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2024.05.16 18:42 Visual_Aide_2477 Well, I am doing it!
 | My Quake project is doing somehow really well. I still need assistance though. I watched a tutorial for BSP Quake Map Editor and I managed to create a pretty boring test level! submitted by Visual_Aide_2477 to quake [link] [comments] A screenshot of what I was doing... It's completed now. However, it's too bland to be on other's hands. Well, I did it really well. However my main intent is not making test maps but my true intent is... My true intent is a single level titled "The False Wonderland". It is a map inspired by the text of Lewis Carroll's "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" and by the way, it is just a normal Quake level (with it's textures and all) with gameplay reminiscent of Alice's experiences in Wonderland. There are several reasons for it to be called "The False Wonderland". I'll tell why in the comments. By then, here's how I am progressing... P... PaintMAP!!! I always wished for some tool to turn images into Quake map levels and sure enough, it was there! PaintMAP! For those who don't know, read the description in the image above. I found it on the Internet Archive. I'll share the link in the comments. This tool may help me a lot. I tried it using an example *.gif file and here are the results: Somehow odd! Anyway... I'll do something with this. The sample GIF! Although it was clearly configured for Half Life, I did it anyway for Quake and as you can see, the textures are not there. I can detail more but for now, it's not necessary. With that tool, I can work on my project now. I also need help guys in creating the White Rabbit's House (random Honey styled house), the Duchess's House and more other places. You know what Honey means, do you all? The project is very large although I originally wanted it to be a small map. I was also inspired by American McGee's Alice. I will add every detail in the comments section soon. If you want to ask a question, leave it in the comments. My Riverbank is very dumb and yet funny. Look below. This map is only 5% comnplete and very problematic. The Fake False Wonderland (Glasgow Willy Wonka Scam style). See! It's not exactly a riverbank. Thanks to the tutorial, I am getting better at this. I hope the map will come out fast. I predict soon there will be a Arcane Dimensions, Copper version of this map as well as versions for DOOM, DOOM2 and Duke Nukem 3D and Half Life. As of now, I am thinking of remaking this piece of sh*t into the map of my dreams with the help of you mappers. Thank you for all your support to me. |
2024.05.16 18:42 Mbaku_rivers The Realest Comedian of Our Time
*Reposting a long comment from earlier because I think its relevant.*
It's funny to me that dark comedians and their fans constantly complain about Cancel Culture. They say that the woke left is preventing them from making good comedy anymore because people are sensitive. They don't like that they can't make jokes about touchy and dark subjects because if they do, they'll be crucified.
While I think that mentality is lame and unfounded, I think its funnier how you guys are acting. Caroline is one such comedian who I admire. I don't always like every joke, but from 15, she's been making the same type of jokes. She has committed to smacking the world in the face with her wit and her sense of humor, no matter what anyone else has to say about it. She never targets anyone unfairly, or acts as though her jokes should be emulated in the real world. She's the model of a perfect edgy comic.
Her latest stunt is nothing short of the same energy she's been giving us since day one, and you guys are so mad that you'd like to cancel her.
She did a bait and switch. It was mean spirited. She explained why she did it, and the explanation did nothing to make us FEEL better. The explanation made sense though, if you aren't trying to cater to anyone's feelings. She wanted to distance herself and her life from her work. She successfully made it so none of us will ever trust her or seek out information about her personal life again! XD She found herself concerned about our opinions and feelings so she stabbed us with her comedy.
That's clever as hell and is commendable in my book. Too many comedians stand on a STAGE, surrounded by thousands of fans and cry about how they can't say ANYTHING anymore, and how they have no platform, and nobody listens to their mean jokes. Caroline continues to do what she does in its purest form, with no intension of changing for anybody, and you're trying to punish her?
If you want a comedian to cater to your feelings, she's not the one for you. I have no issue with that being a necessity either. I have plenty of people who make me feel good, and I'd be mad if they lied to me. Are you honestly telling me that you felt kinship, comfort, and trust in Caroline Konstnar??? You came to her page to be uplifted? You came to her page to connect with a creator?
If you did, I'm sorry this is the message she has sent to you. I really am. I just don't think she meant to cultivate that kind of relationship with her fans. She's a comedian who tells R jokes. She wasn't trying to draw you in, and when she realized she felt the need to tell us what she was going through in her life, she chose to shoo us away in the most Caroline way possible. I can't be mad at her for sticking to her roots rather than appealing to our desire for honesty.
