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2024.05.15 23:03 JEC2eec Health Insurance NJ
My husband was terminated by his employer on May 1. We called HR today because we have not received COBRA information or a termination letter (to be able to enroll in my benefits). HR states his benefits were terminated 4/30. It’s a big corporation. What recourse do we have?
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2024.05.15 22:39 Still_Ad_4928 Of Hearts and Women Part-II (Book-Sample)
Not shared, nor my shade; but something to be weaved; just as the measure of disappointment became it's own solution. But I talked my way through things forbidden, just to find myself blind in bed with those who are dead. Clumsy, but altogether natural of course, because it's consciousness what you refer in the description, yet that's what we don't get a lot about. See your deeds the way you are seen, and then return to a restless place: and the question in-between sheets will be why. Well, I just can't motivate myself to work without hot bitches staring. And that's the truth. Sad but True
— Hearfelt comment for an instagram witch.
Del desprecio a ese descarte, no he visto muchas cosas. Así se pasa una más para las cuentas, y aquí otro más para los versos, por qué aquí no hemos sido vistos. Cuánto más querría uno, que sino lo cuentas ni mucho menos piensas: << lo de este pibe que cosa más horrible>>, haciendo eso lamentable, por qué en decirlo nadie ha mentido. ¡Es horrible! Que cara es entonces la cuenta de lo que le sale a uno vivir sin más complejos; mejor seria cobrarmelo, para así saber que de algo ha valido. Bloqueame.
— Heartfelt comment for a random supermodel-to-be.
The Spirit of Fire
Flames begone, flames in spite: their warmth I felt - so I closed my fist until I could feel the warmth of my blood in my hand. And in dreams Fire came up to me and said: who am I? And I said unto him: you are bound to my bidding, thus your name misery will be. But fire wretched as he was, got closer and asked: and who are you?
And I said unto him that the blood of David ran through my veins, as I was his heir; for the mother of God claim me from death as a son. So Fire tried me, and figured it out.
You are son of woman —said Fire unto me— but as Fire acknowledged the name, I extended my left hand, and took Fire by the neck throwing him into the gound. — You are going to lace yourself to the right hand of the beast, and you'll keep him steady, so I can cleanly take him down. And Fire stayed down, and with his forehead kissing the ground asked unto me —why would the heir of David do so to earthly man?
And I said unto Fire that the beast from the abyss had left no mother for God, so I was to leave none of his body left for his head; as I was going to make it bleed until the end of the end of times.
The Spirit of Earth
Shapeless and without body, but keen within her many numbers, Earth came up to me in dreams, and said: who am I? And posessed in spirit as I was, I said unto her, that God had made her maiden again, and that she shall become the coins that Judas never received, which were to become the due payment of man and women for the body of Christ. Then I extended my right hand, and grabbed Earth by her hair —which descended deep into the abysses of hell— and cut it short so the demons of Lilith would no longer had her gripped by her back.
You are now a woman, and I'm going to rise you from the grounds. You'll lace yourself to the left hand of the beast, and keep it steady so with one shot I can cleanly take him down.
The Spirit of Air
A dream shaped by written words, whispered down for years by the currents of this Montain, and it's requiem witnessed but by a few — the end of dreams. But from where I standed at the peak, I called upon the distant currents that went down, and asked them: who am I?
And Air came unto me as bird, which had thousands of letters for feathers, and in the tongue of dead men answered.
"Somebody who only a few will remember by strange deeds; as the burden on your back, is a past tainted by impossible dreams. You were a lunatic giving new names to folk, and folk never bothered to remember —so your name must be freak, as you died in a forgotten shack some short time ago."
And as Air said these things upon me, I called Misery —as I had dubbed Fire — and told him to get inside my shot. The burden as Air had said, became lesser as i took the shot from my quiver. And I said upon Misery; that he was to set ablaze this arrow, as I was taking down the bird of Britain, and that I would do so, so God would give the deeds of Earth some better names.
The Lord is making a bridge between the empire of strength, and the last empire of men. Now by God's grace, I'm making the tongue of free men, the tongue of Spain. You will be eventually bound to my bidding, and if not me, it will be to the one I'm preceding; for I'm giving you twenty years to attone your wrongdoing. Alas, now because of your wretchedness, my shot on earthly men won't be clean, for his left leg won't stay steady.
Your old name was apathy, now I'm calling you Cisma, which in the tongue of dead men means schism. So now by the will of God lay unto the ground and say the words you've been teached. And as the arrow blazed forward, it's bending motion pierced the veil hiding the secret ladder of men. The bird of Britain catched on Fire, and it's hollering resounded throught the ladders of the mountain until the depths of the abyss. A column of air turned into fire, then violenty erupted from the vowels of the bird, and the wild fire spread as a storm from west to east all throughout the five kingdoms of men away from its own fiery wings, with a gift of misery and a few words to say.
"The name of your woman or the name of your man, will no longer explain their purpose to a man, a woman, or God. Charred words written by thunder will now be the new ladder of men — but until then, darkness upon thee."
The House of Water
I head into the coasts, and the beautiful beaches in-between, to find the stranger who burns images in the skin of men. He is the stranger, and has adopted the body of a monster, and he is one who cannot be understood, so he went on to only go out home in stunts, for the burdens in his heart have become too great to bear. Through terrible pains he has given all he once was for an identity, and as I pick up on his past, i found familiarity in the feelings of his heart. Oh dear friend how we found looking in sadness to ourselves, after doing same but with different means, carrying into our shoulders the loneliness of this world. As you have in-skin the garments of the strange doctrine that I preach — I shall congrate you, for you truly have fought the world entire, for my doctrine is the words of those who shall defeat the world entire.
I may not have your strangeness in-body, but I have it in these words, and in the true feelings of my heart. And I say in admiration that there's no higher form of art, philosophy or religion: than those who perform the highest thing they can give a name about.
Now even within solitude, and at odds with what old dead men call God, I see you and I found strength in you, as I can see you are within me, and in that, you are within everything as it should be - as is meant in everyone who does something that touches the heart of another man. I call this the kingdom of God. Yet blind men and women will wonder how can the kingdom of God possibly be within two outcasts such as you and me.
Upong giving my regards and waiting for response, I found my way into a bench. It was a warm afternoon, and the wind carried the water of the sea. The bird of Britain came about down from the wind of north, and layed on the bench were I was sitting.
The bird asked: why hast thou become this?
And I said back to bird, scorched he was and nearing death, that it was me someone who was supposed to give names, yet for years I couldn't figure out one for myself. Then on went to being given a name, Alas all the wrong ones. Did Adan gave himself a name? - I asked the bird back. And there was no response from bird. Then I continued.
A man has the essence of his soul retained by what he is seen doing. Yet I did things nobody saw, so my soul wasn't with God but with something just as ancient, and nonetheless unknown by men in its true nature — then Satan as the better known devil, came about and pushed me into a hole. It was my own doing. Yet the things I did, I thought were seen. But nonetheless what I did was without contemplation on a posible return. Just as somebody who prints an image on their own skin. It's permanent. This is the essence of a memory in the soul of the man who's seen by others. But in the familiarity of a man who picked every irreversible decision like the Alien, I find myself feeling sympathy, for the man is still not what he has been seen doing, he shall redeem himself by what he decides to turn himself into.
Is this a way of saying that you want to get yourself a tattoo? Get a new look? - the bird mockingly asked.
And I gave the scorched bird no answer.
Then the bird said unto me: what about your career as a prophet, uh? And the things you said about returning with substance? Do you actually think this is substance?
And i considered what the Bird said, then I negated with a movement of my own head. It is not i answered, but i find the memories of me not making sense unbearable. For those mean the memories of a fool, un pendejo, an insane person, or both. And I will always try to amend what I don't do well. But now I wish for only one thing, and it is to be remembered as someone who makes sense, and who out of that sense, made good upon the world. I don't expect anything in return for what I do now, as it is merely an outlet to keep me sane while I finish editing my work. It's clear I'm too incompetent to be a competent influencer. As for once, I don't care about influencing anyone into what I think; but to perform what I think it's important.
Then every proverbial student is free to take classes so as they see fit, and to interpret such classes as their comprehension gives them grasp of what it's said. In such regard, this is what I offer now, while I make the journey to Madrid. And the bird tilted it's head so as to observe me with his left eye, then after a long impasse, it made a loud and painful caw, and finally flew away. Soon after the bird flew, I looked upon the stars in the nascent night, and confessed to them, that it was the memories of who we were, what often stumps us into wrong beliefs of who we should be, maybe even wasting an entire lifetime retained by that which other people remembered us as being. But we are not the owners of our own names, the place we go, and our destiny. That's the biggest lie the western world of hollywood heros tell you, as in truth is collective agreement what determines what we look like doing and thus the meaning we should comfort to, recalling that names are practical mechanisms to remember the purpose of things, their meaning, and how their motion is described in the world.
But making the task of beating that collective belief, akin to the Nietzschean ideal of the camel turning into the lion, so as to transform it's spirit and become something else. But if it's the golden dragon of all the huamn values which judges you insane, will you be prepared to wrestle with the entire culture so as to have your way?
As I layed my eyes upon each star counting up to the number seventeen, I confessed of being scared of those beliefs, as revisiting the past, became a painful deed — and as I prepared to leave, I uttered one wish on the seventeenth point in the sky.
Lord please grant me strength, the way you have given my friend strenght.
2.
The night deepen, while the sea tide sang its own song of breathing. Some time passed, and then on the stranger showed himself approaching at the distance. I waved my hand at him, and after the instant, he found his way into my bench while I welcomed him with an extended fist which he casually bumped - after the short acknowledgement the dark alien looked at my face in between it's cover of dark, and looking at it undiscernable in its true features, with suspicion asked.
— What is it that you want?
I acknowledged him as a friend, then mentioned my brief research, as I had come to know him as man looking for a job, yet nobody would hire for things mundane due to his appearance. I listened closely to the news, and came to understand that this was a man looking for a second chance.Then I saw the intent behind his doing, and two words came to stick to my own thoughts. The first one was <> and the second one was <>. I was admired.
In analytical psychology I figured this man was the ESFP —the personality archetype related to the performer and the entertainer—, possessed in an abnormal way by the spirit by which a person submits to it's contrary nature, seeking to integrate and find fulfillment through the chase of what's perceived absent. If he was the ESFP then doing the flip by following the radial axis of each Jungian function in the stack towards their opposite resulted in the INTJ. The mastermind. The architect. The genius yet awfully complex individual. That was the elusive spirit he was chasing.
But a spirit and a character that at its most pronounced embodiment in a person, would experience life as an eternal foreigner hiding from the light of other men. Such made sense to me, for I myself was the INTJ, and had at spirit the ESFP. Him. So where as this man chased the spiritual fulfillment of being a complex and deep individual, I chased the fulfillment of becoming simpler, so I could demonstrate with action the deepest desires of my heart. One who was born plentiful in means to be liked, becomes complex, mysterious and uncomprehended, meeting one who will be seen trying to make sense becoming simpler. For Carl Jung portrayed the anima and animus of individuals, as the sense of what its absent, yet deeply cherished an valued. So I said these things to the alien, while he silently listened to me.
— All of that sounds like bullshit to me. -Said the alien after some contemplation .— Sorry but the things you say, don't mean anything to me.
And alas for I expected such response, as if one thing was true about this journey, was that explaining the journey in and of itself would become it's grimmest task. I affirmated what he just said with a slight nod of head.
— These things I say and how they relate to each other, in its excercise are similar to doing stecheometric balance with equations in the head, but simpler I'm afraid. - Then I paused, looked back into the sea, and continued. — That's high school chemistry, but I don't expect everybody to pick up on it, nor like it, nor understand it.
— Now i have called you a friend, and where I came from we dub with this title the people we share destiny with. As far as I'm concerned, we are chasing the same thing, which is the hardest posible thing. We both innately understand that we are not home, as we want our spirit to return to us, and that's not what a lot of people ever honestly try to attempt in a lifetime; as such is anyone's call to feel complete.
— And very few people ever reach true individuality, beyond the name they are imposed at birth.
Then I looked into the black alien, and in-between his foreign facial features, I interpreted something familiar. Disturbance. And I continued.
— We have given ourselves hell as we lived chasing something hard, so we can avoid the same hell later on when we are finally back to our own house. This is a christian precept, altought a rundimentary one. Does that makes sense to you?
And after listening such, the black alien calmly looked at the veil in my face in silence. Trying to discern what my face actually looked like, but the night was dark. Then turned his stare back to the reflection of the moon over the waters, giving some thought to what I just said. I opened up my backpack, and drawed two cans of beer from it. Offered one to him, and he silently refused with a gesture of hand. I popped my can and gave it a sip, while I myself stared at the tides coming in and out of the shore.
— If you wan't a tattoo, we can work that out. But this sounds annoyingly familiar, and my interest is not religious. Are you religious?
I nodded in affirmation, and complemented saying. — But my doctrine is something nobody has heard nor seen. For its aim, is doing as Christ said, in perfect means. Yet its true that the teaching fits you, as it's the teaching of the future man; and there's nothing in common between the current man and the future man, as they may very well be different species. This is the precept of evolution.
The alien seemed surprised.
— These two men don't know each other, for the current man doesn't know where the future man comes from, for he himself doesn't know where he is going. Yet in deep realization of your own artistic concept, I think you might want new ideas to meet with your appearance. So tell me, are you curious about what truly happens to a man after he dies? Do you want to learn how to read someone's mind? Do you want to blast with words of fire the hearts of an amazed crowd?
But the black alien broke his calm contemplation of what I was saying, and slighty disturbed, aggressively rebuked after hearing such.
— But you mentioned 'Christ', so you must be christian. How can a christian even say anything interesting in this current time? Last time I asked, their sayings were dreaded by restriction - so why would anyone condemn themselves to a life of bore? Are you a christian?
And I nodded after the question, in silence. Admittedly, for I knew what the problem was with being what I was, and my new companion was bang on identifying it. Made a pause, then raised my sight to where it met with the sky and the stars in it, and I said back to him.
— I am, but not one of a type you have ever seen, for the Christ that comes, is a Christ of art.
2.
The riptide sang, in its secret dialect of earth and sea. I looked upon the coast, turned an eye blind, and saw the ocean as the scorpio, and the land as the taurus; as it was the struggle between two lovers, never meant to consume each other. Ideal love then - yet not to confuse with this partnership as it was whimsilcally tied by the means in which i arranged my current conversation; for my lady somewhere waited for me. Then i allowed my eyes to rest still.
The alien looked upon me, undiscernable in my intentions, and again figured for himself that my interest towards him wasn’t clear. In suspicion, and after the moment he collected his thoughts asked “In your weird words you dubbed me performer, so what is it exactly that you wan’t from me. To me it seems like you are gathering people for some form of religious clown show. When you forced this meeting upon me, was this a proposal you thought i would find amusement in?”. And after the statement my own stare wandered in my conversation partner. While as he had his say, i returned to my can of beer, and finished it with a long gulp. Tempered in an unwillingness to fall to my new found friend irritation, i said within my own thoughts: “The alien looks easy going, but he is barbed in wit”.
Then i opened the can of beer that the stranger rejected; the loud pop resounded in the relative silence, interrupting for a moment the steady chorus of the sea. Gave it a long sip, and said.
– Theres no proposal in place yet. But im certain of something, and that is that both of us are messed individuals which reached the bottom doing the same thing - but the way my understandment of the human soul goes: two people can act by mere interaction as reactives to each other, creating a new chemical compound after the fact.
– This new psychology is very much like chemistry. But it is not my intention to draw you into something, but to pull myself out of this «something» by doing right on another person and maybe that person reflecting the good back on me. I just need a conversation partner, thats all. And i will do this with you, and with many people more. Presidents included.
The alien reflected on it, and after the hiatus of a long standing position of suspicion he finally gave in, and eased up with a slight smile. A strange smile of relief. But the smile, was all too familiar for me, as i realized the man was a tortured individual: a person in long standing pain. I smiled back the way he did, and continued.
– Our pain has a common name, and is a name that can be written with words unfortunately. It’s the devilish mother of all spiritual ills and its foundation, rests at the concept of a past that wasnt solved. It’s called «inadequeacy», and for people like you and me, understanding one day that such inadecuacy had to be solved by our own means, lead us into an act where our name changed as the changes in our cover up act to solve our inadequacy did.
– We never honored the past or the present in our pursuit, as we desired in passion to find solution to the present, by matching it into the idealization of some future without ever realizing that the old or present essence of ones being would be crushed into non existance by said future.
– Then we found the realization of that new name, only to understand that its demands became a tyranny on the other faces of our soul: as our soul is not something that can be undestood in unity, but something that conceives in the beginning in multiple things which try to give shape to one thing. Theres many people in a village, and our minds, are no exception.
