Resentful demoralization Puns

Background: Started dating the exwife in 2013 and had a year of really good intimacy. Spend a year separate from her long distance, and reconnected in 2015. We'd been chasing the first-year sexual high ever since, without success. Married in 2018 against my misgivings, and by 2019 it was falling apart. She spent half a year away from me. By 2020 the pandemic hit and we were on life support. Started therapy in late 2020 (last attempt at intercourse was Dec. 2020), started sexual therapy around March 2021 and knew by early April 2021 that all hope was lost. Divorce filed May 2021, finalized June/July 2021.

What could have been?

I look back and realize that I overinvested in the relationship early on. I put her on a pedestal a little bit (although it wasn't excessive) and worse still I overrode little observations of problems, all looking to reinforce the narrative of "I've found my one true love" success story. But this leads more into /r/relationshipadvice so I'll end this summary here.

When things got problematic, I should have taken therapy seriously. Instead, we "checked in" with a marital counselor before getting married, more just as a formality to try to get a "green light" or "clean bill of health" for the marriage. I was less interested in raising questions about awkward issues, and more interested in getting the stamp of approval that our marriage should be fine. In retrospect, it could have solved things if we'd been honest with the therapist and told her about our sexual disconnect, and then she could have referred us to a sex expert earlier.

By the time we actually got around to sex therapy, my wife could not even bear to have me hug her in bed, she had become so avoidant. It didn't help that she had almost no self-awareness about the biology involved (we now suspect that she may have had mild vaginismus that nobody ever told her about and she was resistant to getting checked out) but there is a world of difference between "we've been having some recent problems that cropped up after things have been good" vs. "we're tired and resentful and angry at each other after years and years of incompatibility and demands and aversion".

By the time resentment has kicked in, it's a really hard ask to expect somebody to "give their partner the benefit of the doubt". This would require levels of patience and forgiveness that most people likely would find very challenging. ("You're not allowed to beg for sex, or to request it, or to get angry about

The question of how best to balance martials and casters—if at all—has been handled very differently from edition to edition, and judging by online arguments about the topic dating back to at least 3.x and the early 00's, it's something that a lot of the playerbase (at least those who discuss it online) has very strong, and widely differing, opinions about.

The fundamental challenge of how to balance characters who have magic—which can potentially be said to do anything because magic isn't real—and those who do not is a tricky one, and there are a lot of different ways designers can potentially approach it. Broadly speaking, I think there are 6 possible approaches to balancing casters and martials. None of them is right or wrong for everyone, but they come with different advantages and tradeoffs that may appeal more to certain segments of the playerbase:

1.) Balance by different power curves. Common in older editions dating back to OD&D and Basic, this approach is to make casters much weaker than martials at early levels and eventually more powerful at higher levels (often, casters also level more slowly than martials as well). Sure a high level wizard might be godlike, but a level 1 wizard has 1d4 hp, no cantrips, 1 spell (which might not even be combat relevant if you rolled badly and only know something like Light), no armor and shitty weapons, all in a system where character death occurs quite frequently. Meanwhile the fighter comes out the gate ready to fuck shit up. In theory, this approach yields a balanced experience when evaluating a campaign in its entirety, in that if you were to actually plot out how many sessions each player spent being stronger than another it would look fairly balanced. In practice, if a campaign never gets to higher levels, the fighter is going to have spent the entire time being much stronger than the wizard, and judging by how every modern edition from 3.x onward has given wizards more spells earlier on, many people drawn to casters don't enjoy the prospect of having next to no magic for a while. This approach can also run into the problem that while casters look forward to levelling, martials hit a point where gaining XP as a party means they fall further behind, which can feel demoralizing.

2.) Martials gain strongholds and followers at higher levels to put them on even footing high level casters. Another common feature of some older editions like AD&D, as characters got higher levels they would ri

Hi all! I'm experiencing what seems to be an outsized amount of drama and I need help. I'm sad, I have no appetite, and my fiance and I have both been having panic attacks over this (we are safe, in therapy, on meds, etc).

My (25F) bridal party consists of the following: best friends and my brothers' fiances (close friends, they really try to be older sisters to me - I don't have any sisters so this makes me so happy!). basically, the people I want to stand up next to me, the people who want to be in a wedding to support me, not to just "be in a wedding".

