It’s my mums five year almost death anniversary tomorrow, she was in hospital for six months but made it through like her true champ self.
I got her permission to make a ‘Almost-Death Anniversary’ cake. The original plan was to have a fondant grim reaper on one side and a piped message on the other reading ‘fuck you’ but it’s tomorrow and I can’t get one.
My new plan is to make a cake with a similar quote written on it, preferably a bit vulgar, but I can’t think of any so if I could get any funny suggestions that’d be great, cheers!

Getting this out there to stop ruminating - hoping for helpful perspectives.
TL;DR My boyfriend has lied a lot about his ex, now says she raped him 6 times. I want to help him but I’m scared he’s lying.
I (29F) have been in a relationship with a guy I deeply love (28M) for a year and some months. I met him (let’s call him Charlie) around six months after a relationship I was in for 6 years ended in a way fitting for a Netflix docuseries, with me realizing I really never knew the man I was engaged to and had lived with for five years. I wasn’t looking for anything serious, but Charlie came along and was really just gentle, and kind. There was no lovebombing, which I would’ve been really sensitive to, just easygoing falling in love. Things definitely moved quickly, but not in any overdramatic sense. I felt at peace for awhile.
I told him from the very beginning that I can’t handle lying. That he doesn’t even have to tell me the truth about anything - just please don’t lie to me. I had been so badly hurt and was trying to heal my ability to trust. And I understand that people lie sometimes without meaning to, to protect others/themselves, I really get it. Out of consideration for both of us, I set that boundary early so that if it was something he couldn’t do, he’d know I’m not the person for him and that’s okay. I just asked for the respect.
And I didn’t uphold my own boundary. That’s on me. I should’ve left at the first lie, but I just had this gut feeling that he really does love me. The lies mainly revolve around his ex (someone he was with for 9 months, around covid). Right after meeting him (2 weeks), he had lunch with her for ‘closure’, as she had just moved back from out of state. I had encouraged him to do this, because he had expressed not being sure if he’s over it. I really liked him, so I said hey, I totally understand, but I don’t want to continue with you if that’s an open door. Go see her, you don’t owe me anything but the respect of a clear decision. He went to have lunch and came right back, saying all the perfect things and grateful that he could now say he was sure.
A few months later, I started to notice inconsistencies about how he spoke of his past. This was really triggering to me, and he knew that. He went from saying she broke his heart when she broke up with him to he knew he never loved her while with her, found her unattractive and easy, and that they never spent time together. He said the entire thing was faked by them, made up to convince their friends and family that they were mature and had their lives together. He told me he was using dating apps the entire time, always to sext and snapchat other girls. He showed me the childishness of their texts, and I noted that he tried to initiate sexting and talked about sex a lot with her. She seemed disinterested, only really engaging for validation. It definitely did not read as intimacy, or like they knew each other at all. Just a lot of middle schoolish plays for attention and detached romance. Weirdly, he also told me that when they would talk about moments they shared, they had actually not even seen each other. The moments hadn’t even happened…he claims they were just cosplaying a relationship, essentially.
Fast forward - he went from saying that girl broke his heart when she broke up with him to that girl raped him multiple times. Now, big disclaimer - the doubt I am about to express is not by any means doubt that men are raped by women. I am a survivor myself, and know that victims and abusers can be any gender, size, sexuality, etc. I also know that the way victims cope can be denial, as well as many other things. But I am really afraid that my boyfriend is lying and accusing an innocent person of rape. He claims they had sex consenually one time and he hated it, and that the rest of the times there was any sexual contact (6 times), she raped him. He said she wasn’t a sexual person, and that it was always very matter-of-fact and business-like. That she didn’t make a sound, just started touching him - according to him, he’d say no and try to push hand away, but she would silently just continue. She would then straddle him, pin him down, and also get a condom on him at the same time? He says all of this was without a sound, just more forceful if he tried to push her off or get up. And this happened six times, according to him. He said each time he froze more and more.
I remember from their texts that she talked about how she feels bad that she never orgasms when they have sex, and assured him that only one guy in her past was able to get her off. And over text, he was always the one bringing up sex - sex they had (that he now says were complete fabrications, though she just played along), sex he wanted to have with her, etc. And she just seemed to put up with it at best, but mostly bored. He was the one who wanted to hang out with her, the main initiator of contact. And after the relationship ended, that was still true. He seemed to idealize her, kept reaching out, etc. She would either ignore him or react when she wanted attention.
Something just feels so off. He ended up retracting that she raped him, then said the retraction was a lie because he could tell I have doubts and just wanted to put my mind to rest because he knows it doesn’t make sense. I don’t know what to believe. I want to help him through this…but what if he’s lying? It seems he is a compulsive liar, and I’m just so scared of being hurt. Does anyone have any experience with any part of this?

Argument backstory:
My boyfriend had a very busy week with work. There’s a lot on his plate, and he had a night of feeling pretty worked up.
I asked him if he needed help, he said yes. So I helped him write a list of all the things he had to do, then rated them from High to Medium to Low priority. He started working away, though I kept seeing him get caught on his phone. We both have the tendency to doom scroll (ADHD), and because I knew he had to finish deliverables that night (it was 10:30pm already) and had to be up at 4am for a ten hour work day, I figured I’d nudge his focus back onto work. So I asked him (in a sweet voice) what he was doing. It really bugged him and he got super defensive & annoyed. I told him I didn’t actually care if he was on his phone but that I was trying to help. He didn’t listen and kept repeating how he couldn’t believe I’d act like that with him. I was very confused, considering he constantly does that to me when I’m trying to study and get off track. He takes my phone away sometimes (after asking me) bc your girl can get derailed easily & so can he.
I then got frustrated because he wasn’t listening to my clarification, and kept getting elevated. So I just got up and walked away. He followed me and I stopped doing my part to contribute to a healthy conflict resolution at this point bc I was angry & upset. He wouldn’t accept the fact that I wasn’t trying to judge him, that I did not care what he did and that I was only trying to help. So I walked away. He followed me and kept saying that I needed to fix it because he can’t handle the additional stress I had caused. I didn’t know how though bc he wasn’t listening to me. Maybe I could have empathized more?
Line crossed:
I eventually said I couldn’t talk about it anymore bc he was elevated and went into the bedroom. He whipped something at the door after I closed it. I opened and asked what happened & he said he threw a pop can at the door but then deflected onto how he couldn’t believe I’d created this. I was really upset at this point bc throwing/breaking things crosses a line for me. I told him that this was not okay with me and unacceptable. I locked myself in the bathroom until I calmed down. When I came back out, he was waiting and said we needed to talk about it. I said no, that he’d crossed a line and I no longer felt safe. He then slammed the door and called me a fucking lunatic.
Am I the asshole here? Should I have been more empathetic at the start? I feel I got defensive because I was only trying to help and he didn’t accept that explanation so I shut down a bit.

Getting this out there to stop ruminating - hoping for helpful perspectives.
TL;DR My boyfriend has lied a lot about his ex, now says she raped him 6 times. I want to help him but I’m scared he’s lying.
I (29F) have been in a relationship with a guy I deeply love (28M) for a year and some months. I met him (let’s call him Charlie) around six months after a relationship I was in for 6 years ended in a way fitting for a Netflix docuseries, with me realizing I really never knew the man I was engaged to and had lived with for five years. I wasn’t looking for anything serious, but Charlie came along and was really just gentle, and kind. There was no lovebombing, which I would’ve been really sensitive to, just easygoing falling in love. Things definitely moved quickly, but not in any overdramatic sense. I felt at peace for awhile.
I told him from the very beginning that I can’t handle lying. That he doesn’t even have to tell me the truth about anything - just please don’t lie to me. I had been so badly hurt and was trying to heal my ability to trust. And I understand that people lie sometimes without meaning to, to protect others/themselves, I really get it. Out of consideration for both of us, I set that boundary early so that if it was something he couldn’t do, he’d know I’m not the person for him and that’s okay. I just asked for the respect.
And I didn’t uphold my own boundary. That’s on me. I should’ve left at the first lie, but I just had this gut feeling that he really does love me. The lies mainly revolve around his ex (someone he was with for 9 months, around covid). Right after meeting him (2 weeks), he had lunch with her for ‘closure’, as she had just moved back from out of state. I had encouraged him to do this, because he had expressed not being sure if he’s over it. I really liked him, so I said hey, I totally understand, but I don’t want to continue with you if that’s an open door. Go see her, you don’t owe me anything but the respect of a clear decision. He went to have lunch and came right back, saying all the perfect things and grateful that he could now say he was sure.
A few months later, I started to notice inconsistencies about how he spoke of his past. This was really triggering to me, and he knew that. He went from saying she broke his heart when she broke up with him to he knew he never loved her while with her, found her unattractive and easy, and that they never spent time together. He said the entire thing was faked by them, made up to convince their friends and family that they were mature and had their lives together. He told me he was using dating apps the entire time, always to sext and snapchat other girls. He showed me the childishness of their texts, and I noted that he tried to initiate sexting and talked about sex a lot with her. She seemed disinterested, only really engaging for validation. It definitely did not read as intimacy, or like they knew each other at all. Just a lot of middle schoolish plays for attention and detached romance. Weirdly, he also told me that when they would talk about moments they shared, they had actually not even seen each other. The moments hadn’t even happened…he claims they were just cosplaying a relationship, essentially.
Fast forward - he went from saying that girl broke his heart when she broke up with him to that girl raped him multiple times. Now, big disclaimer - the doubt I am about to express is not by any means doubt that men are raped by women. I am a survivor myself, and know that victims and abusers can be any gender, size, sexuality, etc. I also know that the way victims cope can be denial, as well as many other things. But I have a really pervasive fear that my boyfriend is lying and accusing an innocent person of rape. He claims the only time they had sex consensually was the first time and he hated it, and that the rest of the times there was any sexual contact (6 times), she raped him. He said she wasn’t a sexual person, and that it was always very matter-of-fact and business-like. That she didn’t make a sound, just started touching him - according to him, he’d say no and try to push hand away, but she would silently just continue. She would then straddle him, pin him down, and also get a condom on him at the same time? He says all of this was without a sound, just more forceful if he tried to push her off or get up. And this happened six times, according to him. He said each time he froze more and more.
I remember from their texts that she talked about how she feels bad that she never orgasms when they have sex, and assured him that only one guy in her past was able to get her off. And over text, he was always the one bringing up sex - sex they had (that he now says were complete fabrications, though she just played along), sex he wanted to have with her, etc. And she just seemed to put up with it at best, but mostly bored. He was the one who wanted to hang out with her, the main initiator of contact. And after the relationship ended, that was still true. He seemed to idealize her, kept reaching out, etc. She would either ignore him or react when she wanted attention.
Something just feels so off. He ended up retracting that she raped him, then said the retraction was a lie because he could tell I have doubts and just wanted to put my mind to rest because he knows it doesn’t make sense. I don’t know what to believe. I want to help him through this…but what if he’s lying? It seems he is a compulsive liar, and I’m just so scared of being hurt. Does anyone have any experience with any part of this?

