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My "uniform" of choice used to be jeans and flannel shirt, and red was my favorite. I wore red flannel to Target twice and both times I got approached by people while I was shopping because red = employee, apparently.

One guy walked by while I was browsing stationary, stopped and said "Do you work here?"

I said, "No, sorry."

He went "Oh." Then stood there with a nasty look on his face, looking me up and down. I really thought he was about to accuse me of lying! Thankfully he didn't give me a longer story to post here. Anyway, don't wear red to Target.

I suppose this is a good thing on my journey. I used to take an edible after I got home from work every day. It was awesome for a year. Then my tolerance started to rise and rise and I was spending so much money on edibles when I used to be able to make 10 gummies last months. It's not fun anymore. I have to take so many edible just up feel high that it hurts my stomach.

So, I'm slogging through the twilight zone. I miss being high. But the baggage that comes with it isn't worth it anymore. Now I'm just fighting that ceremony of get home from work > take edibles > couch lock. I had a small victory last night when I didn't do it, and I feel kinda proud of myself. I just hope I have the gumption to do it again tonight. And tomorrow night. So on.

University ibrary here. Student checked out a phone charger and it's due back by the end of the day. Later he comes running in and he says "I forgot the charger in [building] but it's locked now, what do I do?"

I said, well, you can either wait for tomorrow for the building to open again or you can try calling campus security and ask if they'll let you in the building.

Long stare, like a full five seconds.

He asks, "how long would it take to do that?"

I said I don't know, that entirely depends on them.

Another looooooooooong stare. And I just stared back. Because idk what you want me to tell you, buddy. "Oh it's okay that you lost our property, we won't ding your account for being irresponsible."

YOU checked it out, YOU'RE responsible for it. This is how libraries have functioned for centuries.

This type of thing is happening more and more often these past few years. I really think it's a symptom of K-12 schools coddling these kids and never giving them consequences when they mess up, and they get so confused when college isn't the same.

WHERE IS IT, WHO MADE IT, SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME

I've been in therapy working through my childhood and I remembered when this happened. I was maybe 15 years old, so not little, but still a minor. Mom dropped me off and gave me her debit card to pay, then left to run an errand.

I was really anxious because I can't see the doctor without a legal guardian. I sat there in the waiting room and one of my classmates came in with her mom. My classmate recognized me and said hi, and they sat down near me. Her mom said in surprise, "Are you old enough to do this by yourself?"

For some reason that pushed me to the verge of tears and I said "No" with an awkward laugh. They didn't say anything after that.

The receptionist eventually called my name and I went to the window. I don't remember every detail but I remember her looking at me sort of wary and confused. Cause like, yeah, why am I here without an adult.

She told me she needed a current insurance card. I didn't know anything about anything and I was still trying not to cry, so I just passed over the card my mom gave me. She looked at it and said "So...this is a debit card." I just kind of stuttered out "that's what I was given..." She explained that they couldn't do my appointment without the new insurance card, and I don't remember mention of being without a guardian, but that was another obvious reason they wouldn't be able to see me that day anyway.

I called my mom and by that point I was crying. I told her about the insurance thing and she came back to pick me up and we went home. She didn't get upset or anything, but I was. I never brought it up but I just felt like she wanted me to hurry up and be independent so she wouldn't have to sit with me at the doctor. I didn't even know how anything worked so I was really embarrassed and felt like I'd been thrown to the winds.

My friend moved down here from New Jersey and she often bragged about how she's a Jersey girl who takes no shit, drives aggressively, and flips other drivers off when they're assholes. I warned her to quit doing that because people have guns down here (there are crazy people everywhere but gun owners are just a lot more common down here).

She didn't listen and one day a crazy guy in a truck followed her pointing a gun out the window. She minds her business now

Materials:

- Picture with their full name written on it

- Something to scratch, like a paperclip

- Sage

- Stinging nettle

- Mugwort

- Poppyseed

- Salt

- Small jar or plastic bag

- Psalm 7 (optional, but strongly recommended)

Process:

Take the picture with their full name and scratch out their mouth to make them shut up.

Spit on it.

Fold it away from you three times and put it in your shoe. Go throughout your day while stomping on them. Stamp your foot a few times throughout the day while thinking about putting them in their place.

When you get home, take it out and put it in your vessel. I used a ziplock bag.

Add sage to cleanse that nastiness out of them.

Stinging nettle to make it burn.

