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Found this after scrolling through this Reddit page. Did some research on it and it seems to have helped some. I know there’s no mystery cure all. I’m just currently feeling hopeless. Still fresh into the infection since I was infected February of this year. Had warts frozen off and went back a month later and dermatologist said I didn’t need to get the area frozen again (against what I thought because I think there was another wart he just overlooked). So I’m going back around the first of June to see if he still thinks it’s not a wart.
Also, currently been talking to this girl I’m pursuing since the infection, and we are both into each other. I’m not sure if I should wait until I can hopefully clear this virus and then pursue something sexual with her because I’m terrified of disclosing this with her since she’s friends with a lot of people I’m friends with. I do not want her telling my friends that I have this infection and them think I’m ‘dirty’ when I’m not. Is there anything I should take or do to help my body clear this low risk HPV quicker so I can actually pursue something with her ? I do vape and I know I should stop doing that and drink once a day during the week. I also take zinc, and vitamin B12 along with other supplements to try to boost my immune system.

I don't even know if that's a thing, I couldn't find much online. This is Savannah, we got her from a rescue 5 weeks ago. She was running the streets of Detroit as a stray. We got her a week after we had to put my sweet Bailee to sleep after complications from lymphoma. Bailee was a pure bred plott hound (at least we've been told by people who know plotts-she was a rescue so we don't know for sure but she had all of the characteristics).
Someone must have thrown scalding water on her or something because she's missing a lot of fur on her left side, there's some scaring and white coarse hair which is indicative of a third degree burn. She's fine though, it doesn't bother her, the only thing that bothers her is the feel of the sunscreen we put on her lol.
Otherwise she has the coloring of a plott, black saddleback, brindle legs and head. She is a tuxedo dog, her chest and feet are white with speckles like a blue tick. She's small, 21 inches high and 32lbs. She's got crazy energy and looks like a grayhound when she runs. But she has that beagle face and that beagle howl. She's incredibly smart and very clingy. She's a super sweet girl.
She hates other dogs but that's probably because she was picked on by bigger dogs when she was homeless.
What does everyone think?

But I like it!
We have only now just emerged from the absolute frenzied chaos of having two young toddlers and now that they are 3 and 5, life seems a bit more manageable again. We have only recently come up for air.
Perhaps we had just become so accustomed to caring for our needs and wants last that we, or I, rather have put any type of self care or indulgence completely on the backburner and just put my head down and worked my butt off the past two years to get to an SVP role at my company, and my husband is also very successful in his role, and we have a fortunately substantial combined income.
So who has my husband been talking to after he came to me Sunday morning and told me to clear out my schedule for Tuesday afternoon for a NO LIMIT shopping trip for a handbag….or two?! To reference, I used to love allll the bags, I collected my fair share of Chanel flaps and Loewe and Celine bags in my 20s and 30s, and now in my early 40s I have grown very comfortable (perhaps too comfortable…?) using my Amazon prime grocery delivery bags and lululemon fanny packs as my go tos.
“NO MORE,” he said, “let’s get you a special bag that makes YOU feel as special as you are to us.” (For reference this man has never once uttered words remotely in this universe)
So now, as a new-ish member of the Reddit community, I’d love to ask you who are FAR more in the know about where to even begin and which bag should we look out for tomorrow?! I don’t need anything flashy or something that screams “I cost more than 6 months of a mortgage” but if it ends up costing that much for the quality and durability of something that’s worth the price, it will be considered! I want something beautiful, I think people are calling it “quiet luxury” these days and will last forever, and something I can pass on to my daughter that will be timeless in 20-something years. Any recommendations?
Thank you. Momma is excited!! And thank you in case my husband has asked this community for the idea to begin with!