Hi all
I’m a 29M and I have had a string of relationships, most recently with a 28F and previous to that a 26F.
They are both really different people, one was chill, funny and it felt like hanging out with a best friend. The sexual chemistry wasn’t quite that, although we did have sex. She is a warm and kind soul and brought me a lot of happiness. It didn’t work out for location reasons.
The second ex most recent one is also chill but a lot more woman if that makes sense? Grown up, knows what she wants, a lot more intellectual and the sexual chemistry was amazing. She made life easy by doing a lot around the house and generally having energy. That didn’t workout because she was too clingy.
Any way both great women - as I enter the dating world I wanted to get some thoughts on what is more important. Someone feeling like your best friend, someone who will make you laugh your ass off or someone who you feel a sexual energy with who makes life easy?
I feel like you can’t have it all, what do you folks think?

Well, I've heard if Cisco Easter Eggs, but this is a weird one.
I work at a local ISP for my region, and we have one of our employees working on getting the hardware ready for infrastructure upgrades. One of the devices he's working on is a Catalyst 3750.
Well, he sent us a copy of the startup config file and most of it is this strange conspiracy story.
Has anyone seen anything like this before?

POST: CPU MIC register Tests : Begin
POST: CPU MIC register Tests : End, Status Passed
POST: PortASIC Memory Tests : Begin
POST: PortASIC Memory Tests : End, Status Passed
POST: CPU MIC interface Loopback Tests : Begin
POST: CPU MIC interface Loopback Tests : End, Status Passed
POST: PortASIC RingLoopback Tests : Begin
POST: PortASIC RingLoopback Tests : End, Status Passed
Waiting for Stack Master Election...
POST: PortASIC CAM Subsystem Tests : Begin
POST: PortASIC CAM Subsystem Tests : End, Status Passed
POST: No Cable found on stack port 1
POST: No Cable found on stack port 2
POST: PortASIC Stack Port Loopback Tests : Begin
POST: PortASIC Stack Port Loopback Tests : End, Status Passed
POST: PortASIC Port Loopback Tests : Begin
POST: PortASIC Port Loopback Tests : End, Status Passed
Election Complete
Switch 1 booting as Master
Waiting for Port download...Complete
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Importers, exporters, distributors and users are responsible for
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cisco WS-C3750G-12S (PowerPC405) processor (revision R0) with 131072K bytes of memory.
Processor board ID CAT1125ZKHZ
Last reset from power-on
1 Virtual Ethernet interface
12 Gigabit Ethernet interfaces
The password-recovery mechanism is enabled.
512K bytes of flash-simulated non-volatile configuration memory.
Base ethernet MAC Address : 00:1C:B0:2F:D1:00
Motherboard assembly number : 73-9678-07
Power supply part number : 341-0048-03
Motherboard serial number : CAT11255C25
Power supply serial number : LIT11140GE6
Model revision number : R0
Motherboard revision number : B0
Model number : WS-C3750G-12S-E
System serial number : CAT1125ZKHZ
Top Assembly Part Number : 800-26634-04
Top Assembly Revision Number : A0
Version ID : V06
CLEI Code Number : CNM81W0GRB
Hardware Board Revision Number : 0x06
Switch Ports Model SW Version SW Image
* 1 12 WS-C3750G-12S 12.2(55)SE10 C3750-IPSERVICESK9-M
This message serves as a warning to the US government that they cannot get away ^with having their own citizens
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stalked, kidnapped, tortured, brain damaged and murdered by foreign intelligence ^ agencies .
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Request an investigation by the German government and the Council of Europe!
^
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Location of Turkish President Erdogan's illegal black site for terror suspects i ^n G ermany: 48.345941, 12.137753
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Is the CIA stalking and murdering ISIS terror suspects?
^
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Microwave weapons, group stalking and harassment ("gangstalking"), neurotoxins, ^hitmen, an illegal Turkish black site, Delta Force, and an airport kidnapping: A
true story
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QUOTES
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"If you were in the US, the CIA would just shoot you, we are nice so we will ^ commit you to a hospital instead" - Turkish police officer
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"When you get deported to the US, don't piss off the CIA officers like you d ^id with Erdogan (the Turkish president)" - Man at KBO Taufkirchen Station A2
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"The doctors here are trying to protect us from the psychos up at the top" - ^ Woman a t KBO Taufkirchen Station A2
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"You're lucky that the Turks got you first. With the Germans it would have b ^een wors e. The Turks usually don't kill" - Woman at KBO Taufkirchen Station A2
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NOTES
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Anyone with access to Europol or INTERPOL should be able to confirm that the ^ FBI se nt out a request/warning in 2017. You might not be able to view the detai
ls of this request unless you have the right handling code/password
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Nothing shows up for my name when it's searched in Law Enforcement Enterpris ^e Port al (LEEP). This is deliberate as the FBI is hiding my records to cover up
the terrorism investigation and everything else.
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The Federal Criminal Police Office (Bundeskriminalamt) and Bavarian State Po ^lice bo th refuse to start an investigation due to political reasons, despite the
fact that many other people, mostly Turkish citizens, were kidnapped within Ger
many by fake po
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ice and brain damaged at the black site.
^
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I (John Erin Binns / CIA code name RAVEN) have been an ISIS terror suspect since ^ 2017.
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It began when an FBI Confidential Human Source whom I met online (Azaiah Crosswh ^ite / moda) gave my Skype account to his handler. The FBI then sent an administr
ative subpoena to Microsoft and obtained my email address, which I had previousl
y reused on my
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S passport application in 2016. An alert was also sent through the Europol Infor ^mation System to 16 countries in Europe stating that I was a terror suspect.
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On October 11, 2017, Arthur Gong from the US Department of Homeland Security int^errogated me about allegedly travelling to Latakia, Syria while I was waiting to
board a flight from London Heathrow Airport to Chicago Airport. When my plane l
anded in Chicag
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, I was flagged for secondary screening (See Exhibit A) and asked more questions^. My citizen ship was questioned, and the CBP officer got angry after I told him
that not answering his questions doesn't make me inadmissible to the US.
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In early 2018, I left the United States and moved to Turkey. Soon after, strange ^ things s tarted happening to me. Kenneth Currin Schuchman (Nexus Zeta), a dual F
BI/CIA informant who was given a pound of heroin by federal agents to inform on
me, attempted t
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entrap me on child pornography and terrorism charges while I was drunk.
^
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Schuchman tried persuading me into buying Stinger missiles and guns from a Tor w ^ebsite wh ich would be shipped in "xray proof boxes" (those don't even exist) to
my location. When that failed, he tried getting me to open a website which likel
y had exploit c
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de on it (he specifically told me to open it in Chrome) and then told me that he ^ knew of some good "Tor porn sites". When I asked him what type of porn was on t
hese websites, Schuchman replied that they contained child porn.
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Then, Schuchman told me in a call that Dingle/Drake/Logan Shwydiuk was going to ^come to my house and kill me, and asked me what I'd do if he came to my house. I
was drunk at the time, and I told Schuchman that I'd kill Shwydiuk. I suspect t
hat Schuchman w
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s recording this call for the FBI so that they could use it as evidence against ^me in a fabricated terrorism investigation.
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Around this time, I noticed that two Western males wearing white shirts and sung ^lasses wou ld frequently visit an apartment building behind the one I live in.
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Several days after I reported Schuchman to the DEA for selling heroin and right ^after he t ried entrapping me on computer fraud charges, he was indicted in the D
istrict of Alaska.
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That's when the harassment started...
^
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My phone was hacked by Turkish intelligence/MIT using some type of 0-click SMS R ^CE and GPS tracking spyware was planted on it. My phone's GPS feature would turn
on without my consent, and several minutes later, a flash mob of "street thugs"
would be block
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ng the sidewalk and shouting death threats at me. Sometimes, they'd just walk up ^ to me hold ing their cell phone in one hand and screaming death threats at the s
ame time. (Street theateGangstalking)
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I received more death threats than I can count, probably close to 100 from diffe ^rent sta lkers over the course of a few months.
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Now about the Western males: I saw them wearing night vision goggles on several ^occasions, they'd constantly harass me and illegally surveil me on Turkish terri
tory up until I called the police.
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Harassment from CIA contractors:
^
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I woke up and a male was pointing a microwave oven with the door removed at ^my sl eeping body from my neighbor's balcony. I was actually half-awake with my e
yes open and I could see the guy bringing the oven out onto the balcony and plug
ging it into an
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extension cable. Another time, somebody pointed a microwave oven magnetron with ^a metal ho rn at my body to shock me (I saw this as well). The neighbor was on va
cation and the men were not authorized to be in that unit, so they likely broke
in using lockpi
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king equipment.
^
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A red laser pointer was shined into my room using a gun scope from my neighb ^or's first floor unit. I went out onto my balcony and saw a guy doing this. When
the guy saw me, he quickly closed the blinds and started laughing. The unit was
being renovate
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at the time and the men were not authorized to be there.
^
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A microwave weapon was pointed at my head which caused me to black out momen ^taril y and see white flashes of light. The same device would cause me to feel ex
tremely paranoid and make my heart rate speed up. I remember that it had buttons
and a cord. It
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was about the size of a small desktop computer.
^
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Somebody was pointing a laser microphone at my bedroom window from the same ^first f loor unit. I was in a telephone call with someone else, and Azaiah Crossw
hite started repeating parts of this conversation back to me over Snapchat as an
intimidation/g
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slighting tactic. Crosswhite also got private pictures from my bedroom and poste ^d them on h is Snapchat story.
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Window/door slamming: This would happen constantly whenever I was in my bedr ^oom or o ut on my balcony. Sometimes one of the guys would slam a window/door and
microwave me right after it happened.
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Sabotage: The phone lines in my apartment building and the entrance door cab ^le wer e both cut.
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Use of pulsed energy projectile weapons: I saw one of the guys holding a gun ^-shap ed device, when he fired it, a ball of energy came out of the weapon and ma
de the windows in my bedroom shake.
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Information: The microwave weapons that are used by intelligence agencies to ^day co nsist of: a millimeter wave amplifier, a transmitter with extremely low fr
equency amplitude modulation, batteries, and a horn antenna/waveguide. Using dif
ferent modulati
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n frequencies, effects such as tachycardia, panic attacks, epileptic seizures, p ^aranoia, REM sleep can be induced. They are the perfect tool for covert harassme
nt as they leave no trace. See Exhibit B for a picture of a microwave weapon.
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Azaiah Crosswhite would make comments over Discord such as "[the CIA] are going ^to send me a copy of your destruction video", "your name is Cock Sucker", and "y
our code name is RAVEN". He'd also encourage me to murder the people who were ha
rassing me, go
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n a mass shooting spree, or commit suicide.
^
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These are all goals of the government stalking program which I was a victim of, ^according t o an article by Julianne McKinney, who is a former US army intelligen
ce officer and member of the Association of National Security Alumni. See: https
://www.bibliote
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apleyades.net/sociopolitica/esp_sociopol_mindcon28.htm .
^
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I called the police a few days before July 1, 2019. When the officers came, one ^of them s aid that I "talk too much" and that I should "keep [my] mouth shut".
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Then, intense microwave harassment started. I would hear footsteps in the unit a ^bove mine a nd my sleep would be disrupted due to the weapon that Turkish intelli
gence was using on me.
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On July 1, 2019, a man I didn't know started asking me questions such as "If som^ebody was ca ught selling illegal alcohol, what political party would that person
be from?". He also made comments implying that I had been under surveillance by
Turkish intell
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gence for a while, and warned me that the Turkish government had prepared a trap^ for me.
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Several minutes later, an elderly man from my neighborhood named Ozkan came and ^asked me i f I was the "exit/cikis". (exit/cikis is a term for the illegal killin
