What are you thinking at the moment?

Marmaduke wrote:

Courage wrote:

Marmaduke wrote:

Courage wrote:Why do people say they want NSA fun and then want something serious? NSA is a sacred acronym, it shouldn't be dishonored. I like being independent.

Yeah, fuck those guys for finding there’s more to you than first appeared.

It's not about what I'm like, it's about knowing what we want and expressing that before meeting up. There's a lot of guys I would fuck but can't stand their personality. Also a lot of hookups have this thing about cuddling. Sorry but they need to find someone to give them actual affection, I don't cuddle random hookups and I want to sleep solo in my own bed so I need that NSA to actually mean something.

You’re right, I’ve not afforded the Shakespearean tragedy that is your love life the gravitas it so clearly deserves. Heaven forfend you should afford someone intimacy, that would be like them stealing from you. Everyone else is just there for your use, Iago.

Your relationship with sex and intimacy is fucking dreadful. You should work on that. Like, I get casual relationships. Nobody is saying you need strings. But “I don’t cuddle random hook-ups” is right up there with “I don’t kiss guys” on the emotionally immature spectrum of infantile bullshit.

Only a child would summarise a cuddle in an intimate moment as “something serious”. Legitimately. A child. Not even in the double-digit age range.

Brenden wrote:My mom turned 60 today and it’s so sad. Her life is a mess; poor decisions on top of poor decisions. It’s so frustrating because I try and hint at what she can do to improve her situation, but she doesn’t get the hints and blames circumstances.

Now my grandmother is basically sending her money… and I’m really upset that she’s accepting it. My grandmother and grandfather had to sell their house the other year and downsize to an apartment in an older-person building, so they’d have more liquidity to live on. This was a house they’d had since the 80s, which they’d made their own and settled into over the decades. My grandfather literally renovated every inch of it at least once if not twice over. There’s built-in furniture that he made, modifying pieces from the 50s and 60s which my grandmother — who has excellent mid-century modern taste — had been acquiring over the years. Worst of all, most of my happiest childhood memories happened at that house.

Ugh. It’d be less bad if the money were going to getting her into a better situation, like a specific amount of money for her to move to a better economic area closer to family.

But it’s not, it’s just going to service her insane debts accrued from years and years of consumer gluttony — buying so many DVDs she has unopened duplicates and triplicates, buying dozens of stupid tchotchkes that probably cost $50 or so each, buying clothes to try on and then never returning them in time, buying so much shit she doesn’t fucking need it’s difficult to walk around.