Cartoons from the 80's had a lot of anti-drug/anti-drinking messages, with plots surrounding the consequences. I saw these when I was really, really little, so some of the lessons probably stuck.
Even though I've been drunk, I've never driven. I knew not to way back when I was a kid, because media pounded into our heads not to do that, and I have real life and family examples of what happens if you do.
I've also never smoked anything, or done any drugs because I never really wanted to. Truth be told, the lessons were probably in my subconscious (along with real life examples of what happens) helping me make the right judgement calls.
It obviously didn't work with every Millennial, but it got through to a few of us.
This cartoon even tackled prescription drug abuse, and how it negatively affects people and those around them. It also hit on issues of elderly loneliness, how little lies can lead to big problems, owning up to your responsibilities (wherein Henry Bigg -yeah, the human - leaves a baby he volunteered to babysit with the Littles so he could play touch football with his friends across the street and fire breaks out because of the actions of an unsupervised baby. And also Plot.).
80's cartoons went hard with these messages.
This cartoon from my childhood I'm binge watching, The Little's, had a good idea at the end of one of the episodes that showed the dangers of being drunk, how it effects people and themselves, and drunk driving with an incident that almost killed one of the Littles:
A contract between kids and their parents.
Both parties write up a contract that states that kids will call their parents to come pick them up rather than driving, or getting a ride with someone who could be drunk, or otherwise compromised.
Parents agree to go pick them up; no questions asked. Period.
Not a bad idea, honestly.
If I had kids, I'd probably do this. It gives the kids freedom to go out and have fun with friends, while also giving both a sense of trust that the other will abide by the contract.
Trust from both sides is insanely important.
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Yknow guys. I have my moments but honestly I’m really glad to be alive and get to experience this beautiful world... like the birds outside my window or my beloved beast bella (there is an animal!!! In my house!!! And she LOVES me!!!) and getting to see my best friend and watching tv and movies together and engaging with media and taking long car rides. Life is so beautiful and I’m so glad I never forget it too long. Every little thing that makes you feel joy is a reason to be on this earth, so cherish every last one, because you deserve it. You deserve to feel how beautiful the world can be. Even if it sucks dick sometimes. Sometimes everything sucks and then you see a cardinal out the window competing with another for a female and everything’s okay again. Theres joy in every day, so please go out there and feel it as hard as you can, embrace everything that makes you happy. Live. We deserve it.
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it's 4 AM so you know what that means! Time for me to make a list of all my disabilities so I can clearly lay them out for both myself and the nonbelievers to see! Like a normal person!
Yes, I'm able-passing, and there were days previously where I questioned whether or not I'm actually disabled or if I was just faking/exaggerating it, but no. Not anymore. The sheer length of this list alone is enough, let alone if I had just one or two of the things on here.
I have:
- Chronic Depression
- Chronic Anxiety
- ADHD
- Autism (more than likely, not confirmed)
- Graves Disease / Hyperthyroidism
- Balance issues
- Weakness in knees / elbows
- (Tendency to fall the fuck over because of this combination)
- Aversion to heat above 60º F (15.5º C)
- Need glasses
- Astigmatism / sensitivity to light / Graves eye bulging
- Audio processing disorder
- Fucked memory / focus / CANNOT read numbers quickly idk why
- Breathing issues (I deadass just. Forget to breathe sometimes.)
- Shakiness in hands (thank fuck it's mostly gone away, but not 100%)
- Inconsistent heart rate
- Unsteady grip / "chronic butterfingers" as I've been calling it
- Back pain
- Hip pain
- This one doesn't have a name but I walk on the sides of my feet instead of just stepping down normally because nothing I have ever done in my entire fucking life is normal
- Bad leg that never healed properly
- Trauma
- More trauma
- Holy shit there's so much why is there so much of it and why am I only just realizing how much there is holy fuck
- I know I'm forgetting some but this is all I can remember off the top of my head
But yeah I'm able-passing. :)
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I WAS old enough to remember 9/11 in the US because I was in middle school.
Funny thing is, we went to a Christian High School, and we were in the middle of something called Breakout Week, which was one of those week long morning people rally things about Christianity where they tried to hype people up to do better at things.
So all I can really remember thinking through this whole things was “wow, this is a really detailed and prepared what-if.” Because the dude kept spinning it without any emotional nuance, the same earnest Youth Pastor Voice to a bunch of middle schoolers crammed onto the bleachers of the freezing basketball court.
And then legit my second thought was “Oh no. It’s my sister’s birthday. She brought cupcakes.”
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😭 emails with my dad…
12:22am Dad writes about Mom's anxiety over new house building & how she can't sleep
12:32am I reply about mom's anxiety over new house building & how she feels like he's not valuing her experience with this stuff
(important context: dad=stepdad, mom's high's school sweetheart, they reconnected 21 years ago and have been together since, but they had whole adult lives & marriages pass without each other)
12:42am Dad thanks me for my insight and hopes he didn't wake me.
12:43am I read the email but don't reply so I can pretend I didn't see it.
8:06am I reply that I read email #1 because I was still up but went to sleep immediately after
9:26am Dad says "bummer - don't want to need to worry about both of you not being able to sleep"
11:07am I confess I was awake chatting with friends (I left out Chenford week shenanigans which is *really* why I was up)
11:27am Dad says "perfectly(!) good reason to be up late. Thanks for letting me know. 🙂"
Why are parents sometimes so wonderful?
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