Jenni Joy
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Pandas, What Is Your Dream Job And Why Do You Want To Have It?
I have my dream job...Vocational Counselor for Veteran's, I help them find their "dream job" or just to get back out into the working world. Best and most rewarding job I've ever had, nothing beats one of my Veteran's calling me and telling me "I got the job! Holy crap...I GOT THE JOB!!!" Love what I do!Show All 3 Upvotes
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Unexplained-Glitches-Matrix
Let me preface this by saying there has always been creepy shit happening around me and I have several stories of my Dad's old house which myself and my siblings all agree is haunted as fuck. I also had my dead best friend visit me twice which was nice. So this evening, my partner (42 M) and I (30 F) were upstairs sorting laundry, when his daughter (17) called us downstairs as dinner was ready. I was heading down the stairs, my partner right behind me, literally two steps behind me. He did his usual thing of tickling the back of my neck as we walked. The bottom of our stairs is wooden so you can hear when somebody steps onto it from the carpeted stairs. When we got to the bottom, my feet hit the floor as usual. I turned to ask him something and he wasn't there. He wasn't fucking there. I totally froze for a second and looked up the stairs and there he was. On the top step, pale and shaking. Asked him what the fuck just happened and he kept saying "I don't know, I don't know, I was behind you and before I hit the bottom, the next step took me back upstairs!" We are very freaked out. Didn't say shit to our girl as she is already leery of this stuff although he and I are somewhat used to it. I am trying to get the courage to leave my laptop recording audio overnight because there definitely is SOMETHING weird happening. EDITED TO ADD I was JUST talking to my partner about the jump while we were cleaning our bedroom and the second he made a joke about "Spooks A-Poppin'" our bedroom door and bathroom door just slammed shut one after the other. I'm chalking it up to our bedroom window being open a crack...I don't want to think of alternatives. FURTHER UPDATE To the people messaging me saying my relationship is "yikes" and to join certain subs (Female Dating Strategy) I appreciate the concern. To the other eejit who messaged calling my partner a sexual deviant, kindly relax and focus in your own relationship, if you have one. We are together 11years. I'm second Mom to the kids. Not every relationship with an age gap is abusive. Not every relationship with an age gap is coercive. I love him and the kids more than anything, and I would DO anything for my family. So please, I appreciate the concern, but don't assume he is abusive or that I was "groomed" as one lovely person messaged. And finally, to the person who asked me why I would want to be "fake Mom" to his kids- I'm sorry that's how you view my life from this one small snippet I posted and I hope you are content in your own life.
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My mom and I were on the highway driving home, and there was a semi truck in the lane next to us. Suddenly the semi swerved in to our lane. Luckily my mom was able to get out of the way before it hit us, but soon after I began feeling strangely. The entire right side of my face felt hot and sticky, I tasted blood, and smelled the very pungent scent of gasoline. Then my head and right arm started to ache really badly, and I couldn’t feel my legs. Just as soon as the pain started to worsen, it went away, replaced with a cold eerie chill. I told my mom about this and she couldn’t come up with an explanation. I think I was feeling the pain in another timeline where my mom wasn’t able to avoid that semi.
