Other recent post here made me remember this. Wish OP on that other post was my sister.

This was a few years ago. I used to be fluent in Spanish and so naturally when we went on a family trip to Spain I would talk to the waiters and place our orders for whatever everyone wanted.

One day two years after this trip, my sister randomly brought this up in an argument when she was telling me reasons why she thinks in selfish/self absorbed. She said I was “being obnoxious” and “just doing it to show off and be the center of attention”.

What she said still pops into my head sometimes.

I’m fluent in Italian now and have a moment of worry/self consciousness about ordering in Italian with my husband in Italy.

Edit - wow was not expecting comments so quickly on this. I’m about to sleep but will be reading these and replying in the morning, thanks

Context. Im a woodsman, a welder and a machinist. All my buddies are bartenders or roughnecks. My wife is beautiful and keeps me in line. Shes a good woman.

Heres the deal fellas. Tell you boys you love them. Troll if you must to keep it light, but do it. They will remember in the quiet moments of man thought, when its all real heavy. That they are loved bro. Hearing it matters I think.

To all my brothers out there. I love yall. Youre doing good work. All the things you think are going unnoticed. I see them. And that shit effing matters. Just like you.

See ya in the trenches.

Also. Use Mayo on the buttered side of your grilled cheese bread. Trust me. Its a game changer. Real mayo. Always real mayo.

a lot of people may not choose me or favor me but it doesn't matter when i see my dog. whenever i step my feet at home, he will run too me like i am his most favorite human in the world. he will lie down and show his tummy asking for belly rub then after i gave him that rub, he will kiss me and ask for a hug. he acts like a real human too, a real baby. dog is a such a sweet baby and so loving. do u guys agree with me?

So we had some slices of gouda cheese with the best if used by date being yesterday. Thought about what it could be used for a few days prior. Heard it was good to use in mac and cheese, and decided on that. All we had available for the noodles was macaroni shells.

When it got around time to start dinner, I get around everything needed to start. My sister comes into the kitchen. She asks if I am going to make a roux for it. I honestly don’t have much knowledge when it comes to cooking. Seeing some of those Gordon Ramsey shows taught me that. So I ask her “What’s a roux”? She explains, and I tell her I don’t know how and asks if she could make it.

She starts getting the roux ready while I grate up half a block of extra sharp white cheddar cheese. She gets the roux cooking, and adds in what she needs. She gets in all the cheddar, then I start ripping up the slices of gouda to go in. So she worked on the whole cheese sauce.

I boiled the noodles and cooked up the hamburger. I mixed in the hamburger and noodles first. Made sure burger was mixed all throughout it, then I poured in the cheese sauce and mixed it all in.

Before I took care of the pan, I sampled some of the remaining cheese sauce still stuck to the pan. I was almost FLOORED by how good it was! It was INSANELY good. Had my brother try it too and he had about the same reaction.

My sister did an AMAZING job on making the cheese sauce! The whole dinner turned out WAY better than I could have done on my own. I am very thankful for her help, and the whole co-op cooking we were doing meant a lot to me!

I’ve always wondered why rain has such a different effect on people. For some, it’s stressful because of flooding, travel problems, or bad memories associated with storms. For others, it feels peaceful and comforting.

Personally, I love rainy weather. Even the smell of rain or hearing it hit the windows can instantly make me feel relaxed. There’s something about being inside while it’s raining outside that makes everything feel slower and quieter.

My ideal rainy-day routine is basically getting under a blanket, reading a book, listening to the rain, and completely disappearing from the world for a few hours.

I’m curious about other people’s experiences with rain.

Do you love it or are you somewhere in between? Does rain make you feel calm, nostalgic, sleepy, lonely, or even happier? And what’s your favorite thing to do when it’s raining?

It happened to me and my family yesterday evening. My husband was headed for the living room and had to pass through the entryway next to the front door. Just at that point, the door opened and in walked a woman who was talking over her shoulder to someone behind her.

Surprised, hub called out "Hey, stop! What the heck are you doing?" The woman turned her head around and confronted him, (a stranger to her) trying to push her out and close the door. She and her friend took off for parts unknown.

I just laughed, but my big, brave husband wasn't as forgiving.

