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2024.05.14 13:01 PageTurner627 The Wendigo's Call
We thought a camping trip in Northern Ontario's wilderness would be fun. The six of usāTom, Liz, Sarah, Mike, Danny, and Iāhad been friends since high school.
On the first night, we gathered around the campfire, sharing ghost stories. Tom, ever the prankster, told us about the Wendigo, a malevolent spirit from Algonquin legend that turns humans into insatiable cannibals. We laughed it off, but the dense forest around us seemed to whisper warnings.
The second night, strange calls began. They were distant at first, echoing through the treesālong, mournful howls that sent chills down my spine. "Probably wolves," Mike said, but he sounded uneasy. We huddled closer to the fire, the shadows dancing menacingly on the trees.
By the third night, the howls were closer. Tom and Danny decided to investigate, despite our protests. They grabbed flashlights and headed into the darkness, leaving us by the fire. Hours passed. We called out for them, but the forest swallowed our voices.
When they finally returned, something was off. Their eyes were wild, their clothes torn. "We didnāt see anything," Tom said shakily. Danny just nodded, staring into the fire as if he could see something we couldn't. We exchanged worried glances but said nothing.
The fourth night, Liz went missing. She'd gone to collect firewood and never came back. Panic set in. We searched the forest, calling her name until our voices were hoarse. There was no trace of her.
Tom and Danny grew more erratic. They whispered to each other in hushed tones, casting paranoid glances our way. It felt like they were hiding something, but fear kept us silent.
On the fifth night, the howls turned into screamsāagonizing, human screams that echoed in our ears long after they faded. We were terrified, huddled together in the tent, clutching each other. I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched.
The next morning, Mike was gone. His sleeping bag lay empty, the zipper torn open as if he'd been dragged out. Tom and Danny insisted we move camp, but their eyes gleamed with something sinister. I realized then, too late, that they were no longer my friends. They were something else, something hungry.
That night, Sarah and I stayed awake, listening to the howls. We planned to leave at first light, but they attacked before dawn. Tom and Dannyāor whatever they'd becomeācame for us with an insatiable hunger in their eyes. We fought, but it was no use. I managed to escape, running blindly through the forest, the screams of my friends echoing behind me.
I stumbled upon a ranger's cabin at dawn, exhausted and delirious. The rangers found me raving about the Wendigo. They never found my friends. Sometimes, late at night, I hear those mournful calls, and I know theyāre still out there, hunting. And I know one day, theyāll come for me too.
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On the first night, we gathered around the campfire, sharing ghost stories. Tom, ever the prankster, told us about the Wendigo, a malevolent spirit from Algonquin legend that turns humans into insatiable cannibals. We laughed it off, but the dense forest around us seemed to whisper warnings.
The second night, strange calls began. They were distant at first, echoing through the treesālong, mournful howls that sent chills down my spine. "Probably wolves," Mike said, but he sounded uneasy. We huddled closer to the fire, the shadows dancing menacingly on the trees.
By the third night, the howls were closer. Tom and Danny decided to investigate, despite our protests. They grabbed flashlights and headed into the darkness, leaving us by the fire. Hours passed. We called out for them, but the forest swallowed our voices.
When they finally returned, something was off. Their eyes were wild, their clothes torn. "We didnāt see anything," Tom said shakily. Danny just nodded, staring into the fire as if he could see something we couldn't. We exchanged worried glances but said nothing.
The fourth night, Liz went missing. She'd gone to collect firewood and never came back. Panic set in. We searched the forest, calling her name until our voices were hoarse. There was no trace of her.
Tom and Danny grew more erratic. They whispered to each other in hushed tones, casting paranoid glances our way. It felt like they were hiding something, but fear kept us silent.
On the fifth night, the howls turned into screamsāagonizing, human screams that echoed in our ears long after they faded. We were terrified, huddled together in the tent, clutching each other. I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched.
The next morning, Mike was gone. His sleeping bag lay empty, the zipper torn open as if he'd been dragged out. Tom and Danny insisted we move camp, but their eyes gleamed with something sinister. I realized then, too late, that they were no longer my friends. They were something else, something hungry.
That night, Sarah and I stayed awake, listening to the howls. We planned to leave at first light, but they attacked before dawn. Tom and Dannyāor whatever they'd becomeācame for us with an insatiable hunger in their eyes. We fought, but it was no use. I managed to escape, running blindly through the forest, the screams of my friends echoing behind me.
I stumbled upon a ranger's cabin at dawn, exhausted and delirious. The rangers found me raving about the Wendigo. They never found my friends. Sometimes, late at night, I hear those mournful calls, and I know theyāre still out there, hunting. And I know one day, theyāll come for me too.
2024.05.14 12:58 PageTurner627 The Wendigo's Call
We thought a camping trip in Northern Ontario's wilderness would be fun. The six of usāTom, Liz, Sarah, Mike, Danny, and Iāhad been friends since high school.
On the first night, we gathered around the campfire, sharing ghost stories. Tom, ever the prankster, told us about the Wendigo, a malevolent spirit from Algonquin legend that turns humans into insatiable cannibals. We laughed it off, but the dense forest around us seemed to whisper warnings.
The second night, strange calls began. They were distant at first, echoing through the treesālong, mournful howls that sent chills down my spine. "Probably wolves," Mike said, but he sounded uneasy. We huddled closer to the fire, the shadows dancing menacingly on the trees.
By the third night, the howls were closer. Tom and Danny decided to investigate, despite our protests. They grabbed flashlights and headed into the darkness, leaving us by the fire. Hours passed. We called out for them, but the forest swallowed our voices.
When they finally returned, something was off. Their eyes were wild, their clothes torn. "We didnāt see anything," Tom said shakily. Danny just nodded, staring into the fire as if he could see something we couldn't. We exchanged worried glances but said nothing.
The fourth night, Liz went missing. She'd gone to collect firewood and never came back. Panic set in. We searched the forest, calling her name until our voices were hoarse. There was no trace of her.
Tom and Danny grew more erratic. They whispered to each other in hushed tones, casting paranoid glances our way. It felt like they were hiding something, but fear kept us silent.
On the fifth night, the howls turned into screamsāagonizing, human screams that echoed in our ears long after they faded. We were terrified, huddled together in the tent, clutching each other. I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched.
The next morning, Mike was gone. His sleeping bag lay empty, the zipper torn open as if he'd been dragged out. Tom and Danny insisted we move camp, but their eyes gleamed with something sinister. I realized then, too late, that they were no longer my friends. They were something else, something hungry.
That night, Sarah and I stayed awake, listening to the howls. We planned to leave at first light, but they attacked before dawn. Tom and Dannyāor whatever they'd becomeācame for us with an insatiable hunger in their eyes. We fought, but it was no use. I managed to escape, running blindly through the forest, the screams of my friends echoing behind me.
I stumbled upon a ranger's cabin at dawn, exhausted and delirious. The rangers found me raving about the Wendigo. They never found my friends. Sometimes, late at night, I hear those mournful calls, and I know theyāre still out there, hunting. And I know one day, theyāll come for me too.
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On the first night, we gathered around the campfire, sharing ghost stories. Tom, ever the prankster, told us about the Wendigo, a malevolent spirit from Algonquin legend that turns humans into insatiable cannibals. We laughed it off, but the dense forest around us seemed to whisper warnings.
The second night, strange calls began. They were distant at first, echoing through the treesālong, mournful howls that sent chills down my spine. "Probably wolves," Mike said, but he sounded uneasy. We huddled closer to the fire, the shadows dancing menacingly on the trees.
By the third night, the howls were closer. Tom and Danny decided to investigate, despite our protests. They grabbed flashlights and headed into the darkness, leaving us by the fire. Hours passed. We called out for them, but the forest swallowed our voices.
When they finally returned, something was off. Their eyes were wild, their clothes torn. "We didnāt see anything," Tom said shakily. Danny just nodded, staring into the fire as if he could see something we couldn't. We exchanged worried glances but said nothing.
The fourth night, Liz went missing. She'd gone to collect firewood and never came back. Panic set in. We searched the forest, calling her name until our voices were hoarse. There was no trace of her.
Tom and Danny grew more erratic. They whispered to each other in hushed tones, casting paranoid glances our way. It felt like they were hiding something, but fear kept us silent.
On the fifth night, the howls turned into screamsāagonizing, human screams that echoed in our ears long after they faded. We were terrified, huddled together in the tent, clutching each other. I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched.
The next morning, Mike was gone. His sleeping bag lay empty, the zipper torn open as if he'd been dragged out. Tom and Danny insisted we move camp, but their eyes gleamed with something sinister. I realized then, too late, that they were no longer my friends. They were something else, something hungry.
That night, Sarah and I stayed awake, listening to the howls. We planned to leave at first light, but they attacked before dawn. Tom and Dannyāor whatever they'd becomeācame for us with an insatiable hunger in their eyes. We fought, but it was no use. I managed to escape, running blindly through the forest, the screams of my friends echoing behind me.
I stumbled upon a ranger's cabin at dawn, exhausted and delirious. The rangers found me raving about the Wendigo. They never found my friends. Sometimes, late at night, I hear those mournful calls, and I know theyāre still out there, hunting. And I know one day, theyāll come for me too.
2024.05.14 12:56 Significant-Cut-2145 My neighbour the priest āļø
Sorry for my bad grammar Iām not good at writing but i wanted to share. Around a year ago I (15F) at the time lived in a smallish house with my single mother, my mum is a very bubbly woman who can start a conversation with anyone and is loved by everyone. I remember one morning hearing her talk to someone outside my bedroom window just shrugging it off I eventually went downstairs to ask who she was talking too. Finding out she was talking to our new neighbour. She was very sympathetic towards him as she described him as very old (she said around 95ish) and lived by himself, a nurse coming to visit him a few times a month, my mum also found out while talking to him he had no family members as they all passed so it really was just him she also mentioned that he was a priest which I found quite creepy.
a few weeks had passed by and my mum been the kind woman she was cut our new neighbours grass for him and would usually strike up a conversation out of pity. I just want to mention that I never saw this man once Iād just heard about him from my mums daily rambling.
My house had a window at the top of my stairs that if you looked out of faces the priests house and as they were almost identically built there was a window facing right back at ours, again I never saw this man only his dim landing light on. It had now been around 3 months since Iād heard from the priest. This One night i will never forget, around 1am Iād gone downstairs to get somthing to eat and on my journey back up the stairs and too my bedroom I looked out the landing window out of just pure instinct. There on the opposite side was the old man , his hand gripping the banister as he helped himself up the stiars, the lighting was terrible but he was very skinny as old people usually are. Been nosy I stood there for a moment wanting to get a good look at him, he was hunched over slightly as he struggled to almost carry his own body weight and I swore I could see the ridges of his spine thought his shirt as he hobbled out of view of the window. Not to be mean but this freaked me the fuck out and I immediately went to my room trying to get that disturbing image out my head before I slept.
Around a week maybe two later the priests nurse showed up at our door asking if weād seen him recently as she was unable to get into his house as it was completely locked and sealed. she hadnāt heard from him in over 4 months and was getting concerend for his well being. I wasnāt at home to tell her Iād seen him in the window as I was at school so my mother just said she hadnt heard from him either. The nurse called the police who broke down his door. I was just walking home as i reached my house, the police giving another blow at the door with like a pole thing i dont really know what it was all I do know is that when the door finally came down the smell that left that house could make anyones toes curl. All I can describe it as is when ur cat brings home a mouse and it dies under your couch without you knowing.
Rushing inside I immediately went up to my room. Peering out my bedroom window watching the police enter his house, covering their noses. I donāt really remember what happened after that except when they wheeled his body out in a black bag and into the back of a black van. It was sad really Iād never gotten to speak to him and Iād now felt guilty for been so horrified by his appearance.
My mum was also distraught by his passing and was talking to the police outside. The house took weeks to be cleaned as when heād died all the windows and doors were shut, keeping the smell locked in.
When the police left and the street went silent again i found myself spending more time with my mum downstairs, she has always been religious so as we spoke she lit a candle for him out of respect and to help him pass into heaven. Bringing up the putrid smell I asked her what the police told her. And what she told me has stuck with me since that day. They said heād died a few months ago and had been found, decomposing in his bed.
At first i just shrugged this off when she spoke, yeah it was disturbing but more sad nobody had noticed his disappearance. But then it clicked. If he died a few months ago, who was it that I saw through the window? I mentioned this to my mum, she also knew Iād never saw or spoke to him while he was alive so she asked me what he looked like.
Wispy white hair and a boney hunch. I still remember her face drop from a blush pink to a pale white.