Unexplained-Glitches-Matrix
So this actually happened last week... It just took me some time to come to terms with it... I got a phone call from my next door neighbour late in the evening asking if I can help him move a mattress into his upstairs. His mom is ill and has a big heavy sleep number bed. I of course ran over to help because they're great neighbours. I get over there and his friend, who is also a priest, was there to help. I helped them figure out how to separate the mattress from the bed so we could fit it up stairs. We get it all moved up and back in place when my neighbour asks if I can help them move an armoire upstairs too. I think nothing of it and we pull it out of his travel trailer and start bringing it up the front stairs of his house. This is where I died. The front stairs are 11 steps. I was on the lower end of the armoire about 6 steps up when my neighbour and his friend lose a handle on the armoire and it comes crashing down on me and I fall backwards towards the pavement... I then wake up in my dining room to my phone ringing and my wife asking me if I'm going to answer the phone. It's my neighbour asking me if I can help move a bed upstairs for his mom... I go over there and meet his priest friend again, as this has been the first time I met him. I say I can help with the bed but I cannot help with the armoire. My neighbour was like "how'd you know about the armoire?". I then proceeded to tell them I'm pretty sure I just died. I spent the next hour talking with the priest. He had so many questions. My neighbour didn't believe it until I described the upstairs bedroom in perfect detail down to the metal mattress frame on the floor and the intricate headboard leaning against the wall and I had never been upstairs in their house before. The priest asked me what I saw after I died. I told him I never actually died. Before it happened I woke up at my dining room table. TL;DR... I experienced my death but woke up alive about 20 minutes earlier in my life.Show All 5 Upvotes
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Working Two Or Three Jobs
"Working two or three jobs just to survive and make ends meet so you don't even have time for your family."
Mental Health Issues
"Mental health issues. Having a mental issues is not a little quirk of personality, no that's not it. And it's the same people that get upset when people don't take their mental health seriously but when you treat is as a quirk who is gonna take it seriously. Those people that literally sit their and brag about having depression, oh yeah I haven't cleaned my room in a week because I have depression, oh yeah I haven't showered in like a couple of days because I have depression. Like OKAY see therapist."
Having Kids
"Having kids. No wait. It's not toxic in its entirety. There are aspect in it that are really toxic hear me out. Having children is glamorized and prioritize over very necessary pieces of actually raising children. People are not addressing their past traumas, they not addressing their stability, mentally, physically, financially. All of these thing are taking a back seat to an idea bringing children to this world and having a baby shower, and having a gender reveal, Both the children and parents are forced in this reality that they can't recreate their favorite TV show family. The life is very real but having children are glamorized and the kids will group with not addressed traumas and repeat the cycle."
Bloggers Morning Routine
"Bloggers who have the perfect morning routines with their kids and they cut up all the little lunch into bento box with the love notes and a shaped apple with an octopus and their house is cleaned and they are dressed. The moms are dressed their hairs are brushed, they have make up. Where are you going, where are you going and then their kids are in perfect outfits and then they go out of the door like that. No, it doesn't work that way, that's toxic, it's a lie"
The Modeling Industry
"The modeling industry. I’m surprised to this day, it’s still glorified. It’s such a toxic industry, people get away with so [many] atrocious things in that industry because they have power and control over your work, your body, and so many other things that you renounced when you started your career as a model. Like, they don’t prepare you to be objectified, sexualized, and preyed on by predators. Played by people you trust, told that you’re not good enough, [and] expected to be of a standard that you will never attain. Jeopardizing your self-worth and mental health at their expense for them to make money off you. It’s such a problematic industry that we need to stop glamorizing it... Please don’t...be something you're not and let people (who don’t care about you) dictate what you should (or shouldn’t) be in this industry. If you start out, do you."
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Pandas, What Is Your Dream Job And Why Do You Want To Have It?
