This is an X parrot!

God damn that's the first loss meme in years that's actually made me laugh

I worked 82 out of the last 93 days. I'm exhausted.

I'm genuinely shocked that you're the only one in this thread who picked up on "I'd never heard of narcissism until I recently watched some YouTube videos and concluded that both my parents and several of my relatives are narcissists.".

I'm not going to say it's impossible, but I'm highly skeptical.

Regardless of the reliability of the definitions used, I really do think you have provided the best advice in this thread. OP, if you read this, I agree with them full-heartedly. Seak out whatever counseling you can and look to more than just YouTube / the internet for information.

How in the world are you able to live off $5k/year? My last months credit card bill was $2.6k and I don't even pay rent or tuition on my card. I'm also single with no dependents, own my own car, and have extremely cheap rent.

Maybe you should focus your anger towards your boss who isn't paying you enough and not on the customer who is unfairly being expected to subsidize your salary.

Get over yourself man, just let people be happy. It's okay to have nice things, you don't have to feel guilty about it unless you did something wrong to get it.

I haven't seen much far right stuff here, but I see toxic far left rhetoric all the time on Lemmy and it's honestly extremely off-putting even as someone who's solidly left of center.

NSFL?

This is a long story, but one that fits this question perfectly, and one that I've been longing to tell. I really hope you read it.

I went to college without any idea of what career I was building towards. All I knew was that I liked science. While I originally thought I wanted to study chemistry, my chem 101 professor was horrible and I failed the class. Meanwhile I LOVED my bio 101 class, so I changed my major to biology. I still didn't know what to do with the degree, I just took the classes that sounded interesting and honestly really half assed my effort in them.

Every summer I would come home to my parents and work delivering pizzas because it's what would hire me. But after my junior year I decided I didn't want to do that anymore, so I went home for the summer with no job planned, and still no idea what I would do when I graduated the following year. My mom put her foot down and said that no adult son of hers would live under her roof without a job, so she reached out to people she knew and got me one.

I was put on a factory line for a cash register repair company. I was second in line. The first person would get a returned cash register and run some diagnostics to figure out if it had anything wrong electronically. Then he gave it to me. I would take out 8 screws, remove the plastic covering, and blow dust off with an air hose. Then I'd give it to the next person and the first guy would give me another cash register. Rinse and repeat. Eight hours a day, five days a week. That's it. That's the whole job. I've never been more miserable than when I held that job and it made made truly reflect on why I was in college and what I wanted out of life.

After about a month and a half working there, my cat came down with a bout of bloody diarrhea and I told my dad, saying he should take him to the vet. He told me that I was a grown man and needed to handle my own problems, so that Saturday I begrudgingly took my cat to the vet like the responsible adult I should have been. I arrived and was asked to wait as the doctor was behind on appointments, and I immediately noticed that the place seemed to be working on a skeleton crew. In the past I had thought briefly about applying to vet school after undergrad, but had written it off early in my college career because it seemed really hard and, at the time, I was content on coasting through school with minimal effort. But my factory job had put the fear of God into me over what would happen if I just kept coasting.

After a two hour wait I was finally seen by the doctor, and during the appointment I told him that I noticed they seemed under staffed and asked if they were hiring. It turns out they had just had someone quit unexpectedly the day before. I told them that I was most of the way through a biology degree and they asked if I could come in Monday for an interview, so I called out of work that next Monday. Even though I had no experience in veterinary medicine at all, they said they were willing to train me, so long as I was willing to put the effort in to learn. I went back to work at the factory on Tuesday and told them it was my last day, and I started my new job as a vet tech on Wednesday.

Immediately, I fell completely in love with the job. I worked the rest of the summer and they asked me to come back during my winter break. That job gave me a goal to strive for that I'd never had before, and with that motivation I went from a 2.4 cumulative GPA up to a 3.7 for both of my last two semesters. Unfortunately that effort was only enough to bring my overall GPA up to a 3.05, which is too low to really consider applying to vet school, so I went and completed a master's in biology the bridge the gap. I continued to work at that same clinic part time through grad school, where I graduated with a 4.2 GPA, and then full time for a few years more while I applied several cycles in a row. Ultimately, I worked there for 6 years before I finally got accepted, not just to veterinary school, but to my #1 choice at that.

Fast forward four more years to today where I'm now in my final year of veterinary school. I'm on clinical rotations actually getting to work hands on with real patients, applying everything that I've learned over the past three years of education, and I couldn't be happier. I'm only a few months away from internship applications opening up, and I'm already asking around for letters of recommendation so I can keep moving forward towards my even more recently found goal of becoming an orthopedic surgeon. And all this happened to me because one summer I decided I didn't want to deliver pizza.

What the fuck does this even mean?

He's not getting downvoted for presenting an interesting analysis of the Christian themes in the movie, he's getting downvoted for claiming the use of those themes makes the movie Christian propoganda.

I used to cook literally every day of the week, but then I started clinical rotations and now I'm working 14-16 hour days 6-7 days a week. I've entirely stopped cooking for myself, even though it was previously my favorite hobby, because there's no fucking way I can fit it into my schedule anymore. Anyone who wants to call me lazy can go fuck themselves, and doubly so for anyone who argues it's my fault for paying exorbitant prices for delivery "because there are alternatives". I don't have the luxury of voting with my wallet and it honestly makes me made whenever I complain about unregulated prices and am told I should just not use the service and instead do X, Y, or Z option that isn't even close to practical for me.

Shrugging off extremist views as "just a political opinion" that should be ignored if you don't like it is like the #1 way to normalize and spread extremist views. You do not, and should not, politely ignore extremist. Doing so is explicitly allowing and inviting more into your community. Tankies can fuck off and I will continue to say so.

Lmao you're out of your mind. There's no big conspiracy of the food industry making cooking look harder than it is. I got really into home cooking from watching all those cooking shows and YouTubers and then trying the recipes out myself. Virtually every cooking content creator out there makes content because they want to share the love of cooking, not scare people away from it. Channels like Binging With Babish, You Suck At Cooking, Alton Brown, J. Kenji Lopez Alt, etc are all fantastic resources for people who want to learn to cook.

It's from the best car commercial of all time

You just use toilet paper to dry

$800/mo is $19,200 over 2 years. So no, you can't survive almost 2 years on $10k.

Oh yeah. That one caught me off guard as a child. Did not expect to leave that theater crying. 9/10 movie though.

That might be those people's answer to why they wouldn't adopt, but I'd put a lot of money down that the majority of people who want their own kids feel that way for reasons that are far more nuanced, and far less rooted in hate, than "fuck orphans".