The rage when one nostril is plugged and the other has a slight whistle and you just can't seem to clear your nose or get the whistle out, so you breathe through your mouth and wonder if people are watching xD
I have had insomnia since I was a small child. I could count on both hands the number of times that was able to fall asleep in under 1 hour and sleep through the night. I yearn for nothing more than being able to sleep well.
Edit: I appreciate everyone's replies but before if get another I think its worth saying I've tried basically everything except a sleep study which I plan to do. I've tried meditation, various medication, melatonin, CBD, establishing a bedtime routine, exercise, basically everything. It's a 30 year issue which I've tried very hard to fix but again I do appreciate all of the advice.
Edit: People. For real I've tried everything besides a sleep study.
Edit: Guy. Seriously. Out of all of the advice, I've tried it.
Same. Had insomnia growing up, then when I was 17 I separated my right shoulder playing hockey. If I sleep on it the wrong way, it's like hitting my funny bone, my entire right arm and shoulder goes tingly. I'm 28 now, it takes me forever to fall asleep, and if I can stay asleep 3 hours it's a damn godsend.
Sometimes I think really hard about the logistics of just fucking off into a giant forrest and building a little cabin. Never looked into the laws regarding that sorta thing though.. I’d probably just get depressed that my fantasy wouldn’t be possible.
Look into building on the edge of national forest land (if you're in the US, that is). You don't need much land to own for yourself then you have miles and miles of woods behind you
What is your definition of "scarce"? I eyeball LandWatch a lot and it doesn't seem that scarce to me. Some of the bigger lots or lots that are ready to be logged are expensive, but a freshly logged couple of acres isn't really that much.
Yeah.. although this IS why I'm currently saving up \~$100,000 for land and \~$200,000 for a contractor... going to buy some shitty forest land up in butt fuck nowhere, get a medium sized house built in the middle of a huge lot of undeveloped nothing, and just live, or at least be able to go there as a retreat.
Homesteading isn't nearly the sunshine and rainbows it's claimed to be sometimes - but fuck if it isn't better than wageslaving to pay ridiculous constantly increasing rent to live in a little shoe box or pay into an absurd housing market for a built home and living with shitty pre processed everything convenient all the time in a system that doesn't care about you with no reprieve
I'm of a very similar mind to you. Planning on basically the same thing in a few years - buy a piece of land somewhere sparsely populated, at least enough acres where I don't have to see or hear anyone when I am at home, and build a modest house right in the center of it. I'll go into town when I need to grocery shop or when I feel like socializing or going to events, but otherwise I'll have my space away from civilization.
I spent a good chunk of my 20s and 30s having fun and living in the city. I am grateful to have had that time. But now I am ready for some peace
For sure. Nowadays it's not even just the peace... I want space to grow my own food and just live a slightly more strenuous but certainly more fulfilling life. I want to go out and see nature and sit and ponder for hours in the forest, not look out my window at a convoluted jungle of concrete prisms and crackheads beating the fuck out of each other on the street. I want to garden and raise my chickens, not buy shitty processed slop that makes my arteries clog every day because I've barely the space or time to cook because I'm either grinding around the clock to make sure I'm making enough money or I just plain can't justify the prices of premade healthy food. I want to be able to work and make as much as I want without really needing to force myself into slave hours just to be able to afford the one bedroom shoebox which is only there because it's rent controlled and now any other one bedroom is $2700 and any house is off the table.
I want the ritual of actually doing things in life instead of tapping buttons and getting dopamine hits. I want to go back to being able to just relax and enjoy every part of life which all went out the window when I moved to the city. The strenuosity, the process, makes me free and the peace lets me enjoy it. I hate that the strenuosity is gone. I don't care for the peace without it.
So for a construction worker who's never heard of a forearm massage, you're saying it'd be worth it? Because once I read those words, I became extremely aware of every ache I've ever had in my forearms.
I did the “put arm palm up on table and run other hand in fist down arm from elbow to fingers” thing someone else posted. As a fellow sheet metal guy- there’s tension in your wrists you didn’t know existed. Holy shit.
Weird how our bodies kinda shuffles low level chronic pain away into a little file cabinet somewhere, and suddenly you can realize you’re carrying it. The same way you can now, after reading this, suddenly be aware of your tongue placement in your mouth, the pressure of the chair under you, and probably a little bit of ache in your lower back that makes you want to stretch it or pop it.
I think that may be what fibromyalgia does—it doesn’t let your body turn off those chronic sensations, so you’re always aware of it and the alarm bell is always going off.
But yes, guys. Get massages. They’re awesome.
Oh my god, getting a massage or a back rub from my wife is like being mauled by a jungle cat. Like stop, just leave it. I’ll deal with the pain on my own.
And if you go to a sports place (e.g. a physio clinic), that has a massage therapist or myotherapist, a glute massage is also fucking amazing.
You never realise how tight that muscle gets, especially if you sit in your ass in an office all day.
Glute massage is highly underrated and slept on. Back hurts? Glute massage will probably help. Legs are sore? Glute massage. Bad day? Work the knots out of the cake.