To be honest I'm still reeling, it's been a long time since a book took me on such an emotional rollercoaster. The Chain of Dogs will stay with me for me the rest of my days.
The reprieve that was given when the one tribe from the Seven Cities attacked the others and recognised the Wickans as the true badasses they were, Coltaine giving Duiker command of the refugees and the deal they made to be guided to Aren. The soldiers giving up all their pay along with the Wickans. That gesture being recognised for what it was by that tribe and them not taking advantage. The refugees making it! Dare I hope!?
Good thing I didn't, as that hope would have been stomped into the goddamn ground a few pages later.
Damn it Erikson. The entire time reading Nil lead Duiker up to the walls I could feel the dread building. So when Nether cried out about how he could help as there were too many, I thought I had it figured out. I was both right and wrong.
The final stand of the Wickans and 7th was truly some heartbreaking shit. Infuriating, depressing, shocking, sad, and extremely disappointing with dashes of hope thrown in. As hard as it was to read. I couldn't help but to get pumped at the middle finger they gave as that last stand. Lull and the standard, only dropping it to assist Bult. Coltaine and the last of the cattle dogs defending him, taking the throat out of a dude that speared it before going down. The pain and turmoil of that archer tasked with making the shot to end it, all seen through Duiker's eyes has he sat helpless.
But goddamn that description of the crows was chilling!
And you finish with that only to have your broken heart set on fire with what happens to the army when they finally decide to attack 🥴
I'm new to the series, I've only read GotM and DG. Just started MI and just got slapped in the face with the prologue in that and the information it hits you with. It doesn't stop does it?
Rel and Dom, I would say I'd see you in hell, but how this series is going they both end up as Ascendents for all I know. Speaking of which, by the time Laseen's true motives were explained, all I could do was shake my head in a half hearted acknowledgement.
I'm sure this has been discussed into the ground, I just had to voice my feelings to others besides my wife who just started back at me a blank, albeit interested look as she has no idea what the hell I'm talking about.

I’ve recently moved across the country and have had to find a few new barns. I wouldn’t say my past experience with trainers has been negative at all; my trainers were always kind and educational, they helped me grow to become confident in my riding and put me on appropriate horses to further excel my skills. However, for the past two years I feel like I’ve been stuck in a loop where the only profit I get is 40 minutes in the saddle and $80 down the fucking drain.
The first barn I joined just so happened to be the first of the few I’d initially looked at. No outward health concerns beside the fact that the place was a little run down. I always rule this out as something normal, because maybe I’m not in the price bracket to be affording nice barns. My very first session I noticed she had a few horses tied in the cross ties for hours on end. And I say hours on end because she loses track of time very easily. Sometimes she would have me in the saddle for over an hour. The horses were always tacked up before I got there. I guess this wasn’t unusual; traffic makes it hard for me to get there early but I was always on time. I prefer to tack up on my own, but I realized it was because after the lessons I had she usually had another student hop on right after…
She would smoke during lessons, which can’t be good for the horses or the kids. She was very confusing and often barked orders at me in the middle of doing a line. She favored certain students and constantly ignored me. (Either because they were frequenting or paid more.) She stuck me on the same PA/QH cross every single lesson I had. It was certainly annoying because I do have long legs. For context, I went to that barn for a consecutive 3-5 months. I’ve been riding on and off since I was 7 and am a junior in high school. She also put inexperienced students on horses who were too green. In my case, I got a horse that was too desensitized. And I know what everyone says, it’s not the horses fault it’s the rider, but lots of lesson horses are desensitized to leg cues, no matter how hard you try to work with them.
I am not someone who wants to spend my paid lesson kicking a horse and being told to stop being shy. Shyness is not my problem. I can be a demure person but I’m not an ignorant one. It is very frustrating constantly being told to take control, when what I need is a willing partner. The one time I ever rode a different horse at that barn just happened to be an OTTB gelding. By no means a bad horse, I adored him absolutely even though he was finicky. I later learned that she has been leasing him out to someone who was mistreating him. Quite blatant dental issues because of the leaser’s harsh hands on the bit. It was disheartening to me because it was obvious she valued money more than the welfare of her horses.
I switched barns after that, in hopes to find a better place to eventually start showing. I do not show because it is not really something I want, nor can I afford it; I take lessons because I do not have a horse of my own and this is really my only passion. But in order to prove I was serious about riding I felt I had to start showing. This new trainer was going well in the beginning. The only catch was her lessons were way more expensive for way less time. I thought this would be better as long as she was more professional. Well, it turns out my old trainer was also in kahoots with these ones. Thankfully, I never saw her; it would’ve been awkward.
I got a bit more freedom to tack up but was still kept on an otherwise tight leash. I rode the same horse majority of the time, again very old, very slow. I would not have a problem with either of these things if I was a beginner, but I’m not. This trainer was a college student, who I felt was simply trying to finagle me for money too. She would discreetly vape during lessons, which I thought was hilarious. She took phone calls and had conversations. She would charge for ‘anatomy’ lessons after calling a rain check and having me come out? (Arena was either too wet or cold) Coincidentally on one of these anatomy lessons, she brandished a wall of twisted bits, saying these are only for the naughtiest of horses. She would act as if I was excelling, yet in the next lesson we’d do something totally rudimentary on the same horse. I have to clarify because I don’t want to seem ungrateful, I’m appreciative of my lessons but when I’ve been doing the same thing for so long it starts to feel like I’m going nowhere/being taken advantage of. My legs were routinely aching after lessons because I spent the majority trying to get the horse to be active.
It makes me feel like It’s my fault and makes me unmotivated to even continue the sport. I don’t have many things that actually make me happy and at this point I feel like selling all of my equipment and quitting. Although I love it, it’s just starting to get too expensive and not worth it. I don’t know how to find a good trainer without spending hundreds of dollars. And even if I did, how do I know they’re not corrupt? (Sorry this is so long, I hope someone reads it.)

