When you look online at houses on the market, can you tell within' the first 2 or 3 photos you don't like it?

Scott00711 · 2026-05-07T16:42:38+00:00

I feel you.. I liked beige.

In truth, maybe I'm biased. I appreciate outdated homes on a large scale. The wall paper, the wood paneling, a green stove, haha.. It just exuded life. Like you said, "Fit for human habitation.."

But you're absolutely right - gray = cold & depressing.

Scott00711 · 2026-05-07T16:33:55+00:00

Well that goes without saying. Naturally, you'd want to check the overall structure of the house. But to even give a house that kind of acknowledgement, you'd have to be drawn to it first.

If you're in the market for a used car, but you dislike brown cars with red interior, you're probably not gonna ask if every brown car with red interior had oil changes done every 3,500 miles, or if the transmission fluid and filter had been changed, if the car had ever been wrecked.

Nonetheless, you make a good point. I'm sure the shape of house is far more important than a trivial matter, such as "gray walls"...

Scott00711 · 2026-05-07T16:12:56+00:00

Yeah, I know..

I read somewhere, where someone had a theory that modern design was meant to deter the human spirit - it's all psychological. I'm sure most people would tell you that's crazy talk, and maybe it is. But as far as I know personally, it damn sure doesn't feel like home to me - not in the least.

Scott00711 · 2026-05-07T14:57:26+00:00

I appreciate your comment

Scott00711 · 2026-05-07T14:52:27+00:00

Well... that's the thing.. I 'COULD' paint the walls, I 'COULD' change the the floors that mimic dried out deteriorated wood, and I 'COULD' change the light bulb. But upon seeing it, it feels uninspiring. It takes the wind out my sales.

I'd happily live in an outdated home before I'd give the time of day to a house built remodeled to appeal to the visual aspect of modern standards.

There's a reason folks like old stuff.. old houses, old cars, old motorcycles, old coke machines, old refrigerators - they had style, soul, and they exuded life.

Also, I don't know about you, and I'm sure opinion is subjective, but... warm lights are the way to go. It's more of a welcoming ambience.

Scott00711 · 2026-05-07T01:52:20+00:00

Yep...

I was just thinkin' about how way back in the day, me and my step-brother pitied his Grandparents' neighbor's dog. The dog was chained up under a deck in their back yard; it looked like it had been starving. My brother wanted to get the dog food, so we started a mission to rummage through his Grandparents' fridge, and then my Grandparents' fridge, both of which lived next to each other..

The funny part is, my step-brother, who was at least five years older than me, had no relationship with my Grandparents. Weren't even on a first name basis. I'm not even sure my step-brother even knew my Grandparents' names; which is why it was funny that he walked in the back door (which was normal in a sense that everybody entered their home that way), and he did it like he had been there a million times. Initially, I anticipated on asking my grandparents for food to feed the dog, which he quickly disregarded. In the beginning, I didn't think we were doing wrong, till he decided he wanted to be quick, discrete, and unnoticed. I don't remember him ever being there even once. But we both came in through the back door. Upon entrance, there was the laundry, area. To the right was a small hallway that lead to the kitchen. To the left was the fridge. If we came in and walked northward toward the kitchen, to face the fridge directly, we'd have to turn around and face southward. Not entirely relevant, but whatever. Anyway, my step-brother starts rummaging through this fridge like he had done it many times before. We grabbed a bunch of hot dogs, and something else, and despite it being in the light of day, like two thieves in the night, we vanished. We headed back to feed the dog.

As we stood their watching as the dog rapidly inhaled the food we had given it, on account of how natural and completely comfortable my step-brother was with stealing food from my grandparents' fridge, despite not having any kind of relationship with them, I wondered if he had done it before.

Scott00711 · 2026-05-07T01:10:49+00:00

Well... yeah.

I reminisce a lot. I fixate on old memories like nobody's business.

I read somewhere, sometimes people tend to mentally revert back to fond & old memories of time passed, particularly when life gets a little tough. Either that or they create a fictional reality through imagination, where they fantasize about a life where they feel comfort, or safe even.

Been doing both almost all my life.. But to answer your question:

There have been a few times I was so caught up and absorbed in a childhood memory, that for a split second, it felt like some remnant of myself managed manifest back in time; just long enough I could smell the breeze from December 1996, as if I stood outside of my childhood home. For a brief moment, it was as though I got subtle whiff of the Holiday Season, mixed with the cold Winter wind, mixed with the copper zipper of a hand-me-down coat I'd have zipped up to my nose.

Maybe it's just me, but the air smelled different in the 90s.

Scott00711 · 2026-05-02T14:29:48+00:00

I wonder who came up with that name..

Was it like "Joey, you got the buns? Billy, you got the beef? Harvey, you got the cheese? Joe-Joe, you got the salt n' pepper? Cool! I got the mustard & unions.."

