Message from @Whiskey-Vargas
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thanks guys
Online fam best fam
Just slayed some donuts
Feels good to be American
Why the fuck am I thinking its Saturday today?
Wishful thinking?
I don't even know what day it is
Monday
Holy fuck
It’s whatever day you want it to be
Just cross out the name of the day on the calendar and write your own
Weeks, days, and time are all social constructs.
It’s true
Why not create your own system to keep track of time
Maybe someday it will be adopted by the rest of the world
It feels like a Saturday to me
All tools of the patriarchy and the bougiouse.
Sort of like those people that say they see colors with certain words?
It FEELS like Saturday, therefore it is
It's been well established feels>reals
And the system wouldn't be adopted by the rest of the works because it is all based on feeling, Brick.
I'm thinking about work and I realized I don't think I've shared my experience with black women and their skin. I don't know what it is, if it's just a hygiene issue (since a lot of black women wear weaves and don't want to get it wet) or if it's their skin, but they leave a lot of dirty marks on sheets. And even on my hands as well. Sometimes it looks like I just changed a tire with how black the sheets and my hands get. And no matter how dirty or smelly someone of lighter skin is, they have never left black marks on the sheets. It's something I have yet to figure out. I'm not really sure what is it that causes that.
The paint is rubbing off
That could actuall be truer than you think, @Constantine .
The power of melanin
I was just speculating that maybe since they use a darker shade of makeup (for obvious reasons) that it shows up on the sheet more readily when it rubs off. As makeup is prone to do.
But that's a generous, mundane, and non humorous answer to the problem.
Reminds me of a story though.
On their back?
Could also be henna in their hair.
It happens with some black men too. Not nearly as much as black women.
Don't know what to tell you. Other than there is probably a fairly reasonable, and not as disgusting as we're all probably thinking explaination.
Just trying to make your working day livable.
So back around five years ago my dad almost died for the second time. He got a MRSA (drug resistant staph infection) in his lungs.
Lol Sometimes it's hard. You wouldn't believe how many people don't care about being dirty and smelly. And when it's a 90 min session.
He'd always been afraid of getting this. He never smoked, but since he was around thirty he developed asthma and generally has the lungs of a chain smoking coal miner.
Yeah, what I always think is where to people who care so little for their hygiene get money for that kind of thing?
So long story short he almost dies, has a long stay in the hospital, and is severely weakened. My brother and his wife were visiting when he got out of the hospital.
So he's lying in bed having just gotten home, and he is still deathly ill. He looks over at my sister in law, and in a labored, rasping voice says "Jane (not her real name) come here. I need to tell you something."
She moves in closer
"Please come closer, Jane" my dad says