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So I saved this home I fell in love with on realtor,com a while back but today I looked at it just because and now it has a pending status on it and I'm heartbroken and don't want to buy anything anymore :(

Every once in a while, at work, I’ll steal all the pens from a specific manager I don’t like’s desk. Sometimes, I’ll throw them directly in the garbage. Others, I disperse them among coworkers to muddy the trail. But every time, I revel in the chaos.

I'm waiting for Halsey's new song to be released.

I'm convinced that every past iteration of myself is smarter than present me. This holds; even though past mes get progressively smarter, culminating to each subsequent iteration of present me who is always dumber than any past me. It's a whole mess.

Every once in a while, at work, I’ll steal all the pens from a specific manager I don’t like’s desk. Sometimes, I’ll throw them directly in the garbage. Others, I disperse them among coworkers to muddy the trail. But every time, I revel in the chaos.

You should borrow some ideas from Jim... The Office Pranks

I am so routinely disappointed in people - the collective at large in every facet - that there are times I wish I could surrender to total apathy. To have a choice in the matter, the semblance of free will even if a lie told to me. What might life be like if one were allowed to decide against instinct or ingrained predisposed behavior? What is that experience like? Is it worth it to choose? To know the answer or what should be done and go against it to fulfill the wants of the self? To even be allowed to think on it and deliberate in earnest rather than philosophical musing? I cannot say I can begin to imagine but I can say I do wish at times I did. Perhaps then I could appreciate and perhaps prove more understanding of why people fail or how despite experiencing the same issues with people time and again that I may change what I am.

Even yet, in observation I realize this would be insufficient; no amount of change on my behalf would change the human beings I need deal with, be them those addressed for seconds at a time or months to years or beyond. Yet it is still bothersome that I cannot change this aspect of my very being. That I cannot even so much as choose to. I know that there are prices to be paid for every thing that is to be bought but is this one of those costs? Was one freedom sacrificed upon the altar for another, to liberate one's self from the coils of man only to pay dearly in other ways? It must be, as nothing in life is free and reasonably least of all such a power as that.

So perhaps my fantasizing that matters may more sufficiently resolve if I understood people more through experience as theirs is misplaced. Rather, I should say I too know that answer to already be a "Yes.", that what a woeful fool I am to believe even for a moment that appreciating free will would allow me to see what it is people do. For what reason would I renege? To alleviate the desire to have expectation and standard? To sympathize with those I cannot understand? To avoid the call of indifference? No, none of these things are enough and none would be. All of these things are not worth their cost; one curse traded for another.

Thus I will remain so disappointed and aghast at the way people exercise their power of choice. Full understanding, or even an appreciation of, eludes me and no amount of hopefulness - optimism I cannot bury - will dispense from me. Perhaps one day I will meet one who proves me wrong, that they excel and exceed in every hope and aspiration for or from them, but until then the fact of the matter is that I will harbor my desire to surrender to total lack of investment only to be completely incapable of choosing it - slave to nature's grandeur and terribleness I am.

People like me, aka southerners, open up sentences and conversations with, Shit, Hell, Goddamn, etc. It depends on their attitude, time, and place. If you're tired, you may say "Shit, I'm going to bed." If you're starving, you may say "Goddamn, I need some food." And, if you're sitting around by yourself, you may say "Hell with it, I'm gonna get stoned."

The cuss words can alternate as spoken at time and place.

I hate brownies

I love brownies, especially with walnuts.Yum!! :D

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Sponge-brained fleshlings...

Im a weeb.. don't blame me...

I'm back!

One time I committed two felonies, or so they tell me. D plane! D plane!

For morale purposes, I often bring goods for the holidays as well as decorations for my subordinates. An example being Christmas, wherein everything from a tree to bulbs and gingerbread was provided. Needless to say, they much more enjoyed their work and were more productive with less incidents.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity You sound like a moderately skilled negotiator, at the very least.

@Arachnid0 Welcome back. ~

-I have never committed any crime that I've been caught at.

-If you put nuts in my brownies, I'll probably fight you.

My wife and son are allergic to tree nuts. They wouldn't eat the brownies either.

I personally think they mainly put nuts in brownies these days to trick gullible humans into thinking that the brownie will be inherently healthier and/or less fattening.

@Arachnid0
No, that would be those low calorie labeled brownies they sell on tv.
yeah, low calorie alright, they are smaller.

I thought that was funny.

Ouran High School Host Club is why I check for expensive-looking objects in a room when I enter. And if there is, I keep it in sight, and stay the hell away from it.