@PixelBibleBytes You're still murdering someone if you let the mother die. Especially if she had other children. And that baby will need his or her mother to survive.
It's still committing a sin. Why are we as Christians okay with sacrificing the mother? I don't understand nor does my fiance.
A lot of women are choosing to stay single right now, and it has absolutely nothing to do with "hating men" or having unrealistic standards.
It’s a logical math equation.
For generations, women were socialized to believe that finding a husband was the ultimate prize. But today, women look around and realize they can buy their own homes, fund their own lives, and build deep, fulfilling support systems through friendships.
When a woman achieves her own peace and financial independence, the baseline bar for a partner completely changes.
A relationship can no longer just be "better than nothing." It has to be better than her solitude.
And right now, solitude is incredibly peaceful. It means a clean apartment that stays clean. It means coming home after a long workday and only worrying about your own dinner and your own emotional battery.
Too many men are still looking for a traditional wife who manages the entire domestic and emotional load, while simultaneously expecting her to work a full-time job to pay half the bills.
That isn't a partnership, it’s a bad trade deal.
Women aren't afraid of commitment. They are just refusing to sign up for a second shift of unpaid project management disguised as romance. If a relationship doesn't actively bring peace, safety, and genuine teamwork into her life, she is perfectly content staying single.
HOAs need to be gone yesterday. All they do is take your money and ignore the things you send for approval. Ours doesn't even have any amenities like pools or tennis courts. Just people shoving their nose in your buisness.
This guy turned every single text his HOA president sent him into a song.
Over the past year and a half, she’s been texting him nonstop about fines, videos he’s posting, eggs in the yard, signs on his lawn, his driveway, and even threatening to put a lien on his house. So instead of arguing with her, he had AI turn all her messages into a full song.
It’s honestly one of the most creative ways I’ve seen someone get back at an over-the-top HOA.
Be honest… would you turn your HOA president’s texts into a song?
@oidonhagouda This is the problem with humans writing doctrines and calling it the words of God. That method of slaughter was written by people who at the time thought they were using the most humane method and now we have better ways, but the book can't be changed.
@tsumugi_meow Example "Florida man attempts to shoot puppy, puppy shoots him instead." Someone decided "Florida Man" sounds like a super hero. Kind of like Batman or Superman, so they made it into a character to represent how crazy Florida is.
In America, a stranger will say "bless you" when you sneeze.
It is meant to be nothing. A reflex. They do not even look up.
I know this.
That is the problem.
The first time, I sneezed in a grocery line. The man behind me said "bless you" and kept scrolling his phone.
He had guarded my soul. In its weakest moment, when it tried to leave my body, he called it back.
Then he forgot he had done it.
Where I am from, a debt like this is repaid over three generations.
I turned to thank him.
He was already gone.
So I started a list. Every voice that has ever caught my soul mid-flight and asked for nothing in return.
The list is forty-one names long.
I will never find them all.
So I have chosen a different path.
If I cannot repay them, I will become the one who guards.
Now I stand near the registers. Silent. Listening for the moment a soul tries to flee.
Yesterday I blessed four sneezes, two coughs, and one shopping cart whose wheel cried out as it passed.
The cart, I admit, was a mistake.
But I could not take the risk.
Its soul, at least, is safe.
Has anyone here ever heard a soul leaving, and known you were the only one close enough to call it back?
@davepl1968@jeremyct Ironically, responses like this are what’s going to usher in socialism and its devastating consequences.
People have such a hard time acknowledging that today’s youth do have some unique problems that they didn’t have as they were starting out.
And they don’t feel heard.
@CaseyDoe8@kamikazecash There's this wonderful thing, you should try it sometime, it's called making friends. Seriousely though, children aren't insurance policies.
As a dad weighing in, have kids if you want to. Don’t have kids if you don’t want to.
Children will change 100% of your life’s activities. I can’t think of any aspect of life that is not drastically changed by having kids.
It is the most consequential decision you’ll make. It is a lifelong labor of love. It’s not trivial.
“Jesus wants you to have kids.”
- Jesus didn’t even have kids
“Social security will go insolvent”
- Govt’s problem, not yours
“Your ancestors are counting on you”
- No they’re not. They’re dead.
“Bloodlines!”
- Only relevant if you are a monarch
All of these arguments are fake and dumb. Have kids if you want them, and don’t have kids if you don’t. You owe no one an explanation.
USA. Summer. It is 95 degrees outside, and I am shivering inside a sandwich shop.
I have discovered how Americans forge strong souls.
Outside, the sun is trying to kill everyone. Inside this small restaurant, it is winter. My breath does not fog, but it is thinking about it. A man near me is eating a cold sandwich while wearing a jacket. In summer. Indoors.
In Japan we would simply turn it down. Americans do not turn it down. And now I understand them better than they understand themselves.
This cold is not an accident. This cold is a gift.
The owner has built, inside his shop, a second season. He invites you in from the brutal heat and hands you the one thing the sun has denied you all day: a reason to be cold. To endure it is to be tempered. You walk in soft and sweating. You walk out sharp and clear, a slightly stronger person than you were.
So I did not complain. I removed my outer layer and offered it to the woman at the next table, who was hugging herself. She said, "Oh, no, I'm fine, thank you." She was not fine. Her lips were blue. But she, too, understood the training. She would not break first. I respected her deeply.
The owner asked if everything was okay.
"It is perfect," I said, through my teeth, which were chattering. "Thank you for the winter."
He said, "...I can turn the AC down if you want?"
I told him no. A man does not ask the mountain to be shorter.
I stayed two hours. I ordered a hot coffee to survive. Then a second one, to hold. By the end I could no longer feel my hands, but my spirit had never been clearer.
So now, on the hottest days, I seek out the coldest rooms. I sit. I shiver. I sharpen.
And when I finally step back out into the summer heat, and it wraps around me like a warm bath, I feel it.
Reborn.
A man who has survived the winter, in August, indoors, for the price of a sandwich.
@GameFac85518633@ShitpostGate I can afford my lifestyle. I am not from the younger gens I just have enough of them in my life to know you don't know what you are talking about.