“Omg look at this fucking shit, gluten free mascara, ahaha, people need to be fucking stopped.”
Yes, I’m sure the person with a wheat allergy wanting to avoid putting wheat containing things near their eyeballs is truly the reason society is failing.
Also if anyone does actually need gluten free mascara, Zuzu Luxe is one of the best I’ve been able to find. Hardly clumps and doesn’t flake off like a lot of the others. Their other products can be a little hit or miss texture wise, but the mascara is great.
I once saw a person point out that common allergens are in so many things, and it even has to do with “this facility uses it in another product but it’s still the same facility” and I stopped laughing. And then I felt bad. I was ignorant, but I didn’t think about like. My corn tortillas better not have gluten! They’re corn! And then I realized….same facility. Airborne particulates. Someone working on one line, accidentally dropping particulates in another line just by walking past.
Cause there are people who are *that* sensitive. And they deserve to be protected and have safe products.
I specifically do not take issue with people just not knowing things. Cause why the heck would anyone know things like that unless they ever had to? Why would you know wheat is a common ingredient in things like mascara or shampoo? I sure as shit didn’t till I started to piece together why my body went into meltdown every time I washed my hair.
What does get to me is how inherently shitty some people are about it. Like why is the first go to for things like this mockery? Why? I mean I know the answer is “society is inherently abelist even if people don’t realize they are doing it” but I’m still allowed to be frustrated by it. (It’s the same with infomercials. Those products are not lazy or worthless, they are designed for people with disabilities!)
And I know this seems like such an over reaction to something like someone in Walgreens being shitty over gluten free mascara haha. But it’s so much more than that.
So much of my daily life is emotional and mental labor just trying to spoon feed people how not to be unthinkingly meanall the time. And
it’s not like I can ever stop because this is my life. I am living in a
world not designed or meant to include me, so constant emotional and
mental labor is required to justify both myself and the things that make
my life easier.
And I wish people would just think with a little more kindness sometimes. That’s all.
Also people have a weird desire to catch you “lying” about an allergy? There’s a preservative used in a lot of artificial caramels that I’m allergic to, and my aunt used to get so mad because she was convinced my mom was lying about it. Once when I was a toddler she offered me a bowl of ice cream with this really smug look on her face while I ate it—a look that quickly died once I started projectile vomiting all over her brand new couch. Yup she hid the caramel in the ice cream.
Feeling miserably sick for a while aside, the look on my aunt’s face at the state of her couch was rewarding
HGSKL ALL THE TIME, PEOPLE DO THIS ALL THE TIME AND IT IS NOT OKAY
Not my normal post, but please spread this around!! I live fairly close to the fires and I know that is bad and how frightened they are! I lost my house in a fire once and the experience was traumatic. So if you, or someone you know lives in the area of the Paradise, or Malibu fires, please do this or share it if you don’t!
No no no no no. Do not leave food and water out for the animals. Definitely bring your animals in because the wild ones will be more frequent in your area but do not leave out food and water for them. They will become dependent on people and if that happens then they cannot survive on their own which harms them more in the long run. The department of wildlife has warned of this as it gets spread through social media every time we are on fire. The animals will be fine. They can find what they need.
Actually, you should probably leave out pans of water, because these animals are fleeing fire and need to cool down and recharge. Food, no; water, yes. They will be able to find food, but leaving some water out for them won’t hurt anything, I don’t think.
water is probably fine, I think? but absolutely avoid any contact with wild animals who show up. keep your own animals indoors out of reach, and stay out of their way and let them go about their business. stay safe out there!
OK we do this pretty much every year in CO and this is how it goes:
WATER IS FINE, WATER IS GOOD. Animals fleeing the fire are more dehydrated than anything else. I reccomend filling up a kidde pool with a couple inches from the garden hose, and leave a couple large rocks in to stablize the pool/let things like birds and bees drink from it. Also include a 2×4 with one end in the pool and the other over the edge to be an escape route for smaller animals. I also reccomend leaving some plates with a bit of water in them for really small animals like spiders, snakes, toads and other things that would have difficulty getting into the pool.
