Admit Something

[BurtReynolds]

monsters

[lennytheweedwhacker]

And that’s why you don’t go to college

[doug rr]

its a life lesson about living off of campus when you can and having an apartment with a washer and a dryer

[lennytheweedwhacker]

its a life lesson about living off of campus when you can and having an apartment with a washer and a dryer

Why didn’t you buy a house?

[doug rr]

its a life lesson about living off of campus when you can and having an apartment with a washer and a dryer

Why didn’t you buy a house?

I was 18

[lennytheweedwhacker]

its a life lesson about living off of campus when you can and having an apartment with a washer and a dryer

Why didn’t you buy a house?

I was 18

And?

[doug rr]

its a life lesson about living off of campus when you can and having an apartment with a washer and a dryer

Why didn’t you buy a house?

I was 18

And?

I didn't have any pants

[lennytheweedwhacker]

its a life lesson about living off of campus when you can and having an apartment with a washer and a dryer

Why didn’t you buy a house?

I was 18

And?

I didn't have any pants

Oh yeah you need those first.

[Chris_H_2]

sorry guys. i don't think i'll ever get beyond doug never washing his jeans and, despite that, him thinking that they smell good.

[doug rr]

sorry guys. i don't think i'll ever get beyond doug never washing his jeans and, despite that, him thinking that they smell good.

they're on my chiseled body for only about 2 hours per week...they smell good

[bart]

I wash my jeans once a month or so, wear them once a week on avg

[Chris_H_2]

sorry guys. i don't think i'll ever get beyond doug never washing his jeans and, despite that, him thinking that they smell good.

they're on my chiseled body for only about 2 hours per week...they smell good

do you lather your scrote with that sweet, sweet shower-to-shower powder when you get out of the shower, or do you put on a spritz of rose water each time you slink into those jeans?

[Jorge]

It's so oppressively hot out that we rented out a whole-ass Airbnb a few blocks away just so we could swim in its private pool

[Ello Sailor]

Take it to the "signs of decadence" thread.

[Ello Sailor]

Also, baller move.

[bodysnatcher]

You guys not have sprinklers or what?

[epilogue]

After years of trying to dodge more responsibility at work, these past few weeks have taught me that I'm way better at my job when I have more responsibility. I'm not a careerist. But I want to take on more.

[BurtReynolds]

It's so oppressively hot out that we rented out a whole-ass Airbnb a few blocks away just so we could swim in its private pool

I would rent a hotel room for a few days in August in Washington just to have some AC. There have been some awful summers up there in the last few years, but no air conditioners.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[epilogue]

After years of trying to dodge more responsibility at work, these past few weeks have taught me that I'm way better at my job when I have more responsibility. I'm not a careerist. But I want to take on more.

I've been in a similar mindset for about a year and a half now. I find that as long as the extra responsibility aligns highly with my core values -- and maximizes my capacity to engage in these values -- it doesn't really feel like work!

It's bizarrely freeing. I've always liked my job. But I've been LOVING it lately. And it feels so much more rewarding on an emotional/psychological level. Which is weird. But I'm here for it!