sCrUM_MASTER

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[–] sCrUM_MASTER@sh.itjust.works 1 points 6 days ago (2 children)

I was in Berlin last month and spent €16.50 for a 50ml bottle

[–] sCrUM_MASTER@sh.itjust.works 1 points 3 weeks ago

Didn't have any friends until I was about 9 and moved school, so until then I'd usually spend yard time playing with the skipping ropes in the corner, got pretty good at it

[–] sCrUM_MASTER@sh.itjust.works 10 points 4 months ago

I'd contact the airline and see what they say. I've been on a flight before where one of the passengers had a severe peanut allergy so there were none on board, and an announcement was made warning not to consume them during the flight.

[–] sCrUM_MASTER@sh.itjust.works 3 points 10 months ago

I hated a runny yolk growing up and I only tolerate them now, but I've always loved solidly cooked eggs. Fried, hard boiled, scrambled. I know a lot of TV and internet chefs say the best scrambled eggs straddle the line between runny and gently cooked, but I'd rather have them overcooked and chewy. I don't currently have an obvious favourite format, but as a child I loved hard boiled eggs so much my parents would use it as a treat. If I was misbehaving they'd threaten to withhold my daily egg, and it would always work.

[–] sCrUM_MASTER@sh.itjust.works 11 points 1 year ago

I've done a decent bit of travelling and felt great joy during those experiences, but the one moment that jumped to mind when reading this thread is from my teenage years.

My first relationship was online and after about a year of long distance we met in person. I flew over and stayed with her family for a few days. I can only describe the emotion I felt as pure euphoria, distilled and undiluted. I'd never tried any drugs but for those few days (and especially the first) it felt like I was both high and in a dream. I've tried to speak about this feeling of euphoria before but I think people always assume I'm talking about sex when that's not the case at all. It was a mixture of anxiety and elation and like a daydream had come to life.

The come down (if it can be called that?) was not quite as intense but hit hard too. For a couple days after returning home I kept questioning if it had all been a dream.

I've never had an experience like that since and I'm not sure I ever will.

I don't know if it counts as feeling "fully alive" but it's what came to mind.