Mugwort to make them dream about what they've done.

Poppyseed to cloud their brain and make them slow down.

Salt to protect those around them.

Pray Psalm 7 over the open vessel. I've put the most important parts in bold; if you use this Psalm, give thanks. This is for your protection and to bring justice to the offender. Adonai rejects no one as long as you are respectful. AKA you don't have to be Jewish or Christian to use this. I'm neither.

Lord my God, I go to you for safety.

Help me. Save me from all those who are chasing me.

If you don’t, they will tear me apart as if they were lions.

They will rip me to pieces so that no one can save me.

Lord my God, suppose I have done something wrong.

Suppose I am guilty.

Or I have done evil to my friend.

Or I have robbed my enemy without any reason.

Then let my enemy chase me and catch me.

Let him stomp me into the ground.

Let him bury me in the dust.

Lord, rise up in your anger.

Rise up against the great anger of my enemies.

My God, wake up. Command that the right thing be done.

Let all the people of the earth gather around you.

Rule over them from your throne in heaven.

Lord, judge all people.

Lord, show that I have done what is right.

Most High God, remember that I am honest.

God, you always do what is right.

You look deep down inside the hearts and minds of people.

Bring to an end the terrible things sinful people do.

Make godly people safe.

The Most High God is like a shield that keeps me safe.

He saves those whose hearts are honest.

God judges fairly.

He shows his anger every day.

If evil people don’t change their ways,

God will sharpen his sword.

He will get his bow ready to use.

He has prepared his deadly weapons.

He has made his flaming arrows ready.

Whoever is full of evil

plans trouble and ends up telling lies.

Whoever digs a hole and shovels it out

falls into the pit they have made.

The trouble they cause comes back on them.

The terrible things they do will happen to them.

I will give thanks to the Lord because He does what is right.

I will sing the praises of the name of the Lord Most High.

Seal your vessel. Since I used a ziplock bag, I squished the air out and rolled it up away from me.

Put it in the back of your freezer and forget about it.

Materials:

- Picture with their full name written on it

- Something to scratch, like a paperclip

- Sage

- Stinging nettle

- Mugwort

- Poppyseed

- Salt

- Small jar or plastic bag

- Psalm 7 (optional, but strongly recommended)

Process:

Take the picture with their full name and scratch out their mouth to make them shut the fuck up.

Spit on it.

Fold it away from you three times and put it in your shoe. Go throughout your day while stomping on them. Stamp your foot a few times throughout the day while thinking about putting them in their place.

When you get home, take it out and put it in your vessel. I used a ziplock bag.

Add sage to cleanse that nastiness out of them.

Stinging nettle to make it burn.

Mugwort to make them dream about what they've done.

Poppyseed to cloud their brain and make them slow down.

Salt to protect those around them.

Pray Psalm 7 over the open vessel. I've put the most important parts in bold; if you use this Psalm, give thanks.

7 Lord my God, I go to you for safety.

Help me. Save me from all those who are chasing me.

2 If you don’t, they will tear me apart as if they were lions.

They will rip me to pieces so that no one can save me.

3 Lord my God, suppose I have done something wrong.

Suppose I am guilty.

4 Or I have done evil to my friend.

Or I have robbed my enemy without any reason.

5 Then let my enemy chase me and catch me.

Let him stomp me into the ground.

Let him bury me in the dust.

6 Lord, rise up in your anger.

Rise up against the great anger of my enemies.

My God, wake up. Command that the right thing be done.

7 Let all the people of the earth gather around you.

Rule over them from your throne in heaven.

8 Lord, judge all people.

Lord, show that I have done what is right.

Most High God, remember that I am honest.

9 God, you always do what is right.

You look deep down inside the hearts and minds of people.

Bring to an end the terrible things sinful people do.

Make godly people safe.

10 The Most High God is like a shield that keeps me safe.

He saves those whose hearts are honest.

11 God judges fairly.

He shows his anger every day.

12 If evil people don’t change their ways,

God will sharpen his sword.

He will get his bow ready to use.

13 He has prepared his deadly weapons.

He has made his flaming arrows ready.

14 Whoever is full of evil

plans trouble and ends up telling lies.

15 Whoever digs a hole and shovels it out

falls into the pit they have made.

16 The trouble they cause comes back on them.

The terrible things they do will happen to them.

17 I will give thanks to the Lord because he does what is right.

I will sing the praises of the name of the Lord Most High.

