I was born in the 80s. Mom was a teacher, Dad worked in IT.

Both conversations were not especially made out to be a… ok listen carefully we’re going to talk about this now. They were not made out to be a big deal, just happened naturally.

It was part of everyday life, if the subject arised it was not ignored, we were kept up to date on news and when we hadl questions about any subject, we always had an answer, we were encouraged to think critically about subjects being politics, sex or drugs, didn’t matter.

At the time my country was going through a very serious drug crisis, so it was impossible to ignore.

Fortunately the decriminalisation of all drugs lowered the drug problem significantly, but I was in college at that point.

Liminal space vibes.

It seems absolutely exhausting to live inside your head.

If you’re in your teens, I get it, you’re still developing, you’ll get over it… But if you’re an adult… Oh boy… Please talk to a therapist about all this, you need to vent.

This seems like something you all should be discussing in family therapy.

Unreasonable if not done in time. Paris still has century old sewage pipes running to the river. That could have been solved but it needs years.

Meanwhile in Portugal after investments in water treatment plants all along the Tagus you are starting to see dolphins show up on the river near Lisbon.

True, I worked with travel insurance for a while in Euorpe. It’s still advised to get better coverage ones when going to North America, even several travel insurances, as the top amount in the cheapest ones will not be enough to even open an American hospital door.

They don’t, you’re advised to buy the most expensive travel insurance you can find when going to USA or Canada.

Maybe we need pixelated text reading pupils.

My country would be one of those places unfortunately. It’s extremely animal protein centric. And although I’m not a vegetarian myself, I really wish we had more options around here.

I always use the store app to scan as I shop and just pay at the machines at the exit here in Portugal. Hate shopping any other way.

Would you keep the sentient one as a friend?

Didn’t the rich dude tried to sue the random dude? Or was that a weird dream I had?