I had a neighbour who embalmed his own wife.
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I was once bitten by a kissing bug.
Are you sure you weren't kissed by a biting bug? Bug mouths are usually very small!
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Do you mean 99.99% fewer humans?
I'm 99.99% human, .01% secrets.
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I have no how many people I have killed probably alot wars crazy
Bullets or bombs?
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I once walked around for two days with a piece of someone else's bone stuck in my thumb.
Now I want corndogs
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I had my mid-life crisis in my early 20's because the average lifespan in my demographic is like 52 years.
What's your demographic?
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I went for a walk on the Hudson Bay coast of far northern Ontario once when I was a teenager and we saw a polar bear. We're Indigenous and my family has connections up there so we went to visit them many times when I was growing up.
We had seen the bear a few days before from the safety of a frieghter canoe filled with a group of hunters with high powered rifles. We were in a 24 foot canoe and the bear was a huge adult that was probably about 12 to 15 feet long on four limbs and probably 20 feet standing. We looked at each other for a while and then dad and his hunter relatives fired warning shots next to the bear. The spray of firing a high powered shot in mud and clay is like a mini explosion or a land mine going off. It scared the bear enough that it started running. The land there is completely flat and featureless and the bear was gone on the horizon as a speck in a matter of minutes. We didn't want it near our camp.
My cousin and I went for a walk later, we came across the big claw marks of the adult polar bear in the mud and clay of the seashore. The marks were huge and it looked like it was made by a small backhoe or tractor. Clean cut marks from four huge claws with each limb. We were impressed and measured them with our feet and hands and head. We said to ourselves, hey this thing could tear us apart in seconds.
It was then that we realized, we about an hour long walk back to camp, we're alone and this bear could reappear at any moment and come running or even just walk fast at us from far away in a matter of minutes. All we had were shotguns to go bird hunting and we were just 16 year old kids. And we couldn't really walk fast in the muddy clay and tundra marsh where we were.
If the bear had been anywhere near us that day ... we would have been one of those little box newspapers stories of two teens that got killed by a bear in the northern wilderness.
Ooo!
Ok, this isn't nearly as unique or exciting, but the last time I went backpacking with my dad in the Frank Church River of No Return Wilderness, we were hiking around a lake and saw some really nice deer tracks in the almost muddy soil of the lake shore, like you could make nice molds out of. We go a bit further, and I'm looking at the tracks because they're so pristine, deep, and perfect, and I see a cats paw join the tracks. The paw print was bigger than my hand, and I'm a grown-ass man.
I was half worried about meeting that cat; I'm no tracker, but I suspect the tracks had been made the previous night or that morning. The other half of me was sorry for that deer.
We weren't hunting and had no guns, but I bought a Pelican case for our next trip; that was our last one together, though.
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In funeral director circles, the topic of embalming your loved ones comes up a lot. Some people want to, so they know they get the best care. Some people, like me, would rather ask an embalmer they trust to do it.
As far as embalming certification, it varies by state. Colorado is notorious for embalming not requiring licensure. Minnesota requires a 4 year degree. So it's hard to say if he was official or not.
This is in Ontario and we tend to be more strict about qualifications.
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What's your demographic?
wrote on last edited by [email protected]AuADHD Transfem enby from Texas with a family history that includes diabetes, cancer, emphysema, and heart failure.
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OP, the pic said an unsettling fact about you, not your neighbor. You need to follow it up with something like, "While he did it, I held my hand over his so he could teach me his techniques." If true, that it would make it an unsettling fact about you. If you don't have anything, though, it happens. I'm not coming up with much at the moment either. And just saying something like "I poop a lot" would do this thread an injustice.
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Slicing raw meat brings me the weirdest joy.
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AuADHD Transfem enby from Texas with a family history that includes diabetes, cancer, emphysema, and heart failure.
Ugh. Family history is a bummer; however, all of those are things you can mostly mitigate with early and frequent screening, and listening to doctors about lifestyle choices. Not like dementia, for which we have very few tools.
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Yep -- It's a gift & a curse.
I find it super easy to put myself in other people's shoes and see what they're going through, but I have a hard time expressing my own feelings. It's turned me into a bit of a loner, but I do have a small circle of people I know & trust that I can be myself with.