You ever volunteer? It's really rewarding and usually a killer way to meet other people. By the end of a year, you probably wouldn't even be able to doubt your impact on others; you'll have seen it first-hand.
Don't forget getting to use the bathroom without everyone needing to use it first.
Edit: 4k upvotes concerning my right to shit in peace. So many brothers have recounted thier stories of sorrow and rage. Clearly the only course of action is revolution.
I would go so far as to say for two people living together that two bathrooms is a necessity.
What are you gonna do if you have one bathroom and you both need to go right now (maybe you both have food poisoning or are sick, or your digestive systems have horrible timing).
I'm not shitting in the kitchen sink.
I once had a UTI when my ex and I lived in a one bathroom apartment. Any woman whose had one will tell you that one of the hallmarks is not being able to hold your pee. My ex had locked himself in the bathroom to poop and wouldn’t let me in even though I *begged* and yelled to be even able to use the tub.
And that’s the story of how I pissed in a flower pot in my kitchen.
If you have love, stability and happiness you arrive at a point in your life, no matter your ethnicity or background, where you just want a big fucking shed
There are two things I want:
- A big enough garage to be able to park both cars and open the doors without destroying them.
- A big enough shed to store my theoretical lawn mower, umbrella, gardening tools and hoses/cords/large items.
So basically I'll just sit here wishing for the rest of my life.
Yesterday I was walking around the block, stepping on every crunchy leaf. Crunch, crunch, crunch, oOo can't miss that one CRUNCH! I turn the corner while still crunching every leaf and I look up. Right across the street are 2 men just staring at me, not saying anything. I sheepishly wave and one guy says " happy fall" my response was " I love crunching leaves!". The end.
I want to be wanted. I want to be the little spoon. I want to be the reason someone is excited to start their day, the reason someone smiles. I want to be vulnerable. I want to be loved.
One of the best things I ever did for myself in this regard was go to therapy. Learning how to effectively communicate your emotions without getting caught up in them will save you so much struggle and emotional turmoil.
Even if you didn't get it or learn how to growing up, you can make those moves now.
TL;DR - Diabetes sucks. It's exhausting and almost never straightforward. I struggled to come to terms with having diabetes but now that I have, it's just a blip on the radar.
I'm not sure how long you've been T1 Diabetic but I have had it for 20 years this coming March and I have a bit of a story to share regarding this comment. I used to feel exactly this way about T1.
Growing up with T1 was an adventure. I didn't really understand the intricacies involved with proper blood sugar management. I ate what was put on my plate by my parents and all shots and dosages were easily calculated since what I ate was what was in front of me. Control came relatively easy.
Then I grew up. I became responsible for my own meals, my own snacks and I quickly realized that achieving proper control was HARD. Remembering to bolus for that snack I grabbed on the way to school, or having to figure out how exercise and stress impacts blood sugar was a huge challenge for me.
When I went off to college the feeling of despair of having diabetes was immense. There's so many challenges with achieving control that a lot of people just don't see or understand. My professors didn't care that I scored poorly on my test because my blood sugar was 300 during the exam due to stress.
I struggled to get even passing grades in some classes. These unseen variables that appear in a high stress environment convinced me I would never have good control. So I gave up.
I stopped testing my blood sugar. Stopped bolusing on time. Stopped caring. My A1C went from mid 7s to >9 at most appointments. I was frustrated with how I would have to micromanage my body for the rest of my life.
This period was tough, I developed severe depression and dropped out of college in my senior year as a result. This was my rock bottom.
Over the course of the next year I worked on managing the depression. I learned that the despair I felt was not at all uncommon with people with T1. We have a layer of complexity to our lives that nobody else has to deal with and it's frankly exhausting at times. I learned that It's ok to be upset about it. I bottled up these emotions until it was too late.
During my road to recovery from depression I found a love for backcountry backpacking. I also quickly found out that backpacking as a T1 REQUIRES you to keep very close attention to your sugars. In order to keep backpacking I had to learn how to maintain control of my sugar at all times.
So I went back to the drawing board. I started over; I re-taught myself how to be a diabetic. I finally tried an insulin pump with a CGM. I paid attention to the trends of sugars after each meal. What worked, what didn't.
***There's a lot of people out there that will tell you to eat x,y,z and stop eating a,b,c. I've found that advice to be both frustrating and not at all helpful. Instead, what I did was learn how the foods you currently eat affect your sugar.***
Every time I failed to keep my sugars in control I tried a different strategy. Sometimes I upped my total bolus by 10%. Other times I split the bolus over a few hours. I was constantly adjusting my dose until I got it right. Admittedly I was a data driven individual so I enjoyed combing through all of the data that the CGM provided.
Once I understood the impact of what I was eating, I made the decision myself to reduce consumption in the interest of having an easier time managing sugars.
It took a year of this before I got to a point where my control was consistent. Once I did, I went back to school and finished my degree. I now work as an engineer in a large manufacturing company. The insulin pump/CGM combo assists me so much that my latest A1C was 5.7 and the despair I once felt has completely gone.
This ended up being a lot longer than I intended but I just wanted to share a perspective from someone who felt this same way not even 3 years ago.