Seal your vessel. Since I used a ziplock bag, I squished the air out and rolled it up away from me.

Put it in the back of your freezer and forget about it.

I've gotten to a point in life where I have very little sympathy for people who are assholes. I don't care what you're going through, it does not ever justify abusing service workers. Fuck your sob story, I'm over it. Act like an adult and use your manners.

So, I have started assuming these people are mentally ill. Not in a degrading way, nor in a way that excuses their behavior--just an explanation. And somehow it cuts off that part of my brain that would react emotionally.

Oh, you're crazy. Well, that ain't got shit to do with me. Finish transaction according to policy and let them rave. They're just mentally ill. They do that. Ain't my problem at the end of the day.

I've gotten to a point in life where I have very little sympathy for people who are assholes. I don't care what you're going through, it does not ever justify abusing service workers. Fuck your sob story, I'm over it. Act like an adult and use your manners.

So, I have started assuming these people are mentally ill. Not in a degrading way, nor in a way that excuses their behavior--just an explanation. And somehow it cuts off that part of my brain that would react emotionally.

Oh, you're crazy. Well, that ain't got shit to do with me. Finish transaction according to policy and let them rave. They're just mentally ill. They do that. Ain't my problem at the end of the day.

I encounter this a lot with my well-meaning white coworkers. We work at a library, and on occasion a coworker will come tell me a patron on the floor needs assistance. I'll ask what area they're in and what they look like so I can go help.

When the patron in question happens to be a black person, I know from the second I ask because I can see my coworker freeze up and panic because they don't want to say "he's black." Instead they'll stumble out something like "Oh, he um...has black hair...and a white shirt..." Wow, so helpful! Not like there's five different men over there with dark hair and a white shirt!

Just say they're black. It's fine. No one is going to cancel you. Chill out.

It's kinda helping. I itch so bad to take an edible every evening as soon as I get home from work, and when I don't, it's all I can think about. So...got some BORING gummies so I can placebo my brain into shutting the fuck up. It does help a little; after I eat one I stop thinking about it quite so much.

My sister's husband (BIL) is great, but as a very reserved person he's hard to pry ideas out of. Please help me brainstorm!

Gift is for 29M's birthday. Budget is ~$50

What I know about him:

- He's a middle/ high school music teacher and band director

- He's a professional conductor and teaches classes for that at a university (even has his own custom conductor's wand! Apparently that's a thing, and he's very particular about the details)

He likes:

- Cooking (steak is his favorite)

- Penguins

- Being outdoors (hiking, only rarely hunting)

...I can't think of anything else 😭

Edit: He doesn't drink alcohol

In the past I've given him cooking gadgets, dishes, seasonings, and a rechargeable handwarmer. I don't want to keep giving him kitchen junk, and especially because he doesn't like clutter--he likes things practical and neat.

Any ideas would be greatly appreciated!

A woman called because she was upset about her account being suspended. I explained our policy and she didn't like that, so she wanted to come talk to the department head in person and asked if he'd be there tomorrow. I told her that yes he's working tomorrow and you can come ask for him, and if he's available I'll be happy to get him for you.

She went around in circles some more, complaining about her account being suspended (it was her own fault because she didn't keep up with it), and trying to get me to tell her that my department head will override it for her.

Lady: "So the manager will be there tomorrow, right?"

Me: "Yes, and he leaves by 4:00 pm."

Lady: "And he'll fix my account?"

Me: "He'll be happy to talk with you about it."

Lady: "I can definitely talk to him tomorrow?"

Me: "If he is available, yes."

Lady: "You said he'd be there."

Me: "Yes, but he often has meetings and other things to attend to."

Lady: "Well, he'll definitely talk to me, right?"

Me: "If he is available when you come by."

Lady: "Well, he'll fix my account, right?"

Me: "He'll be happy to talk to you about it."

When customers are really insistent that you give them the answer they want, it's because they want to be able to say "BUT THAT EMPLOYEE SAID IT" and a) get you in trouble, and b) get what they want. It's very annoying.

I know it's pathetic, but growing up I was a glass child (the house was dominated by my older sister who had behavioral problems) and I learned to make myself as small and inconsequential as possible.

I hear most people say they hate going to the doctor, but I'm always excited about my appointments. I get to talk about my issue to someone who listens and actually helps me address the issue. Most of the time they're really nice, too.

It just won't stop. How do y'all escape the rumination whirlpool? Can you turn it off or ignore it?