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Paper wasps have a unique perspective of “provoked.”
I was tired so I just decided to land and rest on your head. Why are you provoking me?
I was building a nest in the only door you use to come in and out of your house. When you tried to leave, I flew directly into your path and basically body checked you. Why are you provoking me?
“My life is falling apart, and things somehow seem to keep getting worse with each day that passes. So, you know, just living the dream.”
Or if you want to keep it brief, “Pretty sure I must have pissed somebody off in another lifetime.”
Had a c-section on a Thursday afternoon. For some reason, late Friday afternoon my doctor said I had to confirm if I wanted her to order any pain medication because no doctor would be on the floor overnight.
Still don’t understand why I had to confirm ordering the meds, instead of her just leaving an order in case it was needed. Anyway, I asked if the epidural had fully worn off and if I was already in as much pain as I would be in. She said “yeah pretty much,” so I declined. Turns out that wasn’t true.
A few hours later, a nurse came in to my room to check on why I was just letting my newborn keep screaming. She found me squirming around like a turtle on its back and sobbing while my husband was snoring and sleeping through all of it.
I remember telling her I could feel my stitches tearing every time I tried to move (they weren’t, it just felt like it). I was begging for anything to help with the pain, but since the doctor left without putting in an order for any medication, she couldn’t even give me Tylenol.
So far in my life, that has definitely been my most physically painful experience.
Daaawww!! Blocky headed boi!! 😍
Willingness to be the parent you needed growing up, but also be able to really reflect on the job you’re doing, and make sure you’re not somehow projecting your own bullshit on to your relationship with your child.
Willingness to give yourself some grace when you can’t always be the parent you wish you could be, but along with accepting that you’re only human, accepting accountability and acknowledging when things go wrong.
Be willing to apologize to your child/acknowledge when you mess up, and remember that they learn how to resolves conflict and handle the mistakes they make by watching how you handle yours. If you were in the wrong, don’t just convince yourself that you get a pass for being human/being the “adult” in charge. Talk to your child about what happened.
I also feel like it’s very important in general not to try to hide reality from kids. You have to have the difficult conversations, and not just the birds and the bees. (That’s actually the easier side of the “difficult to talk about” spectrum).
You need to talk to your kids when people they love get sick, when people lose their jobs and are under stress, when money is tight. There are certainly different ways you have to handle explaining situations to a kid vs an adult, but it’s such a terrible idea to just plaster on a smile, sweep things under a rug to buy yourself time, and pretend everything is ok when your kid can clearly tell something is wrong.
When you refuse to communicate anything about what’s really going on, you leave people (both adults and kids) with no choice but to come up with their own explanations. Often kids just default to blaming themselves, and your attempt to protect/shield them from reality only ends up doing more harm.
I was under them impression that just using the internet in America might subject you to domestic surveillance.
It’s a tricky balance. You have to learn to let yourself trust and rely on others, but also understand it’s a gamble.
Be ready for the possibility that you may end up having to pick yourself up if they let you fall. It’s not necessarily because people don’t want to do the right thing. They’re only human.
You’ve almost certainly let somebody down at some point. As long as you didn’t set out with the intention of hurting the other person, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. That’s just life.
You have to learn to give yourself and others grace when it’s deserved, and accept that sometimes it’s not deserved. You have to learn to be vulnerable, but also learn to be resilient. Refusing to take the risk just because you’re afraid of being let down or letting others down, is a guaranteed way to be lonely.
Once you’ve prepared a really good soup from scratch you appreciate how much effort really goes into all of the subtle flavors. Like a can of soup ain’t shit, but when you peel and chop your own ginger, add chilli and lime, and that’s just the base of the soup before you start adding other things, you’ll get it.
Especially if you’re eating it while getting over a cold, and it’s the first thing you really taste in days.
Best is either Rear Window or Psycho. Worst is Marnie. But it’s so over the top bad it’s kinda funny.
I worked at a TCBY right after I graduated from h.s. I insisted on wearing checkered vans even though they had no support and no traction. People tried to warn me not to but I didn’t listen. One night I was working by myself and the store got absolutely slammed after a football game ended.
I was running all over the place and at one point had to refill one of the yogurt machines. Before it freezes it’s just a really thick liquid, and as I was speed walking back to the front clutching a giant bag of liquid yogurt in my arms, my vans slipped. I squeezed the yogurt bag in a hug as I went down, and a sea of yogurt spread out across the floor like an oil leak. Then I ended up slipping in the yogurt, screaming in surprise, twisting my knee and finally landing on my ass.