— But happiness is only achieved by those who have their soul entire - or those who are the same person regardless of the context and scenario. And we gave to much to somebody that wasn't us, as our spirit took possession and lead us down.
– This is this the essence by which someone goes to hell, only to do one thing over again, getting an ever lasting pain for all the things that were given up chasing that which was absent. The more someone is forced into being shaped by the thing that was concevied in lust, the more the individual misses the place they used to call home, for that is no longer within ones reach. Does this makes sense to you?
The alien left me with no answer, and as he contemplated the sea, a tear travelled through his strange face.
– In this state of anguish, affliction rarely ever feels company, as the very individual condition that was pursued, became a full suit and persona to be forced upon and wear. Hell, is one lonely place man because we only learn to speak a language, that only makes sense to ourselves. But i think we can find a way out of it. This is why I'm here.
“Look, what you’ve done, it’s not something i can see the way you can see my own doing on me.” The alien replied. “Besides the way in which i canno’t see your face in this night, you seem ordinary — but what you talk and the way you say it, evokes in every word regret. What is it that you’ve done that has you regret like this?”
As the alien finished speaking, I emptied the can of beer, layed my eyes on the irregular grooves that my feet had left on the sand, and then replied back to him, after making a recap of the story i had repeatedly told myself after falling down.
“My story, is the fairy tale of a guy who makes way for the new coming of a new man; a better man for the world, while he casts disarray upon the earth: much to his dismay, at the expense of his own soul as the people who become victims of disasters, were ones who this man deemed unfair; cruel, evil, despicable in past. That was at the beginning."
"Theres a pile of corpses behind that character — even in covid time, people as close as the local priest of the small town he lived in, would break their neck after falling in the shower, as he had the slightest suspicion of their secret deeds. All clean deads for that matter. Untraceable to nothing but sheer randomness. Magic as it seeems. But were this folk truly evil people or even guilty of anything? You may ask - the man never knew it for sure, as he never had faculties such as godly omniscience to actually know it; which has taken a toll on him, as the burden of justice is an unberable one for anything but a god."
"Which leads to another point: spontaneously picturing random numbers in the head, associating them with psychological compounds by angular momentum, and actually being bang on the suspicion. Truth friend, in its stochastic presentation: it's unberable.”
“Consequential of such attempts to rationalize his own story in the eyes of people such as close family, my dude became clinically diagnosed with referenced thinking. Which are fancy words for schizophrenia. Nobody believed the story as it was uttered."
"Yet the consequences are there for everyone to see, altought not visible in their cause and effect by anybody but this guy, which lead him first into regret over ever starting his quest as a reformer; and then repent.”
“Now before he realized of this lets call it «curse», he preached for years over the internet as the disasters started to slowly creep up. He preached in a fashion parallel to Niestzches Zarathustra; Zarathustra meaning a famous philosophical device artificied by the philosopher Niestzche, who’s aim was to portray the best posible man, as something he dubbed the <<Übermensch>> ”.
“Such concept being the seemingly more elegant brand of a humanist ideal for a not so distant future: today - albeit a wrong one, for this guy was not dyonisian himself. The backbone of his framework, is analytical psycholgy becoming a chariot for a true understandment of human nature: and ultimately a facilitator for love within light: not within ignorance; not within darkness. Most philosophers today though would mock anything analytical in it's aim."
"Then on the guy preached and dwelved further into the relative hole of his own doctrine: and became imprisoned by what he didn’t got right at first attempt, making him in the process the character that Nietzsche from the comfort of his own writers seat, never attempted to actually embody within realistic means: eventually figuring out within himself the ultimate Nietzschean aristocrat: a magic pen granted by being capetian by mother: from judah by father."
"But Alas, you have no idea how common suicide is within philosophers after they finish their best work. As language, becomes the ultimate barrier for understandment, and then to ones capacity to feel love. Difference — true saliency in ones individual destiny— leads to the gravest posible pain. Ironic isn’t it?”
“Besides technical work with a new form of psychology inspired by analytical chemistry, as that drawed from his efforts during the light of day, five years ago, once he felt the urge to try to reach out to the world from a position of what he deemed was greater understandment: he primitively preached during night his new set of ideas for people to behave beyond the limitations of manipulative psychology, albeit a harsh doctrine meant to clear the way for a better product: Christ himself."
"This is not a doctrine a human being can actually perform, as such its christianity at its highest capacity to bear fruit. It’s an impossible doctrine, yet solves the oldest problem posed in the bible. All which sounds very sci-fi bullshit-y but actual problems started for the protagonist in this tale, when the preaching matched with terrible consequences. Not figurative, but within tangible reality.”
“So just as we talk, theres a small legion of hackers pretending to be doing internet social experiments while talking in an artsy matter: much in my own style, entertaining the exact same concepts - a legion of dangerous monkeys, i have no control over."
"One of the many unexpected consequences being this, yet prompted by something evil; ancient: essentially replicating what my protagonist developed and then preached over the years, while these "hacktivists" lay their attention on things and people, as they select them and enforce upon them strict surveillance, to behave properly. Then to destroy them, as they did in 2020 with many corporations and institutions.A bizarre combination of theater actors to my own liking, and then cyber-security demigods: omniscient in their claims to surveill, and they are - derivative such of another device of what I've done; which is to build a theater so people can make-believe that they are infact performing within themselves something greater - but that's matter for another story."
“Most of the corpses piling up flat out dead, have no relation to him whatsoever; they became victims as my protagonist took measures to fight back the monster he found at the foundation of the known world. This is not an elaborate analogy for one's own unseen capacity for evil, as i mean this: a monster as literally as it can be. For these things friend, im doomed as in true strenght, i have nothing but the pen i use to write down what i think albeit always at danger of it’s eventual inversion. I have no real friends left. Not one who can understand, or help bear the pain: as friendship and love are all gated by understandment."
"The full story has many more vertients, but i think i’ve done it enough justice. This is the predicament of an insane man chased by his own shadow as he builds a better man: one who delivers heavenly things, and then a shadow stringed to deliver tyranny as the very strings behind him make the better man stumble while he tries to keep a grasp of his own spirit, and then of his own soul."
"That monster behind, is wicked smart — and cannot be outwitted nor overpowered but anything but divine smite."
“I’m heading now to a new country, to try to get friends from the only institution in the world who knows and adresses the current times being, and who by extension, might believe me. And to clarify, these being the end of times; but not the end of the world. Yet now i myself have a damocles sword pending over my own head, and i need to do something about it before it falls.”
And as i said these things, i reached out to my backpack drawing a third can of beer from it — besides my own super laptop, thats what my backpack had: an infinite supply of beer. Corona, Indio, Victoria, Dos Equis, Heineken; you name it. I popped the can, and gave it a long and definite sip as i emptied it complete.
The alien didn't try to show that he understood, but stood still in silence, with his sight in the sand below and pressing lips, knowing by my demeanor; that these things as I've said them was something that I needed to do. Then he said: "I don't follow man. You say you preach and then disasters occur. Like a prophet from the bible?"
"Yes. Then I preached to get rid of the things that are actually making the world worse, and something awoke soon after, and since then; everything I do is subject to being misinterpreted due to the diffamatory action of this thing. Now everytime I do something, it can be twisted and turned against my original intent. Right now the hackers are my worst problem: I may have a degree in computers but I have no fucking idea whatsoever of hacking. I earn my living as an A.I engineer.".
The alien raised his sight to meet with mine, and after doing some contemplation on the fact, quite simply said: "You are insane". Then lowered his own sight, and raised it again to meet with the sea and continued. "If you want a tattoo, we can work that out. But either way and whatever parts of your story are true and even worse; the ones you may be lying about: you sound dangerous in a delusional kind of sense, and my life is hard enough as is."
I pressed my fists, knowing then the old same thing had happened again. For I had never forced anything upon anybody, and I was willing to respect that until the bitter end. Then I released the build up of frustration with a loud sigh, and after this amend, I replied back.
"I understand and respect it. But let me just propose you that if you ever want to figure what is beyond life as it's lived by person who has never seen what is like to be someone you write a great story about; you can pin me, and I'll show you what's beyond that door. Give it some thought."
The alien; The Black Alien Project stayed there sitting, spechless but calm, almost expecting something else to be convinced about. But pointless, for i knew that nobody can be forced into anything without bringing a transgression into play – and i wasn’t one to taint myself in sin if it could be avoided. Not anymore.
3.
I made the distance at steady pace walking along the shore, until i found a small group of pines in-between the liminal space of the beach and the land. I sat with one of the pines trunk behind my back, and drawed the Schizo Pills from my eternal supply of traveller goodies.
Quetiapine 100 mg, and Olanzapine 10 mg, i made a smaller fragment from the olanzapine pill, and swallowed both complete. As their side effects were concerned, they would soon knock me out of conscience, as this little ritual was my own way of calling the day complete – then i layed there, vigilant, waiting for my own drowsiness to claim me into sleep - but the Bird of Britan came flying from above, and stood besides me.
\Chirp, Chirp, Chirp**
I watched the bird, annoyed, as its presence had become an omen for contempt. For me and the death people of my past. I frowned upon the little shit, and said nothing. The bird made a little nod, while tilting its head in excentricity the way birds do, and replied. — Hey Andrew!, do you remember when you tried to penetrate your own computer to make a universe grow inside of it? I just wan’t to know something: did your computer moan? Did it finally learnt how to scream your name?
\Chirp Chirp**
Ignoring the bird, i closed my eyes and stayed like that for a long moment, hoping to make the bird think i was asleep. Maybe that would make him leave.
— Can’t bullshit me like that Sweetheart. So please tell me something; why don’t you command one of your supermodels; these muses, to come here and warm the bed for you. It's a cold night and you seem lonely brah
. \Chirp Chirp**
I opened my eyes, and irritated, pointed menacingly at the bird turning my left hand into an imaginary gun. I had already failed at something today, and wasn’t convinced i needed the memory of the things i failed at before. Not now.
Said nothing.
"No longer care for love unless it's between good friends”. Said to myself. There was certainly a migraine coming, but maybe my dreams would help convince it otherwise. And as far as the hoes were concerned, Furious Angels would be there for them. Like the Rob Dougan song.
4.
Found my own mind after the slumber – asleep, then awake. I realized several hours passed - at least enough to wake up and witness the sun rise above the sea. But as for dreams, the light veil of their memories wasn't something to rely upon. But i did remember something, and it was some overtone in dread; an atmosphere of fear – and a kind of dread sustained in it’s inevitability by the urgency that builds upon dearth.
Now what exactly was it though? I couldn’t remember from my dreams, but ever since i falled to my own death i had always present in mind the future succesion of events that would follow when things started to go very wrong. Iran, the U.S, Israel - now whatever was it in the news; the outcome would be the same. A thousand more cuts to an already languishing economy. Make that corpse bleed, and then fall off a cliff.
As such things would be cooked, just as the bird of britain. The bird was still there though: just in pieces and roasted like the contents of a dropped KFC bucket would. But the little shit would return - as it always did. The economy? Not so much.
Yet i digress. None of the world circumstances mattered as far i was concerned – i had built a small and portable solar system to power my laptop, and my beer supply was well, infinite - i made myself sure that i had my needs covered whatever happened around me. Not tied to even a house for that matter. I incorporated myself and gave my back a stretch. The morning breeze coming from the sea evocated in my memories some time that had long passed – late childhood. I rejected those memories as they beared with them things i didnt wan’t to remember - then wen’t on as usual in my morning routine scrolling through my instagram feed, figuring if there were any new hoes to maybe motivate me into doing my God imposed labour.
Labour which was to either write, or to finish the House of Water — then after scrolling i did in fact saw a new hoe; i dropped a Faux Pas comment. Maybe she would play along, maybe not. Whatever. Sometimes I would put in a lot of effort to do a rhyme. But the effort depended on the insta-hoe in question. I know. Not the best of habits, but back in elementary school i was the kind of kid that would only get motivation when the girls in the classroom were present in physEd. And then i would run faster: whole lotta faster. Run Forrest! Run! Women love used to fuel me; and the habit sticked — and at the moment, i was kinda done with the idea of female trascendence. Would rely on their love, but not on their validation. Not like a simp. Fuck that.
Furthermore, what results did i demonstrably mustered after pursuing true egalitarianism and sharing it? Exactly. A bitch gonna do what a bitch gonna do, and so does the human female. After publishing the comment, I locked my phone and walked towards the highway, as i was planning to pay a visit to somebody long forgotten - I had kind of a schedule that i was going to follow, before taking the plane to Madrid and become hispanic Jon Snow from the walgreens Nightwatch.
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— Hearfelt comment for an instagram witch.
Del desprecio a ese descarte, no he visto muchas cosas. Así se pasa una más para las cuentas, y aquí otro más para los versos, por qué aquí no hemos sido vistos. Cuánto más querría uno, que sino lo cuentas ni mucho menos piensas: << lo de este pibe que cosa más horrible>>, haciendo eso lamentable, por qué en decirlo nadie ha mentido. ¡Es horrible! Que cara es entonces la cuenta de lo que le sale a uno vivir sin más complejos; mejor seria cobrarmelo, para así saber que de algo ha valido. Bloqueame.
— Heartfelt comment for a random supermodel-to-be.
The Spirit of Fire
Flames begone, flames in spite: their warmth I felt - so I closed my fist until I could feel the warmth of my blood in my hand. And in dreams Fire came up to me and said: who am I? And I said unto him: you are bound to my bidding, thus your name misery will be. But fire wretched as he was, got closer and asked: and who are you?
And I said unto him that the blood of David ran through my veins, as I was his heir; for the mother of God claim me from death as a son. So Fire tried me, and figured it out.
You are son of woman —said Fire unto me— but as Fire acknowledged the name, I extended my left hand, and took Fire by the neck throwing him into the gound. — You are going to lace yourself to the right hand of the beast, and you'll keep him steady, so I can cleanly take him down. And Fire stayed down, and with his forehead kissing the ground asked unto me —why would the heir of David do so to earthly man?
And I said unto Fire that the beast from the abyss had left no mother for God, so I was to leave none of his body left for his head; as I was going to make it bleed until the end of the end of times.
The Spirit of Earth
Shapeless and without body, but keen within her many numbers, Earth came up to me in dreams, and said: who am I? And posessed in spirit as I was, I said unto her, that God had made her maiden again, and that she shall become the coins that Judas never received, which were to become the due payment of man and women for the body of Christ. Then I extended my right hand, and grabbed Earth by her hair —which descended deep into the abysses of hell— and cut it short so the demons of Lilith would no longer had her gripped by her back.
You are now a woman, and I'm going to rise you from the grounds. You'll lace yourself to the left hand of the beast, and keep it steady so with one shot I can cleanly take him down.
The Spirit of Air
A dream shaped by written words, whispered down for years by the currents of this Montain, and it's requiem witnessed but by a few — the end of dreams. But from where I standed at the peak, I called upon the distant currents that went down, and asked them: who am I?
And Air came unto me as bird, which had thousands of letters for feathers, and in the tongue of dead men answered.
"Somebody who only a few will remember by strange deeds; as the burden on your back, is a past tainted by impossible dreams. You were a lunatic giving new names to folk, and folk never bothered to remember —so your name must be freak, as you died in a forgotten shack some short time ago."
And as Air said these things upon me, I called Misery —as I had dubbed Fire — and told him to get inside my shot. The burden as Air had said, became lesser as i took the shot from my quiver. And I said upon Misery; that he was to set ablaze this arrow, as I was taking down the bird of Britain, and that I would do so, so God would give the deeds of Earth some better names.
The Lord is making a bridge between the empire of strength, and the last empire of men. Now by God's grace, I'm making the tongue of free men, the tongue of Spain. You will be eventually bound to my bidding, and if not me, it will be to the one I'm preceding; for I'm giving you twenty years to attone your wrongdoing. Alas, now because of your wretchedness, my shot on earthly men won't be clean, for his left leg won't stay steady.
Your old name was apathy, now I'm calling you Cisma, which in the tongue of dead men means schism. So now by the will of God lay unto the ground and say the words you've been teached. And as the arrow blazed forward, it's bending motion pierced the veil hiding the secret ladder of men. The bird of Britain catched on Fire, and it's hollering resounded throught the ladders of the mountain until the depths of the abyss. A column of air turned into fire, then violenty erupted from the vowels of the bird, and the wild fire spread as a storm from west to east all throughout the five kingdoms of men away from its own fiery wings, with a gift of misery and a few words to say.
"The name of your woman or the name of your man, will no longer explain their purpose to a man, a woman, or God. Charred words written by thunder will now be the new ladder of men — but until then, darkness upon thee."
The House of Water
I head into the coasts, and the beautiful beaches in-between, to find the stranger who burns images in the skin of men. He is the stranger, and has adopted the body of a monster, and he is one who cannot be understood, so he went on to only go out home in stunts, for the burdens in his heart have become too great to bear. Through terrible pains he has given all he once was for an identity, and as I pick up on his past, i found familiarity in the feelings of his heart. Oh dear friend how we found looking in sadness to ourselves, after doing same but with different means, carrying into our shoulders the loneliness of this world. As you have in-skin the garments of the strange doctrine that I preach — I shall congrate you, for you truly have fought the world entire, for my doctrine is the words of those who shall defeat the world entire.
