35, asexual, stumbling through life. Academic presentations are tagged as "#academic fun". Fuck it I guess I'll put this here: I don't have a shop because that required having enough brain to manage one, but anything tagged with "the bin of holding" is available if you DM me about the cost (serious about the DM part, I'm not chasing you down or putting my personal information in the notes or an ask)
The older I get the more I admire people who are earnestly, genuinely into whatever their thing is. I know it sounds like an annoying cliche but unless you're being cruel or hurtful there is really no need to be normal about things. The dude with the bad fake accent at the renaissance faire is having the time of his life. The people having photoshoots with their fashion dolls are loving it. The old lady with a yard unreasonably full of tacky ass lawn ornaments is having a blast, HOA be damned.
Don't waste your time being too cool to have fun, y'know?
My boyfriend prefers his mattresses firm, and I need a soft mattress. He prefers his food temperate while I like my food hot and spicy. This is another good reason to not have a kid, because even if the kid averages out and prefers everything in the middle, there's the risk of some blonde bitch breaking into our house to rummage through our stuff.