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Cake day: July 10th, 2023

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  • AquaTofana@lemmy.worldtoMemes@lemmy.mlIntrovert translator
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    6 months ago

    I feel this so hard. I fucking see you. I’m very much a extrovert. I enjoy going out and doing things with people MUCH more than I do being at home. I get hype when I get to plan something, whether that’s at my house for a D&D session or out and about around town (or even vacations). I’m also a “more the merrier type”, which means everyone is invited and I’ll genuinely talk to you/make sure no one is left out. I just like people.

    But after a certain amount of times being stood-up/flaked on in the final hours, I stop with the invites. I stop asking for people’s opinions on if they want to do things with me. I stop planning. And I just kinda disconnect from people.

    I’ve had introverted coworkers and associates tell me “I like to be invited, I just don’t always like to go. But I want to be included.”

    But bruh, it hurts my feelings too when I get so excited to hang with everyone and you bail regularly. Clearly at some point I have to accept that I’m just not your cup of tea, and you’re prioritizing other things. That’s okay, but it doesn’t mean I have to accept continuously being knocked down by you because of it.

    Imma take a stab in the dark and say that you’re your friend groups “planner” friend as well. It’s really fucking frustrating to try and plan something as simple as a dinner that requires reservations, and people are like “Um. Uh. Maybe I’ll come, idk”, up until the last minute. Or even a headcount for food being served at your house.



  • Honestly, I think this could be true. There’s definitely something to be said about willingly putting yourself in a vulnerable position with someone you feel safe with, for the sole purpose of their pleasure and nothing else. However, there’s definitely a balance. If my husband demanded blow jobs every day or something, I’d probably get the “ick” from him and not want to do it. But since he’s never been the one to be demanding about anything sexual, I do actually love making him feel good like that.

    Sometimes I’ll make it hella silly and we’ll be sitting on the couch and I’ll just say something stupid like “GO GET ON THE BED KING, ITS TIME TO GET YOUR DICK SUCKED!” And he’ll roll his eyes and blush but I also see the corner of his mouth quirk into a small smile and I know he’s just like “She’s thinking of me.” And it gives me all the warm fuzzies. I also saw a meme once that said “LEMME STRESS EAT THAT DICK”, and that’s one that I’ve whipped out a time or two that makes him snort. Yeah, I’m goofy, not every time, but sometimes, because we’ve been married for 14 years this year and I just like to see him grin.

    That being said, I also fucking love when he wants to take care of my needs out of nowhere too. There’s something amazing about just knowing someone is invested in your pleasure.





  • Ngl, I find some of these Hella cute. But I’m also someone who loves creative/unique names (to a point). I don’t like offensive/obvious sponsorship/stupid joke names (the infamous “Ladasha” spelled “La-A” or “Absidy” spelled “ABCDE”)

    But I think Rocklyn and Brexleigh are adorable names for little girls! I’d probably spell it Brexley though.

    Then again, when I was growing up I liked the name "Huxley’ as a gender-neutral name for a future child, so, do with that what you will



  • I’m on your side bruh. We’ve owned our home since 2013. It’s appreciated $100K, but we also spent $60K last year alone in windows/siding/getting the whole house replumbed because there ended up being a massive leak in the foundation.

    We had planned for the windows/siding, plumbing was just a nice bonus (it was noticed by our siding contractor actually).

    We’ve also replaced the HVAC, leveled the foundation, replaced the HWH, replaced the roof (that was a lucky insurance thing though due to a massive hail storm), replaced the gutters, and the flooring over the years since buying.

    So…if we ever decide/need to sell, we’ll break even.

    And we didn’t buy a shitty house either. It was built in 1995. It was already 18 years old when we got it, and it’s nearly 30 now. People don’t realize that this shit doesn’t last forever.

    That being said, while I will be Team Renter when we leave this duty station, I’m also in a privileged position being that I’ll have a pension. I completely understand people who don’t have that safety net wanting a little more stability/security.