If your dust analogy stands, why do you clean your ass? The poop is just going to come back.

I’m obviously not suggesting you stop cleaning your ass, but rather reassess how you see necessary regular menial tasks.

Nobody likes them, but they are what they are. Regular and necessary. You can even start to like them by meditating on task itself, and by expressing gratitude towards the conclusion, which in this example is a nicer cleaner space to live.

Of fucking course they are.

Alcohol.

I married her.

Welcome. There’s a lot of shit here. It’s like the early days of the Internet. The early days of reddit. Little bit of everything. Grow a thick skin if stuff offends you, or find your safe spots. There are as many great places and people as there are bad. And there are sheltered safe spots if that’s what you’re looking for.

You are extremely self centered in how you see the world. There are as many people in the world and in the fediverse that would say kick you out because you don’t have their best interests at heart. We can argue right and wrong all you want but that’s not the point, especially since it sounds like you don’t want to do any arguing. That’s how a lot of folks feel, and they are here too.

There are also plenty of trolls and foreign bad actors. We’ve really got it all already.

It’s actually really awesome and truly helps with my work.

Why?

A career is about skill mastery. Pick something valuable, that you enjoy or can tolerate, and just keep practicing at it. If you’re smart enough to go to an engineering school that’s the right track. Otherwise welder, electrician, plumber, tree trimmer, lineman, whatever. Just master the skill. Don’t do the bare minimum to get a paycheck. Master. The. Skill.

How has no one mentioned The Wire. It might be, without exaggerating, the best show ever made, still.

Update, he didn’t. Went to sleep in his bed, then came into our room in the middle of the night. We put him back in his bed and he slept some more. Then ran back into our room and we just let him in the bed because we were too tired at that point.

He’s been sleeping with us for most of a year. Tonight he’s excited for his new big kid bed. We’ll see if he makes it through the night.

Honestly it’s a bad idea. Might be fine, might not be. Not worth the risk. Some unhoused folks are addicts or mentally ill. People tend to return to places that become familiar. The might come back again. Maybe to rob you.

I’m speaking from experience. I gave a guy a place to live to try to get back on his feet, in exchange for some work. Realized he’s a severe addict and couldn’t get rid of him. Then I look like the asshole for putting him back on the street.

Couchsurfing.org

I’m a father of a toddler and work from home. I literally can’t imagine having to be gone a work all day and missing all the little moments.

Mars Attacks. The screaming aliens and the guns that turn people into colorful skeletons.

It was all the build up to that point. The fields, the dogs, the encounters where the characters never actually see them. The denial, trying to convince themselves it’s nothing. Animals, or prankster neighbors. Then in an instant, all their worst fears are true.

I have a friend who works at the morgue. He drives the hearse, picks up bodies that don’t need autopsies, prepares the bodies, hosts the funurals, a lot of it. He knows the guys who operate the crematorium and dig the graves well. He can make a body disappear. He also finds plenty of John Does, unidentified bodies. Mostly ones that float up to the shore, severely decayed. He’s told me if I needed, I’d just have to lay low for a few weeks and he’d have a body in my casket.

The raw materials are carrots.

I completely agree, they should sue the local municipality, whoever is responsible for that bridge.

I don’t remember.

If you’re working permanent remote, just do what I did and move to where you like to vacation.