We moved out a month later.
This story isnāt that interesting as I havenāt had many scary paranormal? Things happen to me but itās a true story so I hope you enjoyed :)
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a few weeks had passed by and my mum been the kind woman she was cut our new neighbours grass for him and would usually strike up a conversation out of pity. I just want to mention that I never saw this man once Iād just heard about him from my mums daily rambling.
My house had a window at the top of my stairs that if you looked out of faces the priests house and as they were almost identically built there was a window facing right back at ours, again I never saw this man only his dim landing light on. It had now been around 3 months since Iād heard from the priest. This One night i will never forget, around 1am Iād gone downstairs to get somthing to eat and on my journey back up the stairs and too my bedroom I looked out the landing window out of just pure instinct. There on the opposite side was the old man , his hand gripping the banister as he helped himself up the stiars, the lighting was terrible but he was very skinny as old people usually are. Been nosy I stood there for a moment wanting to get a good look at him, he was hunched over slightly as he struggled to almost carry his own body weight and I swore I could see the ridges of his spine thought his shirt as he hobbled out of view of the window. Not to be mean but this freaked me the fuck out and I immediately went to my room trying to get that disturbing image out my head before I slept.
Around a week maybe two later the priests nurse showed up at our door asking if weād seen him recently as she was unable to get into his house as it was completely locked and sealed. she hadnāt heard from him in over 4 months and was getting concerend for his well being. I wasnāt at home to tell her Iād seen him in the window as I was at school so my mother just said she hadnt heard from him either. The nurse called the police who broke down his door. I was just walking home as i reached my house, the police giving another blow at the door with like a pole thing i dont really know what it was all I do know is that when the door finally came down the smell that left that house could make anyones toes curl. All I can describe it as is when ur cat brings home a mouse and it dies under your couch without you knowing.
Rushing inside I immediately went up to my room. Peering out my bedroom window watching the police enter his house, covering their noses. I donāt really remember what happened after that except when they wheeled his body out in a black bag and into the back of a black van. It was sad really Iād never gotten to speak to him and Iād now felt guilty for been so horrified by his appearance.
My mum was also distraught by his passing and was talking to the police outside. The house took weeks to be cleaned as when heād died all the windows and doors were shut, keeping the smell locked in.
When the police left and the street went silent again i found myself spending more time with my mum downstairs, she has always been religious so as we spoke she lit a candle for him out of respect and to help him pass into heaven. Bringing up the putrid smell I asked her what the police told her. And what she told me has stuck with me since that day. They said heād died a few months ago and had been found, decomposing in his bed.
At first i just shrugged this off when she spoke, yeah it was disturbing but more sad nobody had noticed his disappearance. But then it clicked. If he died a few months ago, who was it that I saw through the window? I mentioned this to my mum, she also knew Iād never saw or spoke to him while he was alive so she asked me what he looked like.
Wispy white hair and a boney hunch. I still remember her face drop from a blush pink to a pale white.
We moved out a month later.
This story isnāt that interesting as I havenāt had many scary paranormal? Things happen to me but itās a true story so I hope you enjoyed :)
2024.05.14 12:54 Thin-Experience4984 Pub Licensing review - anyone experienced it
A pub has recently re-opened up that backs onto a set of terraced houses. The pub shut 20+ years ago and was being used by a charity to store food etc. 99% of the people bought in the area not aware it was ever a pub as all signage etc had been removed. It just looked like a beautiful historical building. Since re-opening the landlord is refusing to do anything to help the issues of the noise. For example he deliberately opens all windows and doors to allow maximum noise escape when they have bands/djs on. He allows customers to stay passed the closing time and they are often outside till 5am with music blaring. The noise is so bad you cant hear the TV even though we have double glazing and secondary glazing
The council have been made aware but when they turn up he is being tipped off so he is good as gold the days they turn up. We have a mountain of evidence - over 100 breaches to the license etc but the council are struggling to pin him down.
Their suggestion was that we apply for a license review. This way, they can without his input effectively change the license to respect the neighbourhood.
My question is - has anyone ever done an appeal and won. We are looking for any suggestions that would help.
Edit. we are not trying to close him down or stop the live music. Just make it suitable for the built-up neighbourhood we live in. Most didn't know it held a license. Plus, we want the pub to work in the area - but no one can really justify lockins in the garden till 5am on school nights
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The council have been made aware but when they turn up he is being tipped off so he is good as gold the days they turn up. We have a mountain of evidence - over 100 breaches to the license etc but the council are struggling to pin him down.
Their suggestion was that we apply for a license review. This way, they can without his input effectively change the license to respect the neighbourhood.
My question is - has anyone ever done an appeal and won. We are looking for any suggestions that would help.
Edit. we are not trying to close him down or stop the live music. Just make it suitable for the built-up neighbourhood we live in. Most didn't know it held a license. Plus, we want the pub to work in the area - but no one can really justify lockins in the garden till 5am on school nights
2024.05.14 12:43 Dull-Name-6213 Confused by an infp female
Im an isfp male who was just chilling in class till i had my first interaction with this infp female. The year was fresh so i didn't really know her personally, she is super quiet and acts so serious most of the time. She sat next to me for the very first time and we hasn't talked much.. it was kinda awkward. After some time she got to know me a bit more.. we started to talk more.. and i started to know her better too. I just realized that she has a 'cute' side or something that she just dosen't show to anyone. I loved that side and i really liked how mysterious she is. We were sitting next to each other like everyday.. and i started to try to ask her some questions and throw some light jokes and some shit like that. She was acting so cold. After like one month passed i realized that she is actually following my friend and she actually sat behind him on purpose (cuz his best friend always sat next to him).. i wasn't really sure about her chasing for him thing until some time passed and she started to show more interest towards him and i just got it. All that happened and i was confused why she invites me to sit next to her while chasing him by sitting around him a lot. I had some kind of feelings for her and i didn't have such a great connection with her so i chose to move on. I can't fake being her 'friend' while having feelings for her. So i stopped sitting next to her and when she invites me i simply refuse. I didn't really ghost her or anything cruel, i just wanted to limit contact as a defense mechanism. She likes him and im sure but what i didn't get yet that she acts so goofy towards me and tease me a lot and smile when she sees me and while i was sitting alone i noticed many times that her best friend stares at me but i act like i didn't see her. What really confused me, that she treat us (me and him) so differently from others. She tease us, act goofy toward us and smile at us when she see us and all kind of interest signs. But for others she acts so cold.. just how she acted towards me at the beginning of the year. As the time passes we had 1 on 1 conversations and she was super talkative like i never imagined. And she became more interested.. i usually have the resting bitch face so whenever she sees me she thinks im sad and asks me if something is wrong. All of that yet she still chase him. One day we were in class and she started crying so much, that i felt shit for her and sat next to her and supported her emotionally.. i showed her that i care and told her that what she is feeling is totally ok and i spent two hours discussing what happened to her and i ever told her some emberrasing stuff that happened to me in the past just to make her smile. Im not a chase and im not a nice guy, i just wanted to provide her with the same support she gave me. Until she was okay again. The guy who she used to chase just told her ' to stop drama '. After some time she asked me a favor.. and ' please brother ' And here i got pissed off and just acted normal and i was thinking to really ghost her forever after that cuz she gave me hope after i moved on completely and now she destroyed my hopes. I remember that i was so mad that day and went for a long walk alone thinking about the whole situation and how girls just like assholes not someone who respects them. This time it was hard to move on and i just took a week off just to "process my feelings" cuz i really got obsessed with her for a long time and its hard to completely move on now. I get attached to people so fast. After that week i remember the day i was back.. she was extremely happy to see me or something and she came to me and teased me so much and i sat next to me and started talking and she said " I really like to teaasee you UwU " One day i came to school and she was so excited and told me to sit in front of her cuz she was sitting next to her bestfriend.. then i said okay whatever. Then her bestfriend was going to the bathroom and then she came sat next to me instantly and her best friend said so you're going to leave me alone then? She said no i will sit next to you when you're back. And then from here we started talking and she was asking me some personal questions and then we started talking about some deep and personal stuff. I asked her stuff about her personality and she answered me and the conversation was going so great.. she asked me to leave the classroom with her and i just refused but she didn't leave and sat next to me anyway. I noticed that she doesn't chase him much like she used to and she sit randomly in class yet she still jokes with him and stuff.
After that long story i just want to know what is going on, why she is giving me mixed signals and she acts interrested on both of us. If she doesn't like me romantically why acts that way.. why she just doesn't treat me like anyone else. Im really confused and i need an advice from you INFPs
Thank you so much for reading.
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After that long story i just want to know what is going on, why she is giving me mixed signals and she acts interrested on both of us. If she doesn't like me romantically why acts that way.. why she just doesn't treat me like anyone else. Im really confused and i need an advice from you INFPs
Thank you so much for reading.
2024.05.14 12:41 KimikuSan Iām always fighting with my dad and he wouldnāt hear me out about anything. What do I do?
For a bit of context: I (19 F) live with my Dad, my little Sister (17) and my little brother (10) together. My mom passed away due to cancer and I was the only one who was kn therapy for a year. My dad has a well paying job but it requires him to work a lot of overtime. He comes home late everyday and I only see him during diner time (we eat at around 9 PM which is too late for me since I usually go to sleep at 10 PM) and in the morning while getting ready for school. Im in my last year and in the middle of my exams. I have only two left and Iām finished this Friday. My sister and I donāt have a good relationship with our dad. He always worked this late so we never build a relationship with him. I think my sister hates him and I feel like Iām slowly hating him too. Weāre always arguing and Iām tired of this kind of relationship with him. Since Iām almost finished with school he wants to know what I want to do after school. Our family lives a three hours drive away from us. We regularly visit them and since we have an house there where my grandma (my mothers mom) lives there with her husband who also has cancer. The house is decided in three flats. My grandmother lives in one, the other one is for when weāre visiting them and the third one isnāt occupied. After my graduation I want to move in there to get away from my dad. I Hoped that the relationship between my dad and me could heal and get better if we didnāt see each other that much so we would appreciate seeing each other. After my last exam on Friday I plan to apply for jobs in the area to finance my studies. I admit, Iām late with applying for jobs but better late then never. I just had an argument with my dad about the whole thing. Since he seems conflicted with me wanting to move out I just said that I wasnāt sure on what to do after school. This spiraled into a fight between us. I got really frustrated, I was crying and tried to tell him my feelings but he really couldnāt care less. He said I was overreacting and didnāt talk to me. Nothing helped and Iām deeply disappointed in my father. Heās acting like a child and Iām sick and tired of him and his behavior. Since some time now Iām not speaking with him much. This situation is really stressing me out and Iām not sure if Iām in the wrong or not. It feels like he wants me to stay with him and my siblings but I feel trapped at home and only accepted and tolerated. I want to escape so bad. What should I do when talking isnāt working? i canāt concentrate on my exams like that. Am I in the wrong for wanting to move out? Iām so conflicted and donāt know what to do.
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2024.05.14 12:33 Mkyhhd Washington Tries to Break Power Grid Logjams;
New rules aim to boost renewables and meet surging electricity demand
Patterson, Scott. Wall Street Journal (Online); New York, N.Y.. 13 May 2024.
https://www.wsj.com/politics/policy/washington-tries-to-break-power-grid-logjams-cb2eb006
WASHINGTONāA little-known but powerful regulator has finalized sweeping new rules designed to expand the construction of big power lines and bring more renewable energy to U.S. homes and businesses.
The rules approved by the Federal Energy Regulatory Commission, which oversees wholesale electricity markets, are expected to make it easier for big regional transmission projects to get approval.
FERC approved two rules Monday, one that will require companies that produce and transmit electricity to weigh factors such as supply and demand over at least two decades and another that addresses permitting of critical projects in areas that lack adequate transmission capacity.
The rule requiring long-term planning is "the biggest single action by the federal government to advance transmission," said Rob Gramlich, president of Grid Strategies, a power consulting firm.
The long-term plans will need to account for the impact of extreme weather tied to climate change along with the cost of projects. By expanding transmission capacity, regions hit by weather disasters will be more resilient because they can access power from other parts of the country.
Most utilities already plan for future demand and other contingencies, but few do so decades in the future. What has resulted is a largely ad-hoc national grid that has at times left utilities behind the curve amid shifting power generation technologies, demand and destructive weather events fueled by climate change.
In Georgia, the state's main utility, Georgia Power, has increased demand projections sixteen-fold and plans to burn more natural gas to meet that demand. Virginia's largest utility, Dominion Energy, which supplies electricity to most of the state's data centers, expects their power use to quadruple over the next 15 years , representing 40% of the utility's demand in the state.
