This happened on Tuesday: I got inspired by the Ryan Meetups and wondered whether I could build a community around something as arbitrary as a shared first name.

So I recruited two other Daniels, made a ridiculous campaign trailer, and organized the first DanCon at a bar in Greenwich Village.

Somehow, 60 Daniels, Dans, and Dannys actually showed up.

We voted on the Mount Rushmore of Daniels, investigated the epidemic of Dansplaining, considered launching OnlyDans, and debated diplomatic relations with the Danielles. One attendee said it was "too much Daniel to handle."

The most unexpected part for me was how naturally everyone started talking to each other -- once we got past the absurdity, strangers connected, new friendships were forged, and we're already planning the next DanCon.

I'm curious: Would you show up to a gathering based on something as arbitrary as a first name?

Who you gonna call? 👻 🎃

Like, wtf. I always knew stuff like ear and nose hair was gonna be annoying along with weird aches and pains.

But apparently its "common" to suddenly develop serious BO in your 40s? I didnt plan for that. (Accorfing to google 🤷‍♂️)

Ive rarely ever had to deal with it, even in full coveralls in the blasting sun while between blasting pump engines. Now I feel like a stink as bad as my teen and struggling to just relax at home without stinking.

Ive always used deodorant, but now I have to use antiperspirant and it makes my pits itch. And deodorant is already crazy expensive.

Not happy about this at all

Idk if it's a midlife crisis thing, but I am so far behind many of my millennial peers, it's sad. I was 34 before I finally started a good career as a Union Electrician. I'm 38 now.

I basically spent my entire 20s and early 30s partying.

If I could go back in time, I would have started a good career right out of high school, and I would be doing significantly better than I am now.

I mean, I did have a lot of fun partying, but I have nothing to show for it other than memories that are quickly fading.

Don't get me wrong, I have so many good years to look forward to, but for some reason I am really stuck in the past.

I guess it's a good thing I'm seeing a therapist next Friday.

I didnt think my last post through. Not my pogs in the pic. Wish I still had them. I hope they make a resurgence.

BLACK MAGIC! **swipe**

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I had tons of ambition, drive, and energy up until covid. Got a masters degree. Excited for an interesting career. Tons of hobbies, friendships, and relationships. Very excited for the future and stoked to get out of bed every day.

Post covid Im just totally zoned out and disengaged. Everyone seems boring and standoffish now. Careers seem to be going backwards. There seems to between success and skills, good work, and usefulness. Hobbies are still there, but just seem to be done to death. They are not enough on their own. I cant stand my kid's friend's parents. Despite being in my own generation, they all seem to be pathetic complaining Karens with petty and weird interests.

I still have the drive and interest to do things professionally, but the barriers to entry are impractically high. Everything just seems to be a letdown. Im really not sure where to go from here.

Edit: Thanks everyone. Its both comforting to know Im not alone and totally heartbreaking that so many of you are in the same headspace. Sorry. Wish I could help. Id love to know how to get out of this.

This has recurringly been stuck in my head for over 20 years

Seriously, what is with the boomer level “We’re the best generation because we drank from a hose and look young!” memes; or “Gen Z is awful because they never had MySpace” nonsense image.

Can we make “no boomer Facebook nonsense“ a subreddit rule?

I can't be the only one who thinks about this every single time I see one of these

Webcomic: Between The Lines (2006)

I was reading old webcomics and this came up.

I keep on seeing emo and scene fashion associated with the 2000s. Despite how many alt girls exist in 2000s media, these characters were supposed to be *outcasts and punks*. They were seen as "weird". It wasn't mainstream.

Maybe nowadays it's become mainstream to dress alt. But, in the past it was... well, alternative. And it was seen as weird at best by most people.

Even being a weeby zillennial, I was teased for liking something as benign as anime, j-rock, and Kingdom Hearts in the mid-to-late 2000s. Nevermind being a non-white kid who liked alt rock and rock music.

Parents are of course like "...I don't get it."

I've been thinkin about it lately and it makes the cybertruck funnier to me.

Had a funny/scary chat with my friend today. As a kid growing up, there would be a relative's house where all families would meet and celebrate the holidays. Now our older relatives are too old to host and no one from my generation has a house. We're all in our early to mid 30s. I think most of my cousins and friends ended up staying home for thanksgiving/christmas. Wondering how many other people are on the same boat

I often think about how once my parents pass away that it's then 'my turn' to die next. I've lost all my grandparents already and my parents are getting up there now so I've been thinking about it more. They are nearing 70 now and if celebrity deaths are anything to go by then it could be anytime for them I guess.

They've both been healthy and on my mom's side her parents lived to be 80+, 91 in my grandpa's case. Gods willing we all live so long but yea.

Does anyone else get that feeling of waiting in line to die?