Indeed. Sure it's worth it or whatever but it's the fucking worst.

Not OP but I was in a similar situation. Whole family was poor, white, Christian, Republican, listened to Rush Limbaugh (and the horde of soundalikes) on the radio in the car every morning on the way to school and everywhere else we went. I don't think I ever really bought in but when you're a kid there's just so much about the world you have to take on faith, often because you don't know there are other options besides the defaults you grew up with. Eventually you get around to questioning things and the foundations start to crumble. For me the first domino was that I couldn't really square why god would make people gay if being gay was a sin, and they didn't really seem to be doing any harm, even the very abstract "sanctity of marriage" argument kinda falls off once you see that het people get unlimited "violating the sanctity of marriage" passes and queer folks get automatic damnation. After that more foundational assumptions started to fall away and I drifted further from the church over time until I became the heathen radical socialist that shames the memory of my god-fearing parents to this very day.

Sometimes I am sad but I don't really feel sad, or feel sad enough... Music helps me feel the feelings I already have, but have a hard time feeling. Some of those feelings are sad and the sad ones are just as important to feel. I guess what I'm describing is catharsis.

The Post Office is secretly being controlled by the US Government. If you look at the actual laws of the US it allows the President to appoint someone called the Postmaster General who's in charge of the whole thing.

I think it would be a pretty good prank to bring this up in a "favorite crazy conspiracy theory" conversation where all but one participant agrees that it's a baseless conspiracy theory and see if the one other person insists that the Postmaster General Theory is real, or goes along with the crowd. But I really don't think my friends are coordinated enough to pull it off.

Especially the turrets. I love them so much. The first time I took one down and got hit with the "I don't hate you" 💔 😭

"This traumatic thing happened in my life and I wish people wouldn't joke about it"

"Wow that sucks here's a joke about it"

Why? to what end?

Usually not. I have not had the pleasure of this particular variety but in my experience it's just plain old pasta and cheese and herbs.

Grew up poor, didn't know it. Lots of Mac 'n Cheese w/ hotdogs and canned vegetables. I remember the first time I had a fresh green bean, I was put off by the texture. Wasn't used to vegetables with structure.

Edit: also a fair amount of Hamburger Helper in my childhood. It's OK.

Pasta and seasoning. And cheese I guess. Intended to me mixed with ground beef in order to stretch it into more meals. It's not awful, just poor people food.

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My only regret is that I can't really do hands or any other body parts.

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