Joined the military.
Went to college.
Three thousand miles or ninety days! Proper vehicle maintenance is important. Learn to do it yourself.
I've been celibate for seven years, which is primarily the result of a depressingly large number of stupid choices I've made. I kind of hate everyone.
I wasted way too much time in college too, and if I had known how much I would end up hating politics in this country I would not have made it my field of study.
Way too many things to count. I might know better but I also have to admit that I know myself better than to think that I can accept that I know how it will end prior to giving it one more shot.
Admitting to people who I really am. When I see the look of disgust on their face, I then have to kill them. lol. Am I kidding? You don't know.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
Iceglow's post makes perfect sense in a horrifically vague kind of way. You have to be there, in a sense. I think there are always going to be stupid things we do. Realising it is the first step.
Put school off. Dated people at work. Agreed to supervisor duties and six days a week without supervisor pay. Moved to Arizona. Moved to California with ex while having second thoughts. Signed a year lease with ex when I knew I shouldn't have and then broke said lease.
I have a plethora of good decisions under my belt.
I'm with Shorty. Moving in with bad boyfriends has been a mistake of mine.
I kept the post deliberately "horrifically vague" there isn't a need to share details of what I've screwed up on at times. Those who know me well will likely have an idea of what I am alluding to in some regards. Either way I am a glutton for punishing myself by knowing what the outcome of something almost certainly will be but believing I can influence the outcome in to something different regardless.
A good while back, I decided to try Nair on my beard (well, stubble) because I hated how shaving always gave me ingrown hairs. I put the Nair on, waited the appropriate amount of time, and wiped it off. The hair was supposed to wipe off with the Nair. It didn't.
The instructions warned against keeping the Nair on for too long, or using it in very close intervals. Since it didn't work, I decided that Nair was weak and crappy and I would put more on, and leave it on longer.
I eventually wound up with a totally radical, beard shaped chemical burn on my face for several weeks. It still didn't remove all of the hair, and my face hurt too much to shave. So I had to walk around with what looked like a combination of a really, really bad sun burn and the mange on my face.
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Joe, you are a mad genius.