nothing frustrates me more than when adults refuse to even slightly indulge the questions and thoughts of children. i remember one time when one of my younger cousins accidentally stumbled across the concept of purchasing power parity because she realised 10 rupees which bought her 10 candies in India only bought her ~3 candies when we went on holiday to Japan, and when she asked her mother about âwhy the same things cost different amounts in different placesâ my aunt had the audacity to call her spoiled for not understanding the ââworthâ of money, thatâs not what she was ASKING damn it!! your daughter just set up her own big mac index and realised a key metric of macroeconomics!!! how do you not find that utterly fascinating !! why donât adults talk to children !!
A little known fact about Germany is that it's the ideal place to find a bf. Really, wherever you go, and in almost every major city, you'll be able to find a bf. Some may not be the ones you need at the time, but the option is always there. In some areas, there are even busses that outright take you to a bf. And it's always such a nice feeling when the time is just right, and you arrive at your bf.
At least until you find out that the train today has been cancelled and you have to wait for like half an hour at this god damn Bahnhof.
the writerâs urge to ask your friends âdo you wanna see a little somethinâ iâve been working on?â when the little somethinâ youâve been working on is 800 words and ends in the middle of a sentence
AU where âfriendâ and âboyfriendâ/âgirlfriendâ are the same word. imagine how confusing that would be! you would tell somebody about your âfriendâ but they literally wouldnât know what your relationship is becauseâŚâŚ..
oh wait sorry this isnât an AU. German, I was talking about German. Imagine German.
Yes I AM pissed about people spreading uncritical bullshit about countries they clearly know jack and shit about and yes I WILL manifest in your houses to beat some sense into you with a broom if you donât knock it the hell off. Christ.
WTF is an NTF? No matter how many times Iâve had it explained to me, it still makes no sense. The best I can figure that itâs a form of cryptocurrency with personalized artwork made on a really environmentally unfriendly material being sold for ridiculous prices just so suckers can get unique furry artz
working with textiles is a trap. first they lure you in with knitting. then you pick up crochet (understandable enough). next you start getting curious in fiber. you learn how to spin (okay thatâs a bit extra). weaving is cool, right? you now own a loom. heck, while weâre at it, why not starting making your own clothes (this is getting out of hand)? spinning is no longer enough for you â you need something stronger. you learn how to dye (stop iâm begging). dye is fun, but itâd be nice to have your own source of fiber. you are now a shepherd.