So I am a guy that goes out alone because I like the atmosphere and really rarely meeting someone with the same mentality
I want to break some miths people have about going to clubs,bars or just coffee and restaurants alone
Mith 1: People do treat you like a weirdo or look at you like you have something in mind
Mith 2: You won't meet people like you 90% of the time. And unlike most gurus most people won't want to hookup.
Mith 3: The staff only cares about your money they are rarely actually trying to be a friend in clubs or restaurants and coffee shops. Bars are a exception.
Mith 4: It depends if it's a waste of time or not sitting in your room doing nothing and sitting in a club doing nothing doesn't make a difference.
Mith 5: I don't buy more stuff if the service is not great so I can confirm that even if you come buy a cola and just sit their for 5 hours they won't ask you to leave.
Mith 6: Going to a restaurant or a coffee shop alone the service suddenly becomes a couple of levels worst I don't know why. So you won't be treated the same
Mith 7: Because I don't get drunk in these places, sometimes you get to witness the aftermath of people doing it in the toilet that is glorified by a lot of social media hookups etc but as a person just going their and chilling it really gets you depressed.
Mith 8: People their are really manipulative they aren't the greatest so watch out. But sometimes they are honest and because you are just standing there doing nothing they will ask you to hold their stuff watch this etc.
Mith 9: You will probably meet a love interest unlike what they say ( I fucked up in my case because I wasn't interested and was not in the mood ) but probably it was the best person I met.
Mith 10 : Your BF or GF will not cheat on you if she goes clubbing with girls ... Most people their already are in a relationship so yeah
That's advice yes it does fix social anxiety no it will not fix your dating life at least for me it isn't helping.
Yes I am a exception in some regards because I like people watching in general so going out for fun isn't my intention a lot of the time tasting stuff and just seeing all types of people is my thing
I was going to post this on social skills because certain words are automoderated I can't
This is all

be me; ex LizarDM
be also me; Adonis Valintellis (Tiefling Paladin), Thalia Milakos (Human Ranger) and Zaahir Kehmet (Earth Genasi Wizard)
the soldier stifled a yawn as he patrolled the sandy beaches of Kalikos
clouds hid the island from the moon’s spectral glow, casting the land into darkness and turning the often silver seas black as coal
his shift had been a long one and just as boring as expected
where once his mind had been sharp and alert, it now lingered on thoughts of a cold drink and a warm bed
his eyes scanned the shore superficially, passing over the same stones and grassy knolls he’d seen a hundred times before
on any other night, he may have noticed the discrepancies in the shoreline
the new rock that appeared almost boat-like on second glance
but alas, his mind was a thousand miles away, and the javelin hit him without warning
the soldier collapsed to his knees, gasping for air like a fish on land
his armour had spared him from the worst of the damage, but the javelin had done its job
stunned and winded, he was rendered defenceless against the four figures that emerged from the darkness
a thought crossed his mind to sound the alarm; but his limbs refused to move and his lungs pleaded for breath
one member of the pack split from the rest. A stout dwarf with a full beard and a grim expression
they approached the helpless man, drawing a sharply curved short sword from their belt
the soldier tried to move
tried to yell
but the dwarf closed the distance between them and cut his throat, putting a violent end to his struggles
wiping the blood clean from his weapon, Oryk hauled the body behind cover before jogging to catch up with his companions
the Order of the Twins moved like shadows in the night. Their passage muffled by the spells woven about their feet
that said, their infiltration still proved easier than expected
skirting the edges of the island, the party avoided common paths and watchful eyes; slipping between gaps in the meagre defences they encountered
their route took them just below the peak of the island; where a lavish home stared out across the ocean
in the distance, tiny twinkling lights just barely outlined the Athosi mainland
the house itself was lit up like a beacon in the night, and roaming globules of fire identified the few guards on rotation. Six or seven at most
less than a third of what they had anticipated
counting their blessings, the small band of adventurers navigated the narrow pathways around the house and approached the island’s southern side, where a lonely dirt road wound its way towards a grove of trees
they moved swiftly and silently through the long grass that grew on either side, but they needn’t have bothered
the road was unguarded, and the entrance to the grove lay bare
“this is too easy,” Cyrene whispered; fidgeting nervously with an iron band around her wrist. “Where are the rest of the guards?”
she, like the rest of her companions, had a dishevelled look to her appearance
a thinness to her features that implied more than a couple missed meals
Oryk shot her a stern look, and the half orc immediately shut her mouth
turning his gaze to the two half elves to his rear, he was answered with obedient silence
Maia had always been thin, but now she was practically gaunt
her eyes carried a weight, and an ugly scar split her lip on the left side
Iris, her sister, had once identified herself with long curly hair
now, it was cut short, and crudely so. As if done with an altogether uncaring hand
both twins wore the same iron band as Cyrene around their left wrist
a thin piece of metal that coiled around their limb like a snake
with a commanding wave of his hand, Oryk led the party through the grove’s northern entrance and into the trees beyond
moving like ghosts between the thin trunks and shallow underbrush, the group made good progress before they heard the sudden snap of a twig in the darkness
Oryk raised a fist and the advance came to an abrupt stop, scanning their surroundings with tense expressions
a series of soft whispers drifted between the trees, accompanied by the rustling of leaves and groaning of branches
the dwarven fighter drew his sica and his companions complied, unsheathing their weapons in response
they began to spot lithe, feminine figures peering out at them from behind the trees. Staring at the strangers with bright, emerald eyes
the women had skin like mottled bark, and hair that plumed about them like foliage
“dryads,” Cyrene declared, lowering her rhomphaia with the faintest hint of relief
Iris and Maia exchanged a look before lowering their own weapons, albeit keeping them close at hand
Oryk, however, raised his short sword threateningly, and pointed it at the nearest nature spirit
“get back in your trees and stay there. Interfere, and we will not hesitate to kill you”
the dryad in question retreated, but the others stood their ground as a frantic whispering filled the trees around them
something dangerous glimmered in Oryk’s eyes, and his fingers tightened around the hilt of his sica
“NOW!” he suddenly bellowed, his voice deep and commanding
the drayds scattered into the trees, leaving a myriad of foul curses and even fouler odours in their wake
Oryk gave a satisfied grunt and turned to leave, only to nearly walk into the dryad that now stood in his way
a spirit with speckled, ashy skin and a stern, stubborn expression
Oryk approached them with his weapon raised
“get out of my way,” he growled. “I won’t ask a third time”
the dryad stared down at him like a disapproving adult would a petulant child, and when it spoke, it did so with a voice like wind through a canopy
“if you were wise, you would return to your masters. You will not find what you seek here”
its eyes lifted to the party, as if directing its words to them
with a snarl, Oryk swiped at the dryad, only to be met by a cloud of pollen and stinging nettles
cursing aloud between bouts of frantic coughing, the dwarf fled the swarm and started rubbing his eyes, which had already begun streaming with tears
muttering under her breath, Cyrene approached his side and laid a hand on his shoulder
“come now, let me see”
lowering his hands to his side, Oryk turned to face her with a grimace, his eyes puffy and red
“Archons above, Oryk,” Cyrene cursed. “You should know better than to taunt a dryad”
as the words left her mouth, the band on her wrist suddenly tightened and the half orc gave a small yelp of pain
glaring at her through bloodshot eyes, Oryk gave the cleric a venomous look
“and you should know better than to speak out of line”
Cyrene’s hands fumbled at the metal around her wrist, refusing to meet the dwarf’s cruel gaze
the cuff continued to coil and squeeze; writhing like a living being as Cyrene frantically whispered a foreign chant beneath her breath
the words seemed to appease the magic item, and it loosened its grip in response
witnessing this cruel display of discipline, the twins began unconsciously massaging the band around their own wrists; as if reminiscing on a similar experience
shaking the pain from her arm, Cyrene set to work curing Oryk’s ailment, uttering a slew of healing spells
with his eyesight restored, Oryk sheathed his weapon and pushed past Cyrene, wandering into the trees
with little other choice other than to follow, the group set off after him
the party walked for some time before a sound other than buzzing insects and murmured curses reached their ears
a low, rumbling that echoed through the trees. Like a dull droning that came in ebbs and flows
once more the group came to a stop, and before Oryk could even turn to look towards the twins, they had already begun to move
creeping forward with the lightest of footsteps, Maia and Iris stealthily approached the sound, deftly avoiding any stray branches or betraying stones
the droning grew louder and louder, until the pair had stopped just shy of its source
peering around a trunk with sharp blue eyes, Maia scanned what lay ahead
the trees parted around an ancient oak, its roots deep and its branches tall
a hollow sat about half way up the trunk. A small opening just wide enough to put a hand or two inside
but the tree was not so interesting as what lay beneath
coiled around the trunk was a creature with a long, serpentine body
its scales, green and flecked with brown, were hard and interlocked like shields in a phalanx
its head, immense and filled with razor sharp teeth, lay curled just below the hollow of the tree
the low rumbling emanated from the monster’s chest, as it uttered a long, prolonged snore
Maia’s jaw tightened and her eyes flitted over to her sister
Iris’ face had gone pale, and her hand had instinctively dropped to grab at the empty sheath on her belt
a prize taken by their employer
the twins locked eyes, and shared a moment of profound fear
wetting her suddenly very dry lips, Maia gestured back towards the trees and Iris nodded in silent agreement
the two stealthily retreated, keeping their footsteps light all the way back to their comrades
Oryk almost jumped when the twins materialised beside him, emerging from the darkness without warning
“well?” he hissed, his voice rising above the droning snores. “What did you find?”
Iris frantically gestured for the dwarf to quiet down, as Maia shot a terrified glance back in the direction of the oak tree
only when they heard the low droning of the monster’s snores did the pair relax enough to answer
“dragon”
the word held in the air like a curse
Cyrene’s eyes widened, and had it not been for the band on her wrist, she most certainly would have uttered a prayer
even Oryk’s permanently affixed scowl faded as the blood drained from his face
when he finally spoke, he did so with no semblance of his usual condescension
“...how big?”
“8 meters,” Iris answered. “No more than 12”
Oryk nodded, his brow knitting together as he dropped into a crouch
“a juvenile,” he thought aloud. “Hasn’t reached full adulthood. Scorch marks?”
“none that we could see”
“good. Then either it’s too young to breathe fire, or it spits poison”
his eyes narrowed to points as he mulled things over in his head
the group kept quiet, forced to listen to the distant, droning snores as their leader considered their options
after a long stretch of time, Oryk took a sharp inhale and straightened his posture
“it’s asleep?”
his eyes shifted to Maia, and the half elf tensed
“we think so but…”
“we don’t know for certain,” Iris quickly interrupted. “We’ve never encountered a dragon before. We should call off the mission and come back more prepared”
a deadly silence fell over the group as the dwarf went still
“call off the mission?” he repeated
his voice was calm, but the words held a distinct edge to them
like the blade of a meticulously sharpened knife
“and since when did you make the calls in this party?”
Maia shot her sister a look, and Iris lowered her eyes
“never,” she answered
“that’s right. Never,” Oryk reiterated, holding the half elf in his steely gaze. “We do things my way, as we always have”
Iris’ clamped her mouth shut and the dwarvish fighter turned to look at his other companions
“unless you have all forgotten what awaits us if we fail? What will happen if we come back empty handed?”
he was met with silence and a slow shake of Cyrene’s head
“failure isn’t an option,” he continued. “If the drakon is asleep, we need to act now”
his gaze shifted to Maia
“so can you do what I need you to?”
the half elf swallowed and tried to slow her racing heartbeat
“I think so,” she meekly answered
“good. The rest of us will wait in position. We’ll flank the tree from three sides and-”
“-I’ll do it,” Iris suddenly interjected
Oryk’s teeth flashed in a grimace before he turned to face her
“I’ll retrieve the objective,” Iris clarified, meeting the dwarf’s gaze
“Maia is quieter,” Oryk bluntly retorted. “She stands a better chance of getting to the tree than you do”
“but with my magic-”
“-your magic that we need for the escape,” he interrupted. “We have a plan, stick to it”
he turned back to the front and began drawing out a rough plan in the dirt with his sica
“-while Maia sneaks in, we hold here to provide support. Once we have what we came for, we leave back through the northern exit”
Iris’ eye twitched, and Maia reached out to drop a hand on her sister’s arm
“Iris-” she quietly started
but her warning went unheeded, and Iris spoke up again
“what’s the point of saving my magic if we don’t get what we came for?” she argued
Oryk spun with a stormy expression, pointing his blade to her chest
“because I said so!” he snapped. “And you will do what you’re told!”
he may have stood half a head shorter than Iris, but in that moment, Oryk felt like a giant, and in the silence of the trees, his voice sounded like a clap of thunder
Iris’ face paled and Oryk realised what he had done
instinctively, the party held their breath; anticipating a monstrous roar, or the crash of falling trees
but after a few tense seconds, all they heard was the rhythmic rumbling of distant snores
the group letting out a collective sigh of relief that cut through the tension like a knife
tension that returned the moment Oryk opened his mouth
“do you want to be sent across the Chronaean?” he hissed. “Do you want to leave your sister alone?”
Iris’ eyes shifted to Cyrene, searching for some glimmer of support
instead, the half orc looked away, leaving the half elf to face their leader alone
“of course I don’t,” Iris mumbled
“exactly,” Oryk spat. “Stay in line, do what you’re told, and keep your mouth shut”
he turned to Maia with an expression that encouraged absolute obedience
“get the objective, and get out. Nod if you understand”
Maia gave a slight jerk of her head
“good. Now get moving”
the dwarf stormed off into the trees, and Cyrene quickly shot up to follow him
Maia and Iris exchanged a look of resignation before joining their trusted comrades