I may not have your strangeness in-body, but I have it in these words, and in the true feelings of my heart. And I say in admiration that there's no higher form of art, philosophy or religion: than those who perform the highest thing they can give a name about.
Now even within solitude, and at odds with what old dead men call God, I see you and I found strength in you, as I can see you are within me, and in that, you are within everything as it should be - as is meant in everyone who does something that touches the heart of another man. I call this the kingdom of God. Yet blind men and women will wonder how can the kingdom of God possibly be within two outcasts such as you and me.
Upong giving my regards and waiting for response, I found my way into a bench. It was a warm afternoon, and the wind carried the water of the sea. The bird of Britain came about down from the wind of north, and layed on the bench were I was sitting.
The bird asked: why hast thou become this?
And I said back to bird, scorched he was and nearing death, that it was me someone who was supposed to give names, yet for years I couldn't figure out one for myself. Then on went to being given a name, Alas all the wrong ones. Did Adan gave himself a name? - I asked the bird back. And there was no response from bird. Then I continued.
A man has the essence of his soul retained by what he is seen doing. Yet I did things nobody saw, so my soul wasn't with God but with something just as ancient, and nonetheless unknown by men in its true nature — then Satan as the better known devil, came about and pushed me into a hole. It was my own doing. Yet the things I did, I thought were seen. But nonetheless what I did was without contemplation on a posible return. Just as somebody who prints an image on their own skin. It's permanent. This is the essence of a memory in the soul of the man who's seen by others. But in the familiarity of a man who picked every irreversible decision like the Alien, I find myself feeling sympathy, for the man is still not what he has been seen doing, he shall redeem himself by what he decides to turn himself into.
Is this a way of saying that you want to get yourself a tattoo? Get a new look? - the bird mockingly asked.
And I gave the scorched bird no answer.
Then the bird said unto me: what about your career as a prophet, uh? And the things you said about returning with substance? Do you actually think this is substance?
And i considered what the Bird said, then I negated with a movement of my own head. It is not i answered, but i find the memories of me not making sense unbearable. For those mean the memories of a fool, un pendejo, an insane person, or both. And I will always try to amend what I don't do well. But now I wish for only one thing, and it is to be remembered as someone who makes sense, and who out of that sense, made good upon the world. I don't expect anything in return for what I do now, as it is merely an outlet to keep me sane while I finish editing my work. It's clear I'm too incompetent to be a competent influencer. As for once, I don't care about influencing anyone into what I think; but to perform what I think it's important.
Then every proverbial student is free to take classes so as they see fit, and to interpret such classes as their comprehension gives them grasp of what it's said. In such regard, this is what I offer now, while I make the journey to Madrid. And the bird tilted it's head so as to observe me with his left eye, then after a long impasse, it made a loud and painful caw, and finally flew away. Soon after the bird flew, I looked upon the stars in the nascent night, and confessed to them, that it was the memories of who we were, what often stumps us into wrong beliefs of who we should be, maybe even wasting an entire lifetime retained by that which other people remembered us as being. But we are not the owners of our own names, the place we go, and our destiny. That's the biggest lie the western world of hollywood heros tell you, as in truth is collective agreement what determines what we look like doing and thus the meaning we should comfort to, recalling that names are practical mechanisms to remember the purpose of things, their meaning, and how their motion is described in the world.
But making the task of beating that collective belief, akin to the Nietzschean ideal of the camel turning into the lion, so as to transform it's spirit and become something else. But if it's the golden dragon of all the huamn values which judges you insane, will you be prepared to wrestle with the entire culture so as to have your way?
As I layed my eyes upon each star counting up to the number seventeen, I confessed of being scared of those beliefs, as revisiting the past, became a painful deed — and as I prepared to leave, I uttered one wish on the seventeenth point in the sky.
Lord please grant me strength, the way you have given my friend strenght.
2.
The night deepen, while the sea tide sang its own song of breathing. Some time passed, and then on the stranger showed himself approaching at the distance. I waved my hand at him, and after the instant, he found his way into my bench while I welcomed him with an extended fist which he casually bumped - after the short acknowledgement the dark alien looked at my face in between it's cover of dark, and looking at it undiscernable in its true features, with suspicion asked.
— What is it that you want?
I acknowledged him as a friend, then mentioned my brief research, as I had come to know him as man looking for a job, yet nobody would hire for things mundane due to his appearance. I listened closely to the news, and came to understand that this was a man looking for a second chance.Then I saw the intent behind his doing, and two words came to stick to my own thoughts. The first one was <
In analytical psychology I figured this man was the ESFP —the personality archetype related to the performer and the entertainer—, possessed in an abnormal way by the spirit by which a person submits to it's contrary nature, seeking to integrate and find fulfillment through the chase of what's perceived absent. If he was the ESFP then doing the flip by following the radial axis of each Jungian function in the stack towards their opposite resulted in the INTJ. The mastermind. The architect. The genius yet awfully complex individual. That was the elusive spirit he was chasing.
But a spirit and a character that at its most pronounced embodiment in a person, would experience life as an eternal foreigner hiding from the light of other men. Such made sense to me, for I myself was the INTJ, and had at spirit the ESFP. Him. So where as this man chased the spiritual fulfillment of being a complex and deep individual, I chased the fulfillment of becoming simpler, so I could demonstrate with action the deepest desires of my heart. One who was born plentiful in means to be liked, becomes complex, mysterious and uncomprehended, meeting one who will be seen trying to make sense becoming simpler. For Carl Jung portrayed the anima and animus of individuals, as the sense of what its absent, yet deeply cherished an valued. So I said these things to the alien, while he silently listened to me.
— All of that sounds like bullshit to me. -Said the alien after some contemplation .— Sorry but the things you say, don't mean anything to me.
And alas for I expected such response, as if one thing was true about this journey, was that explaining the journey in and of itself would become it's grimmest task. I affirmated what he just said with a slight nod of head.
— These things I say and how they relate to each other, in its excercise are similar to doing stecheometric balance with equations in the head, but simpler I'm afraid. - Then I paused, looked back into the sea, and continued. — That's high school chemistry, but I don't expect everybody to pick up on it, nor like it, nor understand it.
— Now i have called you a friend, and where I came from we dub with this title the people we share destiny with. As far as I'm concerned, we are chasing the same thing, which is the hardest posible thing. We both innately understand that we are not home, as we want our spirit to return to us, and that's not what a lot of people ever honestly try to attempt in a lifetime; as such is anyone's call to feel complete.
— And very few people ever reach true individuality, beyond the name they are imposed at birth.
Then I looked into the black alien, and in-between his foreign facial features, I interpreted something familiar. Disturbance. And I continued.
— We have given ourselves hell as we lived chasing something hard, so we can avoid the same hell later on when we are finally back to our own house. This is a christian precept, altought a rundimentary one. Does that makes sense to you?
And after listening such, the black alien calmly looked at the veil in my face in silence. Trying to discern what my face actually looked like, but the night was dark. Then turned his stare back to the reflection of the moon over the waters, giving some thought to what I just said. I opened up my backpack, and drawed two cans of beer from it. Offered one to him, and he silently refused with a gesture of hand. I popped my can and gave it a sip, while I myself stared at the tides coming in and out of the shore.
— If you wan't a tattoo, we can work that out. But this sounds annoyingly familiar, and my interest is not religious. Are you religious?
I nodded in affirmation, and complemented saying. — But my doctrine is something nobody has heard nor seen. For its aim, is doing as Christ said, in perfect means. Yet its true that the teaching fits you, as it's the teaching of the future man; and there's nothing in common between the current man and the future man, as they may very well be different species. This is the precept of evolution.
The alien seemed surprised.
— These two men don't know each other, for the current man doesn't know where the future man comes from, for he himself doesn't know where he is going. Yet in deep realization of your own artistic concept, I think you might want new ideas to meet with your appearance. So tell me, are you curious about what truly happens to a man after he dies? Do you want to learn how to read someone's mind? Do you want to blast with words of fire the hearts of an amazed crowd?
But the black alien broke his calm contemplation of what I was saying, and slighty disturbed, aggressively rebuked after hearing such.
— But you mentioned 'Christ', so you must be christian. How can a christian even say anything interesting in this current time? Last time I asked, their sayings were dreaded by restriction - so why would anyone condemn themselves to a life of bore? Are you a christian?
And I nodded after the question, in silence. Admittedly, for I knew what the problem was with being what I was, and my new companion was bang on identifying it. Made a pause, then raised my sight to where it met with the sky and the stars in it, and I said back to him.
— I am, but not one of a type you have ever seen, for the Christ that comes, is a Christ of art.
2.
The riptide sang, in its secret dialect of earth and sea. I looked upon the coast, turned an eye blind, and saw the ocean as the scorpio, and the land as the taurus; as it was the struggle between two lovers, never meant to consume each other. Ideal love then - yet not to confuse with this partnership as it was whimsilcally tied by the means in which i arranged my current conversation; for my lady somewhere waited for me. Then i allowed my eyes to rest still.
The alien looked upon me, undiscernable in my intentions, and again figured for himself that my interest towards him wasn’t clear. In suspicion, and after the moment he collected his thoughts asked “In your weird words you dubbed me performer, so what is it exactly that you wan’t from me. To me it seems like you are gathering people for some form of religious clown show. When you forced this meeting upon me, was this a proposal you thought i would find amusement in?”. And after the statement my own stare wandered in my conversation partner. While as he had his say, i returned to my can of beer, and finished it with a long gulp. Tempered in an unwillingness to fall to my new found friend irritation, i said within my own thoughts: “The alien looks easy going, but he is barbed in wit”.
Then i opened the can of beer that the stranger rejected; the loud pop resounded in the relative silence, interrupting for a moment the steady chorus of the sea. Gave it a long sip, and said.
– Theres no proposal in place yet. But im certain of something, and that is that both of us are messed individuals which reached the bottom doing the same thing - but the way my understandment of the human soul goes: two people can act by mere interaction as reactives to each other, creating a new chemical compound after the fact.
– This new psychology is very much like chemistry. But it is not my intention to draw you into something, but to pull myself out of this «something» by doing right on another person and maybe that person reflecting the good back on me. I just need a conversation partner, thats all. And i will do this with you, and with many people more. Presidents included.
The alien reflected on it, and after the hiatus of a long standing position of suspicion he finally gave in, and eased up with a slight smile. A strange smile of relief. But the smile, was all too familiar for me, as i realized the man was a tortured individual: a person in long standing pain. I smiled back the way he did, and continued.
– Our pain has a common name, and is a name that can be written with words unfortunately. It’s the devilish mother of all spiritual ills and its foundation, rests at the concept of a past that wasnt solved. It’s called «inadequeacy», and for people like you and me, understanding one day that such inadecuacy had to be solved by our own means, lead us into an act where our name changed as the changes in our cover up act to solve our inadequacy did.
– We never honored the past or the present in our pursuit, as we desired in passion to find solution to the present, by matching it into the idealization of some future without ever realizing that the old or present essence of ones being would be crushed into non existance by said future.
– Then we found the realization of that new name, only to understand that its demands became a tyranny on the other faces of our soul: as our soul is not something that can be undestood in unity, but something that conceives in the beginning in multiple things which try to give shape to one thing. Theres many people in a village, and our minds, are no exception.
— But happiness is only achieved by those who have their soul entire - or those who are the same person regardless of the context and scenario. And we gave to much to somebody that wasn't us, as our spirit took possession and lead us down.
– This is this the essence by which someone goes to hell, only to do one thing over again, getting an ever lasting pain for all the things that were given up chasing that which was absent. The more someone is forced into being shaped by the thing that was concevied in lust, the more the individual misses the place they used to call home, for that is no longer within ones reach. Does this makes sense to you?
The alien left me with no answer, and as he contemplated the sea, a tear travelled through his strange face.
– In this state of anguish, affliction rarely ever feels company, as the very individual condition that was pursued, became a full suit and persona to be forced upon and wear. Hell, is one lonely place man because we only learn to speak a language, that only makes sense to ourselves. But i think we can find a way out of it. This is why I'm here.
“Look, what you’ve done, it’s not something i can see the way you can see my own doing on me.” The alien replied. “Besides the way in which i canno’t see your face in this night, you seem ordinary — but what you talk and the way you say it, evokes in every word regret. What is it that you’ve done that has you regret like this?”
As the alien finished speaking, I emptied the can of beer, layed my eyes on the irregular grooves that my feet had left on the sand, and then replied back to him, after making a recap of the story i had repeatedly told myself after falling down.
“My story, is the fairy tale of a guy who makes way for the new coming of a new man; a better man for the world, while he casts disarray upon the earth: much to his dismay, at the expense of his own soul as the people who become victims of disasters, were ones who this man deemed unfair; cruel, evil, despicable in past. That was at the beginning."
"Theres a pile of corpses behind that character — even in covid time, people as close as the local priest of the small town he lived in, would break their neck after falling in the shower, as he had the slightest suspicion of their secret deeds. All clean deads for that matter. Untraceable to nothing but sheer randomness. Magic as it seeems. But were this folk truly evil people or even guilty of anything? You may ask - the man never knew it for sure, as he never had faculties such as godly omniscience to actually know it; which has taken a toll on him, as the burden of justice is an unberable one for anything but a god."
"Which leads to another point: spontaneously picturing random numbers in the head, associating them with psychological compounds by angular momentum, and actually being bang on the suspicion. Truth friend, in its stochastic presentation: it's unberable.”
“Consequential of such attempts to rationalize his own story in the eyes of people such as close family, my dude became clinically diagnosed with referenced thinking. Which are fancy words for schizophrenia. Nobody believed the story as it was uttered."
"Yet the consequences are there for everyone to see, altought not visible in their cause and effect by anybody but this guy, which lead him first into regret over ever starting his quest as a reformer; and then repent.”
“Now before he realized of this lets call it «curse», he preached for years over the internet as the disasters started to slowly creep up. He preached in a fashion parallel to Niestzches Zarathustra; Zarathustra meaning a famous philosophical device artificied by the philosopher Niestzche, who’s aim was to portray the best posible man, as something he dubbed the <<Übermensch>> ”.
“Such concept being the seemingly more elegant brand of a humanist ideal for a not so distant future: today - albeit a wrong one, for this guy was not dyonisian himself. The backbone of his framework, is analytical psycholgy becoming a chariot for a true understandment of human nature: and ultimately a facilitator for love within light: not within ignorance; not within darkness. Most philosophers today though would mock anything analytical in it's aim."
"Then on the guy preached and dwelved further into the relative hole of his own doctrine: and became imprisoned by what he didn’t got right at first attempt, making him in the process the character that Nietzsche from the comfort of his own writers seat, never attempted to actually embody within realistic means: eventually figuring out within himself the ultimate Nietzschean aristocrat: a magic pen granted by being capetian by mother: from judah by father."
"But Alas, you have no idea how common suicide is within philosophers after they finish their best work. As language, becomes the ultimate barrier for understandment, and then to ones capacity to feel love. Difference — true saliency in ones individual destiny— leads to the gravest posible pain. Ironic isn’t it?”
“Besides technical work with a new form of psychology inspired by analytical chemistry, as that drawed from his efforts during the light of day, five years ago, once he felt the urge to try to reach out to the world from a position of what he deemed was greater understandment: he primitively preached during night his new set of ideas for people to behave beyond the limitations of manipulative psychology, albeit a harsh doctrine meant to clear the way for a better product: Christ himself."
"This is not a doctrine a human being can actually perform, as such its christianity at its highest capacity to bear fruit. It’s an impossible doctrine, yet solves the oldest problem posed in the bible. All which sounds very sci-fi bullshit-y but actual problems started for the protagonist in this tale, when the preaching matched with terrible consequences. Not figurative, but within tangible reality.”
“So just as we talk, theres a small legion of hackers pretending to be doing internet social experiments while talking in an artsy matter: much in my own style, entertaining the exact same concepts - a legion of dangerous monkeys, i have no control over."
"One of the many unexpected consequences being this, yet prompted by something evil; ancient: essentially replicating what my protagonist developed and then preached over the years, while these "hacktivists" lay their attention on things and people, as they select them and enforce upon them strict surveillance, to behave properly. Then to destroy them, as they did in 2020 with many corporations and institutions.A bizarre combination of theater actors to my own liking, and then cyber-security demigods: omniscient in their claims to surveill, and they are - derivative such of another device of what I've done; which is to build a theater so people can make-believe that they are infact performing within themselves something greater - but that's matter for another story."