"Our country is facing an unprecedented surge in demand for affordable electricity while confronting extreme weather threats to the reliability of our grid and trying to stay one step ahead of the massive technological changes we are seeing in our society," FERC Chairman Willie Phillips said Monday.
Republican Commissioner Mark Christie voted against the long-term planning rule, which he said is unfair to consumers and oversteps FERC's authority.
Senate Majority Leader Chuck Schumer (D., N.Y.) said on a media call Monday that FERC's planning rule helps make up for Congress's failure in the past few years to pass legislation to expand power transmission. He said he doesn't expect Congress to pass transmission legislation this year.
Across the U.S., plans for myriad new power projects, largely wind and solar, are languishing due to delays in their ability to connect to the grid. The backlog of new power projects, mostly solar, wind and battery storage, seeking to connect to the grid jumped by 30% in 2023 from the previous year, according to a recent report by the Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory. New projects "are mired in lengthy and uncertain interconnection study processes," the report said.
The rule is designed to push projects that benefit ratepayers, resulting in more transmission capacity that can deliver cheaper electricity. It also addresses how costs are spread out among ratepayers in projects that include multiple states.
"Cost allocation is a huge issue, and it's a contentious one," said Larry Gasteiger, executive director of Wires, a trade association.
Critics of the rule say it could clash with oversight of utilities by local regulators and potentially lead to increases in consumer bills. Several Republican attorneys general have threatened to sue the government over the rule, claiming FERC is overstepping its authority in a bid to bring more clean energy onto the grid.
Utilities aren't always proponents of long-distance power lines, which can bring in power cheaper than their own generation. The cost of wind and solar energy has plunged in recent years, making it more competitive with natural gas.
"One of the main reasons utilities don't want to build a major transmission [project] is because it can harm their power-plant business," said Ari Peskoe, director of Harvard Law School's Electricity Law Initiative.
The planning rule also provides new guidelines for the role of states in big transmission projects and seeks to enlist their input in the early stages of project planning.
The new rules come as demand for power is rising, driven by new manufacturing, electric vehicles and giant data centers catering to artificial intelligence. That has caused utilities to scramble to adapt, some backtracking on plans to retire fossil-fuel power plants or add new natural-gas generation.
The planning requirements will also spur utilities to adopt more so-called grid-enhancement technologies , such as sensors and power flow control devices, which can improve the transmission of electricity across existing lines. Such technologies are often cheaper than building new power lines.
The Biden administration is pulling other levers to spur transmission construction. Last month, the Energy Department moved to become the lead federal agency coordinating environmental approval of major transmission projects across the U.S. in a bid to fast-track grid-infrastructure construction . The new process seeks to reduce the red tape grid planners faced as they sought separate approvals from a patchwork of federal agencies such as the Environmental Protection Agency, Interior Department and the Agriculture Department.
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Credit: By Scott Patterson
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Patterson, Scott. Wall Street Journal (Online); New York, N.Y.. 13 May 2024.
https://www.wsj.com/politics/policy/washington-tries-to-break-power-grid-logjams-cb2eb006
WASHINGTONāA little-known but powerful regulator has finalized sweeping new rules designed to expand the construction of big power lines and bring more renewable energy to U.S. homes and businesses.
The rules approved by the Federal Energy Regulatory Commission, which oversees wholesale electricity markets, are expected to make it easier for big regional transmission projects to get approval.
FERC approved two rules Monday, one that will require companies that produce and transmit electricity to weigh factors such as supply and demand over at least two decades and another that addresses permitting of critical projects in areas that lack adequate transmission capacity.
The rule requiring long-term planning is "the biggest single action by the federal government to advance transmission," said Rob Gramlich, president of Grid Strategies, a power consulting firm.
The long-term plans will need to account for the impact of extreme weather tied to climate change along with the cost of projects. By expanding transmission capacity, regions hit by weather disasters will be more resilient because they can access power from other parts of the country.
Most utilities already plan for future demand and other contingencies, but few do so decades in the future. What has resulted is a largely ad-hoc national grid that has at times left utilities behind the curve amid shifting power generation technologies, demand and destructive weather events fueled by climate change.
In Georgia, the state's main utility, Georgia Power, has increased demand projections sixteen-fold and plans to burn more natural gas to meet that demand. Virginia's largest utility, Dominion Energy, which supplies electricity to most of the state's data centers, expects their power use to quadruple over the next 15 years , representing 40% of the utility's demand in the state.
"Our country is facing an unprecedented surge in demand for affordable electricity while confronting extreme weather threats to the reliability of our grid and trying to stay one step ahead of the massive technological changes we are seeing in our society," FERC Chairman Willie Phillips said Monday.
Republican Commissioner Mark Christie voted against the long-term planning rule, which he said is unfair to consumers and oversteps FERC's authority.
Senate Majority Leader Chuck Schumer (D., N.Y.) said on a media call Monday that FERC's planning rule helps make up for Congress's failure in the past few years to pass legislation to expand power transmission. He said he doesn't expect Congress to pass transmission legislation this year.
Across the U.S., plans for myriad new power projects, largely wind and solar, are languishing due to delays in their ability to connect to the grid. The backlog of new power projects, mostly solar, wind and battery storage, seeking to connect to the grid jumped by 30% in 2023 from the previous year, according to a recent report by the Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory. New projects "are mired in lengthy and uncertain interconnection study processes," the report said.
The rule is designed to push projects that benefit ratepayers, resulting in more transmission capacity that can deliver cheaper electricity. It also addresses how costs are spread out among ratepayers in projects that include multiple states.
"Cost allocation is a huge issue, and it's a contentious one," said Larry Gasteiger, executive director of Wires, a trade association.
Critics of the rule say it could clash with oversight of utilities by local regulators and potentially lead to increases in consumer bills. Several Republican attorneys general have threatened to sue the government over the rule, claiming FERC is overstepping its authority in a bid to bring more clean energy onto the grid.
Utilities aren't always proponents of long-distance power lines, which can bring in power cheaper than their own generation. The cost of wind and solar energy has plunged in recent years, making it more competitive with natural gas.
"One of the main reasons utilities don't want to build a major transmission [project] is because it can harm their power-plant business," said Ari Peskoe, director of Harvard Law School's Electricity Law Initiative.
The planning rule also provides new guidelines for the role of states in big transmission projects and seeks to enlist their input in the early stages of project planning.
The new rules come as demand for power is rising, driven by new manufacturing, electric vehicles and giant data centers catering to artificial intelligence. That has caused utilities to scramble to adapt, some backtracking on plans to retire fossil-fuel power plants or add new natural-gas generation.
The planning requirements will also spur utilities to adopt more so-called grid-enhancement technologies , such as sensors and power flow control devices, which can improve the transmission of electricity across existing lines. Such technologies are often cheaper than building new power lines.
The Biden administration is pulling other levers to spur transmission construction. Last month, the Energy Department moved to become the lead federal agency coordinating environmental approval of major transmission projects across the U.S. in a bid to fast-track grid-infrastructure construction . The new process seeks to reduce the red tape grid planners faced as they sought separate approvals from a patchwork of federal agencies such as the Environmental Protection Agency, Interior Department and the Agriculture Department.
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Credit: By Scott Patterson
2024.05.14 12:31 specialllk6 Overwhelmed, Exhausted and Underappreciated
Title pretty much says it all. I'm basically stuck in a toxic relationship with literally no support.
This is a long read, I'm sorry. It feels so good to finally be able to speak all of this out loud.
I've been with my partner for close to a decade and I would be lying if I said it was ever really great. A little backstory: we started dating in early 2017 when we were both 19 turning 20 and moved in with each other that same summer. We lived 2 hours away from each other when we met and our visits always consisted of me traveling to see her and eventually I moved to her city. She had a car, I did not. From the start, we struggled with infidelity (at the beginning it was both of us but I can admit that these days I'm the problem in that aspect), financial issues and just overall not seeing eye to eye. The biggest problem to date is the financial issues we have.
In the beginning, my partner was not diagnosed with anything and was really reckless (constantly quitting jobs, spending most money on weed and fast food, trying other drugs) and also very aggressive and messy (drama). I don't think I have to explain the amount of pressure and stress that put on me to make sure bills and rent were being paid while only making $11/hr while also trying to navigate her emotions and the never-ending drama cycle. I NEVER WANTED TO BE A PROVIDER and I made this clear to my partner on many occasions but I was still being forced to basically pay for her lifestyle. Her only response to my complaints about money was "everyone struggles, look at my parents". Her parents are decent people but definitely not role models when it comes to finances and neither are mine. I was young and in love and this was my first "adult" relationship so in my mind these were normal things that young people go through. I wholeheartedly believed that eventually she would come around and chill out, I was slightly right.
About 4 years ago she was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) and it felt like maybe things were turning around. She got on meds and in therapy and it seemed as though things were getting better. Unfortunately it did not get better. Well, her emotional state got better. Financially not much changed. She went from getting and quitting jobs to just not applying because "they're not a good fit" and if I say anything about it I get called names and "not supportive". To be fair she will doordash from time to time but that money goes to weed and fast food. There was a time when I was pleading with her to just get a job and help me out and she literally told me that a good partner would basically just suck it up and deal with it because she's mentally ill. Apparently the years before she was diagnosed don't count as me sucking it up and dealing with it lol. She also will berate me and tell me I need meds and therapy but doesn't realize I need money to pay for those things lol. She has free healthcare through the state, I pay for mine through my job and it's not good.
Earlier I mentioned how she was the only one with a car when we got together and 7 years later its still the same way. Even though I'm the only one that works and I make enough to go finance a car, I can't. All of my money goes towards bills/rent and you guessed it, her car payment. After paying bills every week I can't even afford $250 for a road test for my license. I drive every day, she literally will refuse to drive if I'm with her. When things are good its our car, when she gets mad its her car and I can't drive it and I need to find a way to work blah blah blah. I can't talk to her about these things because all she does is say I'm blaming her for my problems and it's not her fault my mom didn't buy me a car as a teenager. LOL. But she absolutely is the reason I can't afford a car of my own and my mom not buying me a car 10 years ago has nothing to do with our current circumstances.
I stopped smoking weed and I'm trying to be more active (I'm overweight) and now I'm a narcissist according to her. I didn't ask her to stop with me or to start being active but apparently she feels some type of way about it. I can't express my feelings to her about how this relationship dynamic does not work for me or how I'm completely overwhelmed and exhausted without her deflecting and making everything my fault. I can't tell her how I don't feel cared for when she brushes my feelings off as nagging because she will call me a narcissist.
I've been having knee problems and could possibly need surgery, it that happens we are fucked and more than likely going to be homeless and without a car. I have a better job than before but still no savings and only enough PTO to last maybe a week. She's currently in school and doesn't work because it's too much for her.
The worst part of all this is the fact that I can't tell my family or friends what I'm going through because 1. She will be upset. She doesn't want to be judged and not be seen as "innocent, sweet, and caring". Those are her own words she uses to describe herself. Meanwhile she tells her family EVERYTHING. If I upset her in any way she's running to the sibling group chat. Apparently its ok for her family to form an opinion of me and pass judgment but not for my family. 2. I feel embarrassed. I don't want to be called a fool for dealing with this for so long.
Obviously leaving her is an option but I have no money and I'm 2 hours away from my closest family. I've pretty much lived my entire adult life in the city that I'm currently in, with her.
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This is a long read, I'm sorry. It feels so good to finally be able to speak all of this out loud.
I've been with my partner for close to a decade and I would be lying if I said it was ever really great. A little backstory: we started dating in early 2017 when we were both 19 turning 20 and moved in with each other that same summer. We lived 2 hours away from each other when we met and our visits always consisted of me traveling to see her and eventually I moved to her city. She had a car, I did not. From the start, we struggled with infidelity (at the beginning it was both of us but I can admit that these days I'm the problem in that aspect), financial issues and just overall not seeing eye to eye. The biggest problem to date is the financial issues we have.
In the beginning, my partner was not diagnosed with anything and was really reckless (constantly quitting jobs, spending most money on weed and fast food, trying other drugs) and also very aggressive and messy (drama). I don't think I have to explain the amount of pressure and stress that put on me to make sure bills and rent were being paid while only making $11/hr while also trying to navigate her emotions and the never-ending drama cycle. I NEVER WANTED TO BE A PROVIDER and I made this clear to my partner on many occasions but I was still being forced to basically pay for her lifestyle. Her only response to my complaints about money was "everyone struggles, look at my parents". Her parents are decent people but definitely not role models when it comes to finances and neither are mine. I was young and in love and this was my first "adult" relationship so in my mind these were normal things that young people go through. I wholeheartedly believed that eventually she would come around and chill out, I was slightly right.
