It doesn’t really bother me anymore physically, but I have a scar that has acted as a reminder not to do stupid shit. When I was a teenager, we had a broken mirror outside. I thought, it’s already broken, who cares if I break it more? So I smashed it with a hammer, with no gloves or anything. Sliced open my finger. It’s the index finger on my dominant hand, on the back side of it, so it’s very easy for me to see. Seeing that scar may have saved me from doing other dumb shit.
I searched it up a bit, and apparently Card is pretty vehemently homophobic. Which really sucks and is really strange. It sucks because i do enjoy his books, and they were honestly part of what got me into sci-fi. It’s really strange though since the moral of pretty much every single book of his is understanding, empathy, and compassion.
It’s been a while so I don’t remember anything concrete, but I remember characters being described with a strange amount of detail in racial or ethnic features, like height or nose shape. I don’t think he ever explicitly describes any race as superior to others, but some of the passages felt like it was going to devolve into some weird analysis of skull dimpling or something.
A pivotal piece of advice once shifted my perspective on work. It was put simply: ‘If the thought of retirement is your main motivation, you might be in the wrong job.’ This implies that if you’re constantly counting down the years to retirement, you’re essentially wishing for time to fly by quicker. But those years are valuable, and letting them slip away in anticipation of something else isn’t worth it. The key is to find a career that reduces your stress and enhances your life now, not just in the future. While financial security is undeniably important, it’s also crucial to recognize when you have enough and to prioritize your well-being and happiness in the present.
When I still did karate we had these boards that were meant for kicking so they’d split. A training buddy and I were curious if they could be punched apart. I learned two things that day:
Yes
Knuckles don’t like that
While it wasn’t very painful at firat, beyond what I expected, it took me a few days to realize that the pain didn’t really go away. Then I happened to bump my fist/knuckles into this aluminium plate at work by accident, and it felt like my knuckles were hit with a hammer. And I didn’t even bump into it hard. This time the pain slowly went away over time until it one day was conpletely gone.
But to this day, 10 years later, f i accidentally bang my knuckles against something hard I notice very quickly that something isn’t quite how it should be.
Water. And I like water, so no issue there. I don’t regularly drink alcohol on a weekday, and any soda or other garbage is banned entirely from my house
The answer is: do a job you like and do the things you like. I’m due to retire in ten years and won’t be doing so. I won’t work as much but I will work
It’s easier in some countries than others. But the key is not wasting time on things that you feel pressured to do because of societal norms or because you’re too lazy to do anything different.
I came off my bike as a teenager and broke my funny bone! So it sticks out now and is easier to bump, and the weird tingly pain it causes if so much worse!
Yeah I’m doing whatever I want as long as there’s still some life left in this body. Opted for a career that gets me to live all over the world, decided very early on that I’ll never have kids, and live my life to the fullest.
Accidentally I’m also really good at what I do and got people pay me big time to live where I want to be. About to move to my 10th country on the third continent.
I went jogging on slightly damp asphalt with my then-7yo.
I tripped on nothing and dislocated the living fuck out of my ankle, to the point that the paramedic insisted on sitting up by my head in the ambulance so she didn’t have to look at it - it was indeed extremely cursed.
They said that I escaped major reconstructive surgery by grams and millimetres, but the ligament went to hell and my ankle is now only held together with chewing gum and hope.
Running more than for the bus is off the cards for the rest of my life - however I’m otherwise fine, and I go hiking at every opportunity.
I tried to stand on the very tip of my toes about a decade ago, since then I get these horrible toe cramps every time I move my toes a little too much.
It’s a little petty, but I constantly feel stupidest about my hearing. Cranked my music too loud and didn’t wear ear protection ever when I was younger. The tinnitus gets so bad sometimes it makes me suicidal.
I’ve pretty consistently chosen less hours and better working conditions over pay since I started to have that choice. It’s made it a lot more tolerable. I’m currently on a four day week, with a minimal commute, good perks and a relatively stress free job that I took a pay cut for. My retirement savings look pretty slim, but due to my health the chance of a long one isn’t much higher anyway.
Not without it’s issues. Pay is pretty significantly below the median. Fortunately I’m not interested in having kids and I’m content living cheaply, even if it sounds boring. But I’m in a weird dead zone for government support; for instance - if I earned more, there are programs for “middle income” housing and the like that I earn too little to qualify for. Low income housing programs are a joke - with wait times being as much as a decade -but even if it wasn’t I’m not high priority anyway. Also no way on earth I’m ever getting a home loan, even though mortgage repayments would be less than rent and I could conceivably make the deposit.
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