Maia stood in position by the edge of the clearing, mentally projecting her path to and from the hollow
it was a simple job, really
dart across the open ground
jump up to the low branch on the left side
climb over to the main trunk
grab the objective
and do it all again
simple
if it weren’t for the dragon in the way
Maia's heart began to pound in her chest until she felt a hand fall gently across her arm
she turned, meeting Iris' concerned gaze
“you don’t have to do this,” her sister whispered; practically breathing the words into Maia’s ear
“yes I do,” Maia answered, keeping her voice just as quiet. “You heard Oryk. We can’t go back empty handed”
“f*ck Oryk,” Iris cursed. “We’re only here because of him”
in spite of herself, a grim smile lifted the corner of Maia’s lips
it was a rare thing to hear Iris curse
“we could run, you know. Make a break for the mainland”
Maia’s smile dropped in an instant
“Iris, no”
“why not?” Iris replied earnestly. “We can make it. I know we can”
“they’ll catch us. And even if they don’t, what then? We’ve got nowhere to hide. No friends to help us. We’d be on our own”
“we’ve been alone before. We survived, didn’t we?”
Iris’ words were hopeful, but they couldn’t hide the desperation beneath
when Maia didn’t seem convinced, Iris took her sister’s face into her hands
“please don’t do this. I can’t lose you”
Maia’s eyes softened, and she placed her hands atop Iris’
“that’s why I have to do this”
she took a deep breath and tried to put on a half convincing smile
“you don’t have to worry about me. I’ve got this. I promise”
Iris’ thumb traced the scar across her sister’s lip
“I’m older. It’s my job to worry about you”
a frown fell across Maia’s face
“older by 10 minutes”
“and I’ll never let you forget it”
Iris pulled her sister into a tight hug
“don’t you dare get yourself caught”
“when have I ever?”
the two reluctantly parted, and Iris held her sister at an arm’s length
“remember. Once you have it-”
“-run like the Hounds of Chaon are after me”
a smile touched Iris’ lips, and the shadows rose up to swallow her
when they parted, the monk was gone
inhaling a slow, shaky breath, Maia composed herself, and refocused on the tree
30ft to the centre
branch on the left side
over the dragon
down to the hollow
reverse and get out
she exhaled slowly, letting the shake fade from her breath
she had this
Maia broke from the tree line, moving in a swift but stealthy manner
every step carefully laid. Every movement intentional
the dragon’s snores rumbled like thunder, growing louder with each step
before she knew it, she was beneath the low branch
taking a quick stutter step to gain momentum, she threw herself upwards, catching the branch with both hands
thankfully, the branch held firm, and Maia swung her legs up and around it
shimmying along inch by inch, she drew closer to the trunk itself, inadvertently holding her breath as she passed over the sleeping body of the dragon
its breath reeked up close. Like spoiled fruit and vinegar
it took all her strength not to gag
before she knew it, she was at the trunk of the tree and at the next step of her plan
hoisting herself up to a crouched position, she flattened her body against the side of the trunk and began sliding her foot along its length
eventually, she found a suitable foothold and began clambering across to a more central position
the hollow was just beneath her now
and beneath that, the massive head of the dragon
this close, she realised just how easily such a creature could snap her up
with her small frame, she’d be gone in one or two bites
pushing such morbid thoughts out of her mind, she leaned down until her head and arm were low enough to reach inside the hollow
her lungs were beginning to burn from holding her breath for so long, but she dared not exhale
she wasn't sure how good a dragon's senses were, but she wasn't keen to find out either
reaching her arm into the hollow, her fingers touched loose leaves and knotted wood
she pushed a little deeper, searching for any sign of her prize
something cold
something metal
but instead, she felt the hard back of the hollow
frowning, she pressed again, but still felt only the rear of the hollow
had she somehow missed it?
her fingers scrambled around, but continued to feel only wood and leaves
her lungs were really burning now, and she could feel her face flushing with colour from being upside down
regardless, she removed her arm and leaned her head down further, trying to peer inside
in the black gloom of a moonless night, a human wouldn’t have been able to see a thing
but even with her enhanced elvish sight, Maia was granted only the slightest advantage
just enough to make out the shape of the interior and the contents within
dried leaves
knotted wood
a couple insect husks
and nothing else
sure she had somehow made a mistake, she looked again and again
but with each scan, the truth became undeniable
“you will not find what you seek, here”
the dryad’s words echoed in Maia’s head, and with a cold sense of dread, she realised that the spirit hadn’t been speaking rhetorically
the amulet wasn’t here
and with that realisation, Maia’s lungs could hold on no longer
her breath escaped all at once, her awkward position driving the air out in an undignified huff
she clamped a hand over her mouth, but the damage had been done
she had made a sound, however small, and already her breath was mixing with the cool air
time slowed to a crawl as the dragon’s snores came to a stop
she watched in terror as its head, mere inches below her, began to stir
its nostrils flared; drawing breath with a deep, rasping inhale, and its eyes rolled in their sockets
the dragon’s jaws cracked open, revealing a black, forked tongue and rows of fetid teeth
rancid breath assaulted Maia’s senses, making her stomach turn and her head spin
she waited for the creature to open its eyes
to see the tiny morsel dangling helplessly above it
but they never did
to her greatest relief, the dragon remained asleep and blissfully unaware of her presence
relief swiftly turned to dismay, however, as the dragon proceeded to shift; its scales rippling like water across its long, serpentine body
the tree shook violently as the monster scraped against its surface, shearing away bark and causing branches to groan and sway
wrapping her arms around whatever she could find, Maia clung desperately as the shaking threatened to throw her loose
after what felt like an eternity, the vibrations mercifully ended, and the dragon returned to its snoring
but even after the tree had long fallen still, Maia found herself unable move; as if every single muscle in her body had frozen solid
in a moment of clarity, she realised that her hand had found her dagger in the chaos, and that the weapon was now clutched in an iron grip at her side
she almost laughed at the absurdity of the situation
as if a dagger would keep her safe if the dragon had actually awoken
nonetheless, she kept it in her hand, unwilling to relinquish the one defence she had
lifting her gaze to scan the surrounding treeline, she spotted the pale faces of her companions waiting in position. Intently following her progress with their eyes
Iris looked just as high sprung as she was. All but ready to throw herself into the open in order to save her sister
Maia silently prayed that her twin could keep her composure for just a little longer
wetting her incredibly dry lips, the rogue began scaling the tree; taking care to avoid any of the small twigs and leaves that had been shaken loose by the dragon’s shifting
upon reaching her chosen branch she paused, taking a moment to slow her racing heart beat
in spite of everything telling her otherwise, she needed to calm down
stress would lead to mistakes
and mistakes would lead to her death
feeling her muscles relax ever so slightly, Maia continued, stretching her body out to reach the low branch
her feet found purchase, and the rogue began creeping along its length
a few more steps and she’d be home free
“Maia!”
a single word
muffled and distorted, and yet agonisingly loud
Maia’s eyes dropped to the bronze surface of her dagger and saw a young woman’s face staring back at her, their eyes grey and piercing
there was a flash of familiarity in the half elf’s mind, but in that moment, she could barely recall her own name
a million thoughts raced through her mind as her heart pounded like a drum in her ears
one thought, however, screamed louder than the rest
run
Maia’s feet moved before the thought had even finished forming, propelling her from the branch a split second before it detonated into an explosion of jagged splinters
she hit the ground hard, feeling something give in her shoulder
she didn’t have time to dwell on it, as an earth shattering roar tore the world asunder
her feet were under her in an instant, and she broke into a sprint, not daring to look behind her
she knew that if she turned, all she would see is a flash of green scales and a mouth full of fangs closing in to end her life
the air began to reek of rotten fruit and then a body collided with her, throwing her aside
a cloud of noxious fumes ripped through the space she had just occupied, causing grass to shrivel and trees to wither
she felt hands on her arms and shoulders, and then Iris was yelling at her, hauling her to her feet amidst pained racking coughs
they didn’t have time to stop, barrelling through the trees in a mad dash to get away
as furious roars filled the air behind them, Iris stumbled through the underbrush, her legs unsteady beneath her
Maia looped an arm under her shoulder, and now the twins were supporting each other in a tangle of limbs
minutes passed. Or maybe just seconds. And then the two broke from the tree line onto an open road
sea winds rushed up to meet them, and Iris' legs fully gave out as she began greedily sucking in gasps of fresh air
“come on!” Maia urged, trying to drag her sister to her feet
but Iris was of no use now, her eyes bulging and her face flushed with colour
something ripped its way out of the underbrush and Maia turned sharply, instinctively raising the dagger that was still clutched in a death grip
instead of the dragon she was expecting, she found Cyrene and her rhomphaia, halfway through a cut that would have cleaved her in two
recognising each other at the same time, the pair lowered their weapons and turned to the wheezing half elf at their feet
concern flashing across her face, Cyrene dropped to her knees in preparation to cast a spell
before she could begin, however, Oryk emerged from the grove, blood splattered across his hands
“we don’t have time for that. Get her up!”
he raced past them, leading the charge back towards the beach
with a grunt of exertion, Cyrene lifted Iris into her arms like a baby, shoving her rhomphaia into Maia's hands
keeping a wary eye on her sister, Maia followed the half orc as she began jogging after their leader
as they ran, Oryk settled into pace beside Maia, shooting her a questioning look between grunts of breath
“do you have it?”
the half elf's shoulders fell, and she quietly shook her head
“it wasn’t there”
Oryk’s face turned a dark shade of red, and a vein bulged in his head
“what do you mean it wasn’t there?!”
“the amulet is gone. We missed it”
a stream of vile curses flowed from Oryk’s lips, and Maia wisely chose to keep her eyes forward and mouth shut
they reached the beach in record time, and Cyrene carefully laid Iris down into their waiting boat
as Oryk and Maia began pushing the vessel into the rolling surf, the dwarf gave her a hateful glare
“hells spare you when they find out we failed”
“we...haven’t...failed...yet”
Oryk turned his ire on Iris, who lay curled across the edge of the boat trying her best to suck in what air she could
“we...know...where...its...going,” she continued between strained, wheezing breaths. “We...still...have...time...”
leaping into the boat with a splash of water, Oryk waited just long enough for his companions to get in before heaving away with the oars
“we’d better. For all our sakes”
he sliced through the water with powerful strokes, driving them into deeper and darker waters
Maia slunk down beside Iris, taking her sister’s hand into her own
Iris dropped her head onto Maia’s shoulder, and the twins watched as the shores of Kalikos drifted further and further away

