I wouldn't say it was my dream career, but I recently quit my job with the federal government that I've had for 10+ years because I refuse to be on the wrong side of history. I'm currently unemployed and not sure where I'll go from here, but it's better than working for TACO Don.
I love this site! I only order from them once a year because it's expensive (I usually ask for a gift card for Christmas), but they have so much awesome stuff. The paprika Pringles are to die for.
I try to be as anti-Nestle as possible, which meant giving up KitKat, my favorite candy. I found these a few years ago on norwegianfoodstore.com and they're soooo much better.
Black licorice is just horrific. I try it every once in a while as I age thinking "Old people like this, maybe I'm old enough to like it myself, now", but no. It's still an instant headache/nausea combo at one taste. Ugh.
Multiple movies on VHS that we recorded off the TV and the movie was shortened/missing entire scenes to fit the allotted run time for television. There are still some old movies I'll somehow end up watching again now and I'm like "I don't remember THIS part!"
All I Wanna Do Is Have Some Fun by Sheryl Crow, or any song where the artist is doing that annoying kind-of-singing-but-also-just-talking thing (NOT to be confused with rap, I do enjoy lots of rap and hip-hop). It's hard to explain. I think Red Hot Chili Peppers has a song where they do it too, and it annoys the fuck outta me.
I once went down a rabbit hole on YouTube of "photos taken of people right before they died" (why the hell did I do this, I don't know), but some of those images have stayed with me forever, particularly:
Two men embracing that are trapped on top of a wind farm windmill that is on fire and they know they're both going to die because it's either jump to their death from the top or try to make it down the ladder, which is the part that's on fire.
The little girl whose legs got trapped under water and they were unable to free her and she sat there for I dunno how long. Her hands turned white and her eyes turned black and then she died.
Horrible haunting shit that I wish I'd never seen.
For real. I'm willing to bet most don't even know it's from the Punisher, they just like it because it's a skull, or because they saw the word "Punisher" on the sales tag and thought that was cool.
When's the last time you actually used the item, whether it's clothing, an appliance, dishes, etc? Some things only have a special purpose (holiday decorations, seasonal clothing), but if the item has no special purpose and you haven't used it in the past 5 years and holds no sentimental value, you should toss or donate it.
A note on sentimental value: If you are tying sentimental value to EVERYTHING or dozens of things of the same type (I don't mean a collection, I'm talking like "My dad died 10 years ago and instead of keeping 1 or 2 shirts he really liked, I'm keeping his entire wardrobe in 10 crappy old carboard boxes in my living room and they're all full of clothes moths now, but I won't throw them away because they have sentimental value to me" kind of behavior), this is an unhealthy coping mechanism that you should address with yourself or with help from a therapist.
Once you have your stuff narrowed down, find a place for each item, and then that's where that thing lives. The place they live must be reasonable and logical. Clean clothes live in the closet/dresser, they do not live on the floor, draped across furniture, or in the hamper after you've washed/dried them.
Appliances live in one spot on your kitchen counter, or in a cabinet/cupboard. Books live on the bookshelf unless you're actively reading them. Knick knacks live on the shelf, not the floor or in a box on the floor because you plan to some day put them on the shelf and just haven't gotten around to it. If you're not gonna put them on the shelf within the next month, box that shit up and put the box in a closet/garage/attic, etc. Storage is an acceptable place for a thing to live, provided you have the room and you're not just accumulating crap and storing it like a squirrel with nuts that are then forgotten about a month later.
FOOD GETS STORED IN THE KITCHEN. Do not store the half-eaten box of crackers on your nightstand or on the floor next to the couch. Do you want ants? That's how you get ants.
Him not being a part of my life for about 20 years. We've since reconciled to the point where we visit each other about twice a year and call every few months, but the relationship will always be a bit strained.
I guess I should have said my past "ignorance" instead of my past "views", because it's really just assumptions I made based on stereotypes and because I was indeed ignorant. I can remember being in high school (a VERY white high school, we legit had no POCs at all) in my teens and one of my classmates went on vacation to China, and when she got back I asked her didn't everyone there look the same?? Because all Asians look alike, right?? (please note my sarcasm there)
I remember when I first joined the Army, meeting a black girl my age who loved Metallica and this blew my mind because I'd never known any black people who liked any sort of rock, because they only like rap, right?? (/s). Or when I assumed that trying to manage my own very curly hair was somehow relatable to a black person having to manage THEIR curly hair (it isn't, at all).
It was never anything outwardly damaging, it was just little ignorant thoughts like that, where I was able to look back on them and be like whoa, I was really wrong/ignorant/racist to assume that. But I also think that that's part of growing up in America, unfortunately, you don't realize what's behind thoughts like that, and yes, I think EVERYONE has those moments of ignorance and covert racism. The trick is to recognize them, learn from them, move on, and not make them again.
I wouldn't say it was my dream career, but I recently quit my job with the federal government that I've had for 10+ years because I refuse to be on the wrong side of history. I'm currently unemployed and not sure where I'll go from here, but it's better than working for TACO Don.