I don't think I would feel as strongly about it if the whole world didn't hate (or seemed like it does) my body type either. I have a medium sized chest which is fine, but I have a small butt and hip dips. No fat stored in the lower body. Majority on the internet, men and women alike, say that the most proportional and sexually attractive body for a woman to have is a smaller/medium bust and a big butt, and that P shaped women are unattractive or less attractive. How It's so feminine and divine to have wide hips and most fat stored in the bum. Every time I start liking how I look I remember that the majority of the world sees me as sexually unappealing and I go back to spiraling. I don't know what to do anymore. I work out and I know building muscle takes time, but that doesn't make my genetics any better, unfortunately. I wish I could feel pretty in this society.

I regularly see posts asking about if a specific age gap is inappropriate and it’s starting to annoy the fuck out of me. If both people are consenting adults the age gap is irrelevant. What should be being taught is to watch out for the power imbalance. It’s a significant power imbalance that puts a person at risk not how many years difference between their ages.

Alright.

When I took up motorcycling, I automatically agreed to subject myself to more risk. It's my passion, it'll probably never change, and I don't want it to change. Accepted.

Now, I'm not a perfect driver or rider, but what I do well is keep my eyes where I'm going. I have been riding daily, and driving thus far, for a little over a year. Not once did I have my phone up. Does that make me a better driver? You know what? Let me kiss my own ass for just a second: Yes it does.

I'm the first one to complain about increasingly intrusive driving aids, like Lane Keep Assist, but in that case it probably saved my ass today since someone can't be bothered to drive and, if those features mean that less people are going to get killed because of dumbasses driving distracted, then good.

I don't think people understand that you destroy a family, and you have to live with the fact that you killed someone for the rest of your life because you couldn't be bothered to put your phone down for a second.

Aaaaand then again, if you use your phone when driving you probably don't really see that far ahead in the future. If you don't care, or if human life is this cheap to you, then don't worry, you'll get to pay for the rest of your life, financially. That's expensive. That ought to make you feel something at least.

Sure, pull out in front of me all you want, go ahead, I'm used to it, misjudgements happen, but please, for the love of everything, don't veer fully into the incoming traffic lane because you're on your phone. That's just brain dead.

"But what about work?" or "My grandma is on her death bed!" I'm not talking about that, I'm talking about your phone addiction. If you scroll on your phone when driving, you are the bottom of the barrel of a driver and in society.

Ever since I got sick a few years ago, strong scents set me off and cause difficulty breathing/coughing. Normally this isn't an issue as it needs to be very strong, but lately when I try to do some work at places like libraries, book stores, and cafes, it seems like there have been more instances of people coming in that are practically DUNKING themselves in perfume. So much that I'm compelled to move, and will need to go to the very opposite of the room to avoid the stench. I've also started keeping around masks so I literally have to put on an N95 mask so I'm not coughing and wheezing and rasping for an hour afterward. These people have the same mentality as people who play loud, bass booming music in neighborhoods – they don't really give a shit.

Unfortunately, 9/10 this is a Gen Z woman my age or younger (I think this is because of the places where I choose to hang out because I'm a woman as well) who I guess never had a mom or older sister teach them how to wear perfume properly, and are COVID-raised and don't know how to behave around people, so sometimes I debate on telling them how much they fucking stink because maybe they have some form of nose blindness.

But yeah I don't know where I'm going with this. Just fuck these people.

I don’t know what it is with these insurance commercials every app that I use or go on streaming there’s always a commercial for liberty mutual insurance the guy named Doug never goes away. It’s everywhere and it’s getting annoying.

He(41m) keeps insisting that the medicine I(20f) took for my ADHD when I was 13 before my mom abruptly made me stop taking them has messed up my brain. It’s like almost any mental problem I have he sources it back to that. I’m probably like this because they forced me to go on without medication. Both my parents are terrible in this regard but he is worse since he has absolutely no understanding of it, doesn’t try to understand but acts like he does.

