Not like I have a single dime to donate to anything lately, but ideally if I did? Not sure, ideally both. Neither because of tears shed because churches are burning, and each for very different reasons. There's really zero comparison beyond the surface here.
@Thenomain I have to wonder if they won't end up turning it into a museum with modern structures taking over where the remaining framework that can be safely restored leaves off, rather than a full restoration.
There's a cathedral that was destroyed in the Blitz that was restored in this way, and while it may not be compelling for the same reasons the original was, it became just as powerful (and quite humbling) for a variety of reasons after.
@Sparks If they ever start to become more frequent or become more resistant to the 'I see a flashy thing... dark room, NOW' I definitely will look into it.
I can usually prevent them from taking hold if I run off to pitch blackness IMMEDIATELY when I see the first flashy things, which is a genuine blessing I am intensely grateful for. If that fails... they'll last a few days. There's no 'just a few hours', it's days... sometimes weeks. It was hell because I could not get the old doc to take me seriously that I get them, despite every woman on my father's side of the family getting them, and finally, the one we had... until a few weeks ago when he changed his practice, got me on medication, which still thankfully works to tamp them down. Since we're looking for a new doc, and there's only 9 pills in a refill, and 2 refills left? Yeeeeeeeeeah, I'm trying to not use them if it can be at all avoided.
Normally it isn't super common, but if I'm doing a lot of things that cause eye strain? I am apparently begging for it. 
Movies in the theater (especially with the added noise, and I'm super noise sensitive normally let alone when it's kicked off) are almost a universal nope and have been for a decade or so. (It has to be something REALLY worth the risk... )
@Pandora The more I hear, the more I am convinced your daughter is going to grow up to rule the world. I approve of this in every possible way.
@Aria I know, right?! I mean. That chart is weirdly... accurate in more ways than one.
...is my personal favorite.
@Aria I'm sure it was his attempt at an erudite 'tits or gtfo', agreed. It's why 'maybe if you try to pronounce the lines in the guttural grunt-language throwbacks like you understand, it may translate' seemed about right.
...and it really does kinda nail it. I definitely remember the days of feeling 'Gf Ggffh', that's for sure.
This migraine can fuck right off. After not going away last night, and a midnight shuffle for the migraine meds in a squinty haze...
...I am lucky enough to have no tolerance to the meds yet, so one pill has thus far, until this morning, sent them packing.
Second pill morning.
FML.
Usually, if I feel it starting I can run off into a dark room and hide for a few hours and it goes away before it truly starts. Usually. That 1 time out of 10 it doesn't... I'm going to be so screwed this week.
@silverfox This reminds me of a story that... sorta never stops making me giggle every time I think of it. So, my father used to work at our local paper, back when various places would send books/movies/etc. for review, and even though he wasn't in that department, it was a small enough paper that everyone knew everyone.
One day somewhere around college-ish I got it into my head to write romance novels.
This went nowhere, but before then, it went to... my father, an old codger of a sportswriter, wandering into the book office to humbly ask, "Do you have any romance novels left over? Uh... my daughter would like them. For reference."
It's funnier as the world's oldest (combination of) excuse(s) was, you know, true in this instance, but at that point, the guy at the desk starts pulling out box after box after box and saying, "PLEASE, take them, take them all! They have been gathering up for years in the giveaway box!"
And that was the day my father came home with three file boxes crammed full of romance novels and a world of, "I don't want to talk about it."
@Aria I think if he reads across the row from right to left, skipping the USC column, it'd be an appropriate onomatopoeic term for the noise the average person makes while dealing with breasts of that size from almost any perspective.
"What size are your boobs?"
"Mmm? J-- NnNnNnNnNnNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn J-- J-- NnNnNnNnnnnn... "
^ I feel this actually does properly express the experience of dealing with them in the guttural, grunting tones of the most universal of languages.
Well done, chart.
Well done.
