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This thread is just for saying sad things...
I think a lot of people throw plants away before their even dead :(
and even worse at throwing them out once they're dead and rotting :''(
I'm not sure what's sadder.
flowered after she waited a whole year! I would have thrown it already :(
as long as the leaves are looking nice and healthy they're all good.
heartbreaking. I once saew a blanky that had been dropped in a coffee shop, and I started crying thinking about the wee kid that would be missing it :'( My bloomin ovaries.
the kid would miss its blanket, or a toy, or somesuch, but a glove?
The reason single kids' gloves turn up on the pavement is because the kids rip them off and throw them on the floor because they want to play with their fingers.
So I would argue the glove isn't a cause for sadness since its loss will just have meant at worst a kid whingeing about a cold hand and an irritated parent, whereas a lost stuffed bunny on a bus is severe enough to get London's Transport Commissioner on the case.
Follow-up question then: is it still sad if the glove has been placed on a wall or stuck on a railing? I would argue not, because in the first case someone has gone to the trouble of making sure the glove is comfy and in the second they've tried to give it a nice view.
But yeah railing gloves are probably the opposite of sad because they're waving
When I was a kid if I dropped a sweet or something I would drop another one so it wouldn't be by itself
when he move out of my dads we found him in a box on top of his cupboard, hadn't seen him in years. I was like, 'OMG Dan he's been up there waiting for you like in toy story' and he looked all serious and said 'don't fucking say that shit to me'
he's very sensetive
The toy story universe is so bleak, the toy gang may temporarily be saved at the end of each film but eventually they will be discarded like so many others in their world
this is crying out for someone to text them 'how does she smell?'
They get delivered to my place in a month or so, but I've been wracked with guilt ever since cos I'll be taking them away from the herd that they are currently in.
I hope they don't feel lonely and sad.
Can I come and visit please once you get them? I looked into having alpacas a few years ago, as I fancy farming their wool (if you put a strand of their hair under a microscope, the strands are jagged like a sprig of rosemary, which means dust mites cannot hold onto it. Which means natural organic and hypoallergenic fabric for bedding and clothes. Want to go into business? I've actually done a fair bit of research into this, but it went nowhere because I moved my main residence to a city).
Not sure how much business we can do with the fleece of 2 alpacas.
Of course you can come and visit! I get them in May, just after they've been sheared (shorn?) so they'll just look like 2 scrawny wee fuckers!
The person I bought them from has 160! She said that her stud males are worth in excess of £25000 each!
the alpacas will be fine! They will adjust.
by homosexual people and how they've repressed their sexuality to be proper christians and be accepted among their family's church. Also the responses to young people who ask if masturbating will make them go to hell and the answer always seems to be a thinly veiled 'stop doing it or you are a sinner'.
any kind, be it a rodent on a motorway or pet cat on a country lane, it breaks my heart a little every time. cars and their drivers, eh
my boyfriend dodged two separate rabbits yesterday, and a pheasant, i think. made me so happy to have spent the last three years of my life with him.
but being pursued across fields by angry local wildlife set to 1980s computer game graphics
because the friend i was playing couldn't take their go becuase they died
it was another reminder of it 4 days after the event
thanks words with friends
rub it in why don't you
Also - people being lonely
old people being lonely is the ultimate saddest thing
Seeing elderly parents with a kid with Down's Syndrome in their 30s or 40s who presumably still lives at home with them.
I can't help but worry about what's going to happen to them all. Just breaks my heart every time. :( :( :(
although this story helps- my friend gave up work for ten months last year because her 35 year old cousin has DS, and her uncle is dead and the aunt had just been diagnosed with breast cancer. So K chucked her job and cared for them both to give her aunt a better chance of fighting the disease (which I am glad to say, she has.) I know they worry about what will happen in the long term should anything happen to the aunt, but whenever I say this to K, she points out that her cousin wouldn't have made it to 30 had she been born into the previous generation. More and more people with DS are living very rewarding lives into their 60s, really quite integrated into their communities. whereas a generation ago they'd have been shut away at home and would have died in their 20s or 30s. I know it must be devastating for parents who have expected a 'normal' child, but I think if you asked my friend's aunt, she wouldn't want her amazing beautiful kind and funny daughter to be any other way.
there's something so poignant and yet beautiful about the whole thing, if it's not too crude to think of disability this way.
Apparently the life expectency for people with Down's Syndrome has gone from 25 to 60 in just the last 30 years or something. That's extraordinary and better integration in schooling\caring\housing has clearly worked wonders for the new generation (not sure whether the austerity agenda has reversed some of that though). My fears are more based on the challenges the previous generation faced.
