It was false then but my seventh and eighth grade science teacher told us that blood was blue. My mom was a nurse so I knew that it was bullshit but was definitely confused because he was my science teacher.
Not so much as a child, but as a teenager. Once I could drive I didn’t quite have the same level of supervision and was really really able to have a lot more freedom. I’m pretty cautious person in general, but had a friend that was definitely not and was obsessed with college parties in high school.
We lived about an hour and a half from a college town so every now and then my friend wanted to drive up there and check out the parties. To be honest, there really weren’t a lot of parties going on. However, she did remember the house that had a party that she had gone to previously, so we would just show up at this house every now and then and hang out with the guys that lived there (party or no party).
Here we are 16 or 17-year-old girls showing up to these random college guys’ house. Thankfully, nothing ever happened, but it certainly would’ve been easy for something to happen.
I have a complicated relationship with my dad, but that has more to do with our personalities clashing and his wife not really being a fan of mine. If I needed something from him like I had an emergency or was hurt, in prison, etc., he would be there for me.
My mom and I have a really good relationship. We’re very close and have been since I was a kid. I could tell her anything and come to her with any problems and she would try to be there for me.
My parents were quite liberal with raising me I can call both of them by their first name, talk to them quite casually, etc. I call my dad “dad” and his first name interchangeably and have done so since I was a kid. His wife feels like it’s disrespectful. My view on it is I’ve done it since I was a kid. He never had an issue with it. If he did, he would’ve told me to not do that when I was a child when I would’ve listened to him.
When I was a teenager, I got my nose pierced. I loved that piercing so much. I thought it looked adorable and I was so happy with it. However, my body rejected it, and started growing this lump behind the piercing, and then eventually started growing over it so I had to take out the piercing.
So then I got my eyebrow pierced, wasn’t as cute as the nose, but it was fun at the same thing happened. This bump started growing under the skin of my eyebrow, and then eventually almost looks like a zit coming from my eye eyebrow. I took out the piercing and it went away.
In both instances, I regretted having a piercings. It was the right idea to take them out because clearly my body couldn’t take it. I think I still would’ve like the nose piercing. I probably would’ve taken out the eyebrow, but I liked the nose.
Basically, this is the same for me as well. I like Lemmy but there’s just not enough content yet and that’s OK but until then I’m gonna naturally gravitate to other social media until more stuff is able to transition over. Half of the post seems to be reddit reposts.
I was raised in an atheist/agnostic household. Nobody ever came out and said we were atheist or agnostic, but no one went to religious services weekly or on holidays. There was never talk of prayer or worship or god.
Both my parents came from different religious backgrounds. One parent is Jewish. The other is Christian, though I would argue that their parents were atheist/agnostic as well.
We celebrated the holidays that involved presents, Christmas, Hanukkah and Easter. I didn’t really learn any of their religious symbolism behind these holidays until I was much older and it wasn’t through my parents. Part of it was cultural osmosis, and part of it was curiosity about these religions when I figured out what they were.
My parents basically refused to explain anything about religion to me, even when I was curious just to understand what was being referenced.
We lived in a pretty big Jewish community or so it wasn’t uncommon to get invited over for Passover dinner at someone’s house.
I went to Synagogue with Jewish friends and church with Christian friends. My friend’s mother taught classes at their synagogue so I do remember going and learning about Judaism and the holidays there but I didn’t last very long. I didn’t really enjoy it, I remember not wanting to go back in after our little recess/break and watching Fiddler on the Roof.
When I was curious about Christianity and wanted to know why my friends went to Sunday school or church on the weekends, my mother took me to a Unitarian church. We didn’t attend for very long and I don’t remember being particularly interested or involved in any of the activities they were doing for the kids.
Now I would say, I am firmly an atheist.
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For me one looks like it would be very nice, but it’s just too loose when it comes to writing and the ink smudge is really easily from what I remember. My dad had them all around the house because they look very business like but I don’t really remember enjoying writing with them.
1 and 2 look good but looks are deceiving. 5 and 7 all the way.
Five. Tired but true.
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I remember my science teacher in seventh grade saying this. I was just very confused because my mother who was a nurse said it was just a dark red.