You know, LARPers.

No, self-enhancing. It was in the article.

I’ve always loved self-enhancing humor. Maybe this is why I’ve been told I was never a child. Lol.

I hope to never go back to office. Remote has been a life changer. I have time to keep weeds out of my garden. The flexibility to have workers at my house whenever they are available. The freedom to set up my desk how I like it. Time to eat breakfast. I don’t get headaches every day any more from the lighting. I get to go outside during breaks for some sunshine time. I’m here when the kids come home.

My work is more focused. No more road stress. I may be able to move to a place I can tolerate. No more wearing makeup that is bad for my skin. No more having to pack a lunch. My life is infinitely better without having to commute.

Because when it comes to survival until procreation, you don’t need more than two sets.

It’s not like bees pollinate for our benefit.

There’s a reason animals run away from the monkeys with pointy sticks. We eliminated the ones that don’t until we got comfortable enough that we had the luxury of turning them into various forms of entertainment, and therefore had a reason to preserve some.

First, you’re not OP, so I can only imagine that you’re taking something personally that has nothing to do with you.

Second, nothing in this post mentioned trauma. Being harassed by invasive questions isn’t trauma, it’s just humans trying to be social.

Third, if instead of working on your trauma you’re trolling internet discussions and inserting yourself whenever you think you can successfully play the victim, you do not have my sympathy.

Because by 40, most people are past these kinds of shenanigans.

Next time your age comes up, just say, “you really believed I was 25?! Haha, that’s great!”

How can you be in your 40s and this avoidant?

I mean… picking your nose is the same idea. It’s the same thing for why you’d want to drink flowing water, not stagnant water.

And some of us do our best not to backwash.

I read “troll in the woods” and spent a good 15 seconds looking for Bigfoot before I realized.

I’m jealous of people who get that kind of forest. Nice shot.

Okay, Sam. Lol.

Only for people with an inability to comprehend rudimentary semantics.

That doesn’t mean they should be conflated.

You do know that arranged marriage and forced marriage are different things, right?

I don’t know. There’s an even chance my parents would have been better at picking my husband than I was.

If I could wave a magic wand, training therapy dogs and horses. Or doing what I already do, but in a place that actually wants me to do it.

As someone who once subbed cayenne 1:1 for black pepper in spaghetti sauce, and who has learned to make my own breadcrumbs from failed sourdough, I promise it’s a learned skill. It just takes letting yourself fail a lot and not taking yourself too seriously.

My advice to anyone is start with pancakes. Make a few different recipes and pay attention to the differences. Then make them without a recipe. Switch up ingredients, sub in whatever you feel like, play with ratios. Once you have a handle on that, move to sourdough, cookies, or piecrust. Then do muffins. Leave cakes for last, because they are the most finicky. You’ll be baking with confidence and without a recipe in no time.

Because you can’t pack a scale and weights on a cart as easily as you can a set of cups?