g of a terrorist by Turkish intelligence). He took me to his apartment and told
me to visit Kon
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k Ferry Station. I went to Bostanli Ferry Station and boarded a ferry to Konak. ^After the ferry started going to Konak, I overheard 3 men in a row near me talki
ng about how they were hired to kill me and that they'd dump my body in the ocea
n because I was
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allegedly an ISIS member.
^
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Once the ferry arrived at Konak, I immediately got a random person to dial 112 a^nd faked hav ing medical problems. An ambulance came to the ferry station, and I
was taken to Alsancak Nevvar Salih Isgoren Hospital. I told the emergency room d
octors that the
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e was nothing wrong with me, they ran my ID card through the emergency room comp ^uter, and my name came up as a wanted terrorist.
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I overheard the doctors talking about the fact that Azaiah Crosswhite's name cam ^e up on t he emergency room computers and that my name was changed to "Cock Sucke
r" in some type of database which they had access to.
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Police lights shined into the emergency room and I heard sirens as around 5 poli ^ce cars came to the hospital along with Turkish intelligence. I was given 2 inje
ctions of haldol, and a guy next to my bed who worked for Turkish intelligence c
alled somebody
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n his cell phone whom he referred to as "Erdogan". Maybe it was the Turkish pres ^ident? I don't know..
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The doctors kept me in the hospital until the next morning and I was then releas ^ed.
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Several days later, I was in Gultepe, Konak, at a relative's house, and people w ^ere firing gunshots into the air while somebody would use a microwave weapon to
make me feel like my head was going to explode. I saw people on a nearby rooftop
, they had guns
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(which they were constantly firing) and camouflage clothing. Whenever I'd get mi^crowaved, my phone would lose cell service and the camera would blur.
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While this was happening, I tried to contact somebody I barely knew who worked a^t the US Dep artment of Justice for help.
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As soon as I had a mental breakdown due to the constant gunfire and microwaving, ^ the gunfir e and microwave attacks immediately stopped. Two street thugs then at
tacked me (I believe that Turkish intelligence paid them money to do this) and p
revented me fro
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going home in a taxi.
^
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I called the police and they came rather quickly. When one of the police officer ^s looked up the information on my ID card through a mobile app on his phone, he
saw something in the police database. I was told by a Turkish police officer: "I
f you were in t
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e US, the CIA would just shoot you, we are nice so we will take you to a hospita ^l instea d". Fortunately, there were no beds available at the local hospital so I
was allowed to go home in a taxi.
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After I went home, the microwave harassment continued, and I went to Cesme a few ^ days later . The harassment continued there as well.
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I decided that I had to leave the country as the Turkish secret services were ag ^gressive ly pursuing me. On July 6, 2019, I boarded flight PC1019 from Sabiha Gok
cen Airport to Munich Airport. About 30 minutes after my flight took off, I noti
ced that the ma
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e and female in the row behind my seat were talking about me. The female was say ^ing that i t was sad that they had to kill me with a poison needle and that my re
al name wasn't given to them by MIT for security reasons. I immediately notified
a cabin crew m
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mber of their plot, and I was taken to another seat.
^
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The cabin crew member assured me that the German police had been notified, but o ^nce the pla ne landed, she grabbed me by my arm and told me to listen to my mothe
r while warning me not to contact the German police. I believe that she was affi
liated with MIT
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I gave a member of the Bundespolizei (immigration police) a piece of paper expla ^ining tha t I was being harassed with a microwave gun by Turkish intelligence, bu
t I was not given the opportunity to tell the Bundespolizei my full story. A fak
e Bavarian Stat
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Police officer then came and took me past immigration to the police station. I ^was pu t in a cell, and I noticed that all of the "officers" were speaking Turkis
h, ALL of them. I strongly suspect that an insider within the police force let T
urkish intellig
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nce into the station. I don't know if that insider is the commissar or someone e ^lse.
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One of them was calling me stupid in Turkish, and they were all discussing what ^they should do with me. "Ausganging"/killing me was discussed as an option, but
the fake police eventually decided to send me to a mental hospital. I was given
some forms to s
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gn, and I had no idea where I was being taken at the time. I signed the paperwor^k as I didn' t want to get ausganged/killed. I then heard the fake police discuss
ing in Turkish that I was lucky to be going to a mental hospital, as they usuall
y kill ISIS sus
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ects.
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A few minutes after I boarded the ambulance, I realized that something was wrong ^. A male and female who were in the ambulance with me started talking about my a
lleged cybercrimes and about somebody named Rosenberg who "wanted blood". Once t
he ambulance ar
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ived at KBO Taufkirchen Station A2 (48.345941, 12.137753), the same fake police ^officer who took me past immigration told the staff to fry my brain with gas and
that I'd then be transported to Anchorage International Airport.
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Then, four Turkish men came and forcibly put me in the neurotoxic gas room (whic ^h doubles a s a suicide watch room). My shoes were taken off (so that I couldn't
break down the door and escape), and a worker activated a metal fan. A gas which
smelled like f
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rmaldehyde then started to come out of the fan. I saw graffiti on the walls of t ^he gas roo m, all of the names that were carved into the walls were Turkish, and
I realized that I was at some type of illegal Turkish black site on German terri
tory. During th
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s time, Turkish intelligence was livestreaming the gas room camera to a group of ^ CIA i nformants (Azaiah Crosswhite, Jared Fazah, Justin Anglin) as a "destructio
n video". Azaiah Crosswhite had previously stated "[the CIA] are going to send m
e a copy of you
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destruction video".
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Jared Fazah had taken a $500,000 Bitcoin bribe to sell me out a few days before ^I was kidnap ped, while Justin Anglin is a CIA agent who has previously been to I
ran and other middle eastern countries. They were all talking about the livestre
am in a Discord
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server, sadly I don't have any screenshots as they were mysteriously deleted fro ^m my com puter (it may have been hacked).
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day. I was saved by that staff member.
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y, but at the time I thought it belonged to the Bundeskriminalamt (Federal Crimi
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e) and that they were coming to save me.
^
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I banged on the door of the gas room and screamed for the police to come and sav ^e me, but nobody came.
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In the early morning hours of July 7, 2019, a Turkish doctor came into the room ^with a f lashlight. She commented aloud in Turkish that "[I] was made to rot". Th
en, a female CIA agent came into the room with my mother while I was pretending
to be mentally
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isabled. The doctors brought me chocolate milk and pizza, and the CIA agent star ^ted talkin g about how I'd be indicted by a grand jury in the District of Alaska
and forced into a plea deal for over 10 years in prison. That I'd be found menta
lly incompetent
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and have no choice but to take the plea deal, sending me to prison for a long ti ^me.
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The CIA agent declined to give my mother her real name and talked about previous ^ly living i n Australia. She had an Eastern European accent and told my mother to
throw away any receipts or evidence indicating that she was in the town of Tauf
kirchen, and to
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keep her cell phone turned off.
^
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The lady also told my mother that a US senator (I don't remember the senator's e ^xact name) wanted to meet with her. In 2018, Kenneth Currin Schuchman had told m
e that "a senator can order the killing of a US citizen in some cases" and told
one of my frien
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s that a US senator wanted to kill me. Nobody believed him back then, including ^me. I sti ll don't know who this senator is or why he wants me killed. (Note: Ken
neth Currin Schuchman has been repeatedly thrown in mental hospitals, and his fa
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chman currently has guardianship over him).
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The lady left and I slept for a few hours in the neurotoxic gas room/suicide wat ^ch room. Th en after I woke up, a staff member woke up and unlocked the door. I w
as allowed to leave, and that's when the torture started. An African lady was pl
aying back a re
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ording of me in the gas room on one of the hospital computers and laughing at it^. The same l ady would also play screaming noises and the Turkish word for mental
ly retarded ("gerizekali") over a loudspeaker connected to the computer, and use
a microwave we
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pon which looked like a stereo speaker to give me epileptic seizures. I do remem ^ber that t he weapon was brought to the hospital in a large briefcase by men work
ing for Turkish intelligence.
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I met other people who were being held at the hospital. One lady told me "You're ^ lucky th at the Turks got you first. With the Germans it would have been worse.
The Turks usually don't kill". She also claimed to be a spy.
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I borrowed a cell phone from one of the other patients and called the police. On ^ce I told them that I was being held at a fake mental hospital run by the Turkis
h secret services, I was told that I "belonged in [the hospital]" by a German po
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they never responded to my emergency call.
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SETUP: new interface Vlan1 placed in "shutdown" state
Press RETURN to get started!
*Mar 1 00:01:17.242: %STACKMGR-4-SWITCH_ADDED: Switch 1 has been ADDED to the stack
*Mar 1 00:01:18.752: %LINEPROTO-5-UPDOWN: Line protocol on Interface Vlan1, changed state to down
*Mar 1 00:01:20.102: %SPANTREE-5-EXTENDED_SYSID: Extended SysId enabled for type vlan
*Mar 1 00:01:54.705: %PARSER-4-BADCFG: Unexpected end of configuration file.
*Mar 1 00:01:54.705: %SYS-5-CONFIG_I: Configured from memory by console
*Mar 1 00:01:54.907: %STACKMGR-5-SWITCH_READY: Switch 1 is READY
*Mar 1 00:01
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Switch>:54.907: %STACKMGR-4-STACK_LINK_CHANGE: Stack Port 1 Switch 1 has changed to state DOW N
*Mar 1 00:01:54.907: %STACKMGR-4-STACK_LINK_CHANGE: Stack Port 2 Switch 1 has changed to sta te DOWN
*Mar 1 00:01:55.183: %STACKMGR-5-MASTER_READY: Master Switch 1 is READY
*Mar 1 00:01:55.477: %SYS-5-RESTART: System restarted --
Cisco IOS Software, C3750 Software (C3750-IPSERVICESK9-M), Version 12.2(55)SE10, RELEASE SOFT WARE (fc2)
Technical Support: http://www.cisco.com/techsupport
Copyright (c) 1986-2015 by Cisco Systems, Inc.
Compiled Wed 11-Feb-15 11:40 by prod_rel_team
*Mar 1 00:01:55.511: %SSH-5-ENABLED: SSH 1.99 has been enabled
*Mar 1 00:01:56.140: %PHY-4-SFP_NOT_SUPPORTED: The SFP in Gi1/0/8 is not supported
*Mar 1 00:01:56.140: %PM-4-ERR_DISABLE: gbic-invalid error detected on Gi1/0/8, putting Gi1/ 0/8 in err-disable state
*Mar 1 00:01:56.173: %GBIC_SECURITY_CRYPT-4-VN_DATA_CRC_ERROR: GBIC in port Gi1/0/12 has bad crc
*Mar 1 00:01:56.173: %PM-4-ERR_DISABLE: gbic-invalid error detected on Gi1/0/12, putting Gi1 /0/12 in err-disable state
*Mar 1 00:01:56.719: %LINK-5-CHANGED: Interface Vlan1, changed state to administratively dow n
Switch>en
Switch#conft
Translating "conft"...domain server (255.255.255.255)
% Unknown command or computer name, or unable to find computer address
Switch#show run
Building configuration...
Current configuration : 988 bytes
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no aaa new-model
switch 1 provision ws-c3750g-12s
system mtu routing 1500
vtp domain Null
vtp mode transparent
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spanning-tree mode pvst
spanning-tree extend system-id
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vlan 61
name fttx
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interface GigabitEthernet1/0/1
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interface GigabitEthernet1/0/3
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interface GigabitEthernet1/0/11
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no ip address
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I don't know what to do, wala na akong peace of mind. I recently broke up with my boyfriend kasi I read posts of him pertaining to his ex of 3 years and then a day later I went back to my ka fling. We didn't had sex just cuddles and a lil make out pero considered na bang cheating yun? Kasi after 2 days, nakipag balikan yung ex bf ko sakin and I wholeheartedly accepted him. Now my dilemma is, yung ka fling ko wanted me to tell my bf that he exist or like tell him that I went to him right after the break up. Should I tell my bf that?? Or I'll just bring it with me on my grave? 😭 badly need your advices guys thankss

