Hell yeah. Yesterday, last night, pulled a 20 hour marathon cleaning out the old house and loading the truck with the last load.

Bought a '98 box truck as it was a lot cheaper than renting a Uhaul 5 times. We’ve had three or four breakdowns. I assumed we would be breaking down so I carry a bunch of tooling so I can fix it on the road.

Currently broke down in Kentucky again with a hole in the exhaust. Had to cut the cat out because it got clogged. My bean can and exhaust tape solution has mostly been working. I’ve got a bad gap that keeps blowing out. Super 8 is going to love it when I crank a generator in the parking lot and fab a patch out of a baking pan tomorrow. Ball peen hammer, sawzall, Dremel and dikes.

My arc welder is in Pennsylvania or this already would have been fixed.

Anyhow, I’m sore as hell, the good kind of exhausted and about to get some deep sleep.

I don’t really plan on working out. I plan on just plain working all the time. Seems to work better for me. Cultivate that farmer muscle. Those guys live forever, but if they ever stop working, they die.

My UC is cured cause they took my whole colon out. No small intestine involvement. My immune system still hates me, I get inflammation, allergies, had iritis a few times. I drink Reishi tea and it seems to help. Can’t take steroids anymore, get adrenal crash and it takes me months to taper off. Had way too many steroids over the years.

The new place has a much lower pollen and allergen load and a real winter, I’m hoping it does a lot for my health.

I assume I’m going to get arthritis pretty bad eventually, guess I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.

What makes you hurt so bad?

Crayon and crown are the same word for me. Kiddie and kitty as well. Crawdad is the correct term for those little lobster things, paper bag is a poke. An RC Cola is the appropriate pairing with a moon pie. All fizzy drinks in a can are a coke. 😁

As for neurodivergency/ADHD - maybe? It’s not really a handicap so I don’t really care to pursue it. My wife is totally ADHD, diagnosed. She is occasionally medicated for it.

I still have pain. Pain everyday. However, I’m lot less sedentary now. My girl and I have bought a play farm and my activity level has massively increased. I quit drinking, other than a recent fall off the wagon, back straight again. Drugs and painkillers don’t fix shit, an occasional muscle relaxer is good when I spring my hernia bad.

I’m not pretty so I get by on tough and smart.

I still hurt, but if I’m moving and doing, it’s a different kind of hurt. More liveable, if that makes sense. If I can stay doing and working with my hands I function better. I have learned that I can’t fly a desk for a living. Need to work hard enough to not worry about the pain. I work hard enough, and I’m exhausted enough to sleep deeply.

I can outwork my fourteen year old son, and he’s tough and strong. I’ve also developed old man strength. Proud of that.

Going to build my own small machine shop so I can keep working with my hands. I take frequent breaks. Hope to get back to wood carving again soon. Long winters in my new home and have the perfect spot for my wood lathe and carving setup.

This activity likely accelerates the need for another surgery for my abdominal hernia and a re-site of my ostomy. So be it.

My best healthy answer to my pain is to work harder.

I’m sorry you hurt. I understand hurting all the time. It fucken sucks. Maybe you can find things that help or a way to live that minimizes it. Feel free to message me anytime and bitch up a storm about the pain. I truly understand and will lend you my ear, advice only if you want it. Otherwise, unload it to me if you just want me to listen and understand.

Life is pain. I can do anything I used to do, although sometimes I can only do it once. Better than being dead.

I’m of above average intelligence, largely self educated. Very redneck/country so it affects the way I write and speak. My writing and speech are very different from each other. I have people be shocked when speaking to me for the first time after corresponding, especially in business settings. Non-southern people often have trouble understanding me unless I slow down and enunciate more. I also speak in colloquialisms a lot. It was the way I learned to speak growing up. I frequently mispronounce words because I’ve only ever read them.

I might have a touch of the ADHD, but tend to be the life of the party, comfortable in a lot of casual social situations. I’m comfortable meeting new people and getting them friendly quickly. I’m good at finding common ground and getting others to talk about their interests. Non of these behaviors seem to be particularly on the spectrum.