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(17F) and my sister (21F) have gone through alot of bad times with our mother making it worse, I will give you a run down of what my mother is like, she is quite aggressive and no matter what you do to please my mother, whether you're being there for her when she's sad even though you're struggling too or doing whatever she tells you to do, she will call us disrespectful and rude. So the week before mothers day (Im still in school) I had some important exams and needed to study for them but I noticed my mum was okay so I continued doing my own things until she approached me on Friday and told me "You're disrespectful, call your sister and leave." ( my sister moved out and because of my mother) And she left me after that so i asked her whats wrong and it carried on all night, Saturday was fine but Sunday my mum forced me to go to church with her and I only went because its mothers day then i cleaned the house gave her flowers and chocolates, then my sister came over and gave my mum some chocolates and we left because i had a doctors appointment for personal reasons, so we did that and my mother threw a huge tantrum instead of politely for us to come back and told me off for wanting a check up? I obviously went home later and layed down because I was exhausted but my mum came into my room and said "Get off you a$$ and do the dishes, you don't live here for free" so without complaining or nothing i did the dishes like she wanted, then she started insulting me saying rude things to me l will not say here but I just agreed with everything she said and allowed her to insult me until she got angry that I didn't react and grabbed a mug and smashed it onto the floor so l went to leave because it scared me but she blocked me from leaving and told me "pick up the glass before you think of doing anything" so i did. Then when i was about to leave because i was scared she took my phone off me so i took my wallet and left and luckily for me my boyfriend (17M) was waiting for me and he called my sister for me and i left to hers to be safe. So AlTA for leaving? Any suggestions on what i should do?

