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Yeah it being broken is definitely a first world problem, hence why it has stayed broken for 5 years.
Yeah it being broken is definitely a first world problem, hence why it has stayed broken for 5 years.
The friggin ice maker on the fridge. Plus the drawers are falling apart and it’s only been 7 years.
That’s the topic of the next debate.
My face reading this 😐😀😰
Doing something because you wanted to makes you way more grown up than the clothes.
Are they Kidde? I’ve had 3 photoelectric Kiddes that started failing and going off randomly. I’ve been slowly replacing all of mine.
The builder installed them. Occasionally walking through our neighbourhood we hear other people’s going off too.
He never takes her anywhere nice.
They market it as gourmet or something. If you get Velveeta shells there the sauce is in a pouch.
Your comment made me look at your username and now I regret it.
Who are you, so wise in the way of Flintstones lore?
That’s why I like my galaxy beats live buds. They don’t really sit in ear- mostly they sit just outside.
Because then they wouldn’t be able to tell you to return your seat to the upright position for landing.
The Canadian system is triaged according to priority, as opposed to who can or can’t afford it. I’ve had several MRIs, including one during the height of COVID, and have never waited more than a few weeks. One was scheduled a couple of months out and then moved up after a radiologist reviewed my x-rays. Granted one of them was at 3am but would rather have answers and an inconvenient appointment time
Same to you, friend.
I used to feel the same way with mirrors and actually wanted to write into my will that all photos of me must be destroyed upon my death. The idea of being permanently recorded terrified me.
I think therapy really helped, since if anything my appearance has strayed further from my mental image. That’s not to say it’s the same for you. It’s a relief to me that I’m not the only one who has felt this way, and I hope that you find some relief from the feeling itself too.
Well if you check and they died you can get the body out and then the stall is free again.
I just learned about this, and think I have it too, to an extent. I’ve grown more comfortable as I move age and transform closer to the hag witch I was born to be.
It’s called a fear of being perceived, or scopophobia. Apparently it’s common with neurodivergence (though I personally wouldn’t consider myself neurodivergent- at least not enough to seek a diagnosis).
Never is a very long time my friend.
I try to treat everyone as though I might be the first drop of kindness they have seen in some time, and my mantra when I find it difficult is “be kindness”- as in, choose the kindest option available to me at the time.
THAT SAID, I would not call myself a nice person, and if I was asked this I would elaborate that I try to be kind. I’ve known a handful of people who call themselves nice and I’ve been disappointed in their lack of patience and grace for others. Nice people don’t need to say they’re nice.
The medieval ice age sounded miserable though