That was a crossover promotion with archer, a show about essentially a giant dickwad james bond, voiced by the same guy who voices bob

Yeah here in the US no containers get reused as is, due to corporate lobbying from pre 1990. Aluminum also is less energy intensive to transport since containers weigh less! Both are infinitely preferable to plastic containers.

Go through your body from the head down, tensing each muscle for a few seconds and then letting it relax, one at a time. Then, work really hard at really envisioning somewhere, seeing all the detail in your mind’s eye. Focus on it. Imagine feeling the physical sensations of being there. The gentle sway of a hammock, the warmth of the sun radiating down on your face. Giving your mind something to focus on lets it stop being so active, and lets it relax. It’s like having the tv on late at night putting you to sleep.

With the physical relaxation from the tensing and loosening and the mental relaxation, sleep should come much easier. It does take practice though.

A string of plastic, not a hunk =D

Inflation is happening regardless of changes to the minimum wage.

Basically, it’s a buzzword and anything it’s attached to is pretty much a scam

Ime, people who are curious about anal and want to try putting something up their butt aren’t big enough to take cucumbers (or at least they think so, you’re stretchier than you realize), and people who can take larger stuff have actual toys that are better in every way. Although, as improv dildos, they’re actually not bad imo. Better than most everything else I tried when I was a curious butt noob

I mean, if I die instantaneously and painlessly, and conciousness is seemingly continuous for the surviving copy, why would I care?

My conciousness might not continue but I lose consciousness every day. Someone exists who is me and lives their (my) life. I totally understand peoples aversion to death but I also don’t see any difference to falling asleep and waking up. You lose consciousness, then a person who’s lived your life and is you regains consciousness. Idk

Question: why does my life has more value than my cats? We both think, we both feel. We both have people who love us.

Is mine more valuable because I have a longer lifespan? Are children with terminal cancer less valuable?

Is mine worth more because I’m self aware? I’m pretty sure some cats have shown self awareness with the mirror test.

Sure, I may be smarter. But, does that make me intrinsically more valuable? Why?

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Wen deez nutts? Around 8 pm

Well that is my average friday night

Chastity cage! =D

To help stop you jerking off. Getting super pent up and horny really really heightens anal for me, and it puts me in a fun subby headspace, even by myself

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I plug for a couple days at a time every once in a while, honestly you stop noticing the outside contact after a couple hours. Then you forget it’s there for the most part until you move and it grinds against your prostate and you’re like “oh right this is nice” and you start doing kegels and leaking in your cage

I think the title of that video is “The Rules for Rulers”

In your example, when you move out of your parents house so your dad can’t beat you anymore, the beatings might stop but the mental effect they’ve had on you remains. Those effects will, given time, cause other problems. Not guaranteed ofc, everyone’s situation is different, but it’s often the case. You need to deal with the effects to prevent them causing other problems. This can be a challenge if you don’t even realize they’re there, or don’t think of them as problems, or avoid dealing with them because you hate them.

I’ll use my life as a practical example. I was severely bullied early on in school. I essentially withdrew socially entirely, to avoid as much of it as possible. Depression set in, but at the time it was almost a blessing, because feeling nothing was better than dealing with it all. Fast forward to college–things are much better, I had friends, but I’m still dealing with a lot of self hatred, because you don’t spend 7 years of people hating you and come out the other side with a positive self image. Still depressed, still having suicidal thoughts. Just now, for the first time, I had social connections, and so a lot of anxiety about not screwing it up. Dated someone, who ended up falling in love with her idealized fantasy of me, not actually me, while I’m struggling to feel anything through the depression. We have an ugly split, and I come away blaming myself for not being that idealized fantasy, hating myself for hurting her and not being able to feel. My self image got worse. That made me extremely uncomfortable with relationships and romance in general, but I didn’t realize until I was asked out by a friend. She thought I was interested in her, and that caused me a lot of anxiety and self hatred for not being able to, guilt over making her think I was. There’s now so much self hatred, guilt, and negativity associated with dating and romance that I had to suppress any thoughts about it honestly. Fast forward to a year or so ago, I can’t handle thinking about being in a relationship let alone go dating. I moved to a new city for a job right after graduation just before the pandemic hit, so I didn’t have any friends in the area when we started lockdown and working from home full time. Even more socially isolated than when I withdrew completely all those years ago in school. When things started opening up again, not only did I not have any friends nearby to do anything with, but the old anxiety about being social in person from the start of college was back. You see how all the issues compound on one another? Talking with my therapist helped me understand all of this. She made me reconsider all of those events, helped me peel away the layers of guilt and self hatred that wrapped them to see the reality of those situations, rather than the distorted versions that I was beating myself with. On my own, I had learned coping mechanisms, ways of thinking and acting to let me function around my problems, but I didn’t even realize that they were fixable problems instead of just the natural way I was until I started therapy. I’m also on antidepressants, but it’s like… imagine the central heating in your house breaks. Your immediate problem is the cold, not the broken heater. You might have coping mechanisms, like bundling up and using more blankets and drinking hot drinks, you might start antidepressants, in this analogy plugging in a space heater or two, but the real long term solution is therapy to fix your central heating.

Your comment in general wasn’t offensive, just that one side note. Depression and mental illness can happen to anyone, it’s not something that happens to you because you’re not strong enough to resist it. You can’t avoid or stop being depressed through force of will.

A good therapist knows how to understand you and your problems and can help you understand them and yourself better. They can help you unwind the mental effects of traumatic events. It’s a lot more than just you venting to them, they actively challenge your perceptions and help undo the mental knots you’ve tied yourself in. Or at least, that’s what I’ve gotten out of it with my therapist. It’s not sharing secrets with a friend for hire, it’s like calling a mechanic and having them listen to the car running to figure out what’s wrong with it. They’re on the phone so they can’t fix it, but they can work with you to figure out what’s wrong and how you can wither fix it yourslef or work around it. As for your side note, that’s really condescending and rude honestly.

Yeah, but clearly it does make a lot of people feel good

Feelings are a powerful force. It makes people feel good, why would they stop?