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Cake day: June 4th, 2025

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  • Steak, fish, boiled potatoes and fish pudding, basically anything my dad made.

    I was 18 when I found out steak wasn’t supposed to be rubber. The foods in themselves should be good, but the way he prepared them, ruined everything.

    Now as an adult with my own kitchen and money, I can make the meals phenomenal in comparison to what dad made.

    Take the dish fried rice, everyone is head over heels about it, billions of people eat it. But for me it’s associated with some really terrible shit. Soggy rice, canned corn, grey minced meat, canned champignon and lots of oil. No seasoning except salt and the oil.






  • Isn’t it strange that “trusting” someone now, means letting them constantly spy on you?

    I talked to some late teens about it some months ago. They see it as an “I give you permission to see my every move” kind of thing, as in they have nothing to hide. And they do it pretty early on in relationships, as a show of commitment.

    I got my SO to turn off location tracking on Snapchat because I got a message from a family member about his location. She had screenshotted his location from the snap map, searched the address, found the person living there, searched him up, found out he’s also gay, and wondered if I knew he was out with another man?! FYI we attended a dinner party at the guys home.

    That’s the level of insane some people get. Constant surveillance, mixed with insecurities and stories of cheating, and you’ve got a shitty ass cocktail.

    Me having location shared with my partner of 20 years is one thing. But sharing it with anyone else? Fuck no.











  • The money thing is such a fucked up thing to say. “Do you know how much money you cost?!” As if the price of raising children is something a 6 yo is responsible for!

    If I was gay I’d have to be lobotomized, not would or could, I’d have to be… and he’d do it himself. 10 yo and wanted my dad dead.

    And the insane gaslighting! He’d stink of cigarettes, reeeeek! Clearly he’d been smoking, but would deny it with the shittiest lies: person X blew smoke in my face! I walked past someone who smoked!

    Or when I got a bicycle, dad would guilt trip me af for having spent money on it. And whenever I couldn’t cycle, meaning it would take 10 yo me an hour to get there (20ish KM), he’d be fuming and say he’d sell the bike since I’m not using it…

    I’m firmly a believer that having children shouldn’t be allowed for everyone. Some people are terrible and should be sterilized and enslaved. I just don’t know how to implement it, yet!