Sometimes she cries because she misses me. I try to kiss her cheeks like I used to, to make her understand that I’m still here. I don’t have lips so I use my tongue. It feels natural, like that is how I always kiss her. Is that how I used to kiss her?

Sometimes she hugs me a bit too hard and buries her face into my fur, because she is glad I came into her life the same day I disappeared. Did I disappear? I am here.

I wag my tail because I am happy. I will always comfort her on the anniversary of when he disappeared. I will never leave. I love her.

Check your local library (if you’re lucky enough to have one). Mine didn’t have any rpg adventure books in stock but they let me search their online database and I found some that looked interesting. They shipped them in for me to borrow, at no cost to me. Amazing service!

It’s a great way to try different adventure books before buying the ones that suit your style. Some adventures are quite fleshed out and some are bare bones with plot holes you can fill however you want.

Another thing that can help is to bounce ideas with other DMs or players that aren’t in the campaign: give one a call if you know them irl, or make a post online, if you get stuck and need inspiration. Two heads together are greater than five heads alone, believe me.

Finally, take notes. Inspiration can come from the oddes sources, so write down anything and everything that might be usable at some point in the future: talk during the campaign, overhearing gossip about a stranger, books, movies, poems, games, dreams, working on a problem at work/school. Reading the notes back later can either be gibberish or lead to an idea to use.

I’ve always disliked smalltalk and never felt comfortable with it, but nowadays, and I don’t know if it’s age or isolation… nowadays I quite enjoy exchanging a few pleasantries with someone as we meet in a staircase or hallway. Just some words about the weather or encouragement for climbing the stairs or sympathy about heavy looking bags - mostly on the boring side but edging on quippy, followed by polite chuckles… it makes whatever made me go outside a little better.

It’s still slightly uncomfortable before deciding what to comment on today, and getting that neutral-positive response, but I like it nonetheless. Feels like a routine even though I do it with different people each time. Makes me feel more at home out there.

Fun question!

If poison (alcohol or other) counts, I’m dead.

If surgeries counts, I’m soon to be dead.

If electrocution counts, I’m likely dead (I guess it depends on how grounded I am at the time, because that’s a LOT of electricity to take at once).

Otherwise, with someone professional help nearby, I’ll live… but not if I’m alone. I would not have use of my hands to call for help and would bleed a lot, plus concussion. My blood type can recieve from several other blood groups, so as long I’m in hospital I’m okay. None of my broken bones have been near endangering organs so im not worried about them. Probably blood loss and chock is my biggest concern, and infection from a thousand cuts in the long run. I would hopefully and probably pass out to relieve myself of the pain.

A woman doesn’t have to be feminine, there are plenty of masc and butch women. Would you feel more comfortable with short hair? There are also other options. Would you feel more comfortable thinking of yourself as a man (men can also be feminine or masculine), or neither, or both?

I didn’t feel comfortable calling myself a woman, but not crossing any gender boundary, I just always preferred “girl”. I didn’t feel mature enough to be a woman until I kinda forced myself to claim that title. With enough use I now feel comfortable referring to myself as a woman.

Titles and gender can be hard. You are allowed to experiment until you find the expression and terminology that suits you. But also, its okay to feel ridiculous, you can grow into feeling comfortable with whichever terminology you want.

I’ve known plenty of people who are sociable but thoughtless.

I know I myself have been a nuisance without realising it, and I am grateful for each person who have told me when I’ve been rude or hurtful. It’s how I have learned to be more considerate in general, as well as cease the immediate behaviour to protect the relationship.

Not everyone will be accommodating, but you will never know unless you try.

Regsrdless of if the weights are falling or bouncing or being dropped: What about the actual suggestion of communicating with the neighbour? I notice you don’t reply to those in the comments.

I have had either of these two major symptoms most of my life.

1. Unhealthy amount: not being able to stop as long as there is alcohol left, staying out til closing, often getting blackout drunk, emptying the glass before going to bed instead of into the sink. This I’ve had most of my life.

2. Unhealthy frequency: drinking before or during social events, party every weekend, “unwinding” after work, drinking as a fix to something (like making boring tasks fun or improving my mood or to fall asleep or get energized), thinkig about it a lot, unable to resist whenever its available or offered. This slowly turned into a more and more frequent habit, until I was literally drinking at work.

I guess there is also the final sign:

3. Not being able to quit: this includes not even trying. I was never able to quit because I never really wanted to. Not wanting to quit is part of addiction, even when you need to. Once I tried to get in control of my drinking, I always found reason to drink pretty much as much as usual. This is when I finally realised that I was an addict. It’s easy to ignore if you never try to quit, but once you try and fail to quit (several times), it’s pretty obvious.

It’s pretty well established knowledge not to feed random cats, and the more people who know not to, the better.

Do you feel blamed by people informing each other about this? If so, why? I didn’t see anyone assigning blame here besides you.

To some people dating means being in an relationship.

To some people it means being exclusive but not ayet a couple.

To some people it means getting to know each other, to figure out if there is potential for a relationship.

What did you mean, and what does he think it means? Ask him.

Good luck!

Rich, yes.

Not “eat the rich”-rich, but enough so that I would expect some charity work and personal responsibility to make the world slightly better, for example improving the workers conditions and benefits.

She just came come with a weird tiny black dot on her nose. I tried cleaning it off with my thumb and saliva, like any mom would do to their tween in classic stories from my youth. It wasn’t a wound and it didn’t rub off. I’m stumped.

How is your pet doing?

That’s crazy. Maybe that’s why my work computer doesn’t have an option to hibernate… Thanks!

What kind of steroid do I feed my bike to make it beefy enough to work in snow?

Mine just slides around regardless of steering attempts.

How do you restart it wrong? And more importantly - what’s the correct way to do it?

It’s so annoying (and slightly embarrassing, and funny how often it happens), to restart it myself to no avail… then have it work after a second identical restart just because someone else is spectating.