About 4 years ago she was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) and it felt like maybe things were turning around. She got on meds and in therapy and it seemed as though things were getting better. Unfortunately it did not get better. Well, her emotional state got better. Financially not much changed. She went from getting and quitting jobs to just not applying because "they're not a good fit" and if I say anything about it I get called names and "not supportive". To be fair she will doordash from time to time but that money goes to weed and fast food. There was a time when I was pleading with her to just get a job and help me out and she literally told me that a good partner would basically just suck it up and deal with it because she's mentally ill. Apparently the years before she was diagnosed don't count as me sucking it up and dealing with it lol. She also will berate me and tell me I need meds and therapy but doesn't realize I need money to pay for those things lol. She has free healthcare through the state, I pay for mine through my job and it's not good.
Earlier I mentioned how she was the only one with a car when we got together and 7 years later its still the same way. Even though I'm the only one that works and I make enough to go finance a car, I can't. All of my money goes towards bills/rent and you guessed it, her car payment. After paying bills every week I can't even afford $250 for a road test for my license. I drive every day, she literally will refuse to drive if I'm with her. When things are good its our car, when she gets mad its her car and I can't drive it and I need to find a way to work blah blah blah. I can't talk to her about these things because all she does is say I'm blaming her for my problems and it's not her fault my mom didn't buy me a car as a teenager. LOL. But she absolutely is the reason I can't afford a car of my own and my mom not buying me a car 10 years ago has nothing to do with our current circumstances.
I stopped smoking weed and I'm trying to be more active (I'm overweight) and now I'm a narcissist according to her. I didn't ask her to stop with me or to start being active but apparently she feels some type of way about it. I can't express my feelings to her about how this relationship dynamic does not work for me or how I'm completely overwhelmed and exhausted without her deflecting and making everything my fault. I can't tell her how I don't feel cared for when she brushes my feelings off as nagging because she will call me a narcissist.
I've been having knee problems and could possibly need surgery, it that happens we are fucked and more than likely going to be homeless and without a car. I have a better job than before but still no savings and only enough PTO to last maybe a week. She's currently in school and doesn't work because it's too much for her.
The worst part of all this is the fact that I can't tell my family or friends what I'm going through because 1. She will be upset. She doesn't want to be judged and not be seen as "innocent, sweet, and caring". Those are her own words she uses to describe herself. Meanwhile she tells her family EVERYTHING. If I upset her in any way she's running to the sibling group chat. Apparently its ok for her family to form an opinion of me and pass judgment but not for my family. 2. I feel embarrassed. I don't want to be called a fool for dealing with this for so long.
Obviously leaving her is an option but I have no money and I'm 2 hours away from my closest family. I've pretty much lived my entire adult life in the city that I'm currently in, with her.
2024.05.14 12:27 Flamewakerr To EA and whom it may concern, sincerely, from one of us
Hey everyone, amidst the thousands of rants, in light of Nick's movement, I think it's time for me to say something, maybe no one cares, I don't have a major platform to get my word out, but I still think that it's good to get these things out here and perhaps the best thing all of this can do is change the way we perceive the game as a player base. This will be long, so those of you willing to, bear with me.
Let me tell you something from a point of view of someone who loved the game for a long time. We're a bunch of very versatile people from all over the place and maybe it can also teach us a lesson or two. On one hand, you have kids who play it for the same reason I played it some good 15 years ago, and you've got us, the older players, who loved the game for what it was growing up because it was the best football themed game out there in many aspects, although FIFA entries weren't the only good thing about that era (shoutout to PES 2006 and 2010). It's a game that I used to enjoy because I love football as a sport, I used to play it basically on a professional level, this is the best "active" form for me to engage with the game. I'm probably too stupid for Football Manager though I believe it's only a matter of watchin a few videos to get into it and understand the in-depth mechanics. I always tried playing it and got lost in the menus within 5 minutes. But for what it's worth, I understood FIFA, I understood FUT and the shell of what it once was, the grind was fun to me, using players from past and present that I like, well, until it all got burned to the fucking ground within a year. I was never an Elite div or Rank 1 or even Rank 2 player. But I had certain results, I would get 9 to 11 wins most of the time and with enough free time I could always climb to atleast div 2 in Rivals. Sure, many of you are better and I realize that, but it's not about that. To me it was always about getting better at the game for myself, on my own terms, there would be some progression to it and getting better throughout the years always made me happy. Adult life is adult life and it's very individual, some of us have more free time on our hands, others don't. In my case, I barely have time to do my daily play matches, some SBCs and play Champs on the weekend because of work.
But the question is - how can I consistently enjoy the game if:
Sorry for the long post, I guess I just felt like I needed to tell someone.
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Let me tell you something from a point of view of someone who loved the game for a long time. We're a bunch of very versatile people from all over the place and maybe it can also teach us a lesson or two. On one hand, you have kids who play it for the same reason I played it some good 15 years ago, and you've got us, the older players, who loved the game for what it was growing up because it was the best football themed game out there in many aspects, although FIFA entries weren't the only good thing about that era (shoutout to PES 2006 and 2010). It's a game that I used to enjoy because I love football as a sport, I used to play it basically on a professional level, this is the best "active" form for me to engage with the game. I'm probably too stupid for Football Manager though I believe it's only a matter of watchin a few videos to get into it and understand the in-depth mechanics. I always tried playing it and got lost in the menus within 5 minutes. But for what it's worth, I understood FIFA, I understood FUT and the shell of what it once was, the grind was fun to me, using players from past and present that I like, well, until it all got burned to the fucking ground within a year. I was never an Elite div or Rank 1 or even Rank 2 player. But I had certain results, I would get 9 to 11 wins most of the time and with enough free time I could always climb to atleast div 2 in Rivals. Sure, many of you are better and I realize that, but it's not about that. To me it was always about getting better at the game for myself, on my own terms, there would be some progression to it and getting better throughout the years always made me happy. Adult life is adult life and it's very individual, some of us have more free time on our hands, others don't. In my case, I barely have time to do my daily play matches, some SBCs and play Champs on the weekend because of work.
But the question is - how can I consistently enjoy the game if:
- a) every single thing and tactic that I figure out, gets nerfed within a few months - and I'm not talking about ratty shit, I'm talking things like finesse shots, trivelas, some useful passes, just gameplay stuff
- b) they don't do shit to fix broken things in-game, like OP cutbacks, I came to peace with them, but still, it's too OP, or doing things to somehow nerf or balance situations when people pass between the GK and CB from the 70th minute onwards. Idk how many of you were around when they banned Kurt, but they pulled up a whole statement about policies regarding in-game toxicity for building towards a fun experience for everyone, yet they don't do shit with the game itself.
- c) the game itself wants you to feel bad about your gameplay and even tries to pass off DDA as skill issue. Of course, at times it really comes down to your skills, but how often do you hear the commentators praise you? At times even when you're leading, they keep repeating how it's a matter of time until you concede an equalizer. You know those graphics on the pitch itself? The win probability stuff. It shows up only when you're losing, even if you are let's say one goal behind and it's the 65th minute, they'll show you a whole statistic all over the fucking pitch, telling you that you have a 2% chance to win the game. To demoralize you. To make you feel like you need to keep upgrading and upgrading and upgrading and once you run out of fodder and luck, to go dump your money into store packs. And even that doesn't help you, the pack weight is shit, you just get quick fodder for unreasonable money, and the theories that spending money on the game improves your gameplay, it's all bogus. To put it simple, if you achieve something, you will not see anything positive. No congratulations screen, just infographics, but when you do something bad, God forbid, you will get fact-bombed about how shit you are. From a psychological point of view, this game is toxic to it's core and it's very, very, very unhealthy for one's mental health. If you're an adult, trying to relax after tons of stressful shit in your daily life, this is not the place for proverbial relaxation. If you're a kid who's going through your teen years, those years are stressful for many reasons and once again, this cannot possibly help you. I hold no grudge towards many players as I am aware that many players are very young (less than 18) and perhaps that generation is simply like that and there's nothing we can do about it. I'm talking only about FUT, I believe that Pro Clubs are probably way more lighthearted and fun and I treat Career Mode which has been abandoned, as a separate game basically.
- d) Obvious gambling issues. Enough has been said. I am one of the minority in thinking that there is nothing wrong with buying a pack here or there if you're an adult and if it doesn't impact serious aspects of your life. If you earn money, it's entirely up to you how you spend it. Some people like fine dining and dump money on food. Some people collect stuff and dump money on collectibles. Some people overspend to impress their s/o. So, in theory, there is nothing wrong with spending money on or within a game as a concept. But what is wrong is how it works in this game in particular. You get new packs over and over again, the store is full of things to spend money on, but the core game itself is neglected gameplay-wise. Content is okay, SBCs are okay, with exchanges and stuff, it's really good actually. I am one of those who actually enjoy both the menus and the gameplay itself, equally. All of it is a part of the experience. But you have really bad things going on with your games and the only thing that you do as a dev is dump packs? And even those packs, the pack weight is absolute shit, it's turned into a casino, a slot machine, because it's all rigged towards you ending on a loss, thus having the psychological effect of you not getting your dopamine shot of packing something nice, often you're not in a situation to buy another one, so this will linger in the back of your head, that you didn't complete the process and you need to see if next time you'll finally get something good. Or, you bought it with coins and now you lost a good amount of coins, so you think of buying the next one with FP, or even worse, you can afford it and you just successfully gave them twice the intended amount of money. This is a serious, self-destructive behavioral pattern, take it from someone who has some education in a field very close to all of that. Teach children that and you can legitimately ruin their lives. Say, if you knew what you're getting, exactly what, or atleast if you knew that there is a smaller pool of what you can pack, or guaranteed something for a symbolic amount of money, I'd say it is what it is, since we truly do live in an era full of microtransactions and that's just something that's a part of online gaming nowadays. The bad part is overspending on something that will just not reward you anyhow or grant you any sort of benefit. Even games with battle passes have better options in this regard. You're getting better progression in exchange for a symbolic amount of money.
- e) The game itself doesn't work properly! You're getting DNFs left and right, you can't even navigate through SBCs and your club without the game freezing multiple times. EA keeps fucking up with "unintended rewards" first it was Messi, I did the SBC, got nothing, life goes on. Several times I had issues where objectives didn't count, whatever, life goes on, it's a game. Or some rewards got bugged and fucked me over multiple times, whatever, life goes on. This most recent L1 red pick stuff, that was honestly the last straw, not even the fact that I didn't get them simply because I have a life and don't camp in front of my console each Friday to sweat my ass off for the very start of the Champs Finals, but because they finally spilled the beans, told us we were never supposed to get good cards out of it with a decent percentage and on top of that, they ruined the small amount of fun I had playing with Paletools between meetings at work (by that I mean killing the droprate and nerfing pack weight).
Sorry for the long post, I guess I just felt like I needed to tell someone.
2024.05.14 12:21 LadyDairhean Generations
The Great Depression had a significant and lasting impact on society, especially in the Dust Bowl states. Oklahoma suffered the worst and is still suffering from its effects. The stock market crashed in 1929. This was 11 years after the end of WWI when a lot of working age men were killed. My father was 19 years old. Children age 4 and older had to go to work in the fields harvesting and hoeing weeds. My maternal grandmother who was born in 1932 cut broomcorn and picked cotton by hand. The International Harvester for cotton was invented in 1940, but only came into widespread use by 1970. The broomcorn industry died out in 1980. Older boys age 11 and up went to work in sawmills and the trades. Watch the movie Walk the Line. Johnny Cashās older brother of 14 was almost cut vertically in half when he slipped and was cut through the sternum by a large saw blade. Can you imagine being that young and handling dangerous machinery with no safety equipment? Safety equipment didnāt exist back then and neither did child labor laws. Those old Boomer children worked just as hard as adults to help feed their families. They were punished for playing. They had to suck it up and endure extreme hardship just to eat and they ate very little. Everyone was starving and filthy. There was as no indoor plumbing, no electricity and no air conditioning. I watched my grandmother work from sun up to exhaustion and she slept in her clothes. When she died, her bra strap hooks were rusted from sweat because she never removed it, meaning she hadnāt bathed in decades. She was 4-8ā and wore a child size medium. She was conditioned to hard work and starvation. She and her family including my mother never overcame the effects of the Depression. She was functionally illiterate despite graduating high school in 1948.