My FDH (27M) doesn't have a ton of friends, so his bridal party consists BIL as best man and my 3 brothers. He has requested that we do not do mixed gender bridal parties. His brother has a soon-to-be fiance, FSIL with whom I have no relationship, and I've tried. They both dodge our invitations to hang out, she doesn't respond to my texts or continue our convos, she's made fun of my college major and classes (arts/literature, amazing classes on theory of emotion in antiquity) and the only time she has texted me is to ask for my discount at the beauty company I work for. I'm over it at this point.

A few months ago, FMIL-zilla told me that I 'of course have to include SIL in the bridal party". I told her "I don't have to include anyone". And I thought that was it. I was firm and polite. Shiny spine! I've tried to be generous and offer to invite her to the bach party, and facilitate her using the hair and makeup artist day of, and of course she will be in family couple photos at the venue. Most people wouldn't bat an eye at not including fiance's-brother's-fiance in the bridal party.

Fast forward to three days ago: FMIL-zilla asks FDH if SIL is going to be in the bridal party? FDH replies, "no I don't think so". FMIL proceeds to excoriate FDH and bait him into bullying me "tell her that she will be ruining your relationship with your only brother, who will be all you have when I am dead" and that FDH will "lose his best man over this, and have no one". And she just hasn't stopped. The torrent of emotional abuse my FDH is experiencing is demoralizing to both of us. And the kicker is, this hasn't been an issue with the brother! He hasn't brought anything up!

I tried to text FMIL to chat about other wedding things before I even knew this was an issue - my mom said that I should include her in decisions, so I sent her some BM dresses and wedding shoe option (bad choices considering the issue, but I didn't

Tyson had never heard a louder crowd in his career. It struck his locker room like an earthquake, the muffled screaming of over a million life forms from all across the galaxy, vibrating through the stadium and matching his rapidly beating heart, to the point where Tyson feared the building might collapse from the tremors at any point.

And none of them were cheering for him.

Tyson didn’t let it bother him, though. He signed up for this match knowing full-well the crowd wouldn’t care about him. After all, nobody in the galaxy believed a human could win this bout.

When Earth first received news of alien life, everyone predicted a myriad of things that could arise from cultural exchange. Advances in medicine, engineering, and art were considered inevitable, dazzling any forward-thinking individuals with all the possibilities.

Wrestling, however, was the last thing on anyone’s mind. Very few people on Earth thought the sport would survive the next decade, let alone it becoming the thing that made humanity stand out. This came as a shock to many, but it really shouldn’t have surprised anyone.

People, regardless of their species, always love a good fight.

No one knew this better than Vincent McMiller, the oldest living human. He had been in the wrestling business for over two-hundred years now, kept alive by mechanical augments, intense daily exercises, and ruthless aggression in every facet of life. As soon as the Galactic Federation made contact with humanity, McMiller only had one goal in mind: to expand his wrestling empire beyond the confines of the solar system.

Unfortunately, his first attempt at promoting this event was met by widespread ridicule, especially on Earth. Humans just weren’t considered suited for wrestling by the galactic community; not when compared to some of the other species that were practically built for fighting. One culture in particular, the Bhul'ee, had a complete monopoly on combat sports due to this very reason. The average height of their athletes towered over most folk, some being close to eight feet tall, and they all had four muscular arms, each with hands strong enough to crush a person’s skull.

McMiller, of course, took it upon himself to goad the Bhul’ees into a fight, which was easy considering how prideful they tended to be. He didn’t care that it made the rest of humanity look like obnoxious idiots. In fact, he counted on it. The only thing that mattered to him was that, regardless of the result, aliens th

Energy vampires, low energy men, low effort men. Exhausting, draining, parasites. Do you feel constantly drained after being around a man? Are you in a relationship with a low effort or low energy man who swears he's putting in maximum effort? How is this sort of man created and why does he find the basics of being an adult so difficult? How was he created?