Like I said, I’m probably a little crazy, had a crazy life. However, I’m not on the spectrum as far as I can tell. My experiences with spectrum women could totally be coincidence but I don’t think it’s statistically likely.

Pipe smokers live, on average, longer than non smokers. May be socioeconomic, may be the relaxation.

Pipe smoke isn’t inhaled into the lungs.

I use an ecig for my nicotine addiction, and pipes for tobacco enjoyment. The occasional cigar as a guilty pleasure.

Anyhow, pipe smoking isn’t like the others. There is a learning curve.

The Thirteenth Floor.

It’s pretty annoying. The formatting doesn’t show properly on the Jerboa app. You should probably simplify the formatting so that you don’t have to click a drop down. Sometimes I hit them and nothing shows.

Plain text and simple links only.

It’s not even really a matter of want. It’s more complimentary strengths and weaknesses. The combination is more than the sum of the parts. The right partner makes you a better person.

I lived in a town full of engineers. I’ve seen so many autistic men married to typical women it’s a total stereotype. Figure typical women are more accepting than typical men due to US culture. I’ve seen quite a few gay pairings like that as well. Mostly seem to be pretty happy relationships.

*Edit, grammar fix

I’ve got a bunch of horror stories that take some detail to explain, but I remember a couple moments of shock in particular.

Was actually a Methodist service, Easter Sunday. it was when they cut a baby lamb’s throat and it bled. It was great special effects with a real lamb but children started crying.

Also, the time we all went to see Passion of the Christ, 9:00 or 10:00pm showing. There was a mother smacking the shit out of her toddler for crying when the torture started. I’m a different person now and would put a stop to something like that now.

We’d probably get along just fine.

Knowing is better. Knowing is always better. All we can do is try and tell others what we’ve learned and keep trying to grow ourselves. My purpose is loving my people, my little family. Care for them and treat other folks with respect and kindness. To err is human, and we forgive others when we can.

Yeah. I have no clue how the path out of it works.

Lots of disenfranchised young men full of anger and drives, piss and vinegar, see negative messaging for liking the stereotypical things that young straight men like on one side. On the other side they’re welcomed with open arms and then drip fed poison while reinforcing their identity.

Here on Lemmy if you talk about hunting, meat eating, etc.; people get all riled up. Think I have at least one troll following me and down voting every post.

The left is failing young men and driving them into the open arms of fascism.

I have no clue what can be done about it.

I recommend a fishing rod with an incorrect fact or figure on the end.

In reality, no clue. I’m looking back on a pattern, it isn’t something I sought.

“NDs have less expectations of “normal” in my experience, and are better at communicating what they do expect instead of playing games”

Yes. I hate relational game playing. Very averse to it and is probably the primary cause of anger and strife that I’ve had in relationships.

I also like the acceptance.

Lawd no. My kind of girl is functional and keeps her crazy in check.

For instance, my wife handles the money. She’s better with those kinds of numbers and it makes her feel secure. She likes doing the taxes: which is the good kind of crazy. Does a better job than me on that. I stay out of it. Ask her before large purchases are made.

She expects me to lead on broad strategic decisions after discussion, she fills in details, I execute details. I do most of the physical things, deal with the people stuff and phone calls. She likes the paperwork. It’s a pretty pleasant division of labor.

She has learned to hyper focus on her knitting, we have a lifetime supply of dish rags and some truly giant blankets. There’s a Blanket based on some sort of Amish pattern that I’m going to have to figure out how to display. She also loves her trash TV. Watches the worst reality TV crap, 90 day fiance, Hoarders, angry cooking shows. She knits and watches TV while doing her remote job. Makes amazing money and uses those things to keep her quota to a reasonable excellent level instead of blowing the curve for her coworkers. I built her a pirate server that pulls any show she wants and automatically plays it for her.

If I buy something for her, I try and get it in pink or with a pig on it. She has an enormous pig figurine collection. I’m taking back her ‘pig shelf’ as it is a glass and wood cabinet from my family that I want to put in my study.

