Say "bubbles" in the deepest voice you possibly can. It always make me chuckle when in a funk.

"Now that's what I call music" I'm embarrassed to say, I use those volumes a lot to keep in touch with younger generations, new music. Also, among the more popular torrents generally, so download fast.

Additional facet: when I was younger, only super nerdy, tech people into coding and stuff played video games. Now tho, way more people playng phone games, video games. So games popping up to cater to people who aren't super nerdy or into tech.

Update 2 days later: Many useful comments. I now have text doc filled with apps, software, podcasts, etc to research, try out.

This posted question was weird, obscure. Could've been ignored, ridiculed. Barely slept in 4 weeks cuz hearing voices. Desperately hoping against hope.

So, small group of random internet strangers taking question seriously, offering constructive solutions instead of ridicule? You've helped a lot. Thank you.

Yes. Had religion shoved down my throat as a kid. Learned early on being a religious believer meant nothing, people are shitty no matter what.

Had to decide who I wanted to be, what rules to live by. Realized I don't enjoy hurting people, try to learn from mistakes, random acts of kindness, to always try for the evolved, educated non violent option. That's enough for me. If there's a god who has a problem with that, oh well.

That was well brought up. Too bad you weren't.

Jesus, Katy, put some clothes on.

If ghosts are real... then every living thing, cockroach, dogs, fish, fleas, birds, they get ghosts too, billions upon billions of ghosts flooding, saturating the universe.

Part of childhood was spent living in cars. We would find a rest stop each night. Most would have public bathrooms. Paper towels and few squirts of soap, soak the paper towels under faucet.. quick French bath. We'd go to the dumpsters in back of grocery stores, grab soiled boxes, put boxes in the well between back seat and front seat... instant bed space, 2 people could sleep in back seat. Truck stops were a godsend, some had showers. I remember eating a LOT of Vienna sausages straight from the can.

We'd go hit up random laundromats if traveling to new city, look in the dryers to steal clothes, sheets. Parent would park in front of a store, turn to my little brother and I, telling us what to go in and steal. We had special jackets with the lining ripped out, to hide stolen stuff in. And no one's going to expect a tiny quiet 7 year old to run a bait and switch scam, go into dressing room, and expertly hide 3 pairs of jeans tucked under their shirt, and walk out professionally, calmly. I got darn good at shoplifting. Quite an experience.

If CBT and DBT were taught to kids in school... man, what a change that would make. To be taught at a young age how to control thoughts, cope with stress, face emotions, communicate effectively.

Or you set your keys or wallet on a counter, and entire time you stare intently at it. not breaking eye contact, only way you won't forget.

It's, I have no Tupperware. Nothing to put an onion into after I cut a bit off, to keep it fresh. No foil, no ziploc bags. My $ sitch is that bad right now. I have $60 to last me til September 3. Hence, why I probably sound stupid and clueless right now.