snake-oil-lullaby said:"interesting" is the filler word, but that’s lost it’s meaning in this day and age. I don’t know what to tell you, because, as you can tell, I’m supper duper drunk.
How can you continue to type grammatically correct sentences while super duper drunk? I don’t doubt you at all, but I’ve seen this being done before and I just don’t get it. peple tend t type loke this whn theyr drunk fro what i undrestand. And/or they’re stumbling around and can’t even find their laptop/phone never mind write something on it. But then I’ve had conversations with people (okay…a person) through text and they’re like e=mc squared and they’re rambling on with perfect grammar and spelling…and then they’re like ‘wow I’m so drunk’ and it’s like…what? You write better than I do sober. Seriously. As someone that hardly drinks and has never been drunk, does it not affect your vision? Seriously though.
To those sweet, sausage fingers…
Work your magic. I give you my permission. His brain doesn’t need to know. I’ll reward you very graciously, I promise. Make sure those pink lips are along for the ride as well. Again, his brain doesn’t need to know.
If someone you’ve only just met, but someone you think you might be interested in reveals something about themselves that is not normal, is ‘cool’ an okay response?
Like if someone is like ‘I only have 4 toes on my right foot’ could you be like ‘cool!’ Or is that insensitive? If cool is not appropriate, how else could you respond?
I was thinking today…
I don’t know if I want kids anymore.
I’ve already decided I don’t want to get married. I want to spend the rest of my life with someone (assuming it stays golden for that long), but I don’t want to deal with the whole marriage BS.
And I’ve always wanted kids. When I was younger I wanted lots of kids. Lots and lots. And then the number slowly started lowering. And now I’m not sure if even one is in the cards.
I’m not sure why. It just seems like life is a little more…difficult with kids. I don’t know. I guess it depends on the type of life you’re living and how you incorporate your kids into that life…but most people just seem so regretful and unhappy. Yeah yeah they love their kids…but all they seem to do is complain and bitch about them. I don’t want that to be me. I don’t want to find a person…have kids with that person and grow apart from that person because my focus is now on my children and then realize I’ve been living with a stranger once my kids have grown.
I don’t want my life to revolve around soccer and gymnastics lessons. I guess it does give life some meaning that it might not have had before…But I don’t know if it’s the meaningfulness I’m after anyway. I just want happiness. Kids are a financial burden. They cause a lot of stress. Parents are always tired. And to be a good parent, you need to put in a lot of effort. If you want these kids to grow up to be great, you need to give them everything you’ve got.
Maybe I’m just looking at my own parents. Always bitching and nagging. It drives me insane. Of course they love us. But god…
I want to be cuddled up to a warm body next to a campfire on a clear summer evening and just look up at the stars (fireflies in the distance would be great). And I want to pause that moment and then stretch it out and then play it and live that for the rest of my 60ish years on earth. Just simple comfort and warmth and love.
**But one thing that makes me so fuzzy about having kids with someone I love very much is having a little piece of them…Getting to experience them as a child. You know? I don’t want to come off as creepy at all…But wouldn’t you love to be able to get to know your SO at all of their ages? Is that weird? Like wouldn’t you love to go to the park with them and ask them about their favourite dinosaur or whatever and just learn about them? idk. You’re missing all of that when you meet someone at an older age. I think that’s something that childhood sweethearts are lucky to have.