If you’re an adult in no danger of pregnancy and not breastfeeding, licking the solder wire once won’t hurt you noticeably.

But if you’re worried that you’ll like the taste and might seek it out again, that’s a possibility.

I don’t think it’s really reasonable to expect to get away with it. I mean, with the FBI under its current leadership, maybe, but it still seems like it would be a self sacrifice.

I was straight up diagnosed with OCD as a child because they really didn’t want to believe a girl had autism. Throughout my life I’ve struggled with compulsions when I’m mentally struggling and had zero issues when things are otherwise calm (sometimes I’ll go years without any symptoms). I’d never thought of it as a stim, but it absolutely is a thing for me to focus on to release mental pressure/sort through inputs. That’s totally a stim.

Sorry to do the thing that this thread is about in the thread.

I had a customer tell me once that he could always recognize me from behind because I’m so skinny. I didn’t have a comeback, because what the fuck, but I told him that was something I didn’t want to hear from him and then he got all offended. He told me it was rude, so I told him next time he could recognize which barista was rude.

I will grant him this though, he did recognize me from behind at a different store, a couple towns over from my regular one. He recognized that he should wait for the other barista.

Sorry, it’s just soup to me

It’s definitely unfair that nasser and Epstein got jail time while trump didn’t. Only one way to fix that now

I find confrontation pretty difficult, and I force myself to be direct and assertive about my needs and wants with my husband, because he deserves it. A common mistake I made in previous relationships was bottling up things I didn’t like, but that leads to resentment every time. I understand the value of communicating openly with him, even if it feels like I’m not being “chill” enough and he is receptive to it, but it doesn’t mean it’s not hard.

My husband has a similar problem with talking about his preferences, because he was always taught that they’re secondary to his partner’s. He finds it difficult to tell me that he wants to spend time on solo activities, but I encourage him to practice his hobbies. Even though he knows I’m happy for him to decompress however works for him and to engage in the things that bring him joy, he still struggles against himself to do it, for us.

I make decisions differently because of our marriage (I have pretty significant executive dysfunction, so these might not sound like struggles to others, but they certainly have been for me)- where I previously might have just eaten lentils in a lean month, I now push myself to work more to support us. Where I used to write papers in a 48 hour frantic dash, now I start earlier and make sure I can allot breaks for meals with him and a regular sleep schedule (we live in basically a studio apartment, so keeping the computer on makes it hard for him to sleep). Where I would have left laundry hanging on the drying rack basically until I wore it again, I now force myself to put it away as soon as it’s dry (again because of the space issue).

I don’t think the marriage certificate itself caused these changes, but knowing that we’re in it for the long haul changed how I think about my relationship with my husband. I realized that I needed to work on myself to become the partner he deserves, but other people might be able to get to that mindset without the permanence of marriage. I just wasn’t and didn’t realize it until it changed.

Each of those changes is a positive one imo, even without considering their effects on our marriage, and we’re both improved for having married each other. That’s not even addressing the joy of being able to fully relax with the knowledge that your partner loves, accepts, and supports you, and will stay with you, even if things get difficult.

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In California it’s 187.

And now I gotta listen to sublime

Five years is a lot? They got married at 28/33, which doesn’t feel like a large age difference to me at all.

That’s only part of it. These vicious morons also truly believed that black teachers were worse and therefore didn’t want their children “disadvantaged.”

Do they still feel slimy if they’re finely diced? I love the taste but hate the texture of mushrooms, and mincing them to incorporate into a dish is the best of both worlds for me.

You mean like how chamomile isn’t tea? Because I probably call chamomile broth “tea” 100% of the time. Tea for me is anything steeped in muslin in boiling or near boiling water that you might sweeten

I’m also not big on tea, but rooibos tastes like essence of baked goods to me

During June 2006, days before the controversial presidential election of 2006, 84-year-old Echeverría was charged with genocide in connection with the massacre. He was placed under house arrest pending trial. In early July of that year (after the presidential elections), he was cleared of genocide charges, as the judge found that Echeverría could not be put on trial because the statute of limitations had expired.

Of all the crimes, it really feels like genocide shouldn’t have a statute of limitations

Or it’s delicious, store brand rooibos

I don’t have the equipment for a nighttime emission, but the only sex dreams I’ve ever had were with partners that I felt really weird about in the morning. They include: a friend of mine, a different friend’s dad, and Mikhail Gorbachev. I don’t want to fuck any of them.

People are talking about how smartphones didn’t have those features at first, but I just carried around a 2 language dictionary when I was traveling before cellphones were a thing. I’m not sure if they’re exactly the same everywhere, but I also always found reading an atlas/map to transfer pretty easily from one country to another (across North America and Europe, so there could be much greater variation in the world than I saw).

It sounds harder and it was, but only a little. You already knew how to read maps and at least you didn’t have to worry about a battery.

That’s a perfect comparison, actually. I would probably also have a snarky voice in my head while reading that, but I’ve never laid a railroad track or played baseball, so I don’t really have a leg to stand on

You just made me remember the smell of the Christmas decoration boxes we had growing up and now I’m tearing up. It was very slightly musty, newspapery, piney, and they always smelled (and were) cold.