frankfurt_schoolgirl [she/her]

I think everyone else already told you this, but never tell your employer anything about your medical history or health unless you need an accomodation or time off. There is literally no benefit to doing this. Especially when it’s something highly stigmatized, like NPD.

If they ask during a job interview, you need to be ready to lie.

People ask you your medical history during job interview? Where do you live?

(Also did you get the job?)

I think most people absorb a puritan idea of “removed” from society. Even like liberals, queer people, and sex nerds (people into kink) will have a version of this. For the right, it’s usually a very misogynistic idea about how female sexuality and anything gay is evil. And this is usually what makes conservatives want to quit porn, though sometimes they won’t admit it and they’ll talk about like their essence or whatever.

So like you don’t need to quite porn for the right reasons, you can just do it. But maybe spend some time thinking why you want to do it, and if it’s because of some idea of removed or shame then you should also think about it you really want to hold those ideas, because they will ultimately make you just as miserable as the porn did.

idk if being annoying is against the rules of your instance but it def should be

Suburban car culture. People can go on and on about the how they like driving, and like the freedom to drive everywhere, even if it makes them fat and lonely. But what about their kids? It’s insane that kids are essentially trapped at home unless a parent happens to have the ability to drive that somewhere. Your convenient lifestyle comes at the cost of raising neurotic introverts who won’t go outside.

Is that conky? I didn’t realize that worked on Wayland.

Worse.

I have this hazy, memory from when I was about 8. I was exploring a peat bog, which was fun because everything was soft and squishy and I could just run around. I saw some weird looking bushes, and decided to go check them out. But, as I ran up, it turned out there were growing over this sort of wet hole, where maybe there was a spring or something. I suddenly fell about 8 feet, and was in this mud pit slowly sinking. Luckily, I managed to grab some of those bushes I’d seen, and pull myself out. But it was very hard, because the mud was pulling me down like quicksand. Eventually, I crawled back out on the bog, covered in mud.

Nobody I was with remembers this, and honestly it might not be real. Childhood experiences are super weird.