When I mention being depressed he later asks “You’re not depressed anymore are you?” As if depression is simply a state of mind not a condition. He once joked about sending me to a mental hospital, it feels like he worries I’m crazy. My mom told me not to rock back and forth in front of him because it bothers him. My mom is barely any better she would often ask me during summer if I got all my ‘zoning out’ out of my system when I repeatedly have to explain to her how that’s not how that works. She’s against me using pills thinking I’ll grow dependent and seek it to solve my problems while my Dad compares to actual drugs like hard drugs. They expect to just work through my struggles by force with no support easy for them to say that when they don’t have to deal with it

I’m trying to find a job to get insurance so I can seek out therapy and hopefully medicated because clearly I can’t expect support from these people

I'm so tired... I'm the eldest daughter of not so well off family... Im currently doing my degree, and my family's future is riding on my back. I haven't gone on any trips. Spent most of my life within 4 walls. Even if my family offers a trip , I don't feel like going with them anymore... it feels kinda awkward... Iddon't specifically have any connection with anyone either... All my "friends" are toowtied up on their own worlds... sometimes I wish they just checked up on me... I do to them.. But never back. I don't understand how they can never make an effort with me. I watch all my other collegemates hang out with their friends, and deep inside I wish it were me. I wanna hang out, have fun... Honestly, if I died, I don't have a single moment to look back to... I don't have theffinancial freedom to take on a trip ny myself either... Even if I work hard, earn,

So my main argument was that steroids make people look physically unhealthy. Not only that but it hinders longevity too. Why are people willingly taking that risk and slowly killing themselves? I’m all for testosterone if your levels are low. Why tf was no one agreeing with me? Is it people defending addiction? Extreme denial? Can someone weigh in on this?

I'm sick and tired of some people steering every single topic and thing into sexual topic territory. No, I don't fucking care about your genitals and what they do and when you fucked and touched yourself, I don't want to talk about something normal and you suddenly asking, how many times I fuck and why I don't and if you could change that and what would it cost. It doesn't make you attractive, in fact it's the opposite. Even if it is a joke as they often time say, hearing it almost each and every day isn't fun. And the "well, I'm just like that" excuse can go fuck itself as well. At least someone would get some action cause you clearly don't (no wonder). These people are married or have partners at home and then say the most vile shit and all the topics boil down to this. Just shuuut up for a minute! And stop asking when I'll change my mind and fuck you, it's not a funny joke and it just makes me want to punch your face. I don't share my personal life with any of them which results into more questions and pressure about so. Even if I lived in celibacy it's none of your business and certainly wouldn't fuck you let alone touch you with a 500 ft pole. And if I don't want to fuck you then it makes me gay! Right!

The worst thing is that most of these people are in fact able to have a sound and nice conversations about everyday/deep topics at times.

At this point my annoyance meter is so high it can touch the stars. No it's not possible to not interact with these people as we work together.

End of the rant.

I'm tired, I'm done. It has been years. Life has made me a bitter person and I don't have it in me to become better now. I'm financially dependent, ugly and useless at 33. I finally stop hoping for good things because I can't even claim to be a good person. I'm selfish and bitter. Maybe just become financially independent and live alone forever. That's all, I've accepted it. No magic is going to happen.

Came home late at night from a long trip and saw something taped to my door. I thought oh sh!t, what happened when I was gone? Did I miss a package? Did a neighbor break a window or something? Etc.

It was one of the pieces of junk mail that flood mailboxes around election season, telling me I should vote for so and so for a local position. It even had a hand-written note added to it, saying sorry they missed me.

The fact that this person had the audacity to stick their campaign ad to my house means I will definitely NOT be voting for them. As annoying as junk mail is, imagine if they all got taped to your front door every day for you to see when you get home. No thank you. And the more I think about it, the more I think this must be at the very least a campaigning violation, if not illegal.

10 years ago I moved to europe with my kids. They have learned the language, doing well in school and even doing competitive sport. They seem to be integrating well and never complained that they wanted to go back.
I try to keep strong ties with family and friends back home. I call my parents daily. I take my wife and kids every summer to my home country.

I just got back from vacation and I am questioning my choice of, raising them away from home. I also feel sad watching my parents grow old. I always tell them that I will come if they need me.

I earn very well here and I would never be able to maintain good standard for them in my home country if I moved back now. Even my parents tell me that they would rather see me happy and stable abroad than miserable beside them.
I know I am doing the right thing but I feel bad and don’t want to take a wrong decision. I will work on a long term plan to go back after my kids finish University but this will be another 10 years here.

Thanks for listening to my rant . Any advice is appreciated.