Inside the house the kitchen is her main room. I try not to cook even though I enjoy it. She rules that room and fixiates on producing amazing food. She’s plotting something about clear acrylic shelves to hold her piggies. I’ll execute once she has a plan and provides me with pictures or links of what she wants.

In many ways, we have some sort of idealized '50s lifestyle. Idealized, not actual. One of these days I’m going to catch her vacuuming in pearls and heels. She’s bi and free to explore relationships with other women, for instance.

She’s highly functional and doesn’t do mania. I also know how to pet her the right way. It’s an easy relationship.

Yup. You get it. The solution is simple, with one exception. Simple doesn’t mean easy.

We need socialized healthcare including mental healthcare. That would do a lot, there are almost always signs that a non-gang mass shooter is mentally unwell.

Gang and crime based mass shootings would fall through the floor if we removed the incentive for them, prohibition of drugs. Addiction should be treated as a health problem.

We need to identify these sources of hateful propaganda, the nests of poisonous ideology and root them out through education. We aren’t teaching critical thinking, I think that also has a lot to do with it.

You also have many young men that lack good role models for positive masculinity. This is a big thing I’m not sure how to fix. Toxic masculinity has become so pervasive and has infected almost every straight man that can be considered macho. I’m a very masculine man, and proud of it. My zippo says Daddy. My straw hat also has a pride/equality pin next to a Ruger pin. The number of men that I meet like myself is quite low. Met a very macho trans man once that I found had a similar worldview. Have met similar men in the gay leather communities but they tend to cluster in large cities and form insular communities for their own safety.

That’s what I hear, but I still like the taste of percolator coffee better than any other. May just be bad taste on my part.

Respect is a big part of it. Another problem is that they aren’t seen as actual tools. They’re probably more often a male enhancement device than a tool.

They should be viewed as a tool for the production of meat, for the efficient removal of varmints. In the worst case they are a tool for the defense of self or others. That worst case scenario is actually very rare.

Tools and toys can be interchangeable. However: some pretty strict laws govern the use of toys like sports cars.

My shooting tools are mostly polymer stocked or gripped. Plain, cheapest base model I can get. Then I take them apart and work on the mechanisms to make them mine. I don’t have a lot of them, just have a few for my particular use cases.

I really like them. I get pleasure from using my tools. I also really like my lathe and my daily driver small truck. I’ve also taken them apart and worked on them.

I think this attitude should be required if one is going to own and be responsible for such a dangerous tool. There should be an interview process or something to weed out dumb fucks and the mentally unstable. After all, the militia was supposed to be well regulated. It’s not particularly complicated.

Donut shop style medium roast in a percolator, add 1 serving powdered Mexican hot chocolate to your cup. Mmm, yeah.

Holy cow! I have my TST card and everything. Kink has been incredibly important to my girl and I building a feeling of community.

Was in the hospital once. My family organized prayer circles and shit and I had to shut off Facebook. Then they tried to do some deathbed conversion shit while I was on heavy opiates. I giggled at the guy they sent to my room and called him an alien. The kink community brought my girl, and our former partner, food and ran errands for us. Ran interference with the hospital over our poly realtionship. The kink community took care of my people when I couldn’t.

Like any other community, it has its problems, but has been pretty wholesome.

I bet you and I would get along well.

Yeah, it’s sick. I’ve always been amazed by how many people actually believe the company line and feel intense loyalty.

Once worked at a place that required everyone to show up 1.5 hours early to watch a video from the CEO cheerleading about “rationalizing” plants. Rationalizing was code for layoffs. Then they gave us buttons to wear about it. I tossed the first one in the urinal, real proud that there was a pile of them at the end of the day.

I think it’s normal and human to appreciate hard work and dedication. That drive makes us survive. Then it gets used as bait, the hook goes in, and people misplace that drive onto something inhuman. I guess it’s a successful strategy if you’re a no soul snake.

One of the greatest pleasures in my life is pissing off the back porch when it’s cold, looking up at the Milky Way, and listening to the coyotes pack up.