I hear ya. I'm participating in a hiring panel and finding it really tough to reject candidates, especially when they're nice. I just feel so much for them.
Hard not to start building a tough shell, take care of yourself
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Do you mean 99.99% fewer humans?
yep! Imagine that. You dying would actually be a major loss in that scenario. Though let's not get any ideas.
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Even when the pedestrian has an active do-not-cross signal?
Maybe a cop would consider it jaywalking, and it's definitely a dick move, but I wasn't taught that there were really exceptions.
They aren't supposed to walk out and if they're already in the road they're supposed to get out asap, but that doesn't make it ok to try and drive by like they aren't in the road with some sort of confidence that it's somehow their job to get out of your way.
At the end of the day they're a sack of cloth, skin, meat, blood, and bones. You're sitting in a carefully engineered multi-ton slab of plastic and metal more similar to an early tank than it is to a horse and buggy, and those already could trample people to death.
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Ooo!
Ok, this isn't nearly as unique or exciting, but the last time I went backpacking with my dad in the Frank Church River of No Return Wilderness, we were hiking around a lake and saw some really nice deer tracks in the almost muddy soil of the lake shore, like you could make nice molds out of. We go a bit further, and I'm looking at the tracks because they're so pristine, deep, and perfect, and I see a cats paw join the tracks. The paw print was bigger than my hand, and I'm a grown-ass man.
I was half worried about meeting that cat; I'm no tracker, but I suspect the tracks had been made the previous night or that morning. The other half of me was sorry for that deer.
We weren't hunting and had no guns, but I bought a Pelican case for our next trip; that was our last one together, though.
wrote on last edited by [email protected]I always love thinking about what wild cats could do to a person.
I think of what a five pound angry house cat can do to you ... it will roll around like a snake in your hands, dazzled in fur, spiked with razor blades. It will cut and scratch you until you bleed in 20 different places.
Now turn that cat into a 100lb animal that has daggers instead of razor blades.
EDIT: typos from fat fingers on a phone
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Therapy might still be a good idea in the future, trauma can show up in quite unexpected forms.
I'm really glad you're doing better!
Seconding this. I thought I was fine once I made it through college without therapy. Ha! All the shit I'd just bottled up for years was still sitting there, packed nicely in its little bottle, waiting to explode.
Ended up going through a couple years worth of therapy in my late 20s / early 30s
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When I was a kid I had a hypothesis that autistic people simply lacked souls and that that explained their symptoms. (I don't think this anymore)
For what itβs worth, I got a solid laugh out of this. My partner is autistic, and Iβm 100% telling them that itβs because they donβt have a soul.
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Ugh. Family history is a bummer; however, all of those are things you can mostly mitigate with early and frequent screening, and listening to doctors about lifestyle choices. Not like dementia, for which we have very few tools.
wrote on last edited by [email protected]Well, before I started hormone therapy I didn't see much need for hope, but these days I'm determined to grow into a cute old fart that inspires the weird queer kids of the future and I'm taking much better care of myself.
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In the same year I put my head through a plate glass window (to a shocking lack of injury) I also attempted to lift an engine block off a cherry picker... WITH MY HEAD... to hilarious results.
Well the TBI, seizures and utter disregard of my mother to the suggestion of a neurosurgeon that I needed surgery to relieve swelling at the injury site weren't too funny. The latter is my favorite as she 'treated' me with nightmarish vegetable smoothies consisting of spinach and not much else.
I still hate spinach. And it's been 47 years.
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I realized I was trans in middle school, i said something suicidal to my friend and he told on me. I never really talked to the therapists because my mom was very homophobic. I got put on antidepressants and suppressed my feelings so hard I can hardly remember my childhood.
5 years later my depression went into "full remission" couple of months before I came out. I then 180Β°d and got sent to the psych ward for suicide ideation this February.The only thing that stopped me from killing myself is the realization that my cat would be rubbing against my body for pets in the ~10 hours it would take for my family to find me. I was planning to buy a knife after work but broke down in the bathroom.
Every time I have ever gotten to that point (not for at least 6 years now), it's been my pets that immediately pulled me back. When I lived alone, I left myself sticky notes in places I would see when I needed them that said things like "your pets love you unconditionally" and "you're Maya's (my dog at the time. She's died of old age at 15 since then) whole world"