(F32). I’ve been with my boyfriend for about a year now (M32). For reference, I’m a pretty low maintenance person—I can sleep in any noise/light level, I function well on 6-7 hours of sleep, I don’t get carsick, I’m not an anxious traveler, I do not care what particular style my clothing is folded in, etc. My boyfriend is the opposite of each of the above mentioned things.
He has to sleep 9-11 hours to feel rested. This is challenging for me bc if I sleep more than 8, I feel groggy. It’s also a hinderance bc it means I can’t go in my own bedroom after 9pm without waking him up. So many times if I want to stay up later to work on my computer, I’ll end up spending the night sleeping on the sofa (but don’t worry, he will then complain I quote “just don’t like to sleep next to him”).
He has to sleep with a fan on. I knew this the first night he slept over at my home, and I didn’t see it for the flag it was—at the time, he played it off as he had to have white noise. 11 months later we have to sleep with the curtains closed, windows closed, air conditioning on, and a pitch black room.
He has aversions to some smells—ie, air fresheners in the house. So I stopped using them. I used a laundry detergent that was too strongly scented, had to stop using it the first month we were dating. Please note: he has no issue with using scented lotions or body wash.
He gets car sick allegedly. Which makes it convenient for him to say he “needs to drive” for some functions, and for others, convenient for him get very upset with me for “driving erratically” on long drives where he has asked me to drive so he can work on his laptop, but then is angry bc I’m driving in crosswinds and wasn’t steady enough.
Clothes have to be folded VERY particularly. The sheets have to be put on the bed VERY particularly. I load the dishwasher “wrong”.
For awhile, I believed these were just joking, or being a princess and they would pass. Now, a year in, it’s bred a great deal of resentment, and I realize I enabled all his high maintenance behaviors.
Tonight I came home, and was greeted by my dog at the front door. I thought it was sweet initially, but then wondered why she wasn’t in the bedroom on her bed. He woke up (clearly irritated that my flight got in late) and informed me she was “breathing too loudly” so he had shut her outside of the bedroom. He’s been recently been on a tangent that she breathes too loudly at night (ironic bc he himself snores).
I’ve had it. Is there any way to walk these behaviors back now, or really bite back? Or am I just screwed bc I smiled and took it all this time? Or are these all legitimate and not just him being high maintenance?

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Do not be wise in your own eyes; Fear the Lord and depart from evil. It will be health to your flesh, And strength to your bones. - Proverbs 3:7-8
For this you know, that no fornicator, unclean person, nor covetous man, who is an idolater, has any inheritance in the kingdom of Christ and God. - Ephesians 5:5
To whom shall I speak and give warning,
That they may hear?
Indeed their ear is uncircumcised,
And they cannot give heed.
Behold, the word of the Lord is a reproach to them;
They have no delight in it. – Jeremiah 6:10
“There is no fear of God before their eyes.” - Romans 3:18
The fear of the LORD leads to life, And he who has it will abide in satisfaction; He will not be visited with evil. - Proverbs 19:23
The fear of God is what leads to life, and this is why there are so many passages both in the OT and the NT which are meant to impart that fear of God into us. But the modern church seemingly sees the fear of God as a reproach to them, indeed they seem to only talk about the free gift, but also seem to reject that gift.
For God has not called us to live in sin. He has called us to live a holy life
Therefore he who rejects this does not reject man, but God, who has also given us His Holy Spirit. – I Thessalonians 4:7-8
Anyone who continues to live in him will not sin. But anyone who keeps on sinning does not know him or understand who he is.
Dear children, don’t let anyone deceive you about this: When people do what is right, it shows that they are righteous, even as Christ is righteous. But when people keep on sinning, it shows that they belong to the devil, who has been sinning since the beginning. But the Son of God came to destroy the works of the devil. Those who have been born into God’s family do not make a practice of sinning, because God’s life is in them. So they can’t keep on sinning, because they are children of God.
So now we can tell who are children of God and who are children of the devil. Anyone who does not live righteously and does not love other believers does not belong to God. - I John 3:6-10
The churches should be imparting the fear of God into the wicked, so that they may turn from the ways of death and truly begin to know Jesus Christ. But they only seem to preach that which fills seats and wallets, as scripture warned us about:
But there were also false prophets in Israel, just as there will be false teachers among you. They will cleverly teach destructive heresies and even deny the Master who bought them. In this way, they will bring sudden destruction on themselves.
Many will follow their evil teaching and shameful immorality. And because of these teachers, the way of truth will be slandered.
In their greed they will make up clever lies to get hold of your money. But God condemned them long ago, and their destruction will not be delayed. – II Peter 2:1-3
Rather than fear God and convey that to others, they come up with every high-minded, theological retort that they can possibly think of in an effort to rid themselves of the very thing that leads to life.
‘For among My people are found wicked men;
They lie in wait as one who sets snares;
They set a trap;
They catch men.
As a cage is full of birds,
So their houses are full of deceit.
Therefore they have become great and grown rich.
They have grown fat, they are sleek;
Yes, they surpass the deeds of the wicked;
They do not plead the cause,
The cause of the fatherless;
Yet they prosper,
And the right of the needy they do not defend.
Shall I not punish them for these things?’ says the Lord.
‘Shall I not avenge Myself on such a nation as this?’
“An astonishing and horrible thing
Has been committed in the land:
The prophets prophesy falsely,
And the priests rule by their own power;
And My people love to have it so.
But what will you do in the end? – Jeremiah 5:26-31
“Behold, you trust in lying words that cannot profit.
Will you steal, murder, commit adultery, swear falsely, burn incense to Baal, and walk after other gods whom you do not know,
and then come and stand before Me in this house which is called by My name, and say, ‘We are delivered to do all these abominations’?
Has this house, which is called by My name, become a den of thieves in your eyes? Behold, I, even I, have seen it,” says the Lord. – Jeremiah 7:8-11
“Therefore you shall speak all these words to them, but they will not obey you. You shall also call to them, but they will not answer you.
“So you shall say to them, ‘This is a nation that does not obey the voice of the Lord their God nor receive correction. Truth has perished and has been cut off from their mouth. – Jeremiah 7:27-28
But know this, that in the last days perilous times will come: For men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, unloving, unforgiving, slanderers, without self-control, brutal, despisers of good, traitors, headstrong, haughty,
lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having a form of godliness but denying its power. And from such people turn away!
For of this sort are those who creep into households and make captives of gullible women loaded down with sins, led away by various lusts, always learning and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth. Now as Jannes and Jambres resisted Moses, so do these also resist the truth: men of corrupt minds, disapproved concerning the faith; but they will progress no further, for their folly will be manifest to all, as theirs also was. - I Timothy 3:3-9
What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun. - Ecclesiastes 1:9
Timothy was told to rebuke those who sin in the presence of all so that the rest may fear (I Timothy 5:20), but many leaders in modern churches seek to comfort the wicked in their sin instead. Comfort should be given to those who are remorseful for their sins, not to those who need a swift rebuke before they perish in their sins.
But what are souls compared to dollars these days?
Shall I not punish them for these things?’ says the Lord.
‘Shall I not avenge Myself on such a nation as this?’ - Jeremiah 5:10
For the congregation of hypocrites shall be desolate, and fire shall consume the tabernacles of bribery. - Job 15:34
I truly hope that even those who take part in turning people away from the way of life will repent, and soon.
The Lord Almighty says that disaster is coming on one nation after another, and a great storm is gathering at the far ends of the earth. On that day the bodies of those whom the Lord has killed will lie scattered from one end of the earth to the other. No one will mourn for them, and they will not be taken away and buried. They will lie on the ground like piles of manure.
Cry, you leaders, you shepherds of my people, cry out loud! Mourn and roll in the dust. The time has come for you to be slaughtered, and you will be butchered like rams. There will be no way for you to escape. You moan and cry out in distress because the Lord in his anger has destroyed your nation and left your peaceful country in ruins. The Lord has abandoned his people like a lion that leaves its cave. The horrors of war and the Lord's fierce anger have turned the country into a desert. - Jeremiah 25:32-38
To think that God treated His first love in such a way over their wickedness, but will spare this lukewarm, money-hungry monstrosity for doing the same things is utterly insane.
But because you are stubborn and refuse to turn from your sin, you are storing up terrible punishment for yourself. For a day of anger is coming, when God’s righteous judgment will be revealed. He will judge everyone according to what they have done. He will give eternal life to those who keep on doing good, seeking after the glory and honor and immortality that God offers. But he will pour out his anger and wrath on those who live for themselves, who refuse to obey the truth and instead live lives of wickedness.
There will be trouble and calamity for everyone who keeps on doing what is evil—for the Jew first and also for the Gentile. But there will be glory and honor and peace from God for all who do good—for the Jew first and also for the Gentile. For God does not show favoritism. - Romans 2:5-11
God does not change. When the people who are supposed to be His are the ones leading others to hell, His fury is just, and it will be vented.
Be watchful, and strengthen the things which remain, that are ready to die, for I have not found your works perfect before God. Remember therefore how you have received and heard; hold fast and repent. Therefore if you will not watch, I will come upon you as a thief, and you will not know what hour I will come upon you. - Revelation 3:2-3

