Ooh, I'll play! I'm 40 years old. I write checks every month to pay my rent, which has to be delivered to their office either by snail mail or in person (no online payment option).
The last time I saw a dedicated fax machine was my retail job in 2008.
The last time I used a deposit slip was three years ago when I deposited a gallon bag of change in person with a bank teller.
Yes, and well before that too. It meant an unmarried adult woman over the age of _____. (Here is where the discrepancy lies.) It was always true for an elderly woman. But could sometimes be applied all the way down to age 30, especially if you go far enough back that you were expected to be married in your 20s. (And if you weren't, there must be something wrong with you.)
Ironically, the algorithm pushing adhd content to my boyfriend is what made him actually realize that that's what he probably has. He just thought everyone felt the way he always has, but were better at handling their life than he was. (There might be a serious low self-esteem problem mixed in there too.)
This is almost the story of my boyfriend's childhood.
"My son don't need any drugs!"
Now he's over 40 and finally putting all the pieces together. But not before going tens of thousands of dollars into debt, which is forcing him to keep a job he hates so that he can pay rent. Have I mentioned the daily panic attacks and constant stress on his body?
But he still hasn't seen anyone to get a proper diagnosis because "I am barely making it right now, but seeing someone is something I can't handle right now. Seeing someone might make it worse, and I'll just go further into debt."
So here we are. Quickly dying, and not fixing it.
I think it's Padme. In the meme, I mean.
I know, for example, that my microwave completes one full rotation every 10 seconds. If I want to heat something for 45 seconds, it'll end up backwards. But that's on me for not using a multiple of 10 seconds.
I've never heard of a company giving you your birthday off either. But it's the only day every year that I feel special, so I always use vacation time to have that day off. And usually a couple of days surrounding it too.
It's, uh, boll. Boll weevil. So you learned two things!
While we're on animals, every time I hear the word mongoose I picture some kind of platypus-like creature. Like, a half goose, half weasel or something. And that's not what it is at all.
Personal opinion with absolutely no evidence to back it up: because people are more and more desperate, especially about money. There is nothing left to look forward to for the poor and lower class except the hope of a quick fix / windfall. Everything is expensive, they're barely making it paycheck to paycheck, these few dollars aren't going to make a difference either way, why not just go for big money?
They can't afford to have kids, they can't afford a house, they can't afford a nice meal in a restaurant every once in a while, and they have no safety net of savings or even parents with a house they can live in to get them through an emergency. The only way out is money and lots of it. It's this or the lottery.
I keep saying "they," but all it would take is a job loss for most of the US to be right there, including me.
I think it's like how baking soda is a "soda". It's a powder.
He is Grant Gustin. This was a behind the scenes shot. There's a character's name on that gravestone in the original picture.
I'm not sure if I'm getting whooshed.
How? Serious question. My bf is having this exact problem. Daily. It's bad.