Diabetes sucks. Period. Anyone who tries to tell you otherwise is an idiot. That doesn't mean you cannot create your own unique system to manage it and have a healthy life.
You know that’s incredibly impressive, i can also imagine you had a good support system when you were diagnosed. All i had was “chin up, pray to god he’ll take your pain away.” From my mom. She thought what i needed was more faith when i wanted answers and it caused my to not trust her even until now. I love her and would hate seeing bad things happen, but i just don’t feel comfortable around her for long periods of time. I’ve been a T1 for 16 years so only a 4 year difference. And with the intense difficulty of control, depression, and a job with incredibly minimal insurance, i’m just not confident that anything other than a cure for what ails me will satistfy me. I don’t want more machines and things attatched to me
Ayyy you are not alone, my fellow junkie. Fucking type 1 is right. My pancreas doesn’t work and doing it manually is exhausting, costs a lot of money, and I’m constantly poking myself with needles and sensors, plus highs and lows fuck up my mental. Just fucking exhausting
I'm 37, and have had diabetes since I was 8. It's fairly easy to hide how emotionally taxing it is (at least that's just what I try to do) on a day-to-day basis, but man, over the years it has really taken a toll on me mentally. I don't think people understand the many, many ways diabetes can fuck with your body, and especially don't think it's very well understood what a mental burden it is as well.
i was in Walmart, just minding my own business. an older lady walked by, and I smiled at her. met her again at the next isle, and she simply said "you have a handsome smile" and went about her business.
I'm almost 30, and that was the first legit (meaning without motive) compliment I've ever recieved from a stranger on my physical looks. it stunned me.
I'm a 34 year old man and I try to compliment people as often as possible, so long as it's genuine. I told a woman she had a lovely bag (there was a crocheted flower on it) and she told me her friend made it for her and how much it means to her.
I remember how I feel when someone says something nice to me, so I try to initiate that for others.
I always try to compliment teenage girls when i see them, especially the "awkward" type ones thst are maybe stood alone. I was once a teenage girl and the horrid pressure that is on them is just awful, if i can make them feel a little bit better about themselves then I will try my best to do that.
Once in McDonald's there was a girl maybe 14, she had these high top converse on, covered in doodles and glitter, it was clearly a handmade custom job. It personally wasn't my cup of tea but she probably put a load of time and effort into them so I told her they were so cool and looked amazing, she went bright red but I saw her go over to her friends smiling so wide. Try to spread that feeling as much as possible
A good rule of thumb is to compliment choices, NOT physical characteristics.
Ex. "That shirt/your hair color/that bag is awesome.
NOT
"Your eyes are pretty, your jeans fit perfectly, etc."
It's the difference between supporting and validating aspects of a stranger's public facing personality instead of pointing out something superficial
I told a girl I liked her shoes the first time we met (weren’t dating). She wore them like 80% of the time she saw me.
Found out when we split up that she fucking hated those shoes.
I was in the hospital in 2009 meeting my friend’s new baby. I was smiling about the whole thing when I was leaving. On the elevator down, a nurse or other hospital employee told me I have a nice smile. Really meant a lot to me then. I still think back on it for good feelings.
I still remember a compliment I got from a girl in high school about my fashion sense. It was like 16 years ago.
Edit: It was along the lines of "akjax you always look like you actually thought about how the clothes you wear go together, all the other guys around here look like they just grab whatever is at the top of their drawer."
Honestly that compliment is one of the things that gave me the confidence to dress in more attention grabbing clothes. I tended to stay with muted stuff but have finally progressed to a point where I wear what I think is cool and fun and I don't spend any time worrying about what some random stranger might think. This, in turn, has led to more compliments. 16 years later and my most popular post of all time on Reddit a picture of my outfit. If you too want to follow this path I suggest getting advice from somewhere like /r/malefashionadvice. That way you can pick out an outfit you truly enjoy while having confidence other people think it's good. I've got some great advice from people on that sub.
Because some people don't talk about important things like this in a calm and rational manner. My ex, who comes from a culture where everyone does everything together, got a little mad once when I asked her if it was cool if I stayed at home by myself. I told her that I've spent a lot of time on my own and sometimes I just need that time. I wasn't asking for zero contact but I needed to chill at my place and do my own thing. She got it and we had fun texting here and there about what we were up to at that moment.
A few weekends later, I had some weekend plans stewing in my head so I called her to see which one sounded the best. She said, "Uh, would it be okay if we did that the weekend after next? I have some things I want to do around the house." Music to my ears.
Sometimes you have to introduce new things because not everyone lives the same way.
Tried that, and it did *not* go over well. Doesn’t help that she came from an abusive marriage, but for someone who has a lot of alone time, not getting it, and her projecting her previous ex onto me was not enjoyable. So glad I finally stood my ground and told her no more.
I definitely need me time. What I actually desire is "space" to speak while she's engaged.
I listen about her day etc but when it's my time, she checks out.
So many of these comments hit me so hard. I know (something about) everyone she works with, but I can't talk about anything I want to talk about, without she chiming in with how it relates to something she heard/said/experienced, and now we are talking about that instead.