Education stopped at third-fourth grade for the average child because parents were extremely poor and couldnāt afford to pay for schooling. School was different then. Teachers lived in a teacherage provided by the school district and earned a living stipend from the state to teach grades 1-4 how to read, write, sign their names, cipher, count money and read a watch. That was the extent of free education. Advanced learning after 4rth grade was taught by subscription very similar to private tutoring. Grades 5-7 were called grade school. Grades 7-12 were called high school. They didnāt have Junior High.
In 1935, the Second New Deal created the Works Progress / Projects Administration (WPA) to help people recover from the Depression. A lot of new schools were built during this period. Schools were funded with a combination of state aid and a tax levy called a mill collected from every resident in a school district. When Boomers say they shouldnāt have to pay a school tax because they donāt have children in school, this is what theyāre referring to. They had the right to vote against a tax levy. These days, we call them temporary sales tax increases to fund things like new gym equipment. Everyone inside the school district votes on the increase and everyone inside and outside the district has to pay the sales tax if they shop at a store in the district. These no-voters will shop outside the district if the tax increase passes.
Fast forward to WWII (1939-1945) and the Korean War (1950-1953) and we see a significant decrease in school attendance that results in the closure of many rural schools. Many of this second generation of Boomers grew up in boarding schools and orphanages because their mothers couldnāt afford to feed them. This period resulted in a high population of youth being institutionalized. One of my grandmotherās sisters was raped by her uncle at age 14 and was sent to an asylum for the mentally ill. My mother (born 1952) and her sisters were taken by DHS (called CPS today) and sent to a girlās state school after their father died of cirrhosis at the age of 42. He was a bootlegger who literally drank himself to death. Prohibition (1920-1933) was another result of the Depression. It lasted until 1952 in Oklahoma. Forced sterilization in mental institutions was outlawed in 1951 for the sake of medical study. The practice began in 1931 because the state believed that mental illness/retardation was genetic and caused by incest/inbreeding. It runs in my motherās family so I can confirm the state was right. Mutations in the brain can be passed from mother to child.
The third generation of Boomers was born during the Vietnam War (1955-1975). I was born in 1973, so Iām technically Gen X with Boomer influences but not to the point that Iām a raging psycho. I consider those born in the 60s to be the third Boomer generation. My town lost its high school in 1968 and stopped at the eighth grade. All those who graduated from the 60s-1980 are the anti education gatekeepers of the workforce that Iām personally struggling with. These are the people who hate anyone with an education level above theirs. Theyāre offended by education unless youāre a doctor or a lawyer and they can use you. They are also anti-technology and refuse to use it. They are bullies who are socially enmeshed and always in your business. This generation of women married older men because men their age were fighting in a war. Or, they married wealthy men. Those women didnāt have to work and became bored housewives. I blame daytime soap operas for teaching these idiots their horrible social skills. They stayed home almost 24/7 except for when they were at the hair salon or shopping. They wore a lot of makeup too and nail polish contained formaldehyde. The amount of lead and toxic chemicals they were exposed to was very high. My mother was in this category from 1970-1980 when she divorced my father. Men who came home from the war were addicted to heroin and may have turned to cocaine, crack or meth. Many ended up homeless or hooked up with women for the welfare benefits. They were insanely abusive. Very few were able to adjust. Women who did not marry well, had to work cash jobs to support themselves and they might have qualified for USDA commodities and food stamps under Johnsonās War on Poverty (1964). We didnāt have welfare reform until 1996. My mother became an alcoholic and was addicted to amphetamines sold as diet pills in the 80s. We had pure meth from 1980 that my stepdad was addicted to and an explosion of brown meth from 1994 to the present. Almost this entire generation and my own Gen X either experimented or became addicted to meth. It affected Millennials too.
Child prostitution as a means of survival and CSA were common during the Depression because there was no law against it and itās something society has difficulty grappling with. Oklahoma passed its first anti-child molestation law in 1945 after the end of WWII. I remember those old Boomer women saying that talk about sex was vulgar and those matters werenāt discussed. It was swept under the rug until 1990 when teens finally began to speak out. We had an explosion of violent rape and domestic violence in the 90s by Boomers and chauvinists who couldnāt bear to give up their right to sex on demand and beating women.
We got the Department of Education and mandatory attendance in 1980 so Gen X was the first generation to have a well rounded education since 1929. All the generations that came before us are jealous because we also got child labor laws and the statutory rape law. Weāre the first generation that didnāt have to endure backbreaking work as children. We got easy jobs like paper routes, babysitting and mowing. As teenagers, farm kids hauled hay but thatās about as strenuous as it got. Many Gen Xers got pregnant young and had to drop out of school or couldnāt go to college. They had to get married and raise a family. Iām struggling with this portion of my generation being jealous as well.
I think Gen Z is the best generation because they are so far removed from the absolute hell that previous generations went through. They have the best education, the best social skills and are the most well adjusted of all the generations that came before them. Gen X just needs to teach yaāll life skills and survival skills that you can hand down to Gen Alpha.
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Education stopped at third-fourth grade for the average child because parents were extremely poor and couldnāt afford to pay for schooling. School was different then. Teachers lived in a teacherage provided by the school district and earned a living stipend from the state to teach grades 1-4 how to read, write, sign their names, cipher, count money and read a watch. That was the extent of free education. Advanced learning after 4rth grade was taught by subscription very similar to private tutoring. Grades 5-7 were called grade school. Grades 7-12 were called high school. They didnāt have Junior High.
In 1935, the Second New Deal created the Works Progress / Projects Administration (WPA) to help people recover from the Depression. A lot of new schools were built during this period. Schools were funded with a combination of state aid and a tax levy called a mill collected from every resident in a school district. When Boomers say they shouldnāt have to pay a school tax because they donāt have children in school, this is what theyāre referring to. They had the right to vote against a tax levy. These days, we call them temporary sales tax increases to fund things like new gym equipment. Everyone inside the school district votes on the increase and everyone inside and outside the district has to pay the sales tax if they shop at a store in the district. These no-voters will shop outside the district if the tax increase passes.
Fast forward to WWII (1939-1945) and the Korean War (1950-1953) and we see a significant decrease in school attendance that results in the closure of many rural schools. Many of this second generation of Boomers grew up in boarding schools and orphanages because their mothers couldnāt afford to feed them. This period resulted in a high population of youth being institutionalized. One of my grandmotherās sisters was raped by her uncle at age 14 and was sent to an asylum for the mentally ill. My mother (born 1952) and her sisters were taken by DHS (called CPS today) and sent to a girlās state school after their father died of cirrhosis at the age of 42. He was a bootlegger who literally drank himself to death. Prohibition (1920-1933) was another result of the Depression. It lasted until 1952 in Oklahoma. Forced sterilization in mental institutions was outlawed in 1951 for the sake of medical study. The practice began in 1931 because the state believed that mental illness/retardation was genetic and caused by incest/inbreeding. It runs in my motherās family so I can confirm the state was right. Mutations in the brain can be passed from mother to child.
The third generation of Boomers was born during the Vietnam War (1955-1975). I was born in 1973, so Iām technically Gen X with Boomer influences but not to the point that Iām a raging psycho. I consider those born in the 60s to be the third Boomer generation. My town lost its high school in 1968 and stopped at the eighth grade. All those who graduated from the 60s-1980 are the anti education gatekeepers of the workforce that Iām personally struggling with. These are the people who hate anyone with an education level above theirs. Theyāre offended by education unless youāre a doctor or a lawyer and they can use you. They are also anti-technology and refuse to use it. They are bullies who are socially enmeshed and always in your business. This generation of women married older men because men their age were fighting in a war. Or, they married wealthy men. Those women didnāt have to work and became bored housewives. I blame daytime soap operas for teaching these idiots their horrible social skills. They stayed home almost 24/7 except for when they were at the hair salon or shopping. They wore a lot of makeup too and nail polish contained formaldehyde. The amount of lead and toxic chemicals they were exposed to was very high. My mother was in this category from 1970-1980 when she divorced my father. Men who came home from the war were addicted to heroin and may have turned to cocaine, crack or meth. Many ended up homeless or hooked up with women for the welfare benefits. They were insanely abusive. Very few were able to adjust. Women who did not marry well, had to work cash jobs to support themselves and they might have qualified for USDA commodities and food stamps under Johnsonās War on Poverty (1964). We didnāt have welfare reform until 1996. My mother became an alcoholic and was addicted to amphetamines sold as diet pills in the 80s. We had pure meth from 1980 that my stepdad was addicted to and an explosion of brown meth from 1994 to the present. Almost this entire generation and my own Gen X either experimented or became addicted to meth. It affected Millennials too.
Child prostitution as a means of survival and CSA were common during the Depression because there was no law against it and itās something society has difficulty grappling with. Oklahoma passed its first anti-child molestation law in 1945 after the end of WWII. I remember those old Boomer women saying that talk about sex was vulgar and those matters werenāt discussed. It was swept under the rug until 1990 when teens finally began to speak out. We had an explosion of violent rape and domestic violence in the 90s by Boomers and chauvinists who couldnāt bear to give up their right to sex on demand and beating women.
We got the Department of Education and mandatory attendance in 1980 so Gen X was the first generation to have a well rounded education since 1929. All the generations that came before us are jealous because we also got child labor laws and the statutory rape law. Weāre the first generation that didnāt have to endure backbreaking work as children. We got easy jobs like paper routes, babysitting and mowing. As teenagers, farm kids hauled hay but thatās about as strenuous as it got. Many Gen Xers got pregnant young and had to drop out of school or couldnāt go to college. They had to get married and raise a family. Iām struggling with this portion of my generation being jealous as well.
I think Gen Z is the best generation because they are so far removed from the absolute hell that previous generations went through. They have the best education, the best social skills and are the most well adjusted of all the generations that came before them. Gen X just needs to teach yaāll life skills and survival skills that you can hand down to Gen Alpha.
2024.05.14 12:09 PushLumpy8150 Iām so sick of my life
I turn 18 in a few hours and I really couldnāt feel worse about it, I cried so many times about it already and feel absolutely sick to my stomach. I donāt know how to describe the horrific sickening feeling that I have and how miserable and fucking sad and angry it makes me.
I posted (and deleted) a while ago about how wretched I felt about turning 18 because I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE IT TO 18. My whole life so fucked up I just wish it would fucking end here and I donāt understand why God canāt just let me die instead of having my life fucked up by this disease EVERY YEAR.
No fucking 17 year old should have to endure the absolute sick and twisted shit I endure and still have to live and act like a normal person every day . I hate this nightmare.
I donāt want to celebrate shit, I just want to cry my eyes out. And you know whatā¦, my birthday is fucking meaningless anyway my family doesnāt even remember that itās my bday lol, and Iām a lonely mf bitch so I have no friends thatāll remember it either. I have no school and will be home alone all day and just wish this day will pass by asap. I wish I was never fucking born, so what reason is there to celebrate anyway? I hate hate HATE birthdays. And I hate HATE the age that is 18 and the fact that Iām an adult now oh my god
Iām just so fucking tired Iām so so tired like my brain is failing me every mf day and itās fucked up to the point of no return, itās so fried it feels like Iāve been a mf drug addict or something for 10 years (never came near drugs or alcohol or even vaping once). My memoryās so so fucked up I feel like a dementia patient like itās actually so so horrible. I worked so hard to get into my dream university and it felt like fucking NOTHING, and for me the silver lining of my shitty, depressing teenagehood is that at least university is ahead of me which I was really looking forward to..
but of course I donāt deserve nothing good in life and now I might not even go because of my DPDR and how much itās fucked me up again. Even if I go it wonāt be any different, itās just going to be the nightmare that it is rn plus 100x worse while attending. But I canāt describe how dreadful it feels to even have uni experience already being messed up for me like it just feels like the universe is working against me in every aspect of my life???? It feels like Iām about to die or that Iām actually rotting every single day and Iām just so tired.
Iām really sorry for the rant but I wanted to post something and once I started writing I couldnāt stop lol. My head hurts so much lol.
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I posted (and deleted) a while ago about how wretched I felt about turning 18 because I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE IT TO 18. My whole life so fucked up I just wish it would fucking end here and I donāt understand why God canāt just let me die instead of having my life fucked up by this disease EVERY YEAR.
No fucking 17 year old should have to endure the absolute sick and twisted shit I endure and still have to live and act like a normal person every day . I hate this nightmare.