Beyond the necessary stuff to keep your own house safe in the event of fire, SKIP THE YARD WORK- you probably shouldn’t be exterting yourself in the smoke anyway, and fleeing animals will appreciate the additional cover.
LET THEM NAP. Most animals that come to your yard will usually keep moving within a day or so and are only there to rest until they’re well out of the smoke. If you find an animal in your yard that isn’t obviously injured or ill, just give it a wide berth and let it rest. If it’s in EXACTLY the same place after 48 hours, then you should call animal control.
KEEP FOOD, PETS AND CHILDREN INSIDE. Keep your trash in the garage, bring in birdfeeders, and if you let your cats roam… just don’t in general, but right now is a super bad time becuase there’s hungry coyotes about. Stick your head out the back door and give your yard a quick look before letting the dog or children out and supervise them while they’re outside.
EXCEPTION TO THE FOOD RULE: GARDENS. When animals learn there’s food in houses or trash cans, that’s not great. Foraging food off of plants like munching your tomatoes and that zucchini you weren’t going to eat is less of an issue, because it doesn’t really teach them to associate humans and houses with food. Let them monch your crops.
SECURE YOUR HOUSE COMPLETELY- lock doors, block off any pet doors you have, cover your window wells, and lock all your windows, even the ones on the upper floors. This will keep both displaced wildlife AND smoke out of your home. If possible, see if you can seal off your attic. If not, make sure your attic acess is secured. Racoons and bears are sneaky.
OBEY ANY AND ALL EVACUATION NOTICES, BURSH-CLEARING INSTRUCTIONS AND ANY OTHER INSTRUCTIONS GIVEN TO YOU BY EMERGENCY SERVICES. Stay safe kids.
I keep seeing people, especially older adults, claim that if you have “ADD”, you don’t have hyperactive symptoms or that you grow out of it, which is just not true.
“ADD” or ADHD-PI as its now called, just means you have much more inattentive symptoms than hyperactive (hence, PI: Predominantly Inattentive).
I like imagining ADHD as a spectrum, with PH on one side, PI on the other and C in the middle. For example, I’m diagnosed as PI but I still show hyperactive symptoms from time to time; I once threw a towel, down the stairs, at my sister’s friend because I was feeling quite hyper.
Hyperactive symptoms don’t have to be physical, they can be mental too, like racing thoughts.
I’ve been diagnosed with ADHD-PI recently and I don’t experience physical hyperactivity at all. But in my head it is quite busy indeed. I talked to my roommate the other day and she said she sometimes doesn’t have any thought at all. Like I didn’t know that was possible. Mean well there isn’t a moment I’m not thinking about at least five things at the same time.
The constant buzzing of thoughts is the reason we need background music/noise to concentrate.. to drown out the buzz. I can’t study in a library because its too quiet.. and my in contrast my thoughts are too loud.
Talking a lot is a hyperactive symptom, the leg bounce is hyperactivity, feeling restless is a hyperactive symptom. How often do PI types exhibit symptoms like this? Every day for hours on end.
The idea that someone isn’t hyperactive because their hyperactivity isn’t loud and in your face to strangers is a problem.
And ADHD is lifelong. During each life stage, or even day to day, different things effect us and we learn new coping mechanisms as we go along (good or bad) so the disorder can display really differently in one single ADHDer. It’s all still ADHD and it’s all a challenge.
Also, physical hyperactivity symptoms in kids often get internalized as they get older. So they might seem to “grow out of it,” but really their brain has just matured just enough that they can be okay bouncing their leg instead of climbing on the furniture, or that they can usually control the constant impulse to interrupt people but it’s still there and something they’re very aware of and have to consciously hold back.