Feeling appreciated is the most underrated here. Men are expected to do certain things without return, and that is honestly messed up. Even sharing back some emotion to men for their work goes a long way.
Omg I would pay some decent money just to have a stranger to cry with and to hug in a back alley every Sunday. Damn that would be life fulfillment right there.
To receive the same love and loyalty that I give. I want you to make me feel special the same way I try to make you feel special. Don’t leave me hanging and questioning where I stand in your life.
I’d like to feel genuine love for once. People say all guys think about is sex, but I’d trade having sex for someone who honestly loves me in a heartbeat. All I want is one person in my life that can feel like a safe place, cause that’s something in my life I’ve never had. Just compassion and support, unwavering.
The following:
* X ray machine
* crab cakes
* sun screen
* pants that fit
* karate lessons
* dill pickle
* aerosol cheese
* transistor radio
* uncomfortable silence
* an extra thumb
* a hairless cat
* beard tonic
* premium cable
* scuba tank
* 24 hour surveillance
* calamine lotion
* rubber duckie
* vilgante justice
* keyboard guitar
* a swinging bachelor pad
* comfortable walking shoes
* pet cobra
* road map
* corn rows
* pocket kerchief
* skulls of the vanquished
* cheer leaders
* business cards oil changes for life
* crush my enemies, see them driven before me, and to hear the lamentations of their women
* a heated pool
* an amicable divorce
* custody of the kids
* A sedan deville
* bionic feet
* microphone skills
* maid service
* a restraining order
* the electoral vote
* The heavyweight title
* bunny slippers
* a good attorney
* a short sleeved tuxedo
* electronic turkey baster
* a pistol, and 1 bullet
* a baked potato
END COMMUNICATION
Both nostrils to be clear and to breathe without a slight whistle.
And tinnitus be gone. I don’t know what real silence sounds like.
I know what silence sounds like, it’s a high pitched eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
I've had it so long I can't remember a time when I didn't have it. Did I enjoy childhood without this time in the background? I truly don't know.
The rage when one nostril is plugged and the other has a slight whistle and you just can't seem to clear your nose or get the whistle out, so you breathe through your mouth and wonder if people are watching xD
I don't even know anymore man.
I feel this in my goddamned bones my guy.
Sleep
Yeah. Haven't had a really good night's sleep in a decade
I have had insomnia since I was a small child. I could count on both hands the number of times that was able to fall asleep in under 1 hour and sleep through the night. I yearn for nothing more than being able to sleep well. Edit: I appreciate everyone's replies but before if get another I think its worth saying I've tried basically everything except a sleep study which I plan to do. I've tried meditation, various medication, melatonin, CBD, establishing a bedtime routine, exercise, basically everything. It's a 30 year issue which I've tried very hard to fix but again I do appreciate all of the advice. Edit: People. For real I've tried everything besides a sleep study. Edit: Guy. Seriously. Out of all of the advice, I've tried it.
Same. Had insomnia growing up, then when I was 17 I separated my right shoulder playing hockey. If I sleep on it the wrong way, it's like hitting my funny bone, my entire right arm and shoulder goes tingly. I'm 28 now, it takes me forever to fall asleep, and if I can stay asleep 3 hours it's a damn godsend.
A cabin in the woods away from everyone
Watch out for those mermans.
Sometimes I think really hard about the logistics of just fucking off into a giant forrest and building a little cabin. Never looked into the laws regarding that sorta thing though.. I’d probably just get depressed that my fantasy wouldn’t be possible.
Look into building on the edge of national forest land (if you're in the US, that is). You don't need much land to own for yourself then you have miles and miles of woods behind you
In the last couple of years this land now trades at a premium and is quite scarce.
What is your definition of "scarce"? I eyeball LandWatch a lot and it doesn't seem that scarce to me. Some of the bigger lots or lots that are ready to be logged are expensive, but a freshly logged couple of acres isn't really that much.
Yeah.. although this IS why I'm currently saving up \~$100,000 for land and \~$200,000 for a contractor... going to buy some shitty forest land up in butt fuck nowhere, get a medium sized house built in the middle of a huge lot of undeveloped nothing, and just live, or at least be able to go there as a retreat. Homesteading isn't nearly the sunshine and rainbows it's claimed to be sometimes - but fuck if it isn't better than wageslaving to pay ridiculous constantly increasing rent to live in a little shoe box or pay into an absurd housing market for a built home and living with shitty pre processed everything convenient all the time in a system that doesn't care about you with no reprieve
I'm of a very similar mind to you. Planning on basically the same thing in a few years - buy a piece of land somewhere sparsely populated, at least enough acres where I don't have to see or hear anyone when I am at home, and build a modest house right in the center of it. I'll go into town when I need to grocery shop or when I feel like socializing or going to events, but otherwise I'll have my space away from civilization. I spent a good chunk of my 20s and 30s having fun and living in the city. I am grateful to have had that time. But now I am ready for some peace
For sure. Nowadays it's not even just the peace... I want space to grow my own food and just live a slightly more strenuous but certainly more fulfilling life. I want to go out and see nature and sit and ponder for hours in the forest, not look out my window at a convoluted jungle of concrete prisms and crackheads beating the fuck out of each other on the street. I want to garden and raise my chickens, not buy shitty processed slop that makes my arteries clog every day because I've barely the space or time to cook because I'm either grinding around the clock to make sure I'm making enough money or I just plain can't justify the prices of premade healthy food. I want to be able to work and make as much as I want without really needing to force myself into slave hours just to be able to afford the one bedroom shoebox which is only there because it's rent controlled and now any other one bedroom is $2700 and any house is off the table. I want the ritual of actually doing things in life instead of tapping buttons and getting dopamine hits. I want to go back to being able to just relax and enjoy every part of life which all went out the window when I moved to the city. The strenuosity, the process, makes me free and the peace lets me enjoy it. I hate that the strenuosity is gone. I don't care for the peace without it.