So I got into UChicago early action and found out in December. At this point I was content with the school and only applied RD to schools I might’ve wanted to go to but probably not as much as Chicago(keep in mind I plan on being a visual/graphic arts major)
I realized however I probably should’ve applied to schools with a better or more known art program.
I didn’t apply to any ivys or any really higher ranked schools that are still known for their art programs.
I can’t get the thought out of my head that I limited myself and essentially set up my own blockade after not applying to “better” schools in general, but especially in the art realm.
I keep on thinking of what if I applied to Yale, Brown, or even Northwestern which have more notable art programs. Because at least at that point I would have the chance to choose or know I tried, rather than feel obligated to go to UChicago.
I just feel somewhat dumb for limiting myself and hastily hopping on this decision. I really should’ve given myself a choice. I just hope that by the time I go I’ll feel better.

My 8 year old son
My 8 year old just recently started having bad thoughts stuck in his brain he states. This started happing about a week ago. It started off slow. He would first come home and tell us what he heard on the bus or what a kid called another kid. He is now thinking of words like "fat" and "ugly" and telling his own mother how she is these things. He tells us he just can't stop himself from telling people what he thinks of them. After telling people these things he feels great remorse and shame/guilt. My wife is very distraught now having him destroy Mother's Day yesterday. I keep asking him why he is doing this, and he doesn't know and can't stop himself. I tried to explain to him that the "bully" inside of his head is tricking him into telling people hurtful things, and he needs to tell the bully to stop. We have reached out to his doctor. He is currently taking medication for ADHD and we are not sure if the meds are causing this or what? We plan on taking him to talk with a therapist as soon as we can. Today, my son told three teachers at school that he thought they were either ugly or fat. Luckily my wife had emailed his teacher to give her a heads up. The last three days have been just hell for me and our family. I am at a loss and stressed out. We just want our silly fun loving son back! Thanks for listening.

I have hyper anxiety when I have to be evaluated in any form and I feel like this has cost me several desirable positions. I ended up working abroad for my first six years because none of the schools I interviewed for would take me. There, I became a department head and revamped their whole curriculum. When I came back to the US, I had a similar problem - interviewed for over a dozen schools and finally landed a position, but only because I was the only person who interviewed for the position in a very rural school far from home. Same thing, once I was on the staff, I became a valued member and became part of the Instructional Leadership Team.
Now, I'm back in the boat of having to interview again. This time with a time crunch - my lease ends June 30 - and I have nothing lined up. (Have to move due to family circumstances.) It doesn't matter how many times I practice or go over my teaching highlights, or even have a friend do a mock interview with me, I get into that room with an interview team and I draw blanks on the simplest of questions like, "How do you differentiate instruction?" or even gimmes like, "Name a great moment you've had as a teacher." I have twelve years experience. This nonsense should be a breeze.
It's bad enough at the beginning of the interview, but it continues to spiral during the interview. I feel like the answers I'm giving aren't good enough, which makes me more self-conscious. The last interview I had, the school had a bottle of water for me and I was physically shaking trying to get a drink out of it.
My doctor says he doesn't see me as a person who requires anxiety meds. He says that having an interview is so atypical, there's no reason to prescribe meds for it.
I don't feel like I should mention it to the interview team as it feels like an excuse, but at the same time, I don't want them to be like, "Wow, that guy was practically sweating when we asked him what his name was."
Does anyone else have anything remotely similar? How did you handle it?

