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  • Being alone.

    Everyone’s talking about a loneliness epidemic and I’m here wishing I had fewer people around me.

    Most of them I love, for sure, but the freedom and relaxation of not having anyone around is addicting and I haven’t had a good hit since 2020

    • Not to brag, but god I love waking up to a clean, quiet, empty house with my dogs every day. I don't understand why people want a spouse or kids.

      • There was a solid 18 months where I woke up to a kitty cuddled in my arms and no alarm, no kids, no SO. Just work at some time in a few hours and a purring kitty.

        I miss it. Even though I could see my breath in my own bedroom.

      • Me, neither. The peace and quiet is worth more than anything.

    • You trade me some of your friends and I'll give you some of my alone time, dealio?

  • The ability to snap my fingers. I can barely make a sound when doing it.

    • Make an OK symbol with your middle finger

      Move every finger except your index finger to your palm as close to your wrist as possible (in a comfortable manner)

      Adjust your thumb so it is on the edge of your middle finger closer to your pinkie (this is to cause more friction between your middle finger and thumb)

      Press down with your middle finger and then move your thumb, as quickly as possible, to around where your index finger is

      If it works, it'll cause some burning on your finger and a loud noise, you can massage your palm where the middle finger hits if it's still muffled, it's likely stiff.

      • I definitely misread this and thought you said to put my index on my palm, so I was doing it that way, resting my thumb in my index finger. Definitely not as good as the actual method. Absolutely needs practice, though. Thanks for the help.

    • Which finger do you use other than your thumb? I use my rong finger, but I've seen others that use the middle. I'm sure some wierdo is out there mastering the pointer thumb technique

  • A half-decent singing voice.

    To illustrate how bad my singing is: our school did a musical every year. One year it was Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. The music department set up auditions. First they did a speaking audition, after which I was short-listed for Joseph. Then they did the singing audition. I ended up being 'one of the brothers, the one who doesn't really sing anything'.

    I don't even want to be an awesome singer, just be able to carry a tune recognisably.

  • Smooth joints, by the time I was 14 I already had clicky joints and now if I stand or sit in the wrong way I need to click them back in

    • My ankles, wrists, fingers and hips pop so loud the secret police would hear it from down the road and bust me in the attic

  • Being an actual person where everything I do isn't too fancy, wannabe grown, picky, spoiled, or out of my league. I want to wear fun clothes and makeup without everyone gawking at it for trying too hard to look like a real person, or everyone angry that it has nice things it doesn't deserve. And probably the ability to enjoy music since I lost that after every single genre I enjoyed was either below society or trying too hard to be More Than.

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