pickleprattle
The cost to dispose or recycle should be paid by the companies that produce the product. Products would waste less material and recycling would be profitable for recycling companies doing a public service.
Yes, companies will want to make customers eat that cost. I don’t know if there is a legislative solution for that or what.
My hygienist told me to just use OTC instead of trying to do it at the dentist’s office. She didn’t suggest a specific brand though.
You’re very young to have decided that a partner will never happen for you.
The very best thing you can do is socialize without expectation of partnership and learn to have fun and enjoy flirting with people without the intention of following through. When you can get with a bunch of friends, laugh and flirt and go home alone and feel good about it, like appreciate the joy inherent in those moments without ruining it by pining for more… you will be doing yourself two favors.
One, you’ll stop feeling like not dating is celibacy - it’s just where you’re at.
Two, you’ll become much more attractive to potential partners, and you’ll find folks won’t care so much about your looks. The vibe will be way different, for real, because of the self-confidence inherent in enjoying your life without needing anything from anyone else.
Bonus - You might find, by flirting with people you have no intention of sleeping with, that your tastes expand. Just don’t tell a woman you’re not following through because she doesn’t meet your physical standards, that will get you in a dating blacklist in no time.
I mean… Bank drive thru, too?
It’s ironic that capitalism is missing out on more efficient workers who could maximize production and profit because of this. Who knows where we would be if we actually helped people pursue their goals regardless of current income?
Jump Man, Space Taxi, and Ghostbusters on Commodore 64. I was using that version of the Ghostbusters song as my ringtone for years, back when I got phone calls ;)
Skydiving, once, in my 20s. Not sure if the chute was on wrong, being slightly over the weight limit was a factor, or if it was just genetics, but when the chute opened, the jerk caused a loud enough pop that my instructor asked if I was okay.
I lied of course, the adrenaline kept me from knowing the deal, anyway.
The first time I threw my back out, after, it was from picking up a piece of paper. These days, when I have the least pain I can still tell my back muscles are as tight as a garage spring.
I had never known a moment of back pain before that day, and I don’t know what it’s like to walk a mile without back pain now.