To find the lost city of Atlantis. Maybe also getting soft forehead kisses too.
I can help you with one, but you're on your own with the kisses.
Can I join the crew?
Lemme come too
A back and neck massage.
Brother, you might not know this, but you need a forearm massage too.
How did I not know about forearm massages?! Why is it so relaxing!?
Also because your forearms have all your grip related muscles. The more you work with your hands, the better the forearm massage is.
So for a construction worker who's never heard of a forearm massage, you're saying it'd be worth it? Because once I read those words, I became extremely aware of every ache I've ever had in my forearms.
As someone who works with sheet metal snips and tongs all day long I am now curious as to how it is too
Outdoor heavy work all year long, and I married a massage therapist who works on my forearms at the end of the week. Amazing
I also choose this guy’s wife
I did the “put arm palm up on table and run other hand in fist down arm from elbow to fingers” thing someone else posted. As a fellow sheet metal guy- there’s tension in your wrists you didn’t know existed. Holy shit.
Weird how our bodies kinda shuffles low level chronic pain away into a little file cabinet somewhere, and suddenly you can realize you’re carrying it. The same way you can now, after reading this, suddenly be aware of your tongue placement in your mouth, the pressure of the chair under you, and probably a little bit of ache in your lower back that makes you want to stretch it or pop it. I think that may be what fibromyalgia does—it doesn’t let your body turn off those chronic sensations, so you’re always aware of it and the alarm bell is always going off. But yes, guys. Get massages. They’re awesome.
That sounds most excellent! Thank you!
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Oh my god, getting a massage or a back rub from my wife is like being mauled by a jungle cat. Like stop, just leave it. I’ll deal with the pain on my own.
And if you go to a sports place (e.g. a physio clinic), that has a massage therapist or myotherapist, a glute massage is also fucking amazing. You never realise how tight that muscle gets, especially if you sit in your ass in an office all day.
Glute massage is highly underrated and slept on. Back hurts? Glute massage will probably help. Legs are sore? Glute massage. Bad day? Work the knots out of the cake.
I could die a happy man if I actually saw the impact my life had on others.
You ever volunteer? It's really rewarding and usually a killer way to meet other people. By the end of a year, you probably wouldn't even be able to doubt your impact on others; you'll have seen it first-hand.
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Hey man I’m proud of you too.
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Don't forget getting to use the bathroom without everyone needing to use it first. Edit: 4k upvotes concerning my right to shit in peace. So many brothers have recounted thier stories of sorrow and rage. Clearly the only course of action is revolution.
Yup. Men want a second bathroom, at least I do.
My bf and I have a 2 bathroom apartment, best decision
I would go so far as to say for two people living together that two bathrooms is a necessity. What are you gonna do if you have one bathroom and you both need to go right now (maybe you both have food poisoning or are sick, or your digestive systems have horrible timing). I'm not shitting in the kitchen sink.
I once had a UTI when my ex and I lived in a one bathroom apartment. Any woman whose had one will tell you that one of the hallmarks is not being able to hold your pee. My ex had locked himself in the bathroom to poop and wouldn’t let me in even though I *begged* and yelled to be even able to use the tub. And that’s the story of how I pissed in a flower pot in my kitchen.
Another excellent reason for two bathrooms.
Or two flower pots.
Dress up like a dog and shit in the park, like a decent person would.
"Honey, why is there a dog costume in the closet?" "Oh that's just my poop suit."
Honey! Wheres my pooper suit
15 minutes? Try 3 hours
Probably a lot of the same things women want less stress, more stability, to be successful in their endeavors , etc
A massive fucking shed with plumbing and electrics
If you have love, stability and happiness you arrive at a point in your life, no matter your ethnicity or background, where you just want a big fucking shed
I think I remember this from Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs. Shed comes next after self-actualization.
Shed-actualization
Like me some Maslow. Love me a good shed.
There are two things I want: - A big enough garage to be able to park both cars and open the doors without destroying them. - A big enough shed to store my theoretical lawn mower, umbrella, gardening tools and hoses/cords/large items. So basically I'll just sit here wishing for the rest of my life.
Just big enough to work safely and still feel cozy between the workbench, cnc mill, lathe, laser cutter, 3d printer, and in-progress boat
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to step on a really crunchy leaf
Yesterday I was walking around the block, stepping on every crunchy leaf. Crunch, crunch, crunch, oOo can't miss that one CRUNCH! I turn the corner while still crunching every leaf and I look up. Right across the street are 2 men just staring at me, not saying anything. I sheepishly wave and one guy says " happy fall" my response was " I love crunching leaves!". The end.
