i like having my own apartment bc it means when my family comes to visit i can just say “you’re under my roof” and they can’t protest shit
update my dad is grounded
LOL, I actually did the “you’re under my roof” thing once and it was way more satisfying than it had a right to be. :P (My dad and sister were over. They *mostly* get along these days but are very good at pushing each other’s buttons. So when they started up with that I was all “NO BICKERING UNDER MY ROOF” and IT ACTUALLY WORKED. We all had a nice dinner after that. Amazing.
Didn’t want to hijack a serious post to comment on this, but I was a bit alarmed to hear that there are people on Tumblr who were born after the 90s.
It makes sense, but still slightly weird.
Heh, I know what you mean. Like when one of the interns at work revealed that he was BORN the year I graduated from high school. Not weird when you think about it objectively, but WAY weird from my perspective!
…is kind of a scary phrase. I know people mean it as a compliment but I just hope they realize that managing to get through an *extremely* exhausting couple of days entailing travel and complicated logistics without completely melting down takes A LOT of…well, everything. Planning. Mental preparation. Script preparation. Escape-route mapping. Earplugs. Carefully chosen airplane seats and flight times. A companion who puts food and water right in front of you at frequent intervals so you don’t accidentally starve or dehydrate. Etc.
So far I am thankfully NOT getting any “oh but you did it this time, now you should be able to do it ALL the time!” comments. And this experience has at least let me figure out what it actually takes for me to successfully travel. But good grief it is kind of terrifying knowing that “succeeding” takes so, so much that nobody can even perceive.