Socialization – little boys are taught that housework = woman's work. There are no external rewards like money or gushing praise. Boys don't get the identity such as homemaker, houseproud, wife material. They feel no pride for doing a good job because they feel they were doing a woman's job. It's degrading and humiliating. They feel resentful for having to do it at all, or feel low social standing for not having a slave/wife to do it for them. They feel drained and demoralized when they do housework, and they feel superior, manly and energized when they own a woman who serves them. They can look around the house and feel proud of themselves because they have a good life. They have achieved all the manly milestones. Owning a home and a bangmaid. They didn't spend their own energy and they watch her spend hers. Men's leisure time is built on the backs of women's labor.

Porn is well known to create demotivated, low energy men. Nothing can compare to the dopamine boost they get when they fire up their laptop or start their habit of getting ready to look at porn. Looking around the house at the filth doesn't inspire them. Housework, decorating and repairs seem boring. The idea of taking a woman on a fun interesting date is too much effort. Seducing, listening, caring and interacting leeches his precious energy. When their partner starts declining their low-effort, selfish, masturbatory attempts at sex, he sullenly turns to porn which exhausts the rest of his sexual energy. They demand porn star performances from the woman, which exhausts her, and they give nothing back, because they have nothing to begin with. Women rarely orgasm so she's not even getting the relaxing ocytocin. Having sex with porn addict men is emotionally, physically, sexually, spiritually and mentally draining. He feels great though. He had his imaginary pick of millions of beautiful women, and he successfully mated with them by cumming into a tissue.

Gaming isn't a hobby, it's time-wasting, dissociation and tiring, not energizing. They feel they can accomplish and achieve, be a man, be part of a hierarchy. They get ad

Reading Demons by Fyodor Dostoevsky I couldn’t shrug a constant idea from my mind that like an annoying thing was destroying something in me. I thought what was it? Am I going mad with the book? The book has been written in Russian and about Russia. The events were depicted somewhere in the mid of 1800. And now, living in America, I’m reading this book in 2021 feeling how relevant this book is, but not for Russia, for America. Dostoevsky predicted the declining of Russia into Socialistic hell where demons of communism would rule people by their despotic, brutal hands. Millions of lives were destroyed and buried. History had been rewritten. The entire country turned into a monument of red violence from influence of which Russia would never get rid of.

Dostoevsky somehow knew all of it. Death of God. Declining of morals. Weak parents and abandoned kids that had been sheltered by evil ideology dressed into honorable words and ideas. He knew, he saw it. He hadn’t lived to actually see it since it happened a half of a century after his death. But nevertheless, if you care you can read his books, especially Demons and then you can turn your eye on Russian history, on the Russian Revolution, Civil war, Stalin’s repressions and millions upon millions of bones and skulls that must’ve been Communists’ paradise, equality, prosperity and happiness.

Nothing worked and the price Russia paid for it was too dear to ever pay for anything. But reading Dostoevsky’s Demons I thought of America where I live now. I thought of Antifa, Black Lives Matter, Socialists and Communists, I thought of rioters and thugs running unpunishable on the streets, evil lies from main stream media, despotism of social media, weak president, dehumanization of one group of people because of the color of their skin, demoralization of the American patriotism, open hate toward American history, dishonorable disrespect toward the American flag and anthem… Should I stop or shall I continue? About all these modern demons who don’t know what they do as kids playing with matches with dynamite nearby.

Dostoevsky’s Demons now is about America and Western civilization. It’s warning to all of us to what end it may escalate one day. We’re sitting on a barrel of gunpowder while someone is too stupid or too ignorant or too careless or too resentful or openly evil and hateful or maybe everything all above tries to light a blasting cap toward this barrel of gunpowder just to see what happens. We see too much

I don't want to step on anybody's toes here, but the amount of non-dad jokes here in this subreddit really annoys me. First of all, dad jokes CAN be NSFW, it clearly says so in the sub rules. Secondly, it doesn't automatically make it a dad joke if it's from a conversation between you and your child. Most importantly, the jokes that your CHILDREN tell YOU are not dad jokes. The point of a dad joke is that it's so cheesy only a dad who's trying to be funny would make such a joke. That's it. They are stupid plays on words, lame puns and so on. There has to be a clever pun or wordplay for it to be considered a dad joke.

Again, to all the fellow dads, I apologise if I'm sounding too harsh. But I just needed to get it off my chest.