Long post:
(I'm on controller btw) So I've spent most of my time in this game with the Peugeot 205 (H2 FWD), mostly to rack up currency because of the crazy repair costs for Group A and the like. However, I have been driving the Lancia Delta (Group A) for about 5 hours now and I just don't understand what to do mid-drift. What I mean is, in FWD cars, you can exit a drift/loss of grip pretty easily, because the front wheels pull you in the direction you are steering which allows you to simultaneously straighten out and accelerate quickly in the direction of the road.
In the 4WD Lancia, it feels like there's not enough power from the front wheels to pull out of the drift; I feel like I have to let go of gas completely to regain control. It makes me have to take every corner way slower than I would like to. So, the only way to take corners quickly is to take them perfectly, which I definitely can't do consistently. For reference my TORQUE BIAS (capital to draw the eye) is 47% (so I guess 53% to the rear). I got this number from RALLY Technical on YT. I just don't understand how a rear-biased percentage can be faster, someone let me know.
So I have two questions: 1. Is a rear-biased percentage faster if you're good at the game? 2. Would a front-biased percentage be faster for an amateur?
TL;DR: Should 4WD torque bias favor the front wheels?

Just wanted to share a little nugget that's been a game-changer for me lately: self-discipline. I used to think it was all about forcing yourself to do stuff you hate, but man, was I wrong. It's more like this superpower that lets you take charge of your life and steer it in the direction you want.
I've been experimenting with it lately, trying to build small habits like waking up early, working out regularly, and even just sticking to a daily routine. And you know what? It's been paying off big time. Not only do I feel more productive, but I also feel like I'm actually growing as a person.
It's crazy how something as simple as sticking to a plan can have such a profound impact. It's like every time I push through that urge to procrastinate or give in to temptation, I'm proving to myself that I'm capable of more than I thought.
So yeah, if you're feeling stuck or like you're not making progress in life, maybe give self-discipline a shot. It's not always easy, but trust me, it's worth it.

Long post, sorry in advance.
I F21 am living with my boyfriend M24 at his parent’s house. We have a separate room and a different floor that has a bathroom so it’s a good arrangement for us. We get our privacy for the most part and get to save money by not renting.
On to present time. Yesterday we were a friend’s house, got home around 2:30 AM, I had gel in my hair and I knew I had to wash it tomorrow morning, because we were invited to a barbecue at his uncle’s place. Important to note that were asked to pick up his grandparents and be at their place at 11AM.
I got up at around 9 AM, my boyfriend still sleeping. I did the laundry knowing I had to got to work at 6 PM (I work 2 jobs, one is part time at an ice cream shop) and so I had to have clean clothes for my shift. While the laundry was running I head to the kitchen to make a dessert for the barbecue (I had been asked by bf’s mom to make something when we got the invention first). The time was about 10AM at this point. The cake needed 30 minutes in the oven, so I went upstairs to shower. When i enter the room I see that bf is currently showering and so I asked when he will be done. He informs me he just entered. I tell him that I have to shower and that we are running late, so he suggests that I shower with him so we can both shower and be ready on time. I agree, enter and maybe 2 minutes later I realize that the bottle of shampoo is completely empty. My hair is already wet at this point. I am on edge because I’ve running around this past hour, and now I also have to run downstairs in a towel to get a new bottle. I wrap myself up and go downstairs. I grab a bottle and a new Rowe and decide that I’ll just shower at his parents shower (his parents are abroad and wouldn’t mind me using, that’s why I went for it). I start showering, washing my hair, and 10 minutes later my boyfriend comes down to his parents room at starts screaming at me. I was already almost done at this point. He’s yelling and screaming at me how could I go to shower in there while I knew he was still showering, all while cussing me and calling me names. He’s screaming how he was showering in cold water, how I’m just a cunt and more names. I scream back that I also have to shower, and because I need to was my hair I should have went showering first. I shower really quickly and I also have to dry my hair, so I knew I couldn’t wait for him to be done. (Note: in his place if someone is showering downstairs with hot water, upstairs there won’t be hot water to shower with, so we usually tell his parents that we are entering the shower so they will know not to shower at that time, weird I know but that’s how it is). He hits the wall, screams something at me and goes up the stairs.
I take my time, dry my hair knowing damn well I’m not going with him anywhere. I take the cake out of the oven and go up the stairs to dress. I dress, don’t say I word to him and go back down and sit on the couch scrolling on my phone. He comes down and demands an apology. I laugh and say that after all the name calling I received I should be the one to receive an apology. We go back and forth and he tells me to have all of my stuff packed before he returns. And that’s how it ended.
In the middle of the fight he said to post this on Reddit “since you love Reddit so much”. He said that if the public says he’s the asshole he will apologize. Please give your honest opinion. I will go pack my bags for now.

