Your partner must not be very good at wrestling if you were browsing lemmy during a sesh.
halfeatenpotato
joined 1 year ago
It was in my house growing up quite a few times. Granted, my mom is Mexican but my dad was white/American. They both loved that shit.
I completely agree, but I've never been able to articulate it this well. Do you have any scary movie recommendations? I've got a feeling we have similar taste.
I'm a cis woman on lemmy, and it's my primary (and only) social media consumption. That being said, I do tend to lean nerdy. Highly doubt I'm the only one on here, tho.
I grew up in a poor household, relative to the other kids I went to school with. While I was in public school, I was bullied for not wearing name brand clothing and because all of my school supplies and snacks and everything was generic brand. I became extremely self-conscious about it, and was always trying to hide what I had, or if I found name brand packaging for something in the trash or on the floor, I'd grab it so I could repackage my stuff and pretend like I totally had name brand stuff. As a young adult when I went to college, I only ever aimed for buying name brand stuff, but it was really hard to do so, considering I was still broke...
Anyways, I eventually matured a little more and realized kids are cruel and the whole thing was dumb. I exclusively go with generic everything now and am, always trying to get the best deal, and I even went back to buying second-hand clothes, cause why not?
All that to say, maybe some people had similar experiences and just never grew out of it.
I agree, but I'm concerned that this might stop some folks from seeking mental health care, when they otherwise might have.
What the hell is that image up top
Project Zomboid!! I love this game. I go through bursts of being addicted to it for a couple of months and then dropping it for several months before picking it back up again. Excited for Build 42!
Baxter! NOOOO
As a Texan who has no pride in their state at all and is actively making plans to move to a different state, I strongly disagree.
I don't really know how to describe it, but it's like I go through life just waiting for the other shoe to drop. When something shocking or remotely dangerous happens, my brain automatically assumes the worst is going to happen and I like go into survival mode. I get filled with such dread.