Mijn schatting: 1,2 miljard.

Sure. My parents weren’t one of those “few”. Yet they do complain. “Oooh our pension is barely anything”. “Everything is so expensive”. “We can’t afford anything these days”. Living in a massive house, surrounded by water, having an expensive motorboat, a sailing boat and a row boat next to their house, owning a caravan and SUV to pull it, going on holiday at least 7 times a year. “Oooh we’re being screwed by the next generation, we are suffering so much!” yeah, right. “We don’t want to drive all the way to you, fuel is so expensive. Can you come to us? Oh by the way, we just bought new solar panels and a heat pump. And we completely redid the entire garden, do you like it?”.

They are second degree war victims. Their parents were in the resistance, some of their grandparents went to concentration camps. They always told me there is nothing wrong with being gay, and Jewish people should never be discriminated.

Now they complain about all Muslim people, wanting them to be deported out of the country. They also say ‘transgender’ is bullshit. They voted far right. They are the biggest hypocrites out there. “You can’t call me racist because I think what I say isn’t racist, so no one else may see it as racist”. Yeah mom, that’s not how racism works.

Fuck those boomers. All of them.

Yeah, they had the happy days. At the cost of ours. They had everything, while ruining it for the future generations. And now they are complaining they aren’t getting enough money and respect. They aren’t even saying sorry or anything. I mean, sure, they can earn my respect but at least they have to do something first to earn it: fucking die already.

I’ve seen Norway master this technique. Top of the hill: 90. Sloping downwards, getting steeper and steeper (like, super steep). Almost near the bottom: 70, 5 meters further a speed cam. And those slopes are no joke. You need to clear your ears, they are that high. By the way, those 70 signs aren’t visible from far, due to the terrain and greenery. It’s already hard staying at 90 with constant braking. So it’s a new set of break pads after every step hill.

This wasn’t just once, I’ve seen it many times during my holidays there, spread throughout the country.

We are one

Yeah, that’s why I thought. Eeeeeeerm, never mind.

Seeing your name, you too

Fuck that, I’m the one in control, I decide when my music stops. When an app does this, it is removed.

I also hate it when an app on my pc thinks it needs to be pulled up in front of the screens I’m working in. I haven’t found a way to fix this yet. When you need my attention, send me a notification instead of annexing my entire screen.

When I open Kodi and click on another screen right after clicking it’s icon, it opens in the background so it can scan for new media while I finish what I was doing. Like it’s supposed to. I click on it whenever I want the screen to be on top.

I hate it when something takes control over something I own. Which is why I’m leaving windows. Can’t wait for proper Linux phones. Fuck Microsoft, fuck Google. And no, not fuck Apple, sadomasochists need a place to buy their products too.

Either I pay for the app to have it without ads or I remove it. Both my pc and my phone are ad free. I watch YouTube without ads thanks to the grayjay app, which includes sponsor block. I removed Reddit when Boost stopped working for it. I don’t watch sports because of all the ads. I live an ad free life.

Ah, I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but you’re wrong. It was her plan all along to sleep on your lap, she just tricked you into thinking “you trained her” to do so. Whenever you think you are smarter than your cat, you live in the illusion they created. They are superior beings. We are just humble servents and science experiments.

I need one! I have 3 kittens, they invented new keyboard shortcuts no one ever thought could be possible.

Edit: I found it. With this exact same picture. Link

Why do I never meet people like you… Normally I get bashed for a typo but I would love to get free beer instead.

Talking about exerting control over impulses and the impulse to post this shit.

I do not.

My pillow suffers far less from bodily fluids since I stopped using shampoo.

Pro tip: shampoo is supposed to go in your hair, not your eyes.

Beer is for pussies. Nothing beats the after taste of pure blue spirits. /jk

IPA stands for Indian Pale Ale. It was brewed with and excessive amount of hops, so the beer would survive the long trip to India without getting a bad taste (so the taste would turn good after the long trip in different climates). It turned out, some idiots (like me) like the weird taste of the pre-travel beer to India. Bitter sweet. Weissen was invented because a monk forgot a keg outside the monastery during winter which partially frozen, but tasted surprisingly good. Champagne was invented because a farmer wanted to speed up the process and tried the wine during the fermenting process instead of waiting and discovered it had bubbles.

Ok, so there’s a flaw in your way of thinking. I’m not saying you are wrong in the part of ‘people wanting to help sad people to get happy’ but I think you do not understand what is the best approach in helping someone who is actually in a bad place mentally. But first of all, no judgement or anything, this is what a lot of people do, it comes from the heart, has zero bad intentions.

So, when someone is feeling bad, no matter what form, there is a reason why they feel that way (unless there is a chronic disorder or mental illness, but even then there can be an underlying cause). For example, someone they love passed away. People unconnected to the person who passed (so are unconnected to the event and the grief process) see someone feeling sad, so they don’t know how to deal with it and try to make them happy. They see someone mentally in a bad place, and want them to not be there but instead to feel joy and happiness. This is understandable. However, for the person who just lost a loved one it feels completely different. They just lost someone they love, which hurts. There is a whole process, the five stages of grief, which is something you cannot force onto someone but which costs time to get through. Someone trying to cheer you up while being in this (healthy) process feels like a clown at a funeral. It feels totally wrong. You need to feel this way, you need time for this wound to heal. Feeling bad is a wound which needs proper care and time to heal. When you force it, you make it worse. Even when the intention is good.

I gave an example of someone passing away, because that is something we all have to deal with, and many already had to deal with. But any other reason for feeling bad, whether it’s a loss of a loved one, a relationship breakup, trauma, failed exams, abusive parent or anything, they do not need someone to make them happy. They need someone who is there for them, who listens, who does not judge, who is ready to try to make them happy as soon as they are ready for it. Their feelings of sadness need to be there, they need to process, they need to get a place in their life.

There sure are moments when someone needs a friend to pull hem out of their sadness but there needs to be room for sad feelings too, because unsolved sad feelings will marinate and come back even stronger.

When a friend of mine feels bad, I give them options: “Would you like to meet up? I’d be there for you. We can either 1. Talk about it, 2. You talk to me, I just nod and say yes and agree with everything, 3. We do not talk about it, we just watch a movie, have some dinner, do something stupid, whatever just to not being alone for a bit without having the pressure to explain.”

When I see a friend feeling bad for a long time, I try to talk about it to try to pull them out of a negative cycle. But I never try to make them happy. Because the only person who can make them happy is themself, I can only be a part of that process.

My friends do the same for me, which is the reason why they are the only ones I consider my true friends. Because we can be there for each other in times of need, without pushing forced happiness onto each other because society wants to force everyone to be happy. I can only be happy when I’m allowed to feel bad and to process those feelings.

So I understand anyone who tries to make a sad person happy, but often it’s just not the best approach. Impact always weighs heavier then intentions. I do use it hold it against people when they do this, it’s just something I cannot deal with when I feel sad because it doesn’t help me in any way.

Damn. I’ve never thought if that. That’s genius!

Yeah, it’s the same argument as “when your arm is amputated, why not just grow it back?”. I mean, sure, that’s a great option if you don’t want to live without an arm, just an option we don’t have with the current tech.