Hey everyone,
I wanted to share a bit about my journey into interracial dating, and I want to preface it by saying that there's no hostility here, just a genuine desire to connect and understand each other's worlds.
This romance I made a move to a Latin territory transferring for work.
Fate seemed to have a plan as our paths crossed quite literally - with a coffee spill and a shared moment of cleaning up the mess. It led to a conversation sparked by the books I was reading about Simon Bolivar and the history of Venezuela, which had helped improve my spanish. That same day, we decided to talk over lunch spontaneously. (I'm not one to turn down a chance encounter). From there, came more dates, then a kiss on the beachside front, and us making things official.
However, like any relationship, we've encountered our share of challenges. It's not that we're fighting, but rather navigating the complexities of blending our two worlds. Her family, in particular, has been a significant aspect of this journey. They're extremely close-knit, and I've never experienced anything quite like it. My family life was quite volatile.
Because of this, I've kept a small distance from others except my three closest friends back home.
Recently, her mother expressed concern to me about my guarded nature when we had a chance to talk one on one during small walk in the park, particularly regarding topics like past relationships or my childhood.
I should also mention, after last breakup in the states, I hadn't had a girlfriend in some years due to the sting of it, and I became even more careful about who I open up to and what I share.
That said, I'd love to hear from all of you. Have you experienced similar challenges or triumphs in interracial relationships? How did you navigate cultural differences and family dynamics? Any insights or advice would be greatly appreciated!
Overall, our relationship has been incredibly rewarding, challenging me to step out of my comfort zone and embrace vulnerability in ways I never imagined. It's a journey of growth, understanding, and love, and I wouldn't trade it for anything. Please tell me you're point of view. I'll be as engaging as I can.

May 13 2024. I am learning and still need to learn more on how to get over differences and accept one another humans as just the same and that i shouldnt judge too hard cuz what if i was in their position. (This could apply to you reading this now or any person who reads this, which is know might be a long one but please just give it a chance to see why you don’t even have the time to read this and actually understand, to see my view point because this is the viewpoint of all regular folk such as you and myself)
WHY HAVE WE AS A HUMAN SPECIES JUST LOST EMPATHY AND UNDERSTANDING we dont need to feel ashamed cuz we didnt know better, we just need to start working on fixes and now since only more time will hold back actual change.
Aslo i think im starting to learn something new about myself if im not doing something that grows me as a person as in example discussing political viewpoints and reading or just learning views on humans and just humanitarian things in general cuz
WE’RE HUMANS AND THAT COULD’VE BEEN US AND ITS NOT BUT IF WE GOT THE MEANS TO HELP THEN LETS HELP , oh wait we cant help cuz (insert stupid fabricated excuse that the governments make cuz they are or might be a failure just because, IF A GOVERNMENT IS ACTUALLY IN HELP OF PEOPLE THEN IT SHOULD GET THINGS DONE AND EVERYONE SHOULD BE LIVING WELL AND I MEAN EVERYONE the only reason we have some people who cant even afford to have the time to read this or to take time to understand). Now i know that sounds unreasonable but THATS ONLY SOUNDS UNREASONABLE CUZ OUR OH WELL LOOKSY DOO ITS THE SAME FUCKING GOVERNMENTS TELLING US ITS NOT
We hear the term escaping the matrix or finding the cheat code in life. Well the matrix isnt about escaping reality or people ITS ABOUT ESCAPING THE GRASP OF THE GOVERNMENTS AND BEINGS THAT STOP US HUMANS DOING WHAT WE WANT.
And if we humans cant see this then perhaps the time for the human race is over and doomed to fail either from nuclear amerggdon or climate change.
Like being a dick and not wanting to help or actually be active and apart of something is what government want from us regular folk us NON ELITE HUMANS the ones who don’t have tens of millions of dollars or just enough money and superficial happiness or anything to not get you thinking about each other and how we all feel.
They (as in the people who get to decide our way of life the Government’s WHICH BY THE WAY THEY SHOULD HAVE NO RIGHT) dont want us to see “oh damn they got the power to actually make the change and theyre not making change ?” THEY’LL DO ANYTHING TO JUST NOT GET ASKED MORE QUESTIONS AND GET INTO IN DEPTH (examples like taxes and how we are all to busy thinking about our bills or how anything would get done cuz everyone needs to focus on things that “actually matter” BUT THE THINGS THAT ACTUALLY MATTER OR JUST DISTRACTIONS , like if you read this and think wait i don’t have the time for this LIKE WHY DONT YOU?? Because your to busy with what…? EXACTLY THAT WHAT AND ANSWER TO THE QUESTION IS USALLY WHAT IT IS AND AN EXAMPLE OF A DISTRACTION)
You see this isn’t a regular war this is a revolution of the average human such as me and you. Thank you
any excuse to be able to move on and thats why i think i haven’t been able to move on these days. Havent been able to connect with things and people in my life
Its just such a deadly cycle and loop and no wonder people kill themselves.
BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS JUST A DISTRACTION FROM THE TRUTH THAT IM LIVING IN A SYSTEM DESIGNED TO KEEP ME AT THE BOTTOM AND WITH A FALSE DREAM AND HOPE THAT I’LL BE RICH ENOUGH TO NOT CARE OR RICH ENOUGH TO ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.
We as in the human population also need to stop questioning the messager and talking about whats up with me as a person and SEE WHAT IM ACTUALLY SPEAKING OF AND WHAT I REFER TO BECAUSE WHAT I REFER TO IS THE DAILY LIFE OF ANYONE OF US. BECAUSE WHAT I SPEAK OF IS THE TRUTH AND HOW WE ALL FEEL.
And i will do what i have to do to spread this message and if that means playing by this sick game’s rules and having to force myself into the machine of capitalism and how our society worships money. Then i will just to have a platform to spread the truth. Because I do believe this way full heartedly and found it easy to write this because i know how all us people feel since we are all still human. And now is the time to stick together and be able to help our neighbors and friends, family and even those we don’t even know.
Spread the word and lets help each other by getting educated, ask more questions. don’t take everything at face value all the time and don’t just follow and the herd mentality, actually use your brain and think how this relates to you and others in your life and help them out if possible. Thank you for your time just do not be hardheaded and say “nah” actually be the change you wish to see in the world, thats how it starts.