I guess the concept didn't work

Edit: not looking to argue with people on this, please. There are plenty of people who would defend my parents here and say I'm just being an asshole. If you read this, please keep in mind that I'm someone who really values my privacy - it has nothing to do with whether or not I like capitalism - it has to do with how I like privacy.

My country of origin is Nepal (which I've talked about here before). In case you haven't heard of Nepal, it's a country in south Asia, just north of India. I am not proud of being Nepalese, and I have good reasons for that.

To repeat what I wrote in the title, people see my country as nothing more than a hip place to travel to. It has a history of people from America and the UK traveling there to get high for example. No judgement towards people who like getting high.. I just find it extremely demoralizing to be from Nepal.

I shit you not, the following is a true story: There's a guy who ran president for president [of the US in 2020 I believe [I edited out his name], and his twitter bio, to this day, there's a link to a blog he wrote, in detail, about traveling Nepal. He talks about it being a popular drug haven, and how there's good weed there, yada yada, and he talks about a little affair he had with a Nepalese girl. That's the epitome of what my country represents to people: weed and cute girls. And I fucking hate being from Nepal for those reasons. Again, I find it demoralizing and emasculating. I don't know if that makes me a bad person - who am I to get in the way of love they might say.. but if that's what Nepal is known for then I don't want to be Nepalese, simple as that. You can have your love affairs, just as long as I can lose any association with Nepal. And that's how I've felt since I was a kid, but not like I had anyone to talk to about it. Just had parents who would constantly force this culture on me.

But tourists who go to developing countries for these sorts of reasons - I feel like they just take and take but never give back. It feels parasitic to me.

It's not just tourists either - people from my own country are happy to embrace this identity - this identity of being cute pets to white tourists. This.. this is the culture my parents wanted me to embrace. This is the culture they would verbally abuse me for not wanting to be a part of. Not all Nepalese are like that, there are some who are more rational and mature, but believe me a mature, rational Nepalese person is a rarity. The type of people my

Alot of great jokes get posted here! However just because you have a joke, doesn't mean it's a dad joke.

THIS IS NOT ABOUT NSFW, THIS IS ABOUT LONG JOKES, BLONDE JOKES, SEXUAL JOKES, KNOCK KNOCK JOKES, POLITICAL JOKES, ETC BEING POSTED IN A DAD JOKE SUB

Try telling these sexual jokes that get posted here, to your kid and see how your spouse likes it.. if that goes well, Try telling one of your friends kid about your sex life being like Coca cola, first it was normal, than light and now zero , and see if the parents are OK with you telling their kid the "dad joke"

I'm not even referencing the NSFW, I'm saying Dad jokes are corny, and sometimes painful, not sexual

So check out r/jokes for all types of jokes

r/unclejokes for dirty jokes

r/3amjokes for real weird and alot of OC

r/cleandadjokes If your really sick of seeing not dad jokes in r/dadjokes

Punchline !

Edit: this is not a post about NSFW , This is about jokes, knock knock jokes, blonde jokes, political jokes etc being posted in a dad joke sub

Edit 2: don't touch the thermostat

My (29M) roommate (28M) has BDP. At least I am 99% sure he does. He fits almost every trait. Knowing him has been one of the worst experiences of my life. If you don't mind, I'd like to share my story. I need to vent.

I went to college with my current roommate, "Ben". We weren't really friends in college, just acquaintances. A few years after college, I started a new job and discovered Ben worked there as well. It was nice to see a familiar face so we became work friends. He seemed like a pretty decent guy. He is very friendly, outspoken, and outgoing. I'm pretty reserved and quiet so it was nice having someone like him as a buddy to complement some of my weaker skills.

Ben got promoted at work and started earning enough money that he could afford a mortgage. He bought a house and told me I was welcome to rent one of his extra rooms. I accepted because the rent he was offering was so much cheaper than everywhere else.

That has been the biggest mistake of my life. I'm sure you know by now that Ben is a master of putting up a front. He is a social chameleon. He can change his personality to match whomever he is with and I'm sad to say I fell for it.

