During my university years, I worked a few different types of employment. One of these types of employment during that time of my life, I worked selling markers and monuments you purchase to be the marker you have at a cemetery. True, in theory you only have one grave marker because you only have one grave. Still, you really do not have people really interested or really engaged with the only grave marker your going to have for decades and centuries down the history of time. For a vast amount of people, they spend a great amount of time and energy, debate with themselves, debate with family members, make plans for purchasing groceries, make plans for producing the dinner -- and this is a Thanksgiving dinner. The plans and planning for a Thanksgiving dinner, have more people engaged with this activity than making plans and planning of grave markers and monuments -- were grave makers will be around decades and centuries.

Still, the family lack of interest and general dislike to purchase, but feeling a moral and ethical duty to do so does have a interested impact of selling the products. What was a bit morbid with this type of employment, I had to park my car next to burial vaults. Plus, we also did cremations. So, my office was less than 150 feet from someone being cremated. The real problem was, it was the way the building floor plan was designed. Were people were being cremated and the sale floor, was divided with a wall but the wall was around 80% glass. So you can be on the sales floor selling grave markers and monuments, and look at someone being cremated at the same time.

One day I had a woman and her daughter who was around 10 years old. I was making headway of selling a single grave marker when her daughter came to her mother and asked a question. "Mom, what are they doing with that naked woman?" On the other side, they were bringing in a woman to be cremated. The mother looked what was happening, she grabbed her daughter, and I lost a sale.

I have Mitochondria

They are the powerhouse of my cells.

More often than not, my dreams create a lot of anxiety for me. For example, last night I dreamt I was trying to get away from a bomb about to go off in the middle of the small town where I'm from. As always, I run as fast as I can although it never feels fast enough. Then came the second part of the dream. Out of nowhere, I had some generic bad guy order me to my knees as he yelled at someone else. Then he turned his attention to me and told me to get into a car and drive off. I didn't want to get in the car as I knew it was rigged with a bomb, but he had a gun, so I had no choice. I drove for a few blocks then the dream ended because presumably the damn thing blew up.

The dream is kind of funny as yesterday I watched an episode of Criminal Minds involving a school shooter who also had a bomb on him. But yes, I have a ton of dreams where I'm being chased by someone or something. Or in this case, I have to do something and I'm terrified but I have no choice. I've been stabbed, shot, kidnapped, drowned, etc. I wish I could get an expert to weigh in on this. I mean, I wouldn't complain if I had at least one dream where I win the lottery but noooooo.

my favorite kind of cake is carrot. :)

Music things that make me happy:

-The part in If It Means A Lot To You by A Day To Remember where everyone is singing "la la la".

-Anytime Benjamin Burnley sings virtually anything.

-That part in 'Ohio Is For Lovers' by Hawthorne Heights that says "So cut my wrists and black my eyes." (I'm an edgy fuck, yeah).

-The whole entire beat in any SIVIK, Missio or N i G H T's song.

-Everything about Halsey and Meg Myers.

-When I try to rap Josh's part in 'Kitchen Sink' by Twenty-One Pilots but almost die from lack of air.

-Shitty pop punk bands. Just like.... all of the pop punk bands. Waterparks, Makeout, As It Is, etc.

-A lot more, but you get my point.

I get intense social anxiety. Especially in Guild/RP settings. I always have. No mistake my best friends are those who engage me and are willing to guide me away from the anxiety and back to just having fun writing together.

I'd be so lost without them.

My absolute favorite song is Grace Got You by MercyMe.

Im practically obsessed with Control and Gasoline by Halsey and I also love AU/RA and AViVA

@Winter Star12 Au/Ra is amazing!!!

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I cooked, I ate, I napped. Now it's time to drink.

During my university years, I worked a few different types of employment. One of these types of employment during that time of my life, I worked selling markers and monuments you purchase to be the marker you have at a cemetery. True, in theory you only have one grave marker because you only have one grave. Still, you really do not have people really interested or really engaged with the only grave marker your going to have for decades and centuries down the history of time. For a vast amount of people, they spend a great amount of time and energy, debate with themselves, debate with family members, make plans for purchasing groceries, make plans for producing the dinner -- and this is a Thanksgiving dinner. The plans and planning for a Thanksgiving dinner, have more people engaged with this activity than making plans and planning of grave markers and monuments -- were grave makers will be around decades and centuries.

Still, the family lack of interest and general dislike to purchase, but feeling a moral and ethical duty to do so does have a interested impact of selling the products. What was a bit morbid with this type of employment, I had to park my car next to burial vaults. Plus, we also did cremations. So, my office was less than 150 feet from someone being cremated. The real problem was, it was the way the building floor plan was designed. Were people were being cremated and the sale floor, was divided with a wall but the wall was around 80% glass. So you can be on the sales floor selling grave markers and monuments, and look at someone being cremated at the same time.

One day I had a woman and her daughter who was around 10 years old. I was making headway of selling a single grave marker when her daughter came to her mother and asked a question. "Mom, what are they doing with that naked woman?" On the other side, they were bringing in a woman to be cremated. The mother looked what was happening, she grabbed her daughter, and I lost a sale.

