SARGEx117
Remember freedom fries? I remember seeing a paper taped to a menu once that said "freedom fries" over what I now know we're just regular French fries.
Didn't know why people were calling it that at the time, but looking back... Damn. I wonder how our high school French teacher was doing....
I honestly wonder how many police forces in the US got their start because of slavery.
Hey stop being so happy! Tons of other people have richer lives than you!
The way a lot of people in the comments are talking, everyone is a psych/sociopath. Sure, it can happen, but the percentage of the population with such tendencies is so low, it makes it ridiculous coming from someone who doesn't carry an umbrella everywhere.
Sure, it's sunny, and there's nothing to indicate it will rain in the hour I'm gone, but every so often it happens and I'm prepared.
Like.... Legitimately I'd rather be single and never worry about it, rather than be that terrified of something like that.
Can it happen? Absolutely. I can name two people I know personally it happened to.
But to just assume that everyone is like that, and that the person you place your trust in will betray said trust and to think otherwise is stupid....... Like.... Just stay single then and stop trying to make other people as miserable as you?
I trust my wife, and I trust our separate bank accounts. If I need something, she sends it. If she needs something, I send it. My parents have their own accounts, as well as a joint account. They set all three up at the same time when they moved to the state.
Someone who mistrusts every single person to that degree, including their own spouse, is in need of therapy, because something needs to be worked out. And therapy works.
I looked my mother in the eyes after a long day once and responded to a similar statement with "No, I hated your chilli when I was a kid."
She really does make the absolute worst chilli I've ever tasted. It's so bland. There is almost no chilli powder in it, just some salt and a little bit of pre-ground pepper from a packaged salt/pepper shaker. The recipe amounts to "throw some hamburger and tomato sauce with canned beans in a pot and cook it for an hour and then add random amounts of all THREE seasonings"
It's a wonder I survived to be able to cook on my own.
My wife grew up with terrible cooks. So did I, but I learned to cook to make my own food, she resorted to microwaves, frozen pizzas, and 2 (in my opinion extremely bland but will never say because she was super happy to make it for me) dishes she figured out.
Since being with me, she has figured out she likes chicken, salmon and tilapia, medium steak, a few vegetables, and quite a few other things. Her parents UNDERCOOKED chicken and seafood, made steak into charcoal or still bloody with no in between which made her not trust any pink, and they boiled the everloving shit out of every vegetable until peas were mush and broccoli looked like it was rotting.
They also never had real mayonnaise, and she only ever had miracle whip and thought she hated mayo.
And tea was always super weak and filled with sugar, so she never had real tea until she tried mine one day and went "I thought you said this was tea?"
Total speculation: I think the reason so many of our parents suck at cooking is because they didn't learn before having kids, and when it came time to either spend shitloads on carryout or figure out cooking, they just remembered the basic ingredients from their own childhood, but we're never around for the spices or cook times. And since internet wasn't really a "I need a recipe, let me google that on my phone real quick" until much later, it was that or find a cookbook with all your favorite recipes.