My son straight up just has leftovers for breakfast. Spaghetti, soup, roast chicken. Whatever's in there he can heat up he'll have before I even finish my coffee.
Honestly, even if Americans can't afford to get a passport to travel, so many never leave the area they are born. Many don't leave thier regions. Many also do, but I've met townies.. I am a townie I guess, but even just living in a city myself for a time, opened my eyes.
Many of the bigoted people I've met have never left thier rural enclaves, and shockingly, they're afraid of cities (big and small) and anyone not like them, they shit all over anyone not born the same hospital they were. Is it ignorance? Fear? Insecurity? I don't know, I don't understand the mentality.
The United States is so large, so diverse, of course traveling abroad would be cool, but I wish more could simply travel our own country for a start, hell even just different areas of their own state might help some people I know broaden their horizons.
On console, we dont have art painting. I've seen people do different things with colored wire, and make signs/art that way. I haven't tried it myself yet, but it seems really cool. I've gotten very fast at hooking up electricity/water for a farm. I forget you can color the wire.
I've probably 500 hours or so, maybe more of I combine my PC/Console time. But there are monuments I still have never visited lol
PvE is a completely different story. It did take me a bit to find a server I liked though. I just like building things. I always put out a "take what you need" box for passerbys, and I've had folks just come into my house to check it out, and drop me skinned Aks and I'll drop em teas and shit. It's fun.
Sorta along the same lines, but, I love how differently my husband and I play Rust. He's on his official server doing what the game is meant for, and I'm just on my pVE building a villa/farm.
We need the farm update on console. I need pies and chickens. With the jungle update, my Lenovo Go can no longer handle Rust at all, so I'm back on console. It's missing some of my favorite features for farm build. I want to chase a chicken for that elusive egg fresh after wipe! And the flowers! Oh...
Back when robo tripping was common (I only did it over a few months and then never again), I took something like 600mg or the shit. Dexamethorphine fuck.
I thought I was turing into technology, somehow, and the refrigerator running was so loud it was painful.
I used to lucid dream a lot in this time, and had multiple out of body experiences.
The first time I did shrooms, I was given the shake from the dealers bag. Over 5grams of it I took.
At some point I got stuck at the mirror. It was horrible, and I ran away from it. I have since made a rule to not look in the mirror while on shrooms or lsd.
The mirror is a terrible place to be on that shit lmao.
I don't drink at all now, but Jager. We drank a lot of it when I was first drinking as a young adult, so much so I even think about how it smells I get nauseous.
I had to take algebra 1 twice in highschool. The fist time I took a college level course, and failed, but passed my second year in the gen course. I then failed algebra 2 miserably, though I will say that year was wild for me, and I didn't really have fucks for math class. I half assed it and was not surprised I failed. You can't half ass math class.
For me, was that if I missed one lesson, it began this giant snowball effect where I couldn't catch up, so in case of my first year algebra, I gave up and failed. It's the only class I ever failed.
The class moved really fast, and I have adhd (unknown to me then). I could thrive in English, History ect because the lessons are structured differently. Math, you dont viciously pay attention, or need more time, I couldn't keep up with its pacing in highschool. Once imaginary numbers were introduced, I just, yeah.
I yelled at a coworker once for this. He was kind of a slacker, and known as such. One day I was to be teaching him my line (plastic extrusion and slitting). It was a tough product and the blade box was shit and wrapped. It's a tense moment, we have to fix it quickly and do a restart, there is so much to do, and it's a giant pain in the ass.
I go to grab a tool, and like, be on your phone when things are good, I don't care, but it takes two to run this shit. I come back and he's still just staring at his phone, Facebook of all places, instead of fucking helping clear the wrap and prep the line. I yelled at him to go sit down if he wants to be on his phone as now he's in my way. I told him to get tf off my line if he wanted to play gossip on Facebook.
The only lady in my department, I don't think anyone spoke to him like that before. He put his phone away the rest of the shift and I avoided working with him again. This dude worked there longer than I did, knew less than I did, and got paid more. Fuck outta here.
I read everything I watch with subtitles. If it's on in the background, I am not paying attention at all. Music is background sound, not tv.
The only time I let something roll while I'm not paying attention, is when it's something I've already seen multiple times and am just comfort seeking.
My son straight up just has leftovers for breakfast. Spaghetti, soup, roast chicken. Whatever's in there he can heat up he'll have before I even finish my coffee.