It started with me not really being me, and my family and friends being people I don't actually know. I was up at late hours, as usual. My friend was in my bedroom sleeping. I felt off, like there was something lurking around. Then I see it. This giant mass of dark colours, a scary face with teeth, and long arms that could stretch and also work as deadly claws. He was there for my friend. He comes for you while you sleep. He somehow made me believe that it is a painless way to go, and made me okay with him taking my friend. There was a darker motive though. When he tried to go into the bedroom, my parents woke up. My father asked why I was awake still, and I just shrugged my shoulders without really knowing what to say about the creature I just saw. Even then, he would have thought I was hallucinating from lack of sleep. The sound of my parents waking up, woke up my friend. She started playing loud music, and somehow knew about what was happening. Then I got a phone call. "Don't let them take you or anyone out the window. They will cut you until it feels like fire, and make you wish you were dead. Trust me." "They?", I thought. Thats when he went back to sneaking into the bedroom, and just as I was about to intervene, something grabs me, and pulls me back. Slicing into my sides, I started screaming. Was this what the girl over the phone was talking about? The giant creature pulls my friend out the window, and thats when I get released and whoever was holding me darts out the window to go with them. My parents came out of their bedroom once again because of all the screaming. I'm hysterical, crying, bleeding, and in a lot of pain. They ask me whats going on, almost in a yelling tone, and thats when I spill about everything I saw, what he said to me, and the phone call. My mother looks skeptical. My father looks like he believes me, but wishes he couldn't. This is when he decides we're all going to get my friend back. Me, my mother, my father and my younger brother. We leave the house and head in the direction they launched out the window. After a lot of walking, we come across a town that seems like it shouldn't exist. Its small, but filled with life, and kids, and a fun feeling. My father makes us pick up the pace. "We're being followed." He says in a hushed tone. Thats when I see it. Its a girl, in a pale hoodie and jeans, with bandages over half of her face, and the hood over her head. She could pass for my friend, but very clearly isn't. Her body language was too different, and why would she follow us instead of running to us. We lose her in the alleys, but then decide to make the mistake of cutting her off in the street. We ask her what she wants, she doesn't reply, but makes a few steps closer. Suddenly the town that was so filled with life, and the sun, and colour, spins under us. Everything is red, there's screaming, dead bodies laying and hanging everywhere in the streets. The girl that looked like my friend, starts running. She disappeared around a corner. Once we turned the same corner, there was a gate. It looked like it could fall any second, or like there was a lot of patch work done to it. We go through, and that's when the testing began. At first it was just running away from different beasts, or people who had gone insane from being here for so long. Then there were two actual trials. We had to crawl up into these vents, while they were on. It wasn't too hot or too cold, but there was enough air flowing to make us slip, a lot. All four of us held hands. The openings in the bottom would pop open randomly, in attempt to lose one of us. My mother was first in line, and I almost lost her during one of the vents popping open. In the very bottom of each opening it was different. A different way to die each time, and none of them quick. Her hand slipped from mine, but I had caught her just in time. If it weren't for my father holding my hand, I would've fallen through with her. We continued on, and we eventually make it to the end. At the end there was this pipe that went downhill. There was running water all through it, so we could easily slide down. There was nowhere else to go, it was our next test. Still holding hands, we jumped in. It seemed easy enough. Other than the random spikes, or deformed monsters coming out of the water and trying to kill us, we were pulling through just fine. Then, that's when we all heard him. Mid-slide, his voice echoes. "The young one must eat to keep his energy up." That put all of us on edge. My little brother had to eat little fruits out of the water. That was the actual test. So many thoughts ran through my head, but the one that was the loudest was a worry of him getting poisoned. But, he is naive. He just grabbed one and ate it. He is too young to have such worries. After that, we had to walk through a hallway, almost office like. The rooms you could see into, since the walls were just windows. Once we looked ahead again, at the end of the hall, was him. He was standing there, so still that we didn't notice him the first time. In the room next to him, we could see her. My friend was on her knees, blindfolded. I ran to her, and the creature just let me pass. I removed the blindfold from her face, and when she saw me, she gripped me so tightly into a hug.

