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On the plane and the two people behind me are talking about their chronic back pain and comparing the strength of their pain meds. Complete strangers. This is how people know what to ask for in the ER "Let me guess. Only 5/325? You should ask for oxycodone"
"Listen, you're either going to go back and it's going to work out. Or it's not. It's very likely it won't. Prepare yourself for that. And move on if that's the case. There is nothing worse than holding on to a guy who doesn't give two shits about you."
Carol Rosin on Stranger Advice - February 15th, 2012 - Space Security and Development Treaty (by AmericanFreedomRadio)
Forgot about my random creepy story from work.
So this older guy comes in, I'm busy straightening things up, getting ready to vaccuum.
I greet him, he asks me what's wrong, I guess he was implying the look on my face.
I tell him, I'm fine, that I was just tired.
For some reason, he couldn't understand why a 'young person' like me would be tired.
(I hate when people assume that. Yeah, I'm only 21, but I bust my ass at work 40 hours a week, on my feet for every shift, I believe I've earned the right to be tired. But anyway, moving along...)
I politely explained to him that pregnancy has taken a lot out of me, which was why I was feeling tired.
He then proceeds to spout out how I need to be more active, then I wouldn't be so tired...blah blah blah. I got very irritated. I work five days a week. I come home and put my feet up cause they swell. Yes, I'm only 5 months along, but with everything getting bigger and whatnot, by the end of my workday, I'm fucking tired and my back kills me.
Work is enough activity for me most of the time. Hell, I'm lucky I make it through that sometimes, between the headaches and backaches I get.
As if the activity remark didn't piss me off enough....he then proceeds to tell me I need to have tons of sex unless I want a c section.
I couldn't speak my mind, because I was still on the clock....but I wants to tell him to fuck off and get the fuck out so badly.
My sex life, and what I do with it is not a stranger's business. Nor do I want to get pregnancy advice from some random old creepy guy.
I mean, come on, YOU ARE A MAN.
Unless you've actually carried a child in your uterus (which you DO NOT have) do not try to get me to listen to your advice. Unless your sentntence is similar to: "When my wife/daughter/etc was pregnant, _____ helped her out a lot." Other than that, go the fuck away and take your 'advice' with you.