sisters. Even my Lieutenant, who drives me up the wall, is someone I can trust with my life and vice versa. Any disagreements we have evaporates on a fire scene or rescue call. We might bitch about each other but in the end we all love each other. You know how you can complain about your mom or brother but get pissed at someone who says anything about them? It's like that.
Like I said, if you're interested in it go for it. And I'd be happy to answer any questions you have.

Yup, really. On a fire scene you will very rarely be alone. Everything is done by team. Primary search team is 2 FF's per floor or more, hose team is a nozzleman and a backup plus a few more feeding hose in to the building, RIT team is often 4 FF's standing ready, etc. Also if you find a victim in a fire building you are dragging them out. You stand up you burn you and them. There are techniques to all of this stuff too so it can be done by most people.
The fire service can be extremely rewarding and if it is something that interests you, you should go for it. The hardest thing for many people is the death you will inevitably see. Some folks can't deal with seeing horrible things and that is ok. Every first responder has a story that haunts them.
The upside (apart from the service you provide to the community) is being part of a family. It sounds cliché but it is true. Just like a blood family we have our disagreements and occasional fights but in the end we are all brothers and

I have tens of thousands of girls around me and can't talk to a single one.
Life is simpler this way I guess.

Nah, you wouldn't be a lousy firefighter. We have a few smaller guys, a few women, a few fat guys and they all are effective as firefighters. It isn't necessarily all brawn.

Those are European style helmets, so I'll guess Switzerland.

Lmao...yes. I also made wood davers with marzipan.
Didn't think anyone knew about the strong brothers anymore.

Oddly enough when you (girls) don't talk to us. When you start being distant and vague we stress about it. What am I doing wrong? Did I make her mad? Is she going to leave me? Is she cheating on me?....you get the idea.
And at this point in my life, talking to girls in general scares me. I can't deal with heartbreak and rejection anymore.

It depends on whether the person let you through first or they entered and held the door behind them. I always try to reciprocate but it isn't always feasible.

Yes.

A pointy stick?

Meh, let him be. If he or it or whatever is happy good for <pronoun>
Just think of all the money he is putting into the economy. Keeping all those doctors and nurses and bandage companies in business.

Ahh right. I forgot the genderless part.
I'm always amazed at things like this. I mean if that's what makes him (it?) happy go for it. But how do people like that afford such things? Pretty sure blue cross wouldn't cover nipple removal. I can barely pay my mortgage and he can pay to have his belly button removed.