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  • Where I am, I don’t think there are many towns without a library. I grew up laminate poor in the 90s, and even we had encyclopedias.

    *I was going to say dirt poor, like dirt floor poor, and the basement was dirt and stone, but the kitchen had laminate. So it was more like post economic boom poor. Laminate poor, eh eh

    I could imagine some more rural areas of the world not having access to libraries in their town, or being too broke to afford encyclopedias and other books, or having parents who don’t put importance on it. I’ve met too many parents today in that last group.

    Even so, I used my school’s library more than the town one growing up. I’d hope your school had one


  • I’m actually thinking about getting a full set of encyclopedias for the house so my 12 year old can use them. He just asked me as I was typing, “are moles nocturnal?” Lol.

    I think it helps with spelling/critical thinking to look things up in physical books, and more importantly, I don’t have to be standing over his shoulder as he looks for information, as my son just can’t get the hang of internet safety yet…

    He’s absolutely spent time reading the dictionary, he was reading it often between ages 6-8. I thought it was super adorable the first time I saw him doing it. I consider myself pretty dumb too, but being able to seek information properly is so important; “I may not know the answer, but I can try and find it” is core critical thinking in practice.

    Of course, this doesn’t apply in the same way when the child/young mind is just typing the question into a chat box for an easy answer, all the while autocorrect is fixing every spelling/grammar error for them. Books man, the easiest parental control there is for learning imo












  • I just had a talk with my son, 12, this morning about the bad feelings we get when we lie, trick, or cheat and are caught. For me, I explained, it can even physically hurt because my chest tightens. Sometime around when I was my son’s age, I decided I wanted to avoid that feeling at all costs, and just stopped trying to lie, or trick, or get away with something wrong, because the risk was never worth it.

    I may not be rich, or powerful, or hell even interesting, but I do sleep well at night and nearing middle age, I’ve more love in my life than I’ve ever had before. I hope to pass that to my son. Honest man’s living is superior.

    My neighbor will tell me all about her grown son (who I know as a racist shit bag, and his son bullys mine) is so successful financially, yet in the same breath tells me she doesn’t bother wasting money on her garden because she can get free tomatoes from the food bank.

    Money doesn’t mean one is successful in my opinion. Are they happy? Do they love themselves? Do they treat others kindly? Do the add to their community in positive ways? Do they never take more than they need so that others can have too? That’s success.

    I prefer to have my conscience clean, and be the brokest person out there, than to lie, sceme, cheat to gain some arbitrary “success”.





  • There was a drug house across the street from me once. You’d see people in and out all day/night. One perfect sunday morning, I heard a commotion. Some dude was pissed the dealer stole his money and was trying to bang the door down. It goes on for a bit, until I see the dealer come out the back with a baseball bat, the guy ran off the property to where is car is parked, and called the police on him lmao they called the police on themselves.

    Both were arrested. And the drug house was done for, thank goodness. Wildly entertaining.


  • One of my worst apartment had bedbugs. Even with my best efforts, they moved with us. Was finally able to detroy them at the second place, but the livingroom (only room with carpet) had to stay empty for 5 months. I was afraid to even put a couch in there.

    Still the worst place for me was a one bedroom apartment on the first floor in the sticks. Small little place in New England. The basement had no insulation, broken window, and access for mice. So many mice, on top of that there was a massive draft in the winter. My power outlets gave off a cold draft. How does a power outlet have cold air come through it? It was $600/month for electric heat, keeping my thermostat at 58. Im still, ten years later, in debt from three winters there. The last summer I was there, the septic backed up into the dooryard. It smelled so bad. The landlord kept trying to bandaid every issue. Until finally she paid for the building to get on sewer, and sold the place as a money pit.

    She had the nerve to get mad at me after I moved out because when she pulled up the carpet it was gross under it. That carpet was not new when I moved in. I am so clean, I get massive anxiety if my place is not clean, so I’m anal about it. It was just me and a baby who lived there, like- ugh. Stupid bitch landlord, inherited the place from her father and was in over her head.