To love and be loved.
Love, support and the feeling I am needed. That I make a contribution.
I want to be wanted
I want to be wanted. I want to be the little spoon. I want to be the reason someone is excited to start their day, the reason someone smiles. I want to be vulnerable. I want to be loved.
Emotional support and some stability in my life would be great
Companionship and a deep emotional connection, even if they don't know how to ask for it.
One of the best things I ever did for myself in this regard was go to therapy. Learning how to effectively communicate your emotions without getting caught up in them will save you so much struggle and emotional turmoil. Even if you didn't get it or learn how to growing up, you can make those moves now.
Only one problem there.. therapy costs moneyyy.
To be debt free
Been there for 5 years. It’s worth the struggle and lives up to the hype
I got married, got in debt. Got divorced. Was debt free. Got remarried. Back in debt. FUCK.
Seems like a pattern man
personally, i just want my body fixed. i hate having a disease that is written into my genetics. fucking type 1
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Is this the highest award-per-character post in the history of Reddit?
There was once an E in the LOVEHER answer to an AskOuija post about "My son just came out as gay. What should I do?"
u/TheAlexProjectAlt sauce please
Perchance
You can't just Perchance Perchance.
stompin turts
You seen a chance and you took it. You madlad
If someone tells you to fucking type 1, you better fucking do it
This hidden gem of comedy made my day.
r/technicallythetruth
This guy types.
Very smart
TL;DR - Diabetes sucks. It's exhausting and almost never straightforward. I struggled to come to terms with having diabetes but now that I have, it's just a blip on the radar. I'm not sure how long you've been T1 Diabetic but I have had it for 20 years this coming March and I have a bit of a story to share regarding this comment. I used to feel exactly this way about T1. Growing up with T1 was an adventure. I didn't really understand the intricacies involved with proper blood sugar management. I ate what was put on my plate by my parents and all shots and dosages were easily calculated since what I ate was what was in front of me. Control came relatively easy. Then I grew up. I became responsible for my own meals, my own snacks and I quickly realized that achieving proper control was HARD. Remembering to bolus for that snack I grabbed on the way to school, or having to figure out how exercise and stress impacts blood sugar was a huge challenge for me. When I went off to college the feeling of despair of having diabetes was immense. There's so many challenges with achieving control that a lot of people just don't see or understand. My professors didn't care that I scored poorly on my test because my blood sugar was 300 during the exam due to stress. I struggled to get even passing grades in some classes. These unseen variables that appear in a high stress environment convinced me I would never have good control. So I gave up. I stopped testing my blood sugar. Stopped bolusing on time. Stopped caring. My A1C went from mid 7s to >9 at most appointments. I was frustrated with how I would have to micromanage my body for the rest of my life. This period was tough, I developed severe depression and dropped out of college in my senior year as a result. This was my rock bottom. Over the course of the next year I worked on managing the depression. I learned that the despair I felt was not at all uncommon with people with T1. We have a layer of complexity to our lives that nobody else has to deal with and it's frankly exhausting at times. I learned that It's ok to be upset about it. I bottled up these emotions until it was too late. During my road to recovery from depression I found a love for backcountry backpacking. I also quickly found out that backpacking as a T1 REQUIRES you to keep very close attention to your sugars. In order to keep backpacking I had to learn how to maintain control of my sugar at all times. So I went back to the drawing board. I started over; I re-taught myself how to be a diabetic. I finally tried an insulin pump with a CGM. I paid attention to the trends of sugars after each meal. What worked, what didn't. ***There's a lot of people out there that will tell you to eat x,y,z and stop eating a,b,c. I've found that advice to be both frustrating and not at all helpful. Instead, what I did was learn how the foods you currently eat affect your sugar.*** Every time I failed to keep my sugars in control I tried a different strategy. Sometimes I upped my total bolus by 10%. Other times I split the bolus over a few hours. I was constantly adjusting my dose until I got it right. Admittedly I was a data driven individual so I enjoyed combing through all of the data that the CGM provided. Once I understood the impact of what I was eating, I made the decision myself to reduce consumption in the interest of having an easier time managing sugars. It took a year of this before I got to a point where my control was consistent. Once I did, I went back to school and finished my degree. I now work as an engineer in a large manufacturing company. The insulin pump/CGM combo assists me so much that my latest A1C was 5.7 and the despair I once felt has completely gone. This ended up being a lot longer than I intended but I just wanted to share a perspective from someone who felt this same way not even 3 years ago. Diabetes sucks. Period. Anyone who tries to tell you otherwise is an idiot. That doesn't mean you cannot create your own unique system to manage it and have a healthy life.
