why are non-millennials so personally offended by everything? like if i’m still wearing my jacket indoors, it’s because i’m cold, not because i disrespect your home/your classroom !! if somebody has got your order wrong, it’s because they’re very busy and simply made a mistake, not because they’re trying to jeopardise your meal !! if somebodies phone rings during a meeting/lecture, it’s because they accidentally forgot to put it on silent, not because they want to disrupt your speech !! just calm down, sharon, not everything is about you
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- Person: hey how's everything going
- 2015 me: *obviously trying not to cry* it's going SO WELL not a single thing is wrong right now!!!!
- 2016 me: *wearing sunglasses indoors* my life is in shambles!!! *shoots finger guns at them*
- Other people: I love the outdoors; I love to travel. I love mountain biking, hiking and long walks on the beach. I enjoy socializing on weekends and if I ever won the lottery I would donate it all to charity.
- Me: I enjoy food, sleeping, short walks to the fridge, and the great indoors. I value fictional characters over real people and on the weekends socialize on Tumblr. :')
“why do women get so upset when someone sees them in their underwear? it’s the same as a bikini, what’s the difference??”
The difference is consent. A woman who changes in a changing room, does not want to be seen by other people in underwear. That’s why she’s changing in a changing room and not in the middle of a store. A woman who goes swimming in a public place, knows that people will see her in a bikini. By entering a public area in a bikini, she consents to other people seeing her. If someone were to walk into a changing room without permission, the person using it would not have given consent. It doesn’t even matter how much the person is wearing at that time.
Yes, technically there’s hardly any difference between underwear and a bikini. But the situation and consent makes a huge difference.
Bad News: Our boss locked the keys inside the building.
Good News: We didn’t have to wait around for a locksmith.
Bad News: My boss finds it very concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my Tragic Backstory™. I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned was because, at thirteen, I figured that was the kind of skill that would impress cute girls.
Good News: A cute girl saw me do it.
Bad News: It was Maggie, and since she’s already seen me fall out of several trees, cry because I saw a fawn that was just too damn small, and knows I can ride a unicycle, she’ll never think I’m cool no matter what I do. It’s too late. She knows.
There are million dollar blockbuster movies that were less entertaining than the rollercoaster this post just took me on.
My style isn’t even my style, I cant afford my actual style
this the most accurate shit
yes
i’ve been trying to explain this