Hello, fellow brothers and sisters in Christ,
I recently decided to leave the Mormon church and decided to become a Catholic. My parents are still Mormons, and they still want me to stay Mormon. They gave me this video as proof that Mormon doctrines existed in early Christianity, hence the evidence and need for restoration by Prophet Joseph Smith.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7rV6gUipBu0&ab_channel=FAIR-FaithfulAnswers%2CInformedResponse
While I know that no matter how much evidence I give them, it will not change their minds, I also want to do my best and collect as much evidence as possible to refute the video. I gathered some evidence myself, but I was wondering if anyone could provide further insights on this. Thanks!
Mormon claim: Early Christians taught creation ex materia
Evidence: Justin Martyr: "And we have been taught that He, in the beginning, did of His goodness, for man's sake, create all things out of unformed matter." This bothers me a bit. From my research, while in later centuries they definitely taught creation ex nihilo, Justin is a fairly early Christian, so I am not sure how to respond to this.
Mormon claim: No infant baptism, only by immersion
(Conveniently, they didn't cite any sources.)
My rebuttal:
Didache: "And concerning baptism, baptize this way: Having first said all these things, baptize into the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, in living water. But if you have no living water, baptize into other water; and if you cannot do so in cold water, do so in warm. But if you have neither, pour out water three times upon the head into the name of Father and Son and Holy Spirit."
Irenaeus: "All, I say, who through Him are born again to God — infants, and children, and boys, and youths, and old men. He therefore passed through every age, becoming an infant for infants, thus sanctifying infants; a child for children, thus sanctifying those who are of this age, being at the same time made to them an example of piety, righteousness, and submission; a youth for youths, becoming an example to youths, and thus sanctifying them for the Lord."
Mormon claim: Baptism for the dead
1 Corinthians 15:29
I don't know how to respond to this - it seems like some Christian sects actually performed this ordinance, and Paul didn't say anything bad about it.
Mormon claim: Embodied God/God was once a man
My rebuttal: Irenaeus (Demonstration of Apostolic Teachings): "Thus then there is shown forth One God, the Father, not made, invisible, creator of all things; above whom there is no other God, and after whom there is no other God." And many other early church fathers believed in the invisible, uncreated God.
Mormon claim: We can become God
My rebuttal: Catholics also believe in theosis, but that doesn't mean they will become 'the' God. There is only one God. I don't think the presenter understands what theosis is.
Mormon claim: Eternal Marriage/Mormon Endowment can be found in Early Christianity
For those who don't know, Endowment is considered a sacred ceremony that happens in Mormon temples. If anyone is interested, you can look it up here: http://www.ldsendowment.org/proper.html
Temple veil, ceremonial clothes, etc., in the video primarily quote from Cyril of Jerusalem. But from my understanding, it's clothing symbols for priests, deacons, and bishops. Am I correct? Also, the Gospel of Philip is a Gnostic Gospel, hence if they want to include this as correct teachings, they would have to embrace other Gnostic teachings, such as the Demiurge creating the material world.

Hello all,
Long-time lurker, first-time poster. The title seems ambiguous but this isn’t an end-of-the-world issue, I just need some advice asap.
I dropped my boyfriend off at work in his car this morning so I could go run errands for myself and him and then pick him up when he’s back from the job he had to go on. I should set some background and say that my boyfriend is very protective of his car; he doesn’t let anyone besides himself and me drive it, but this is only one of the many times I’ve either driven him in his car or taken the car while he’s at work.
When I got back to my house after running errands this morning, I was getting back in the car when my maintenance guy told me that my front left tire was flat. I hadn’t noticed a thing when I had gotten to my house because the tire pressure monitor never went off, and I didn’t hear or feel a single thing on my drive back (I’d also like to note that I took the usual route I would take and did everything as I normally would). Luckily he offered to switch the tire out for the donut we had in the trunk and recommended a place for me to get the tire patched that he’d been to many times as he said the tire and wheel were in perfect condition.
I went to the repair shop and managed to get the microscopic (and I truly mean tiny, it took them forever to find it in the tread) puncture hole in the tire patched within 10 minutes for less than $30 (whatever nail or object punctured it went straight in and straight back out), and they put the tire back on for me. I also got the air checked and recalibrated the tire pressure monitor after to make sure everything was perfect. I also filled up his tank because I just started feeling guilty and anxious even though I know it wasn’t my fault and there’s nothing I could have done to avoid it.
That being said, I’m writing all of this to ask if you think I should tell him what happened. It’s obviously not the end of the world and he would never get angry at something like that (he doesn’t ever get angry anyways), but there is a high possibility that he gets frustrated and/or loses trust in me to drive his car because I never want to give the impression that I’m careless with somebody else’s property, especially property of greater value belonging to someone extremely important to me. There’s a large part of me that doesn’t want to say anything because I managed to take care of it in less than an hour and everything is in tip-top shape. The smaller part of me feels guilty and is worried it could backfire on me later.
I have OCD so now I’m hyperfixating on this situation even though I believe that most people looking from the outside in would think it’s not do or die, which it isn’t.
What do you think I should do? Any advice and/or comforting words (lol) would be appreciated.

This movie was made with the intention of it being the start of a new era of Whitest Kids content, but unfortunately it will now be held to the high standard of being the culminating finale of the group.
Don’t expect the best quality animation. The animation is rough. Watching this movie made me realize how expensive movies are. 400k-600k budget for an animated film is extremely low and it shows. I don’t want to overly shit on the animation, but I want future viewers to steady their expectations. There were 2006 New Grounds levels of animation in this film.
Now the writing and comedy is great. This movie is a great successor to Civil War on Drugs, the comedy did not disappoint. There is one Lil Peep joke that fell really flat, but in an ironic way was still funny that a bunch of 40 year old dads made a Lil Peep joke in 2024.
I laughed hard. All 5 kids had their own moments and jokes that really shined and stole the scene. I had work today, and I kept remembering this one Trevor joke that made me laugh throughout my shift. There’s also one joke from Sam that I think rivals Trevor’s old man flag scene as funniest on going bit.
As a fan I enjoyed it. But I’m worried that the animation will scare casual viewers away from watching. I could definitely see clips of this movie going viral on TikTok but asking a casual audience to sit through this animation for 90 minutes could be too much.