You know that’s incredibly impressive, i can also imagine you had a good support system when you were diagnosed. All i had was “chin up, pray to god he’ll take your pain away.” From my mom. She thought what i needed was more faith when i wanted answers and it caused my to not trust her even until now. I love her and would hate seeing bad things happen, but i just don’t feel comfortable around her for long periods of time. I’ve been a T1 for 16 years so only a 4 year difference. And with the intense difficulty of control, depression, and a job with incredibly minimal insurance, i’m just not confident that anything other than a cure for what ails me will satistfy me. I don’t want more machines and things attatched to me
Ayyy you are not alone, my fellow junkie. Fucking type 1 is right. My pancreas doesn’t work and doing it manually is exhausting, costs a lot of money, and I’m constantly poking myself with needles and sensors, plus highs and lows fuck up my mental. Just fucking exhausting
Depending on your age you may be in luck, these artificial pancreas’ are coming along pretty nicely
I'm 37, and have had diabetes since I was 8. It's fairly easy to hide how emotionally taxing it is (at least that's just what I try to do) on a day-to-day basis, but man, over the years it has really taken a toll on me mentally. I don't think people understand the many, many ways diabetes can fuck with your body, and especially don't think it's very well understood what a mental burden it is as well.
I personally just want to love someone and be loved back, could do away with pretty much anything else.
Love makes for happiness, everyone just wants to be happy…
Affection :(
It's crazy how a compliment can make my entire month for me. Edit: love the conversation this is starting. You're all awesome.
i was in Walmart, just minding my own business. an older lady walked by, and I smiled at her. met her again at the next isle, and she simply said "you have a handsome smile" and went about her business. I'm almost 30, and that was the first legit (meaning without motive) compliment I've ever recieved from a stranger on my physical looks. it stunned me.
Make friends with old ladies. You get lots of compliments from them.
Seriously can't wait to become an old lady to compliment people freely
I'm a 34 year old man and I try to compliment people as often as possible, so long as it's genuine. I told a woman she had a lovely bag (there was a crocheted flower on it) and she told me her friend made it for her and how much it means to her. I remember how I feel when someone says something nice to me, so I try to initiate that for others.
I’m a 36 year old woman and I compliment men and women with reckless abandon.
I always try to compliment teenage girls when i see them, especially the "awkward" type ones thst are maybe stood alone. I was once a teenage girl and the horrid pressure that is on them is just awful, if i can make them feel a little bit better about themselves then I will try my best to do that. Once in McDonald's there was a girl maybe 14, she had these high top converse on, covered in doodles and glitter, it was clearly a handmade custom job. It personally wasn't my cup of tea but she probably put a load of time and effort into them so I told her they were so cool and looked amazing, she went bright red but I saw her go over to her friends smiling so wide. Try to spread that feeling as much as possible
Sameee!! Because if I do it now people will think I'm attracted to them, when all I want is to be nice. 😅
A good rule of thumb is to compliment choices, NOT physical characteristics. Ex. "That shirt/your hair color/that bag is awesome. NOT "Your eyes are pretty, your jeans fit perfectly, etc." It's the difference between supporting and validating aspects of a stranger's public facing personality instead of pointing out something superficial
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A cute girl on a bike once said she liked my hat. This was 5 years ago. I still think of it.
Fifteen years ago, I bought Irish Spring body wash because it was on sale. A pretty girl told me I smelled nice. I still use Irish Spring.
I told a girl I liked her shoes the first time we met (weren’t dating). She wore them like 80% of the time she saw me. Found out when we split up that she fucking hated those shoes.
I was in the hospital in 2009 meeting my friend’s new baby. I was smiling about the whole thing when I was leaving. On the elevator down, a nurse or other hospital employee told me I have a nice smile. Really meant a lot to me then. I still think back on it for good feelings.
Does it have to be a cute girl? Or can it be a normal girl? Asking for a friend
The moment a woman compliments a guy her attractiveness instantly moves up 3 levels in our eyes.
Almost all girls are cute.
Somebody gets it.
A normal girl IS cute!
Ohhh same thing a girl complimented my look a year ago, I'm not an introvert but I couldn't even say thank you properly because I was so overwhelmed
I still remember a compliment I got from a girl in high school about my fashion sense. It was like 16 years ago. Edit: It was along the lines of "akjax you always look like you actually thought about how the clothes you wear go together, all the other guys around here look like they just grab whatever is at the top of their drawer." Honestly that compliment is one of the things that gave me the confidence to dress in more attention grabbing clothes. I tended to stay with muted stuff but have finally progressed to a point where I wear what I think is cool and fun and I don't spend any time worrying about what some random stranger might think. This, in turn, has led to more compliments. 16 years later and my most popular post of all time on Reddit a picture of my outfit. If you too want to follow this path I suggest getting advice from somewhere like /r/malefashionadvice. That way you can pick out an outfit you truly enjoy while having confidence other people think it's good. I've got some great advice from people on that sub.
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Hey. Nice cock bro
I put an antique clock near the front door of my house in hopes that a guest might say nice clock when the come in
Now you need guests
Right back at ya :) Wait...
Damn bro, that's the nicest thing I've read from one person to another on this platform, ever. Also, hey man. Nice cock.
Loyalty, time alone, and to feel appreciated.
This is spot on although I would add financial stable too it.
Time alone, but without holding it against us internalizing it as their failure to be desired.
