Reading a story that brings happiness is real happiness.

Most often, when I finish a good book, usually one that has altered my world view, or changed some aspect of thinking, is profound, absolutely can even bring joy. The sustained feelings from the thoughts that came from the media are real. If they are happy and joyful thoughts they are real, if they are negative, the emotion is real.

To be delusional in this aspect, you’d have to see the peice of fiction as real life, as in, you may meet the fictional character one day so you are happy at that chance to meet them.

I’ve gone paper towel free in my house. Every need for a paper towel has been replaced in my home care, except for this one purpose.

I use a coffee filter.

My husband used to have night terrors before he got sober. That shit was scary! He would sleep talk, and not sound human. I’ll never forget I woke up early one day while he stayed asleep and I heard him yelling “help” over and over. I was so scared, I ran to him, and woke him.

Thank goodness it stopped when he got sober. I feel for anyone who gets night terrors, it’s no fun

I struggle to sleep without my husband. I need my feet to touch his, at least. We share a queen bed, even use the same blanket (it is a King blanket though). Im really surprised so many folks don’t sleep in the same bed at their partner here. Nothing wrong with it, I’m just surprised.

Maybe things will change when we are older, but I couldn’t imagine.

You’re right

Giving Ecosia an “Ethiscore” of 11, in contrast to Google (5.5) and Microsoft Bing (6.5), Ethical Consumer found Ecosia to be superior to the other search engine companies it looked at, but marked it down in seven categories for its relationship with Microsoft (the lowest scorer in those categories).[60]

Ethical Consumer made a point of clarifying that it’s not the actual searches which lead to tree planting, but the click-through of search engine users to the ads, and called for improved transparency concerning its relationship with Microsoft Bing. Wikipedia.org Ecosia

I’m still going to use it. Clicking the ads is what generates the funds to plant the trees, I knew this much before. It’s the only place I will click on the Ad instead of the search result (if it is what I’m already looking for).

There’s also no AI I’ve noticed in my results.

Is ecosia.org meta search?

So, folks only started having babies in the 1500s? In your mind, how did people procreate before that?

The response from the ai in the advertisement is “he likes it when you make funny faces”.

It has nothing to do with researching conditions, or other parental resources one may need.

“Googling” (may I suggest folks change this language, I like ecosia.org for my searches) things you may want to know more about, and being able to verify where the information came from, is a lot different than asking a glorified alexa for advice on basic human tasks.

“he likes it when you make funny faces”

Hbo and Netflix, probably during the sports games my husband watches.

The goddamn meta commercial where the dad is asking, “meta, how do I get my toddler to eat breakfast” makes me wants to implode every fucking time. Like you can’t feed your kid?

Couldn’t you just buy other toilet paper and leave his dusty roll for his use only?

Yeah, that dust is getting on your vulva, I have a bidet too. I prefer papers that are similar to scotts, where there is no dust. That extra soft stuff is aweful.

I’d buy what I wanted and just use it myself if my husband cared.

“control what you can” is my largest crutch.

I just had a talk with my son, 12, this morning about the bad feelings we get when we lie, trick, or cheat and are caught. For me, I explained, it can even physically hurt because my chest tightens. Sometime around when I was my son’s age, I decided I wanted to avoid that feeling at all costs, and just stopped trying to lie, or trick, or get away with something wrong, because the risk was never worth it.

I may not be rich, or powerful, or hell even interesting, but I do sleep well at night and nearing middle age, I’ve more love in my life than I’ve ever had before. I hope to pass that to my son. Honest man’s living is superior.

My neighbor will tell me all about her grown son (who I know as a racist shit bag, and his son bullys mine) is so successful financially, yet in the same breath tells me she doesn’t bother wasting money on her garden because she can get free tomatoes from the food bank.

Money doesn’t mean one is successful in my opinion. Are they happy? Do they love themselves? Do they treat others kindly? Do the add to their community in positive ways? Do they never take more than they need so that others can have too? That’s success.

I prefer to have my conscience clean, and be the brokest person out there, than to lie, sceme, cheat to gain some arbitrary “success”.

Which is probably like $100 to him

I worked in plastic extrusion for nearly a decade.

The front of the line would be about 85, but the back of the kine, where the work was, hit 110°F to 120F° in the summers.

Absolute hell

I’ve worked hard labor, while either:

not being provided healcare (many chain stores keep you at 34-36 (I forgot the exact amount) hours a week so you are as close to full time as possible while still being technically part time, or they give you 10 hours a week, no bennies offered either way.)

being offered cheap healthcare that covers nothing with $9000 deductible,

and decent healthcare I couldn’t afford, $80 a week, I was that broke (childcare+rent is like paying 2 rents), but still had the $5000 deductible and copays.

We work, and we still don’t get healthcare.

Well, not federal anyway. My state does okay, but it is easy to be in the gap of not qualifying for state medical, yet still unable to afford employer insurance that may or may not cover necessary care.

Amen

I’m so sorry, genuinely, what? Could you further explain what you mean? I understand your first sentence, and then I got lost

Edit, maybe people aren’t online so much, but so many times I ask for clarification, and It gets ignored.

It’s important to me to understand different lines of thought, especially from men. I wish you’d respond.