Tired Of The “she Did Nothing Wrong” Mindset. She Did EVERYTHING Wrong And I’m Still On Her Side

The thing about those greentext stories from 4chan is that you've got to approach them with the assumption that the first person narrator telling the story is more or less a villain protagonist. This person turning out to be a good, wholesome person, or having their experiences change them into a better person, is a pleasant surprise, not something you should expect by default.

Whether this story they're telling is a work of pure fiction, or a harrowing tale shared as an anonymous confession of one's sins, it's safe to assume that it was written by a sad, strange little man with several things wrong with him.

Like I recall stumbling upon one where OP starts his post by saying that his favourite things in life are smoking meth and jacking off to gay porn. He's also gay when he is not on meth but anyway that's how he rolls. So he's in the middle of a completely normal afternoon, 10 hours in on a porn-and-amphetamine binge, when he suddenly regains self-awareness and finds himself jerking it to fat transgender femboys on tumblr.

So he steps back to consider the situation, and comes to realise that either he has to reassess his perception of himself, or his perception of the world around him, and that he would rather completely shrug off his previous perceptions of transgender identities and accept that trans men are men, than spend even one minute doing any kind of introspection of himself or his own thoughts and feelings.

Content with this, he carries on with frantically beating his meat to someone's fat tits.

someone on the news claiming that "adhd is fashionable" meanwhile people are still dicks if you forget things easily, need people to give clear instructions, ask someone to repeat themselves, or can't sit still for longer than half an hour at a time. this is like saying "ocd is fashionable" because people like to say they're "a little ocd" when they like things organised

Art by Essi Välimäki

Being poor is inherently stressful, when you're stressed you're much more likely to make purchases to temporarily ease that stress, which makes a horrible cycle that feeds itself.

Poverty = Ouroboros

listen the fact is that a lot of poor people ARE bad with money. i have terrible impulse control around spending 5 dollars here and 10 dollars there and i know so many people around me who have this problem too. but its not "this persons bad with money, so theyre poor"; its "this persons poor, so theyre bad with money". i dont know when i'll be able to get a little treat or eat out or buy myself something that will make me happy again so i have to do it now. idon't know when i'll afford food again so i have to buy it now. i don't feel confident in the fact i'll ever have the cushioning to genuinely enjoy expendable income, so instead of saving and hoping (only to have my savings routinely wiped out for moving, or medical costs, or a car accident), i spend it now so i can enjoy life now.

i think if you see poor people ebegging constantly but two days ago saw them posting about a fancy coffee and a pastry, you need to stop viewing "spending a few dollars you maybe shouldnt" as something that requires the Punishment of "can't pay the fucking bills". some of us, just like, need to feel like we have some kind of normalcy in our lives because being poor fucking sucks

Joe and Charlie recording Charlie’s little voice mail cameo in the song (from the visualizer)

Steve’s parents running into Steve and Eddie with a gaggle of children.

They’re hanging off of both adults, calling them mom and dad.

“Steve, what’s going on here?” Richard Harrington asks.

“Co-parenting.” Steve replies in a deadpan tone. Max is actively pickpocketing him and Dustin is tugging on his jacket trying to get Steve’s attention, a never ending chorus of ‘Mom, come look’ leaving his mouth.

“Nah, at this point we’re just parenting.” Eddie corrects, fending off a grabby El trying to play with his wallet chain.

Eddie scoops up Steve’s wallet when Max tries to make her escape. She groans out a frustrated ‘Dad’ before retreating back to Lucas and Mike, who are hiding around the corner, poorly.

“Richard, I think this is the reason we only had one.” Martha Harrington stated blankly, wide eyed taking in the scene in front of her.

Robin nods from where she sits at an adjacent table, trying and mildly failing to braid Will’s short hair. Will sits perfectly still and disciplined as Robin works. A complete contrast to the wild children that Steve and Eddie are actively managing.

“I picked the best one.” Robin smiles condescendingly at Steve and Eddie, patting Will’s head.

to be honest i got extremely annoyed when i see people express empathy for like. actual police dogs more than brown people because like the police using dogs at all is animal abuse but also the police is relying on people loving dogs to justify why they had to shoot that suspect they were hurting their doggie woggie :( (they kicked the dog away because it was gonna rip out their throat which it was trained to do)

my wife tried to do the thing where you pull a tablecloth really fast and the dishes stay in place but instead of a tablecloth it was a towel and instead of dishes it was our poor long suffering cat that was just trying to sleep on said towel. poor baby got whipped across the room fast enough that its meow got dopplered into meeeeeeOOOWWwwwwww

Hmm. After an initial test run with the zip-off jorts, I have come to the conclusion that no-stopper load bearing zippers were a remarkably stupid idea. Now proceeding to looking into alternative options for structural reinforcements.

Whenever someone changes a pfp that they’ve had since like forever, i feel like they’re a different person

It’s scary

Well I have no need to change my pfp so you should be safe