I got a little too ambitious while drinking tonight and threw up fruity drinks on a cute person they got grossed out and left me! Who needs them hahaha
Holy bleep. Being guild undersec and reorganising scrolls several years ago prepared me for diving into a team that needs to up their communication skills. Documenting time. *rolls up sleeves*
I got a little too ambitious while drinking tonight and threw up fruity drinks on a cute person they got grossed out and left me! Who needs them hahaha
A real man would have held your hair for you and made sure you were ok. You don't need boys that will just walk off from a girl who needs obvious care.
I got a little too ambitious while drinking tonight and threw up fruity drinks on a cute person they got grossed out and left me! Who needs them hahaha
A real man would have held your hair for you and made sure you were ok. You don't need boys that will just walk off from a girl who needs obvious care.
The apple is cold, crisp, and sour as the juices fill your mouth. As you consume the fruit, you glimpse, for a moment, a massive, shadowy figure, Her snow-white hair framing a perfect, icy-eyed visage. Beneath you, a vast, perfect web of silken strands lies - and, for a moment, you realize that you too are part of it, weaver and strand both - and home.
Especially strangers. I might tolerate (if judgementally) close friends being that sick, for an hour or two anyway, but if your awareness of your own limits and the effects of alcohol are so low that you drink till you throw up? I have trouble mustering sympathy =| sorrynotsorry.
That's how people end up on episodes of Law & Order, I'm happy to be Drunk Mom and chatter at people while slamming down more vodka so they aren't alone. Not like anyone's trying to party with me, so might as well make the needy people like me better.
That's how people end up on episodes of Law & Order, I'm happy to be Drunk Mom and chatter at people while slamming down more vodka so they aren't alone. Not like anyone's trying to party with me, so might as well make the needy people like me better.
People who are comfortable taking care of a sick stranger can do so, and that's wonderful of them, but people who aren't are completely allowed to feel that way and shouldn't be made to feel guilty for it. Please don't imply that someone is responsible for another person getting themselves into a bad situation just because they didn't sign up for being a vomiting stranger's babysitter.
Fair enough, I didn't mean to do that. Sorry if I made it seem that way, no one should ever be forced to stop their party to take care of someone that they are not in a relationship with or assisted in creating.
Especially strangers. I might tolerate (if judgementally) close friends being that sick, for an hour or two anyway, but if your awareness of your own limits and the effects of alcohol are so low that you drink till you throw up? I have trouble mustering sympathy =| sorrynotsorry.
Multiple factors can affect the awareness of that limit, high among them the fact that alcohol's inhibiting characteristics tend to muck up judgement (and the memory of whether you've eaten or not). No need to be all high and mighty about it :P
Tonight amidst the mountaintops And endless starless night Singing how the wind was lost Before an earthly flight
Between spending years with a slobbering drunk relative and attending funerals of people who paid the price for someone else's bad judgement and 'good time', forgive me if I'm a little hardline about alcohol safety. When you've drunk so much you can't remember if you've eaten, it's time to slow down or stop. If you don't know how much you can drink without getting sick or becoming a danger to yourself or others? Then be careful and only push at that boundary in a controlled environment, with friends who aren't drinking and are willing to help you cope if you learn the hard way.
Just because your judgement is currently impaired does not necessarily mean you are not responsible for your situation, and your actions.
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
edited August 2016
If people are starting to see me the player as a monster, then maybe it's time to take a hard look at things.
Everiine is a man, and is very manly. This MAN before you is so manly you might as well just gender bend right now, cause he's the manliest man that you ever did see. His manly shape has spurned many women and girlyer men to boughs of fainting. He stands before you in a manly manerific typical man-like outfit which is covered in his manly motto: "I am a man!"
Daraius said: You gotta risk it for the biscuit.
Pony power all the way, yo. The more Brontaurs the better.
Bought a USB phone charger last night at my "going out of business" bookstore. Didn't fit my phone, and they won't take it back so I can buy another.
Everiine said: The reason population is low isn't because there are too many orgs. It's because so many facets of the game are outright broken and protected by those who benefit from it being that way. An overabundance of gimmicks (including game-breaking ones), artifacts that destroy any concept of balance, blatant pay-to-win features, and an obsession with convenience that makes few things actually worthwhile all contribute to the game's sad decline.
Especially strangers. I might tolerate (if judgementally) close friends being that sick, for an hour or two anyway, but if your awareness of your own limits and the effects of alcohol are so low that you drink till you throw up? I have trouble mustering sympathy =| sorrynotsorry.
