I had a neighbour who embalmed his own wife.
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Ackshually.... Tooth isn't bone
Right. They're hairy and secrete milk. So, mammal.
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Clairvoyance runs in my family. Most specifically, my sister has predicted several deaths.
Accurately?
Great cover for a murderer.
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My understanding is that this is also the case (legally) in most of the US. Pedestrians have right of way.
People sure don't drive like it though. Too many motherfuckers doing 50 down the fire lane in front of some local shops.
Even when the pedestrian has an active do-not-cross signal?
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I intentionally make up horrors and monsters to lurk in the shadows or under my bed. Sometimes when I can't fall asleep, I stare at a corner of the room, imagining some unsettling creature that could be lurking there, staring back at me (if it has eyes at all). I imagine something reaching up to grab the leg I'm stick out over the edge.
But they can't actually get me. They're created, sustained and dispelled by my will. They may stare at me, reach for me, but they're powerless. When I'm done with them, I send them back to the half-existence in the collection of ideas I built them from.
It's a cruel power fantasy, to make up monsters incapable of understanding that they're the lesser horror between us, but it's fun.
It also seems to help me sleep, but that might just be the fact that focusing my brain on one thing quiets all the background noise.
youre fucked if a tulpa materializes!
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I intentionally make up horrors and monsters to lurk in the shadows or under my bed. Sometimes when I can't fall asleep, I stare at a corner of the room, imagining some unsettling creature that could be lurking there, staring back at me (if it has eyes at all). I imagine something reaching up to grab the leg I'm stick out over the edge.
But they can't actually get me. They're created, sustained and dispelled by my will. They may stare at me, reach for me, but they're powerless. When I'm done with them, I send them back to the half-existence in the collection of ideas I built them from.
It's a cruel power fantasy, to make up monsters incapable of understanding that they're the lesser horror between us, but it's fun.
It also seems to help me sleep, but that might just be the fact that focusing my brain on one thing quiets all the background noise.
Kinda fucked up, tbh. But I’m really impressed cuz I probably wouldn’t have the guts to do this
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I can see true magenta. And it ain't pink.
How do you know?
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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.