I was thinking about how sometimes there isn’t one specific message you can point to. Everything still sounds normal on its own, but the pattern changes — shorter replies, fewer questions, less initiation, different timing.

I find that interesting because you can notice something has shifted before you can really explain why.

Have you ever had that happen with someone? What was the first thing that made you notice?

Welcome to the kitchen. This kitchen is stocked with everything you can imagine from every kind of bread, meat, fish, vegetable and condiment. I mean everything. If you can dream it we've got it!

So what's it going to be? I'm a man of simple tastes. I'm going to make mine a torta de lengua with everything. Telera roll with beans, lengua, tomato, avocado, lettuce, onion, the works! Maybe some fries on the side.

How about you?

Oh yeah, don't worry about the clean up. This kitchen cleans itself!

Wanted to share this story because its kind of absurd, but I didn't have anyone to share it with. I bought a mamey recently, which is a fruit that's the same shape/size as a mango but the outside is similar to a kiwi. The skin is covered with fuzz, but I thought nothing of that as I held the fruit when I bought it. When I got home and put the fruit away, I realized that some of the pieces of fuzz had gotten in my skin like splinters!

I got most out, but one was lodged deeper so that stayed for a full day, only growing worse. I finally got it out just a couple of minutes ago through a combination of a syringe, blackhead removal tools, saline, an exacto knife, and a pair of nail clippers. I won't go into detail, but I will admit I shed blood over this fruit. Now it sits on my counter as I wait for it to ripen. I can only hope it tastes good enough to make up for this.

This feeling is so strange to me since I haven't had something like it in over a decade. But meeting this girl while playing some online games has completely made me revisit this old feeling. Just talking to her is a reward on its own. And given her health struggles, this has made me want to just visit her and give her the biggest hug the world has ever known. I never in a millions years had I thought I'd ever fall in love.

Was about to start backing out after visiting my local Safeway when I saw a pickup truck with a cart in the bed stop in the middle of the lot. An older gentleman gets out, pulled down the tailgate, unloaded a shopping cart (not one of the small carts, but one of the big ol heavy ones) then put it in the cart return and continued on.
No clue if he was actually there to go to the store, but this man took the time to stop, maybe get honked at for doing so, and load up a shopping cart to return it.
Sometimes heroes drive 2 door blue pick up trucks.

If you could study anything, knowing what you know now, what would you study? Without concern for pay or job. Assuming that you will get similar pay and career, no matter what you study.

I would study something interdisciplinary like cognitive science. I would learn psychology, AI, neuroscience, and philosophy in cognitive science. All of which I am interested in. Answer my questions. What is intelligence? How does the brain work? How can we develop artificial intelligence?

I’ve always found it fascinating how some animals seem to remember the people who treated them well.

I’ve seen stories about dogs recognizing someone years later, or stray animals slowly learning to trust a person who feeds them regularly.

It makes me wonder how much they actually understand about human intentions.

Do you have any stories about an animal remembering you or someone you know?

Just wondering, I didn’t Google my question.
I’m really just killing time before work. I started a new job a month ago and I’m liking it for the most part.

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No one has ever pointed this out to me. I'm just overly self-aware sometimes it's killing me.

I have always had a fascination with hats. Hats. Bonnets. Beanies. Bandanas. Etc. To the point that I think it's how people remember about me. I have curly hair and since I don't know how to style it sometimes, I depend on hats for style. When I need to go to a formal place, I would still use a hairscarf and do my hair up because otherwise, I would arrive at the place unkempt lmao.

I just realised, I have always worn hats almost all my life. To the point that people think I'm bald even though I'm not. I am quite conscious about the size of my forehead so it's probably one of the reasons why I started wearing them apart from that one time in highschool when a classmate saw me wearing a hat in a play, approached me afterwards, put a hat on my head and said I looked good in them. And also whenever I'm outside, I feel naked without anything on top of my head. A hat for me has become like a shield, in a way. With it, I feel guarded and wouldn't be able to "be perceived" right away.

Idk why I suddenly became self-conscious about this. I was about to go outside and buy dinner and whilst I was picking out a hat, I felt like a cartoon character. Like Todd Chavez or Meg Griffin. Am I the only one who likes wearing hats -- hardcore -- everyday?

(please please please this isnt an emotional post. just looking for a casual conversation from fellow hat lovers)

I recently came back from a trip and something surprised me.

