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Oof, I think I might be you from about 13 years in the future, after it all falls apart and you are deep into putting it all back together knowing much more about yourself.

I'm trying to think of how to distill this down into something memorable yet meaningful...

Make your personal well-being a top priority in your daily life, and make actual decisions based on that. But this is easier said than done, because we all have differed customized manuals for our brains and bodies, and we do not get a copy, so we must reverse engineer it. So look for opportunities to do the thing that you know will lift your spirits or get you moving instead of the thing that you actually want to do. For me this was usually socializing with friends, or giving in when my son wants to play way too much and I'm in the middle of a game or project. Or with work, deciding to drive to work with the windows down rather than snoozing a bit longer and working from home because my ADHD ass is useless working from home.

Lean into your hobbies, especially if they do not involve what you do at work. Double especially if they get you outside. Make conscious decisions to funnel more of your time and money towards the big hobby. This should not feel like a commitment or homework, it should feel like permission to do something you already want to do. Having something to be eager and excited about, something to look forward to, is good for the mind. For me, this centers around nature and animals. We have tons of pets now, but my big hobby is my koi pond. I am upgrading it this year, so for several weeks I have been spending hours at a time outside playing in the dirt, doing construction. I am lifting heavy shit while listening to music and going extended periods without seeing a screen. My phone is often in some shade by my tools while I use wireless earbuds.

Oh and drugs are your friend. That goes for ADHD medication, other mental health meds, and of course weed used in the right ways.

It’s less about the y2k bug itself and more about the cultural phenomenon. It was everywhere, and it was huge, and then absolutely nothing happened. It was the best possible outcome AND the funniest possible outcome.

With stuff like that, it hits different when you live through it and it’s part of popular culture for years. It leaves grooves in the ole neurons.

In contrast I could think about how terrifying the Cuban missile crisis must have been. The fiery end of the world could happen at any moment and everybody knows it. And we even find out afterward that the world was basically saved by one Soviet service member. I can empathize with living through that, but since it happened long before I was born, I don’t have the vivid memories of the actual emotions invading my normal day to day.

If this dork were a REAL capitalist he’d know that money flows to where it is utilized most efficiently. Lesser enterprises are best killed off. Charming small businesses are for the weak!

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Seeing that face and the quote "Don't get in my way... I will run right over you" I literally checked to make sure it wasn't the onion before browsing the comments.

I remember my dad telling me decades ago how it was such quality because it was old enough to have forged parts rather than machined.

I am nearly certain I don’t have easy access to a photo of it, but it was a classic look. Bolt action rifle with a dark barrel, all wood body and stock, modest scope, and a leather carrying strap.

I don’t really admire the look of guns any more than I might with something like a power drill. But in this case it’s associated with nice memories of when Dad let me shoot the big rifle from grandpa, or just hiking through the woods with my dad while he was the one carrying it.

For some background, I’m obviously American, but I also had an early childhood out in the country. I mean “I played in the corn field that bordered my giant back yard” country. I knew the farmer too, because he’d let my dad hunt on his land. Sometimes we’d hang out in his house and BS on the way in or out.

.270 is a neat caliber. I rarely hear about it (not that I frequent gun discussions) but am familiar with it because that’s the caliber of my dad’s deer hunting rifle which also belonged to my WW2 veteran grandfather.

And yeah it’s not very comparable to a 22 except for starting with a two. It’s a high powered rifle. You can think of it like a .30-06 but with a slightly smaller and faster bullet.

If you wish you carve a path from scratch, first you must create the universe.

many of them produce a baby in 4 or 6 mo after the wedding

Wow, they are just precocious in every way, aren’t they?

I think it’s a bit of a misnomer. It’s not that people are abandoning their jobs, it’s that they are abandoning the toxic mindset that says line must go up, that good people are good worker drones for their superiors, etc. It’s more like quitting your career but keeping your job even if in a half-assed way.

I think the problem for modern youth is that there’s no way to tell what’s an ad anymore.

Too true. Fortunately my kid is too young for full blown social media, so I have a few more years to keep teaching him.

And I genuinely loved all that stuff as a kid, usually liking the ad (e.g., TMNT cartoon) more than the toys (e.g., TMNT action figures).

As your typical Lemmy user who loves Linux and hates advertisements, I sometimes have to remind myself about that when my son is watching today’s dumb kid shows. Teaching him about the systems in play rather than isolating him from it has been working well IMO.

The bonus is that he doesn’t watch full-on advertisements and commercial breaks like we were forced to in the 80s when it was live TV or no TV.

I’m glad to see the meme creator was smart enough to keep their Printer Gun handy!