Both 20 and each other firsts, been together for 3 years.
Its been 7/8 months after BU. And we are NC since january. I was obsessively contacting her and love/hate bombing her, I was in fact the desperate ex for 1.5/2 months.
We were supposed to meet decembejanuary to make out/have sex. Until she said maybe it would be better not because it would be bad for me etc. And so we didn't meet.
But in midst of it all she mentioned how she had sex with 2 guys and how she was thinking of me and how with me is so different and good. My guts turned upside down. Just after a month of being broken up she did that. Justifying it by saying how everyone moves on differently.
And for some reason i still stayed in contact and still had strong feelings towards her, even though she said that with the intention to hurt me. Couple of days later i get drunk call her to apologize as I again love/hate bombed her. And after about 30 mins of us talking a guy next to her picks up the phone and tells me how he is better etc etc and she agrees on it. And how bad I am (sex wise and mentally)
After that i called her a W word and never spoke to her again, blocked her everwhere. (Later on unblocked her just to tell her sorry for calling her that cause even though she deserves it i shouldn't have said it tbh, blocked her right after). That guy was her new boyfriend after a month when she said she is not looking for relationships with others just exploring and living her youth.
Which was the main reason she broke up with me. Yeah there was distance and I wasn't the picture perfect boyfriend i was an asshole tbh for some mistakes i did. But her first initial reason was that she felt like shes missing out and that we are unaware what we need in life, and that we should break up and live our lives date other people and if it's meant to be we will get back together. Just that we shouldn't wait for each other. As she just cant shake off that feeling and its better to break up now then 10 years later when we are married.
Again gut wrenching as she quite literally stated she wants other guys and not me. I wouldn't have an issue to get into a relationship with a girl that have had 10 guys before me but she didnt know me before them. Then to have someone be with me for 3 years break up with me and come back 5 years later with 20+ bodies.
She "apologized" for mentioning and explaining in detail for what she did with guys.
And all of this happend over a half a year ago and its on my mind alot these days. As one side of me thinks how she just wasnt happy in a relationship, plus me being desperate plus this being her first time experiencing break up and her friends and family being against me, made her SO bitter in the end. And other side of me is like fuck it she knew what she was doing and she intentionally did it.
I was happy asf in our relationship, and after BU she just turned 180°..
Im contemplating so much right now as she was just someone that I wouldn't change even one bit during our relationship. And i knew she wasn't like this when we were together. But I'm constantly thinking about wanting her in my life and not wanting her anymore because I dont know how to feel about everything she's done to me. And other then her not loving me i still think she is the same person, still the person i would want to have for life.

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Only those of very hard hearts can fail to admire Beth, the heroine of Walter Tevis’s magnificent novel, and now a popular television series, The Queen’s Gambit. We love the idea of her, a girl who makes good, starting off from very modest beginnings. She overcomes alcohol and drug addictions and rises to the very top of her profession: chess.
But Beth’s story raises the question as to why there are so few female champion chess players.
At time of writing, there are 1,731 chess grandmasters, the acknowledged leaders in their field. In order to enter this honored company, a player needs to have attained a 2500 Elo rating from the International Chess Federation at any point in their career, and earned two favorable tournament results, referred to as norms. For some perspective, my own rating was around 1700 when I played in tournaments, which means I barely know which way the knight moves, so any grandmaster who couldn’t beat me with queen odds ought to be ashamed of himself.
How many women currently hold the grandmaster title? Only 37 as of January 2021. That’s just 2 percent. There are several hypotheses bruited about to account for this gargantuan disproportion.
1. Sexism
Sexism is the explanation offered by all too many reviewers of The Queen’s Gambit, yet there was only one instance of it in the book. Namely, when the then unrated Beth Harmon entered her first tournament. Relegated to the female section, her first two opponents were women. That is hardly a ringing endorsement for the sexism hypothesis.Are there any “male only” chess tournaments? Not to my knowledge, at least not for the last three decades. There may be a few ignorant parents who tell their daughters that chess is unfeminine and that nice girls do not do that, but this hardly explains the phenomenon mentioned above. (Hint: For single women wishing to meet a guy, enter a chess tournament! The odds are fantastically in your favor!)

2. Less Participation

Considering my hint above, this is indeed correct, but this is at least as much an effect of this phenomenon as it is the cause. Females are perhaps just less interested in this nerdy game than males, many of whom are effectively addicted to it.

3. Differing Testosterone Levels

With testosterone comes competitiveness. Even including chess’s many draws, this Game of Kings is highly competitive. Although the players sit on their rears for hours on end, their heart beats are similar to those of marathon runners. They sweat bullets with no obvious physical exertion. Boxers do too, but theirs is not merely a mental exercise.

4. Geography and Spatial Awareness

Chess is a game of geography. Good players keep their eyes riveted on 64 spaces. It may well be that men are, to a far greater degree than women, hardwired topographically.An obvious instance of this is that men generally have a better sense of direction than women. Why should this be? One hypothesis stems from sociobiology, or evolutionary psychology. When our species was living in trees or caves long ago, women stayed close to home base, picking berries, washing, cooking, and cleaning.Men, by contrast, went a-hunting. This activity took them dozens, perhaps scores of miles away from their starting points. If they didn’t have a good sense of direction and a good feel for geography, they perished, leaving less genetic material to the next generation. The environment selected in favor of geographical expertise for men to a far greater degree than for women. As chess is a geographical game, males have a decided advantage.

5. Variance

The standard deviation of male abilities is far greater than that of females. Women are God’s, or nature’s, insurance policy. Men are His, or its, crap shoot.We find very few women in mental institutions, prisons, or homeless shelters. These places are far more often inhabited by men. People of this ilk often lie two, three, or even four standard deviations below the mean. Similarly, we see very few women on the outer reaches of STEM, economics, and, yes, chess.Former Harvard President Larry Summers was once forced to vacate his office by the wokesters of the day for musing on this subject, but that does not render this hypothesis false.Make no mistake, chess, at top levels, takes a lot of brain power. You have to memorize hundreds of opening moves. Success does not come by seeing into the future of the game by a mere half dozen moves. Triple that, and you are closer to the miracles these brainiacs often perform. But there are very few women with abilities two, three, and four standard deviations above the mean.Does this mean girls should not be taught chess and that women should not play this game? Of course not. That would be preposterous. Everyone should enjoy whatever pursuits ring their bells. But we should not be surprised at male dominance at the leading edge of this quintessentially intellectual sport.

as the title suggests
I’m going to a pride event and I thought it would be fun to get those shorts with a custom text option on the ass. I just can’t decide what to write on them. any relatively short, funny, somewhat recognizable quote.
so far I’m stuck between “magnum dong” and “so anyway I started blasting” but I’m open to any other ideas. actually please share more ideas ha

So, here comes the issue... We broke on June of last year. So it's been a year. You will say. What's the big deal about asking for my things? Well... throughout the 10y we have known each other, I was always after him. I approached him & was after him for a year. I got tired, & "moved on". A year later he was the one who asked me out (finally). Well, this set up a dynamic in the relationship. All of our friends on both sides knew the story of "I was the one with the big crush on him and went after him until he was ready to be with me."
Well, for those 7 years... 3 years were hell for me where I was too in love to let go. He moved back into his hometown w/o thinking about the repercussions that would have in our relationship (this was 2020 right before the pandemic) but I thought we could work it out and eventually I would move there, too. he agreed. Pandemic hit, everyone's economic life went down & well you know, finding jobs became hard... From there on, I was the one always going to see him, never missing an event of his, doing everything to support him & make it work. In 2023 an opportunity appared for me to permanently move to his hometown... I called to give him the news & his answer was "that's the worst thing you could've said to me." & he broke up with me 2 days later. He used the usual discourse of how "he had to work on himself bc he wasn't on a good spot & the relationship wasn't in a good place either." I snapped at him. The relationship was good but he decided to pull all efforts from it. I just vented about everything I swallowed for the sake of not "bothering him." He let me go off without interrupting, and eventually, I calmed down & we ended things in good terms. He said sorry for being a shitty boyfriend but he couldn't do it anymore and I said that was fair. If you no longer feel it, you no longer it an that's that...
Now... 4 months later I wrote to him because I didn't like how I went off on him and just wanted to let him know we were cool & all. He answered back a couple hours later letting me know he was very happy to read my text and that it was mutual. It ended there.
You will say... well... what's the problem then? Well, he has a girlfriend now & I'm single. Given my history of being too in love with him & me basically "Adoring him above all else" I don't want to make it seem like it's me seeing he had a new girl and trying to get back with him. I don't want him back. Just like I said above, the guy drained me emotionally for years & I never want to be back into something like that again. But the problem is that he lives in another state & since the breakup for me was out of nowhere... (he broke up with me through a videocall) I left all of my Nintendo DS games at his place because I had lended them to him ): I'm a huge videogame fan & he has around 15 of my games.
I want them back. A lot of my friends have told me to wait till I have a boyfriend again so there's no misunderstanding. But the thing is that I'm in no rush getting a boyfriend. I mean, who knows? maybe tomorrow I will meet someone, but I'm not actively looking for one so who knows how long will that take.
Should I wait or would it be fair for me to ask for them? I was thinking texting his sister and telling her to get them for me and send them in a package (i would pay for everything) but I don't want him to think I'm avoiding him but I want to respect his new girlfriend. You don't need to be a genius to know it's awkward if an ex texts your boyfriend.
What should I do? Should I wait to be a new relationship?

