I know in real life it must have been gory and tragic, and I would normally never laugh about someone losing a pet, but the first mental image that comes to mind for me is cartoony and ridiculous so I’m with you on this one

I grew up rural (largest town I lived in by far was ~15K) and probably not tbh. I’ve been living in big cities abt 10 years now, basically my whole adult life.

1. I fucking hate driving
2. I have finally basically entirely escaped small town gossip, I’m not going back, I love my privacy too much
3. It’s hard enough to make friends with a big pool of options, let alone like 1000 people who already know your whole family lol

On the plus side, the sense of community can be good in some small towns. It’s nice when most of the town shows up to community events - what else are they gonna do, stay home alone on the rare day somethings happening? It felt easier to form community groups like bands etc in that way.

I would consider moving to a smaller city, but probably nothing under 100K, and it would need transit too.

I ate locusts once, I could only taste the seasonings on them. Nice and crunchy though.

I know a friend of a friend who had a platonic sugar daddy - this is extremely rare. From what I’ve heard from sex worker friends, the most common thing they want is companionship (followed by sex, and then nonsexual kink activities), so you would still have to provide that even if you’re not going to have sex. You can’t expect money for nothing, but sex is not the only thing being asked for here. I can’t speak to getting banned or not, but if you are not willing to have sex or indulge in any kinks you will realistically be looking for an absurdly tiny pool of sugar daddies, while sifting through tons of typical potential clients who do expect sex and/or kink, and plenty of scams on top of that.

https://oceanservice.noaa.gov/facts/gltides.html

If the great lakes only see a fluctuation of 5cm max, I don’t think it is affecting the human body in any meaningful way.

A few main issues contributed: the commute was 1.5-2h each way. The pay was low, and the raises that kept being hinted at never materialized. And the supervisor… picture this: you’re in your mid 20’s,and your supervisor is the same age as you. He was clearly only made supervisor because he’s good at the work he used to do, not because he has any leadership skills. He doesn’t seem to enjoy being in management, and is responsible for a solid 90% of all workplace hostility. He’s not exactly mean or anything, but definitely way too intense. Despite having done the same work you’re doing, his expectations seem maybe impossible? His work is his life and he brags about things like working on Christmas.

There were a lot of things I genuinely liked about the job, but after a time my mental health was the worst it had ever been. It’s the only time I’ve genuinely felt suicidal at all, as in, not intrusive thoughts, but actual desire. I had so little spare time because of the commute, but couldn’t afford to move closer. I knew I had to leave the job and was frequently applying for other jobs but hadn’t had any success yet. I was too scared of not having another job lined up.

Then I went and hung out with an old coworker from a restaurant I had worked at in the past, and I found out the dishwasher there had a higher hourly wage than I did at my STEM job that required a degree - it was a pretty fancy restaurant but still… Within like two or three days (I think, although I was dissociating a lot so it’s hard to say) I had my resignation letter turned in, and I was ready to leave and never look back.