It was like this in the Bay Area when I lived there, like in Alameda county at least. People exited at the rear doors and gave a thank you to the driver. Became a habit for me. I moved to Norway a few years ago and absent-mindedly said “Takk!” as I exited and I was quickly educated that, we don’t do that here.
You did your best. Your best was just not good enough.
Be so for real right now, that wasn’t your best. You just tell yourself that so you can feel better. But you didn’t try, not as hard as you should or could have.
I’m pretty mean in here.
I get that and I often do. But even doing that sometimes it’s not super clear what we need to do, seems like it will be easy and then is not, or it’s a spontaneous weekend getaway so we just show up like dum-dums.
I wish it were more obvious what the system is, or at least that every metro system ran similarly. The only thing about international travel that stresses me the fuck out is figuring out what app I need to make my way through town, or if I need a paper ticket, etc. Not even language barriers give me as much stress as landing and having to spend 30 min figuring out the best method for transits when I’m tired and just want to relax.
Deer are just giant, deadly vermin.
The Henrik Ibsen statue near my home, and also just about all street-facing buildings built before like 1960. People stop to take pictures but I’m just like, people live there. It’s a pretty row of houses, but have some respect. See also, Bryggen.
In my experience, the Norwegian public health scheme has its share of drawbacks. But they have never been shy to order an MRI. I’ve lived here 5 years now and I’ve had 4… one of them just as a “might as well, it’s been a year since surgery” status update. And they all cost me about $25 each.
Maybe he’s your real dad.
I learned so much against my will by having to visually scan for the keyword(s).
Hank Schrader - Breaking Bad. It started out from Ep 1 like “oh, this fucking guy 😒”. By the end of the road I was actually rooting for him. His arc was incredible.
I’ve lived in Norway for 5 years now. The only people I see asking for money are well known to locals, and I suspect that the majority of them weren’t born here either and have been forced to do this by someone else, who is perhaps holding their passports? Idk, it’s almost all women or disabled men that… don’t look Norwegian, and they all hive signs with Vipps numbers (cashapp/venmo for those not familiar). There is also one Norwegian guy in town who is always hustling people and tourists with the same story about how he just needs money for the train ride to Voss, so he can go to rehab there. I came here from San Francisco so it was a huge culture shock to see so few down on their luck, and even then, largely keeping out of your face. I don’t feel threatened, I just feel badly for them.
You should come to Norway and try Grandiosa!
The single thing I miss about Reddit is r/knitting. It was the only consistently kind and supportive niche sub I ever frequented. I learned a lot from them and even when someone posted something kind of ugly or not right, everyone was like, “keep it up! You’ll be doing sweaters in no time!” Sometimes people were snobs about yarn but usually for just themselves… not knocking on another user not opting to buy expensive hand spun/hand dyed yarns especially when it’s clear they were beginners. Ah I miss it honestly.
If I walked 3km in any direction I would pass probably 8-10 grocery stores on the way. But I live in the middle of a small European city. I walk probably 300meters to the nearest one though.
Ex patriot is a whitewashing term for immigrant. Because immigrants has a negative connotation so whites had to make up another term so they could differentiate themselves.
Hard to reconcile “family friendly” when you’ve got a song called “Fuck Her Gently” but ok
He didn’t have to curse in his raps to sell records.
How grown adults can stand around, mouth agape, in apparent wonder that they’ve been transported to the next floor up just escapes me. It’s a conveyer belt behind you, Gladys, fucking MOVE!!! Just one or two steps to the side even if you still need to wrap your head around what just happened to you.
“It is what it is.”
If you don’t have anything valuable to add, say nothing. Like, silence is okay.