As we get closer to the test date, I find myself changing correct answers and second guessing myself. My confidence isnt there when it should be. I'm feeling the pressure as my colleagues and friends tell me I got this. Anyone else in their head? Tips on how to overcome besides practice, practice, practice?

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Hi everyone, first time posting here, so I hope I made the right decision. Also, disclaimer, excuse my English, but it's not my first language. So, a few months back, maybe a year, I (f22) got to know this that has now become a really close friend (m22) of mine. We got closer and closer and even though it was an online thing (for now), I basically confessed my feelings to him, and he actually did too, BUT in a really subtle way. He blamed it on his autism, and I totally get it, since I myself am not neurotypical, but the point is that I honestly don't know how to act! I'm naturally a really clingy person, and I tend to get anxious around mixed feelings and mixed signals, so it's obvious that his coldness kind of bothers me (i wouldnt tell him tho, cuz I wouldn't want him to feel pressured). Also, he states that he's close to being aroace, meaning he rarely feels romantic and/or sexual attraction. Now, point is that way back at the start he seemed to actually want to go forward by flirting and teasing, but now he just stopped doing that. And even if I try to start things or make a joke about it he just shrugs it off and plays hard to get – in a confuaing way, tho, since he doesn't continue with the joke and just goes on with whatever he was doing.
His attitude makes a lot of questions pop up in my head and i have no way to stop them. Has he stopped liking me? Is he afraid of something? Why did he go all the way with his exes and not me? Am I not worthy enough? Doesn't he like me enough? Obviously, if I were to ask him all of these questions he would surely take me for a paranoid (I am) and I wouldn't dream of it. But I just wish I could just ask him what he wants for us, if there even IS a "us".
Also, I forgot to mention that he's trans ftm but he hasn't transitioned yet, so this plays a big part on his inability on being too physical. Of course this doesn't bother me at all, cause I would like him even if he was a worm so I don't see this as a problem. The point is that I just don't know if his autism and asexuality are just excuses and he just doesn't like me enough. Help is appreciated. REALLY appreciated.

Hey so I have came on here to get an opinion if I have Costco. I’m 21 years old and fit. The first time I notciced any sternum discomfort was last year in January after doing bench press and dips. It wasn’t bad then during the summer it got pretty chronic. My symptoms are when I move my head towards my chin to my chest my sternum gets sore, if I watch tv for a while it gets sore, if I drive for a while it gets sore, if I do twist like stretches it gets sore. One thing that helps it is sneezing and I found out popping my chest releases any discomforts . It will go weeks without hurting but I’ll have the rare time when I couple of days it will flare up and also my sternum is like tender to touch if I don’t pop it. I also feel it when I do dips or hoist myself up. I googled my syntoms and it said I was having a heart attack or a toumer in my chest now I’m worried. Also sleeping on my back helps it if I sleep cruntched up on my left side it will flare up but I prolly have flare ups every 2-3 weeks

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I have a variety of chronic health problems and the only time I feel sort-of-normal is after laying down and meditating for at least 20 minutes.
But as soon as I get up, most or all of the symptoms return. And strangely sleeping doesn't provide relief in the way meditation does.
I don't really know what questions to be asking other than wondering if anyone has had a similar experience and might have some tips.
The health stuff is chronic fatigue (ME/CFS https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dUrPFqGONM8), muscle tightness, nerve and muscle pain, reflux, GI discomfort, epigastric pressure, temperature sensitivity, environmental sensitivities (e.g. foods, air quality, types of clothing, soaps, etc), noise and light sensitivity, sometimes depression, rarely anxiety.
I don't have the stamina to do most of the basic, gentle qigong exercises recommended. For some reason moving my right shoulder usually makes all my symptoms worse.