I have my dream job...Vocational Counselor for Veteran's, I help them find their "dream job" or just to get back out into the working world. Best and most rewarding job I've ever had, nothing beats one of my Veteran's calling me and telling me "I got the job! Holy crap...I GOT THE JOB!!!" Love what I do! Jenni Joy • upvoted 5 items 1 week ago
Unexplained-Glitches-Matrix
Let me preface this by saying there has always been creepy shit happening around me and I have several stories of my Dad's old house which myself and my siblings all agree is haunted as fuck. I also had my dead best friend visit me twice which was nice. So this evening, my partner (42 M) and I (30 F) were upstairs sorting laundry, when his daughter (17) called us downstairs as dinner was ready. I was heading down the stairs, my partner right behind me, literally two steps behind me. He did his usual thing of tickling the back of my neck as we walked. The bottom of our stairs is wooden so you can hear when somebody steps onto it from the carpeted stairs. When we got to the bottom, my feet hit the floor as usual. I turned to ask him something and he wasn't there. He wasn't fucking there. I totally froze for a second and looked up the stairs and there he was. On the top step, pale and shaking. Asked him what the fuck just happened and he kept saying "I don't know, I don't know, I was behind you and before I hit the bottom, the next step took me back upstairs!" We are very freaked out. Didn't say shit to our girl as she is already leery of this stuff although he and I are somewhat used to it. I am trying to get the courage to leave my laptop recording audio overnight because there definitely is SOMETHING weird happening. EDITED TO ADD I was JUST talking to my partner about the jump while we were cleaning our bedroom and the second he made a joke about "Spooks A-Poppin'" our bedroom door and bathroom door just slammed shut one after the other. I'm chalking it up to our bedroom window being open a crack...I don't want to think of alternatives. FURTHER UPDATE To the people messaging me saying my relationship is "yikes" and to join certain subs (Female Dating Strategy) I appreciate the concern. To the other eejit who messaged calling my partner a sexual deviant, kindly relax and focus in your own relationship, if you have one. We are together 11years. I'm second Mom to the kids. Not every relationship with an age gap is abusive. Not every relationship with an age gap is coercive. I love him and the kids more than anything, and I would DO anything for my family. So please, I appreciate the concern, but don't assume he is abusive or that I was "groomed" as one lovely person messaged. And finally, to the person who asked me why I would want to be "fake Mom" to his kids- I'm sorry that's how you view my life from this one small snippet I posted and I hope you are content in your own life.Unexplained-Glitches-Matrix
My mom and I were on the highway driving home, and there was a semi truck in the lane next to us. Suddenly the semi swerved in to our lane. Luckily my mom was able to get out of the way before it hit us, but soon after I began feeling strangely. The entire right side of my face felt hot and sticky, I tasted blood, and smelled the very pungent scent of gasoline. Then my head and right arm started to ache really badly, and I couldn’t feel my legs. Just as soon as the pain started to worsen, it went away, replaced with a cold eerie chill. I told my mom about this and she couldn’t come up with an explanation. I think I was feeling the pain in another timeline where my mom wasn’t able to avoid that semi.Unexplained-Glitches-Matrix
So this actually happened last week... It just took me some time to come to terms with it... I got a phone call from my next door neighbour late in the evening asking if I can help him move a mattress into his upstairs. His mom is ill and has a big heavy sleep number bed. I of course ran over to help because they're great neighbours. I get over there and his friend, who is also a priest, was there to help. I helped them figure out how to separate the mattress from the bed so we could fit it up stairs. We get it all moved up and back in place when my neighbour asks if I can help them move an armoire upstairs too. I think nothing of it and we pull it out of his travel trailer and start bringing it up the front stairs of his house. This is where I died. The front stairs are 11 steps. I was on the lower end of the armoire about 6 steps up when my neighbour and his friend lose a handle on the armoire and it comes crashing down on me and I fall backwards towards the pavement... I then wake up in my dining room to my phone ringing and my wife asking me if I'm going to answer the phone. It's my neighbour asking me if I can help move a bed upstairs for his mom... I go over there and meet his priest friend again, as this has been the first time I met him. I say I can help with the bed but I cannot help with the armoire. My neighbour was like "how'd you know about the armoire?". I then proceeded to tell them I'm pretty sure I just died. I spent the next hour talking with the priest. He had so many questions. My neighbour didn't believe it until I described the upstairs bedroom in perfect detail down to the metal mattress frame on the floor and the intricate headboard leaning against the wall and I had never been upstairs in their house before. The priest asked me what I saw after I died. I told him I never actually died. Before it happened I woke up at my dining room table. TL;DR... I experienced my death but woke up alive about 20 minutes earlier in my life. Jenni Joy • upvoted 12 items 2 weeks ago
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