My wife always wonders why I don't care about certain things around the house. I always tell her I know for an absolute fact that when I'm on my deathbed I will never wish I spent more time worrying about how green my grass is.
22 karma · joined April 12, 2021
I don't know if it's in their culture to touch a bunch but after awhile we were /always/ smacking each other on the back and leaning on each other or whatever other friendly male touching you could think of. It was seriously awesome therapy for the soul and despite how shitty the job was and how bad I wanted to get out of there for my 1.5 years there I always felt 'wholesome' in a sense that died pretty quick after entering corporate world.
I still miss that shitty fucking job.