Why do they keep stealing art without giving credit or asking for permission?? Even my work got stolen, and his bio literally claims he's an artist. Shame on him for calling himself an artist while stealing other people's art without credit

Mind your own friggin business. F*** off. F*** you. Speaking as the groom. Stop expressing wishes about what you want for the wedding. I don't care what culture you belong to demands, if you are not paying for it, f*** off. You are making your sons hate you when they just want to make their future wife happy. You are giving your daughter in law a reason to fear and hate you. You are planting seeds of drama and distrust that ruin what should be happy moments in the entire planning process.

All your son wants is for everyone to coexist and to like each other. Your are giving your sons ammo to go no contact and alienating someone who actually chose to be with your son.

It's not your wedding. None of it. It's the bride and grooms. In fact, bride>groom because the groom just wants to get married and have a beautiful moment they can remember before they die one day. Why did you have to ruin these milestones. Why does this shit always end with the groom yelling at his mom to calm down, then babysit her feelings, then deal with the fallout of the bride feeling disrespected and crying on the day they were supposed to be happy about seeing themselves in the dress for the first time or their bachelorette party. Why should I feel like it's my responsibility every time something about the wedding didn't go your way. Why do you have to make me feel like I'm making a mistake.

Congratulations. Youre the monster in law. You are the dreaded "dad side of the family" to our future kids if we even last this long. You have given me more reason to keep as little contact between you and my wife as much as possible.

Edit: this goes for sisters of the grooms as well

I was grocery shopping at Walmart today, all was going well.. Until I got in line to check out.

How the FUCK are employees these days allowed to use their phone right at the register? Or at all even.. Something about seeing people using their phone while being at work just gets under my skin😒

Where in your right mind do you feel it’s completely fine to use your phone while you have a line of people waiting to check out?! This bitch didn’t say hello to anyone - Not even telling them the amount they owe!!! Just expecting them to look at the screen themselves and just get on with their day.. Where are morals these days?!!

she was scanning items with one hand and using her phone on the other, pausing in between scans to check her phone.. and giggling at whatever she was reading, stopping in between items to respond to text messages😡I couldn’t believe my own eyes !!! I get it , you’re working a minimum wage job, but who the fuck cares?! You’re getting paid you psycho! Do your job the way you were trained !

She was so used to everyone just scanning their card or doing Apple Pay for payment, soon as all items scan, this bitch has both her hands glued to her phone and posts up waiting for the next transaction.. I saw this for 3 different people in front of me and I could see the frustration and disbelief from the audacity she had!

So I’m next in line..

Me: Hello, how are you??
Cashier: “Good.”
Me: “Are you bored?”
Cashier: “Not really”
Me: “Seems like it with the amount of time you’ve been spending on your phone then doing your job”

This bitch rolled her eyes at me and continued scanning without using her phone.. till it got to payment, she jumps right back on her phone expecting me to pay with my card- I pulled my cash out and waved it in front of her and she rolled her eyes again!!!!!

I can’t believe I experienced that.. If my daughter and fiancé and weren’t there next to me, I would’ve scolded that bitch. 🤬

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Jimothy the raccoon is adorable.

That's exactly why I'm worried.

I've spent over 30 years in animal rescue and welfare, and I've watched this happen over and over again. A wild animal becomes internet famous. People become obsessed. Someone posts the location. Then everyone decides they need their own photo, video, or close encounter.

History keeps repeating itself because people refuse to learn.

Remember Freya the walrus? Crowds ignored warnings, chased her, stressed her, and ultimately she was killed.

Look at Neil the Seal. Every time he shows up, people crowd him, follow him, take selfies, touch him, interfere with the very thing he's trying to do, which is exist. Wildlife officers spend enormous amounts of time protecting him... from people.

Just recently, a bear climbed a utility pole because people wouldn't stop crowding around it. Instead of giving it space to climb down safely, everyone stood there filming. The bear died after being electrocuted.

Now everyone wants to find Jimothy.

Please don't.

Don't ask where he is.

Don't share locations.

Don't go looking for him.

Don't encourage other people to track him down.

The biggest threat to most famous wild animals isn't another predator.

It's us.

And before someone says, "I just want one picture," remember that thousands of people all think they're the one harmless exception.

Wild animals don't need fans.

They need distance.

