood glucose checks and patient weights are entered properly. I communicate procedure times to staff and update door signage for patient rooms, including whether they are a fall risk. Is it a fancy job? No. Can you be a dumbass and still do it? No.
The point I am trying to make is, don’t tell someone who is trying to learn something new “hey you might forget shit, don’t be surprised if it’s hard.” PLEASE, DON’T.
I’m a creative person. Not super logical or scientific. But I survived my biology and medical terminology classes these past two semesters. Chemistry is a lot harder, but I’m getting some of it. I’m remembering bits and pieces from high school 30 years ago. I had to drop my online statistics class a year and a half ago because online isn’t the right format for me to learn anything that complex. I gave up my initial goal to pursue nursing back in 2018, because I was splitting up with Hugo and I wasn’t going to be able to afford dropping down to part-time to really pound away at the prerequisites or get a CNA license. I took a break from school and picked it back up again after I moved out. Sometimes, when I tell people “I am back in school,” they give me skeptic looks. But, every once in a while, some of them light up and ask me “what are you studying? Which program are you thinking about?”
I don’t expect to be patted on the head and to have the grownups in my life hang my crayon scribbles on the fridge with alphabet magnets every time I enroll in a new course, but I just hate it when someone says something that really lets the wind out of my sails.