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If I’m shopping online I try to avoid anything fast fashion. It’s usually made worse and mostly polyester. Otherwise there are few small designer brands I check sales for regularly.
In person, brands aren’t as important as checking the seams and the materials tag.
I used to say my goal is to live hard and die young. I’m not so nihilistic anymore, but I’d still say I’m living a good life if I’m pushing myself to my limits to have fun and experience new things.
Im not a professional, but from what I understand there’s like stages: ideation, planning, preparation, and attempt. or it’s something like that. What you’re describing sounds like ideation to me, which is pretty common in depressed people.
I’ve been at that point where you’re just waiting for the right time or a good enough reason. I think asking yourself that is a good reflective moment and an indicator that it’s time to either seek help or look to change something up in your life if getting help isn’t a viable option.
Keia by Colliding With Mars
Me and my partner are going a little punk rock show in a bowling alley.
“Enter[ing] the dating pool” puts way too much pressure on the situation. I just go out looking to meet interesting people and make friends. Eventually I’ll meet someone where things feel different and we’ll both want to get to know each other more than most of the people we meet. That’s how I met my current partner four months ago.
That said, we did meet while going to events in our local kink scene. That’s a more unique environment where everyone understands that conversations have a high likelihood to be sexual and any kind of judgmental attitude is frowned upon by the community. It makes it way easier to be comfortable and confident in a conversation.
Dating apps are evil. I avoid them like the plague. Yeah it may feel “safer” to swipe through strangers on an app, but you’re really just trading your mental health (and whatever information the corpos collect) for the illusion of safety. Going out and putting yourself out there is hard and scary, but it gets easier over time and the results are much better.
I was in a similar situation a few years ago. I was in a psych ward and my caseworker wanted to send me to a shelter instead of going back to my family. At the time I worried that would just make everything worse, but I’ve been questioning whether I should’ve done it or not for a while since everything got worse anyway. Obviously I don’t know your whole situation, but sometimes people are just unstable and will get worse with your influence or not.
As for how to hide it, I don’t know exactly what kinda wording you could use to talk about things. You could just avoid getting into detail about what your family actually does and just focus on how they make you feel.
I rarely find myself in this scenario, but depending on the situation I’ll either nod along and wait to add any points I have or will cut them off with a question.
Everyone I know is struggling in life. It seems almost impossible to get anything good going. Take things one step at a time and try to find a good strategy for managing upkeep on whatever needs it. Focus on improving a single thing you can do in the short term. Outside of that, I’d strongly recommend getting a union job if you don’t have employment figured out yet. A stable income with good job security is much easier to plan around even if it seems like it isn’t enough money.
That depends on your priorities I guess. As long as we have compatible ideals and treat others similarly, then I’d give it a shot. I don’t necessarily want a partner who knows history or geography, just one that’s a good person I get along with and one that shares interests with me.
On a side note, I’d personally refrain from calling anyone dumb. Schools aren’t perfect and this person has lived a whole life just like you. They have learned things, just not the same things. If they’re a 10/10, I imagine they probably know a lot about health, fitness, fashion, and maybe makeup. Those are all valid and useful things to know.
I met my partner in a queer bar for a kink event. We made eye contact a few times and when I approached them, we started complaining about our chronic pain and fucked up bodies.