✨Highlights and Bombshells💥

I don’t fuck around with people who weaponize suicide threats.

That may seem really, really harsh, but it’s the truth. I have so few hard limits and hard-stop moments, but this is one I’ll always honour.

The “find out” part comes when I call in a wellness check and police/ambulance services come knocking.

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F**k that. 😠

I will not be held hostage. It's amazing how one wellness check curtails that behavior. Or course that might be because they don't speak to you for two years after one screaming telephone call. 😂
 
Re the fake suicide threat: They might be mad. They might think that you did them wrong. But who knows- it may have been a real call for help? I don’t fuck around with suicide threats and so if I hear anything like that, I’m calling. Sorry, their life is more important than our friendship. Too big of a gamble.
 
Heights: if I can’t shoulder roll and survive, it’s too high.
Animals: if they don’t respond to their given name, proceed with caution. Admire them from a safe distance, but they can’t be trusted.
Electricity: no one knows how or why it works, so I don’t mess with it. Sure a light switch or receptacle install, no problem, but wiring a house? Nope!
Japanese Blowfish: if you need a certified expert to prepare it so you don’t die, maybe don’t eat it.
Anal: I talk a good game on Lit, but I have a healthy distrust of the butthole, my own and other’s.
 
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Re the fake suicide threat: They might be mad. They might think that you did them wrong. But who knows- it may have been a real call for help? I don’t fuck around with suicide threats and so if I hear anything like that, I’m calling. Sorry, their life is more important than our friendship. Too big of a gamble.
This means so many things to me.

I’m definitely a bit bitter about this topic, because when I read that bolded line, I thought

“They consider THEIR lives more important than ANYTHING or ANYONE

Which is messed up, all things considered. But really… they don’t care about sending me awful, horribly depressing and anxiety inducing messages when I’m on the way to work, or a few weeks after a serious loss, or simply because their dicks are feeling lonely while I’m actively working to aid refugees that have NOTHING AND NO ONE.

I have so much empathy that it circles right around and ends up biting people in the ass. You want me to care? BET. Let’s fucking care, but you’re not going to like it. Not at all.
 
We have different definitions of excitement. 🤣
So it seems. :p

Even more generally people who weaponize their words and emotions in any way are questionable to me.
I love this. So much. :heart:

I also have a problem with this. So much. 😬


Actually, I am going to edit all that and just stick with this:

In many ways I am easy going, but I do have a temper. One that's set of by any type of dissembling. I have done some eviscerating with words in my time, but am always trying to improve. It's a work in progress.
 
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This means so many things to me.

I’m definitely a bit bitter about this topic, because when I read that bolded line, I thought

“They consider THEIR lives more important than ANYTHING or ANYONE

Which is messed up, all things considered. But really… they don’t care about sending me awful, horribly depressing and anxiety inducing messages when I’m on the way to work, or a few weeks after a serious loss, or simply because their dicks are feeling lonely while I’m actively working to aid refugees that have NOTHING AND NO ONE.

I have so much empathy that it circles right around and ends up biting people in the ass. You want me to care? BET. Let’s fucking care, but you’re not going to like it. Not at all.
I’m betting we’ve both had some pretty polarizing and life changing events with regards to this topic that have shaped our opinions. ❤️
 
. He was fine but he got his bell rung. (Side note: is this a saying anywhere other than the US? Getting your bell rung is when you get knocked down or hit really hard and it takes a while for you to catch your breath. Not fun.)
This reminded me of a ridiculous story. I was visiting a friend and we were walking into a mountain lodge in the Rockies. As we approached the doors 2 older men came out and then I hear in a heavy, flamboyant Texas accent, “Woowee, He’s a tall drink of water. I’d like to ring his bell and run.” I was floored. His friend was admonishing him, my friend was laughing his ass off and I was totally embarrassed. My friend said that to me for the rest of the trip. Anyway getting your bell rung has at least one other meaning.

I survived my college years. I have no interest in fucking around with binge drinking and finding out.
 
This reminded me of a ridiculous story. I was visiting a friend and we were walking into a mountain lodge in the Rockies. As we approached the doors 2 older men came out and then I hear in a heavy, flamboyant Texas accent, “Woowee, He’s a tall drink of water. I’d like to ring his bell and run.” I was floored. His friend was admonishing him, my friend was laughing his ass off and I was totally embarrassed. My friend said that to me for the rest of the trip. Anyway getting your bell rung has at least one other meaning.

I survived my college years. I have no interest in fucking around with binge drinking and finding out.
This is good information to have!!
 
is this a saying anywhere other than the US? Getting your bell rung is when you get knocked down or hit really hard and it takes a while for you to catch your breath. Not fun.)

This reminded me of a ridiculous story. I was visiting a friend and we were walking into a mountain lodge in the Rockies. As we approached the doors 2 older men came out and then I hear in a heavy, flamboyant Texas accent, “Woowee, He’s a tall drink of water. I’d like to ring his bell and run.” I was floored. His friend was admonishing him, my friend was laughing his ass off and I was totally embarrassed. My friend said that to me for the rest of the trip. Anyway getting your bell rung has at least one other meaning.

I survived my college years. I have no interest in fucking around with binge drinking and finding out.
I always thought “getting your bell rung” meant getting hit in the nuts.

I suppose it makes more sense being knocked out or down—boxing term. 🤷‍♂️
 
This reminded me of a ridiculous story. I was visiting a friend and we were walking into a mountain lodge in the Rockies. As we approached the doors 2 older men came out and then I hear in a heavy, flamboyant Texas accent, “Woowee, He’s a tall drink of water. I’d like to ring his bell and run.” I was floored. His friend was admonishing him, my friend was laughing his ass off and I was totally embarrassed. My friend said that to me for the rest of the trip. Anyway getting your bell rung has at least one other meaning.

