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It never made sense to me. You spent 1 hour of your 24 hours a day doing something you would not do for fun. Your 1 hour is just as long as my 1 hour. Both of us sacrifice the same amount of free time out of our lives doing something we’d rather not do. Why should we be paid differently?

If anything, the higher ranking the job, the more it allows for chatting with colleagues, going out for lunch, taking coffee breaks. You get much more “fun time” than labor intense workers do. Shouldn’t you be paid less? There is an added benefit in your job to begin with. The luxury of being able to sit and get coffee when you want to is already quite a blast tbh.

Nah, I don’t like weed or any of the other options

I’d take yellow because nothing would change

On a sadder note, there are a lot of instances of men forcing themselves on their partners who just gave birth. Some nurses do catch them trying to make love in the hospital. But it’s usually… not exactly the new mom’s idea to do it. Not sure why you would want to bang a torn, soft, expanded, bleeding treasure cave to begin with but ok.

I have actually thought it might be misinterpreted because it’s vague in that sentence - no, I don’t mean that the guy thinks the hotel sucks. He still doesn’t care. But his wife thinks it sucks and she is solely responsible for her choice. In a partnership.

Most likely, when confronted with her dislike, he would not be comforting her like “honey, it’s ok, you picked a nice hotel, I don’t think it’s bad at all”, but just be like “look, it doesn’t matter, we’ll just sleep here”. Basically invalidating her feelings and experiences.

The point I am trying to make is: if you are in a committed relationship you sometimes have to care, have an opinion, help with decisions, even if it was something that you usually don’t care about. But saying “I don’t care about the outcome of something that you care about” is definitely neither kind nor loving and devastating in the long run.

Could it be because decision making is hard and you end up telling your partner that you a) don’t care about what they care about b) leave them hanging when they might need help to decide c) they end up having decision fatigue because you don’t have an opinion? Sometimes, a consultation or just a talk about something one tries to make a decision on feels good, doing it all by yourself sucks.

Let’s say you don’t care what hotel she books. She ends up doing all the research on hotels. Presents you with it, pros and cons. You still say you don’t care. Ok, so now the burden of choice is solely on her. You guys arrive, the hotel sucks. Can’t you see that this is frustrating in a different way than if the two of you decided on the hotel together?

I once broke up with someone because he couldn’t stop using ^^ after every sentence even in the middle of a serious discussion/argument

Peter I swear to God if this is how we meet again I’ll lose it

Go from Wales, Alaska near the Bering Strait to the southern tip of Florida. You have traveled 4,580 miles (7,370 km) in 14 states and provinces. At no point were you not in a jurisdiction that was predominantly English speaking.

Laughs in Russian

Does anyone know the context? Is the soup a metaphor?

Australian detected

Dude I would have shat my pants.

Truth be told I would still shit my pants.

I remember freaking out when the last season of Friends aired - what, there are people vacationing in Bermuda? Are they insane? I was in my late teens

Literally had this 15 mins ago

Say what you will but this would be a very cool “this is how we met” story that they could tell their kids down the line

The more pubes the less guyliner? Really?

100%. Back then I didn’t know that, I assumed contacting the delivery service was the logical step. Some googling then showed me that was wrong and I should have contacted the company right away. But that wasn’t even a thing I thought about googling - it seemed like the feud was with me and Hermes only.

But everyone, take notes.

I had that with a rather expensive parcel from Korea “delivered” by Hermes. They claimed it had been delivered to my post box - a small slit of an apartment building. There were skincare products inside and no way this would have fit in there.

Anyway, it was not there. I wanted to call them to ask about it and jfc it took me a labyrinth of automated answers in a chat bot to even get the number for customer service. Once I called them - same shenanigans. Robo answers, asking for the parcel number. It always ended with “it has been delivered to your post box. Thank you”. Somehow, magically, I finally managed to talk to a person - after pressing a very specific combination of dials during the robo answers which I will never be able to reproduce - I explained them the situation, they said “uhum” (like a nod), started typing in silence, to then tell me “the parcel has been delivered to your post box” I am very glad this was a phone call because at that point I would have gotten violent.

I ended up asking the company I ordered from for help and they just resend the parcel. The missing parcel was never found and I hate hermes.

That sounds like a nice cover version

Dude I still try to fit everything into an overcrowded bus and carry it home from the bus station

I hope when I get dementia I won’t forget that there is a youtube instruction video for everything. I just need to remember they exist. That’s the one thing I must not forget.