I have a complicated relationship with my dad, but that has more to do with our personalities clashing and his wife not really being a fan of mine. If I needed something from him like I had an emergency or was hurt in prison, etc., he would be there for me.

My mom and I have a really good relationship. We’re very close and have been since I was a kid. I could tell her anything and come to her with any problems and she would try to be there for me.

My parents were quite liberal with raising me I can call both of them by their first name, talk to them quite casually, etc. I I call my dad “dad” and his first name interchangeably.

A maid. I really don’t like cleaning. I’m not very good at it. I miss a lot of things. I don’t have the attention span, etc. I do it because I have to. I don’t want to live in swallow but gosh, it would be nice to have somebody cleaning my house for me even if it’s just once a month.

When I was a teenager, I got my nose pierced. I loved that piercing so much. I thought it looked adorable and I was so happy with it. However, my body rejected it, and started growing this lump behind the piercing, and then eventually started growing over it so I had to take out the piercing.

So then I got my eyebrow pierced, wasn’t as cute as the nose, but it was fun at the same thing happened. This bump started growing under the skin of my eyebrow, and then eventually almost looks like a zit coming from my eye eyebrow. I took out the piercing and it went away.

In both instances, I regretted having a piercings. It was the right idea to take them out because clearly my body couldn’t take it. I think I still would’ve like the nose piercing. I probably would’ve taken out the eyebrow, but I liked the nose.

Basically, this is the same for me as well. I like Lemmy but there’s just not enough content yet and that’s OK but until then I’m gonna naturally gravitate to other social media until more stuff is able to transition over. Half of the post seems to be reddit reposts.

I was raised in an atheist/agnostic household. nobody ever came out and said we were atheist or agnostic, but no one went to religious services Weekly or on holidays. There was never talk of prayer or worship or god.

Both my parents came from different religious backgrounds. One parent is Jewish. The other is Christian, though I would argue that their parents were atheist/agnostic as well.

We celebrated the holidays that involved presents so Christmas, Hanukkah and Easter. I didn’t really learn any of their religious symbolism behind these holidays until I was much older and it wasn’t through my parents. Part of it was cultural, osmosis, and part of it was curiosity about these religions when I figured out what they were.

We lived in a pretty big Jewish community or so it wasn’t uncommon to get invited over for Passover dinner at someone’s house.

I went to Synagogue with Jewish friends and church with Christian friends. My friend’s mother holiday taught classes at their synagogue so I do remember going and learning about Judaism and the holidays there but I didn’t last very long. I didn’t really enjoy it, I remember not wanting to go back in after our little recess/break and watching fiddler on the roof.

When I was curious about Christianity and wanted to know why my friends went to Sunday school or church on the weekends, my mother took me to a Unitarian church. We didn’t attend for very long and I don’t remember being particularly interested or involved in any of the activities they were doing for the kids.

Now I would say, I am firmly an atheist.

OK, so clearly you’re seeing into my mind with the Monstera plant. That’s not fair and please help me save it.