Ben is very different at home. He is controlling, manipulative, and has no boundaries. Shortly after moving in, Ben told me he was gay. I didn't think anything of it but now I realize he is very likely in love with me and considers us to be in a relationship. Just to be clear, I do not. I do not find him attractive or desirable in any way.

Basically, I'm in a terrible situation and I don't know what to do. Ben has depression and found a website that will prescribe him medication without any psychiatric evaluation. He refuses to seek professional help because it's "demoralizing and humiliating". He was sexually abused as a child and doesn't want a stranger asking questions about it. The medication he is taking doesn't appear to help his depression but if he forgets to take it, hell breaks loose so I know it's doing something. He is a downer and most of my balanced conversations with him are listening to complaints about how unfair he is treated at work, by his family, by me, etc. I get emotionally drained interacting with him. If I tell him I'm not in the right headspace to hear him, he gets offended and tells me I'm a horrible friend for treating him like that and he would never turn away a friend in need.

I have researched different techniques on how to handle BPD such as gray-rocking. These do not

TL;DR: Three 3k MMRs of NA East with delusions of grandeur failed to be shaken back to reality when confronted with failure to succeed as a group and criticism from one another.

Introduction: Clinically, paranoid schizophrenics may have a heightened sense of importance or self worth, which can manifest as grandiose delusions. These fantasies can vary, from an individual’s belief that they are an unmatched genius, gifted with supernatural powers, or are an omnipotent god, Historically, psychological profiling and treatment for DotA2 players has been substantially lacking. This study is the first of its kind to investigate delusions of grandeur among DotA players, which is likely a significantly under-diagnosed condition. One of the most common complaints among players who find themselves “stuck in the MMR trench” is that they are held back by inferior teammates. Even though they have been stuck in the same bracket for sometimes years on end, highlighting a natural plateau in talent that would not be improved without significant effort, these players will insist that they deserve to be hundreds if not thousands of MMR higher due to the perceived anchor of ‘heavy’ teammates.

An outside observer can clearly see these types of players are delusional, but have little power in swaying the warped views of those who are convinced they are better than their rank implies. Without treatment, these delusions can become engrained in a player’s mind; if this false sense of self-importance becomes tied to the player’s psyche, they may outwardly lash out at teammates’ perceived inadequacies. This creates a negative environment which demoralizes allies, which can affect their focus and performance, resulting in a spiraling negative feedback loop that reinforces grandiose delusions.

In an attempt to identify a treatment that would not be costly or time intensive (such as anti-psychotics or therapy) this study attempted to break individuals from their delusions by confronting them with other players that shared the same grandiose fantasies. To that end, three players stuck in the 3K MMR bracket who insisted they were really “at least 5k MMR” were selected to play ranked party games together, in hopes that each player would recognize that the two others did in fact perform at a 3k MMR level, which would ideally break their own delusions of grandeur.

Methods: An ad was placed on the dotabuff forums, seeking players who were in the 3k MMR bracket

Do your worst!

How the hell am I suppose to know when it’s raining in Sweden?

Mathematical puns makes me number

Ants don’t even have the concept fathers, let alone a good dad joke. Keep r/ants out of my r/dadjokes.

But no, seriously. I understand rule 7 is great to have intelligent discussion, but sometimes it feels like 1 in 10 posts here is someone getting upset about the jokes on this sub. Let the mods deal with it, they regulate the sub.

They were cooked in Greece.

I'm surprised it hasn't decade.

Now that I listen to albums, I hardly ever leave the house.

He lost May

Today was only the third session and I really like my therapist already, and feel I can be open talking to her in general, which for me is like a miracle because I generally don't trust people thanks to severe abuse. So I would like to be able to talk about what's not working and learn to communicate these things instead of just quitting, because it's not like she sucks (I've had bad therapists).

I feel like I'm just going to dig myself a hole to where she'll end up frustrated and wanting to end things if I bring up how I felt about today's session though, if I can't put words on the why or how it needs to be changed. The first two sessions were fine, this third one I felt like it just was unfocused and all over the place about how my week went, which isn't really what I want sessions to be about. I feel like weeks are these constantly moving things full of junk I'm not even going to care about next week, so why focus on such a small piece of my life. I initially wanted to see her because I've not been able to make work stick for two years and just lost another job, and am so demoralized that I'm nearly completely avoiding job hunting at all which I've never had happen before, and if I don't look I'm going to start having even bigger issues, obviously.