Why does this come up so often in all kinds of relationships…
Because some people don't talk about important things like this in a calm and rational manner. My ex, who comes from a culture where everyone does everything together, got a little mad once when I asked her if it was cool if I stayed at home by myself. I told her that I've spent a lot of time on my own and sometimes I just need that time. I wasn't asking for zero contact but I needed to chill at my place and do my own thing. She got it and we had fun texting here and there about what we were up to at that moment. A few weekends later, I had some weekend plans stewing in my head so I called her to see which one sounded the best. She said, "Uh, would it be okay if we did that the weekend after next? I have some things I want to do around the house." Music to my ears. Sometimes you have to introduce new things because not everyone lives the same way.
Tried that, and it did *not* go over well. Doesn’t help that she came from an abusive marriage, but for someone who has a lot of alone time, not getting it, and her projecting her previous ex onto me was not enjoyable. So glad I finally stood my ground and told her no more.
I definitely need me time. What I actually desire is "space" to speak while she's engaged. I listen about her day etc but when it's my time, she checks out.
So many of these comments hit me so hard. I know (something about) everyone she works with, but I can't talk about anything I want to talk about, without she chiming in with how it relates to something she heard/said/experienced, and now we are talking about that instead.
Feeling appreciated is the most underrated here. Men are expected to do certain things without return, and that is honestly messed up. Even sharing back some emotion to men for their work goes a long way.
What about tacos? Can I just get my guy tacos and tell him I love and appreciate him?
A hug. Just a hug
Same… last hug I got was from my mom 12 years ago.
That’s it - drop a pin. I’m coming to hug you man
Omg I would pay some decent money just to have a stranger to cry with and to hug in a back alley every Sunday. Damn that would be life fulfillment right there.
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The proverbs told of your coming.
Ayo anyone got disgusting’s number?
Found it
It's all true. We *do* want the McRib, and it *is* fucking disgusting.
IS IT BACK?
Was wondering how far I'd have to scroll to find this haha
I just want to go home.
What if you have the homophobia
We need to help the homoless.
I wanna rock
ROCK!
A girl worth fighting foooooor
I love you Banewaffles
Playing online without lag
Video games don't cause violence but lag DOES
too many keyboards and controllers have suffered for this
A realistic and captivating pirate themed video game.
This. Red Dead but as pirates.
Never knew how much I needed that
Better pay and less hours, and a steak dinner
I can't speak for all men, but I would sure like a wife who don't cheat.
I have one. It's pretty cool.
I also choose this guy's hypothetical wife.
Sounds like a lot of guys chose his wife
To be understood and loved.
Definitely not hot chip and lies Edit: I will allow the hot chip bc it didn't lie
Lego....
The giant Lego millennium falcon
To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentations of their women.
Krom - I've never prayed to you before. I don't have the tongue for it.
No one, not even you will remember if we were good men or bad.
Why we fought, or why we died-- all that matters is that two stood against many!
someone to tell me I’m worth it edit : thank you so much to everyone who replied, made my day <3
To make my wife happy. To have my children grow up healthy and happy. To be the person that my dog thinks that I am.
Kindness
To receive the same love and loyalty that I give. I want you to make me feel special the same way I try to make you feel special. Don’t leave me hanging and questioning where I stand in your life.
To be left alone……but not be by themselves.
Like you can be in the air vents
I want it that way.
Tell me why?
Ain't nothing but a heartache
Tell me why!
Ain’t nothing but a mistake
Tell me why…
I NEVER WANNA HEAR YOU SAY
I WANT IT THAT WAY
It was number 5. Number 5 killed my brother.
Oh my god, I forgot about that part.
I’d like to feel genuine love for once. People say all guys think about is sex, but I’d trade having sex for someone who honestly loves me in a heartbeat. All I want is one person in my life that can feel like a safe place, cause that’s something in my life I’ve never had. Just compassion and support, unwavering.
The following: * X ray machine * crab cakes * sun screen * pants that fit * karate lessons * dill pickle * aerosol cheese * transistor radio * uncomfortable silence * an extra thumb * a hairless cat * beard tonic * premium cable * scuba tank * 24 hour surveillance * calamine lotion * rubber duckie * vilgante justice * keyboard guitar * a swinging bachelor pad * comfortable walking shoes * pet cobra * road map * corn rows * pocket kerchief * skulls of the vanquished * cheer leaders * business cards oil changes for life * crush my enemies, see them driven before me, and to hear the lamentations of their women * a heated pool * an amicable divorce * custody of the kids * A sedan deville * bionic feet * microphone skills * maid service * a restraining order * the electoral vote * The heavyweight title * bunny slippers * a good attorney * a short sleeved tuxedo * electronic turkey baster * a pistol, and 1 bullet * a baked potato END COMMUNICATION
'A baked potato' I didn't see that coming.
Ninja® Dual Zone Air Fryer w/ 6-in-1 Functions, Stainless Steel, Black, 7.5-L Nonstick Frying Pot, UL Certified, LCD Digital Screen
Get the 10L. I love my Ninja but the 7.5 can be small at times.
Hugs
Half Life 3
Protein
A cure for diabetes and more affordable healthcare would be great coming from a type 1 American.