There are a multitude of those bizarre products out there that immediately render you speechless when you lay your eyes on them. Sometimes, the product itself is so ferociously cursed that it pretty much gives off the vibe that it fell right out of a wormhole or something. You'll find yourself sitting there, scratching your head, furrowed brow, the whole deal, and completely blinded by confusion over how the product ever came to be in the first place.
The last thing that you ever want to find yourself confronting is the grim realization that you've ended up living under the same roof as someone who is a psychotically inconsiderate, genuinely toxic individual. These people's stories of their all-time worst roommates might make you feel better about the times you've ended up weathering where you really weren't sure how you were going to get through having to live with an unforgettably bad roommate. For a similar AskReddit thread check out these red flags to keep a weary eye out for to avoid problem roommates.
As lava continues to seep out onto the island of La Palma, things aren't showing any obvious signs of stopping. Maybe this is a good reminder that we're all fragile little blips on this planet, and if nature wants to it can start shooting hot lava at you. It's not every day that you get to see floating boulders.
That's all well and good, but we doubt he could make them harmonize. Impressive impressions generally aren't the first thing most people think of when they first think of Simon Pegg, but it's a notable feature that continue to confirm our approval of the guy. Now where's Nick Frost to do an impression of thousands of screaming girls?
You know when something is new? How it feels so fresh and everything that comes at you is notable and significant. Overtime those things become less and less pronounced in your experience and memory and fade into routine and mundanity.
Turns out scams work like that too. Be exposed to them for long enough and we just normalize them and take them for granted.
Ever meet someone so organized that they keep their food in three ring binders like their salami is math homework? Well that's just what's gotten people's attention on Twitter recently. It's the case of someone so incredibly fastidious that they'd opt to organize their food in the most alien-like, red-flaggish way possible rather than keep it the normal way, which everyone knows is ground up, dehydrated and placed in alphabetized filing cabinets.
As you can probably already tell.... the wife is NTA here. The husband sounds like he is incredibly controlling and is obviously jumping over some massive mental hurdles if he has managed to convince himself that this reality somehow exists where he should be attending her brother's wedding instead of her. Just get a friend to watch the kids (if you have any) and go together...
It's a good thing Absolute Units are so rare, because if they were everywhere, there simply wouldn't be enough space for the rest of us. The multi-pound carrots, giant gems and honkin' horses are testaments to just how big things can get. And one can't help stare and go " Damn, that is some G I R T H."
There's nothing like a neighbor who feels like they are entitled to your property. Everything about this just sounds like a disaster waiting to happen. You have your neigbors wanting their children to have unrestricted access to your property. During which time they will be swimming in a pool, unsupervised. When that all, inevitably, goes tits up and something happens... you're going to have a massive lawsuit on your hands from said neighbor.
No thanks. Hard pass. Enjoy being trespassed if you or your kids come onto my property Karen.
There are a few ways to believe something wrong for too long. As a kid, you might have misheard something and just assumed that the national anthem starts with "Jose can you see." Another way is the pure coincidence of having some thought pop into your tiny brain based on no prior knowledge. And then there's the most malevolent one of all, a trusted adult assuring you that ice cream is too spicy for you to eat. But hey, kids are dumb and we usually learn better eventually, so it's a fun thing to look back on.
Probably fair here to consider taking a stand. I'm sure all of us can appreciate just how much it means for your partner to take notice of the contributions you make and appreciate them. It means a lot to feel appreciated. That being said, there is always going to be an imbalance in the toll and drain that our jobs take on us as individuals. We're all going to go through phases where we have low motivation and are exhausted all the time and when your partner can step in to help out it certainly means the world.
There's two sides to every story and somewhere in the middle lies the truth. But this guy sounds like a bit of a dick if our narrator is trustworthy.
It's a question whose answer has eluded us for millennia: why can't all these entitled people just be cool? For the record, most people can go about their day without calling the cops on their neighbor's kid's lemonade stand. But the boss who expects their employees to lay their lives down for a candy bar or the lady on the street who steals welcome mats are all part of the tapestry of entitled people who make the world a less friendly place.
We all have that one thing that we just can not comprehend. No matter how we try to tackle it, our brains just come back with a big fat nothing.
I'm probably going to have to agree with the guy who said consciousness here. It doesn't make any sense to me how a ball of meat with electrical currents running through it can generate our experience. Like the words that are going through my head as I type this simultaneously exist and yet don't at the same time. There's no physical manifestation to them.
As far as I'm aware, scientists aren't even sure how to define consciousness. But don't quote me on that, I haven't done a lot of research on the subject.
The day is hard to get through. It's easy to forget that the world is still full of unique, strange and humorous musings of the people around us. That's why it helps to smooth things out with some vivid reminders that people are doing and saying weird garbage constantly. So pop on that raincoat and stroll out into the maelstrom of goofy observations that are funny tweets to grind boredom into the dirt.
There should never be an age limit on dressing up and having fun. As one commenter replies, "Let her be a kid. Adulting sucks." Literally the best parts of being an adult are getting to control the the things that you enjoyed doing as a kid.
A lot of us probably used to play our Game Boys under the covers well past our bed time. A worm light who's glare obscured half of our screen was our closest ally.
Now, as adults we might do the same thing. Except now its done on a gaming rig under the empowering glow of RGB... and mom isn't going to bust in at 1am and put the Game Boy on the top of a fridge for a week.
Back to the point, being an adult sucks so let the teen have her harmless fun.