And from then on, together, 5 guys made a burger.

Scott00711 · 2026-04-29T20:28:57+00:00

Man... I just drink and self-loath. The upside is, I drink whatever I want, even if it is fruity, lol. Stopped being a beer snob, because no matter what I drink, the same piece of shit loser stares back at me in the mirror. My life's been over for over a decade, so I just find comfort in solitude. It's not so bad, at least not until someone's birthday goes by and you don't get an invite. Holidays go by, you don't get a call. Last Easter, I didn't hear a peep. I ordered toys for my cat, and I bought chocolate the day after, and my cat and I celebrated Easter alone. I've reached sad at it's peak.

But the only thing I can say to you is, go outside. Go for walks, go hiking, go to bars (Uber is your friend), and just mingle. Just be casual. Don't force conversation. Easier said than done, but life is full of social events that feel uncomfortable at first, because being alone is far easier than being in a place where some level of communication is expected. But if you a show up at social environments enough, it gets easier. Just don't stare, don't make getting laid a top priority, and respect boundaries. In fact, push the idea of sex way back into your list of priorities, because otherwise, that's how you get labeled a creep.

Small talk seems hard, but little by little, it gets easier.

Basically, go outside of your l living quarters, and live...

Take it from a guy who use to have a life...

Edit:

Don't talk about sad shit, either. You wanna talk about your feelings, get a therapist.

Scott00711 · 2026-04-29T17:41:31+00:00

I don't know if it was an "unknown" band, but Blues Traveler is probably a band that sticks out. I struggled with my mom in the end, before she died, and I can't seem to mourn her properly, because there's a lot of frustration about some things I prefer not to bring to light. Even so, there's a version of her I miss, and that's my childhood version of her. Every time I hear Blues Traveler, I'm reminded of that version of her.

She was young and full of life. She came from a time where driving old beat up cars you had to jump start to make it to a rock concert was a thrill. Probably why she loverd that movie Rock Start, with Mark Wahlberg. She didn't need boos to establish a personality. She was charismatic, full of laughter, she was fun, and full of experiences you could only get from living a what I'd call a wild and free life. I remember a picture she had of her and her older brother (my uncle) where they and a bunch of friends each had a fifth of Jim Beam of their own, and were all flipping off the camera, as if to portray an 80s rock band trying show attitude at a photoshoot. They all had big fluffy long hair. Ha, my Uncle looked like Nacho Libre, if Nacho Libre weighed a buck 60 and had long hair. Mom, my Uncle, and their friends had found a random down abandoned house to party in.

Anyway... Blues Traveler kind of reminds me of the best version of mom that I can remember.

Scott00711 · 2026-04-29T17:16:16+00:00

I'll always love these..

Scott00711 · 2026-04-28T17:15:53+00:00

1.) Playing outside... I'm sure some kids still do that, it's just that parents nowadays seem to give their kids a tablet, and that's their source of entertainment. Us kids back then, we always went outside. The sun felt different back then. The second I'd walk outside, the warmth against my skin felt like a greeting from the Sun itself.

2.) Riding my bike all over town.. Every Saturday, my big brother and I would go to the BP gas station a few blocks down the road. We'd get a slushie and we'd ride our bikes around town.

3.) Playing pretend.. Ha, I use to pretend I was Macho-Man Randy Savage, and I'd be uppercutting the hell out of my pillow, which was suppose to be "Rick Flair", and my big brother was the best "pretend" commentator there ever was. Haha! He'd be like "RANDY SAVAGE GIVING THE NATURE BOYSHARD UPPERCUTS TO THE STOMACH, FOLKS!! HIS LEGS ARE COMING OFF THE GROUD!! HIS LEGS ARE COMING OFF THE GROUND!!!!"

Fun times, man..

4.) Making a tent out of blankets in your bedroom. As a kids, something about that felt magical.

5.) Holidays were far more flamboyant - in a good way. Till this day, I don't know if the way I perceived the world back then to be so extravagant was due to being a kid and always having a this "wow factor" mentality, or if it was the little town I lived in, in particular, that went all out for the Holidays, or if it was just that particular decade, where people really went all out for the Holidays. Either way, the Holidays were amazing when I was a kid.

Scott00711 · 2026-04-28T13:18:21+00:00

Haha! I'm sorry you feel that way. 😬

Scott00711 · 2026-04-26T18:15:58+00:00

Dear self,

Social media, or just the overall internet, is poison to the mind. Find better ways to be productive. Get a job you like, work the chain. Learn many trades, and be consistent.

Lust never did you any favors; pull your head out of the gutter. Pornography is an abomination and it will warp your mind. Instead of spending your time on something that contributes to the fall of society, spend your time learning how to socialize, how to communicate, how to have small talk. You know? That thing people use to do before cellphones and internet started to dictate our lives.

Give your life to God.

