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  • Cool! Check this out…

    The following is a list of the first two rivers by outflow and the Mississippi in acre-foot:

    River Outflow (ac-ft/s)
    Amazon 181.6
    Ganges–Brahmaputra–Meghna 35.6
    Mississippi 17.3

    Crazy that the top is over 5 times more than the next one 😮. The largest outflow in North America and the one I’ve seen in person is the Mississippi, which is only 9.5% the outflow of the Amazon. The Amazon is over 10 times more than the Mississippi, which I thought was humongous in person 😮.

    On to sewers, which is what one of the uses for the acre-foot according to your quote. The following is a list wastewater generated by location:

    Location Generation (ac-ft/s)
    Asia 5,073.6
    NA & Europe 2,124.6
    All 3 Continents 7,198.2

    So the outflow of the Mississippi alone is greater than twice the wastewater of Asia, North America, and Europe combined 😮!

    My math may need to be checked 😬





  • One thing I had to learn was that if I asked someone out and they said no or didn’t reciprocate wasn’t a loss or rejection.

    Not only that, but you dodged a bullet. I thank women when they respectfully reject me. It’s awesome.

    Also, think about all the times you were turned down. Does any of that matter now?? Nope. No one involved cares at all if they even remember. I think something that might help with this is for OP to place themselves in a position where they reject others. They could experience the other side and see that it’s not a bad thing. It’s just that they think it’s not for them and nothing else. And even in the rare chance that the rejection is seen as something else by the rejecting person, then even better because that’s not just dodging a bullet but dodging an artillery shell.


  • This is me. I’ve never said, “This is too much garlic.”

    Fun fact: I tend to get obsessed with eating the same thing for months. One of those obsessions was kettle-cooked salt & vinegar chips. I’m talking about a large bag before bed every 2 days. I did this for about 3-6 months. During that period, I had a regular primary care check up with routine blood work. My cholesterol came back terrible. My HDL was too low and LDL was too high. It was so bad that the doctor told me that they were putting me on Lipitor eventho I was in 37/38 years old and otherwise athletic shape.

    I argued with the doc explaining that I could fix it on my own with diet. We negotiated and the compromise was that I had 3 months to fix it. In 3 months, we would run blood work again. If it was still high, Lipitor time. I cut off all chips and started eating raw garlic however I could with meals. I would mostly use a garlic press and marinate it in olive oil. Then, I would drip a lot of this on rice, beans, pasta, pizza… anything that would go good with raw garlic. When we ran the blood work again, I was in the clear with completely healthy cholesterol levels, both HDL and LDL.

    I don’t know if the garlic had anything to do with it, or if it was merely just abstaining from the chips, but something worked. If you’re dealing with cholesterol issues and don’t want to be on meds, maybe consider eating raw garlic. It might help, and even if it doesn’t, it’s delicious 🤤




  • I’ll do a counter one: an event that I thought I handled maturely for most of my adult life, but came to realize recently that I really handled it immaturely. Warning: venting of implied child abuse.

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    I was orphaned at ~3 years old. I hadn’t met my biological father yet because he was stuck in Cuba due to tensions between the Soviet bloc and USA. On my actual 9th birthday, I finally met him because he was granted permission to leave Cuba shortly after the dissolution of the USSR. That day, my family threw a huge party. During the party, my biological father mostly engaged with other adults. There weren’t many other kids present, so I mostly just hung out along or bounced around adults. Towards the middle of the party, he pulled me aside and said, “I know that today is your birthday, but all these people are here for me, so I have to attend to them. We can talk tomorrow since I won’t be busy.”

    As a child, I didn’t really think that was a complete asshole thing to do and say. Rather, I just went along with it. As I aged, I started thinking more about it, and thought that he was a bit self-centered, but possibly overwhelmed with everything going on. He just left Cuba for the USA and reconnected with family he hadn’t seen in a decade, including his parents and brother. I prided myself in not taking it personal and allowing him to slowly take in his major transition. More recently, I think I handled it poorly by not speaking up to him for myself.

    The guy turned out be a raging narcissist that found pleasure in manipulating and belittling others. Other people have told me they thought he was actually a psychopath, which I can’t rule out. It caused him joy to see others beneath him and take advantage of their goodwill. He purposely went out of his way to stunt my personal growth because he did not want me to be “better” than him in his delusional schema.

    I think that to have handled it maturely would have been for me to publicly share what he told me in private to everyone and stated how fucked up it was that not only was he neglecting his one son, but playing mind games to devalue him. This would have demonstrated solid boundaries on my behalf and informed other adults of his character. The upcoming years were inline with this pattern of placing himself on a pedestal while devaluing me in private so others wouldn’t notice.

    I’m happy he is dead now because I feel free be me and relieved that he isn’t able to hurt others anymore. Last year, I wrote him a letter he couldn’t receive because he was dead, but it was an acknowledgement of his abuse, a dismissal of him from my life, a declaration that his legacy will be of his abusive behaviors towards everyone in his life and that I will never say his name again so that it is forgotten. Any memory of him will die with me like he deserves.

    Anyway, if you got to here, thanks for reading and I hope it didn’t cause you any distress. If you find yourself in a relationship with a parent like my biological father, then know that not only in my experience, but also among scientific and professional reports, they never get better. That is who they are, so it is up to you to protect yourself and live your life to the fullest because otherwise, these parasites will not allow you to grow.


  • While I agree with this, I’m a bit hesitant of the implementation. I have received mental health (MH) care from the Veterans Affairs (VA) and private providers. Private providers are in another level of care to the point that I pay out of pocket rather than go to the VA where they basically treat me like a problem to their life, liar seeking disability and drugs, and child that needs babysitting. They can be some gaslighting jerks. If we get universal health care including mental health, I would hope that it would follow something like Medicare that pays for private providers of our choosing rather than setting up a government agency that provides it directly.

    For example, I received VA MH care for about 7 years. They declined to give me an ADHD assessment when I told them I have considerable attention issues. The psychiatrist literally looked away from his computer, looked at me, and said, “I’m not going to give you stimulants.” I was then diagnosed with bipolar 2 and placed on antipsychotics for 5 years until I insisted against medical advice to come off of them. I also sought care for traumatic events, which they told me weren’t traumatic. A friend that is a psychologist then told me that I was autistic. I asked the VA for an autism assessment. The VA psychologist already agreed I was likely autistic, but told me that her supervisor declined to allow an autism assessment, “Since [I] was in the military, [I] can’t be autistic.” After telling friends this and listening to their advice, I sought private care. They assessed me thoroughly and diagnosed me with autism and ADHD. I was then referred to a psychiatrist and prescribed ADHD meds. My life hasn’t been this put together ever. I honestly think VA MH made my life worse, resulted in poor relationships, hampered my career, and caused some deep trust issues.