A few years ago my best friend got really drunk at my birthday and vomited on my bedroom floor. Not gonna lie, I was pissed. She's 100 lbs soaking wet and should have damned well known better. I left her and my other best friend alone.
Difference between friends and best friends... I've had a similar situation happen with someone who wasn't a close friend and we spent the entire evening comforting him.
Flames erupt from the caldera below as a distorted voice echoes, "Their spirit must be broken if they wish to be reborn as true warriors."
I would move a passed out stranger into a recovery position to make sure they don't die from choking on vomit, and probably accost a conscious boozed out stranger with a bottle of water, but that's about it.
Side note, I am struggling. I have a lot going on in my life and I'm stuck in a deep, dark hole that I don't honestly know if I can crawl out of on my own. I'm sorry, Magnagora, and Cacophony.
Flames erupt from the caldera below as a distorted voice echoes, "Their spirit must be broken if they wish to be reborn as true warriors."
Side note, I am struggling. I have a lot going on in my life and I'm stuck in a deep, dark hole that I don't honestly know if I can crawl out of on my own. I'm sorry, Magnagora, and Cacophony.
You do what you have to do. All the best and you will get through.
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
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SylandraJoin Queue for Mafia GamesThe Last Mafia Game
I have been sitting too long at procrastination station and now I am facing the long term results of my self-inflicted folly. Why do I do this to myself? Why. 8-|
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
I have been sitting too long at procrastination station and now I am facing the long term results of my self-inflicted folly. Why do I do this to myself? Why. 8-|
Get to working! You can do it! Believe that I believe!
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SylandraJoin Queue for Mafia GamesThe Last Mafia Game
edited August 2016
I don't think it's too much to ask that someone consider your feelings before they inconvenience you. The least they could do is acknowledge that they're posing an inconvenience, anyhow, and remind you that you're under no obligation to help them when they've painted themselves into a corner. Of course I want to help the people I care about. Of course I'd be willing. But having someone just assume I'm willing and able to fix their mistakes for them, at great personal inconvenience, is so infuriating I just don't know what to say.
I hate that people tend to presume this of me, over and over. I get when students do it, but when it's people I love and care about, it feels so much worse. I hate having to explain this concept in a steady, measured voice, because I know getting angry only shuts the conversation down and won't get across my concerns. Which I made sure to get across. The concerns, that is. All of them.
And yes, I'm angry, and tired, and disappointed. The situation is as handled as it's going to be, but I'm still salty as hell about it.
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
No, that's okay, brain. I like the recurring lucid nightmares where i live weeks of my life at a time and then wake up dry heaving at 6 am. Really the only thing better than getting kicked in the ribs repeatedly. Keep it up.
Also struggling, currently not feeling my best. And rather burnt out about a few things. I'll be on league, and I'll be logging in for the occasional slaughter. But I hope to be feeling better soon.
The apple is cold, crisp, and sour as the juices fill your mouth. As you consume the fruit, you glimpse, for a moment, a massive, shadowy figure, Her snow-white hair framing a perfect, icy-eyed visage. Beneath you, a vast, perfect web of silken strands lies - and, for a moment, you realize that you too are part of it, weaver and strand both - and home.
So, yay I get time off the phones to do some excel/vba work on our reports... but oh gods at whatever the guy before me was thinking, some of this legit seems to work off magic and is just ew. (sometimes things need to be in the matching row on two sheets while other times it uses a vlookup/match)
Lately, I feel like I'm trapped underwater. If I can get to the end of this month, finally see the psychiatrist, maybe I'll make it back to the surface. Mostly, though, I wish I would just drown, already.
Lately, I feel like I'm trapped underwater. If I can get to the end of this month, finally see the psychiatrist, maybe I'll make it back to the surface. Mostly, though, I wish I would just drown, already.
Pretend you're a fish! It's all about perspective.
In all seriousness. You're a strong person, and you're doing what you need to do to get better. *E-hugs*
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Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight
Just because your judgement is currently impaired does not necessarily mean you are not responsible for your situation, and your actions.
Difference between friends and best friends... I've had a similar situation happen with someone who wasn't a close friend and we spent the entire evening comforting him.
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
I hate that people tend to presume this of me, over and over. I get when students do it, but when it's people I love and care about, it feels so much worse. I hate having to explain this concept in a steady, measured voice, because I know getting angry only shuts the conversation down and won't get across my concerns. Which I made sure to get across. The concerns, that is. All of them.
And yes, I'm angry, and tired, and disappointed. The situation is as handled as it's going to be, but I'm still salty as hell about it.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
In all seriousness. You're a strong person, and you're doing what you need to do to get better. *E-hugs*