I am, admittedly, baffled by anyone who can't envision something the average size of a human head. Could it be that the question is coming from...
@Aria said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
And again, since I have boobs the size of an adult human head, that means I'm buying bras that normally range from $60-$100 for $30-$50.
I am glad I am not the only person who has to use that descriptor to really get it to sink in. Also enormously empathetic.
In this context I present my RL peeve of the day, knowing that at least two other people on the forum will get it now: OMGWTF husband, stop putting things on the edges and corners of a table I have to walk past while carrying stuff.
Or at least stop asking me why it keeps getting knocked on the floor.
Worse than cats. So much worse.
(see: Doom Patrol).
Annnnnnnnnnnnd again. Seriously. GO SEE IT. They are really knocking it out of the park.
When I finally chill out enough and squelch enough of the anxiety to try to catch some sleep...
...and my darling husband just has to chime in with extended bitching about something stupid and petty and could have waited until later if it was worth mention at all right before I try to sleep.
Which of course means I'm anxious as fuck again, and can't sleep.
@Cobaltasaurus That... really did live up to both 'lava' and 'crunch' at least, just... in the worst way possible. I am so sorry. 
...when even fucking New Jersey owes you money back. 
Fuckers.
But truly, fuck NJ for taxing your pre-medical insurance wages; many states don't. As a result, any penny they have to pay us back is and we never end up having to pay the state we actually live in a dime since they credit for NJ's greedy graft-riddled ass.
@Ghost ...after tax day hell, I will see what I can do. Mwahahaha.
@Ghost I would play this with you forever, and it would be amazing.
Comcast/Xfinity customer 'support'. Need I actually type more? I don't think I do.
Dear everyone who does this: I do not exist to be your emotional support system/punching bag/sage guru.
More than that, I am a person who has her own shit to deal with at the moment.
I am not a symbol of this, that, or the other. The next person who tells me how I'm 'the symbol of <X>' or 'the embodiment of their <Y>' or 'the archetype of their <Z>', so help me fucking gods, the size of the hole I am going to tear in them.
Even if, in (generic) your mind, I am the AYYYYYYY of your ZED, that does not mean I am obligated in any way -- to be beat on, yelled at, insulted, accused, to provide sage counsel, or even listen to you at all, period.
That is your mental construct, and it is your problem and responsibility.
Not mine.
I try to be compassionate. I am a more empathic person than I will ever admit to being here. I give a genuine damn about the well-being of any number of people.
I am real tired of people who think that they can exploit these traits on a whim while refusing to seek the qualified help they need that I am not equipped or able to provide.
If I tell someone I am dealing with my own shit right now and cannot offer them what they need, I am really past the point of apologizing for not being able to do so at that time.
(Generic) your fucked up is not cosmically more important than my fucked up.
If I need to focus on fixing my fucked up right now, all the guilt trips, accusations, and tantrums are not going to change that fundamental reality, and they are not going to make me want to help you when I am in the headspace in which I might be able to do so, either.
ETA:
3. WHAT IN THE EVER LIVING FUCK IS IT WITH THIS SHIT ALWAYS HAPPENING ON THE DAY I HAVE TO GO IN TO DO MY FUCKING TAXES?!
With its latest episode, Doom Patrol has really cemented itself as the best television series of 2019 so far.
^ So much this. I am annoyed that I have to yell at people about giving this one a shot, but it's surprising how much I have to.
They balance out the seriousness, humor, tragedy, and mystery better than anything I've seen in years. It is also very good at sneaking up and kicking you square in the feels.
Every time I would go to a certain club in Atlanta, GA, I would run into a friend of mine from the PA Renaissance festival. It was the same for him.
Every. Single. Time. For. Three. Years.
Neither of us even lived in Georgia.
I lived in Delaware.
He lived in PA.
Every.
Single.
Time.
For.
Three.
Years.
We just knew the other person would be there, after about the... sixth time?
Not the trippiest shit in my life, but it's up there.