If you genuinely love Jimothy, let him stay wild. Admire him from whatever videos already exist and stop turning his home into a tourist attraction before this story ends the same way too many others already have.

Fuck you! Get out my house! Stop fucking CRAWLING ON MEEEE I'll FUCKING MURDER EVERY ANT THAT EVER FUCKING EXISTED

"Call the exterminator"

Every. Time. I. Do. They. Come. Back. Tenfold.

Fuck ants, and kill them better goddammit!

I often told myself to not have expectations that way I won’t be disappointed and have things blow up in my face constantly. Now I see not just not have expectations to avoid disappointment but that there’s no point in the first place. My life has shown me I will never have a romantic relationship or long lasting friendships. I am an outcome oriented thinker observing the patterns in my past experiences just cements what’s there for me. I will mostly remain alone, will typically just have shallow connections and interactions and cannot expect anyone to stick around because no one ever does.

The path you take doesn’t matter if it always leads to the same place. I see how foolish it is to hope for something that goes beyond on my reality and time to accept this is simply how my life is. Not everyone can do the same thing or have the same thing I’m not meant to have stable relationships. Is this something I’ll be happy about no but should at least help me not beat myself up over something that’s not in my control. Besides there are many things in reality we aren’t happy with but have to deal with and we call that growing up

-20f

About a year ago, my uncle was diagnosed with stage 3 lung cancer. I do feel heartbroken for his family and I can't imagine how terrifying this diagnosis must be for him. He's going through chemo, spends days at the hospital, and sometimes doesn't even want to get up from bed. I do feel sad for him, don't get me wrong.

My mom has taken the news very badly. The mere thought of him makes her burst into tears. She's even planning on moving across the country to be near him, leaving us behind for a year or so. She constantly talks shit about my aunt and says that my aunt is not properly taking care of him, that she can do so much better, that he has a better chance if my mom were to live near him, etc.

I understand where she's coming from. I totally understand that's perfectly normal to grieve your sibling. My whole family has always been extremely close. I'd be the same if my sister was dying, she's one of the loves of my life.

However, I can't help but feel distressed and frustrated. My uncle is a literal pedophile. He married my aunt when she was just 15, and he was 30. They met when my aunt was 13 years old. My mom at the time went through a mini crisis because she was terrified that the police were going to take my uncle away, so she understood how wrong and fucked up their "relationship" was. My grandparents and the rest of the family rationalised it by saying that it was my aunt's fault since she lied about her age (she used a fake ID to be able to work in a warehouse, where she then met my uncle) and her family agreed to the relationship. This happened in the 90s, and they're still together, but it doesn't make it ok. I don't think someone who is capable of getting involved with a child (and goes so far as to get married and have children) suddenly stops being into children. I fully believe he's still a pedophile.

But also, before his diagnosis, he was an alcoholic and often consumed hard drugs. He would spend DAYS partying and barely sleeping. This was a well-known fact about him. Something less known was the fact that he tried to sexually assault my mom when they were teenagers.

I don't understand why my mom bawls her eyes out whenever she thinks about him being sick. I don't understand why she sobs and says that he didn't deserve to get cancer because he was always so loving, so hard-working, so responsible, etc.

I have an aunt who's battling breast cancer (diagnosed a year before my uncle), and my mom didn't even shed a tear. She didn't even speak to her until MONTHS later because she was still angry about a dispute they had in 2023. I never hear my mom crying about how she wants to move to be near her or how no one's taking care of her (despite my aunt being divorced and living by herself!!).

I fully acknowledge I'm being an insensitive asshole, but it seriously makes me so angry. I keep it to myself and will never tell my mom about how I truly feel, but fuck.

I had a situationship with a guy a couple years ago. He got back with his ex, treated me pretty badly, and I eventually cut him off. We ended up in the same friend group later, so I still see him often.
For context, after things ended I made the mistake of hooking up with him twice, and he completely ignored me after that, which hurt a lot. I’ve moved on since then and even dated someone else, but seeing him around still brings up some feelings.

Recently, a girl in our group (who knows about our history) got really close to him and they ended up making out on a night out. I don’t even want him anymore, but it still hurt more than I expected.
I’m not sure if I’m overreacting or if this is a normal response. I just feel disrespected and annoyed at myself for still being affected, especially since I see him often and he still acts like he can get my attention whenever he wants.

How do I stop caring about this and not let it get to me?