Stay away, wilted rose, there has never been a place for you here.
My intuition told me about you. Your ego verified. I knew you only for months and knew the truth, yet you still had a whole family, blinded by manipulation for over a decade.
Unfortunately, for you, your unwillingness to humble yourself has now left you utterly alone. Exactly where you deserve to be.
Life handed you two choices. And both choices valued priceless. Yet you couldn't choose, because in some fucked up world, you believe you were warranted both. Despite how illelogical it really was.
I revealed your truth because it hurt me, too. Your secrets were burdening my soul. Even before actual validation. You have done the most unforgiving things one person can do, and I conveyed your wretchedness without hesitation. Selfish selflessness.
You had your great love. Your supposed soul mate. The love you bragged about. But at the same time, you had the love of their brother. A love you never earned. The love you had to keep secret. The one you SHOULD have married, huh?
It just doesn't seem like manipulation when you're benefitting with no repurcussion. But to have felt accomplished, manipulating a child for years, is unspeakable. And to think that child thought it was love, is saddening.
J was only twelve years old when your atrocious grooming began. You were a grown woman, and despite your naive nature, had years to realize what you were doing was wrong and actually disgusting.
This brother grew into a wonderful, fully conscious man. He took his abuse and planned to go to the grave with it. How terrible it must have felt to be in love, at so young, and never able to share it.
To think it was acceptable to be second choice to your brother. To cater to a woman whom already made her vows. To go so many years accepting a false love and encouragement. So brainwashed, all of this impulsively seemed right.
For years, you wove a deceitful web. Managed to hide your adultery from your spouse, secretly having an affair with his younger brother. But little did you know, I would soon come and rip your perfect vile world apart.
I was summoned to tell your lie. You were too cowardly to do it yourself. You didn't deserve half the love you received. You cannot take something that special for granted.
I was blessed with a beautiful, but broken, man. These are wounds that you inflicted. And somehow, unbeknownst to me, you think your choices were justified. Your pathological lies make up for predatory choices. But we see through those, now.
I'm sorry for the hearts that may have broken while I uncovered this affliction. I know I didn't create this pain, but it hurts ME knowing the person who caused this, sees no fault of their own. I'm embarrassed for you.
I am happy, however, you could not make a choice for yourself. I would possibly be without him now, if you, chose your steps correctly. But you need to see that he gives his love to me, openly. He does not have to hide anymore. He no longer has to carry this lie.
I know it hurts you to watch someone you 'love' become someone you don't know (your actual FB status). I'm overjoyed with what you left behind, and preferred to never have completely. I'll never hurt him like you did. I'm only here to love him correctly, honestly, and happily.
The love this man provides is nothing short of magical. The love we make is raw and real, and never something he's taught to hide. I am here for just him, vulnerable, and honest. I'm strong enough to live with the outcome of your delusions. I'll fight again to demonstrate.
Your shameless cycle here is complete. You wanted too much. You broke the golden rule, and thought you got away with it. My name, that day, was karma. And now you've lost it all. All the love you chose to ignore x2.
Don't pride yourself in having to do with the extraordinary man J has become. I know you like to claim credit for your immaculate significance in who he is today. Or whatever situation you put your sticky little hands on.
You have falsely idolized yourself for way too long. Carelessly led by your own immaturity for the better part of ten years. This disposition shows how stupid you really are.
You even tried to take credit for MY homecoming in J's life; once you realized he was no longer yours to control. You really pathologically think you had enough competence in you to make that happen?
Continue to blame others for your terrible actions. I honestly don't think anyone is listening anymore. Your premise is visible like a disease we all know to stay far away from.
You aren't a rose. You're a defective human and a pedophile.
-Madison

don't answer this if you're a MDRAH. Not only is it not turn based like every other pokemon game, people can push their pokemon to 1499 or 2499 for the limits and just crack ppl. The pvp is only fun when you're on a win streak. If you're Ace level, pls imagine winning 1/5 battles. The only thing fun or good about pvp is the rewards, which is shit until you reach high enough level. aka.. still 2 rare candies. I'm keeping this post up even if you guys flame me for "skill issues". PvP is starting to lag more often, and whoever has a charged ready first gets hit ONE more time before the charged is over (like the grunts when you shield or switch, they kind of just sit there for a second). And the game forcing you to play with higher ranks (ESPECIALLY Ace level) is just ridiculous. It makes sense sometimes, but 2+ higher level is insane, especially if you're trying to rank up. Meta pokemon are impossible to predict, it's not turn based, everyone else always seems to be doing higher damage, random ass pokemon can be faster than yours (Snorlax, imagine Snorlax attacking faster than your pokemon...), STAB is also impossible to predict. yes ik it's in the other games, but it's unfair when it's NOT turn based. There is so many things wrong with this game, and pvp seems to be the least fun thing to do. Again, if you're a MDRAH and you're Ace level, don't even look at this post bc... u don't get it. I will get flamed in the comments, but I know people feel me on this, mostly new or lower rank players. it might've been easy a month ago to rank up, but everyone is MDR now, and has that same meta pokemon in every battle limit. they adapt and just tear thru the little guys trying to have fun. it rips the soul out of any true pokemon battling experience, and leaves you with a Snorlax attacking faster than half your pokemon.

In the heart of San Luis Obispo, CA, where picturesque landscapes beckon and outdoor adventures await, there's nothing quite like watching your dog revel in the freedom of off-leash exploration. Yet, with this newfound liberty comes responsibility, and ensuring your furry companion is well-trained is paramount for their safety and your peace of mind.
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When your dog is trained to respond reliably off-leash, it opens up a world of possibilities for adventure. From hiking trails to beach outings, your dog can accompany you off-leash with confidence and control, enriching both of your lives.
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It's incredibly important to discuss and check in with your partnefamily member on how medication is doing and helping. This is in the book as well. Destigmatize the relationship with medication and make it a positive conversation to celebrate together when something is working, and work together in support if it's not.
Don't make my mistake by not asking and making assumptions based on little information. Mental illness is something new for me that I have been learning a lot about in the past few years. This includes medications, which I always viewed as very private. Don't be afraid to just ask and be supportive. We are all here because we love someone. Unfortunately my situation is still full of division so please learn from my missteps.

I was raised Catholic and left the church. for some months I have been lurking in the Christian forums and have been listening to hymns, both Protestant and Catholic.
I feel as if something is calling me back but at the same time, the reasons I left still stand.
would you be willing to share with me what convinces you?
l believe a man called Jesus existed. He must have because the things he said about love and forgiveness were so unique to the barbaric era he lived in.
But how do we know he was God? The Bible was written by humans. we don't know how much they twisted and made up.
there must be a basis in fact but we don't know that every single thing written there is true.
in fact many believe much of the Bible should not be taken literally.
So what makes you so strong in your faith ? how do you know beyond the certainty of a doubt that Jesus is God?
how can you be sure he rose from the dead and that he died for our sins?
I am sure he was a great teacher and an exceptional human being. how do I know that anything beyond that is true?
And if he loved me, why did he put me in life situations that made me leave my faith?

Hello everyone, I’m new to this subreddit. I’m in my early 20s and for most of my life I’ve been trying to deal with the loss of my dad. My dad died when I was toddler. I wish could get into the details here, but I’m afraid that’s too personal. To make a long story short: he ultimately changed our family’s life and others for the worse because of his unconscionable actions. When I was younger, I didn’t think about him a lot, but as I got older I began to think about all of the things that we missed out on together, but at the same time, I can’t help but think about all of the pain he’s caused me, even from the grave. I’ve seen the father-son relationships that my bros have with their dads and it’s honestly something I’ve always wanted to have with mine. Often times I wonder if we ever meant enough to him for to risk everything that he worked so hard to get. When someone asks about my parents,it’s hard for me to tell them that I only have 1 parent, and when they ask about my dad, I have to try my best not to get teary-eyed; this is something i’ve always struggled with, not only that, but it’s the fact that I can’t even tell them how he died. I’ve never even shared it with my best friends and I don’t even talk to my family about it. His actions also affected my relationship with the other side of my family, who I hardly ever see, but I still love them. As a child I was told “just tell them you don’t like to talk about it,” which is why I feel like I have a hard time expressing my feelings or even trying to get in a relationship, bc of the fear of rejection and this secret. Despite all this, I’ve had a good life, many struggles, just like everyone else, but at times I fear that I will end up like him. Sometimes I’m even told that I’m a splitting image of him, at times it’s comforting, yet scary.
As a Christian, I know I am supposed to love others and forgive them, but in a situation like this, how does one overcome something like this: loving your deceased parent that you don’t remember, despite their dark past that can ultimately affect how others would view you, if they knew the truth? Any advice or guidance would be greatly appreciated!

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I was raised Catholic and left the church. for some months I have been lurking in the Christian forums and have been listening to hymns, both Protestant and Catholic.
I feel as if something is calling me back but at the same time, the reasons I left still stand.
would you be willing to share with me what convinces you?
l believe a man called Jesus existed. He must have because the things he said about love and forgiveness were so unique to the barbaric era he lived in.
But how do we know he was God? The Bible was written by humans. we don't know how much they twisted and made up.
there must be a basis in fact but we don't know that every single thing written there is true.
in fact many believe much of the Bible should not be taken literally.
So what makes you so strong in your faith ? how do you know beyond the certainty of a doubt that Jesus is God?
how can you be sure he rose from the dead and that he died for our sins?
I am sure he was a great teacher and an exceptional human being. how do I know that anything beyond that is true?
And if he loved me, why did he put me in life situations that made me leave my faith?