As the mother proceeds to walk away, she hears the sound of gun being loaded, she turns around just to see...you, aiming Ak-47 at her forehead. "I ain't gonna lose my sale because of that."

More often than not, my dreams create a lot of anxiety for me. For example, last night I dreamt I was trying to get away from a bomb about to go off in the middle of the small town where I'm from. As always, I run as fast as I can although it never feels fast enough. Then came the second part of the dream. Out of nowhere, I had some generic bad guy order me to my knees as he yelled at someone else. Then he turned his attention to me and told me to get into a car and drive off. I didn't want to get in the car as I knew it was rigged with a bomb, but he had a gun, so I had no choice. I drove for a few blocks then the dream ended because presumably the damn thing blew up.

The dream is kind of funny as yesterday I watched an episode of Criminal Minds involving a school shooter who also had a bomb on him. But yes, I have a ton of dreams where I'm being chased by someone or something. Or in this case, I have to do something and I'm terrified but I have no choice. I've been stabbed, shot, kidnapped, drowned, etc. I wish I could get an expert to weigh in on this. I mean, I wouldn't complain if I had at least one dream where I win the lottery but noooooo.

Dreams always speak to us in a subconscious symbolic language. If your dreams circle around being constantly hurt/killed throughout the months, there must be a psychological trigger. Try to find it.

Before you sleep, try to listen to calm music, which will help slowing your heart rate and lower levels of stress hormones.

As the mother proceeds to walk away, she hears the sound of gun being loaded, she turns around just to see...you, aiming Ak-47 at her forehead. "I ain't gonna lose my sale because of that."

Sir:

Growing up as a child, and into my teenage lifestyle, and dealing with it as a adult: I did have connections with law enforcement as my father worked as a correction officer at a state prison. I do understand correction officers, I do understand police officers, I do understand county, state and federal law enforcement because I was a law enforcement brat. Law enforcement says "crime does not pay" and that is not really true. Crime does pay, as criminals do go to prison or jails, and the staff needs to watch over the prisoners. But the staff, they do have a family and the family do have children to raise into adulthood like any other family. Yes, some did use violence with a firearm, and killed someone, and they died a early death and the person is spending years or life in prison. Violence in America, it does support families and raises children to go to the university -- just like me. Joking around by violence, I know the system very well. A parent killed with a firearm, their children may not go to college; a parent killed someone with a firearm, their children may not go to college; a parent that is a babysitter to a murderer, their children is a given their children will go to college. So please, do not joke about violence. I am very aware about the long game about violence, and about cause and effect that last a lifetime.

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Sir:

Growing up as a child, and into my teenage lifestyle, and dealing with it as a adult: I did have connections with law enforcement as my father worked as a correction officer at a state prison. I do understand correction officers, I do understand police officers, I do understand county, state and federal law enforcement because I was a law enforcement brat. Law enforcement says "crime does not pay" and that is not really true. Crime does pay, as criminals do go to prison or jails, and the staff needs to watch over the prisoners. But the staff, they do have a family and the family do have children to raise into adulthood like any other family. Yes, some did use violence with a firearm, and killed someone, and they died a early death and the person is spending years or life in prison. Violence in America, it does support families and raises children to go to the university -- just like me. Joking around by violence, I know the system very well. A parent killed with a firearm, their children may not go to college; a parent killed someone with a firearm, their children may not go to college; a parent that is a babysitter to a murderer, their children is a given their children will go to college. So please, do not joke about violence. I am very aware about the long game about violence, and about cause and effect that last a lifetime.

Ah, I see.

The movie Dirty Dancing is one of my all time favorites. My mom used to turn it on for me while she would clean the house on Saturday mornings, and I would practice the dances that I seen in the living room floor. Four year old me honestly thought that I was going to grow up to be Baby.

Furthermore, Lake Lure NC hosts a Dirty Dancing festival every year as some of the film was made there. The town is twenty minutes from where I live. I've never been to the festival.

I have too many favorite movies to list here. I will note that I have watched "Kelley's Heroes" at least a hundred times. Anything with Clint Eastwood is tops with me. There are certain movies, if they are playing while I am clicking through the channels on TV, I cannot pass them. Forrest Gump is one of these movies.

I've been re-watching an old Minecraft roleplay that was pretty much my childhood and turns out I still love it. Im still super amused from the jump from being two friends moving to Japan to the same two friends plus one British friend joining the Yakuza then becoming cops to capture the Yakuza.

There are times I truly do wonder if my lack of connection to what people regularly regard as valuable or meaningful is truly a loss. Those days I remind myself that most people do not even know what they are looking for in the first place, let alone when they have it.

Last year I lived a block or two away from the intersection where the UPS truck shootout occurred. I loved the area and I'd still be there were it not for my ex ending things, so the incident affects me to some extent as I'll always consider myself a part of that community.

I'm getting a dog.

My mother is giving him to me, as she got him from a friend. She breeds dogs, and is getting a red toy poodle male from said friend and giving him to me to keep here for her to use for a few breedings. After that, he's mine to keep if I wish. He's around seven pounds and has a white spot on his chest. He's absolutely gorgeous. I need to come up with a name.

I'm getting a dog...He's around seven pounds and has a white spot on his chest...I need to come up with a name.

What breed? and what color is he? What about his personality?