Sorry for the long post but I really want to see if anyone relates and how to deal with it.
All my life I've had vasovagal syncope (not sure if that's what it is, but I'll call it that because I think it's what it is). Usually it would happen as a kid at the doctors when I would get shots. Didn't happen every time but it did happen. They always told me it was because I got myself so worked up over it that once it was over I felt so much sudden relief I had that reaction because it all happened faster than my body could keep up with. Also one time when I was 10 I got sick on a cruise. I experienced intractable vomiting, high fever and other things. I was given an injection at the medical center on the ship (I have no idea what they injected me with, I assume antiemetics, I just remember it was particularly painful) and I collapsed when I tried to walk out of the room afterward.
Nowadays some of my triggers are weird. I get the main ones like blood draws and injections, but also simply reading about procedures such as nasogastric tubes, colonoscopies, spinal taps and things like that are also triggers. I remember nearly fainting in high school health class when we were learning about epidurals. Then years after that I also nearly fainted when I found out what the initial COVID test entailed (the nasopharyngeal swab...ugh). When I am exposed to those bizarre triggers, it's very weird. I'll get all squeamish and weird. I'll start squirming, holding my breath, moving around and grimacing. I can't explain why I do this, it just kinda happens as a response to information about invasive procedures.
The actual experience is horrible. I don't know how to explain how bad it is, it's something you really have to experience to know what it's like. I don't JUST pass out. There's a period of misery before that. I'll start feeling off, then the room seems bright but dark at the same time if that makes any sense. Then my vision gets all weird, tunnel vision and sometimes I'll see a bunch of colors. Then comes the intense nausea and malaise, and I'll think I'm about to vomit. At this point I'll usually be asking for water and to lay down, but all I wanna do is curl up on the floor. I'll want someone to hold me. I'll feel really hot and I'll be dripping with sweat. I'll feel dizzy and won't be able to see straight. I'll go super pale. I'll always have this frantic terrified look on my face. Not sure what it looks like, but I know I make it and it's to kind of express that I'm not feeling well at all and I don't know how to verbally express it. Kind of like a "help me, I feel terrible and I don't know how to express how it feels at this moment" kind of look. Eventually my hearing becomes muffled as if I'm underwater. It happened recently when I was getting a skin abscess treated and they were taking swabs to check the bacteria. It was a particularly bad episode though. Not even drinking water and laying down could help much. It did help but didn't solve it. Eventually I leaned forward and hugged my legs to my chest and I recovered from the episode doing that.
The nurse that witnessed it told me it was a vasovagal response. Then I was told it might've been a panic attack. Having a lifelong history of anxiety, I know my panic attacks and they're different depending on the trigger, but I know this was not simply a panic attack. Due to having health anxiety I guess the vasovagal episodes happen and maybe panic attacks happen at the same time as a reaction, so maybe that's why it's so miserable but I don't know. Then I'll typically get a bad headache on one side of my head but it'll usually resolve within 15 or so minutes.
I know this sounds dramatic (I mean, the episodes ARE dramatic and I have no idea why my body goes that far) but I'm not trying to exaggerate. They feel HORRIBLE. Having anxiety on top of it is even worse. Usually I don't actually end up technically becoming unconscious, but sometimes I do. It's mainly presyncope. When I get blood tests they will have me keep my eyes open and keep my head up (despite it being very difficult) and by that point I'm wanting to beg them to just let me pass out so the feeling goes away.
Any idea what this is? When I first feel an episode coming on I get so frustrated with myself and I usually roll my eyes and think "oh come on...great, another episode, why am I so squeamish over everything and why am I having such an overreaction and why does nobody else have this?"
If anyone has anything similar to this, please share. Any differential diagnoses? Someone mentioned dysautonomia to me but I'm not sure. Whatever it is, I'm sure my anxiety exacerbates it but I know for sure it's not just anxiety.

