Remember Valentine’s day 2004, when San Francisco county started issuing marriage licenses to same-sex couples?
Thousands of couples showed up. Some from the other side of the planet, some from the other side of town. The County Clerk was overwhelmed and there weren’t nearly enough wedding officiants to keep up. So they put out a call for volunteers to be deputized by the Clerk as county marriage commissioners. I volunteered and officiated at dozens of ceremonies at city hall.
Still have my official commission hanging on my wall.
Okay, that is awesome.
I let a homeless guy know he dropped a nickel.
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That’s awesome - well done! Reminded me of something else, story below.
For anyone that watched MythBusters, you’re probably aware the two main hosts, Adam and Jaimie, didn’t like each other because they were two different clashing personalities and tough to work with. There was a pirate myths episode, and Adam went all out dressing as a pirate and using a very heavy faux-pirate accent. Jaimie was laughing so hard during that scene that his whole head was red! One of the most endearing moments of the show, and something I treasure because this show was so influential for me growing up.
Props to anyone like @[email protected] that makes the normally serious person laugh!
Come on, you can’t tell us that and not share the joke!
I’m convinced that the joke has to be so specific to that person’s sense of humor that it would not be funny to us.
Sometimes it’s better not to know.
I think doing this is a life achievement. I used to work at a grocery store and was being trained by an ex military woman who was hard as nails and really no nonsense. At one point she was explaining to me the concept of First in First Out (FIFO stocking of product, meaning the oldest product stays at the front of the shelf to be purchased first).
When she asked me “have you heard of FIFO?” I replied “Yeah, first in, last out… Oh, wait, that’s the Marine Corps”. Got an actual laugh out of her. I’ll never forget it.
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amen (haha) to that brother
Brushing my teeth. I’ve been through progressive hard depression from an early age. Yeah. It’s not much
Small improvements are still improvements, my friend - good on ya!
I’m trying to build a flossing habit, myself
I’m right here with ya. Even bought some of those fancy plastic flosser things.
Any self improvement, as small as it may seam, creates a momentum to change other things.
Celebrate that change and use it to make other positive changes.
You’re wrong friend.
Even for people that are not depressed, brushing their teeth is almost a chore.
You brushing your teeth, not only shows great resilience, but also improvement
Going to talk therapy. Getting married and having kids really pushed me and helps me keep going on the hardest days. I cannot have mental illness affect their lives like it did mine growing up.
You sound like a good person. Hang in there.
You are too kind, thank you. One day at a time
Just cleaned up my whole apartment. I don’t think I’ve ever lived anywhere where the whole place is this clean. I normally deep clean one area then stop and by the time i clean the next area the first ones dirty again. Everything is sorted nicely, got stuff hung up that I’ve been putting off, vacuumed in every corner, the whole works. I’m exhausted but super proud
Clean begets clean I find. It’s so much easier to tidy up than have to do a big cleaning. You’ve already done the hard part.
I’m proud of you too
I’m 20. I haven’t made it big but I’ve moved into a place with my best friend, have paid off my car without help from my dad, have a steady job making good money, can work on my own car, and have friends that make good company. I’d say I’m proud from getting all of this in the 2 years since high school
I’m 20 and I did none of those. I’m a loser. I’m dropping out of college most probably
From one dropout to another, good luck. Things worked out okay for me. May e they will for you too.
I love buying tools to work on my car. It’s a great skill to have and work on.
I just love driving. :)
I have three kids. I was present for the birth of the youngest two. But I adopted my oldest. She was 12 so she had to tell the judge she was OK with it. I told her it came with two conditions: Nothing between us needed to change and she didn’t have to call me “Dad”. She calls me by first name to my face but she calls me “dad” behind my back. I’ll take it.
It just so happens I’m proud of something I did two hours ago as I write this sentence. A friend of mine said they needed a constant companion for the time being, and another friend said they needed a certain demographic to be friends with, and after realizing the first friend fell under that demographic, I thought “wait, do these two people know each other”. Three hours ago as I write this sentence, I introduced them, and they really hit it off. I just made three people very happy.
I quit smoking. Had too many downsides to be justifiable.
Hell yeah! Proud of you, internet stranger. Quitting, I hear, is one of the most difficult things.
¡I second this completely! Smoking is so hard to get over and you should be unbelievably proud of yourself for being so strong in doing the right thing for yourself ❤️
They made a rule against using bird houses in a demolition contest because of me. It’s not my fault they asked for the most effective way of getting through a steel plate instead of the most precise.
I would love more details.
So there I was with something of an informal competition in front of me to make the “best” shaped charge to blow throw about a two inch steel plate. It was really just something like practicing skills and maybe showing off creativity.
Most people took “best” to mean most efficient, precise, or cleanly shaped hole in the metal. I took a different meaning. A Mongo minded meaning.
People showed up with their creations and proceeded to pack them with explosives. Most were C4 filled and under half a pound, many of them much less. Shaped charges made of coins, wine bottles, whatever else.
I brought a bird house similar to:
Removed the copper roof, put it in a 5 gallon bucket and proceeded to fill the bucket with as much C4 as it could hold. I don’t know how much. It was a lot. More explode means more good.
My charge had to go last for fear of disrupting everything else. I put a dachshund sized hole in the steel plate along with a massive crack. Penetrated the dirt a few feet down. Somebody even recovered the copper penetrator and turned it into a keychain.
After that they put a size limit on how much explosives you could use. Really not my fault there wasn’t a limit in the first place.
Please tell us more…
Surviving
The indomitability of the human spirit. Good for you!
In 2007, I, a non-white non-Korean, took a job in South Korea. Then, I took another. Then, at the third job, I was hired, but the owner’s brother was amenable to some of the more racist thoughts that guided the approach to business in SK. He thought I would hurt the business. He resisted hiring another non-white, non-Korean.
The owner asked me to write a letter. Instead of saying, “that’s not my job”, I wrote the letter. I made the case. They hired another non-white, non-Korean after me.
I’m still pretty proud of that letter.
When I was still in a band we played the same venue that I saw one of my favorite bands play at once. That was really cool, even though it was on a Monday and we just played to other bands.
Being part of a team that helped a child learn to communicate in their own way. They went from dangerous head banging behaviors, having to work in a padded room to sitting at a desk with nearly no SIB. Not all wine and roses but damn it’s night and day over the last 2 years.
I’m sure that takes a lot of patience and understanding, that’s super cool of you.
