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Did he speaka your language?
don’t keep sweatin’ what I do 'cause I’m gonna be just fine
Did he speaka your language?
The weird thing is that it’s super commonplace over here, so lots of people do enjoy it. There are a lot of different kinds of potato salad and I’m betting the mega-Karen in the OP is referring to the kind that is pretty much just potatoes in mayo (which, for the record, is disgusting).
Maybe I’m lucky because I live near Pennsylvania Dutch country, but there’s an abundance of good potato salad here.
Those little furry fuckers. They ate my begonia :(
Well that’s… certainly an opinion o.O
Yeah the Arch Deluxe was seriously amazing
This calls for a pastrami sandwich.
You got it, I’m a very firm believer in ‘different strokes for different folks’!
Understood, that used to bother me too. After a while people realized I was firm and laid off. Other than a few occasional passive-aggressive comments from my mom about how she doesn’t have grandchildren, nobody really says anything anymore.
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That way there’zzz alwayzzz more flyzzzz 🪰🪰
I’m glad it worked out well for you! :)
I hear ya, but I don’t mind - it’s a discussion thread, after all! - and it’s interesting to see a different perspective than my own.
I can’t decide if I love or hate this idea.
All I can offer is sympathy. You’re not alone - we all make this mistake exactly once in life. Never again!
I’m 42 and have known since I was 4 years old that I never wanted to be a mother. It’s seriously one of my earliest memories - I didn’t want to make my bed, my mother was exasperated with me and said “you’ll be sad you treated me so badly when you have kids of your own”… and I remember being just appalled at the thought of being a parent.
I just don’t enjoy children. I like peace, quiet, and order, and the freedom to do what I want without having to factor in children. Plus it looks super stressful to be a parent. I have 2 nephews and a niece, and while they’re good kids, their parents always look so utterly exhausted and overwhelmed. And I’m definitely not good at being an aunt - interacting with children just doesn’t come naturally to me.
Everyone told me I’d grow out of it. I had to fight to get my tubes tied in my mid-twenties (for real, I had to see so many doctors and had a botched Essure procedure at Planned Parenthood before I finally found an OBGYN who would take me seriously!).
No regrets rugrats!
It’s no surprise to me, I am my own worst enemy ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
It’s always been to fly. Every time I blow out birthday candles, every time I fix my necklace chain, every time I blow away a fallen eyelash, every time I’ve thrown a penny in a fountain (oh how I miss the mall fountain!).
It never fucking works >:(
I see we hew to the Dan Quayle philosophy of spelling.
Death and taxes, womp womp