I do not appear to be anywhere even close to hyperactive. I was inactive as a kid, I’m inactive as an adult. Yet I have four of the required six hyperactive/impulsive symptoms.
“Oh God oh God… No… This isn’t happening…” The man put a pillow against the back of your head. You could hear the click of the loaded pistol. You opened your mouth, stifling a sob to plead for mercy, but it occurred to you that it really was your fault. This sort of thing only happens in the suburbs, where you had made the choice to live. Thinking back to the day when you signed the deed to the house. It was small, but it was a nice neighborhood, and only a two hour drive from the country, out by the farmland where you always envisioned yourself. At that point, you were still under the impression that you would drive out every weekend to go fishing out by the lake, but gas prices and your own love for sleeping in late and going to bed early had their own plans. Perhaps it was worth it, though, for a stable job and fast food. Who would’ve known that you’d be laid off in a little over a year. You thought back to your childhood dreams of flying a cropduster over acres and acres of corn, wheat, and other vegetables.
If the masked figure pulled the trigger, you didn’t notice, because your life was flashing before your eyes far before your death, but you snapped out of your reminiscing when your forehead hit the polished wooden floor. Face covered in tears, sweat, and blood, you mumbled a wish to wake up from this bad dream, for everything to be back to normal.
And just like that, your wish was granted. Rays of sunlight poked through your window, bringing you awake. You groaned and wiped the cold sweat from your brow. The previous nightmare fled from your memory almost instantly, and you stood up only to close your blinds and try to get a few extra minutes of shut-eye. The dog laying at the foot of your bed had other plans, however, licking the sleep from your face.
“Hey, good morning, you… Ya must be hungry…” After scratching the animal you arose and made your way to the kitchen. “Hmm, now where is the dog food?” You searched for a while, before it occurred to you that you don’t even know what dog food looks like. Next came the realization that you’ve never purchased a dog bowl in your life, and finally, probably the most obvious thing hit you like a truck carrying several tons of bricks, you don’t own a dog.
Nevertheless, the creature nibbled on your leg. In the light of the kitchen you could see it more clearly. It didn’t have much of a face, and what it had was completely flat and without a snout, and it’s fur, or lack thereof, was the color of stomach medication. “What the fuck are you…” You whisper, and the, the *thing* began to morph and change until it was nearly six-and-a-half feet tall, with slender, boney limbs and a dry, slimey substance bathing it. “I’m Gaud.” the creature responded.
“God? You’re… God?” You managed to say, shocked, horrified, and in awe, unaware of whether you should bow, and wondering why the creator of the universe was just nibbling your leg.
“A god, yes, but my name is Gaud.” The pink thing responded.
“God, yes, thats what I said…”
“No, you’re spelling it wrong. Gaud. Gaaaauuud.”
“Spelling it wrong? How could I spell it wrong when I’m speaking?”
“I can read your mind and you’re spelling it wrong.”
You thought for a moment, rearranging and replacing letters until you finally hit the G-A-U-D combination.
“Yes, that’s the one.”
“Ok, so, you’re Gaud, and you’re a God… why are you here? In my home?”
“This isn’t your home. And even if it was your home, it isn’t your home.”
“Could you explain this to me a bit more clearly?”
“You’re dead. And this is hell. Welcome!”
Your eyes widened and your jaw fell to the floor… Literally… (This is Hell after all). You picked up your detached skull oral fragment and reattached it, before falling to the floor, holding your head in your palms. “So… Are you going to torture me for all of eternity?”
Gaud chuckled a bit. You think. “Nah, hell isn’t really like that. All the fire and brimstone stuff was just invented by the Catholic Church to stop you from being gay and stealing communion wafers.”
Gaud could tell by your subconscious thoughts that you were no closer to an understanding of the current situation than before. In fact, you were more confused than ever in your entire life, and now in your entire death.
“Here, let’s find a better place to talk.”