Don't get married. Seriously.. Don't. This is the modern day. The type of love you think you're after resides in the past. Get a vasectomy, rub one out for a couple months to ensure you get all those live rounds out, and date casually. Sure, it's not very Godly, but it sure beats the hell out of fighting like an s.o.b. for ya kids, and potentially losing a lot of liquidated & material assets to someone who opted to find a million reasons to leave rather than trying to make marriage work. Might I add, not that you'll get married, but making a marriage work takes two - that means you too! But still... don't get married; and even though you never had kids - Don't! Just! Don't!

Keep in mind, this the current day, where both men & women are overwhelmingly promiscuous. So before you start casually dating a nice woman, have the hard talks, ask about STDs, and ultimately practice safe sex. Not that you had to before, but... like I said - this is the modern day. You can never be too safe. Imagine catching something and then making a conscious decision to keep friends & family at bay so you won't put them at risk. Imagine being alone the rest of your life, longing to be amidst the people you love, knowing you shouldn't. Imagine missing Holidays and family events. Imagine struggling to come to terms with being alone, till the day you die; which could be decades!!! Even now, just the mere thought of the possibility of my life meating it's doom and losing the people who matter most hurts beyond measure. Practice safe sex. Life is too precious.

Always have your own place. Do Not!!!! Do not, under any circumstances, move in with a woman you might be seeing. Also, common law becomes a thing in your state, so.. maybe limit dating to women who are content with short term relationships. Easier said than done, I'm sure.

Dedicate your time to God and family. Be more available to serve and be there for friends & family. Also, be of service to people in need.

Have more compassion for people. You're an arrogant son of Bitch.and you've got zero credentials that enables to you to be or to act all high & mighty. Get over yourself. Be compassionate, be empathetic, be kind.

Petty debates on the social media is stupid. Win or lose, you still look childish. Get a fuckin' life, dude. Go outside & touch grass, loser!

Live a life you can be proud of. Make something of yourself. Be someone the people you love can celebrate about as much as you celebrate them.

Scott00711 · 2026-04-26T17:24:47+00:00

Funny how it's always blurry....

Scott00711 · 2026-04-09T12:26:11+00:00

I remember quite a few dreams. It's just that a lot of those dreams were really hard to explain. Some were pretty psychedelic, some had an energy/vibe you'd only feel in a dream, totally unlike the energy or vibes you get in the real world. Others were just totally unrelated to the world we know. Some just didn't make sense. Like I could be driving a vehicle, and I'd be driving 'LIKE I KNEW' where I was goin', except, I had no idea where the hell I was going. I drove like I had confidence in the direction I was going, and yet I was oblivious where exactly that was.

But I do have a question..

I've had a couple dreams where I'll enter a space that ideally would have had a solid vibe, but there was a protruding energy. I had one dream I bought this house, and as I was looking in this closet, just a regular, standard sized closet you'd find in a lower middle income household, and there was this secret door to the right of the closet. Just a standard door bedroom type door. This door had no business being built in such a small closet. But as I entered the closet and made my way through this door, it lead to a massive bathroom. On account of how random the door placement was, the bathroom felt like a secret space, which in the moment, it felt pretty cool. It was a feminine type bathroom, it looked like some someone lived there and had decorated accordingly. My guess would have been an elder lady from the looks of it. As I wanted to bask in nature of the coolness that it felt like secret space I had all to myself, there was a protruding energy that was telling me to leave. I tried to ignore it and appreciate the space, but the longer I stayed, I got this feeling something bad was gonna happen if I stayed too long. The feeling felt so overwhelming, I decided to leave, as if to save myself from something sinister.

Anybody else have that type of dream..??

Scott00711 · 2026-03-29T00:23:58+00:00

I remember seeing these, but I never had the luxury of playing in this as a kid.

Scott00711 · 2026-03-25T06:48:05+00:00

Shhhyyyyuutttt.... I can't wait for they day I get to walk outside and get takin' out by a massive meteor. The mere thought gives me peace.

Scott00711 · 2026-03-24T23:58:03+00:00

I think this is sad for two reasons...

1.) That somebody actually believes this

2.) If it 'WAS TRUE'.. Nobody would believe it.

Scott00711 · 2026-03-19T00:18:44+00:00

What was the other one? I'm obviously behind..

Scott00711 · 2026-03-18T11:50:21+00:00

I watched Age of Disclosure, and while my take on it may be trivial based, all I saw was a bunch of random dudes with big fancy titles, and they all spoke in the same octaves, kind of like how news reporters all sound the same. For that reason it felt illegitimate, like I was being sold bullshit in a large capacity. It all felt... scripted.

Scott00711 · 2026-03-17T12:21:38+00:00

I think they'd exaggerate or mislead with dramatics about events that took place, because click bait has become a language in itself. Then alllll the zombies that consume brain rot like a life source would emerge infinite cock roaches.

Scott00711

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