She has me working on restarting old creative stuff I let drop because of bigger life issues, which logically I see the point of, but there are reasons why she should just focus on the bigger picture of helping me build discipline and not have made specific suggestions like she did today which make me want to quit all of it. I started drawing again a few weeks ago and forced myself to do it daily, and got into a routine of sketching a bird a day. I mentioned boredom due to not working and one thing she suggested was drawing other subject matter. It pissed me off and I'm still pissed about that.

I also recognize where she has me working on changing cognitive distortions and it feels like one thing after another, and now I am overwhelmed even more. I brought up that I have Seasonal Affective Disorder which is now kicking in and I have less energy to do all this crap than I did even last week.

And last session I brought up severe trauma from child abuse and it was not even mentioned at all this session which I resented. I'm not a fragile baby and don't want to be forced to wait months on end for it to ever be even poked at because of assumptions on her behalf. It made me feel completely ashamed to ever

Two muffins are in an oven, one muffin looks at the other and says "is it just me, or is it hot in here?"

Then the other muffin says "AHH, TALKING MUFFIN!!!"

Don't you know a good pun is its own reword?

TLDR: dead bedroom and not fully sure why, I keep looking through husband’s stuff because it’s the only way I feel I can prove I’m not the crazy one. (Ironic or what?).

For the past 3 weeks, I’ve been desperately searching this sub, the LL sub, deadbedroom, etc. trying to figure out how to handle everything. There’s so much backstory that’s needed here for context, but I’ll do my best to make it as clear and short as I can.

My husband and I only have sex every 2-3 months. When we first starting dating, I definitely wouldn’t have ever thought of him as LL. We were long distance for a while and sometimes we’d have sex as much as 4 times in one weekend.

Early on we had an incident where I was unfaithful. A lot of talks and fights and heartbreak later, we stayed together. We both wanted to keep fighting. He seemed adamant that he wanted to move past it.

But 2 years later, our sex life has slowly dwindled down to nothing. Now it’s not all bad, we are better now than we once were. We sometimes cuddle, but I feel like he only does it to keep me from complaining not because he actually wants to. We still talk, but not about anything serious and NEVER about sex or our problems. Everything that we’ve considered trying as a way to make things better is usually abandoned before the first attempt (scheduling sex, date nights, no sex just romantic things, etc.).

Fast forward again and we got married. He was worried I would grow to resent him because of our lackluster sex life. He assured me multiples times that it’s not me, most of the time he just forgets because he thinks about it so little. I was certain that as long as we were both trying to be better (him show me that he wants me, me being more patient and understanding), there was no way I would become angry or resentful.

Now here we are, one year after marriage. In the spring, I found a credit card statement for OF. Confronted him about it. He told me it was for purchasing things other than videos of girls, I knew he was lying but let it go. Three weeks ago, we actually had sex twice in one weekend. The next morning, I accidentally saw that his porn folder was up on his computer. Now I don’t normally have a problem with porn. I watch it myself, I think it’s fine. But when I’m beginning to find out that the problem is not that he doesn’t think about sex, but that he would rather Jack off than be with me I am really struggling to maintain any shred of dignity or confidence.

But still, I tried to be ca

For context I'm a Refuse Driver (Garbage man) & today I was on food waste. After I'd tipped I was checking the wagon for any defects when I spotted a lone pea balanced on the lifts.

I said "hey look, an escaPEA"

No one near me but it didn't half make me laugh for a good hour or so!

Edit: I can't believe how much this has blown up. Thank you everyone I've had a blast reading through the replies 😂

It really does, I swear!

And now I’m cannelloni

Because she wanted to see the task manager.

But that’s comparing apples to oranges

And boy are my arms legs.

Heard they've been doing some shady business.

My family and I just finished a rewatch of all major SW visual content, in lore order, interspersed throughout the last 5-6 months or so. That is:

TFM, AOTC, Select TCW episodes (probably about 35-40%), ROTS, Solo, Select Rebels episodes (close to 50%), R1, ANH, ESB, ROTJ, Brief summary discussion of the events of the OT Thrawn Trilogy, which we’ve all read already, Mandalorian (entire run), TFA, TLJ, ROS.