“Most of the corpses piling up flat out dead, have no relation to him whatsoever; they became victims as my protagonist took measures to fight back the monster he found at the foundation of the known world. This is not an elaborate analogy for one's own unseen capacity for evil, as i mean this: a monster as literally as it can be. For these things friend, im doomed as in true strenght, i have nothing but the pen i use to write down what i think albeit always at danger of it’s eventual inversion. I have no real friends left. Not one who can understand, or help bear the pain: as friendship and love are all gated by understandment."
"The full story has many more vertients, but i think i’ve done it enough justice. This is the predicament of an insane man chased by his own shadow as he builds a better man: one who delivers heavenly things, and then a shadow stringed to deliver tyranny as the very strings behind him make the better man stumble while he tries to keep a grasp of his own spirit, and then of his own soul."
"That monster behind, is wicked smart — and cannot be outwitted nor overpowered but anything but divine smite."
“I’m heading now to a new country, to try to get friends from the only institution in the world who knows and adresses the current times being, and who by extension, might believe me. And to clarify, these being the end of times; but not the end of the world. Yet now i myself have a damocles sword pending over my own head, and i need to do something about it before it falls.”
And as i said these things, i reached out to my backpack drawing a third can of beer from it — besides my own super laptop, thats what my backpack had: an infinite supply of beer. Corona, Indio, Victoria, Dos Equis, Heineken; you name it. I popped the can, and gave it a long and definite sip as i emptied it complete.
The alien didn't try to show that he understood, but stood still in silence, with his sight in the sand below and pressing lips, knowing by my demeanor; that these things as I've said them was something that I needed to do. Then he said: "I don't follow man. You say you preach and then disasters occur. Like a prophet from the bible?"
"Yes. Then I preached to get rid of the things that are actually making the world worse, and something awoke soon after, and since then; everything I do is subject to being misinterpreted due to the diffamatory action of this thing. Now everytime I do something, it can be twisted and turned against my original intent. Right now the hackers are my worst problem: I may have a degree in computers but I have no fucking idea whatsoever of hacking. I earn my living as an A.I engineer.".
The alien raised his sight to meet with mine, and after doing some contemplation on the fact, quite simply said: "You are insane". Then lowered his own sight, and raised it again to meet with the sea and continued. "If you want a tattoo, we can work that out. But either way and whatever parts of your story are true and even worse; the ones you may be lying about: you sound dangerous in a delusional kind of sense, and my life is hard enough as is."
I pressed my fists, knowing then the old same thing had happened again. For I had never forced anything upon anybody, and I was willing to respect that until the bitter end. Then I released the build up of frustration with a loud sigh, and after this amend, I replied back.
"I understand and respect it. But let me just propose you that if you ever want to figure what is beyond life as it's lived by person who has never seen what is like to be someone you write a great story about; you can pin me, and I'll show you what's beyond that door. Give it some thought."
The alien; The Black Alien Project stayed there sitting, spechless but calm, almost expecting something else to be convinced about. But pointless, for i knew that nobody can be forced into anything without bringing a transgression into play – and i wasn’t one to taint myself in sin if it could be avoided. Not anymore.
3.
I made the distance at steady pace walking along the shore, until i found a small group of pines in-between the liminal space of the beach and the land. I sat with one of the pines trunk behind my back, and drawed the Schizo Pills from my eternal supply of traveller goodies.
Quetiapine 100 mg, and Olanzapine 10 mg, i made a smaller fragment from the olanzapine pill, and swallowed both complete. As their side effects were concerned, they would soon knock me out of conscience, as this little ritual was my own way of calling the day complete – then i layed there, vigilant, waiting for my own drowsiness to claim me into sleep - but the Bird of Britan came flying from above, and stood besides me.
\Chirp, Chirp, Chirp**
I watched the bird, annoyed, as its presence had become an omen for contempt. For me and the death people of my past. I frowned upon the little shit, and said nothing. The bird made a little nod, while tilting its head in excentricity the way birds do, and replied. — Hey Andrew!, do you remember when you tried to penetrate your own computer to make a universe grow inside of it? I just wan’t to know something: did your computer moan? Did it finally learnt how to scream your name?
\Chirp Chirp**
Ignoring the bird, i closed my eyes and stayed like that for a long moment, hoping to make the bird think i was asleep. Maybe that would make him leave.
— Can’t bullshit me like that Sweetheart. So please tell me something; why don’t you command one of your supermodels; these muses, to come here and warm the bed for you. It's a cold night and you seem lonely brah
. \Chirp Chirp**
I opened my eyes, and irritated, pointed menacingly at the bird turning my left hand into an imaginary gun. I had already failed at something today, and wasn’t convinced i needed the memory of the things i failed at before. Not now.
- Hol’ up cowboy ! you wan’t to bang my bird ass when you should be banging a bitch ass. What happened with Tyrone huckleberry? Did you managed to make him as impotent as you are right now? —I held steady my hand; and tired, the tempation to pull again the trigger on the bird was growing larger. I saw red roses in my own sight, making a terrible omen for a migraine forthcoming. Said nothing.
Said nothing.
- Alright cowboy, i will give meaning to that revelations verse. What was it? Ah yes. Revelations 9:6. Every single person with an internet history will be as paranoid as you were in 2020. Everyone will be diffamated into acts of political terrorism! Aren’t you am-
"No longer care for love unless it's between good friends”. Said to myself. There was certainly a migraine coming, but maybe my dreams would help convince it otherwise. And as far as the hoes were concerned, Furious Angels would be there for them. Like the Rob Dougan song.
4.
Found my own mind after the slumber – asleep, then awake. I realized several hours passed - at least enough to wake up and witness the sun rise above the sea. But as for dreams, the light veil of their memories wasn't something to rely upon. But i did remember something, and it was some overtone in dread; an atmosphere of fear – and a kind of dread sustained in it’s inevitability by the urgency that builds upon dearth.
Now what exactly was it though? I couldn’t remember from my dreams, but ever since i falled to my own death i had always present in mind the future succesion of events that would follow when things started to go very wrong. Iran, the U.S, Israel - now whatever was it in the news; the outcome would be the same. A thousand more cuts to an already languishing economy. Make that corpse bleed, and then fall off a cliff.
As such things would be cooked, just as the bird of britain. The bird was still there though: just in pieces and roasted like the contents of a dropped KFC bucket would. But the little shit would return - as it always did. The economy? Not so much.
Yet i digress. None of the world circumstances mattered as far i was concerned – i had built a small and portable solar system to power my laptop, and my beer supply was well, infinite - i made myself sure that i had my needs covered whatever happened around me. Not tied to even a house for that matter. I incorporated myself and gave my back a stretch. The morning breeze coming from the sea evocated in my memories some time that had long passed – late childhood. I rejected those memories as they beared with them things i didnt wan’t to remember - then wen’t on as usual in my morning routine scrolling through my instagram feed, figuring if there were any new hoes to maybe motivate me into doing my God imposed labour.
Labour which was to either write, or to finish the House of Water — then after scrolling i did in fact saw a new hoe; i dropped a Faux Pas comment. Maybe she would play along, maybe not. Whatever. Sometimes I would put in a lot of effort to do a rhyme. But the effort depended on the insta-hoe in question. I know. Not the best of habits, but back in elementary school i was the kind of kid that would only get motivation when the girls in the classroom were present in physEd. And then i would run faster: whole lotta faster. Run Forrest! Run! Women love used to fuel me; and the habit sticked — and at the moment, i was kinda done with the idea of female trascendence. Would rely on their love, but not on their validation. Not like a simp. Fuck that.
Furthermore, what results did i demonstrably mustered after pursuing true egalitarianism and sharing it? Exactly. A bitch gonna do what a bitch gonna do, and so does the human female. After publishing the comment, I locked my phone and walked towards the highway, as i was planning to pay a visit to somebody long forgotten - I had kind of a schedule that i was going to follow, before taking the plane to Madrid and become hispanic Jon Snow from the walgreens Nightwatch.
2024.05.15 22:35 MuppetsAbound Need advice on a situation
Good day everyone, I’m in a bit of a situation and I really need some advice. For reference I’m almost 28, female, and a first year Intervention Specialist.
This year has been hard for me, I suck at IEPs, my wonderful mentor teacher isn’t a SpEd teacher, and I was too stupid to look up all the requirements I need to meet to get an unrestricted license.
Not to mention my heart is just not in this. I enjoy working with (some) of the kids (12-14 yrs old), but this career path is one my mother chose for me. (Long story there, basically mom decided that I didn’t know what to do with my life and forced me into the family tradition)
The school I’m currently working at has terminated me, but some collaboration with my coworkers convinced admin to let me submit a resignation letter. My mom does not know this yet, I admit I’m kinda scared to tell her.
Also, yes I still live with my parents, rent is expensive. No I’m in no position to actually move out so please don’t suggest that as it is not an option.
I don’t want to have to take more grating education classes at the local college just to be able to extend my resident educator license. I want to switch to a warehouse/stocking style job so I can focus on saving up more money and gearing up towards going back to college to get a degree in zookeeping and working with animals as is my passion.
I’m ADHD (and probably a few other things) and I don’t have enough spoons to do all the work needed for education WHILE working towards my true end goal. I don’t think my mom understands this as she is fixated on me getting an unrestricted license. She’s convinced I’m gonna spend hundreds of dollars throughout my life on my license, college classes, and PD while working with animals and not teaching in a school again. She says it’s gonna be useful but the thought of that makes me want to cry.
I’m so twisted up about this, I’m a horrendous people pleaser and am notorious for bending to the will of my mother instead of standing up for myself (My mom is super strong willed too which does not help)
I’m already dedicated to leaving teaching, that’s not the dilemma, it’s how do I tell my mom I’m not going to do anything more with teaching, period, full stop, and I am going to switch my attention towards my own, chosen future.
Any help is appreciated, I’ve thought way too hard on this and have no clue what way to go.
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This year has been hard for me, I suck at IEPs, my wonderful mentor teacher isn’t a SpEd teacher, and I was too stupid to look up all the requirements I need to meet to get an unrestricted license.
Not to mention my heart is just not in this. I enjoy working with (some) of the kids (12-14 yrs old), but this career path is one my mother chose for me. (Long story there, basically mom decided that I didn’t know what to do with my life and forced me into the family tradition)
The school I’m currently working at has terminated me, but some collaboration with my coworkers convinced admin to let me submit a resignation letter. My mom does not know this yet, I admit I’m kinda scared to tell her.
Also, yes I still live with my parents, rent is expensive. No I’m in no position to actually move out so please don’t suggest that as it is not an option.
I don’t want to have to take more grating education classes at the local college just to be able to extend my resident educator license. I want to switch to a warehouse/stocking style job so I can focus on saving up more money and gearing up towards going back to college to get a degree in zookeeping and working with animals as is my passion.
I’m ADHD (and probably a few other things) and I don’t have enough spoons to do all the work needed for education WHILE working towards my true end goal. I don’t think my mom understands this as she is fixated on me getting an unrestricted license. She’s convinced I’m gonna spend hundreds of dollars throughout my life on my license, college classes, and PD while working with animals and not teaching in a school again. She says it’s gonna be useful but the thought of that makes me want to cry.
I’m so twisted up about this, I’m a horrendous people pleaser and am notorious for bending to the will of my mother instead of standing up for myself (My mom is super strong willed too which does not help)
I’m already dedicated to leaving teaching, that’s not the dilemma, it’s how do I tell my mom I’m not going to do anything more with teaching, period, full stop, and I am going to switch my attention towards my own, chosen future.
Any help is appreciated, I’ve thought way too hard on this and have no clue what way to go.
2024.05.15 22:32 HillbillyEulogy Vintage Analog On A Budget: My DBX 900 Series Project.
TL;DR: DBX used to have their own version of the 500 series. If you're willing to put in some work, you can get some pretty badass old school analog vibes happening. Read on for the rest.
Okay, so the 1970's had a three-way format war going between API's 500 Series, DBX's 900 Series, and Valley People's TR Series. All based on the same principle.
There are two reasons I wanted to build up a DBX900 rack specifically. One is for their 903 compressor module. More specifically, the harder-to-find original "silver side" ones. See that bronze loaf in the lower center? That's a DBX202C VCA. DBX later switched to using integrated circuits starting with the THAT2150 'chip'. That chip looks better on paper than the 202 - but my ears have always have had a soft spot for the DBX165 and the SSL E-Series bus compressor, both of which have the 202 as the gain control element.
The other reason? The Aphex Dominator. Aphex jumped in on the 900 series with their own 'overbuilt' version, the 9000. They had the Compellor, Expressor, the Dominator, etc. - all compact "cut down" versions of their full 1RU-sized big brothers. The Dominator was popular with AM/FM radio stations in the 1980's - it's a multiband compressor that can be quite transparent when used properly, or downright rude if you push it harder. It's like OTT, analog edition.
Okay, so I found a decent condition rack for $99 including shipping. Not exactly showroom condition, there was a ton of adhesive residue on the back. But whatever - this thing is almost as old as I am (and I am OLD). Grand total on four of the 903 compressor cards? $525 incl. shipping. The Dominators I was able to get at $137.50/ea. - all in solid working condition but in need of a recap and calibration.
Here's the less fun part - hooking it up. In the 1970's, it wasn't a given to see an XLR or TRS connection on the back of a piece of studio equipment. You'd often find these long barrier strip terminals that you had to attach via "spade" or "shovel" connectors. Literally just crimped in place on the end of bare wire. So I needed to create two DB25 to spade connector snakes to plug this directly into my interface (eight modules, eight channels, makes sense, right?)
Luckily, I live up the street from Dale Pro Audio in Jamaica, Queens. This place is nerd heaven. My sales guy punches in a few keys and says, "oh, we have a b-stock return on a Hosa db25 to db25 snake. You can have it for ten bucks.". That plus the connectors and I was out of there for under $30.
But trimming 48 individual wires (26AWG is like eight strands of copper, you have to be really careful removing the shielding), 48 times gingerly placing the wire on the connector and busting out the ol' ratchet crimp tool - it gets repetitive. And seriously, Hosa? Why do you have your own secret color code? There are no numbers on the 8 individual strands in those snakes.
Anyways, I finally get the first four modules loaded in and the 900 rack into my interface A little clickety, a little clackety, and they were in my plug-ins folder.
Here's a quick and dirty demo. The music's literally just two loops I slapped up on the screen And as I said before, these need a serious going over, new caps, and some serious calibration. But they are great 'compression as an effect' compressors.
Why am I sharing? Because I get DM's from peeps on this sub a lot about wanting recommendations for a piece or two of 'real' analog hardware. By and large (but with exception), cheap and good can be something of a 'get'. But the 900 Series racks are a really good example of how to add some legit vintage gear to your setup without breaking your piggy bank.
Thanks for tuning in.
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Okay, so the 1970's had a three-way format war going between API's 500 Series, DBX's 900 Series, and Valley People's TR Series. All based on the same principle.
There are two reasons I wanted to build up a DBX900 rack specifically. One is for their 903 compressor module. More specifically, the harder-to-find original "silver side" ones. See that bronze loaf in the lower center? That's a DBX202C VCA. DBX later switched to using integrated circuits starting with the THAT2150 'chip'. That chip looks better on paper than the 202 - but my ears have always have had a soft spot for the DBX165 and the SSL E-Series bus compressor, both of which have the 202 as the gain control element.
The other reason? The Aphex Dominator. Aphex jumped in on the 900 series with their own 'overbuilt' version, the 9000. They had the Compellor, Expressor, the Dominator, etc. - all compact "cut down" versions of their full 1RU-sized big brothers. The Dominator was popular with AM/FM radio stations in the 1980's - it's a multiband compressor that can be quite transparent when used properly, or downright rude if you push it harder. It's like OTT, analog edition.
Okay, so I found a decent condition rack for $99 including shipping. Not exactly showroom condition, there was a ton of adhesive residue on the back. But whatever - this thing is almost as old as I am (and I am OLD). Grand total on four of the 903 compressor cards? $525 incl. shipping. The Dominators I was able to get at $137.50/ea. - all in solid working condition but in need of a recap and calibration.
Here's the less fun part - hooking it up. In the 1970's, it wasn't a given to see an XLR or TRS connection on the back of a piece of studio equipment. You'd often find these long barrier strip terminals that you had to attach via "spade" or "shovel" connectors. Literally just crimped in place on the end of bare wire. So I needed to create two DB25 to spade connector snakes to plug this directly into my interface (eight modules, eight channels, makes sense, right?)
Luckily, I live up the street from Dale Pro Audio in Jamaica, Queens. This place is nerd heaven. My sales guy punches in a few keys and says, "oh, we have a b-stock return on a Hosa db25 to db25 snake. You can have it for ten bucks.". That plus the connectors and I was out of there for under $30.
But trimming 48 individual wires (26AWG is like eight strands of copper, you have to be really careful removing the shielding), 48 times gingerly placing the wire on the connector and busting out the ol' ratchet crimp tool - it gets repetitive. And seriously, Hosa? Why do you have your own secret color code? There are no numbers on the 8 individual strands in those snakes.