I need more friends to hang out with. I love the ones I have, but they're either too busy with family life or they take too much energy to interact with regularly. People grow apart sometimes, and that's totally fine. It has just left me pretty lonely. As introverted and protective of my me time as I am, I need good people in my life.
A little about me:
I'm very laid back and non-judgmental. It's impossible to know what's going on in someone's head, so I try to give people the benefit of the doubt, even if they piss me off.
I have been divorced since 2021, and I've been happier for it. I have always struggled with depression and anxiety, and my marriage certainly didn't help. Therapy and dedication to self-improvement has been immensely helpful, though. I still have my bad days, but I am light-years ahead of where I was just a few years ago. I'm currently single and would like to be in a healthy romantic partnership at some point, but I'm not in a hurry to be attached to anyone. It needs to happen organically.
I'm a firm believer in choosing kindness and empathy. Even if someone doesn't deserve to be treated with kindness, I do it anyway for my own sake. I come from a long line of hotheads, and I have been an asshole more times in my past than I care to admit. I try very hard to walk a fine line between not being a doormat while always being the bigger person.
I love science fiction. Star Trek, Star Wars, The Expanse, Dune... If it takes place in space and/or on other planets and involves weird but cool shit, I'll likely love it.
I love heavy music. Deathcore, metalcore, hardcore, nu-metal... If it's heavy, I fuck with it. I go to concerts regularly, mostly heavy bands. I do like other music, too, though. Love me some jazz and folk. I can definitely get down with some hip-hop and rap if I'm in the right head space.
I love going to the movies. I typically see at least one movie a week.
I love cooking. Admittedly, I tend to get stuck on the few recipes I already know, but I'm always willing to branch out and try new things.
I'm very introverted and can be pretty quiet, but I can carry a conversation. When I speak, I try to do so with intention. There are certainly times when I need to get stuff off of my chest, but I try not to just brain dump on people. I tend to be a homebody, but I get cabin fever quickly if I stay inside for too long.
I love art. I'm not much of an artist myself, but I have a soft spot for paintings and drawings.
I love animals. I have a cat named Chani. She's a brat, but I adore her.
I feel like that's a pretty good summation of my personality without giving too much away. If you think we would vibe, I would love to hear from you. The closer you are to me, the better, but I'm never opposed to driving an hour or so to see good people.
The final thing I'll say is please don't ghost me. If at some point you decide you're not feeling me or the chemistry just isn't there, just tell me. I promise I won't take it personally or make a big deal out of it. Thanks.

So I had my 2nd Iron Transfusion last week Monday and a week later, I’m still feeling chest pain, anxiety, racing heart, nervousness, tingling sensation in my hands and feet, numbness in arms, chest tightness, and shortness in breath. Immediately after my 1st and 2nd infusion, I felt weird sores in my mouth (kind of like how you feel when you scrape the inside of the mouth). Has anyone felt anything like this or similar? I’m about to head to the ER since I’ve now woken up in a panic in the middle of the night with a racing heart.

So I've been going back and forth about using a broker. I began talking to a salesman a few days ago, and explained that I am in the beginning stages. I plan on leasing at the end of June/early July.
I been looking for a very specific truck and the dealership has two coming in in mid July.
But I do feel I am in over my head
See email below:
The MSRP can change upon arrival at the port
We would first have to come an agreement on pricing then I can actually reserve one and request to trade for it.
Credit application would be valid for 30 days once we submit it.We'd only run your credit once.
I would need a $2,500 deposit to reserve and secure the car for. It could be used as a down payment towards the lease, or we can refund it back to you when you come to actually sign and pick up the car.
Every month, my manager is gifted with a few friends and family coupons. I'm going to make sure he gives you one to include in the pricing
Any advice is welcomed...

Meme stock suddenly made an instant come back and the hype is back.. but let’s take a look at history.. I know past performance blah blah.
Didn’t the market crash in 22 after the meme craze?
I’m expecting the same for end of 24 into 25 and here’s why based on FEELINGs.
-Market is possibly in the worst position possible with stagflation headed to a heavy and dark recession.
-Housing is about to hit a crisis for cost to enter the market with the sustained and increasing interest rates.
-Cost of living is out of control and I think it’s getting close to a breaking point for consumers.
Nothing is affordable anymore end of story.
Meme stock will be shorter lived and we will see a market crash soon after.
Tryst me in regarded. If I have the balls I’m selling everything out of my brokerage this week.