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Da feeling of "empty letdown after having toiled for nothing" dat you experience as an adult after you'd studied your a** off in grade school about certain strongly-hyped-and-pushed-for-their-supposedly-great-importance subjects (history, science, botany, biology, etc.) other than da "three R's", only to find dat in reality you seldom if ever need any of dat knowledge in your everyday working/home life, and dat others merely stare at you like you're some kinda brainiac nerd when ya mention anything from your vast knowledge of said subjects dat they had long forgotten about or not even bothered to really learn very well themselves in their own school years.
My third-grade teacher always really drove us to learn about da history of San Francisco, yet never once in the ensuing decades have I **ever** hadda use my knowledge of who William Leidesdorff or Amadeo Giannini was --- talk about post-graduation disillusionment!
A place that would formerly be described as quaint, but is now so bustling with people and tourists that it no longer meets the original definition.
Whitby and St. Ives are post-quaint fishing towns on the UK coast that are usually overcrowded with tourists.
I’ll be right back. I gotta drop a load off at the post office.
A term used to describe somebody who is clearly on drugs and/or schizophrenic
Person 1: Do you see that crazy old geezer on the street
Person 2: He definitely works at the post office
For example: Serrano shit on Nicole’s hilarious good morning text, not realizing it was an awesome 2014 Facebook post.
A social media post put up during a time of emotional turmoil with no thought as to the repercussions. When the poster comes back to reality to realize said repercussions may cause grave annoyances to happen (or worse) then original post is deleted and original poster pretends it didn’t happen. Then he/she goes and buys their abuser dinner to apologize for said post aka half truths
Kay posted a lightning post about Ray calling her a name but now it’s gone and they’re at Texas Roadhouse getting takeout
Da freaked-out and exhausted emotions dat you experience after "heavy-duty" social interactions invoking minor/petty/non-existent issues dat one or more self-important and/or fame-seeking fellow humans have blown way outta proportion. Think, da red-faced and utterly-drained feeling you'd feel in grade school when da teacher would "make a Federal case" outta some extremely minor error or dispute/misunderstanding between you and one of her bratty/conceited classroom "pets".
I never bother reading "Dear Abby" anymore; too many of the letters are just preposterously-immature social-tiffs about stupidly-asinine interpersonal issues --- disgustedly wading through all of that usually gives me a major case of post dramatic stress disorder afterwards!