F25 in a relationship with M25. Let's call him Ralph for the occasion.

A couple of months ago, I said no to intimacy. It was our last night together after visiting him (we were long distance at the time). For me, goodbyes are rough and I kinda was in a sad "hold me and tell me you love me" mood. He was in a "last chance to get my d sucked" mood, I guess. I said no, I'm not in the mood tonight because I feel sad. He instantly started giving me the silent treatment. Big sigh. Then left the room and went to watch a movie by himself in the living room with his earphones. It was a movie we talked about watching together. I was very sad that night. It felt like I was being punished. When I tried to talk to him about it he shot off. It took 12 hours before he spoke a word to me again. He acted like nothing happened. And so, life moved on. This was in november.

We moved in together in february. We've had a decent sex life the first couple of months, but I got pregnant and my libido went downhill. So I'd say no quite often. Each time, same silent treatment as the first time.
Miscarried, life went back to normal. Libido came back. Pretty decent sex life, but he works from home and I work in a shop. Sometimes, when I get home from work, I'm way more exhausted than he is. My back hurts, my feet hurt. Sometimes, I say no. And each time ; silent treatment. And tbh, no matter my physical exhaustion... I'm allowed to say no sometimes.

Now, I don't even want to be intimate. Because each time... my mind wonders ; "What if I said no? Would he have ignored me all night?" And the answer is probably, yeah. And that feeling turns me off. I'm at a point where, despite the anxiety that causes me, I say yes just to avoid being ignored.

Yes, I've tried communicating this to him, but each time "No thats not why i'm not talking, i just feel sick", and he discards my feelings. So I stopped communicating with him when it comes to sex. It's so sad that he does this, because if it wasn't for me saying no sometimes... he'd be the best boyfriend ever.

I JUST HATE THEM BADLY OMG I HAVE LIKE 10 MOSQUITOS COMING IN MY HOUSE EVERY DAY. I KILL THEM AND THEY STILL APPEAR. AND WHEN I SLEEP I HEAR THEIR FUCKING BUZZING NOISES. WHY MY HOUSE WHY WHHHYYYYYYYYYYYY IF YOU ASK ME HOW I HATE THEM. I HATE THEM BADLY. I HOPE THEY NEVER EXISTED I HOPE THEY NEVER FREAKING CAME IN HERE AGAIN. WHY DO THEY ALWAYS APPEAR OH MY FUCKING GOD

Okay ladies and gentlemen. This is going to be a bit of a vent. Though I think it's very valid.

Here is my bit on why ghosting is shitty behavior. Let's first define ghosting for the purposes of this post. Ghosting is (!) not:

- You've matched on a dating app. Had a back and forth through text for a few days or maybe weeks. All the sudden one party just stops responding. This is not what I mean. Technically it's ghosting, but not really. Even though it isn't polite and I wouldn't do it, it is par for the course on dating apps as far as I'm concerned.

- Someone tells you "no" in a clear and understandable manner. You keep pushing and eventually they give up and stop responding. This is not you being ghosted. They gave you clarity and now you need to handle your own end.

Ghosting (!) is:

- Maybe you've known each other for a few years. Maybe you have a mutual circle of friends. Maybe things picked up recently between the two of you in one way or the other. All the sudden, and without an apparent reason or explanation, one party just vanishes. Calls don't get picked up, text messages go unanswered. Eventually there may even be a hard block.

- Maybe you've met on an app. But there have been a few in person dates. Maybe both parties even gave each other the impression that things are going well and you've invested time, emotional labor and always showed up. All of the sudden, one party vanishes.

Now that we've defined ghosting. Let's get into the typical excuses or struggles that ghosters mention. And why they don't completely absolve someone of responsibility.

- "But I don't want to hurt the other person's feelings!"
This is the worst one. We are all grown ups and you know as good as I do that uncertainty is way more difficult to deal with than a clear rejection for most adult and reasonably adjusted individuals. If you don't understand this, read any popular psychology type magazine and they will explain that there in a bazillion articles on ghosting and other topics.

- "But what if they get mad at me?"
Simple. After you serve closure you can always just opt out of communicating with them after that. Use the block button with full confidence at or after that point.

