Gayhuman18

I applaud you for being a good person
            
            I know to many people that don’t tip. If they do good then tip, if it’s an inconvenience for them I tip (like there was once construction was going on and my DoorDash driver had to find away around it to get me my food, I was very thankful, added on a few bucks).

@Gayhuman18 if I used anymore it, I would. Since their 3rd screw-up, I've been going myself.
            However, the lady, who cuts our hair, gets a huge tip. I have been to her place once before & it takes forever. Then, she started coming to our place. 3 haircuts & a long ass trip... You'd better believe I'm giving her a $40 top

@Gayhuman18 Priorities are good. Yeah, adulting is a bitch but it sounds like you're working it out

@Gayhuman18 mom & dad both have always been church goers. It's just a difference in how they think. When I got my 1st gf, mom freaked out. They had both already met her. Dad's attitude was that it didn't change who she was & it didn't change who I was. Jesus would have loved us anyway so why should he be different?
            The man can bring teachings into Any Conversation though. I still remember when he told me, "God said 'bang,'" in relation to the Big Bang Theory, & that evolution was by design. He never had any problem blending science with religion 

@VailedStarz you and your dad remind me of me and my mom in a completely different way. My mom and I have always been close. She taught me to believe, but she also taught me to love. She taught me that skin tone, and identity did not matter, if the person was  good then they were good. Before I started calling myself an atheist she already knew I wasn’t much of a believer, and that was fine with her. When I did start identifying as an atheist, she was off put at first, but over time everything got so much better and she supports me as an atheist. She wasn’t ever a bible thumper, and she’s not a big church goer anymore, but she still believes in god and heaven. Not so much hell,  it’s odd, she’s formed her own beliefs on the religion. 
            
            My father on the other hand is fuckin crazy lmao
            My father only believes in god when he wants to attack lgbt people. I never heard my father say anything about religion until was 14, in the kitchen with my little brother, and my father came over while drunk as hell (he was an alcoholic, now sober a year and a half), and said to my brother “Jesus saved us from sinners, people like…” and pointed at me. That was the first time I ever heard anything religious from my father. I guess your mother is like my father. 
            I’m finally to the point where my father and I can sit down and have a civil conversation for 5-10 minutes, before everything goes silent and gets awkward. 

@Gayhuman18 I grew up in the Bible Belt. My dad is everything a Christian SHOULD be & the reason I kept my faith for so long. Mom is a hardcore Sunday Christian & the main reason I started questioning.
            Then, I discovered Pascal's Wager. Basically, if you don't know whether or not to believe, you should - just on the off chance of god being real. In spite of everything I had studied on my own, I still held that fragment until then. How, HOW, do you Make Yourself Believe? That was that. 
            My dad & I talk a lot. I'm the only other person who has actually read the bible front to back. I'm the only one he can have discussions with. He knows what I am & has even taken the time to find out more. Otherwise, my belief hasn't changed our relationship in any way whatsoever. Mom? "You're going to hell cause you don't go to church!" That is Completely Against the teachings of Jesus but that's just her

What I’m about to say is contradicting to my current situation at 2:17 am, but my insomnia has gotten better over time lol I take medication too.now I can run off of 6-7 hours of sleep with a nap in there lol
            

@Gayhuman18 I could do that until I was I was in my mid 20's. I worked double shifts, going in before 3pm & getting off at 7am. I could easily live off 5 hours when I reached my mid 30's. In fact, I couldn't do more or I was miserable. I did about 6-7 in my mid 40's. Now, now, I need 7-8, sometimes 9, in my mid 50's. Shit changes. I hope your insomnia gets better.
            (Yes,  I'm physically old. Thank god my brain isn't)