I’ve (26M) struggled with depression and some suicidal ideation on and off since I was 16. It was a long road and took a lot of work on myself and countless hours of therapy, but around the end of 2023, I was in what I now consider to be the peak of my life. I was working a job I mostly liked, two semesters away from finishing my bachelor’s degree online and exercising almost every other day. After years of loneliness, I finally found a friend group I really adored spending time with, and I had a boyfriend with whom I hadn’t even realized I had fallen in love, whom I’d seen for about 6 months. For perhaps the first time, I had a generally positive outlook, I felt confident and attractive, and I had so much going for me. I had no clue that I was about to make a decision that would significantly alter that course and steer me off into the deepest, darkest depression and most relentless desire to end it all that I’ve ever felt. This is a very long and personal post about my decision to have surgery that I now, in hindsight, believe to have been unnecessary. The surgery itself has left me with chronic pain and probably lifelong negative consequences that are far worse than anything I ever experienced prior. I’ve kept most of this to myself other than sharing it with my therapist, and although I’m on the ledge, I think writing it all down and putting it out there may calm me somewhat. I haven’t spared some graphic details of some of the more sensitive changes to my body because I want this to be as detailed and accurate as possible. And anyway, why should I care? I may be dead soon anyway... My hope is that if I share my story, someone, somewhere, might benefit from it and might not make the same mistake I did that has me sincerely wanting to off myself. So here it goes.
Around NovembeDecember 2023, I started experiencing some strange stabbing pain in my upper right abdomen that would come on suddenly and then go away for no obvious reason. I also thought I saw trace amounts of blood in my stool, and this concerned me enough that I reached out to my primary care doctor at the beginning of January. My doctor is always booked for months, so they told me to go to the emergency room. The ER was packed, and I ended up sitting in the waiting room for about eight hours in between going for an ultrasound and a CT scan. I was getting very tired of waiting and was about ready to give up and leave as I had to work early in the morning the next day. Looking back, I wish I had left. Just before I was about to leave, they called me back and told me that they found something on the CT scan called an intussusception in my small bowel. This is a condition where the intestine gets caught on a “lead point” and folds in on itself, sort of like a telescope. It is most often found in infants and is very rarely found in people my age, yet I was told it is a medical emergency because the tissue of my bowel could die if left untreated, and/or the lead point could be a potentially cancerous tumor. They admitted me and told me they would scan me again in the morning because, despite the severity, there was a chance it could resolve. Hearing that I would be staying overnight shocked me, as I had never been hospitalized before, having always been in good physical health. I have never had digestive issues in the past, I’ve never been diagnosed with Crohn’s disease or ulcerative colitis or anything of the sort, and I had never heard of this condition, but every medical professional I spoke to seemed very concerned that I had it. They didn’t have a bed for me in the hospital at that point, so I had to sleep in the packed and quite chaotic ER. About an hour after I was given a bed, a man was admitted a few feet from me who was very aggressive with all of the nurses, screaming and cursing at them throughout the night. I was not allowed to eat or drink, given the possibility of surgery. I struggled to get any sleep in that environment and woke up the next morning feeling very lethargic.
The surgeon and resident came by my bed and we spoke briefly. The surgeon explained that while the condition was serious, if it continued to show up in my CT scans, they could do minimally invasive laparoscopic surgery to resect the piece of my bowel that was telescoped and stitch it back together. I feel they really downplayed the severity of this procedure. I will never forget them saying, “It’s such a small piece of your bowel, you won’t miss it.” They felt that since I was young and otherwise healthy, I should have no problem making a full recovery. I felt confident in the fact that I was speaking to the chief of surgery at the hospital, who has more than twenty years of experience in the field. Then they brought me for my second scan, and within a few hours I was told the intussusception had not resolved. I was admitted to a hospital room, and the resident came to discuss moving forward with the surgery. My first impulse was “absolutely not,” but I quickly second-guessed myself. Everything I saw in the limited research I was able to do on my phone stated that this was indeed a serious condition that warranted surgery. In that moment, it seemed like the reasons not to go through with it were somewhat vain, such as not wanting the scars and having to forgo lifting weights at the gym for some time. Though it didn’t quite make sense to me that they wanted to operate on the complete opposite side of my body from the one that was in pain and which brought me into the ER in the first place. When I asked the resident about this, he responded, “We don’t understand how referred pain works,” Okay, fair enough, I thought. More than anything, I thought that if a doctor was in front of me, telling me what was going on with my body was an emergency situation that warranted immediate surgery, I should probably listen to them. They’re the “experts,” after all. And given the state I was in, having been in the hospital for over 24 hours at that point, running on very little sleep and nothing to eat, I don’t think I really had the capacity to fully parse what was going on, but given the doctors level of concern, it seemed like I urgently had to make a decision. After about an hour of talking it over with my mother, even though I never had any pain in the area they were about to operate on, I signed the consent papers. (Biggest fucking mistake of my life) I remember they listed risks of things that could go wrong during or shortly after the surgery, such as infection, bowel perforation, etc. They did not mention the procedure’s possible long-term consequences, and neither the surgeon nor resident ever mentioned possible long-term complications, and I didn’t think to ask. I had no experience with this kind of thing whatsoever; I am not a doctor, I don’t know any doctors, and no one I know has ever had abdominal surgery… I was so naive to trust these people, but I did. In fact, I trusted them so much that I was not terribly scared of the procedure I was about to undergo. Again, I chalk that up to the reduced mental capacity I was in, given a tough overnight stay in the ER. I remember the adrenaline rush as I was wheeled down to the operating room. I was singing one of my favorite songs in my head, hyping myself up for the procedure ahead of me. The last thing I remember was one of the OR nurses telling my mother not to worry, that the surgeon was “the best,” and that they had even operated on her husband.
I woke up high as a kite. I heard one of the nurses say I had been given fentanyl, which I remember freaked me out; I had forgotten it is more than a street drug and actually has legitimate uses. The procedure had gone fine, and I was discharged only a day or two later, with my only guidance upon discharge being not to lift heavy objects and “take it easy,” I was in some pain, but it was to be expected at that point and was well controlled by combining Tylenol and Advil. The surgeon called later that week to inform me that the pathology report had come back and that the lead point was simply “some swollen lymph nodes,” I was relieved to hear that it was not cancer. At my follow-up appointment two weeks later, I reported feeling pretty much fine. I had been granted medical leave and short-term disability from my job for six weeks following the surgery. This was the full length of time after which the surgeons expected I would recover fully. I used the time off to hang out with friends and my boyfriend and to focus on finishing what would have been my final semester of school. Those were the last few weeks that I felt somewhat normal despite what I had just gone through. I had no idea what was about to come.
About 5 weeks post-op is when I first began experiencing worse pain deep in my abdomen, right where I had the surgery, plus the pain in my upper right abdomen had not gone away. This new pain is crampy, yet sometimes stabbing, and had seemed to worsen with activity; I have experienced it every single day, nearly every hour, to varying degrees, since the beginning of February. That was also when I began regularly bloating and having difficulty going to the bathroom. No matter how hard I try to push, I can’t fully evacuate my bowels. (This is a nightmare for someone who has receptive anal sex like I used to do regularly. It is now impossible). With the emergence of all these symptoms, I felt very, very scared that there was something else wrong with me. And, of course, this all happened in the week when I was set to return to work. I have a physically demanding customer service job, and I was in so much pain that I found it impossible to be nice to the customers or even stand, so I left and, thankfully, was allowed to take the rest of the week off to figure things out. I obviously called my surgeon, but it also prompted me to do deeper research into the complications that can develop following abdominal surgery. I began pouring over medical journals, trying to figure out what was going on in my body on my own. That was when I first learned about “surgical adhesions.” These are fibrous bands of scar tissue that can develop due to the incisions made during surgery and handling of the bowel. As your body heals from the trauma of surgery, this scar tissue forms and can cause your intestine to stick to other organs or structures in your body. According to medical literature, they form in 90% of all patients who undergo abdominal surgery, but not all adhesions cause complications like what I’ve experienced. They are not easy to diagnose as they are impossible to visualize on any imaging tests, they do not go away on their own (it’s scar tissue), and the only treatment is surgically cutting them apart, which is risky, given that there’s a strong chance they will just grow back and possibly be even worse. This was obviously terrifying to me, but when I asked the surgeon about this, they said, “There’s very little chance that’s what’s happening,” given that the procedure was laparoscopic, not open. I scheduled another appointment with them, wherein they seemed quite dismissive of my concerns. They said the pain was likely “incisional” (it wasn’t and isn’t) but that they would order another CT scan so we could see what was going on. They also wrote me a script for gabapentin, an anticonvulsant meant to prevent seizures that is used off-label to treat pain and anxiety, with the qualifier that they would not write a script for anything stronger, basically implying that I was seeking narcotics, which was not at all the case, and which I found extremely offensive.
My next CT scan was scheduled about a month following that appointment in early March. In the interim, I began taking the gabapentin. I used more than I was prescribed because it was the only way I was able to control the pain and allow myself to feel comfortable at work. I didn’t anticipate the changes it would cause to my mood and behavior. In addition to feeling depressed and scared, I was also becoming easily emotionally dysregulated in ways I believe I would have been able to control prior to taking the medication. But when I didn’t take it, I was in pretty bad pain almost all the time, and I didn’t understand why at that point. My boyfriend noticed these changes in my mood and decided he needed space from me to protect his emotional wellbeing. I didn’t blame him then, and I still don’t, but I miss him terribly. We were supposed to remain “friends,” and he at least pretended he wanted that for a bit of time. At that point, I became determined to ween myself off the gabapentin and continue to work on improving my mental and physical health, for myself, but also for him; as I said, I really loved him. Later that week, after we split, I had my CT scan, and the surgeon called to tell me that it looked like I was just constipated. They advised me to take Miralax daily to ease that constipation, which should hopefully make me feel better. To me, this seemed like a huge relief. I started taking the Miralax, and at that point, I started exercising and lifting weights again. I also started trying to bulk up again, which had been an important part of my fitness journey prior to the surgery.
So April rolls around, and I am still trying my best to resume my normal life, which felt possible again at that point. I did end up successfully weening myself off gabapentin. With this newfound reinvigoration, I attempted to get my boyfriend back. We would make plans, but then he would reschedule again and again. Eventually, he kept our plans, and we met up for a talk in the park. We obviously had a lot to talk about in our relationship, at which point he told me that he simply was not attracted to me anymore. This was devastating news, as that was the first time I realized it was really over. Before I had thought that if I could show him how much I was trying to get back to the place I was before the surgery, he would stick around, but that was the moment I realized it was impossible for him to see me in the light he once did. Nevertheless, I tried to push on, kept going to the gym, and kept trying to get my life back. I was still seeing my friends regularly, and I was able to push myself to get through work, even though it was painful and hard. Plus, I was still working on my degree despite not feeling able to give it my best effort and focus with everything going on. I was still motivated to keep going, and I thought things might improve from there.