I survived my college years. I have no interest in fucking around with binge drinking and finding out.

I suppose it makes more sense being knocked out or down—boxing term. 🤷‍♂️
Wait. I thought he meant that in a sexual way? No?
 
So it seems. :p
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Learned childhood behavior, I'm afraid. (Why is it so hard to shake those early years. 🤔)
Yeah. I was fortunate to have an epiphany that it was bonkers to act in a way that maliciously hurt people I purportedly loved. And if I wanted to actually live them I needed to be better. It’s not easy. And it’s not done. But it’s getting easier every year 😃

I have become much better this last decade, and improved even more this last year. Taking time before I respond, and such, but it is very much a work in progress.
👊 doing the work!
ETA: And, yes, I realize I'm a bit of a lunatic on the subject.
You don’t say.
 
FAFO

This topic of FAFO came up in a conversation with @Mei5ter this morning when we were discussing things that you do not mess with. Are there things that you just do not fuck with? There are things that I joke around about but there are other things that, it might seem silly or for whatever reason, I just can't be flippant about. Maybe it is a superstition or a story you heard when you were little. Maybe it is a person that you don't cross. When you think of FAFO, what comes to mind?
I once dated a girl from college, and we visited her aunt who invited us to attend a football game and host us for the weekend. She had just moved into a beautiful new home with her partner. We arrived on a Friday night and on the following morning (Saturday), we got into a conversation about the town she was living in and the history of the house (which was really an impressive, historical home). She told us how the house had been on the market for a long time and that she managed to buy it at a really good price. It turned out the previous owner was the son of well-connected politician and the family had a lot of power and influence in the city for generations. The son had grown up the lazy, spoiled son in this powerful family. He was a bit of womanizer and man of leisure his entire life. Allegedly, in a drunken rage, he suspected his young wife of cheating on him and shot her dead and then killed himself... It seemed no one wanted to buy the house because of the murders that took place and the sudden infamy now surrounding this family. The aunt and her partner were somewhat new to the city and had no such reservations. They scooped up the house, renovated part of it and were quite content living there. For me the "FAFO" part came when I asked what room did the murders take place in. At first, the aunt wouldn't tell me, but when she did (upstairs bathroom that was closest to the bedroom we were sleeping in), I would not go anywhere near it for the rest of the weekend.

It felt like a graveyard at midnight scenario for me.
 
FAFO


So, there I was, sitting on the beach yesterday, watching this kid running around throwing sand at his sister, talking back to his grandma, generally being a pill. I remember those days with young kids on the beach. It's such a romanticized idea; you think it's going to be like you see on tv with everyone happy and clean and playing nicely, but in reality they're tired and hungry and hot. I don't miss that part.

This boy's mom repeatedly corrected him. She was working hard. He started going in the rough waves despite her warnings and sure enough he got walloped. He fucked around and found out (FAFO). He was fine but he got his bell rung. (Side note: is this a saying anywhere other than the US? Getting your bell rung is when you get knocked down or hit really hard and it takes a while for you to catch your breath. Not fun.)

This topic of FAFO came up in a conversation with @Mei5ter this morning when we were discussing things that you do not mess with. Are there things that you just do not fuck with? There are things that I joke around about but there are other things that, it might seem silly or for whatever reason, I just can't be flippant about. Maybe it is a superstition or a story you heard when you were little. Maybe it is a person that you don't cross. When you think of FAFO, what comes to mind?
You talking about me? 😂🤣😂

Have I done any FAFOS? Omg, you know it and still alive to tell about it. I been doing them all my life. I was a true nightmare for my mother.

When I was a kid, I hauled my bicycle up a ladder to the top of a 2 story building and jumped from it to the building next door.

Also when I was a kid, I hunted copperheads and water moccasins in creeks with only a stick. Scariest day was lifting up this one rock and some 6 of them swam out, all at least 3 feet long.

I've free climbed cliffs over 40 feet high. Jumped from those same cliffs into water holes without knowing the depth.

Drag racing in the middle of the night.

Kayaking in the Sea of Cortez with 12 foot waves.

Love love love white water rafting

Exploring caves without anyone knowing I was there.

Driving while blackout drunk- I don't do that anymore.

I've totalled 7 cars, and been in over a dozen minor traffic accidents

So many other things. I am fairly well known for doing these kinds of things. Makes my fam a little nervous on vacations.

But also has the flip side of it. I have the will to get shit done. I've started businesses-.succeeded and failed. Run a food pantry. I make fantastic food on the grill. No one has a better looking yard than mine in the whole neighborhood. I challenge city councils, organization leadership, I've confronted the local bishop about priests as sexual predators and the church's coverup.

It energizes me. I want to die with my boots on. Not wasting away in a home not knowing who I am. I make mistakes. Lots of them. And yet I live with a will for adventure. I always want more. FAFO? Fuck yea.
 
When you think of FAFO, what comes to mind?
Honestly? That as humans we don't do enough of it. I'm not saying do incredibly dangerous things, but there's this negative connotation to fucking around and finding out and there shouldn't be. Like maybe don't take that to mean you should replace your own hydro panel, but we should actually be trying some new things often enough to keep us excited.

Most people have this negative feeling or this like warning tone to this, like if you fuck around you're going find out idiots, but we should treat it far more positively. Fucking around and finding out is a thing we really should be doing.
 
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