I donāt want to celebrate shit, I just want to cry my eyes out. And you know whatā¦, my birthday is fucking meaningless anyway my family doesnāt even remember that itās my bday lol, and Iām a lonely mf bitch so I have no friends thatāll remember it either. I have no school and will be home alone all day and just wish this day will pass by asap. I wish I was never fucking born, so what reason is there to celebrate anyway? I hate hate HATE birthdays. And I hate HATE the age that is 18 and the fact that Iām an adult now oh my god
Iām just so fucking tired Iām so so tired like my brain is failing me every mf day and itās fucked up to the point of no return, itās so fried it feels like Iāve been a mf drug addict or something for 10 years (never came near drugs or alcohol or even vaping once). My memoryās so so fucked up I feel like a dementia patient like itās actually so so horrible. I worked so hard to get into my dream university and it felt like fucking NOTHING, and for me the silver lining of my shitty, depressing teenagehood is that at least university is ahead of me which I was really looking forward to..
but of course I donāt deserve nothing good in life and now I might not even go because of my DPDR and how much itās fucked me up again. Even if I go it wonāt be any different, itās just going to be the nightmare that it is rn plus 100x worse while attending. But I canāt describe how dreadful it feels to even have uni experience already being messed up for me like it just feels like the universe is working against me in every aspect of my life???? It feels like Iām about to die or that Iām actually rotting every single day and Iām just so tired.
Iām really sorry for the rant but I wanted to post something and once I started writing I couldnāt stop lol. My head hurts so much lol.
2024.05.14 12:09 PushLumpy8150 Iām so sick of my life
I turn 18 in a few hours and I really couldnāt feel worse about it, I cried so many times about it already and feel absolutely sick to my stomach. I donāt know how to describe the horrific sickening feeling that I have and how miserable and fucking sad and angry it makes me.
I posted (and deleted) a while ago about how wretched I felt about turning 18 because I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE IT TO 18. My whole life so fucked up I just wish it would fucking end here and I donāt understand why God canāt just let me die instead of having my life fucked up by this disease EVERY YEAR.
No fucking 17 year old should have to endure the absolute sick and twisted shit I endure and still have to live and act like a normal person every day . I hate this nightmare.
I donāt want to celebrate shit, I just want to cry my eyes out. And you know whatā¦, my birthday is fucking meaningless anyway my family doesnāt even remember that itās my bday lol, and Iām a lonely mf bitch so I have no friends thatāll remember it either. I have no school and will be home alone all day and just wish this day will pass by asap. I wish I was never fucking born, so what reason is there to celebrate anyway? I hate hate HATE birthdays. And I hate HATE the age that is 18 and the fact that Iām an adult now oh my god
Iām just so fucking tired Iām so so tired like my brain is failing me every mf day and itās fucked up to the point of no return, itās so fried it feels like Iāve been a mf drug addict or something for 10 years (never came near drugs or alcohol or even vaping once). My memoryās so so fucked up I feel like a dementia patient like itās actually so so horrible. I worked so hard to get into my dream university and it felt like fucking NOTHING, and for me the silver lining of my shitty, depressing teenagehood is that at least university is ahead of me which I was really looking forward to..
but of course I donāt deserve nothing good in life and now I might not even go because of my DPDR and how much itās fucked me up again. Even if I go it wonāt be any different, itās just going to be the nightmare that it is rn plus 100x worse while attending. But I canāt describe how dreadful it feels to even have uni experience already being messed up for me like it just feels like the universe is working against me in every aspect of my life???? It feels like Iām about to die or that Iām actually rotting every single day and Iām just so tired.
Iām really sorry for the rant but I wanted to post something and once I started writing I couldnāt stop lol. My head hurts so much lol.
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I posted (and deleted) a while ago about how wretched I felt about turning 18 because I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE IT TO 18. My whole life so fucked up I just wish it would fucking end here and I donāt understand why God canāt just let me die instead of having my life fucked up by this disease EVERY YEAR.
No fucking 17 year old should have to endure the absolute sick and twisted shit I endure and still have to live and act like a normal person every day . I hate this nightmare.
I donāt want to celebrate shit, I just want to cry my eyes out. And you know whatā¦, my birthday is fucking meaningless anyway my family doesnāt even remember that itās my bday lol, and Iām a lonely mf bitch so I have no friends thatāll remember it either. I have no school and will be home alone all day and just wish this day will pass by asap. I wish I was never fucking born, so what reason is there to celebrate anyway? I hate hate HATE birthdays. And I hate HATE the age that is 18 and the fact that Iām an adult now oh my god
Iām just so fucking tired Iām so so tired like my brain is failing me every mf day and itās fucked up to the point of no return, itās so fried it feels like Iāve been a mf drug addict or something for 10 years (never came near drugs or alcohol or even vaping once). My memoryās so so fucked up I feel like a dementia patient like itās actually so so horrible. I worked so hard to get into my dream university and it felt like fucking NOTHING, and for me the silver lining of my shitty, depressing teenagehood is that at least university is ahead of me which I was really looking forward to..
but of course I donāt deserve nothing good in life and now I might not even go because of my DPDR and how much itās fucked me up again. Even if I go it wonāt be any different, itās just going to be the nightmare that it is rn plus 100x worse while attending. But I canāt describe how dreadful it feels to even have uni experience already being messed up for me like it just feels like the universe is working against me in every aspect of my life???? It feels like Iām about to die or that Iām actually rotting every single day and Iām just so tired.
Iām really sorry for the rant but I wanted to post something and once I started writing I couldnāt stop lol. My head hurts so much lol.
2024.05.14 12:08 PushLumpy8150 Iām so sick of my life
I turn 18 in a few hours and I really couldnāt feel worse about it, I cried so many times about it already and feel absolutely sick to my stomach. I donāt know how to describe the horrific sickening feeling that I have and how miserable and fucking sad and angry it makes me.
I posted (and deleted) a while ago about how wretched I felt about turning 18 because I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE IT TO 18. My whole life is so fucked up I just wish it would fucking end here and I donāt understand why God canāt just let me die instead of having my life fucked up by this disease EVERY YEAR.
No fucking 17 year old should have to endure the absolute sick and twisted shit I endure and still have to live and act like a normal person every day . I hate this nightmare.
I donāt want to celebrate shit, I just want to cry my eyes out. And you know whatā¦, my birthday is fucking meaningless anyway my family doesnāt even remember that itās my bday lol, and Iām a lonely mf bitch so I have no friends thatāll remember it either. I have no school and will be home alone all day and just wish this day will pass by asap. I wish I was never fucking born, so what reason is there to celebrate anyway? I hate hate HATE birthdays. And I hate HATE the age that is 18 and the fact that Iām an adult now oh my god
Iām just so fucking tired Iām so so tired like my brain is failing me every mf day and is fucked up to the point of no return, itās so fried it feels like Iāve been a mf drug addict or something for 10 years (never came near drugs or alcohol or even vaping once). My memoryās so so fucked up I feel like a dementia patient like itās actually so so horrible. I havenāt had a good night of sleep in months. I worked so hard to get into my dream university and it felt like fucking NOTHING, and for me the silver lining of my shitty, depressing teenagehood is that at least university is ahead of me which I was really looking forward to..
but of course I donāt deserve nothing good in life and now I might not even go because of my DPDR and how much itās fucked me up again. Even if I go it wonāt be any different, itās just going to be the nightmare that my life is rn plus 100x worse while attending and having heavier academic responsibilities. I got accepted over a month ago, but at this point I donāt even want to go to university anymore. But I canāt describe how dreadful it feels to even say that and to have my uni experience already being messed up for me like seriously every year it just feels like the universe is working against me in every aspect of my life????
It feels like Iām about to die or that Iām actually rotting every single day and Iām just so tired.
Iām really sorry for the rant but I wanted to post something and once I started writing I couldnāt stop lol. My head hurts so much lol and Iām getting tinnitus as Iām writing this.
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I posted (and deleted) a while ago about how wretched I felt about turning 18 because I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE IT TO 18. My whole life is so fucked up I just wish it would fucking end here and I donāt understand why God canāt just let me die instead of having my life fucked up by this disease EVERY YEAR.
No fucking 17 year old should have to endure the absolute sick and twisted shit I endure and still have to live and act like a normal person every day . I hate this nightmare.
I donāt want to celebrate shit, I just want to cry my eyes out. And you know whatā¦, my birthday is fucking meaningless anyway my family doesnāt even remember that itās my bday lol, and Iām a lonely mf bitch so I have no friends thatāll remember it either. I have no school and will be home alone all day and just wish this day will pass by asap. I wish I was never fucking born, so what reason is there to celebrate anyway? I hate hate HATE birthdays. And I hate HATE the age that is 18 and the fact that Iām an adult now oh my god
Iām just so fucking tired Iām so so tired like my brain is failing me every mf day and is fucked up to the point of no return, itās so fried it feels like Iāve been a mf drug addict or something for 10 years (never came near drugs or alcohol or even vaping once). My memoryās so so fucked up I feel like a dementia patient like itās actually so so horrible. I havenāt had a good night of sleep in months. I worked so hard to get into my dream university and it felt like fucking NOTHING, and for me the silver lining of my shitty, depressing teenagehood is that at least university is ahead of me which I was really looking forward to..
but of course I donāt deserve nothing good in life and now I might not even go because of my DPDR and how much itās fucked me up again. Even if I go it wonāt be any different, itās just going to be the nightmare that my life is rn plus 100x worse while attending and having heavier academic responsibilities. I got accepted over a month ago, but at this point I donāt even want to go to university anymore. But I canāt describe how dreadful it feels to even say that and to have my uni experience already being messed up for me like seriously every year it just feels like the universe is working against me in every aspect of my life????
It feels like Iām about to die or that Iām actually rotting every single day and Iām just so tired.
Iām really sorry for the rant but I wanted to post something and once I started writing I couldnāt stop lol. My head hurts so much lol and Iām getting tinnitus as Iām writing this.
2024.05.14 12:08 Orosethorn havenāt had the energy to do anything and itās ruining my life, is there really no solution?
for context, iām 18 and in my final and most important year of high school. For the past few months, for no particular reason iāve felt very depressed and filled with negative thoughts that it severely impacts my ability to be a functional human. I attend none of my classes and come to school so late that my school wants to expel me unless i get it together (and expelling me would basically ruin my life). iāve tried REALLY hard to get things together but i always end up back where i started; laying in bed 20 hours a day and not eating or drinking anything. it feels awful. what makes it worse is my parents constantly berate me for being late and doing nothing all day, giving me essentially no space, so just for them i force myself put in the extra energy, but it takes a toll on me the next day where i feel even more negative. Now itās gotten to the point i donāt even want to reply to my friends (not that i have many) messages and leave them on delivered for days because i feel like theyād hate this negative, low energy version of me and they deserve someone better. ADDITIONALLY i get angry at my parents and friends because of this and it makes me feel, guess what? more guilty. i know im completely in the wrong here and canāt pass the blame onto anyone else, and the immense guilt i get for being depressed has led me to SH every single day and now i have to hide both my arms and i just feel awful about everything. Iāve attempted to off myself twice in the past month and both times i failed (obviously) but i bought some pills recently that i can overdose on. Is there any way to feel better? does it ever get better?
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2024.05.14 12:05 Bonegirl06 The Sad Fate of the Sports Parent
A true sports parent dies twice. Thereās the death that awaits us all at the end of a long or short life, the result of illness, misadventure, fire, falling object, hydroplaning car, or derailing train. But there is also the death that comes in the midst of life, the purgatorial purposelessness that follows the final season on the sidelines or in the bleachers, when your sports kid hangs up their skates, cleats, or spikes after that last game.
The passage of time is woeful, and, for a parent, living your dreams through the progress of your progeny is as inevitable as the turning of the Earth. But the sports parent lives the experience in concentrateāa more intense version of the common predicament. You must give up your vicarious hope of big-league glory and let it die. You must part from what, if your kid pursued his passion seriously, had become a routine of away games and early-morning practices, hours in the car, a hot cup of coffee in your cold hand as the sun rose above the Wonderland of Ice, in Bridgeport, Connecticut; the Ice Arena in Brewster, New York; the Ice Vault, in Wayne, New Jerseyāhome of the Hitmen, whose logo is a pin-striped gangster with a hockey stick. And youāll suddenly find yourself watching the Stanley Cup playoffs not in the way of a civilian but with the chagrin of knowing that the gameās upper ranks will never include your kid.
One recent morning, courtesy of Facebook Memories, I came across an old picture of my son, a high-school junior who recently announced his decision to quit hockeyāto retire! The photo was taken by teammates after a victory at Lake Placid, New York. Sweat-soaked, draped in the arms of friends, grinning like a thief, he looked no less ecstatic than Mike Eruzione after he and his team won Olympic gold in the same arena in 1980.
And me? I was this Eruzioneās old man, waiting with the other parents outside the locker room, experiencing a moment of satisfaction greater than any other Iād known, either as a player or as a fan. I was a car in park with the accelerator pressed to the floor. I was a wall bathed in sunlight. This win was better than the Illinois State Championship I won with the Deerfield Falcons, in 1977. It was better than the Bearsā 1986 Super Bowl victory.
