theangryseal

This comment is batshit insane. I’m for it.

This should be more common knowledge. Why am I just learning about this?

All the talk about “Putin fighting Nazis”. It would have been nice to be able to say, “actually bruh” for years now.

Thank you for this post. I am so mad at myself for not knowing this already.

This is where i’ve been for about 7 months.

The cracks in my mind are just starting to show. I don’t know if I can keep doing it.

It is different though. She wants me to be a stay at home dad so I left my job of 24 years. First 5 months was awesome. My last day of work was the day before our third little one was born.

She’s in the “cry for nothing until you hold me” phase, so I’m hoping once she cuts it out I’ll be ok again.

I’ve been about to crack though. 4:30 this morning it was bottle time. Mom is working from 4AM TO 2PM at the moment, so that’s just the way it is for now.

I’m so so so tired. I guess I’d be even worse working right now.

I hope you enjoy every minute of retirement.

This is my go-to explanation, but christofascists don’t care.

I took care of one of the best friends I ever had at the end of his life, right when Covid hit and all that. He was a tough dude to handle on a good day, and I once told him in a fight (long before his illness knocked him down) that if I were catholic and could convince folks that I had performed a miracle, they’d make me a saint when I died for the patience required to be his friend. Any time he’d get angry at me he’d bring it up too haha. “Old saint angryeal the patient over here!” :p

It was tough. There were times when I thought things that I’d have to feel guilty about for weeks. I don’t anymore, because we talked and he acknowledged that he was a nightmare. He said, “I’ve ran everyone that ever loved me right out the door. I grew up hard and I guess I learned that if you always strike first no one could catch you off guard. You’re my best friend and I love you. I know you’ve wanted to kill me at times, but without you I wouldn’t have made it this far and I want you to know that I appreciate it more than I’ve appreciated anything in my life.”

There were times when I’d grit my teeth and it took everything in me to keep from losing it. Especially when he’d go to the hospital and then lie about his alcohol addiction, become delirious and demand to be released, I’d go get him, he’d regain his sanity and then cry. Finally, he decided to be honest and they medicated him. In his last days they even brought some of his favorite beer for him. He’d say, “I’ll be dead soon.” I’d remind him that he was too mean to die, the devil didn’t want him haha.

As hard as it was, I wouldn’t trade the time I got to spend with him for anything.

When I was young and I got strung out on heroin, he took care of me and kept me out of a lot of trouble. I owed him more than I could ever give.

Years before that, I took care of my ex’s father as he died from ALS and Parkinson’s. That was seriously, seriously hard to do. He couldn’t care for himself at all. He was so sad about being an inconvenience to anyone. “I’m so sorry you have to do this. I’m so so sorry.” That was the hardest part in that. I told him to think of my body as an extension of his own, but I know he never could.

He also took care of me when I was younger. I was homeless as a teenager and he took me in. He took in a lot of people. When I walked into his tiny little house to sleep, there were so many people there it was unreal. I slept on the floor in the living room with four other dudes he was looking out for. Some of them showed up to beg him for his medication while he was dying. It was insane. I hid his painkillers in my wood stove under some ash in the back. My house was broken into at least 6 different times by people looking for those pills. I hated them so much, then became an addict myself just around the corner and understood at least why they were all such monsters. Didn’t excuse them of course, but understood them.

I know I just said a whole lot of nothing. I guess I just wanted to say that I’m on the other side of twice being a caretaker. I’m sure I’ll have to do it again eventually. I’m very close with my uncle and he has a lot of money so I’m sure I’ll be fighting off parasites with him one day and dealing with all of that. Anyway, when I’m on my deathbed, regardless of the circumstances, I will die proud for having cared for the people I cared for no matter how hard it was or is in a moment. I won’t let myself sit and regret that I’m nobody, because at least twice in my life I have actually mattered and provided honest to god comfort to someone in this world that we all suffer in.

I have nothing but respect for people who do that day in and day out.

Sorry for this useless book. Y’all be good.

lol there is that.

6k though, haha I’m getting it at that point and I’ll just paint “fuck Elon” all around so folks know I only got it because it was cheap.

I do think the truck will have a cult like following one day by collectors who were 17 when it came out but 75 at that point.

If Elon didn’t have his nose in every piece of business around the planet and go out of his way to be famous/infamous, someone could have used it as a movie prop like the DeLorean.

Oh man now I want to get a rascal so I can have rascal nuts.

Why did you make me realize this possibility.

I want to get a little smart car and give it nuts too.

Everything needs nuts. We should fucking nuts for our phones bro.

PHONE NUTS! My 6 dollar idea!

My kid was crazy about those books.

I’m right there with you.

Yeah, I guess. It was in bas taste but it was also harmless.

Oh man, I absolutely love breasts. Too much, really. :p