Hobbes

They have a 50/50 chance each round. Doesn't matter how many rounds they've won.

I think vinegar is bad for your washer's seals. Same for dishwashers

Also a much better source of morals (if you don't think they are innate).

Well, personally, my lack of believing in goblins serves my sense of reality. I am extremely sure goblins are made up, so my lack of belief serves my understanding of consistency and coherence of the world.

You're so close to getting it!

Again, do you hold a belief that there are no unicorns? No teapot orbiting Venus? No people with superhero powers? You see how this list could be practically infinite.

Are you going to hold all those negative beliefs in your head all the time? Worry about them? Live your life based on them?

Worrying about countless things that have no evidence of existing is a lot of work and pretty impractical. Hence why most non-delusional people with at least some critical thinking skills restrict themselves to only considering things for which there is some evidence.

There is no end to things that may exist but are not provable. Where do you draw the line? There might be a toaster orbiting the sun.

Fuck all religions. This made up bullshit causes so much strife, hatred, and war.

I know you are, but what am I?

I think that's an appropriate 1st grade level response.

It must be really nice living in a sane country. Maybe one-day...

Thank you for your kind words.

I didn't fight for him. I didn't even try. When I called his oncology doctor and left a message, I heard back from a nurse and got no information. And further, the nurse said that the doctor doesn't speak with family of patients and wouldn't be calling me back. I should have taken my rage at that obviously fucked response and done something, whether it be forcing him to talk to me, or finding another oncologist. But I didn't. I just receded into myself and did nothing. Every single day I drove to the hospital over and over again, I'd pull over and cry before I got there. But I was so paralyzed by my fear about what was happening that I didn't turn it into action. I just asked for a nicer chair in the hospital room so I could hang out for hours on end with my dad as he died. He would have done everything in his power to help me, and for some reason I was such a scared little shit that I didn't think to become the caretaker of my dad, who was always my caretaker. He needed me and I failed him.

I seriously appreciate your response and your willingness to be vulnerable in sharing your own loss. I am sorry. I'm so deep in sadness that I am having a hard time processing anything.