67 hours. After a full day of work, my wife and I hopped an international flight to Europe. There were two layovers, including a 6-hour one in Dubai. I tried to sleep on the longest leg of the flight, but with my restless wife on one side and a restless stranger on the other, I couldn’t. Once we landed and reached our AirBnB, I announced I was going to take a desperately needed nap. My wife stood at the bedside staring at me until I gave up and we went for a walk to see Prague.

Dreamed of seeing that city for half my life, but it was a couple of days before I was capable of enjoying it.

I think you’re onto something there.

She takes my hoodies, my snacks, my cash, the blankets… why wouldn’t she take my name?

(She didn’t take my name.)

Can you name even one example of a situation where it was better to give misinformation?

I’m pretty curious about the contents of other people’s junk drawers. Maybe not subscription curious, but I understand the urge.

Smoking. Black and white movie stars of the 40s and 50s made it look elegant and sophisticated, but you can’t smell a movie. And I don’t want to smell cigarette smoke.

We don’t have many apocalyptic christian churches in my country.

His last communication was a Facebook post to the world about how he only had room for supportive people in his life, not people who wanted to tear him down.

Guess he got tired of me saying mean things like “You should be paying your debt down, not buying things you can’t afford” “Your wife is right and you shouldn’t fight her on this” and “I understand that the universe rewards positive thought with positive destiny but you also need a plan”.

I don’t recall anyone ever saying that, unless it was to make a joke.

The solution is that we behave civilly and respectfully to each other.

Is it an achievable solution? Because I have no idea how we could make that happen.

It’s fine to not have an opinion. It’s even fine to have an opinion and keep it to yourself. No-one has the right to an argument with you, after all.

My wife, a keen gardener of heirloom tomatoes, says it’s because the varieties that sell commercially are bred for long shelf-life and nothing else.

I have a job where the consequences of making a mistake are Significant.

I have a crafting hobby because I can suck at it with no consequences at all, and sometimes I make something cool.

I’ve started a fire in the kitchen. Not by messing up, but by using a toaster built in the 1950s and designed to toast bread as a secondary function to killing you. It was thirty seconds of horror, and then things were okay. The toast was in the sink under a stream of water and the toaster was unplugged.

It’s important to realise that even if a fear comes true, things will be okay. Get a kitchen-suitable fire extinguisher. Learn to use it. Don’t use death as an ingredient like I did. Understand that even if things go wrong, you’ll fix it. Your ability to deal with shit is bigger than the shit you have to deal with.

That would have to be the manager who complained to my manager that I was too friendly and wasting his time by saying hello and asking how his day was going every time we talked on the phone. 😐

I’m gonna be the cynic and say it - I think what we have here is a scammer hoping people will reach out with donations.

The account didn’t exist before this post was made. OP has a 76 IQ but uses perfect sentence structure, grammar, punctuation, paragraphs and five-syllable words like qualification. My spidey sense is tingling.

I have a similar story. One of the security guards was found to have a hard drive full of BDSM porn. When interrogated about it, she said “It’s not pornography. Those are my holiday photos.” And sure enough, she was the one holding the whip.

The compromise reached was that she wouldn’t put her holiday photos on her office computer any more.

A lot of the time I’ll read a thread, realise I have nothing useful to add, and move on.

When people let their phones ring endlessly. For God’s sake - either answer it or mute it, don’t just ignore it!

Especially when I have socks on.

Living dangerously there, aincha?