Y’know I reblogged this a bit ago and was saved from financial probation and getting kicked out of school because of it, just mere months from graduation. Got a call from the financial aid advisor telling me that they made a mistake with filing my account (or some other sort of clerical error) and said that, basically, they owe me money. Welp.
Last time I reblogged the money cat, I won two $100 gift cards at work.
So last night was my first welding class and the second i walked through the door the teacher said “hey you’re zoe right” and I started to panic because how does the teacher immediately know who I am fuck did I have this teacher before how come i don’t recognize him fuck fuck i’m a terrible person
turns out i’m just the youngest person in the class by about 30 years so the deduction wasn’t that hard
anyways, apparently people keep taking the welding class over and over again and the wait list is like 100 people long and so it was by some act of providence of pure dumb luck that I managed to get a spot. This also means I was the only person there who hadn’t welded before.
I’m stationed at a big center table where the teacher can keep an eye on me, and everyone else is in booths on the surrounding walls each making their own projects. And these are impressive looking projects. One guy is making a side table, a woman is making a giant metal rocking chair, and another guy was making a wind chime out of old compressed air canisters.
The elderly gentlemen in the booth right behind me introduces himself to me as Jim and asks me if this is my first time and I say yeah and he smiles at me and tells me I’m gonna love it and how this class is so fun.
Immediately Jim becomes my new best friend. He comes over whenever I stop to take a break and asks how I’m doing and even helps me take the welding mask off when I couldn’t figure out how to do it myself.
at one point i see Jim and another old guy talking to the teacher and i catch the old guy pointing at me. now being pointed at is usually never a good thing. the teacher has had me welding edges of scrap metal together so I can get a feel for the equipment. The teacher comes to check on me and I jokingly as him if those seasoned guys were making fun of me.
Turns out I’m super good at welding and the old guy didn’t believe it was my first time welding ever and Jim was trying to convince him I was a newbie. 😀
So for the entire 3 hour long class, like 15 middle aged and elderly people would periodically come by my table and check in with me, making sure I’m having fun and asking me questions about my life, and things like, do you know where the drinking fountain is, making sure I’m taking breaks, looking out for me and that kind of thing, all while being completely kind and supporting and complimenting me on my welding skills.
and that’s how a community center welding class gave me 15 new grandparents. i love them all and this class is going to be amazing
this is so pure
I want this
I know i’ve talked about this before but I really think it’s so important that men have the ability to express themselves and their emotions regardless of whether its positive or negative
I mean I personally have kind of a hard time expressing my feelings sometimes to other people, because I feel stupid or scared that they’ll judge me or think I’m annoying or whatever. So I know that it can be hard to express it when you aren’t feeling well emotionally, but it’s really bad to keep all of that to yourself. The more negativity and unhappiness you carry around on your own shoulders, the harder everything else becomes.
Having Joey in my life right now when I feel so volatile and I can go from being fine to being agonizingly depressed within an hour is a HUGE help. Joey is willing to listen to be babble and blubber about my insecurities and my heartache and my “what am I going to do once October gets here” and all that shit. I have a method of getting out my frustrations and my depression, and I have someone who can assure me that everything is going to be okay.
Most importantly, I have people in my life that won’t tell me I’m being stupid for feeling this way. I have people that will support me when I’m upset and help me get back to normal.
And it’s so important to have people like that! Which is why I think it’s necessary for men to have support systems like that, because it’s way too common for men to be told “boys don’t cry” or “be a man” or what-have-you. And that’s fucked up.
You need to be able to let out your negative feelings. You need to be able to cry. Everyone becomes vulnerable sometimes, it’s totally normal and natural, and everyone should be able to be taken seriously at that point.
All this “male tears” bullshit is garbage and does nothing but hurt the people who already don’t get enough emotional support.
You can’t go through life with a mask of “I’m okay” and expect to actually be alright. If you can’t get through your problems on your own, you need to know it’s okay to get help. And you absolutely should have good help available to you, no matter who you are. You deserve that much.
You guys are outlaws, right? Then, I guess I’m an outlaw too.
Bandits (2001) was an alright movie overall but after rereading Gangsta i REALLY wanted to draw the benriya with this scene.
Joey… I am deeply hurt by your words. The things you have said about me behind my back were cruel. I have always been a good friend and this is how you treat me… I will never make you cheesy chicken ever again.
FOR CONTEXT
WHAT I SAID WAS THAT I WOULD MAKE YOU A SANDWICH
THE THING I SAID BEHIND YOUR BACK
WAS THAT I WOULD MAKE YOU A SANDWICH
a sandwich full of hurt
Do you want the sandwich or not?
If so, what would you like on it?
chicken and cheese and replace the bread with rice
I’ve got turkey and provolone and bread
no
first you call me a bitch and now you tell me to die!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Mégane à trois 