Bearsā 1986 Super Bowl victory.
Read: I thought Iād found a cheat code for parenting
The end began like this: One evening, after the last game of the high-school season, I asked my son if heād be trying out for spring league. For a youth-hockey kid, playing spring league is the equivalent of a minor-league pitcher playing winter ball in Mexicoāso necessary as a statement of intent and means of improvement that forgoing it is like giving up āthe path.ā Rather than a simple affirmative nod, as Iād expected, I got these words: āIām going to think about it.ā Think about it? For me, this was the same as a girlfriend saying, āWe need to talk.ā
Only later did I realize that those words were the first move in a careful choreography. My son wanted to quit, but in a way that would not break my heart. He also didnāt want me to rant and rave and try to talk him out of it.
We had reversed roles. He was the adult. I was the child.
He knew he would not be playing college hockey even if he could. With this in mind, he had decided to use his final year of high school to get to know people other than hockey players and spend time in places other than hockey rinks. In the way of a pro with iffy knees nearing the age of 35, he had decided to exit on his own terms. He was not worrying about losing his identity as a player or about missing the camaraderie of the locker room; he was worrying about me. Hockey had been an entire epoch of our father-son life. It had ushered me, the sports parent, out of my 30s, through my 40s, and into my 50s.
.... Because I am human, I tend to blame entities or systems or other people for things that strike me as unfair. As my son progressed, I caught a glimpse, for one fabulous, deluded moment, of the life that he (we, I) would never live: high-school athletic stardom followed by college triumph and possibly even a professional-hockey career. That I knew this was a fantasyāhe was never that goodādid not make it less powerful. Lost in it, I experienced my life as an NHL fan with new intensity. I was not just watching the Blackhawks; I was scouting, picking up tricks that I could pass to my glory-bound boy. This was a dream that I was too embarrassed to share with anyone, even my wife. I regarded it the way members of the Free French regarded the liberation of Paris: Think of it always; speak of it never. In short, I lost my way. Rather than letting him enjoy the moment and the fact that these seasons were his career, not a preparation or a path toward one, I was constantly scheming about his next move, his next opportunity, his next shot at the big time.
Hereās the worst part: I knew exactly what I was doing. I was attempting to replace my kidās will with my own. I knew that it was wrong and, worse, counterproductive. The more I pressed, the less he enjoyed the game. The less he enjoyed the game, the worse he played. The worse he played, the more I pressed. Economists call this a negative feedback loop. I knew it but could not stop. It was psychosis.
Maybe the most notorious sports parents suffer from a shared psychological condition. LaVar Ball, Emmanuel Agassi, Earl Woodsāthose sports dads were all obsessed to the point of being abusive. I prefer to think that I am not; yet, for all the varying degrees of our kidās success, our predicament is the same. At some point, even if it comes after 20 years in the pros, the set will be rolled away, revealing our true location. Rink parking lot. Beat-up vehicle. Alone. Even the child prodigies will retire.
https://www.theatlantic.com/ideas/archive/2024/05/ice-hockey-sports-parent/678347/
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The passage of time is woeful, and, for a parent, living your dreams through the progress of your progeny is as inevitable as the turning of the Earth. But the sports parent lives the experience in concentrateāa more intense version of the common predicament. You must give up your vicarious hope of big-league glory and let it die. You must part from what, if your kid pursued his passion seriously, had become a routine of away games and early-morning practices, hours in the car, a hot cup of coffee in your cold hand as the sun rose above the Wonderland of Ice, in Bridgeport, Connecticut; the Ice Arena in Brewster, New York; the Ice Vault, in Wayne, New Jerseyāhome of the Hitmen, whose logo is a pin-striped gangster with a hockey stick. And youāll suddenly find yourself watching the Stanley Cup playoffs not in the way of a civilian but with the chagrin of knowing that the gameās upper ranks will never include your kid.
One recent morning, courtesy of Facebook Memories, I came across an old picture of my son, a high-school junior who recently announced his decision to quit hockeyāto retire! The photo was taken by teammates after a victory at Lake Placid, New York. Sweat-soaked, draped in the arms of friends, grinning like a thief, he looked no less ecstatic than Mike Eruzione after he and his team won Olympic gold in the same arena in 1980.
And me? I was this Eruzioneās old man, waiting with the other parents outside the locker room, experiencing a moment of satisfaction greater than any other Iād known, either as a player or as a fan. I was a car in park with the accelerator pressed to the floor. I was a wall bathed in sunlight. This win was better than the Illinois State Championship I won with the Deerfield Falcons, in 1977. It was better than the Bearsā 1986 Super Bowl victory.
Bearsā 1986 Super Bowl victory.
Read: I thought Iād found a cheat code for parenting
The end began like this: One evening, after the last game of the high-school season, I asked my son if heād be trying out for spring league. For a youth-hockey kid, playing spring league is the equivalent of a minor-league pitcher playing winter ball in Mexicoāso necessary as a statement of intent and means of improvement that forgoing it is like giving up āthe path.ā Rather than a simple affirmative nod, as Iād expected, I got these words: āIām going to think about it.ā Think about it? For me, this was the same as a girlfriend saying, āWe need to talk.ā
Only later did I realize that those words were the first move in a careful choreography. My son wanted to quit, but in a way that would not break my heart. He also didnāt want me to rant and rave and try to talk him out of it.
We had reversed roles. He was the adult. I was the child.
He knew he would not be playing college hockey even if he could. With this in mind, he had decided to use his final year of high school to get to know people other than hockey players and spend time in places other than hockey rinks. In the way of a pro with iffy knees nearing the age of 35, he had decided to exit on his own terms. He was not worrying about losing his identity as a player or about missing the camaraderie of the locker room; he was worrying about me. Hockey had been an entire epoch of our father-son life. It had ushered me, the sports parent, out of my 30s, through my 40s, and into my 50s.
.... Because I am human, I tend to blame entities or systems or other people for things that strike me as unfair. As my son progressed, I caught a glimpse, for one fabulous, deluded moment, of the life that he (we, I) would never live: high-school athletic stardom followed by college triumph and possibly even a professional-hockey career. That I knew this was a fantasyāhe was never that goodādid not make it less powerful. Lost in it, I experienced my life as an NHL fan with new intensity. I was not just watching the Blackhawks; I was scouting, picking up tricks that I could pass to my glory-bound boy. This was a dream that I was too embarrassed to share with anyone, even my wife. I regarded it the way members of the Free French regarded the liberation of Paris: Think of it always; speak of it never. In short, I lost my way. Rather than letting him enjoy the moment and the fact that these seasons were his career, not a preparation or a path toward one, I was constantly scheming about his next move, his next opportunity, his next shot at the big time.
Hereās the worst part: I knew exactly what I was doing. I was attempting to replace my kidās will with my own. I knew that it was wrong and, worse, counterproductive. The more I pressed, the less he enjoyed the game. The less he enjoyed the game, the worse he played. The worse he played, the more I pressed. Economists call this a negative feedback loop. I knew it but could not stop. It was psychosis.
Maybe the most notorious sports parents suffer from a shared psychological condition. LaVar Ball, Emmanuel Agassi, Earl Woodsāthose sports dads were all obsessed to the point of being abusive. I prefer to think that I am not; yet, for all the varying degrees of our kidās success, our predicament is the same. At some point, even if it comes after 20 years in the pros, the set will be rolled away, revealing our true location. Rink parking lot. Beat-up vehicle. Alone. Even the child prodigies will retire.
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2024.05.14 11:56 Numb1Slacker 9th graders protested against taking the Algebra 1 State Exam. Admin has no clue what to do.
Students are required to take and pass this exam as a graduation requirement. There is also a push to have as much of the school testing as possible in order to receive a school grade. I believe it is about 95% attendance required, otherwise they are unable to give one.
The 9th graders have vocally announced that they are refusing to take part in state testing anymore. Many students decided to feign sickness, skip, or stay home, but the ones in school decided to hold a sit in outside the media center and refused to go in, waiting out until the test is over. Admin has tried every approach to get them to go and take the test. They tried yelling, begging, bribing with pizza, warnings that they will not graduate, threats to call parents and have them suspended, and more to get these kids to go, and nothing worked. They were only met with "I don't care" and many expletives.
While I do not teach Algebra 1 this year, I found it hilarious watching from the window as the administrators were completely at their wits end dealing with the complete apathy, disrespect, and outright malicious nature of the students we have been reporting and writing up all year. We have kids we haven't seen in our classrooms since January out in the halls and causing problems for other teachers, with nothing being done about it. Students that curse us out on the daily returned to the classroom with treats and a smirk on their face knowing they got away with it. It has only emboldened them to take things further. We received the report at the end of the day that we only had 60% of our students take the Algebra 1 exam out of hundreds of freshmen. We only have a week left in school. Counting down the days!
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The 9th graders have vocally announced that they are refusing to take part in state testing anymore. Many students decided to feign sickness, skip, or stay home, but the ones in school decided to hold a sit in outside the media center and refused to go in, waiting out until the test is over. Admin has tried every approach to get them to go and take the test. They tried yelling, begging, bribing with pizza, warnings that they will not graduate, threats to call parents and have them suspended, and more to get these kids to go, and nothing worked. They were only met with "I don't care" and many expletives.
While I do not teach Algebra 1 this year, I found it hilarious watching from the window as the administrators were completely at their wits end dealing with the complete apathy, disrespect, and outright malicious nature of the students we have been reporting and writing up all year. We have kids we haven't seen in our classrooms since January out in the halls and causing problems for other teachers, with nothing being done about it. Students that curse us out on the daily returned to the classroom with treats and a smirk on their face knowing they got away with it. It has only emboldened them to take things further. We received the report at the end of the day that we only had 60% of our students take the Algebra 1 exam out of hundreds of freshmen. We only have a week left in school. Counting down the days!
2024.05.14 11:52 itstheskinofakiller he compared me to another girl one time a long time ago and i can't get over it
i didn't post about it on reddit because reddit will always tell you to dump your boyfriend, and i didn't want to do that. i still don't, this was one mistake, a really big one but still one. our relationship is fairly healthy and we love each other, and he calls me beautiful all the time, i won't dump him over this but i can't let it go.
so this was... at least two years ago. a very long time ago. what happened was that we had this reunion with my high school friends at a pub, and i brought my boyfriend.
this group of friends is 4 girls and one guy, and as it tends to go in high school friend groups, i compared myself constantly to two of these girls, because they were thinner and prettier than me and got more attention. for context i'm vulnerable not grandiose, i didn't try to compete with them i just felt like shit lmao. that's not their fault though and we were still good friends.
anyway everyone got drunker than we intended, me especially. at some point, my boyfriend said something along the lines of "you and xy (one of the girls i compared myself to) are the prettiest in the group, but you're the second prettiest". so basically saying she's prettier than me. i don't know why he said this, i was so drunk that it didn't even register until the next day when i remembered it sober. so i don't remember the details but i know that this was what he said.
she is indeed prettier than me and i don't mind him saying that other girls are pretty, but comparing me to them and saying they're prettier is a hundred steps too far.
the thing is, most things we fight about are actual relationship problems that have two sides and neither are wrong. this... this is something you just do not do. ever. it's an asshole thing to do. there's no excuse for it, there's not even explanation for it.
if it had been a drunken mistake, i'd be more forgiving. but the thing is, my boyfriend has an insane alcohol tolerance, like, i've personally witnessed him drinking a liter bottle of hard liquor and only get tipsy, and he's not an alcoholic it's just how it is for some reason. but it could've been a tipsy mistake. but then when i brought it up the next day, he kinda doubled down. he didn't say yeah you're ugly and she's pretty, but he also didn't say sorry, didn't acknowledge that it was wrong to say this, didn't say that she's not prettier than me, he said things like she was better dressed and he likes her hair.
a lot of time time passed and i couldn't let it go, and i brought it up again. and he fucking doubled down again. he said, you're prettier now, because you dress better and your hair got longer, but back then she was prettier. he still didn't apologize, still didn't acknowledge that he did anything wrong.