I thought that I’d share some scattered reflections for those who find such things interesting. Many of the reflections are about how we engage with such a varied and robust legendarium (esp. when we include the EU as well). They are in my own voice, “I felt; I saw” etc., but that’s all this is, reflections by one guy. Some of it speaks to and consolidates things I’ve said earlier.

· I liked AOTC way, way more than I expected, not having watched it for over a decade. On the whole, I just enjoyed the prequels tremendously.

· I found myself enjoying TCW’s first few seasons tremendously as well, and felt a spirit of gratitude for GL as I watched, given that it was his last major contribution to his world.

· I loved Solo as much as anything else we’ve gotten post-sale, and will die on the hill that it’s a damn good, authentic SW film.

· While it's not as consistent as some other entries, the best of Rebels is as good as the best of any other Star Wars content in my opinion.

· The OT is the OT. It is so deeply entrenched in our minds, that sometimes it is hard to find new things in it. And yet it is possible, as I was noticing things like how Luke's vision in the Dagobah cave intersects both with mythological themes (Jung's Shadow) and lore themes in fresh ways (how it is a quazi-real dreamscape akin to the Mortis realm).

· I (and my entire family, including my wife two young teenage girls) found myself (ourselves) more frustrated by certain choices in the sequels than ever, on this, our 4th watching of them, in the context of all major SW media. In some ways, this was a surprising and kind of sad discovery.

· At the same time, certain choices in the sequels did strike me as profound and interesting, genuine contributions to SW. For all the grief it gets, ROS has some of the most powerful moments in SW, including the Han/Kylo reconciliation. For that matter, mythologically, TLJ is as profound. And not because it "deconstructs" anything. It doesn't. I've enjoyed going deep and teasing out its mythological strands as much as anything else in SW l

but then I remembered it was ground this morning.

Edit: Thank you guys for the awards, they're much nicer than the cardboard sleeve I've been using and reassures me that my jokes aren't stale

Edit 2: I have already been made aware that Men In Black 3 has told a version of this joke before. If the joke is not new to you, please enjoy any of the single origin puns in the comments

BamBOO!

They’re on standbi

A play on words.

Link to full video: https://youtu.be/7a80Cqfa3eM

Sup my brothers!

I know what you’re thinking. What exactly are we thanking her for? Why the hell should I ever thank someone who rejected me?

In this post I will explain how learning to show gratitude by thanking any girl who has ever rejected you and how continuing to do so will benefit your mental and physical health and lead to more confidence and less anxiety with women. Plus it will help to no longer fear rejection.

I’ll also explain how to create a two-minute gratitude practice that can change your life, and why most gratitude practices are ineffective

So why should we be grateful?

The thing is, I see too many guys that are resentful of women. The guys that are a little too red or black pill. They have struggled with women, been rejected, and spent a lot of time sitting in a victim mentality. They blame society and women for all their problems instead of taking their power back, taking responsibility into their own hands, improving their lives, and having positive interactions and relationships with women. And I don’t want that to be you, or anyone for that matter.

When you start your journey to getting better with women, there is a huge barrier to success. And that barrier is rejection. It can be a shitty demoralizing feeling. That feeling when you finally build up the courage to go speak to a girl at the bar, or you think fuck it, I’m going to ask her out and you get resounding and heart-shattering “no.” But like with any skill, you will face some failures at the start of your learning curve.

But it’s not just about not turning into a resentful black pill guy who decides being celibate is the only alternative. It’s about improving your learning curve and being more confident around women. And I’m going to show you how.

I developed a practice around gratitude and positive thinking when I went through the many rejections when I started out. Every single time a girl told me she wasn’t interested, or that I wasn’t her type, or that I was creepy and to go away, I took on a unique approach.

Instead of calling her a bitch or thinking all women are entitled and evil, I shifted my mindset. I would tell her to have an amazing day (and genuinely mean it!) I would then monitor my self-talk and narrative. The thing is, you also don’t want to hate on yourself by saying that you are too stupid, too short, not good-looking enough, or that no girl is into you. The

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My daughter, Chewbecca, not so much.