Anyways, I finally get the first four modules loaded in and the 900 rack into my interface A little clickety, a little clackety, and they were in my plug-ins folder.
Here's a quick and dirty demo. The music's literally just two loops I slapped up on the screen And as I said before, these need a serious going over, new caps, and some serious calibration. But they are great 'compression as an effect' compressors.
Why am I sharing? Because I get DM's from peeps on this sub a lot about wanting recommendations for a piece or two of 'real' analog hardware. By and large (but with exception), cheap and good can be something of a 'get'. But the 900 Series racks are a really good example of how to add some legit vintage gear to your setup without breaking your piggy bank.
Thanks for tuning in.
2024.05.15 22:13 rreallyspicyramen Need Help with Contract Case
I’m from Ontario and I signed to do business with this company, and it was to be a franchisee and run a window cleaning business. To do this business, I had to pay $1500 + tax to the franchisor to start. Prior to signing I asked whether I would need to use ladders, which I was told multiple times that I wouldn’t need to and I was led to believe that the scope of services were only window cleaning… Turns out, after signing, they told me that “ladders are unavoidable” and that they also do gutter and siding cleaning. I never would have signed or paid if I knew beforehand that I would need to use ladders or do other services. The contract also clearly states that “no personnels are permitted to use ladders” and among the lines of how the scope of services are only for window cleaning.
After constantly being told that I would have to use ladders, I decided to leave as I did not want to at all. Finally, on the leaving call, they tried to get me to stay saying that I can hire other people to use ladders and that i can clean gutters and sidings without ladders (lies). I knew even if I hired people to use ladders, the contract still states that no one is permitted and that gutters were not something I initially agreed on.
After leaving, I demanded the initial $1500 + tax and a fee of $60 + tax (to register the business) back as Company A breached my contract and deceived me..They also tried charging me $175 + tax for 7 Facebook customers that were interested in a free consultation… So I demanded for that fee to be cancelled to due to their breach.
After 2 weeks of my demand being sent, they demanded ME to pay them an extra $1500 + tax for “liquidated damages” in response to my initial demand (this was in the contract that they could), yet when I asked for an itemized bill, they refused. I also have another friend who left at the same time and they did not file them for “liquidated damages”. This just seems like a penality and retaliatory action against my initial demand. Keep in mind, the contract also states that any jobs i have sold will be taken back for them to deal with and I would get no compensation for it.. so really they could’ve made money from me leaving.
I now want to bring this matter to small claims and I was wondering if I would have good grounds to argue for this?
Note: - The contract was signed on Nov 30th and the old one said that if I resigned before May 1st, liquidated damages were not enforceable. However, after making me register officially for the business on Feb 11th, they made me sign a revised contract a few days and the only section that changed were regarding termination by choice and that liquidated damages can be applied at any given time. I left on April 17th… - In an email in response to my demands, they basically admitted to telling me to use ladders, but that letter is under No Prejudice Save As to Cost so I’m wondering if there is any way I can use it against them? - They claimed that because of a severability clause, even if they breached, I would still have to pay? But I’m not sure if this can apply to such a fundamental breach. - They also told me to quit my job to do this and I (stupidly) did. - This company went (WITHOUT PERMISSION) into university classes to present their business to vulnerable students like me and encourage them to sign up…
Thanks!
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After constantly being told that I would have to use ladders, I decided to leave as I did not want to at all. Finally, on the leaving call, they tried to get me to stay saying that I can hire other people to use ladders and that i can clean gutters and sidings without ladders (lies). I knew even if I hired people to use ladders, the contract still states that no one is permitted and that gutters were not something I initially agreed on.
After leaving, I demanded the initial $1500 + tax and a fee of $60 + tax (to register the business) back as Company A breached my contract and deceived me..They also tried charging me $175 + tax for 7 Facebook customers that were interested in a free consultation… So I demanded for that fee to be cancelled to due to their breach.
After 2 weeks of my demand being sent, they demanded ME to pay them an extra $1500 + tax for “liquidated damages” in response to my initial demand (this was in the contract that they could), yet when I asked for an itemized bill, they refused. I also have another friend who left at the same time and they did not file them for “liquidated damages”. This just seems like a penality and retaliatory action against my initial demand. Keep in mind, the contract also states that any jobs i have sold will be taken back for them to deal with and I would get no compensation for it.. so really they could’ve made money from me leaving.
I now want to bring this matter to small claims and I was wondering if I would have good grounds to argue for this?
Note: - The contract was signed on Nov 30th and the old one said that if I resigned before May 1st, liquidated damages were not enforceable. However, after making me register officially for the business on Feb 11th, they made me sign a revised contract a few days and the only section that changed were regarding termination by choice and that liquidated damages can be applied at any given time. I left on April 17th… - In an email in response to my demands, they basically admitted to telling me to use ladders, but that letter is under No Prejudice Save As to Cost so I’m wondering if there is any way I can use it against them? - They claimed that because of a severability clause, even if they breached, I would still have to pay? But I’m not sure if this can apply to such a fundamental breach. - They also told me to quit my job to do this and I (stupidly) did. - This company went (WITHOUT PERMISSION) into university classes to present their business to vulnerable students like me and encourage them to sign up…
Thanks!
2024.05.15 21:40 Aynirg [WTS] Russian Empire coins set 1535-1916, 23 copper and 10 silver wire
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I want to offer this Russian Empire coins set 1535-1916.
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I want to offer this Russian Empire coins set 1535-1916.
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Today price is $33 (shipped), payment with Crypto (preferred) or PPFF (no PPGS, plz).Shipping is from Russia, last time it took 17-52 days for the letter to reach a destination in USA. If you have any questions, feel free to ask! ]
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2024.05.15 21:37 ExcuseOk1219 Diffamazione online? Invito a negiziazione assistita.
Salve, avrei bisogno di qualche parere.
La faccio breve. Un mio parente ha risposto ad un post di una "influencer" (ragazza che usa onlyfans per divulgare materiale hot) su Threads, con un meme che sostanzialmente le da della "donna da marciapiede", usando un termine ovviamente più colorito.
Di tutti i commenti sotto quel posto, la quasi totalità esprime la stessa opinione (parliamo di piu di 2k commenti).
Arriva una lettera da un avvocato, che richiede un risarcimento di 5000€ (cifra a cui è arrivato con le Tabelle di Milano (?)) ed invita ad una negoziazione assistita.
Prosegue dicendo che, in assenza di riscontro entro 30 giorni, l'influencer potrebbe adire a vie legali per far valere i suoi diritti.
Ora, so che la lettera di un avvocato non è una querela. E, correggetemi se sbaglio, per querelare, in caso di diffamazione, si ha un termine di 90 giorni. Il commento è stato scritto nel mese di Dicembre 2023. E' possibile quindi escludere un processo penale?
Per quanto riguarda il risarcimento danni, la lettera afferma che il periodo di prescrizione è di 5 anni.
Che fare? E' possibile che gli avvocati abbiamo inviato lettere a raffica per ottenere più risarcimenti possibili? In tal caso, è possibile che davvero proseguano ad avviare migliaia di processi per tutte le offese? Se non si ha la possibilità di negoziare, come ci si comporta?
Specifico che il mio parente ha già cancellato il commento e inviato una mail di scuse all'avvocato (il quale ha risposto che le scuse, sebbene apprezzate dall'influencer, in assenza di altro non sono sufficienti).
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La faccio breve. Un mio parente ha risposto ad un post di una "influencer" (ragazza che usa onlyfans per divulgare materiale hot) su Threads, con un meme che sostanzialmente le da della "donna da marciapiede", usando un termine ovviamente più colorito.
Di tutti i commenti sotto quel posto, la quasi totalità esprime la stessa opinione (parliamo di piu di 2k commenti).
Arriva una lettera da un avvocato, che richiede un risarcimento di 5000€ (cifra a cui è arrivato con le Tabelle di Milano (?)) ed invita ad una negoziazione assistita.
Prosegue dicendo che, in assenza di riscontro entro 30 giorni, l'influencer potrebbe adire a vie legali per far valere i suoi diritti.
Ora, so che la lettera di un avvocato non è una querela. E, correggetemi se sbaglio, per querelare, in caso di diffamazione, si ha un termine di 90 giorni. Il commento è stato scritto nel mese di Dicembre 2023. E' possibile quindi escludere un processo penale?
Per quanto riguarda il risarcimento danni, la lettera afferma che il periodo di prescrizione è di 5 anni.
Che fare? E' possibile che gli avvocati abbiamo inviato lettere a raffica per ottenere più risarcimenti possibili? In tal caso, è possibile che davvero proseguano ad avviare migliaia di processi per tutte le offese? Se non si ha la possibilità di negoziare, come ci si comporta?
Specifico che il mio parente ha già cancellato il commento e inviato una mail di scuse all'avvocato (il quale ha risposto che le scuse, sebbene apprezzate dall'influencer, in assenza di altro non sono sufficienti).
2024.05.15 20:48 OWHAIAJ SELLING OLD ACCOUNTS FOR ROBUX
i got terminated with 10k so I need to make sales to even make an avatar
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2024.05.15 20:47 OWHAIAJ SELLING OLD ACCOUNTS FOR ROBUX
i got terminated with 10k so I need to make sales to even make an avatar
I can show proof of owning accounts.
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I can show proof of owning accounts.
2024.05.15 20:45 OWHAIAJ SELLING ACCOUNTS FOR ROBUX
i got terminated with 10k so I need to make sales to even make an avatar
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2024.05.15 20:45 OWHAIAJ SELLING ACCOUNTS FOR ROBUX
i got terminated with 10k so I need to make sales to even make an avatar
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2024.05.15 20:32 FourWordLongUsername A client is wanting to add a couple more jobcodes in their Sales Summary report run on the terminals. I am not able to find where the settings are to adjust this in CFC. Has anyone had experience adjusting this before?
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2024.05.15 20:24 TheLotStore Top Tips for Searching for Homes for Sale Near Me with Land
 | Top Tips for Searching for Homes for Sale Near Me with Land submitted by TheLotStore to u/TheLotStore [link] [comments] Best Advice for Seeking Dwellings for Purchase Nearby with LandWhen in the pursuit of the perfect dwelling, numerous elements come into play. From location and dimensions to facilities and expenditure, the process of looking for a dwelling can be overwhelming. If you are in the market for a dwelling with land, the search can be even more challenging. Fortunately, with the correct methodology and some valuable advice, finding dwellings for sale in your vicinity with land can become a much simpler and more efficient process. In this piece, we will examine some of the top counsel for seeking dwellings for sale near you with land. Whether you are seeking a rural retreat, a serene suburban property, or an expansive estate, these pieces of advice will aid you in finding the perfect dwelling with the right amount of land to cater to your requirements.Be Familiar with Your Financial PlanOne of the initial and vital steps in seeking a dwelling with land is to establish your financial plan. Understanding how much you can afford will not only narrow down your search but also help you refrain from wasting time inspecting properties that are beyond your financial capability. When contemplating your financial plan, ensure to take into account not only the expenditure of the dwelling itself but also any additional expenses such as property taxes, insurance, and maintenance costs.It's also crucial to take into consideration the cost of land when searching for a dwelling with acreage. Larger land parcels generally come with a heftier price tag, so it's imperative to have a clear understanding of the amount of land you can afford.Reflect on Your Way of Life and NecessitiesPrior to commencing your search for a dwelling with land, take some time to ponder on your way of life and necessities. Are you seeking a property with enough land for farming or gardening? Do you have pets or horses that will necessitate space to roam? Or are you simply looking for a substantial backyard for outdoor activities? Comprehending your way of life and needs will aid you in narrowing down your search and finding a property that is well-suited to your predilections.In addition to contemplating your current necessities, it's also important to consider your future aspirations. If you envisage expanding your family, commencing a home-based business, or taking up a new hobby, you'll want to confirm that the property you select has enough land to accommodate these alterations.Work with a Knowledgeable Real Estate AgentFinding dwellings for sale with land is a distinctive and specialized process, hence it's paramount to collaborate with a real estate agent who comprehends the complexities of this type of property. A knowledgeable real estate agent can assist you in navigating the market, locating properties that meet your criteria, and negotiating the most favorable deal feasible.When selecting a real estate agent, be sure to opt for someone with experience in dealing with dwellings and land. Seek an agent who possesses a proven track record of success in vending properties with acreage and who possesses an in-depth understanding of zoning laws, land use regulations, and the distinctive challenges of purchasing and selling land.Utilize Online Resources and ToolsIn today's digital era, there exists a myriad of online resources and tools available to aid you in seeking dwellings for sale near you with land. Websites such as Zillow, Realtor.com, and Trulia enable you to search for properties based on precise criteria, encompassing the amount of land, location, and price range. These websites also furnish comprehensive information about each listing, such as photos, property specifics, and virtual tours.In addition to utilizing online listing platforms, contemplate utilizing satellite mapping tools such as Google Earth to gain a better understanding of the property's location, surroundings, and the arrangement of the land. These tools can provide you with an aerial perspective of the property, allowing you to evaluate its potential and ascertain if it meets your criteria before scheduling a viewing.Get Pre-Approved for a MortgagePrior to actively searching for dwellings for sale with land, it's prudent to obtain pre-approval for a mortgage. A pre-approval letter from a lender will not only furnish you with a clear understanding of how much you can afford to spend but will also demonstrate to sellers that you are a serious and qualified buyer.Obtaining pre-approval for a mortgage will also streamline the home-buying process by equipping you with a clear financial plan and aiding you in refraining from inspecting properties that are beyond your financial capability. Furthermore, holding a pre-approval letter can provide you with a competitive advantage when making an offer on a property, as sellers are more likely to regard your offer earnestly if they are aware that you have already secured financing.Consider the LocationWhen seeking a dwelling with land, the location is a critical element to consider. The proximity to amenities, schools, shopping, and employment centers should all be taken into account. If you hold specific requirements for the location, such as access to outdoor recreation, privacy, or a specific school district, ensure to prioritize these needs when evaluating properties.If you are searching for a rural property, contemplate the accessibility of the property in terms of roads and infrastructure. Additionally, deliberate on the nearby resources such as hospitals, grocery stores, and other essential services. An isolated property may offer seclusion, but it could also present challenges in terms of accessing necessities and emergency services.Be Mindful of Zoning and Land UseWhen seeking dwellings for sale with land, it's essential to be mindful of zoning and land use regulations. Diverse municipalities possess explicit regulations concerning the use of land, such as agricultural, residential, commercial, or industrial, and these can influence how you can use and develop the property.Prior to making an offer on a property, it's indispensable to research the zoning and land use regulations in the area to ascertain that the property aligns with your intended use. You may also need to account for any restrictions, building codes, or environmental regulations that could impact your plans for the land, such as constructing a barn, adding a pond, or raising livestock.Inspect the Property and LandOnce you have identified a property that conforms to your criteria, it's crucial to carry out a thorough inspection of the property and land. In addition to the standard home inspection, deliberate on enlisting the services of a land surveyor to map the boundaries, assess the topography, and identify any potential land issues such as drainage problems, easements, or encroachments.If the property encompasses acreage, contemplate having a soil test conducted to assess the quality of the soil for gardening or farming. Furthermore, if you intend to utilize the land for specific purposes such as livestock grazing, hunting, or recreational activities, it's imperative to evaluate the suitability of the land for these activities.Negotiate the Right PriceWhen it comes to purchasing a dwelling with land, negotiating the right price is imperative. The price of properties with land can fluctuate significantly depending on variables such as location, size, facilities, and the condition of the land. Therefore, it's essential to collaborate with your real estate agent to conduct a comparative market analysis and determine the fair market value of the property.When making an offer, consider the unique factors and features of the land, such as scenic views, water features, or existing infrastructure. These aspects can augment the value of the property and may be worthwhile to incorporate into your negotiations. Be prepared to engage in negotiations with the seller, and ponder on offering terms that are enticing, such as a swift closing or a larger down payment.Consider Future Development PotentialWhen seeking dwellings for sale with land, it's important to contemplate the potential for future development or expansion. Even if you do not hold immediate plans to develop the land, the potential for future growth can enhance the value of the property and furnish you with opportunities for constructing additional structures, subdividing the land, or utilizing it for different purposes.If you are contemplating the potential for future development, it's indispensable to ascertain the feasibility of your plans by researching local land use regulations, zoning requirements, and any constraints that could impact your ability to develop the land. Additionally, contemplate consulting with a land planner or architect to evaluate the potential for development and ensure that your vision for the property aligns with local regulations.Consider Environmental and Conservation FactorsWhen purchasing a dwelling with land, it's essential to contemplate the environmental and conservation factors that may affect the property. If the property encompasses natural features such as wetlands, forests, or bodies of water, you may need to navigate additional regulations and restrictions related to conservation and environmental protection.Prior to purchasing a property with environmental features, it's essential to conduct a comprehensive assessment of any potential environmental matters, such as endangered species, protected habitats, or wetland regulations. Additionally, deliberate on the potential impact of your plans for the land on the environment and collaborate with specialists, such as environmental consultants or conservation organizations, to ensure that your plans are in compliance with local regulations and responsible stewardship practices.ConclusionSeeking dwellings for sale in your vicinity with land necessitates careful consideration of a variety of factors, from financial planning and location to zoning and land use regulations. By adhering to the advice outlined in this article and seeking assistance from knowledgeable professionals, you can navigate the process of finding the perfect dwelling with land with assurance and efficiency.Whether you are seeking a charming farmhouse in the countryside, an expansive estate with panoramic views, or a secluded property surrounded by nature, allocating time to comprehend your needs and conducting thorough research will aid you in finding the ideal property to accommodate your way of life and predilections. With the correct approach, a discerning eye for detail, and the backing of experienced professionals, your search for a dwelling with land can evolve into a gratifying and successful endeavor. View our amazing property deals at TheLotStore.Com. Additional Information: https://thelotstore.com/top-tips-for-searching-for-homes-for-sale-near-me-with-land/?feed_id=10408 |
2024.05.15 19:48 highfidelity203 [FOR SALE] 2 for $25 Sale! Lights, Mae, Andrew McMahon, MCS, Prince, The Rocket Summer and more!