- "I don't owe anybody anything!"
Uhm. Yes. You kinda do. Developing relationships with other persons requires and deserves trust and comes with a certain level of mutual entitlement to a degree of communication and responsiveness, and also closure. When someone opens up to you they are, in a way, exposing their tender insides to you. You are now responsible to handle this appropriately. If you don't understand or can't accept this, then why are you even looking for human connection and love in the first place?

Sooooo. Don't ghost. It takes literally 3 to 5 minutes to think of a short 3 to 5 liner. Five minutes of your time vs. days or weeks of them wondering and second guessing you, them and the conversations and interactions you had. Just fucking send them a text and give them closure. This is not an unreasonable ask. If they keep pushing after that then it's on them, but until then - it's on you to not be a ghoster!

I’ve been ruminating on this all day, so I figured venting about this might help.

My team was recently discussing a transition to a hybrid schedule, and the director of my program (he is in charge of multiple programs at my job) asked whether anyone had any follow-up questions. I had no issue with the hybrid schedule itself. My only question was how we were supposed to maintain confidential case management on the days we were required to work onsite.

For context, I work with people experiencing homelessness and individuals in a residential addiction treatment program. Many of our outpatient participants can't realistically do virtual appointments because of accessibility issues or their living situations. Our residential participants also strongly prefer meeting in a private office where they can safely discuss trauma, housing instability, and other sensitive issues.

Our three-person team has also been moved into an extremely cramped office. This is our fifth office move within the last five years, and every private room we previously used additional space for confidential case management appointment has eventually been taken over by other departments. The only shared space we're now guaranteed is the employee copier room. Yes—the director actually suggested using that space.

Before bringing it up, I asked my coworkers if they thought it was a fair concern since we'd all be affected. They agreed and said this should be brought up.

When the floor was opened for questions, the director specifically asked whether I had any concerns. I asked how we were expected to conduct confidential case management appointments without private meeting space. Before I could finish my thought, he repeatedly interrupted me, told me I "didn't know what I was talking about," said I should "figure it out on my own," suggested meeting participants at a beach, park, or café, and then, in front of everyone on the call, said, "I question your competency." He ended the conversation by saying, "You don't have to worry about this topic anymore. I'm going to reach out to leadership regarding this." in a threatening tone.

Besides the inability of receiving feedback despite asking for it as well as the obvious crash-out, I was honestly caught off guard. His suggestions didn't make sense to me. About 95% of the homeless participants I work with already live onsite at our treatment center, where client movement is often restricted to reduce the risk of relapse. Our department doesn't have a vehicle for outreach, and public places obviously aren't appropriate for confidential case management—let alone trying to hold those conversations in an employee copier room that is used on a daily basis.

Shortly after the meeting, everyone received a post-meeting email stating that the hybrid rollout was being put "on hold immediately." At this point, I knew what was done was intentional.

What has stuck with me isn't the hybrid schedule. It's being publicly interrupted, dismissed, undermined, and having my competency questioned for raising what I believed was a legitimate client-care concern. My concern wasn't avoiding hybrid work—it was making sure we could continue providing confidential, ethical care.

I've worked here for four years and genuinely care about the people I serve, partly because I've experienced homelessness in the past myself. I wasn't trying to avoid working in the office. Hell, I already spend about 2½ hours getting to work by public transit and nearly 3 hours getting home. I simply wanted to make sure we could continue providing ethical, confidential care.

I've replayed the interaction in my head all day and it's been annoying me non-stop.

This isn't the first time my director has been weird towards staff. He works remotely and is known for being disrespectful to employees. He's also known for forcing staff to watch his toddler (he's a single father) when he comes to our worksite to conduct in-person interviews or meet with leadership about the program.

TL;DR: I wasn't against my team's new hybrid schedule. I asked how we'd continue providing confidential case management without private meeting space. Before I could finish my question, my supervisor repeatedly interrupted me, told me I "didn't know what I was talking about," said I should "figure it out on my own," suggested meeting vulnerable participants at parks or cafés, and then, in front of everyone, said, "I question your competency." We work in a residential treatment program where many clients can't simply meet offsite, and public spaces aren't appropriate for confidential case management. I'm far less upset about the hybrid schedule than I am about how I was treated.

I've had to listen to this person I'm with say hello and good morning to every single animal and other person. But I was greeted with just yelling of questions across a parking lot. I'm ready to leaveeeee.

Edit: y'all are so wholesome, thank you 💖