even this was about a year ago. all of this was a very long time ago. i did tell him that i will probably never be able to forget this or forgive him for it. still no apology. i think he did say something like i'm sorry it hurt you, but there was no accountability and no backtracking and countering what he had said. i haven't brought it up ever since, i don't see the point, but i just can't let it go. i get mad or sad about it at least once every month. and it's not always when i'm on my period lmao. it's been years. it isn't getting any better. there's no way to erase the past, but i think i'd be less mad about it if he acknowledged that there's no excuse for this and it was just a shitty thing to do, but i don't think he'll do that. so i don't bring it up. it's not ruining the relationship it's not that bad, but it is hurting me and i'm not sure what to do. should i even bring it up? if yes, how? like, "hey, remember that thing you said to me over two years ago? i'm still mad about it, fuck you" that sounds dumb. i don't know what to do.
this makes him seem like the biggest asshole in the world, he's usually a good partner, we usually communicate very. this was one of his biggest mistakes. i just wish he acknowledged this
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so this was... at least two years ago. a very long time ago. what happened was that we had this reunion with my high school friends at a pub, and i brought my boyfriend.
this group of friends is 4 girls and one guy, and as it tends to go in high school friend groups, i compared myself constantly to two of these girls, because they were thinner and prettier than me and got more attention. for context i'm vulnerable not grandiose, i didn't try to compete with them i just felt like shit lmao. that's not their fault though and we were still good friends.
anyway everyone got drunker than we intended, me especially. at some point, my boyfriend said something along the lines of "you and xy (one of the girls i compared myself to) are the prettiest in the group, but you're the second prettiest". so basically saying she's prettier than me. i don't know why he said this, i was so drunk that it didn't even register until the next day when i remembered it sober. so i don't remember the details but i know that this was what he said.
she is indeed prettier than me and i don't mind him saying that other girls are pretty, but comparing me to them and saying they're prettier is a hundred steps too far.
the thing is, most things we fight about are actual relationship problems that have two sides and neither are wrong. this... this is something you just do not do. ever. it's an asshole thing to do. there's no excuse for it, there's not even explanation for it.
if it had been a drunken mistake, i'd be more forgiving. but the thing is, my boyfriend has an insane alcohol tolerance, like, i've personally witnessed him drinking a liter bottle of hard liquor and only get tipsy, and he's not an alcoholic it's just how it is for some reason. but it could've been a tipsy mistake. but then when i brought it up the next day, he kinda doubled down. he didn't say yeah you're ugly and she's pretty, but he also didn't say sorry, didn't acknowledge that it was wrong to say this, didn't say that she's not prettier than me, he said things like she was better dressed and he likes her hair.
a lot of time time passed and i couldn't let it go, and i brought it up again. and he fucking doubled down again. he said, you're prettier now, because you dress better and your hair got longer, but back then she was prettier. he still didn't apologize, still didn't acknowledge that he did anything wrong.
even this was about a year ago. all of this was a very long time ago. i did tell him that i will probably never be able to forget this or forgive him for it. still no apology. i think he did say something like i'm sorry it hurt you, but there was no accountability and no backtracking and countering what he had said. i haven't brought it up ever since, i don't see the point, but i just can't let it go. i get mad or sad about it at least once every month. and it's not always when i'm on my period lmao. it's been years. it isn't getting any better. there's no way to erase the past, but i think i'd be less mad about it if he acknowledged that there's no excuse for this and it was just a shitty thing to do, but i don't think he'll do that. so i don't bring it up. it's not ruining the relationship it's not that bad, but it is hurting me and i'm not sure what to do. should i even bring it up? if yes, how? like, "hey, remember that thing you said to me over two years ago? i'm still mad about it, fuck you" that sounds dumb. i don't know what to do.
this makes him seem like the biggest asshole in the world, he's usually a good partner, we usually communicate very. this was one of his biggest mistakes. i just wish he acknowledged this
2024.05.14 11:50 1talicized mom interupts me for genuinely everything
i actually cannot remember the last time my mother hasnāt called me for her every need repeatedly in a day. once sheās home from work iām on duty, whether i was in class, working, or fighting poor mental health battles all day beforehand,,, and iāve known that favor since i was a child. i sincerely think this only got so bad because for a long time it was just me and her, and basically still is anyway, so she just always expected me to get up and do whatever WHENEVER simply because iām listening to her.
now though at this point iām almost 19, just trying to get through school without friction because my personal life is demanding enough. but now iām beyond the point of losing my head in a normal manner about this.. because why the fuck am i being bothered multiple times a day by someone with fully functioning limbs? mother or not, me offering to get something for you or not-donāt drag it.
we all have enough discernment to know when weāre simply just taking advantage of generosity and someoneās inability to say ānoā/ ādo it yourselfāāespecially if weāre in a position like a mom over her kid, no matter the age.
iām actually so frustrated because, after coming home from 3-4 hour lectures (per class where iām physically working/standing) and taking shitty, unreliable nyc trains home (the āseemingly purposely adding 30 minutes to your hour commute after a horrible dayā type), i will STILL end up finding myself warming up plates of food for her. then while thats heating up to her specific temperature, i gotta do something else for her. right after handing her the plate with a fork and napkin, ācan you get me a drink too?ā very occasionally remembers to say please at the end.
but donāt let me step in her room after that, itāll STILL shamelessly be ācan you refill my glassāor ācan you pass the ice cream?āhalf an hour could pass after all that, but god forbid her spider senses tingle and i start getting ready to even BREATHE around the person iām otp with, HERE SHE GO CALLING MY FUCKING NAME YET AGAIN. genuinely every time, the calling me away from my own shit is getting so bad itās making me look like i canāt even sit longer than 5 seconds. especially if, between her asking something from me, i still have to tend to my own needsāwhich delays me putting my energy where i want to during MY hard earned leisure time cause iām backed up doing everything for her and then myself.
her basically beckoning me away from phone calls with friends and romantic interests isnāt even so much embarrassingāitās just inconvenient, inconsiderate and eats away at my PERSONAL time as an individual to be around people that arenāt her or the other family member i live with. i already do not get peace, nor quiet, living in a living room of a household where the other two people make as much noise as they want to (usually directly in front of me) without any regard to whether or not i could even value silence at that moment for a multitude of actually important reasons.
then if i get annoyed at them visibly ruining my mood or the comfort of my spaceāby crushing the trash in the trashcan, or leaving yet another dish in the sink with me being able to hear it knowing iām likely gonna end up washing themāthen itās like IāM being a bitch in their eyes.
i must be fucking losing it guys wtff š
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now though at this point iām almost 19, just trying to get through school without friction because my personal life is demanding enough. but now iām beyond the point of losing my head in a normal manner about this.. because why the fuck am i being bothered multiple times a day by someone with fully functioning limbs? mother or not, me offering to get something for you or not-donāt drag it.
we all have enough discernment to know when weāre simply just taking advantage of generosity and someoneās inability to say ānoā/ ādo it yourselfāāespecially if weāre in a position like a mom over her kid, no matter the age.
iām actually so frustrated because, after coming home from 3-4 hour lectures (per class where iām physically working/standing) and taking shitty, unreliable nyc trains home (the āseemingly purposely adding 30 minutes to your hour commute after a horrible dayā type), i will STILL end up finding myself warming up plates of food for her. then while thats heating up to her specific temperature, i gotta do something else for her. right after handing her the plate with a fork and napkin, ācan you get me a drink too?ā very occasionally remembers to say please at the end.
but donāt let me step in her room after that, itāll STILL shamelessly be ācan you refill my glassāor ācan you pass the ice cream?āhalf an hour could pass after all that, but god forbid her spider senses tingle and i start getting ready to even BREATHE around the person iām otp with, HERE SHE GO CALLING MY FUCKING NAME YET AGAIN. genuinely every time, the calling me away from my own shit is getting so bad itās making me look like i canāt even sit longer than 5 seconds. especially if, between her asking something from me, i still have to tend to my own needsāwhich delays me putting my energy where i want to during MY hard earned leisure time cause iām backed up doing everything for her and then myself.
her basically beckoning me away from phone calls with friends and romantic interests isnāt even so much embarrassingāitās just inconvenient, inconsiderate and eats away at my PERSONAL time as an individual to be around people that arenāt her or the other family member i live with. i already do not get peace, nor quiet, living in a living room of a household where the other two people make as much noise as they want to (usually directly in front of me) without any regard to whether or not i could even value silence at that moment for a multitude of actually important reasons.
then if i get annoyed at them visibly ruining my mood or the comfort of my spaceāby crushing the trash in the trashcan, or leaving yet another dish in the sink with me being able to hear it knowing iām likely gonna end up washing themāthen itās like IāM being a bitch in their eyes.
i must be fucking losing it guys wtff š
2024.05.14 11:48 PerplexedRBX I feel extremely hopeless, stressed, and depressed, donāt know what to do
Every day Iām stressed, can hardly get any sleep because it keeps me up at night, leading to more stress. I just feel very scared and have no one to talk to. I feel like a failure and feel ashamed to look at myself. Iām usually an overachiever, in high school i was within the top 10% of students, but second semester as a freshman i failed a class and took it extremely hard. On top of that, my grades in the other classes werenāt the best and were made even worse when i was panicking trying to pass that class i failed, to the point i got put on academic probation. The class seemed easy at first so i guess i didnāt take it too seriously later when it got very hard. Then the next quarter comes and i still feel like trash for what i did. I feel like a disappointment to all my friends, family, old teachers who want to see me succeed, everyone. I feel like ive betrayed them by not doing well when theyāve supported me all the way here. Having all these thoughts made me have some kind of distancing effect with my work, my brain just shut down and i couldnt focus on it. On top of that i got a very bad cold the first couple weeks and couldnt really show up to class. So nearly a month goes by of not really doing anything and ive been cramming in all my studying for midterms after reality hit me. I do horrible on a midterm and not that well on another. One of the classes im very likely to fail, and another ill probably barely pass. I know itās my own fault and i just donāt know what to do, this stress is just taking a toll on me. My future seems uncertain and i feel depressed because of this. I donāt find joy in the hobbies i used to do, i have no friends to talk to, my dad is usually too busy to talk and my mom hates me, i just feel so alone and scared. My gpa this quarter will probably be worse than last quarter so since im already on academic probation, i might get disqualified from attending ucsc, or might not get any financial aid which basically means i cant attend either. Im just breaking down right now thinking about this, been on my mind every day and i cant sleep Iāve ruined everything and this feels like the end. I just wish i had another chance to prove myself
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2024.05.14 11:44 sbarber4 David Sanborn: Night Music/Sunday Music, and the Indigo Girls
David Sanborn passed away yesterday ā sometimes I feel like he played alto sax on 50% of everything I loved in the ā70s and ā80s. Even if it was just a few bars on then outro, you knew who it was.
I was a band kid in high school ā tenor sax ā so was very aware of when he turned up pretty much everywhere. Iām not crazy about indulging too much in mourning the passing of things in my youth ā that would be a full-time job at this point and not much fun ā but every so often I just go Wow because Sanborn was just Always There, usually in the background, keeping it all solid.
His passing reminded me of his crazily improbable network TV show āNight Musicā that ran for a couple seasons in the very late 1980s. I remember watching it in the wee hours when I first moved to NYC, in our tiny apartment. If youāve never seen this show or have forgotten about it, itās a real treat and itās here
I specifically remember being introduced to Indigo Girls, of all people, via this show. We live within walking distance of The Beacon Theatre, and got tickets to one of their shows there not too long after their Night Music appearance. Being a little clueless, it took me a minute to figure out why the vast majority of the audience were female. I remember Michael Stipe of REM coming up on stage to sing backing vocals on Kid Fear, as he did on their first album.
Itās funny the rich fabric of memories that show up when I wake up a bit too early.
Anyway, if youāve never seen Night Music, I encourage you pick an episode at random and put it on with a cup of coffee or a scotch and enjoy.
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I was a band kid in high school ā tenor sax ā so was very aware of when he turned up pretty much everywhere. Iām not crazy about indulging too much in mourning the passing of things in my youth ā that would be a full-time job at this point and not much fun ā but every so often I just go Wow because Sanborn was just Always There, usually in the background, keeping it all solid.
His passing reminded me of his crazily improbable network TV show āNight Musicā that ran for a couple seasons in the very late 1980s. I remember watching it in the wee hours when I first moved to NYC, in our tiny apartment. If youāve never seen this show or have forgotten about it, itās a real treat and itās here
I specifically remember being introduced to Indigo Girls, of all people, via this show. We live within walking distance of The Beacon Theatre, and got tickets to one of their shows there not too long after their Night Music appearance. Being a little clueless, it took me a minute to figure out why the vast majority of the audience were female. I remember Michael Stipe of REM coming up on stage to sing backing vocals on Kid Fear, as he did on their first album.
Itās funny the rich fabric of memories that show up when I wake up a bit too early.
Anyway, if youāve never seen Night Music, I encourage you pick an episode at random and put it on with a cup of coffee or a scotch and enjoy.