Two for $25 Sale includes shipping in the CONUS!
Anderson East - Maybe We Never Die (NM/NM)
Pink Splatter: https://www.discogs.com/release/19995745-Anderson-East-Maybe-We-Never-Die
Green: https://www.discogs.com/release/19996312-Anderson-East-Maybe-We-Never-Die
Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness - Tilt at the Wind No More (NM/NM, Sealed)
Hot Pink: https://www.discogs.com/release/27452076-Andrew-McMahon-In-The-Wilderness-Tilt-At-The-Wind-No-More
Neon Yellow: https://www.discogs.com/release/27131010-Andrew-McMahon-In-The-Wilderness-Tilt-At-The-Wind-No-More
Bruce Springsteen - Letter to You (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/sell/release/16104148?ev=rb
Chamberlain - Red Weather (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/16313805-Chamberlain-Red-Weather
Christina Aguilera - my Kind of Christmas (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/20915827-Christina-Aguilera-My-Kind-Of-Christmas
Dessa - Bury the Lede (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/28419022-Dessa-Bury-The-Lede
The Format - Dog Problems (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/14748538-The-Format-Dog-Problems
Great Good Fine Ok - Great Good FIVE Ok (Signed)
https://www.discogs.com/release/23251181-Great-Good-Fine-OK-Great-Good-FIVE-OK
Great Good Fine Ok - GGFOUR
https://www.discogs.com/release/15242348-Great-Good-Fine-OK-GGFOUR
Hanson - Against the World
https://www.discogs.com/release/21657076-Hanson-Against-The-World
Jesse Ware - What's Your Pleasure?
https://www.discogs.com/release/19090951-Jessie-Ware-Whats-Your-Pleasure-The-Platinum-Pleasure-Edition
Leon Bridges - Gold-Diggers Sound (NM/NM)
White: https://www.discogs.com/release/19632103-Leon-Bridges-Gold-Diggers-Sound
Gold: https://www.discogs.com/release/19612777-Leon-Bridges-Gold-Diggers-Sound
Lights - PEP (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/24104720-LIGHTS-Pep
https://www.discogs.com/release/24255290-LIGHTS-Pep
Lizzo - Special (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/23977235-Lizzo-Special
Mae - Multisensory Aesthetic Experience (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/12950811-Mae-Multisensory-Aesthetic-Experience
Mike Mains and the Branches - When We Were in Love (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/13531294-Mike-Mains-The-Branches-When-We-Were-In-Love
MO - Motordrome (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/23561066-M%C3%98-Motordrome
Motion City Soundtrack - Go (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/3661418-Motion-City-Soundtrack-Go
Motion City Soundtrack - I Am the Movie (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/2357364-Motion-City-Soundtrack-I-Am-The-Movie
Onelinedrawing - Tenderwild (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/23707799-Onelinedrawing-Tenderwild
Pianos Become the Teeth - Drift (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/24313409-Pianos-Become-The-Teeth-Drift
Prince - The Truth (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/19029442-The-Artist-Formerly-Known-As-Prince-The-Truth
Prince - The Gold Experience (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/23511572-The-Artist-Formerly-Known-As-Prince-The-Gold-Experience
Richard Edwards - New Mood (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/22642592-Richard-Edwards-New-Mood
Richard Edwards - Quarantine Volume 1 (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/22214143-Richard-Edwards-Richard-Edwards-Sings-The-Margot-The-Nuclear-So-And-Sos-Songbook-In-Quarantine-Volum
The Rocket Summer - Shadowkasters (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/27141003-The-Rocket-Summer-Shadowkasters
Somos - Temple of Plenty (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/7644389-Somos-Temple-Of-Plenty
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Anderson East - Maybe We Never Die (NM/NM)
Pink Splatter: https://www.discogs.com/release/19995745-Anderson-East-Maybe-We-Never-Die
Green: https://www.discogs.com/release/19996312-Anderson-East-Maybe-We-Never-Die
Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness - Tilt at the Wind No More (NM/NM, Sealed)
Hot Pink: https://www.discogs.com/release/27452076-Andrew-McMahon-In-The-Wilderness-Tilt-At-The-Wind-No-More
Neon Yellow: https://www.discogs.com/release/27131010-Andrew-McMahon-In-The-Wilderness-Tilt-At-The-Wind-No-More
Bruce Springsteen - Letter to You (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/sell/release/16104148?ev=rb
Chamberlain - Red Weather (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/16313805-Chamberlain-Red-Weather
Christina Aguilera - my Kind of Christmas (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/20915827-Christina-Aguilera-My-Kind-Of-Christmas
Dessa - Bury the Lede (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/28419022-Dessa-Bury-The-Lede
Great Good Fine Ok - Great Good FIVE Ok (Signed)
https://www.discogs.com/release/23251181-Great-Good-Fine-OK-Great-Good-FIVE-OK
Great Good Fine Ok - GGFOUR
https://www.discogs.com/release/15242348-Great-Good-Fine-OK-GGFOUR
Hanson - Against the World
https://www.discogs.com/release/21657076-Hanson-Against-The-World
Jesse Ware - What's Your Pleasure?
https://www.discogs.com/release/19090951-Jessie-Ware-Whats-Your-Pleasure-The-Platinum-Pleasure-Edition
Leon Bridges - Gold-Diggers Sound (NM/NM)
White: https://www.discogs.com/release/19632103-Leon-Bridges-Gold-Diggers-Sound
Gold: https://www.discogs.com/release/19612777-Leon-Bridges-Gold-Diggers-Sound
Lights - PEP (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/24104720-LIGHTS-Pep
https://www.discogs.com/release/24255290-LIGHTS-Pep
Lizzo - Special (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/23977235-Lizzo-Special
Mike Mains and the Branches - When We Were in Love (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/13531294-Mike-Mains-The-Branches-When-We-Were-In-Love
MO - Motordrome (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/23561066-M%C3%98-Motordrome
Motion City Soundtrack - Go (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/3661418-Motion-City-Soundtrack-Go
Motion City Soundtrack - I Am the Movie (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/2357364-Motion-City-Soundtrack-I-Am-The-Movie
Onelinedrawing - Tenderwild (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/23707799-Onelinedrawing-Tenderwild
Pianos Become the Teeth - Drift (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/24313409-Pianos-Become-The-Teeth-Drift
Prince - The Truth (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/19029442-The-Artist-Formerly-Known-As-Prince-The-Truth
Prince - The Gold Experience (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/23511572-The-Artist-Formerly-Known-As-Prince-The-Gold-Experience
Richard Edwards - New Mood (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/22642592-Richard-Edwards-New-Mood
Richard Edwards - Quarantine Volume 1 (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/22214143-Richard-Edwards-Richard-Edwards-Sings-The-Margot-The-Nuclear-So-And-Sos-Songbook-In-Quarantine-Volum
The Rocket Summer - Shadowkasters (NM/NM)
https://www.discogs.com/release/27141003-The-Rocket-Summer-Shadowkasters
2024.05.15 19:43 SuccessfulRepublic63 ? ¿?A que creen que le llama esfuerzo? ¿Que hago o como? ayudaa
Soy mujer tengo 23, vivo con mis padres, estudio universidad y no me falta tanto para recibirme. Solo tengo 1 clase los miercoles y un curso de 2hrs el mismo dia (otros dias nada puntual que hacer, estudiar y ya ponele).
Mi novio 26 trabaja 10 hrs x dia en otra ciudad actualmente, sin estudios, es obrero con buen sueldo.
A lo que vengo: La relación esta muy desgastada tuvimos mil problemas boludos antes y llevó a que se vuelva cerrado y casi no se comunique. Ültimamente veo que no disfruta mucho compartir conmigo y esta super centrado en su crecimiento personal y ya.
El fin de semana pasado lo vi, luego de que me haya pedido un tiempo porque se sentia sofocado de actitudes mias inmaduras según el (ej: decir pedropedropedro) y que no me enfocara en mi. Según el que paso pendiente de influencers (conjeturas solo por algunos comentarios que hice alguna vez) y que no hago nada por mi como para ser luchadora o esforzarme en la vida, que cualquier cosa que si no me sale pues la dejo y ya.
Me comentó que se cansó de darme oportunidades otra veces para que crezcamos a la par y que yo no las aproveché (quizo pagarme cuota del gym, compro una moto para que use yo y enseñarme a andar, algunas cosas mas el año pasado). Pero yo no acepte no porque NO QUERIA, sino porque me dio pena que haya gastado en eso y posta no podia usasrlo porque me sentia culpable. Y el dice que no aprovecho las oportunidades de la vida, que el no fue boludo al hacerlo y que lo habia hecho para avanzar los dos porque si uno se estanca le hace carga al otro. Y hoy a este punto lo entiendo, antes no lo veia asi y me sentia aprovechadora si no podia aportar para ello. Y hasta mitad del año pasado no di lo suficiente en la relación, me hice cargo de ello.
Dijo como que mil oportunidades me dio y como que ahora ya no le interesa
Cuestión que no se como hacer para que se de cuenta que si quiero esforzarme, no quiero que termine la relación pero no se como demostrarle las cosas que si cambiaron pero no lo ve asi. Solo me dijo que vió un cambio mio en lo sex* .
Yo me esfuerzo con los estudios... no se a que le llama el esforzarse en la vida (venimos de contextos diferentes, le toco una realidad dura a el y yo nunca tuve carencias materiales), que me enfoque en lo mio, mis cosas, que no me enfoque en incluencers que no me salvarían la vida y que haga mas cosas.
Casi no me contesta el wpp y cuando lo hace es de forma distante, no como antes. Suongo que aunque le haya dicho que no me parecía eso de terminar, si el hubiera estado totalmente convencido hubiera sido firme y no hubiera seguido o intentando seguir. Agrego que el dia anterior de decirme eso, me acompañó a emergencias porque estaba mal yo (aunque fue con las peores de las ondas lo hizo) y tuvo lindo gesto de preguntarme si queria algo e ir al almacen por la larga espera y luego no permitir que pague los medicamentos e hizo que los pague con su tarjeta si o si. (fueron lindos gestos que mostraron importancia).
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Mi novio 26 trabaja 10 hrs x dia en otra ciudad actualmente, sin estudios, es obrero con buen sueldo.
A lo que vengo: La relación esta muy desgastada tuvimos mil problemas boludos antes y llevó a que se vuelva cerrado y casi no se comunique. Ültimamente veo que no disfruta mucho compartir conmigo y esta super centrado en su crecimiento personal y ya.
El fin de semana pasado lo vi, luego de que me haya pedido un tiempo porque se sentia sofocado de actitudes mias inmaduras según el (ej: decir pedropedropedro) y que no me enfocara en mi. Según el que paso pendiente de influencers (conjeturas solo por algunos comentarios que hice alguna vez) y que no hago nada por mi como para ser luchadora o esforzarme en la vida, que cualquier cosa que si no me sale pues la dejo y ya.
Me comentó que se cansó de darme oportunidades otra veces para que crezcamos a la par y que yo no las aproveché (quizo pagarme cuota del gym, compro una moto para que use yo y enseñarme a andar, algunas cosas mas el año pasado). Pero yo no acepte no porque NO QUERIA, sino porque me dio pena que haya gastado en eso y posta no podia usasrlo porque me sentia culpable. Y el dice que no aprovecho las oportunidades de la vida, que el no fue boludo al hacerlo y que lo habia hecho para avanzar los dos porque si uno se estanca le hace carga al otro. Y hoy a este punto lo entiendo, antes no lo veia asi y me sentia aprovechadora si no podia aportar para ello. Y hasta mitad del año pasado no di lo suficiente en la relación, me hice cargo de ello.
Dijo como que mil oportunidades me dio y como que ahora ya no le interesa
Cuestión que no se como hacer para que se de cuenta que si quiero esforzarme, no quiero que termine la relación pero no se como demostrarle las cosas que si cambiaron pero no lo ve asi. Solo me dijo que vió un cambio mio en lo sex* .
Yo me esfuerzo con los estudios... no se a que le llama el esforzarse en la vida (venimos de contextos diferentes, le toco una realidad dura a el y yo nunca tuve carencias materiales), que me enfoque en lo mio, mis cosas, que no me enfoque en incluencers que no me salvarían la vida y que haga mas cosas.
Casi no me contesta el wpp y cuando lo hace es de forma distante, no como antes. Suongo que aunque le haya dicho que no me parecía eso de terminar, si el hubiera estado totalmente convencido hubiera sido firme y no hubiera seguido o intentando seguir. Agrego que el dia anterior de decirme eso, me acompañó a emergencias porque estaba mal yo (aunque fue con las peores de las ondas lo hizo) y tuvo lindo gesto de preguntarme si queria algo e ir al almacen por la larga espera y luego no permitir que pague los medicamentos e hizo que los pague con su tarjeta si o si. (fueron lindos gestos que mostraron importancia).
2024.05.15 19:31 Jazzlike_Feeling75 Fired after a week, have no way of paying my new rent contract
England
Hello guys, I'm crying as I write this, and I have no idea what to do.
I started a new job last Tuesday. I worked Tuesday through Friday and then Monday, Tuesday, and today. I interviewed for the job three months ago and started last week, after finishing university. The company has two directors and two 'desks' that each perform a different function. I interviewed with one of the directors, although he was on the other desk from mine, so he was not my direct supervisor, I suppose. Usually, everyone gets interviewed by both of them at the same time, however my direct employer was unable to come due to a funeral. My first day was Tuesday, and my boss was not present. He was there Wednesday through Friday. I'd say he gave me quite negative vibes from the start, which was fine because he'd never met me before and was just figuring me out. He rarely worked around me, so he never noticed what I was doing. Everyone else had complimented me on how well I was doing and how well I suited the position.
The boss was absent on Monday and Tuesday of this week due to his wife's illness. So today was the first full day I'd been working well around him. Towards the end of the day, he brought me into an office, sat me down, and told me I wasn't the right fit. He stated I put in the effort but wasn't cut out for the industry (sales), which I don't understand because I sold a lot in my short time there.
I returned from the workplace, grabbed my bag, and attempted to slip out, but others asked where I was going. I thanked them everyone for their kindness and informed them that I had been let go; they were all surprised and thought i was joking.
The trouble is, I believe my boss had just had a horrible week due to his wife's illness, and today was my worst sales day yet, so I'm not sure if it was a rushed decision. I just don't understand it; he stated he appreciated my work and the number of calls I was making, and that they'd give me a great recommendation, but they fired me?
Anyway, sorry for the rant, people. I just wanted to talk to someone because I moved down to London from university a week and a half ago. I signed a contract for my house and used a loan to pay my first months rent. But I obviously don't have a job anymore. I think the contract is 12 months, therefore I don't know what to do.
My concern is, can they just terminate me for no reason after a week of work? I travelled 5 hours down here the day after my 21st birthday and am completely disoriented today. How do I go about getting paid for the week I worked?
I simply find it so unfair. They knew I had travelled so far and simply dumped me after a week. Is there any way I can get out of my house contract? Or any breach of workers rights? Does such thig exist?
Thank you, guys. If anyone has a job available in London, please let me know:)
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Hello guys, I'm crying as I write this, and I have no idea what to do.
