i just learned that when my great uncles were 11 and 12 their dad took them out to a cabin in the middle of deep rural alaska, gave them a rifle, and left them there for 4 months, where they survived on hunting big game like elk… four fucking months… 11 and 12. what in the hell
and they were only taken back because someone outside the family got wind of it and called the authorities djjdjsjdjjskdnsnks
technology related sensory memories from my childhood
sliding the metal cover on floppy disks
the slight resistance of inserting cassette and video tapes
ripping off the strips of holed paper off of dot matrix printer paper
rolling the wheel on a disposable camera to take another photo
The heaviness and rubber texture of the roller ball in a computer mouse, and the little ring of lint
Unkinking the curly cord of a telephone while you talked
The -peww sound and slowly fading image of a crt monitor turning off, and then running your finger through the static on the dusty glass
The crunch of opening or closing a plastic Disney vhs cover
The sound effects in kidpix
Extending and collapsing metal antennas and using them as magic wands
…God, it is so weird these things aren’t around any more. Cause it’s true, the sensations are so distinct. It’s bizarre to think about missing these tiny relics.
Every time my extended family gets together in upstate ny, we (the Adults) all get wasted & at least 1 giant Family Scandal comes out…..tonight is that night..
We’ve Got A Winner Folks, And It Involves Arson AND A Nun!
So apparently my aunt cecelia (not really my aunt, just the best friend of my dads cousin, whomst we also call aunt) once married a dude referred to only as Florida Asshole. He was named such because he apparently left my aunt cecelia while she was in the hospital, stole all of their stuff, and fucked off to florida. Aunt cecelia then hired a p.i. to find him, as u do, and went down to florida with my dads cousin (who was going to florida for a work trip, and had no idea Florida Asshole was there). Apparently the p.i. told aunt cecelia which city the guy was in, but hadnt found the exact address yet, so ofc aunt cecelia did what any other able bodied half insane scorned person might. She went to a costume shop, bought a full nun costume, and went door to door under the assumption that she was collecting charity. (She did, in fact, donate everything she collected. This was an important fact to her). At one of the houses, she looked in the window and noticed an awful lot of furniture that used to be hers. So she, obviously, went to a gas station and bought several cans of gasoline, threw a molotov cocktail through the front window, and began pouring gasoline over the rest of the house. At this point, Florida Asshole came outside, recognized his ex wife looking like a renegade nun sent to punish him for his sins, and began beating her. The neighbors, seeing the strange new man beating a nun in his front yard while his house was on fire, did the only sensible thing in this story and called the police. Who promptly arrested Florida Asshole for assaulting a nun. Aunt cecelia did not get arrested, came clean to her best friend, and was immediately sent back to new york with a ticket bought under my other aunt’s name. We don’t know if she still has an arrest warrant out for her in florida, and that’s tonight’s Family Scandal!
“Telling someone that they can help their mental illness is the same as telling someone they can help the fact that they have cancer. Think about it.”
— -random soul
You can. Help your mental illness. I’m not gonna say you can absolutely 100% surely get rid of it, obviously that depends a lot on WHAT sort of illness you’re dealing with because “mental illness” is a pretty damn vast thing, but thinking that it’s fully out of your control is a pretty damaging attitude to have.
And I’d say the same with cancer too to a degree, although I do think it is much more out of your control than most mental illnesses, but you CAN HELP YOURSELF with certain ways of living, shocker.
And if you get diagnosed of cancer while it’s still in it’s early stages, you can stop it from spreading and getting worse, right?
DON’T ever ignore the first signs, or that shit will kill you! If the symptoms start to show, go see a doctor ASAP. Doesn’t matter if it seems insignificant to you because it’s definitely not.
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