Well here's my worst: I relapsed after having dropped my tolerance and the EMTs scraped me out of a ditch and took me to my job, although thank God I don't work in the ED. Apparently I said something to the effect of "just let me die" which wound up getting me a babysitter (suicidaldrunksitter?) and wound up having to talk to a pgy-2 who very clearly (and nervously) recognized me. Fortunately my hospital is relatively with it on the evidence-based-practice even in behavioral health so he knew to wait until I was sober again to do a full assessment, because that would've been a whole week down the drain in grippy sock jail.

I think polyamory is an immutable part of someone's sexual orientation as much as the gender preference spectrum (homo/heterosexual) and the intensity/situationalness (ace/gray-ace/demi). I think some people just naturally see sex and intimate relationships as something they can do openly with multiple people and some people just don't. I think it will become more acceptable for the people who see sex that way to find each other and express their love that way, the same as with all the other sexual relationships between consenting adults are becoming more acceptable. But the same way it would be silly to say we'll all be homosexual eventually I don't think we'll all be poly someday either.

Addictions often stem from a lack of stimulating activities or connection to others. The recent retirement supports this, as he would have lost both at that time. So he needs to get into some hobby that's less likely to leave him homeless, but that is gonna fill those needs. You gotta find him somewhere to go that's outside the house that he can:

1. mostly rest/vegetate
2. occasionally get rewarded
3. do either alone or with a trusted friend
4. consume mind altering substances while vegetating (usually alcohol)

With all this in mind I now realize why there's so many jokes about old dudes fishing. Do with that what you will.

But yeah. You should start some kind of multi generational hobby club for how to sit around and all be dudes together. There's probably some younger men out there who missed that part during COVID too so like. And figure out some activity that's not going to be horribly boring to the younger adults that won't be horribly overstimulating to the older adults.

I've always thought the answer to the whole men's mental health crisis we're seeing today (I work in inpatient mental health) was getting men to connect better with each other in addition to women. A lot of guys say they weren't taught to talk about their feelings which means not only are they losing a lot of opportunity for emotional validation, but they're losing that validation from where it would matter most; the people most like them. I say this because a bunch of young male patients keep asking me for life advice and I'm like bruh we both know nothing I say is gonna make a lick of sense I wasn't raised in that box.

Wait do you know about "Will You Help Me Repair My Door?" or the Lawsuit?

Not true! You also have to be significantly lucky. I've met plenty of egocentric psychopaths who are stuck in small-time hustles and utterly pissed about it.

In my defense, not seeing any buildings bigger than a barn until you're about ten, and not many more until 16 then going to NYC on a girl scout trip did almost cause a panic attack.

Oh my algorithm is FUCKED because I'm so insanely curious.

So first of all I'm always googling stuff from medical procedures to culture and liguistics. That's part of how I found out that apparently black Americans will sometimes get a nose job to confirm better to western beauty standards.

Second of all, I will click on everything that I can't identify, which often turn out to be kitchen implements or specialized hobby equipment. One time I clicked on some weird looking shoes, shortly followed by some bizarre looking amorphous plastic things which turned out to be special climbing shoes and screw-in footholds, respectively.

So anyway, that's the story of how Google adsense thinks I'm an African American woman who hates her nose but is also extremely passionate about indoor climbing (none of this is even remotely true).

So I work 12 but because I'm a night nurse a lot of the time it's just being there and monitoring, then occasionally doing something if the monitoring indicates the need. And particularly in psychiatry, a lot of the monitoring is passive. Sure I'll go personally check on people every few hours (the techs do 15 minute checks) but a lot of my monitoring is poking my head out of the nursing station to whisper-yell "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT NOISE" or jumping up when the floorstaff move too fast (some of our security who know me well will actually frantically gesture at me to sit the fuck back down they're just showing their buddy a meme they got excited about).

How is his chin that small even WITH a beard? Is that the real reason incels idolize him? I know they've got lots of weird chin issues is he like their Helen Keller? Chinless success story?

I'm a nurse and we were taught to educate patients at the fifth grade level as well. Believe it or not, the sex ed level is even lower! The average American seems to struggle with such topics as "it's bad to touch or be touched when the person being touched doesn't like it" and "don't put random household objects in your butthole."

This is it 500%.

They needed to give people something to fight about.

I'm not even sure if I'm trans and I'm already prepping to fight people for my own existence because I know somebody somewhere needs to make my body evil so other people stop asking why they take all the money.

Fighting the moral existence of me and my body are just the next excuse for why you should give somebody who already has more money than God even more power and control (usually in the way of money).

Gotta fight me. How dare I not want to have the tits or uterus that grew on me. And to stop me from doing that you just have to give this other dude more money and more legislative control. You just have to stop asking for fair wages or safe working environments. Give this rando the power to tell you you're a stupid poor who deserves to toil in pain and misery and he'll save you from the fact that I just kinda personally don't like having tiddies.

And the absolute bestest way to tell people I'm evil? Tell them I'll tell their kids their bodies aren't evil. Because that's the truth. If some kid asks me if it's ok that they don't wanna have tits I'll tell them that's fine. And the ONLY thing worse than my body being evil is me telling your kid it's ok for their body to be evil too.

It doesn't matter that I'll tell them to experiment with non-permanent things first and get their head on straight before they decide their body ain't right. It doesn't matter that I'll ask them to examine their viewpoints on what gender even means before they make that decision. Hell I'd even tell a kid to make sure they're not mistaking fat-shame for gender dysphoria. I would literally tell them to evaluate any other option before permanent body modification.

But the people telling girls they aren't skinny enough but also their tits aren't big enough and boys they aren't skinny enough but also their muscles aren't big enough are totally NOT the problem here.

Utopia has always been a process, never a destination. You will never be able to elect humans that will act in your interests forever. You must stay alert and aware of the happenings around you and constantly advocate for yourself and those who can't.