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[Helgoland]

...Who makes scrambled eggs with milk?!

Seriously. Is that a thing? I've never heard of that.

Basic recipe:
Take n eggs, put them into a bowl. Take a half of an eggshell, fill with milk, pour in, repeat n times. Add spices, vegetables, cheese, or whatever you like, put into pre-heated frying pan and scramble away.

If you don't scramble and keep the heat fairly low, you get omelette, but scrambling's easier and faster.

[Graknorke]

I only know of one person who adds milk to scrambled egg. It's a pretty weird thing to do.

[Helgoland]

In Germany it's the usual way of making scrambled eggs - they're called 'Rόhrei' ('stirr-egg') here.

[penguinofhonor]

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[technicallyAdventurer]

I finished the main storyline of Fantasy Life. D :

[Furtuka]

If I add anything at all to scrambled egg it tends to be fish sauce.

[ggamer]

melancholy

Got to sleep for around 12-13 hours today, which is nice
but I missed church, which I really didn't want to do
this schedule is ballsack

If I add anything at all to scrambled egg it tends to be fish sauce.

Cheese and picante sauce braj, it's the only true solution

E: Oh, i almost forgot, this girl I've been crushing on for a while is way into my best friend, and it would honestly be best for both of them if they started dating (they both have come off of really shitty relationships (which I warned them about but noooooobody listens to ggamer) and they could use a normal relationship). I guess that means it's a good thing I didn't make a move on her when we hung out a while ago, that could have led to an awkward situation.

Honestly, I don't know why I thought she would be into me, which is weird and kinda mopey to say, but what I mean is that we've been good friends for forever. If i'm being truthful with myself, I don't think I was really all that into her anyway. I think I just wanted to find somebody else after the trainwreck that my last relationship was.

guuuuuuh

[McDonald]

I have a fever and feel like I'm going to pass out any moment but I have to go to school tomorrow because I missed too much school this year urrgh

[Spehss _]

Stressing about college. Stressing about life. Where am I going. What am I doing. Why am I not happy. What is my life.

No idea what to do. Probably have two options, keep going to college -which I hate and the thought of continuing is painful- or get a job without a college degree -which I also hate and find painful and additionally it has the stigma that all jobs without a college degree are awful and pay minimum wage and wah wah wah.

Hate to say it, but killing myself reeeeeally seems like the best option. Don't have to worry about anything, don't have to continue being constantly unhappy and stressed, don't have to put up with shit at college or getting a shitty job or anything. But then I'd be a failure who couldn't handle life and ooooh I'd be hurting my friends and family and oooooh think of the people you'd hurt ooooh you can't do that shit can you you'd be so selfish doing that.

Man I am just stuck in a rut.

[Arx]

I really doubt suicide is a good way out. Are you seeing a therapist? It seems like it could be helpful.

[Cryxis, Prince of Doom]

I wonder if I'll regret what I do in the best five years

[Orange Wizard]

There's a crapload of jobs that don't require degrees and pay at least enough to survive on. Trades, mainly. Plumbing, electricianing... why the hell does spellcheck think that's a word?

...

