LukeAlmighty 🇨🇿 @LukeAlmighty@gameliberty.club

Over 50%
How the fucking hell does that math work?
https://m.youtube.com/shorts/yBinQxUJBcw

EU just decided, that we cannot ship packages, that are more then 50% air...

So, tellme how the fuck are they supposed to ship fucking thermal bottles now?

I think I have reached the pure autism retardation clown world era of my life.

One of the few truly groundbreaking thought I had to discover in order to start fixing my social anxiety was the question of: Do I actually believe, that my presence can improve the life of other people I want to be friends with?

Because for a long time, the anwser was a clear no.

And I mean, it's fucking constant. She won't even fucking let me make my own fucking tea this bitch. Instead, as soon as she sees me boiling water, she immediately jumps in to make sure, she knows what bag she can put into the cup, and so she can pour the water for me.

Why? It is more exhausting to tell you, then doing this shit myself.

My mom's entire identity is build around suffering in kitchen. The more she suffers, the more she complains. And she fucking believes, that I should be proud of her suffering.

I will be fucking happy with bread and cold sausage. That is the amount of suffering I expect her to do for me. Maybe, then we could actually spend sime time together too.

But no........... noooooo...... She first wakes up hours early just to make some retarded breakfest, that is insanely time inefficient, and then gets angry, that I don't value her suffering.

And then, when I complain, there is always that one feminist in the comments trying to explain, that it is my fault, that she is suffering in a way that not only did I not choose, but I literally cannot stop my mom from doing.