I ordered a trans flag last week; should arrive any day now. Going in the window with my Bernie 2020 placard and my UPS union efforts placard. Maybe I’ll order a print of Luigi.

Oh my gosh it’s true.

I identify with so much of this. First off, I, first half forties, also did the Genius Bar to software development track. Good on ya. Leveling up your skills while working that demanding job says a lot.

There are multiple things I’d suggest. First, since you’ve invested a lot of time in the relationship, just approach him honestly and directly and let him know that these trends annoy you. Let him know that it’s disrespectful and ask him if to take your time into consideration. If he gets offended or objects, fuck him.

Next, I also have a tendency to hate life (even though I’ve got a good one, it’s more like I hate the world and our trajectory) and think about wishing I wasn’t alive. Same thing. Don’t want to die. Just don’t want to be here. Think about getting into therapy. I’m a huge advocate for talk therapy as it enabled me to radically change the course of my life. I was emotionally underdeveloped, diagnosed bi-polar, and hated myself. I reached the point of loving myself in 2019. It was a huge accomplishment.

Further, plan on seeing more than one therapist before finding the right one. I’ve had to meet at least one dud before finding a good fit each time (decades of therapy, moved to a different part of the country, one retired after a lot of years, so four duds and three good fits). Don’t give up because the chemistry isn’t a good match. Try again.

Finally, some of the friends that I’ve made came from online apps. One is someone I went on a date with and we liked each other but had no romantic chemistry. This person is now one of my closest friends and she and her partner do stuff with me and my partner today. You can use the apps in a just-looking-for-friends mode. Just let your partner know ahead of installing them (you said you were offered food and I’m guessing your software dev job means no roommate).

Good luck!

That’s not caving. That’s standing up and saying fuck you, your people don’t matter as much as the rest of the world because you’re lunatics.

Both imaginary.

I’m the little girl in front of the burning house.

Not really.

Glad I saw this. I downloaded the tool on recommendation from a forum post when I was reviving my homelab. I’ll nuke it for sure.

Insecurity.

Falls under “similar health maintenance.” I’m saying only pay money that supports the care and feeding (and vet care) of the animals. Don’t go to for-profit orgs.

adoption fees etc (they go back to shelter for costs etc)

Falls under “or similar health maintenance.”

Paying money to adopt an animal (beyond vet fees or similar health maintenance) seems insane to me. Don’t participate in the commercialization of animals.

I think you should have separate boot drives. I see people talking about Windows trashing Linux partitions occasionally. This would help prevent such from happening. Good luck!

It’s natural to feel sad seeing your work undone. Start searching for a new gig and do the best you can to not have an emotional response to the stuff you dislike; that’ll only make you exhausted and burned out.

I’m sorry your job got worse. Try to find where you can be happy again.

That’s what every 80s romcom taught me.

I’m not sure why? I wouldn’t, to answer the question.

There’s no meaning, no purpose. We’re random life on a random planet. Try to have a happy life and try not to inhibit the happiness of others. That’s it.

Seconded. It’s a very soothing show for being distracted enough to doze off.

Scattered gray hairs on head and beard. At this point, they look kinda good because I’m mostly retaining my natural color.

Used to be super skinny. Metabolism slowed and I have a beer gut.

Far less interested in pursuing hobbies into the wee hours of the morning. I like to go to bed by around 1030pm and wake early even on weekends. I woke naturally at 6am today (Saturday).

Feel out of place in some younger crowds like concerts for young artists. We were definitely some of the oldest people at a 100 Gecs show.

Neither would I. And don’t look at anything I’ve ever done.

Yeah, I suppose so. I only did it once in each instance. The act of thinking about it in such a way (involving motor coordination) did something to help embed the information. Sort of like how the act of writing is apparently more useful for memory than typing (something I have read but not verified).