It’s largely Sarcasm. And by large, I mean lots. Like, most, if not all of it. It’s gonna be sarcasm.

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Cake day: July 29th, 2023

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  • I am so happy with the advances in keyboard technology. i have really heavy fingers when i type. Not physically, but I’ve always used a bunch of force despite my best efforts.

    And love mechanical keys, so that makes everything super duper loud.

    Thankfully there are entire youtube channels devoted to keyboards and I was able to find a board that can be mechanical and wonderful but not sound like the end of days whenever try and send an email or type out anything too long. ___





  • Wage_slave@lemmy.mltoMemes@lemmy.mlEverytime
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    10 months ago

    Growing up weird and poor in a very conservative and arrogant part of the prairies, I was bullied relentlessly. The teachers never did anything unless it was me fighting back, to which it was suspension and I was a bad kid.

    As high school came along, I grew more and more violent to the point I wasn’t a loser or a tough guy, but a snap case. The other kids thought I was edgy, the parents thought I was bound for prison, and the teachers probably had a beer when I dropped out.

    My mom didn’t know what to do. And this was in a time where if your kid was in therapy, it’s was your failure as a parent. Combined with my disgust at the idea that I was what was broken, it was off the table. It wasn’t until I was in my twenties that I went for psychological help.

    By then, I was so suicidal and gone that I wouldn’t be near ok until my late thirties. In my mid forties now, I look back and see myself as the potential shooter. I’m holding back my emotions right now, thinking of it. Fortunately, there were no guns at my disposal back, back then is how I feel looking back. I don’t know if I’d be able to hurt anyone like that, but I’d fuck myself up.

    I lay a lot of blame on a system that allowed it to happen. In a community where open racism and homophobic views were the norm at the time, teachers were as judgmental as the students in some situations. Now maybe if I were white, it’d be easier, but even the broke white kids didn’t get any breaks. Especially from the teachers.

    Look at me go, a meme has me fucked up thinking back and dumping online. But yeah, there it is.

    I’d like to close by saying the town I grew up in is a far different place now. I’ve moved back and feel good here. I see teachers and bullies who don’t make eye contact, will not recognize me at all (which is my favorite) and the occasional happy to see you moments. I don’t communicate well in public these days, so it makes it ultra awkward, much like being in high school, talking to students you barely know.


  • I’ve been talking a bunch of shit out of annoyance. And there’s a bunch of posts echoing exactly what I was complaining about.

    Even getting called a liar.

    This is the only reasonable or polite response I’ve seen. Missed one maybe?

    So thanks. I really shouldn’t be painting the entire lifestyle with the same brush, because well here we are.

    So I’ll shut up, and say thanks. And for the record, my kid still makes me get the impossible patties. She’s not veg anything, so ita just cause they’re good and that on its own should be good enough. Not all is lost in my removed.


  • I won’t go near the comparison to one’s sexual preference, to another voluntary dietary habits.

    But, you’re not wrong. If this was something that was super important to me and life affecting, then you are completely right.

    Now, as someone who is just trying to not eat meat for personal and whatever reasons, that’s not how you get people into your cause. I am not bound to it, and the perception of the community is something i get to have liberty with.

    How about “well, it’s not an animal. not bad”. Not being me with my kid hearing that her favorite burger patty (the impossible one) is a waste of money and an embarrassment to the real vegans in the middle of the safeway by a random asshole stranger, who had the after thought to explain how tofu is better totally not noticing that his very life is in danger.



  • Being called stupid and criticizing my decisions kept me from “being brave”

    Like “You’re not good enough until you are this much” bullshit. If that’s the attitude, then fuck no. Why do I wanna go even further into things if y’all are assholes right off the bat. Like, no. fuck you. If it’s this complicated then I am going to do what has been a life of hassle free eating. My guilt is very easily wiped away like that.



  • In Canada, there is no tax write off or anything that compliments them in donations. It is totally and utterly a cock measure for “lookie at what we done!” for PR by making their employees ask people to their face for charity on behalf of the corporation. And the charities will encourage this because, well they get it all and they’re name also gets said directly to the face of the consumers.

    essentially they replaced a separate paid mall santa with an already paid teller and feel good about it.

    So please, tell Y’all Mart to fuck off. Find a manager to explain your distaste and disgust. Legit, go to customer service and get a manager. If you think you’re super cool and clever with “smrt cuments” or anger towards the poor fuck who has to ask, no. You’re an asshole and just being a cunt to ruin someones day. It’s not the worker, stupid. Many rely on those charities and it is doubly insulting and embarrassing to even bring it up.

    “I might need those har har har” fuck you. the person you are being a tard to is already on them. Shut. The. Fuck. Up.

    If you mean it, and feel that desire to say it, take it to the fucking manager. Keep those pricks standing there for hours. You’d actually be getting your message into the correct channel, and likely doing the clerks a favor because i have never met one that felt good about having to ask people for money like that.