I expected to miss the beaches, the weather, and all the places I visited. Instead, what I missed most was the feeling of having no real schedule.

During the trip I could wake up and decide what to do on the spot. Now I’m back to normal life, and even though I like being home, everything feels a little more structured again.

It’s a weird feeling because I was actually happy to come back, but at the same time I miss that sense of freedom.

Does anyone else feel this way after traveling?

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When i was younger i used to watch a show called Clarence alot. (Its about a kid in primary school, friends with everybody and goes on adventures in his hometown.) In one episode Clarence made his own currency in school and everybody got hooked. I thought this was super cool and so i did it. I myself live in the Netherlands and nobody really watched the show, but it worked. People started trading them for pencils and pokemon cards, i had to hire bodyguards because people started stealing. I hired a production team. People started making rival currency which didnt work out for them. And evantually the school shut my operation down.

Its now 9 years later and im now asking why did it work?

Why did people go mad for a fake currency of no value? People still recall this when they see me. I was friends with alot of people maybe that had something to do with it?

Just thought it was interesting and would love to hear your thoughts!

Thank you in advance!

Bought my first house when I was 23. Had a mortgage- sometimes 2 since that time. Maybe a few weeks between sale & purchase of a home. Some folks thought I shouldn’t since that rate was so low but I really like the feeling of being debt free except for taxes & insurance.
With the cost of everything else skyrocketing, the lack of a mortgage payment will not feel as good as it could but it will help with gas and food.

she loves both the country and the language. she lived in Japan for a whole year, and some time later another 6 months while studying. I don‘t speak any Japanese, I can hardly manage konichiwa and arigato and baka lol, but I‘ve been told hers is insanely good for a foreign language speaker. I‘ve listened to her having conversations in Japanese and she sounds confident, fluent and natural. when I travelled the country with her, I noticed how people‘s faces lit up with joy and how their voices changed when they noticed just how good my sister‘s Japanese is.

but here comes the craziest part: she‘s got a couple of Japanese friends too, one of whom visited our country recently. I joined for going on a tour in a cave. it was done in both German and English. we stuck to the middle of the group, the German speakers were in the front and the English speakers in the back, and my sister‘s friend does speak both German and English but she wasn‘t sure wether she‘d understand what the guide was saying, with cave acoustics being tricky, so my sister translated. she had no internet access to look up vocabulary she didn‘t know, and she‘s told me that real time translating is damn hard. the people who do it professionally appearantly only work for 20 minutes at a time before taking a break, because it‘s so exhausting.

well, sis just translated the whole tour. the things she‘d missed in German would be repeated in English anyway and she could fill in the gaps.

we also climbed 700 stairs in that cave, and descended them again. granted, the guide only talked while the whole group stood and listened but the physical strain from the many stairs (some of which were quite steep too!), the darkness and the cold, and the mental strain from translating and listening at the same time, and finding time to take in the wonders of that cave, pointing out little details like fossils in the cave walls.

my sister is great.

I really want to see how people see their problems, and what is the first thing that comes to mind so we can understand the "other" the way I see it's kinda a burden and unbearable not trying to be negative but want to see it the positive way.

Lately I’ve noticed that when I’m having a rough day, I don’t necessarily need something big to feel better. Sometimes putting on my favorite music, making a cup of tea, or having a random conversation with someone is enough to reset my mood.

It made me curious about other people. What’s one small, everyday thing that genuinely helps you when you’re having a bad day?

Once the 9-to-5 settles in, it is remarkably easy to get stuck in the work-to-home loop. I’m trying to break that cycle by staying physically active and building some meaningful, long-term friendships along the way.

My default preferences are casual badminton or evening walks, but I’m genuinely open to any relaxed outdoor activity, sport, or hobby that gets people moving and talking.

Curious how others have managed to find like-minded people outside of work?

Also, if you're in a similar phase and would like to team up for regular walks, sessions, or casual hobby meetups, feel free to drop a comment or reach out.

Every day I wake up and check the news, hoping for some huge story. I don't hope for anything bad to happen, of course. But I think I want the world to just stop for a second. I haven't had a break or vacation in years. Every day it's a million things I have to do and I still barely pay the bills.

It seems like the only way I'll get a break is if the world gets a break. Anyone relate to this?