Well, lo and behold, they did not. One day in early April, I was sitting on the couch, sort of mindlessly snacking on some almonds before I was set to go have drinks with friends and see a concert. Immediately afterward, I felt that pain again in my abdomen. Despite that, I was really excited to see my friends and see the show. We met at a bar, where I had three cocktails before we made our way to the venue. I drank one or two more while the opener played. But by the time the headliner came on, I ended up in so much pain that I told my friends quite regrettably that I had to leave. I walked home and ate a small snack, wrongfully thinking it might make me feel better, before popping a melatonin and heading to bed. I woke up around 2 AM in the most intense pain I have experienced both before and after the surgery. I was extremely bloated and unable to pass gas or move my bowels. I had read somewhere that this was a sign of bowel obstruction and that I needed to seek medical attention. I made the decision to go to the ER. I walked down the stairs to leave, and as I did, I felt myself begin to vomit. Thankfully I was able to make it to the sink as I puked up what I imagine was that snack I’d had before bed. Shortly after, I arrived at the ER, this time choosing a different facility from the one where the surgeon had dismissed all of my post-surgical concerns. I was quickly admitted and given another CT scan. They confirmed my bowel was obstructed and told me they would place a tube into my nose down to my stomach to try to pump some of the blockage out. I asked the ER doctor if I was going to need to have surgery, to which he replied, “It’s a strong possibility.” This was horrifying to me. Getting the tube inserted into my nose was so painful, and I was screaming in agony the entire time. Then they gave me morphine, and I passed out. The details and timeline of that hospital stay are somewhat hazy in my mind, but I ended up being there for four days, over which I was given a “gastro graph challenge” test, wherein I was instructed to drink a contrast element which would be visualized by a series of Xrays so the doctors could monitor if anything was passing through my intestines. I met with another surgeon, whom I found to be much more attentive than my prior one, or at least simply possessing superior active listening skills. In fact, I felt that all of the staff at this second hospital were a lot more sensitive to my needs than the first. I really wish I had gone there the first time, as it’s the best hospital in the city. Add that to my long list of mistakes… Anyway.
Despite her more positive demeanor, she recommended another emergency surgery, this time a laparotomy (open) surgery to resect my bowel a second time. Her hypothesis was that the anastomosis (the medical term for the connection formed between my bowel loops during the first surgery) could be too narrow to allow food to pass through properly. I asked this new surgeon if it was possible I had adhesions causing this problem, and unlike the last one, she said, “It’s possible,” especially given that these symptoms began emerging a few weeks after the first surgery. But, like I said, they don’t really know what’s going on until they cut you open and go in there. Given that I am now much more aware of the risks of surgery and the risks of having a second procedure, I was fervently against going under the knife again. I simply couldn’t handle it. So I opted for conservative management, which meant waiting it out, taking an enema, and eventually getting back on a liquid and then solid diet. Thankfully, sitting in the hospital being NPO (Latin for nil per os - “nothing by mouth”) and taking the gastro graph made it pass eventually, and I didn’t have to have a second surgery. I was discharged from the hospital with instructions to schedule another diagnostic test called a “small bowel series,” in which they use xrays to track the amount of time it takes liquid to pass through your digestive system and to start a “low residue” diet- meaning eating very little fiber. Suddenly gone from my diet are all of the fruits and vegetables I once loved, and I can’t eat nuts or seeds (It seems to me that those almonds caused the obstruction in the first place). Basically, I’m now forced to exist on a diet of the most processed foods imaginable because although they are demonstrably unhealthy, that is all that my body is now able to safely digest.
After leaving that second hospital stay, I proceeded to delve even further into research about not only long-term abdominal surgery complications such as adhesions but also the nature of adult intussusceptions in general. I once again started furiously googling, finding results from medical journals and personal accounts from Reddit. I came to the conclusion that intussusceptions in adults, while ostensibly serious, have a strong possibility of resolving on their own, especially when they present in the small bowel, in the absence of vomiting (I never vomited before going to the hospital in January), when there is no obvious lead point (they couldn’t see it on my scans) and there is no obstruction (I was never obstructed before the surgery). Furthermore, while intussusception does present with blood in the stool, it is usually described as “currant jelly stool” (something I don’t recommend you google because it looks atrocious), which is not even close to the trace amounts of blood I saw in my own stool. (But no one ever asked, so how would I know the difference?) I never experienced any pain whatsoever in the area of my small bowel before the surgery. And yet I was told by a doctor that I was experiencing a medical emergency, which might have been caused by some malignant growth, which scared the shit out of me and made me feel at the time that immediate action was necessary. At one point, I even found a paper that attributed intussusception to cannabis use, which I had engaged in that week. In these papers, the authors highlight that these intussusceptions were transient and did not require surgical intervention. And on the point of adhesions, they are not easily diagnosed, and they are not easily treatable without surgical intervention; and said intervention is a cache 22 scenario because every time you get cut open, you risk growing back even more adhesions.
With all of this knowledge, I became absolutely distraught. I was never informed that by having this procedure performed, I would be at this increased risk of experiencing bowel obstruction. Like most people, I literally had no idea what an “adhesion” even was. What made me lose hope the most was that it seems as if doctors do these surgeries and simply ignore adhesion as a consequence because they don’t have any feasible way to prevent it or treat it without potentially creating more adhesion. So, although I was released from the hospital having avoided a second surgery, I felt more lost and hopeless than ever. I simply couldn’t cope with the realization that this would be something I would deal with for the rest of my life, something I could’ve avoided had I never agreed to get the first surgery because although I had that original pain I mentioned earlier- which has still continued to this day, it wasn’t and isn’t anything close to how excruciating the obstruction was, and it wasn’t really disrupting my life in the way the post-surgical pain has. But under the guidance of doctors, I opted to permanently alter my body, and there’s no going back. I feel so incredibly stupid for being deceived by these “medical professionals” who didn’t take the time to understand what was actually going on with me and chose to take an overly aggressive course of action that has left me permanently altered, in pain, and completely diminished my quality of life.
That week after leaving the hospital was truly the most suicidal I have ever felt. As I mentioned, I’ve dealt with suicidal ideation on and off since my adolescence. I’ve always had latent thoughts about wanting to die, wanting to escape, feeling like I’m hopeless and there’s no use trying to better myself. But this time, the desire to end my life was so much more intense. I became extremely disassociated from everything in life. In that week following my second hospitalization, there was absolutely nothing that could bring me joy. Before the surgery, I used to find deep pleasure in simply walking around my neighborhood for at least an hour every day. But I couldn’t do it anymore because walking gives me time to think, and thinking is too painful. It always leads back to the realization of the way I am now. Nothing could make me smile or laugh. I couldn’t even listen to music, one of my favorite things in the world. I became completely devoid of all emotions as my research transitioned away from my various new ailments and into ways I could end my life.
The rest of April and May passed by in a blur. Over that time, I’ve had two more appointments with the surgeons I met at the second hospital, a small bowel study (a more in-depth series of x-rays tracking the transit time of liquid through the GI tract), and a colonoscopy and endoscopy. Those have not yielded any significant findings as to what is going on, making me believe even more that all of these problems are being caused by adhesions. However, the small bowel study did reveal that my stomach is slightly herniated, which I believe is the cause of the original pain that I sought care for in the first place. At my last appointment, I was told to see a “small bowel specialist” GI doctor. But that was three weeks ago, and I haven’t even been able to get an appointment with them. I’m on a waiting list, but I imagine I’m looking at many months before I can get an appointment. I don’t know what they’re going to do for me. I don’t know that there’s anything that can be done besides more surgery, and I am very fearful about that. I fear the only way that these fucking doctors who fucked me up in the first place are going to even try to help me is if I’m obstructed again. But the changes to my diet, as much as I hate them, have kept me in a more manageable amount of pain and out of the hospital for now.
It is now June, and I am shocked that I am still here and confused about what to do now. Despite the diet, I still feel pain and discomfort at some point in the day, every single day. I think about wanting this all to end all of the time. I have not attempted again, though I did pick up another nitrogen tank, and I’ve also stockpiled a 90 day supply of my antidepressant, so at least I have the option. I am drinking two bottles of wine or half a bottle of vodka nearly every night. Alcohol is the only thing that seems to quiet my thoughts enough to get through each evening. I am sitting here in a cycle where I think about doing it, but I still feel obligated to go to work, to see my friends, and to feed my cat. My life has continued, but I don’t feel like I’m living anymore; I merely exist. I feel extremely unattractive because although I look the same as I did on the outside, I’m overcome with never ending emotional pain and turmoil on the inside. I am now unable to take care of myself and be on top of my life the way I used to be. After the second hospitalization, I dropped out of school and have no plans to continue, as I won’t need a bachelor’s degree when I’m dead. I have stopped exercising altogether, as it feels like there’s no point in trying to improve or take care of a body that has been permanently broken. Through all of this, I’ve lost much of my confidence and I feel I have completely lost my identity. I miss that old me so much. I miss my boyfriend so much. Plans with my friends are sometimes the only thing that keeps me going, and I am extremely grateful for them, but despite their continued presence, I feel extremely isolated and lonely. It’s hard to explain what I’ve been through to people without the context of all that has happened. I don’t have the energy to share it with them. And I feel if I speak about what I’m going through, I will feel like a burden, killing the vibe, and I don’t want that.
I have never felt this alienated from my body and from everything in life. I cannot cope with the fact that things will never be how they were before. I feel so incredibly distraught that I threw away what was shaping up to be the best days of my life. There’s nothing I or anyone else can do to change what has happened to me. It took me such a long time to get to the place I was in before the surgery. It was a brief and beautiful couple of months, but it’s over, and there’s no way for me to return. Even if there was, I don’t have that much of a fight left in me. I feel like such a fucking idiot for allowing the doctors to do this to me. I look around at all the happy people around me and know that I am dragging them down with my depression. I am tired of feeling helpless and like a burden on everyone I love. I am a shell of the person I once was. Ending it all is the singular thing that’s in my control. It is the only way to end all of this pain and suffering and stop the concern and confusion of my loved ones. I know that my exit will be painful to them, but they will all get over it in time. But me? I don’t think I will ever get over this. I will never be able to accept this horrible choice that I made. I am so tired of living this way. I am supposed to turn 27 soon, but I really don’t want to live to see my birthday. I have nothing to celebrate. My life is completely, irreversibly fucked. I don’t know when I will go, but it will be sooner rather than later. I am so sorry to everyone. I know this will hurt. I just can’t go on living this way. To all the people I care about, know that I love you, and I am so thankful you were part of my life. I know you will all go on to do great things without me. This entire saga has been unbearable; my life has spun out of control, and suicide is the only way to end my suffering. I’m sorry. I’m signing off.
TL;DR: Doctors performed a surgery I now think was unnecessary and the complications make me want to kill myself.