I started a new job last Tuesday. I worked Tuesday through Friday and then Monday, Tuesday, and today. I interviewed for the job three months ago and started last week, after finishing university. The company has two directors and two 'desks' that each perform a different function. I interviewed with one of the directors, although he was on the other desk from mine, so he was not my direct supervisor, I suppose. Usually, everyone gets interviewed by both of them at the same time, however my direct employer was unable to come due to a funeral. My first day was Tuesday, and my boss was not present. He was there Wednesday through Friday. I'd say he gave me quite negative vibes from the start, which was fine because he'd never met me before and was just figuring me out. He rarely worked around me, so he never noticed what I was doing. Everyone else had complimented me on how well I was doing and how well I suited the position.
The boss was absent on Monday and Tuesday of this week due to his wife's illness. So today was the first full day I'd been working well around him. Towards the end of the day, he brought me into an office, sat me down, and told me I wasn't the right fit. He stated I put in the effort but wasn't cut out for the industry (sales), which I don't understand because I sold a lot in my short time there.
I returned from the workplace, grabbed my bag, and attempted to slip out, but others asked where I was going. I thanked them everyone for their kindness and informed them that I had been let go; they were all surprised and thought i was joking.
The trouble is, I believe my boss had just had a horrible week due to his wife's illness, and today was my worst sales day yet, so I'm not sure if it was a rushed decision. I just don't understand it; he stated he appreciated my work and the number of calls I was making, and that they'd give me a great recommendation, but they fired me?
Anyway, sorry for the rant, people. I just wanted to talk to someone because I moved down to London from university a week and a half ago. I signed a contract for my house and used a loan to pay my first months rent. But I obviously don't have a job anymore. I think the contract is 12 months, therefore I don't know what to do.
My concern is, can they just terminate me for no reason after a week of work? I travelled 5 hours down here the day after my 21st birthday and am completely disoriented today. How do I go about getting paid for the week I worked?
I simply find it so unfair. They knew I had travelled so far and simply dumped me after a week. Is there any way I can get out of my house contract? Or any breach of workers rights? Does such thig exist?
Thank you, guys. If anyone has a job available in London, please let me know:)
2024.05.15 19:11 SoThenIThought_ Multiple Eligibility Issues - Address BEFORE Starting an Escalation
Multiple Eligibility Issues
In addition to the job separation there are almost always multiple eligibility issues; job separation reason, identity verification, among others, That's why there are multiple sections to this eligibility megapost.
[E.g. It is almost never recommended to upload a letter from your employer about your termination or separation. It really is a case-by-case situation depending on your separation type and what is written on that document. There is no delete button. There is no edit button. Once you send it in, you cannot take it back. Every once in a while I run into a claimant who submit something that is a nuclear bomb to their eligibility - remember that what the employer provides to you about your job separation does not have to match what they tell ESD, or even if they do or do not respond to ESD's request for separation information. Let's work together. Let's make a plan that promotes your eligibility as soon as humanly possible so that you get paid as soon as humanly possible in such a way that you understand the state laws and how they protect you and your job separation and promote your eligibility. That is my main function. Because you are worth it]
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In addition to the job separation there are almost always multiple eligibility issues; job separation reason, identity verification, among others, That's why there are multiple sections to this eligibility megapost.
If there are multiple eligible issues you should NOT start an escalation until you are competent that necessary information has been provided >>>for each and every eligibility issue<<< before asking ESD to make a decision on all outstanding eligibility issues, otherwise your job separation could it be adjudicated as eligible but if you have something else outstanding that's going to nuke your claim [like being [in school at 12 credit hours or more](https://www.reddit.comSoThenIThought_/s/eVCJu9eZbI in any capacity]) then it won't matter what your job separation is - reach out to me and I can help you understand and make a plan.There is a simple way to find if there are multiple eligibility cases open related to your claim, by following this guidance..
- By far the most common additional eligibility issue is an identity verification, You can read more about how to get this processed in a timely fashion, here.
[E.g. It is almost never recommended to upload a letter from your employer about your termination or separation. It really is a case-by-case situation depending on your separation type and what is written on that document. There is no delete button. There is no edit button. Once you send it in, you cannot take it back. Every once in a while I run into a claimant who submit something that is a nuclear bomb to their eligibility - remember that what the employer provides to you about your job separation does not have to match what they tell ESD, or even if they do or do not respond to ESD's request for separation information. Let's work together. Let's make a plan that promotes your eligibility as soon as humanly possible so that you get paid as soon as humanly possible in such a way that you understand the state laws and how they protect you and your job separation and promote your eligibility. That is my main function. Because you are worth it]
2024.05.15 18:38 mariathales ? ¿?A que creen que le llama esfuerzo? ¿Que hago o como? ayudaa
Soy mujer tengo 23, vivo con mis padres, estudio universidad y no me falta tanto para recibirme. Solo tengo 1 clase los miercoles y un curso de 2hrs el mismo dia (otros dias nada puntual que hacer, estudiar y ya ponele).
Mi novio 26 trabaja 10 hrs x dia en otra ciudad actualmente, sin estudios, es obrero con buen sueldo.
A lo que vengo: La relación esta muy desgastada tuvimos mil problemas boludos antes y llevó a que se vuelva cerrado y casi no se comunique. Ültimamente veo que no disfruta mucho compartir conmigo y esta super centrado en su crecimiento personal y ya.
El fin de semana pasado lo vi, luego de que me haya pedido un tiempo porque se sentia sofocado de actitudes mias inmaduras según el (ej: decir pedropedropedro) y que no me enfocara en mi. Según el que paso pendiente de influencers (conjeturas solo por algunos comentarios que hice alguna vez) y que no hago nada por mi como para ser luchadora o esforzarme en la vida, que cualquier cosa que si no me sale pues la dejo y ya.
Me comentó que se cansó de darme oportunidades otra veces para que crezcamos a la par y que yo no las aproveché (quizo pagarme cuota del gym, compro una moto para que use yo y enseñarme a andar, algunas cosas mas el año pasado). Pero yo no acepte no porque NO QUERIA, sino porque me dio pena que haya gastado en eso y posta no podia usasrlo porque me sentia culpable. Y el dice que no aprovecho las oportunidades de la vida, que el no fue boludo al hacerlo y que lo habia hecho para avanzar los dos porque si uno se estanca le hace carga al otro. Y hoy a este punto lo entiendo, antes no lo veia asi y me sentia aprovechadora si no podia aportar para ello. Y hasta mitad del año pasado no di lo suficiente en la relación, me hice cargo de ello.
Dijo como que mil oportunidades me dio y como que ahora ya no le interesa
Cuestión que no se como hacer para que se de cuenta que si quiero esforzarme, no quiero que termine la relación pero no se como demostrarle las cosas que si cambiaron pero no lo ve asi. Solo me dijo que vió un cambio mio en lo sex* .
Yo me esfuerzo con los estudios... no se a que le llama el esforzarse en la vida (venimos de contextos diferentes, le toco una realidad dura a el y yo nunca tuve carencias materiales), que me enfoque en lo mio, mis cosas, que no me enfoque en incluencers que no me salvarían la vida y que haga mas cosas.
Casi no me contesta el wpp y cuando lo hace es de forma distante, no como antes. Suongo que aunque le haya dicho que no me parecía eso de terminar, si el hubiera estado totalmente convencido hubiera sido firme y no hubiera seguido o intentando seguir. Agrego que el dia anterior de decirme eso, me acompañó a emergencias porque estaba mal yo (aunque fue con las peores de las ondas lo hizo) y tuvo lindo gesto de preguntarme si queria algo e ir al almacen por la larga espera y luego no permitir que pague los medicamentos e hizo que los pague con su tarjeta si o si. (fueron lindos gestos que mostraron importancia).
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Mi novio 26 trabaja 10 hrs x dia en otra ciudad actualmente, sin estudios, es obrero con buen sueldo.
A lo que vengo: La relación esta muy desgastada tuvimos mil problemas boludos antes y llevó a que se vuelva cerrado y casi no se comunique. Ültimamente veo que no disfruta mucho compartir conmigo y esta super centrado en su crecimiento personal y ya.
El fin de semana pasado lo vi, luego de que me haya pedido un tiempo porque se sentia sofocado de actitudes mias inmaduras según el (ej: decir pedropedropedro) y que no me enfocara en mi. Según el que paso pendiente de influencers (conjeturas solo por algunos comentarios que hice alguna vez) y que no hago nada por mi como para ser luchadora o esforzarme en la vida, que cualquier cosa que si no me sale pues la dejo y ya.
Me comentó que se cansó de darme oportunidades otra veces para que crezcamos a la par y que yo no las aproveché (quizo pagarme cuota del gym, compro una moto para que use yo y enseñarme a andar, algunas cosas mas el año pasado). Pero yo no acepte no porque NO QUERIA, sino porque me dio pena que haya gastado en eso y posta no podia usasrlo porque me sentia culpable. Y el dice que no aprovecho las oportunidades de la vida, que el no fue boludo al hacerlo y que lo habia hecho para avanzar los dos porque si uno se estanca le hace carga al otro. Y hoy a este punto lo entiendo, antes no lo veia asi y me sentia aprovechadora si no podia aportar para ello. Y hasta mitad del año pasado no di lo suficiente en la relación, me hice cargo de ello.
Dijo como que mil oportunidades me dio y como que ahora ya no le interesa
Cuestión que no se como hacer para que se de cuenta que si quiero esforzarme, no quiero que termine la relación pero no se como demostrarle las cosas que si cambiaron pero no lo ve asi. Solo me dijo que vió un cambio mio en lo sex* .
Yo me esfuerzo con los estudios... no se a que le llama el esforzarse en la vida (venimos de contextos diferentes, le toco una realidad dura a el y yo nunca tuve carencias materiales), que me enfoque en lo mio, mis cosas, que no me enfoque en incluencers que no me salvarían la vida y que haga mas cosas.
Casi no me contesta el wpp y cuando lo hace es de forma distante, no como antes. Suongo que aunque le haya dicho que no me parecía eso de terminar, si el hubiera estado totalmente convencido hubiera sido firme y no hubiera seguido o intentando seguir. Agrego que el dia anterior de decirme eso, me acompañó a emergencias porque estaba mal yo (aunque fue con las peores de las ondas lo hizo) y tuvo lindo gesto de preguntarme si queria algo e ir al almacen por la larga espera y luego no permitir que pague los medicamentos e hizo que los pague con su tarjeta si o si. (fueron lindos gestos que mostraron importancia).
2024.05.15 18:38 mariathales ¿A que creen que le llama esfuerzo? ¿Que hago o como? ayudaa
Soy mujer tengo 23, vivo con mis padres, estudio universidad y no me falta tanto para recibirme. Solo tengo 1 clase los miercoles y un curso de 2hrs el mismo dia (otros dias nada puntual que hacer, estudiar y ya ponele).
Mi novio 26 trabaja 10 hrs x dia en otra ciudad actualmente, sin estudios, es obrero con buen sueldo.
A lo que vengo: La relación esta muy desgastada tuvimos mil problemas boludos antes y llevó a que se vuelva cerrado y casi no se comunique. Ültimamente veo que no disfruta mucho compartir conmigo y esta super centrado en su crecimiento personal y ya.
El fin de semana pasado lo vi, luego de que me haya pedido un tiempo porque se sentia sofocado de actitudes mias inmaduras según el (ej: decir pedropedropedro) y que no me enfocara en mi. Según el que paso pendiente de influencers (conjeturas solo por algunos comentarios que hice alguna vez) y que no hago nada por mi como para ser luchadora o esforzarme en la vida, que cualquier cosa que si no me sale pues la dejo y ya.
Me comentó que se cansó de darme oportunidades otra veces para que crezcamos a la par y que yo no las aproveché (quizo pagarme cuota del gym, compro una moto para que use yo y enseñarme a andar, algunas cosas mas el año pasado). Pero yo no acepte no porque NO QUERIA, sino porque me dio pena que haya gastado en eso y posta no podia usasrlo porque me sentia culpable. Y el dice que no aprovecho las oportunidades de la vida, que el no fue boludo al hacerlo y que lo habia hecho para avanzar los dos porque si uno se estanca le hace carga al otro. Y hoy a este punto lo entiendo, antes no lo veia asi y me sentia aprovechadora si no podia aportar para ello. Y hasta mitad del año pasado no di lo suficiente en la relación, me hice cargo de ello.
Dijo como que mil oportunidades me dio y como que ahora ya no le interesa
Cuestión que no se como hacer para que se de cuenta que si quiero esforzarme, no quiero que termine la relación pero no se como demostrarle las cosas que si cambiaron pero no lo ve asi. Solo me dijo que vió un cambio mio en lo sex* .
Yo me esfuerzo con los estudios... no se a que le llama el esforzarse en la vida (venimos de contextos diferentes, le toco una realidad dura a el y yo nunca tuve carencias materiales), que me enfoque en lo mio, mis cosas, que no me enfoque en incluencers que no me salvarían la vida y que haga mas cosas.
Casi no me contesta el wpp y cuando lo hace es de forma distante, no como antes. Suongo que aunque le haya dicho que no me parecía eso de terminar, si el hubiera estado totalmente convencido hubiera sido firme y no hubiera seguido o intentando seguir. Agrego que el dia anterior de decirme eso, me acompañó a emergencias porque estaba mal yo (aunque fue con las peores de las ondas lo hizo) y tuvo lindo gesto de preguntarme si queria algo e ir al almacen por la larga espera y luego no permitir que pague los medicamentos e hizo que los pague con su tarjeta si o si. (fueron lindos gestos que mostraron importancia).
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Mi novio 26 trabaja 10 hrs x dia en otra ciudad actualmente, sin estudios, es obrero con buen sueldo.
A lo que vengo: La relación esta muy desgastada tuvimos mil problemas boludos antes y llevó a que se vuelva cerrado y casi no se comunique. Ültimamente veo que no disfruta mucho compartir conmigo y esta super centrado en su crecimiento personal y ya.
El fin de semana pasado lo vi, luego de que me haya pedido un tiempo porque se sentia sofocado de actitudes mias inmaduras según el (ej: decir pedropedropedro) y que no me enfocara en mi. Según el que paso pendiente de influencers (conjeturas solo por algunos comentarios que hice alguna vez) y que no hago nada por mi como para ser luchadora o esforzarme en la vida, que cualquier cosa que si no me sale pues la dejo y ya.
Me comentó que se cansó de darme oportunidades otra veces para que crezcamos a la par y que yo no las aproveché (quizo pagarme cuota del gym, compro una moto para que use yo y enseñarme a andar, algunas cosas mas el año pasado). Pero yo no acepte no porque NO QUERIA, sino porque me dio pena que haya gastado en eso y posta no podia usasrlo porque me sentia culpable. Y el dice que no aprovecho las oportunidades de la vida, que el no fue boludo al hacerlo y que lo habia hecho para avanzar los dos porque si uno se estanca le hace carga al otro. Y hoy a este punto lo entiendo, antes no lo veia asi y me sentia aprovechadora si no podia aportar para ello. Y hasta mitad del año pasado no di lo suficiente en la relación, me hice cargo de ello.
Dijo como que mil oportunidades me dio y como que ahora ya no le interesa
Cuestión que no se como hacer para que se de cuenta que si quiero esforzarme, no quiero que termine la relación pero no se como demostrarle las cosas que si cambiaron pero no lo ve asi. Solo me dijo que vió un cambio mio en lo sex* .
Yo me esfuerzo con los estudios... no se a que le llama el esforzarse en la vida (venimos de contextos diferentes, le toco una realidad dura a el y yo nunca tuve carencias materiales), que me enfoque en lo mio, mis cosas, que no me enfoque en incluencers que no me salvarían la vida y que haga mas cosas.
Casi no me contesta el wpp y cuando lo hace es de forma distante, no como antes. Suongo que aunque le haya dicho que no me parecía eso de terminar, si el hubiera estado totalmente convencido hubiera sido firme y no hubiera seguido o intentando seguir. Agrego que el dia anterior de decirme eso, me acompañó a emergencias porque estaba mal yo (aunque fue con las peores de las ondas lo hizo) y tuvo lindo gesto de preguntarme si queria algo e ir al almacen por la larga espera y luego no permitir que pague los medicamentos e hizo que los pague con su tarjeta si o si. (fueron lindos gestos que mostraron importancia).
2024.05.15 18:34 mariathales ¿A que creen que le llama esfuerzo? ¿Que hago o como? ayudaa
Soy mujer tengo 23, vivo con mis padres, estudio universidad y no me falta tanto para recibirme. Solo tengo 1 clase los miercoles y un curso de 2hrs el mismo dia (otros dias nada puntual que hacer, estudiar y ya ponele).
Mi novio 26 trabaja 10 hrs x dia en otra ciudad actualmente, sin estudios, es obrero con buen sueldo.
A lo que vengo: La relación esta muy desgastada tuvimos mil problemas boludos antes y llevó a que se vuelva cerrado y casi no se comunique. Ültimamente veo que no disfruta mucho compartir conmigo y esta super centrado en su crecimiento personal y ya.
