I like fish and chips will i die?
I worked in a gym manufacturing factory.
Installing and manufacturing gyms for big concerns and rich people.
They were not getting fit on said equipment they were from my observation narcissistic individuals trying to rid themselves of inner problems.
I make a note of not going to places people are trying to get out off.
The pseudo middleclass going around the World patronising the peasants while not even knowing the lower orders in their own country.
Sorry did i burst your bubble?
Oh dear never mind, delete is very good I have been informed.
James
I had a discussion with my parents about that. One of my children has a brain issue (Chiari Malformation) that could cause serious problems if certain things happen. I asked how they handled it when I got my job–field geology is hardly a safe profession, and everyone knew going in there was a good chance I’d be killed. My mother told me that a parent’s job is to provide roots and wings–you need to show the kid where they’re from and teach them how to live properly, then let them loose into the world to find their own way. It’s dangerous; they may die. But it’s far better to die doing what you love than it is to sit safely at home because you’re too afraid to do it.
I will say this: The quiet times are more precious if you’ve earned them. I love grilling, a cold beer in hand, while my children play in the yard. I know what risks I’ve taken to earn that domesticity, what effort went into it, and can revel in the joy of those all-too-few moments.
I have been thinking about this myself, as my city’s population is hard-left to the point where anarchists smashed up my neighbourhood a couple of years ago, and I am outspokenly anti-woke which makes me a target. I came to the conclusion that I would rather catch a bullet or a baseball bat for something or other than live like a coward and run out the clock. This led to an “all-in” mentality towards life which has brought me comfort and joy.
I like fish and chips will i die?
I worked in a gym manufacturing factory.
Installing and manufacturing gyms for big concerns and rich people.
They were not getting fit on said equipment they were from my observation narcissistic individuals trying to rid themselves of inner problems.
I make a note of not going to places people are trying to get out off.
The pseudo middleclass going around the World patronising the peasants while not even knowing the lower orders in their own country.
Sorry did i burst your bubble?
Oh dear never mind, delete is very good I have been informed.
I had a discussion with my parents about that. One of my children has a brain issue (Chiari Malformation) that could cause serious problems if certain things happen. I asked how they handled it when I got my job–field geology is hardly a safe profession, and everyone knew going in there was a good chance I’d be killed. My mother told me that a parent’s job is to provide roots and wings–you need to show the kid where they’re from and teach them how to live properly, then let them loose into the world to find their own way. It’s dangerous; they may die. But it’s far better to die doing what you love than it is to sit safely at home because you’re too afraid to do it.
I will say this: The quiet times are more precious if you’ve earned them. I love grilling, a cold beer in hand, while my children play in the yard. I know what risks I’ve taken to earn that domesticity, what effort went into it, and can revel in the joy of those all-too-few moments.
Beautifully said, James.
I have been thinking about this myself, as my city’s population is hard-left to the point where anarchists smashed up my neighbourhood a couple of years ago, and I am outspokenly anti-woke which makes me a target. I came to the conclusion that I would rather catch a bullet or a baseball bat for something or other than live like a coward and run out the clock. This led to an “all-in” mentality towards life which has brought me comfort and joy.