I started crying mainly bc my knee hurt so bad, but also because it was embarrassing as fuck. I slowly got up and limped to the back to get a mop covered in goo, and when I came back out everybody started clapping for me. Not even in a mean sarcastic way, just bc they felt bad for me. It was so sad and pathetic lol. I did get a lot more tips than usual though.
Similar incident ~10 years later. I was working in a lab and somebody asked me to refill this giant 20 gallon carboy full of 95% ethanol. I should have asked for help to move it off of the cart it was on, but it was the last thing I needed to do for the day and I was in a rush to leave.
I started to lift it, but of course I dropped it and the spigot broke off. The ethanol started pouring out and flooding the room while I struggled unsuccessfully to plug the hole. I ended up soaked, and the mess was so bad it flooded the floor, went under the door, and formed a giant puddle of ethanol in the hallway outside.
I could hear people outside the door saying things like “Oh my God, what happened?!” I was trying to clean up the mess inside the room and hoping they would just go away so I could eventually clean up the hall. Instead they just started alerting more people to come and see the mess.
The door was locked, but eventually somebody got one of the custodians to come unlock it. When it opened I was just standing there, soaked in ethanol in the flooded room and surrounded by stacks and stacks of completely saturated paper towels that I had thrown all over the floor, but weren’t nearly enough.
A reboot of the 21 jump street reboot? A re-reboot?
Oohhh, that makes a lot of sense. It’s like a don’t horny open inside chain of events. Poor lil fellers.
What’s the deal with that?
Is it like a trend/narrative being intentionally pushed on lemmy? Or something that just started with one person and spread naturally?
Or just a natural reaction to spring time?
When people admit to being wrong or can laugh at themselves/give others grace for doing something stupid, instead of getting super defensive or nitpicky about it (which is not an easy thing for humans to do) I’m always left with a sense of admiration.
Like we always grow up hearing about how everybody is smart/talented in their own way. To an extent, I honestly believe that’s true.
But I also believe the reverse is true. We’re all very dumb in our own unique way. That’s not to say there aren’t general levels of intelligence and stupidity, or that anything is predetermined. Just that you would have to be pretty stupid to believe you’re exceptionally talented or gifted in every possible way.
It’s not easy to accept about ourselves, but most people seem to understand that, at least to some extent. There are some very special people that seem determined to dedicate their lives making sure there can be no doubt about their capabilities and skills, whether it’s intellect in the traditional sense or anything else.
Behind Kim Jong Il’s Famous Round of Golf
Don’t have a subscription, but just made me realize how much more convenient it would be to just have the option to purchase a single article vs a 6 month subscription.
Obviously no paywall would be preferable but there are times when I would actually pay a small amount for the article. Especially for smaller publications.
Does anybody offer that? Seems kinda crazy that news seems to be getting increasingly paywall crazy without even offering the option.
Maybe I’m just not remembering correctly but I feel like it’s always a “view this article and more by subscribing” paywall popup
I’ve had this vacuum for a few years. Can’t remember how much we paid for it originally but it’s currently $22.
We have a shared hand held vac at work that’s a very expensive name brand, and when I have to use it, I always find myself surprised at how much better this one is.
It’s got more attachable parts, fits better into tight spaces, and it’s got a little flashlight to help you see if you’re actually getting everything from dark corners.
Also the filters are washable, so you don’t have to buy replacements.
I feel like the battery might not be super great, but I just try to keep it charging when not in use. Other than that, no complaints.
Physiologically, rats can’t vomit. (Not to brag or anything, but I also know somebody who claims they saw it happen once)
I always avoid killing bees but I am terrified of wasps. I grew up getting stung by these fuckers constantly. That’s how I found out I’m allergic.
They’re extremely aggressive and live in giant nests together. If you kill one, it releases pheromones or something that signals to the others and they swarm. I would beg my parents to do something about them because they made life absolutely miserable, but they had this weird fatalist attitude about them like “the wasps were here long before we were. They’ll be here long after.”
Realized as an adult that decoy paper wasps nests are very cheap and work surprisingly well as a repellent. You can also just use a brown paper sack. Could have saved myself from some very traumatic encounters if I had known that sooner.