El fin de semana pasado lo vi, luego de que me haya pedido un tiempo porque se sentia sofocado de actitudes mias inmaduras según el (ej: decir pedropedropedro) y que no me enfocara en mi. Según el que paso pendiente de influencers (conjeturas solo por algunos comentarios que hice alguna vez) y que no hago nada por mi como para ser luchadora o esforzarme en la vida, que cualquier cosa que si no me sale pues la dejo y ya.
Me comentó que se cansó de darme oportunidades otra veces para que crezcamos a la par y que yo no las aproveché (quizo pagarme cuota del gym, compro una moto para que use yo y enseñarme a andar, algunas cosas mas el año pasado). Pero yo no acepte no porque NO QUERIA, sino porque me dio pena que haya gastado en eso y posta no podia usasrlo porque me sentia culpable. Y el dice que no aprovecho las oportunidades de la vida, que el no fue boludo al hacerlo y que lo habia hecho para avanzar los dos porque si uno se estanca le hace carga al otro. Y hoy a este punto lo entiendo, antes no lo veia asi y me sentia aprovechadora si no podia aportar para ello. Y hasta mitad del año pasado no di lo suficiente en la relación, me hice cargo de ello.
Dijo como que mil oportunidades me dio y como que ahora ya no le interesa
Cuestión que no se como hacer para que se de cuenta que si quiero esforzarme, no quiero que termine la relación pero no se como demostrarle las cosas que si cambiaron pero no lo ve asi. Solo me dijo que vió un cambio mio en lo sex* .
Yo me esfuerzo con los estudios... no se a que le llama el esforzarse en la vida (venimos de contextos diferentes, le toco una realidad dura a el y yo nunca tuve carencias materiales), que me enfoque en lo mio, mis cosas, que no me enfoque en incluencers que no me salvarían la vida y que haga mas cosas.
Casi no me contesta el wpp y cuando lo hace es de forma distante, no como antes. Suongo que aunque le haya dicho que no me parecía eso de terminar, si el hubiera estado totalmente convencido hubiera sido firme y no hubiera seguido o intentando seguir. Agrego que el dia anterior de decirme eso, me acompañó a emergencias porque estaba mal yo (aunque fue con las peores de las ondas lo hizo) y tuvo lindo gesto de preguntarme si queria algo e ir al almacen por la larga espera y luego no permitir que pague los medicamentos e hizo que los pague con su tarjeta si o si. (fueron lindos gestos que mostraron importancia).
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Mi novio 26 trabaja 10 hrs x dia en otra ciudad actualmente, sin estudios, es obrero con buen sueldo.
A lo que vengo: La relación esta muy desgastada tuvimos mil problemas boludos antes y llevó a que se vuelva cerrado y casi no se comunique. Ültimamente veo que no disfruta mucho compartir conmigo y esta super centrado en su crecimiento personal y ya.
El fin de semana pasado lo vi, luego de que me haya pedido un tiempo porque se sentia sofocado de actitudes mias inmaduras según el (ej: decir pedropedropedro) y que no me enfocara en mi. Según el que paso pendiente de influencers (conjeturas solo por algunos comentarios que hice alguna vez) y que no hago nada por mi como para ser luchadora o esforzarme en la vida, que cualquier cosa que si no me sale pues la dejo y ya.
Me comentó que se cansó de darme oportunidades otra veces para que crezcamos a la par y que yo no las aproveché (quizo pagarme cuota del gym, compro una moto para que use yo y enseñarme a andar, algunas cosas mas el año pasado). Pero yo no acepte no porque NO QUERIA, sino porque me dio pena que haya gastado en eso y posta no podia usasrlo porque me sentia culpable. Y el dice que no aprovecho las oportunidades de la vida, que el no fue boludo al hacerlo y que lo habia hecho para avanzar los dos porque si uno se estanca le hace carga al otro. Y hoy a este punto lo entiendo, antes no lo veia asi y me sentia aprovechadora si no podia aportar para ello. Y hasta mitad del año pasado no di lo suficiente en la relación, me hice cargo de ello.
Dijo como que mil oportunidades me dio y como que ahora ya no le interesa
Cuestión que no se como hacer para que se de cuenta que si quiero esforzarme, no quiero que termine la relación pero no se como demostrarle las cosas que si cambiaron pero no lo ve asi. Solo me dijo que vió un cambio mio en lo sex* .
Yo me esfuerzo con los estudios... no se a que le llama el esforzarse en la vida (venimos de contextos diferentes, le toco una realidad dura a el y yo nunca tuve carencias materiales), que me enfoque en lo mio, mis cosas, que no me enfoque en incluencers que no me salvarían la vida y que haga mas cosas.
Casi no me contesta el wpp y cuando lo hace es de forma distante, no como antes. Suongo que aunque le haya dicho que no me parecía eso de terminar, si el hubiera estado totalmente convencido hubiera sido firme y no hubiera seguido o intentando seguir. Agrego que el dia anterior de decirme eso, me acompañó a emergencias porque estaba mal yo (aunque fue con las peores de las ondas lo hizo) y tuvo lindo gesto de preguntarme si queria algo e ir al almacen por la larga espera y luego no permitir que pague los medicamentos e hizo que los pague con su tarjeta si o si. (fueron lindos gestos que mostraron importancia).
2024.05.15 18:33 mariathales ¿A que creen que le llama esfuerzo? ¿Que hago o como? ayudaa
Soy mujer tengo 23, vivo con mis padres, estudio universidad y no me falta tanto para recibirme. Solo tengo 1 clase los miercoles y un curso de 2hrs el mismo dia (otros dias nada puntual que hacer, estudiar y ya ponele).
Mi novio 26 trabaja 10 hrs x dia en otra ciudad actualmente, sin estudios, es obrero con buen sueldo.
A lo que vengo: La relación esta muy desgastada tuvimos mil problemas boludos antes y llevó a que se vuelva cerrado y casi no se comunique. Ültimamente veo que no disfruta mucho compartir conmigo y esta super centrado en su crecimiento personal y ya.
El fin de semana pasado lo vi, luego de que me haya pedido un tiempo porque se sentia sofocado de actitudes mias inmaduras según el (ej: decir pedropedropedro) y que no me enfocara en mi. Según el que paso pendiente de influencers (conjeturas solo por algunos comentarios que hice alguna vez) y que no hago nada por mi como para ser luchadora o esforzarme en la vida, que cualquier cosa que si no me sale pues la dejo y ya.
Me comentó que se cansó de darme oportunidades otra veces para que crezcamos a la par y que yo no las aproveché (quizo pagarme cuota del gym, compro una moto para que use yo y enseñarme a andar, algunas cosas mas el año pasado). Pero yo no acepte no porque NO QUERIA, sino porque me dio pena que haya gastado en eso y posta no podia usasrlo porque me sentia culpable. Y el dice que no aprovecho las oportunidades de la vida, que el no fue boludo al hacerlo y que lo habia hecho para avanzar los dos porque si uno se estanca le hace carga al otro. Y hoy a este punto lo entiendo, antes no lo veia asi y me sentia aprovechadora si no podia aportar para ello. Y hasta mitad del año pasado no di lo suficiente en la relación, me hice cargo de ello.
Dijo como que mil oportunidades me dio y como que ahora ya no le interesa
Cuestión que no se como hacer para que se de cuenta que si quiero esforzarme, no quiero que termine la relación pero no se como demostrarle las cosas que si cambiaron pero no lo ve asi. Solo me dijo que vió un cambio mio en lo sex* .
Yo me esfuerzo con los estudios... no se a que le llama el esforzarse en la vida (venimos de contextos diferentes, le toco una realidad dura a el y yo nunca tuve carencias materiales), que me enfoque en lo mio, mis cosas, que no me enfoque en incluencers que no me salvarían la vida y que haga mas cosas.
Casi no me contesta el wpp y cuando lo hace es de forma distante, no como antes. Suongo que aunque le haya dicho que no me parecía eso de terminar, si el hubiera estado totalmente convencido hubiera sido firme y no hubiera seguido o intentando seguir. Agrego que el dia anterior de decirme eso, me acompañó a emergencias porque estaba mal yo (aunque fue con las peores de las ondas lo hizo) y tuvo lindo gesto de preguntarme si queria algo e ir al almacen por la larga espera y luego no permitir que pague los medicamentos e hizo que los pague con su tarjeta si o si. (fueron lindos gestos que mostraron importancia).
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Mi novio 26 trabaja 10 hrs x dia en otra ciudad actualmente, sin estudios, es obrero con buen sueldo.
A lo que vengo: La relación esta muy desgastada tuvimos mil problemas boludos antes y llevó a que se vuelva cerrado y casi no se comunique. Ültimamente veo que no disfruta mucho compartir conmigo y esta super centrado en su crecimiento personal y ya.
El fin de semana pasado lo vi, luego de que me haya pedido un tiempo porque se sentia sofocado de actitudes mias inmaduras según el (ej: decir pedropedropedro) y que no me enfocara en mi. Según el que paso pendiente de influencers (conjeturas solo por algunos comentarios que hice alguna vez) y que no hago nada por mi como para ser luchadora o esforzarme en la vida, que cualquier cosa que si no me sale pues la dejo y ya.
Me comentó que se cansó de darme oportunidades otra veces para que crezcamos a la par y que yo no las aproveché (quizo pagarme cuota del gym, compro una moto para que use yo y enseñarme a andar, algunas cosas mas el año pasado). Pero yo no acepte no porque NO QUERIA, sino porque me dio pena que haya gastado en eso y posta no podia usasrlo porque me sentia culpable. Y el dice que no aprovecho las oportunidades de la vida, que el no fue boludo al hacerlo y que lo habia hecho para avanzar los dos porque si uno se estanca le hace carga al otro. Y hoy a este punto lo entiendo, antes no lo veia asi y me sentia aprovechadora si no podia aportar para ello. Y hasta mitad del año pasado no di lo suficiente en la relación, me hice cargo de ello.
Dijo como que mil oportunidades me dio y como que ahora ya no le interesa
Cuestión que no se como hacer para que se de cuenta que si quiero esforzarme, no quiero que termine la relación pero no se como demostrarle las cosas que si cambiaron pero no lo ve asi. Solo me dijo que vió un cambio mio en lo sex* .
Yo me esfuerzo con los estudios... no se a que le llama el esforzarse en la vida (venimos de contextos diferentes, le toco una realidad dura a el y yo nunca tuve carencias materiales), que me enfoque en lo mio, mis cosas, que no me enfoque en incluencers que no me salvarían la vida y que haga mas cosas.
Casi no me contesta el wpp y cuando lo hace es de forma distante, no como antes. Suongo que aunque le haya dicho que no me parecía eso de terminar, si el hubiera estado totalmente convencido hubiera sido firme y no hubiera seguido o intentando seguir. Agrego que el dia anterior de decirme eso, me acompañó a emergencias porque estaba mal yo (aunque fue con las peores de las ondas lo hizo) y tuvo lindo gesto de preguntarme si queria algo e ir al almacen por la larga espera y luego no permitir que pague los medicamentos e hizo que los pague con su tarjeta si o si. (fueron lindos gestos que mostraron importancia).
2024.05.15 18:27 mariathales ¿A que creen que le llama esfuerzo? ¿Que hago o como? ayudaa
Soy mujer tengo 23, vivo con mis padres, estudio universidad y no me falta tanto para recibirme. Solo tengo 1 clase los miercoles y un curso de 2hrs el mismo dia (otros dias nada puntual que hacer, estudiar y ya ponele).
Mi novio 26 trabaja 10 hrs x dia en otra ciudad actualmente, sin estudios, es obrero con buen sueldo.
A lo que vengo: La relación esta muy desgastada tuvimos mil problemas boludos antes y llevó a que se vuelva cerrado y casi no se comunique. Ültimamente veo que no disfruta mucho compartir conmigo y esta super centrado en su crecimiento personal y ya.
El fin de semana pasado lo vi, luego de que me haya pedido un tiempo porque se sentia sofocado de actitudes mias inmaduras según el (ej: decir pedropedropedro) y que no me enfocara en mi. Según el que paso pendiente de influencers (conjeturas solo por algunos comentarios que hice alguna vez) y que no hago nada por mi como para ser luchadora o esforzarme en la vida, que cualquier cosa que si no me sale pues la dejo y ya.
Me comentó que se cansó de darme oportunidades otra veces para que crezcamos a la par y que yo no las aproveché (quizo pagarme cuota del gym, compro una moto para que use yo y enseñarme a andar, algunas cosas mas el año pasado). Pero yo no acepte no porque NO QUERIA, sino porque me dio pena que haya gastado en eso y posta no podia usasrlo porque me sentia culpable. Y el dice que no aprovecho las oportunidades de la vida, que el no fue boludo al hacerlo y que lo habia hecho para avanzar los dos porque si uno se estanca le hace carga al otro. Y hoy a este punto lo entiendo, antes no lo veia asi y me sentia aprovechadora si no podia aportar para ello. Y hasta mitad del año pasado no di lo suficiente en la relación, me hice cargo de ello.
Dijo como que mil oportunidades me dio y como que ahora ya no le interesa
Cuestión que no se como hacer para que se de cuenta que si quiero esforzarme, no quiero que termine la relación pero no se como demostrarle las cosas que si cambiaron pero no lo ve asi. Solo me dijo que vió un cambio mio en lo sex* .
Yo me esfuerzo con los estudios... no se a que le llama el esforzarse en la vida (venimos de contextos diferentes, le toco una realidad dura a el y yo nunca tuve carencias materiales), que me enfoque en lo mio, mis cosas, que no me enfoque en incluencers que no me salvarían la vida y que haga mas cosas.
Casi no me contesta el wpp y cuando lo hace es de forma distante, no como antes. Suongo que aunque le haya dicho que no me parecía eso de terminar, si el hubiera estado totalmente convencido hubiera sido firme y no hubiera seguido o intentando seguir. Agrego que el dia anterior de decirme eso, me acompañó a emergencias porque estaba mal yo (aunque fue con las peores de las ondas lo hizo) y tuvo lindo gesto de preguntarme si queria algo e ir al almacen por la larga espera y luego no permitir que pague los medicamentos e hizo que los pague con su tarjeta si o si. (fueron lindos gestos que mostraron importancia).
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Mi novio 26 trabaja 10 hrs x dia en otra ciudad actualmente, sin estudios, es obrero con buen sueldo.
A lo que vengo: La relación esta muy desgastada tuvimos mil problemas boludos antes y llevó a que se vuelva cerrado y casi no se comunique. Ültimamente veo que no disfruta mucho compartir conmigo y esta super centrado en su crecimiento personal y ya.
El fin de semana pasado lo vi, luego de que me haya pedido un tiempo porque se sentia sofocado de actitudes mias inmaduras según el (ej: decir pedropedropedro) y que no me enfocara en mi. Según el que paso pendiente de influencers (conjeturas solo por algunos comentarios que hice alguna vez) y que no hago nada por mi como para ser luchadora o esforzarme en la vida, que cualquier cosa que si no me sale pues la dejo y ya.
Me comentó que se cansó de darme oportunidades otra veces para que crezcamos a la par y que yo no las aproveché (quizo pagarme cuota del gym, compro una moto para que use yo y enseñarme a andar, algunas cosas mas el año pasado). Pero yo no acepte no porque NO QUERIA, sino porque me dio pena que haya gastado en eso y posta no podia usasrlo porque me sentia culpable. Y el dice que no aprovecho las oportunidades de la vida, que el no fue boludo al hacerlo y que lo habia hecho para avanzar los dos porque si uno se estanca le hace carga al otro. Y hoy a este punto lo entiendo, antes no lo veia asi y me sentia aprovechadora si no podia aportar para ello. Y hasta mitad del año pasado no di lo suficiente en la relación, me hice cargo de ello.
Dijo como que mil oportunidades me dio y como que ahora ya no le interesa
Cuestión que no se como hacer para que se de cuenta que si quiero esforzarme, no quiero que termine la relación pero no se como demostrarle las cosas que si cambiaron pero no lo ve asi. Solo me dijo que vió un cambio mio en lo sex* .
Yo me esfuerzo con los estudios... no se a que le llama el esforzarse en la vida (venimos de contextos diferentes, le toco una realidad dura a el y yo nunca tuve carencias materiales), que me enfoque en lo mio, mis cosas, que no me enfoque en incluencers que no me salvarían la vida y que haga mas cosas.
Casi no me contesta el wpp y cuando lo hace es de forma distante, no como antes. Suongo que aunque le haya dicho que no me parecía eso de terminar, si el hubiera estado totalmente convencido hubiera sido firme y no hubiera seguido o intentando seguir. Agrego que el dia anterior de decirme eso, me acompañó a emergencias porque estaba mal yo (aunque fue con las peores de las ondas lo hizo) y tuvo lindo gesto de preguntarme si queria algo e ir al almacen por la larga espera y luego no permitir que pague los medicamentos e hizo que los pague con su tarjeta si o si. (fueron lindos gestos que mostraron importancia).