On a more light-hearted note, a few years back, we were watching the rubbish Hulk film in the local cinema and some dude with Down's Syndrome was sitting a few seats away. When the twist at the end showed the Hulk wasn't actually dead after all (no way!) he jumped up and ran screaming out the cinema, punching the air and shouting "Hulk lives! I am the Hulk! Hulk lives!" while his carer ran after him. Completely redeemed the film.
My older brother has a learning disability and will always live with my parents - where "always" means "until stuff I don't want to think about happens".
My dad mentioned once that they wanted to make sure that the responsibility wouldn't have to fall to my brother and I (not in a weird suicide pact way, I assume), but it's not a conversation I've ever wanted to have, and have avoided so far. Especially troubling when my vague life goals include moving abroad in future.
This has turned into a cheery afternoon :(
Some similar stuff in my family - though not quite as close to home - which is probably one of the reasons it cuts me up so bad.
like you, it's always really affected me, though I see all the good stuff as well. And I'm always totally overwhelmed by the people - families, carers, teachers, charity workers etc - who are always happy and upbeat and totally at peace with it. They're amazing. I couldn't do it.
My brother in law Jeff was brain damaged as a baby, he wasn't expected to live very long but is now in his late 50s and still going strong. Mental/emotional age of maybe 6 yrs old, he's a great guy, excellent sense of humour, enjoys life. But he also has scoliosis and his spine is fucked, he's in worsening back pain and can't really get around without a wheelchair, his leg muscles have atrophied terrifyingly fast and to all intents & purposes he's now a paraplegic. He lives with his parents who have just turned 90 and obviously won't be around much longer.
My other bro in law lives with them, he's been keeping the show on the road for years as the parents have aged. No kids, never married, gets along OK but has bouts of crippling depression and his mental health has deteriorated recently, to the point where he's making weird & slightly scary decisions about the family. He says that when the parents die he'll take care of Jeff, but we're concerned about how he'll be able to cope. We live hundreds of miles away and can't really offer anything in the way of day to day assistance. Bit of a worry.
And to a slightly lesser extent any type of food. Genuinely breaks my heart a little and ruins my day when someone's ball of ice cream plops off the cone and onto the floor.
Elderly couple, well into their 80s, both in motorized wheelchairs side by side having a discussion on what food shopping to get. She was clearly in a much worse state than him, couldn't lean forward so may be paralyzed or disabled somewhat, and was having to look at him by turning her eyes to the side. He was leaning forward in his chair asking her what she'd like to eat that night.
Remember it so vividly, almost had me in tears.
dead, lying next to each other by a bus stop this morning.
why did you do it?
but it was honestly quite poor and i couldn't find anything nice to say and now i feel like a prick
people saying satan placed dinosaur bones on earth now to test our faith and archaeologists are going to hell.
one of the blue tits from the nest in the garden swooped out and crashed into the glass door in front me. got up to see if i could do anything, but just watched it as it made one last motion like it was taking a deep breath and then it was still. its family probably watched the whole thing from the bush
my pet rat waited until i got home from rugby, he'd escaped from the cage and ran up to see me as soon as i got in, climbed up into my hands & then breathed his last breaths.
rip beanie, you were the best.
walking slowly in a shop with her head down and she was muttering to herself "just keep walking, don't let anyone see you cry"
in the meat industry
still thinking about that.
4-month old puppy that we found half-starved at the local temple 5 weeks ago & brought home. Lovely, eccentric little thing who charmed us immediately. Sadly it turned out she had a congenital heart condition, ended up getting a blood infection from a tick which turned into pneumonia, & her heart was too weak to fight it. Heartbroken. I've lost dogs before but they've been old & so I was expecting it, but to lose a young one like this is terrible.
hang in there
Doing my best.
out the back where all the heavy lifting & stacking took place. It was a pretty feral workplace - most of the guys were assholes and everyone was (or wanted to be) super fucking macho. Then there was this little guy, a Greek bloke whose name I can't remember, who was universally despised & picked on. He responded to this treatment by trying harder to buddy up to everyone, which made it all the more crushing to see him get slapped down & told to fuck off a hundred times a day, be the butt of cruel practical jokes etc. I used to marvel at how he would take the punishment and still come up smiling.
Then one morning I arrived late, went into the change rooms and at first thought I was alone but then heard a voice coming from one of the toilet cubicles. It was the little guy, crying and giving himself a pep talk before going out to face another day. "Come on, just be a man [sniff]. You can take these guys. You can take this place. You're *strong*. You can *do* it [sniff]" etc. Fucking kills me to remember it.
is that his elder brother worked there too, he was older & taller & tougher & better looking, and he cheerfully joined in the persecution.