greenmangostudio

I went to a hardware store yesterday and had a smoke in the parking lot before going in.. I had multiple items to pick up and also wandered and eventually came out after 40 or so mins.. when I came out I saw a fire truck and firemen trying to douse a fire in a curbside mulch which was smoking.. when I was walking to my car I realized it was the same mulch area where I threw my cigarette bud.. I swear I extinguished it like I always have for the past 2 decades .. my mind and body is so habitual to extinguishing a cigarette bud that many times I've burnt my feet when I was smoking bare foot .. but maybe there was a spark left and due to drought conditions in my state the mulch could have been very dry and caught fire.. thankfully someone called the fire station and things were controlled before any minor or major damage TL;DR: Didnt extinguish a cigarette bud properly, caused a fire

This didn’t happen today, but when I was about 18. Some friends and I went to a mutual friend’s place for a little get together. I barely knew the guy (friend of a friend type situation), but whatever. We start drinking, and at some point his roommate pulls out mushrooms. Now, being a genius 18-year-old who had already been drinking, I decided that taking a nice casual 5+ gram cap was a fantastic idea. We go for a walk and at first everything is great. You know, classic stuff—colors look cool, everything feels funny, vibes are high. Then about an hour in, I am GONE. Like my friends’ faces are melting and rearranging themselves kind of gone. We end up outside a gas station, and this is where my brain fully disconnects from reality. I become convinced that life is basically a video game with levels, and if you do something you’re “not supposed to,” you unlock powers. I’m talking flying, time travel, all that. So obviously, the logical next step… I take all my clothes off. Because...

I have been in a terrible headspace for almost 4 decades. I'm finally coming out of it and realizing just how much I've f'ed up my life and relationships with friends and family. I've seriously been in a bad space since at least junior year of highschool. I was working for a shitty company doing a shitty job xand basically blamed everyone but myself. Graduating didn't help cause I stayed in my parents house doing the same job till I was 23. I pushed friends away if they didn't do what I wanted to do I was generally an ass. I was basically working full time and spending all my money on magic cards. At 23 I met my wife then shortly after asking her out I completely fucked up my ankle. She took care of me the entire time and all I did was shit on her. I was constantly angry and I worsened my wife's trauma and anxiety. I was mad at the world and took advantage of everything I possibly could. Never my fault always someone else. I finally snapped back into realit...

Hello everyone last time I posted was 2 years ago. So my last post was a while ago, about me thinking I broke my little friend and well, I just teared part of my foreskin and it got better after a while leaving a scar that haven't affected anything at all, I thought I learned like a little bit since that incident about proper sex practices and so on, specially the importance of lubricant... BUT as it may seem my brain is smoother than a river rock and yesterday I was doing the deed with someone that's well very slim and kinda short, I'm not like the tallest guy alive but the height difference is pretty noticeable, smt like 22cm And well in a nonexplicit way the genitalia size difference was pretty huge too so when we were amidst the whole thing just after the foregame this absolute unit of a woman hopped onto me without hesitation when I asked (I did not have protection) when in foresight not wet enough. AND GUESS WHAT EVERYBODY My foreskin once again FUCKING TEARED an...

I've been working at a small company in general operations for ~5 years. When I started, there were less than 12 of us, so I handled supply chain, logistics, and eventually warehousing and fulfillment. The company and team grew, and I got tired of doing the same things - even with a full team of warehouse folks and a warehouse supervisor that reported to me, I was still having to be hands-on with unloads and some day-to-day things. I had manager in my title, but I didn't do much managing. I was given the opportunity to grow the team, so I did just that. I picked a bright warehouse guy that wanted to do more, and I developed him for supply chain and logistics. It took a while to get going, but with a lot of training and help he grew into his own and was fully self-sufficient other than one-on-ones and occasional direction from me. Next up was the warehouse supervisor. I have maybe 15 years of experience in warehousing and fulfillment, so I taught her everything I know. How to...

Im fairly young and these were my first attempt at rearing. I never wanted to rear them but my leapord gecko didnt eat the horn worms in time and i was left with three cocoons (pupa?) any ways i have been misting them and have had them in dirt for a few weeks now, one emerged already and sadly refused to eat no matter how much me and my brother tried (hes a entomologist) it passed away very shortly, now i currently have one still in its thing but the other was getting dark and was ready to emerge for about a week and i got scared, like really scared, that it was gonna die in the cocoon (extra info i have OCD and was struggling with a flare up of sorts) i tried to help it remove its cocoon and got it off around its wings and let it get the rest off and i think it died, i feel horrible for murdering a moth out of negligence and dont know how to resolve this, i feel awful am i a bad person? TL;DR: i accidently killed a moth i was rearing by trying to help it. Edit; after talking to som...