We live in a world where doing drugs is treated like some “high-level” artistic flex. Meanwhile, the so-called “art” they create is basically just filters and apps anyway 😂 Damn, you’re insanely skilled 😂 be like me, a real pro artist. As Salvador Dalí said: I don’t take drugs. I am drugs.💋

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On being sick as a working adult: When you’re sick, the generally accepted parlance in polite company might be to say “Oh, I’m under the weather.” It’s vague enough to spare your present company from discomfort and, despite some sniffles and muffled coughing, you’re exempt from banal explanations about your health. When you’re really sick and contagious to boot, some of us have the good fortune of being able to work from home. We might keep the video part off for our teleconference calls and click “mute” when the really impressive hacking and expectorating starts to kick in. It’s the latter situation that I find myself in as I’m recovering from Acute Bronchitis according to my doctor. After several days of not seeing me in the office, co-workers start to speculate and there’s only so much dithering one can do before the more probing questions creep into the conversation.

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هر با نیکای عزیز به خوابم میاد فقط به مرده و زنده ت لعنت میفرستم، تو یکی از کثیف ترین موجوداتی هستی که زمین به خودش دیده . آب حیات ؟! نه ! کثافتی بیش نیستی ... توی حرومزاده از ثانیه یک میدونستی چه گهی داری میخوری !

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How many of you stay in touch with your friends from high school? It’s been over 30 years since I graduated from high school and while I lost touch for a while, I’m actively connected with my high school buddies through a group text and occasional meet-ups. They’ve all gone on to do amazing things and I’m proud of all of them. However, I must confess, I haven’t always held that point of view. I remember we were all 16 years old, just got our drivers licenses, and we got some take out from Jack in the Box, eating it in the car while driving. One of my buddies finished and didn’t want to deal with his food trash so he rolled down the window and tossed it out of the moving car. All of us were shocked! We gave him grief about it too. As young and dumb as I was back then, I knew enough to know that trashing our city, the place where we lived, was off limits. Not in my backyard, right?! They say people don’t change. For some things, this feels absolutely true. However, if we’re always stuck in the same mindset for our entire lives, what the hell are we all doing here if not to grow and change and become better people? Fast forward 30+ years, this buddy of ours, who so nonchalantly tossed out his food trash onto the city streets…he now cleans up several blocks around the area where his dad lived. Yes, I said blocks. Out there with one of those claw things to pick up trash with his work gloves and a large trash liner. He doesn’t do this with a group or a community event. He does this all on his own. No fanfare. For hours. At least once a month maybe more. Just a purely altruistic act for the good of the people who live in that area. I see him out there when I go for runs or drive by bringing my kids to their various activities, etc. He tells me he just likes to see the old stomping grounds and surrounding areas to be free of debris. He says the city sanitation dept misses a lot of trash flying around and getting caught in bushes, landscaping, etc. (they do) I get it. Sometimes, doing this kind of work is cathartic and symbolic of cleansing the debt side of our life ledgers. Selfless, but maybe feeling that burden of debt get a little lighter in the process. My buddy and his quiet actions can be influential and encourage others to do more for our community - and I respect him all the more for it. Thanks Tommy. 🫂

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@frdysk and @anemale.eth share some tough truth and it’s so true it hurts. I could be wrong here, but my guess is that some, maybe many, who still have both their parents, don’t realize how lucky they are. Only in death, do I fully realize how much my mom was and did and how much she gave to me and my siblings. It was literally all of herself. And when we thought we sucked it all out, bone dry, she had more, found more, to give. How callous, how unrelentingly self-absorbed I was / am. I think back and I’m disgusted at how many of my interactions with my mom were filled with vitriolic dismissiveness with anything she brought up as being important. Later in life, the vitriol seeped away, but the dismissiveness remained. Now, I visit her memorial at the cemetery. Say a prayer and tell her how it’s going with my family and my siblings and all of their families. I wish I had been a better son. I wish for a lot of things to have been different. She and my mom-in-law cared for my two children when they were literally weeks old. When my wife and I were forced to go back to work after maternity and paternity leave ended - both times, for both of my kids. They knew her as Lola (grandma in Tagalog - Filipino language). Even in her Last Will and Testament, she gave everything to her children. I have known a parent’s all-encompassing love, my wife and I both have and while we, mostly me, may take it for granted, we are the better for it. As much as I stubbornly remain a work in progress, I really am the better for it. And I will honor these gifts and pass them on to my loved ones. Love you mom. ❤️

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my son asked me today if I was going to die soon 💀 I told him that, statistically speaking, I probably had about 40 years left. Then he asked me how many days that was. Less than 15,000 It’s a strange feeling when you stop measuring life in years and start measuring it in days. Live each one intensely frens ✨

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I only called it Football because @dwr named the channel Soccer initially. It was all conversational liquidity.

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I've been overly relaxed, disorganized, and procrastinating a lot these days

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i learn something new about myself everyday here and there are beautiful opportunities for connections thank you for being ❤️‍🔥🫶🏻🐉 https://youtu.be/UprcpdwuwCg?si=KsbVARDvlxPclzzG

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exactly five years ago i started breaking bad and stopped at season 3. today, just finished it from the beginning. but, what kind of ending is that? how did jesse survive all of that? did the writer just assume he'd start using d* again and die anyway lol. jokes aside, incredible plot. the transformation of a passive man who lived his whole life for others, never being himself, into someone fully himself and even greedy, done perfectly. not similar in plot but "the secret life of walter mitty" has a similar narrative structure. highly recommend if you haven't seen it. i've felt like walter white a lot in my life. since moving to asia i've been figuring out who i am not. have you ever lived for others? when did you realize it and what did you do?

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Confession: Whenever I see these, I just click what the sharer chose. Im loyal to no one. Im the chaos candidate in this ongoing war that I never understood 🫡

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I live in a building, a few months ago a neighbor wrote in our telegram group that she felt lonely. None knew what to do. She died months later. I feel bad for not reaching out, although I didn’t know her.

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good morning. one of my favorite things about asia is transportation. riding on the back of a motorcycle, watching the around go by, especially when you're driving yourself through something green and lush. i can't ride in thailand though. traffic flows the opposite direction, like england. took some getting used to. in vietnam i rented one and did an hour through rice fields. stopped at some point to look around and cried. still not sure why. but i know this: living somewhere foreign broadens your perspective, teaches you things and slowly heals wounds you thought were permanent. you just have to learn to think outside the box you grew up in.

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In times like this i regret not having something steadier underneath me: a job, a balance, anything. because now i still feel the need to show up here everyday, even when I can't even show up for myself, to monetize the same art i make to free myself. to breathe. to heal and embrace life. to survive. art is the ultimate expression of myself. In these times it's also what limits me. not the first time i've sat with this. won't be the last.

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Might be addicted to bumping. Is there a bumpers anonymous? I blame

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