“Neither plants nor animals make B12; it is produced by microorganisms, such as bacteria, fungi, and algae. Herbivorous animals obtain it from bacteria in their rumens, either by absorbing it or by eating their own cecotrope faeces; rabbits, for example, produce and eat cecal pellets.”—
Oh. So it’s this, or a multivitamin? Actually, there is another option, stated further down the paragraph.
My grocery bag was falling apart and the Missionaries offered to help, but I was two houses down, and the thing is, people wanting to sell you something don’t stop at the first no.
Of course I stopped, because I’m not a monster. They offered to help me with my bag, and to move to LA. They also said there was a youth congregation in Temecula that they would be happy to see me at. One of them said, “It’s for people between the ages of 18 and 30, which I’m sure you fall into”.
AHAHAHAHAH YOUNG BOYS TRYING TO GET ME TO LISTEN TO THE MORMON GOSPEL I AM 32! Halfway to 33! I am too old for your youth congregation!
The look of shock on their faces when I said I was older, that was worth my tired, shaky arm, and my yearning to just walk through my parent’s front door already.
Wrinkle-free and dressing like a 15 year old, that’s my game.
They were nice. But I will never want what they’re selling.
I have been down in the dumps since I visited LA last weekend.
I miss living in a city. That is not my mom’s fault. Of course there are things about her that I wish were different, but that kind of sucks on my part. I live my life differently than she does.
Being in suburbs makes me feel caged, but again, that is no one’s fault but my own. I decided to take an extended hiatus from reality because I was having an incredibly difficult time and my parent’s were gracious enough to have me. I am in a place where I am waiting for my apartment in LA to be ready and have overstayed my welcome with my parents. This is making me feel trapped. I feel lonely here and soon it will be over and then a part of me will yearn for these days.
Logically I know all of this, but it doesn’t totally help how isolated I feel.
But I find articles on ending abusive relationships to be EXTREMELY HELPFUL when it comes to my own self-abuse (physically, verbally, emotionally, mentally etcetc) and you might too! If this is insensitive, I apologize AND PLEASE LET ME KNOW! I don’t mean to trivialize or co-opt the tragedy of…
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For many millennials, suburbia’s white picket fences are looking more and more like cages. In August, Leigh Gallagher, author of the new book The End of the Suburbs, told this magazine, “Millennials don’t really have any interest in this kind of cul-de-sac life. They’re not saying they hate suburbs entirely, but they want to be someplace where they can walk everywhere.”
At this point, a part of me feels like I’ve been broken. I’ve lost the fight, I stay inside all day. There’s not really much for me in Temecula. My mom doesn’t leave the house at all, except to to shopping, and I feel like the light has gone out. I stay up all night, I sleep all day, my room is a mess. I am so depressed. I know this will be over in a couple weeks, maybe three, but that’s not even registering as a reality right now.
I’m trying to be grateful for this time, because I was so very unhappy when I left my job in SF, but I’m not excited about anything right now. I love my mom, but her first reaction to everything is to either say “no” immediately, or be scared of it. It’s always been frustrating for me.
“The truth is, unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that the situation is over, you cannot move forward.”—Steve Maraboli (via observando)
“I’m a nerdy white dude from the Bay Area, of course I’m not married to a white lady. Me and a white lady would be like be like wearing jeans and a jean jacket… It’s too matchy matchy.”—Scott Simpson @ Stork Club/Storking Comedy [Paraphrase] (via courtingcomedy)