Anyway, this is spoilered because it's a really long rant and makes me sound like and insufferable whiner. I'm also a lot more vulgar than usual. I actually don't want anyone to read it, but maybe posting will make me feel better so it's worth a shot.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Aaaand I'm suffering from stress-induced illness for the second time this month. All I've been doing is procrastinating.
For whatever shitty reason, I am incapable of getting off my arse and doing assignments or study or whatever. It's biting back, hard. I've missed two assignments so far, handed one in barely even started, and have another due tomorrow but I can't work on it. Why? I just can't. No sodding clue. It's utterly ridiculous.
I feel like crap all the time because I'm pissed off at myself for being so horrendously inept. I fail time and time again despite repeated attempts to overcome this bullshit which makes me feel even crappier because I can't stand failing. But I can't turn that around and get anything done.
Stress. Fucking stress. For the longest time I wouldn't feel stress. Right up through childhood to highschool, I didn't get stressed partially because it was incredibly easy for me and partially because of a particularly beautiful symptom of autism - I don't feel most emotions. To the point where I have always assumed the term "feelings" was metaphorical. I only ever use the term out of habit. Happiness, anger, fear, and sadness are the most obvious to me, because I am at least aware of their (incredibly blunted) effects on my psyche. But the feeling of happiness? Hell if I know what that's like. Sure, the chemistry is there, but I barely realise what's going on.
Now, stress is one of those more abstract feelings. As far as I know. And I feel it. It's bloody terrifying. Is it because I'm shitting thousands of dollars worth of studies all over the floor? Maybe. Is it because I'm acutely aware that I only made it this far through my education on natural talent and I have none of the skills necessary to survive any further? Maybe. Is it because I practically piss myself at the thought of letting anyone find out? I told my parents I was incredibly stressed and they stared at me in disbelief. I hated having to tell them that. I guess they just assumed I was studying or whatever when I got such high marks on tests and so on, and they're still convinced that I actually am doing work and that it should be easy for me to do that work and that I'm blowing the whole thing out of proportion.
I still hate the thought of telling anyone. I have a mask. To everyone else, the mask is me. Or I want it to be. After an hour of telling my therapist about how I hate myself and have seriously considered the practical benefits of offing myself because the only thing I seem to be capable of is royally fucking myself over, I was sitting there like some kind of gorram psychopath. "No-one would ever guess by looking at you," she said. "You have a very calm exterior."
Holy shit. Brain's broken. RIP.
Now everything is really, really getting to me. Sleep patterns have gone to shit. I'm lying in bed supposed to be asleep and I'm thinking about stuff I'm uncomfortable admitting to myself. I'm acting irrationally. Which is the exact opposite of who I usually am. Precise. Analytical. Nope, fuckit, let's swerve into the oncoming lane because irrationality! Yay!
Now I'm ranting here because of some reason. I'm surprised I haven't gone and deleted all this because I'm embarrassed to post it. I don't want to admit to being such a colossal screwup. Mask is slipping. And that seems to worry me more than the actual screwups.
None of this would be a problem if I could, y'know, do stuff. But that doesn't work, because fuck me.

[Spehss _]

There's a crapload of jobs that don't require degrees and pay at least enough to survive on. Trades, mainly. Plumbing, electricianing... why the hell does spellcheck think that's a word?

I really don't like the thought of living from paycheck to paycheck. I mean, yeah, it's an option. But I don't like it. Of course, I don't like any options, it seems like.

In other sad news I may have had an emotional breakdown shortly after trying to drive through a one lane road and getting cut off by some blonde sorority bitch trying to go the other way and refusing to back up and let me pass despite her being in the straightest part of the road and me having another car behind me and being stuck in the curve of the road. I backed up, proving myself to be the beta male, and made multiple idiotic mistakes such as backing onto the curb and backing into a road cone, with blonde bitch following with her bumper inches from mine and refusing to give me the slightest space to correct myself.

After finally getting to my destination of a parking garage at my college I parked as far away from everyone as possible before screaming myself hoarse and wishing every last horrible death on the stupid blonde cunt whom I don't even know, before crying myself out of feeling like crying.

I may have more repressed emotions than I thought I did.

[Worldmaster27]

Well, hey, at least you vented some of them?

Have some internet hugs.

* Worldmaster27 hugs

I hope things work out for you.

[i2amroy]

There's a crapload of jobs that don't require degrees and pay at least enough to survive on. Trades, mainly. Plumbing, electricianing... why the hell does spellcheck think that's a word?

I really don't like the thought of living from paycheck to paycheck. I mean, yeah, it's an option. But I don't like it. Of course, I don't like any options, it seems like.

Just a note here, but plumbers make quite a bit of money. The average salary is about $53,000 which, while not quite as high as a computer programmer (and still tons lower than a doctor or lawyer), is higher than quite a few things such as teachers. Master plumbers (over 5-7 years of experience) can often pull in over $100,000 a year. After all, since nobody wants to deal with (literal) shit, those few who are willing to do so are often paid rather well by the rest of us that don't want to.