TheEmpireStrikesDak

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Cake day: June 15th, 2023

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  • There’s only so much that can do. I have the silver windscreen things on my windows, foil, white paper. Close the windows and curtains when it starts getting warmer outside than inside. Keep my bedroom door open to encourage air from the cooler part of the house to flow. Maybe it makes a difference, it’s hard to tell. All I know is, even with the door open, the moment I step from the hallway into my room, it goes from mild to hot and stuffy. I’ve tried putting the fan in the doorway facing into my room to help suck the cooler air in, it makes little difference. A spray bottle and fan blowing directly on me is the only way to keep cool. Then in the evening, if we’re lucky, all windows open.

    I have a second floor (3rd floor to the Americans) bedroom facing almost directly south.

    Also I heard, I think it was on a documentary some years ago, it takes about 2 weeks for the body to fully adjust to big changes in temperature, and we rarely get two weeks of consistency, so we can never adapt. I’ll have to go look up if this is true.



  • If you were fleeing war or persecution, would you not prefer to go to a country where you could speak the language and/or had family? Being able to speak the language would also mean you can start working as soon as your claim is processed. Yes, if I was fleeing war, I would want to go to the first safe place. But after safety, the next thing is being able to actually get on with your life and provide for yourself and family.

    For instance I can’t speak Turkish, I find it a very hard language to learn. So if I could choose between settling there and going somewhere like France, Portugal or Spain where I have some proficiency in the languages, I would try to get there, because I’d be able to get into work a lot quicker and become part of a community if my application got approved. And even more so if I knew people there. It’s not a case of being greedy or picky, these people are still humans who need to get on with their lives.


  • But how is any of this the fault of immigrants? My dad wants to kick me out. If I tell the council I’m being made homeless, I will get sent to a hostel in Luton. According to my tory-loving colleague, this is the fault of asylum seekers.

    The actual truth is this is the fault of Thatcher and successive governments selling off council homes. Rich foreign scalpers buy up property and sit on it until it makes them money. There are thousands of empty residential properties gathering dust so they can build up in value for these wealthy scalpers. Flats where £200k can buy you a 25% share of a studio is what’s shown as affordable housing in London. Housing has become a commodity for the rich to trade and profit off, rather than a human need. I’m working class, on a little above minimum wage and soon losing my job again (because of the council, not immigrants. First job I lost was because of Philip Green and his wife being greedy pigs).

    Tell me how immigrants are making my life worse, but the wealthy get a pass. Immigrants are keeping a lot of businesses going (just see the Brexit farm debacle).

    So you can look for the easy scapegoat if you want, or you can actually look at what’s causing these issues. As People vs Elon showed in their poster, they tell you to blame immigrants so you don’t blame billionaires.






  • I’m having the exact same issue. Never taught me any life skills. My mum was told by the GP to get me tested for aspergers (as it was then) when I was 15, and she sat on that for over 10 years. Meanwhile I grew up hating myself for not being able to do things that my peers could. Things got worse when I had to get a job and I didn’t have the social knowledge to pass interviews. My self esteem got worse, my anxiety ruled my life. I would keep attracting men who treated me like dirt and I couldn’t let go because I was so desperate for someone to love and accept me.

    She passed away three months ago and now my dad wants to kick me out and I have no freaking idea how to survive in the adult world. I don’t know how to go about renting or setting up utilities, I struggle with navigation so my fear of getting lost stops me going places. I’m going to have to leave London because I can’t afford a place here. All I get is, when are you moving out? Dad wants to sell the house. It’s not fair to deprive your sisters of their share of the house. No offers of help. No acknowledgement that decades of my mum wrapping me in cotton wool and controlling me has left me dysfunctional.



  • As low as that, eh? I got my first mobile (Nokia 3310) in 2003, and I felt like I was the last of my peers to get one (my classmates had mobiles around 1999, I remember Snake being big during my GCSE years). I expect at that time they were just more common among millennials than the older generations? I’m sure I was the only one in my year group from Year 11 to the end of Year 13 to not have a mobile.