Chapter thirteen ~Kayara~
They had to ride through grass fields so tall and unruly that even their ponies, easily twelve hands high, were struggling. Only an hour or two more and they would be back in the Elven territories.
Anataya led. Flanked by her guard and her lady in waiting. The kid took up the rear and Kayara had to fight to not look behind her to make sure he was ok and still there. She could hear his pony trying to feast on the grass and the glorious wildflowers, and that would have to be enough. She knew it would only cause upset if she were to bruise his ego as such.
They had seen glorious sunsets and pitch black nights, steep grass-slick hills and uneven forests. The others seemed quite up to the task and readily familiar with camping. With killing their meal. With sleeping on the hard ground.
She had spent the night in a jail cell before, but there had been fresh straw and a blanket. She was indeed glad that it was a warmer season or she surely would have frozen to death thanks to the princesses scheme!
“What’s with that face?” Asked Tyren, a wolfish grin at the ready. She rode her gelding with the proficiency of a soldier. Hers was the only pony that could keep its head up when riding through the tall grasses. The rest of them had to keep their calm and keep a stern, short rein.
“I’m hungry.” Kayara said simply. “You didn’t want the hare that I caught for you!” The boy chirped up behind them. It had looked like a much meaner version of the pet she had kept as a child. Its eyes were so the same as the fluffy piebald bunny she had once adored. She thought back to the now vacant cage in her room. The hand painted river rock that had been made upon her death. Seventeen year old Kayara had horrid penmanship but hadn't been bad with a paintbrush.
She had buried the bunny in the family's pet cemetery just off the main garden, right below her window. The rock was painted with various pinks and purples and yellows. The colors of energy that floated over the bunny when she pet it. Like static on a blanket.
“We should be nearing the city by tomorrow afternoon. If that helps.” Tyren offered. Her eyes were so cold. As if no emotion flickered behind them, so at odds with the olive branch she voiced.
“Thank you Tyren.”
Houses and farms began popping up in clusters, like the fungus on the trees in the woods. They were built in the style of elven homes. Three stories high and dome shaped. Elven country homes were more like live-in garden centers. Massive living walls of braided living cedar formed the exterior and wildflowers grew out of the cracks. Some of the bigger homes had towers protruding, miniature tree castles amongst the most luscious gardens.
“For the last time, we are not going to steal from my people.” Ana said with a voice that threatened violence. No bullshit, no stealing, she wouldn't have it.
“Ana, they'd likely offer you their food if we rode closer to their homes. Close enough that they could see who you are.”
“I said no. If you don’t drop it I will have you whipped when we return.” Anataya said slowly, anger burning in each word spat. Then suddenly kicked her pony into a faster pace. Then faster again and again; grass and dirt from the road flying into Kayara and Tyrens faces and nearly spooking their own equestrians out of control.
They gave chase and found the princess heading towards the fields below a wealthy man's mini palace. You could tell he was an old wealth by the way they grew their fields in circles with trees and flowers that had specific old timey jobs in the garden.
Anataya ran into a corn and bean field. Sunflowers, growing in bunches, stood tall and bright against the cobalt blue skies. Onion flowers were blooming in the underbrush. Likely other crops could be found in the field but Ana was racing ahead into the center where the tangles of beans and such grew the thickest. Then she stopped.
She hopped off her pony and stood for a moment in the center of the now partially trampled field. Then she collapsed to her knees. Tyren rolled her eyes hard as she banked her pony to a stop near the now hysterical princess. Ana wept and screamed and dug at the dirt. Kayara jumped down from her pony in sync with Tyren, and the two of them tried to hoist the princess to her feet. To no avail, Anataya was too far gone into madness to register their words.
A Violet Corona of light began to bleed into sight before Kayaras eyes. It wrapped around the princesses crown as if it was such. Illuminating the man who appeared in the corn and vines, flashlights and shotgun at the ready. Dogs were being held back by another man. Both were Elves, old and wealthy looking. “The Princess- Braeden the Crowned Princess is in our garden!” “Yes Olh K see that.” The one with the gun, lowered the weapon and nodded at his partner to make the dogs stand down. A whistle and the barking ceased. A stray yap came from the tiny brown dog carried by the third man that came into view with another source of truly very bright light. He was clearly the one in charge. He wore a simple pair of baggy trousers and a tight fitting top. An army issued long sleeves meant to endure cold temperatures. Kayara recognized it because her fathers eldest son had been issued the same one.
His silver chain, a bear head pendant, violet eyes. This was a high ranking officer in Antayas dead brother's army. Fucking hells.
Ana stopped crying at the sight of the necklace. On the back of the head would be the officer's information, although it wasn’t really needed. That pendent was named in stories and songs. Kayara had once seen an opera about the living hero, the mantatur slayer and peace keeper of his own kind. The Great Grizzly of Craephen— and this man before them was one of his main commanders. Maybe an advisor!
“Geraeld!” Ana said as if she’d seen a ghost.
“Antay?” Getaeld seemed to be at a loss for words.
Kayara had no idea what to do or where to look as the princess rushed to embrace the man. He held her awkwardly as the dog in his one hand tried to wiggle free. “It has been so long!”
“Not long enough princess.”
“Geri, you know her?” The one holding four big dogs on fine leather leashes, he held them with a farmers grip but his hair and his robes spoke only of wealth.
The other man, the one with the gun now uncocked and limp in his arms; he said “what are you doing here?”
Maybe he was in charge. His unbuttoned trousers and puffed up boxers told Kayara he was the first to be up and alert that there was something going on in his backyard. The one with the little dog passed it to the shotgun guy and strode forward to assess the damage to his property. “You’ve terrorized my boyfriend's property and terrified our dogs. What do you have to say for this, your majesty?”
“I am so terribly sorry Geri… Geri, please forgive me Geri.” The princess dropped to her knees and widened her eyes at him, hands clasping together at her chin.
“You are a child, Majesty.” He glared but yanked her to her feet, hauling her away to his boyfriend’s house. “I shall take you home. Follow me.” The princess began stumbling and pushing him or tripping him up and so, with a heavy and exhausted sigh, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Like a sack of potatoes! The princess proceeded to prop herself up on her elbows and smirk at the amassed crowd. She looked directly at Kayara and winked! Kayara could have sworn the woman's back arched up a notch…

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Here's a badly drawn picture from what I remember of it ^{^} (the first level)
Platform : PC
Genre : cooking game where you ran restaurants/cafes
The camera was angled to one top corner of the cafe where you could see the entire place and the counter where customers stopped.
Estimated year of release : probably the late 2000s? I'm not sure but definitely before 2015
Graphics / Art style :
It had a cute cartoon-y type artstyle and it was colourful from what I remember
The customers would stop at the counter and you could see the street outside where people would be walking up and down the side walk (the side walk is where the customers stood) and the road had cars on it I think and you could see the outside go from day to night as time progressed.
One of the restaurants was at the beach and there was another at the ship. In the ship one I remember there was a hanging board in the middle of the room with a fish on it.
I think the menu where u switched restaurant locations, like which one you wanted to go to, was in2d?
Notable characters : I'm pretty sure the game had a story where you inherited the restaurant line from your grandparents or aunt, so those are the only character I remember. You played a girl. The beginning of the game had a cutscene where you got a letter or call from the grandparent/aunt about how they want you take over the chain since they were moving away from the area.
Notable gameplay mechanics :
I remember there being a timer on the top left corner of the screen that showed you how much time you had till closing hours. It was just a ticking clock. I think there was a conveyor that bought buns and stuff to make burgers/sandwiches. There were coffee and (maybe) milkshake machines that you could upgrade and buy new flavors of.
You had to find the Ingredients from the cabinets and stuff and put them together on a plate to serve the customers before they left. The customers had a patience bar I think it was hearts. Sometimes customers would come in groups and sometimes solo.
You upgraded to new restaurants eventually.
Other details : I played this when I was very young and didn't pay attention to the names of what I played. I remember being addicted to this game but now I seriously can't find even a single picture of it anywhere.