Hello, I (21 female) and my boyfriend (22 male) has plans to hang out today. For background information we have been dating for 6 months now, and recently haven't seen each other for two weeks due to him moving to a new house. We got the chance to see each other for the first time 4 days ago, which was really nice and we just chilled at his new place and had dinner.
Now, fast forward to today, where we had a scheduled little day together but he canceled on me 5 hours beforehand due to a hang over from the night before. This is a little bit of a pet peeve of mine due to an ex doing this to me a lot in my last relationship, but what makes me upset is that we haven't seen each other in two weeks (besides the dinner previously), and I wanted to spend some more time with him before we were suppose to go visit my family this weekend.
I decided to just make the trip a solo one, because I wanted to spend some more time together alone after weeks apart, before jumping to being surrounded by family. Those two weeks felt strained, with little communication in between, so that's another reason I wanted to see him before going to my families. He understands my decision and says he will work on not canceling plans. I feel bad though because he says he feels like he doesn't give me what I deserve and I deserve better, which I find completely false, I feel as those he treats me incredibly, it's just things like getting hammered the night before we have plans and canceling them that irks me.
So am I in the wrong?

Hello and I hope you’re having a great day! I took ap lit last year and scored a 5 and got an a in the class. I just thought I’d share some of my favorite tips for annotating books/plays for ap lit. Hopefully this can help you a bit with summer reading or the class itself. There are obviously a ton of different ways to annotate so I’ll just be sharing my top tips on how to do it effectively!
Before annotating/reading:
My first step before I start annotating is to do some research into the themes of the story and maybe some major symbols/motifs. This will help you prepare to read the novel and notice these things from the start instead of having to go back and re annotate the first part of the story.
Another thing I’ve found helpful is to read around 25-50 pages before I begin annotating so I can familiarize myself with the basic characters and the authors writing style.
The final thing I do before actually reading and annotating is research the authors life and the time period in which the book was published. Context and chronology is especially important for books that center around society and/or politics. This background research can really help you deepen your understanding of the story as a whole especially the characters and themes.
Creating an annotation system:
This section will basically just give some suggestions for how you might actually annotate in practicality but please feel free to change and adapt this to fit what works best for you. So for me when I annotate I use a combination of pens, tabs, sticky notes, and highlighters. These items are by no means a necessity so just use whatever you have lying around.
I usually prefer underlining to highlighting as I find it looks neater and less overwhelming. I use multicolored pens to denote different things. This is adapted slightly for every book I read but I’ll share some of the most common categories I use. I almost always have a color for characters/character development, one for use of language, one for themes, one for plot, and one for motifs and symbols.
In addition, I also highlight occasionally but this is usually to mark very key quotes or lines that I know I’ll want to remember and will help me either for in class essays or for the final exam.
I mostly just write my notes in the margins but if there isn’t enough space then I’ll just use a sticky note for notes and analysis.
Finally, I also use little sticky tabs. I personally don’t color code mine, instead I’ll just use them to mark the most key scenes, pages, and plot points.
In practice:
So now that you’ve created your system however you choose to do so, it’s time to start annotating.
My number one tip is to just start. It might not look the nicest or be completely perfect from the start but with trial and error you’ll find a system that works really well for you!
My second tip is to not worry too much if you are doing it right. It’s your book and you decide what works best for you. Most people either over or under highlight when they start off and that’s totally fine! Just keep doing it and you’ll eventually figure it out.
My third tip is to write down/screenshot some of the key quotes and annotations for each theme and character. Put these online or in a notebook but make sure it stays decently organized because these quote + analysis banks will save you when writing essays in class and when preparing for the ap exam.
That’s all I have to say but please let me know if you have any questions or need any help! I’m sure you all will do super well in the class and on the exam :)

AITA? I (F22) am currently ignoring my friend/ex friend (F22) because she told me that I have no friends because nobody could stand me except her. My friend whom I’ll call Stacy had been my friend for 7 years and she had moved in the previous year with me and my family because she had no where else to go. I was glad to have her because I cared for her deeply. The first few months she stayed rent free until it became apparent that she would be sticking around for a while. So she and I began splitting my portion of the rent as she and I were now sharing a room.
The issue started mostly because I also had my boyfriend over a lot and it bothered her a lot I think. She expressed wanting him not to be around as much and I tried to accommodate but it wasn’t as much of a change as she wanted. Stacy began to act very rudely towards him until he no longer felt comfortable coming over as much. At this point his family grew to like me so we spent more time at his place. This continued until one day I came home from hanging out with him and she began to talk about how my bf was over too much and I apologized and she started to cry and left the room for the rest of the night. Admittedly I didn’t really know what to think of that.
The next day I minded my business thinking she needed space and my bf came over to help me with some errands I needed to run. She came into the room and began to scream at me telling me I was a horrible friend and that she had always defended me to other people, including my ex boyfriend??? And that the reason I had no friends (something I confided in her that I was insecure about) was because I was selfish and no one could stand me except her.
I was very upset by this and stayed with my boyfriend for the next month. My mom was not happy about this as she didn’t really know how to talk to Stacy about important things like how we were planning to move and if she wanted to come with us. She did end up moving with us and my family forced us to speak to each other to reconcile. I apologized for being inconsiderate of her feelings and she said that she forgave me. I expressed that I was very hurt by everything she had said when she was screaming at me and she said that she didn’t really regret saying any of it as it was how she really felt. I brought up specific instances/phrases and she apologized for them. I was unsatisfied but didn’t really know what else to say so I ended the conversation there.
I am now keeping her at a distance. She is struggling financially. I am ignoring this because I truly don’t even feel like I want to be friends anymore. I make small talk when she wants and I keep my feelings hidden from my family because I’m not sure how long they’d let her stay if they knew I didn’t consider her a friend anymore. Am I the asshole for ignoring her struggle because I’m still mad?

I feel that the aforementioned theme of this post should be considered as one of the first pleasant surprises that a newly committed skater will experience, along with those magical "eureka" moments when new moves are finally "unlocked."
Indeed, if you continue to show up: People will watch you, and they will WANT to see you IMPROVE.
You should feel encouraged because this statement is true. VERY true. If you keep heeding your skate's calls to put them on and practice, then your observers' hopes for your improvement become inevitable. I know this from personal experience, and by that I mean, from repeated personal experience(s).
I find myself amazed at how often people have told me:
"...you have gotten so much better since I first saw you!"
"...I remember when you first started coming, and you would practice in the middle."
"Kizzle, I KNOW you...you always practice moves until you get them right."
"...I know that every time you come to the rink, you're working on something."
I didn't make those quotes up: Those are things that have actually been said to me over the past year-and-eleven-months since my return to skating. Each time, it's a little surprising, but I have to admit: Each time, it's pretty awesome. As you become a skate regular, you begin to notice: Skate regulars want new skaters to keep skating, because it builds the skate community, and builds more skating opportunities. Just as important, skate regulars know that if you keep skating, they are going to see you improve.
With that said: Are there some once-in-a-blue-moon causal skate observers, whom are the exception to the theme of this post? Certainly. In any skate element, there is always a possibility of the presence of a few observers getting chuckles from witnessing balanced-challenged skaters in action—usually children, or friends watching another friend's peanut-butter-booted, Bambi-legged, wall-clutching newbie skate struggles. However, the more you are seen, the less this applies. (For the uninitiated: "Peanut butters" is slang for beige rental skates.)
Skate regulars and frequent spectators know who is who in frequented skate locales.
Quick wisdom: They see one-time-only skate newbies. They watch skaters who exhibit commitment to skating. And even through your falls or clumsy mistakes, they don't want to see you discouraged. They want to see you improve.
(Disclaimer: Child spectators can be a different matter. Children can be cold. Fair warning given.)
I could say more on this topic, but you—to your credit—have read enough. You have skating to do.
Put in the work. Work at your own pace. Pace yourself to improve. We will see it. We WANT to see it.
Trust me now, and believe me later. 👍🏽
ADD: If you're a skate newbie who hasn't seen my post, "A Reddit Newbie Encouraging Skate Newbies...Part 1, Take 2", my write-up in the comment section is worth you checking out. If you were one of the people who liked/commented on my since-deleted first draft, I sincerely apologize for the deletion. Blame it on my Reddit-newbie-posting mistakes.

I could do this SFW or NSFW, we could certainly discuss either.
I am thinking a "realistic" setting, but could discuss doing some stuff that's more out-there if you want somethin in space or with elves or soemthing. But I did not write this prompt with that in mind.
I'd prefer to RP this on discord, and I'd prefer to do this as a long, emotional, well-built slow burn RP.
I have always had a love of "role reveral" in RPs, of pople being made to do things and be things they have no experience or identification with. And what I am looking for, here, is an RP where a gay couple finds the more submissive partner suddenly becoming more dominant. I can play either role, or we could switch between them even.
I can play either role here, but either way I am looking for something very deep with a lot of internalities. Stuff that focuses a lot in both characters starting to question who they are, seeing little mannerisms that change, that kind of thing.
I am looking for something very literate and very long term, hopefully with a partner who can really engage with ideas and possibilities for this.
All sorts of fun framing devices can be used. Maybe just a lazy sunday, maybe one of us has a change fo heart, or wins a bit, or just suddenly decides to be somebody else? Maybe a game of bed wrestling goes to an unexpected winner?
Now, what is the dyanmic here?
Maybe a "service top" finds himself beginning to assert hismelf as the "alpha" of the relationship?
A big bottom bear finally beginning to assert himself on his brattty boyfriend?
Maybe something where a more masculine boyfriend finds hismelf becoming obsessed with pastel pink after his twink starts dressing him up and making a toy out of him?
Submissive twink decides to become something of a dominant "mommy"?
Maybe just a "we have to try switching positions before we get married/move in togetheI let you leave your toothbrush at my house" and things kind of textend from there?
Maybe a simple "I have a job now and you do not" type play?
Or a simple "twink boyfriend starts going to the gm, quickly begins to outpace his more masculine aprtner"
Whatever we do, I'd love to spend a ton fo tie building backstories that work into our characterizations.
I love gender ambiguity, strength comparison, romance, relationships that are really ambiguous about love and hatred, and a ton fo other stuff I can discuss.
PM me if youa re interested!

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