I love this question, super interesting to think about. I feel very lucky that it’s hard for me to pick one, between meeting my fiancée (she makes my life better in every way), getting on adhd meds (a lot more things about life make sense now), or getting my job (since it’s made me grow into a completely different, more capable person). Sometimes it’s easy to get caught up in the negative thoughts, so thank you.
If you don’t mind sharing, what about moving out has helped you? I’m sure there’s as many different ways as there are people who would answer similarly, increased independence, escaping the power imbalance, having to grow as an adult, and so on
I asked a friend of mine about this recently and she told me it was because it helps her kids learn patience.
That got me thinking about it, I personally learned a rather large amount of patience because of ads when I was growing up so it made a lot of sense to me.
As long as she doesn’t buy anything they ask for that is coming from ads and tells them that the products advertised are probably the worst of their kind I would be okay with it.
No, they have a point. In hindsight, I definitely can see how the unskipable ads of cable TV resulted in a greater deal of patience. I’d be interested to see a more academic study of it, but anecdotally I definitely can see it.
Holy shit, this is worse than reddit lately. You read an anecdote about a lady, made up her whole life and got angry about what you just made up. Fucking hell.
I can remember learning to see in three dimensions - that what I was seeing was objects in space rather than simply different colored patches on a flat background. I think it was a big mistake because my vision has always been shit. Something clicked before it should have.
I was in my crib, holding the spindles and looking between them at the room around me.
Be sure to preheat it before use! You can prep while it’s preheating and it really cuts down on cook time.
One of my favorites is sweet potatoes and kielbasa. Cut up the sweet potato into 1/2 inch chunks, toss with a little olive oil, salt, and pepper (I also like thyme and a little rosemary, but that’s up to you). Toss em in for 14 minutes at 400 or so, until they’re fork tender and the sugar has started to caramelize on the outside.
While that’s going on, slice the kielbasa into ~3 inch sections and slice each section in half length-wise. Fry in a bit of olive/vegetable oil until warmed through and crispy on the cut side. Combine and serve.
Might find it’s not to your taste, but I find the sweet and salty combo to be a real winner.
My first conscious memory is of me gaining consciousness at age 3 or so. Everything before that are visual or tactile memories that are difficult to describe.
Anyway, when I had children myself, I suddenly remembered a lot more of those. Things that I never knew that I remembered somehow got recalled by watching my own child do the same things. So at age 40 I vividly and weirdly remembered what it’s like to be standing in a crib, holding and twisting the bannisters.
Tactile memories are weird. I’ve always enjoyed coming to my grandparents house later in life, because of the way the handles on the cupboards feel just the way they’re supposed to.
Around two years old, my mom fell and went into really early labor with my baby brother. Ambulance taking her away, lots of scared adults, I don’t have any other memories for a good two years after that one.
No idea at what age it was, but I remember refusing to get into a car my dad just bought because the new car could not “fly” like the old one. Quite the fantasy.
I was 6 months old when I saw my mom and dad fishing. My mom caught a snapping turtle and freaked out, so my dad pick up a stick and beat it.
Only reason I know how old I was because I was telling a friend the story when my mom chime in asked that how could I remember that I was only a baby and left on a blanket while they fished.
Yet I do and can see it clearly to this day. What sucks is I can clearly and vividly see all my past memories to that point even the bad shit.
No, that be sweet. It’s only memorys that I can recall. Not always the dilouge but sometimes that too. And depending on how long ago I sometimes must concentrate on one to get vivid details.
I once read that everything we have ever read, heard, and seen is stored in our mind just like a computer we just can’t always access it.
But somethings we can always acess like riding a bike. And somethings we forget like I used to know French now I can’t string two sentences together. Yet deep somewhere in my subconscious that knowledge is stored.
Back when I was 4 I was stuck to the 220 mains because 4 year old me was quite the idiot. My earliest memories were from the months after that where I’d have waking nightmares constantly. Like some AR horror game would suddenly take over and I’d just see this horror scene play out while I was just walking around the house during the day. It wasn’t anything super gruesome, but it was also by no means pleasant.
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