Gaud snapped their… appendenges… and you both appeared in a farmiliar booth. It took you a moment to realize, but this was Denny’s, and it was your favorite booth. A waiter came around to hand both you and Gaud mugs of coffee and a box of crayons for coloring. You ignored your mug and began drawing on your menu with the same vigor as when you were a child. After realizing Gaud was staring at you, you snapped out of it and sat quietly.
Gaud opened their mouth. “In ancient times, people believed that the afterlife was just like regular life, but you were with the gods. And they were right. So now, for all of eternity, you’ll be right here in this little life you built yourself, with me, Gaud.”
You looked at your menu, puzzled. “But… I don’t… Remember dieing… Did I at least die doing something heroic? Saving someone from a bank robber maybe?”
The being’s face changed to an emotion you couldn’t identify. “Actually, you died like a little bitch.”
“Oh…” You were disappointed, but not surprised.
“Here, let’s go back to your dwelling.” Gaud slapped the seat of the booth. The building giggled. “Stop that Gaud! Don’t touch my ass while mortals are here!” Gaud snapped and you reappeared together in the kitchen.
“What was that about?” You asked.
“My husband.” Gaud responded. “Ok, It’s Friday, so you should get ready for work.”
“About that…” you began. “I’ve been sorta… between jobs…”
Gaud interrupted. “Not a problem, what exactly do you do on an average day?”
“Well… I wake up, eat cereal, stare out the window, look for jobs online, make Mac n cheese, or canned beans if I’m feeling it, and then I go to sleep.”
If Gaud had eyebrows they’d be raised. “Hmm… Ok…”
You feel sudden pang of sadness, like you’d wasted your entire short life on things that really didn’t matter. And now you’re stuck here. Reliving the same day over and over and over again.
Gaud spoke. “If you could go back in time, would you change the way you live?”
You stopped and thought for a moment. “I guess not. I’ve always been sure that the decisions I’ve made were the best. It’s how my parents taught me. There’s a path to success and I followed it as close as I could.”
“And it got you killed.”
“I… suppose…”
“This is something I don’t understand about you gremli-er, humans. You all think yourselves so powerless. Y’all are basically just miniature gods. You can create, build, change, destroy, do anything really, and you choose to make situations where you have only ONE option. You might as well be termites with how you treat yourselves.”
“Well, I guess it doesn’t matter now…” You respond. Eyeing the microwave, you notice the time. “Well, it’s 11:30 AM. Time for bed…” You climb up the stairs in a truly disconsolate state, leaving Gaud in the kitchen.
You climb into bed and pull the covers over your head. Like a monster from when you were a child, Gaud opens your door with a squealing squeak, casting a haunting shadow across the bedroom.
“Hey, you still awake?”
“Yeah, Gaud, I’m awake…”
“How about tomorrow you rise from the grave and try again?”
Your face lights up. “Yeah, I’d like that. Thank you…”
Gaud chuckled. You were sure of it. “Goodnight!”
The rates of sunlight hit your face. Your neck is a bit sore, but the bullet hole is gone. There is a whispering in your ear, a disembodied voice telling you what to do. You follow it almost naturally. You take a shower, eat a hearty breakfast, and grab your keys. Driving for what felt like minutes, you reach a farmiliar country lot that you’ve never seen before. You open up the trunk and find an axe, and you begin having down trees, assembling logs, sawing and shaping, lifting and heaving. By sundown, you had built an entire 2 story log cabin. It was entirely furnished when you walked in, but you have a faint memory of building them. You lay down in your new bed, the softest thing you’ve ever say on. Cuddling gleefully with your covers, you whisper a small “Thank you, Gaudy…”
“You’re welcome…” responded a disembodied voice, echoing from the newly formed attic, the pink, haunting face speaking from the insulation of the same color. “… bitch.”
“This is something I don’t understand about you humans. You all think yourselves so powerless. Y’all are basically just miniature gods. You can create, build, change, destroy, do anything really, and you choose to make situations where you have only ONE option.”