If you like her comedy, celebrate her for being the ONE real comedian left. All the other ones will either cry about losing money or will change themselves hoping you won't stop paying attention. She gambled her entire fanbase to avoid losing herself. That's really rare these days. I appreciate her for it.
What she did was not empathetic or kind. Do you think she would have made Cocaine or Stripper Magician if empathy and kindness were her goals? Do you seriously want an artist to live and die on how the fans feel about everything they do? Do you want South Park to apologize when they go too far? Isn't this exactly why we like her work?
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It's funny to me that dark comedians and their fans constantly complain about Cancel Culture. They say that the woke left is preventing them from making good comedy anymore because people are sensitive. They don't like that they can't make jokes about touchy and dark subjects because if they do, they'll be crucified.
While I think that mentality is lame and unfounded, I think its funnier how you guys are acting. Caroline is one such comedian who I admire. I don't always like every joke, but from 15, she's been making the same type of jokes. She has committed to smacking the world in the face with her wit and her sense of humor, no matter what anyone else has to say about it. She never targets anyone unfairly, or acts as though her jokes should be emulated in the real world. She's the model of a perfect edgy comic.
Her latest stunt is nothing short of the same energy she's been giving us since day one, and you guys are so mad that you'd like to cancel her.
She did a bait and switch. It was mean spirited. She explained why she did it, and the explanation did nothing to make us FEEL better. The explanation made sense though, if you aren't trying to cater to anyone's feelings. She wanted to distance herself and her life from her work. She successfully made it so none of us will ever trust her or seek out information about her personal life again! XD She found herself concerned about our opinions and feelings so she stabbed us with her comedy.
That's clever as hell and is commendable in my book. Too many comedians stand on a STAGE, surrounded by thousands of fans and cry about how they can't say ANYTHING anymore, and how they have no platform, and nobody listens to their mean jokes. Caroline continues to do what she does in its purest form, with no intension of changing for anybody, and you're trying to punish her?
If you want a comedian to cater to your feelings, she's not the one for you. I have no issue with that being a necessity either. I have plenty of people who make me feel good, and I'd be mad if they lied to me. Are you honestly telling me that you felt kinship, comfort, and trust in Caroline Konstnar??? You came to her page to be uplifted? You came to her page to connect with a creator?
If you did, I'm sorry this is the message she has sent to you. I really am. I just don't think she meant to cultivate that kind of relationship with her fans. She's a comedian who tells R jokes. She wasn't trying to draw you in, and when she realized she felt the need to tell us what she was going through in her life, she chose to shoo us away in the most Caroline way possible. I can't be mad at her for sticking to her roots rather than appealing to our desire for honesty.
If you like her comedy, celebrate her for being the ONE real comedian left. All the other ones will either cry about losing money or will change themselves hoping you won't stop paying attention. She gambled her entire fanbase to avoid losing herself. That's really rare these days. I appreciate her for it.
What she did was not empathetic or kind. Do you think she would have made Cocaine or Stripper Magician if empathy and kindness were her goals? Do you seriously want an artist to live and die on how the fans feel about everything they do? Do you want South Park to apologize when they go too far? Isn't this exactly why we like her work?
2024.05.16 18:42 Aqula- He broke up then I met and kissed a guy, now my boyfriend is back and I feel guilty
So we were in a relationship for 8 months and my bf broke up with me because he wanted to focus on his career, few days before our breakup he got so cold that he barely texted me. That’s when it was getting too much and he said that he cannot give this much time to our relationship when maximum we used to spend 2 hours in whole day which includes both texting and calling He broke up with me over text and I was shattered and furious at the same time. After a week I didn’t know what to do I just wanted to distract myself and so I started talking to a guy we met for a week in that we kissed. Then my boyfriend returned after 15 days and I still love him, but idk it just scares me that maybe he might leave again. I also feel guilty that I kissed a guy, I’m thinking to tell my bf about it because for him trust is extremely important and after this I might even lose him. Thinking about this hurts but ig I can’t be selfish and hide it, what if in future somehow he gets to know about this so want to avoid that. What are your views?
TLDR my bf broke up with me because he wanted to focus on his career and after a week I met a guy and we kissed. Now my bf is back and I feel guilty but I’m thinking of telling him as he’s pretty sensitive about mistrust/hiding things and I might lose him which makes me cry. What are your views?
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TLDR my bf broke up with me because he wanted to focus on his career and after a week I met a guy and we kissed. Now my bf is back and I feel guilty but I’m thinking of telling him as he’s pretty sensitive about mistrust/hiding things and I might lose him which makes me cry. What are your views?
2024.05.16 18:42 The-Unseen-1 The awakening of the heart
Part 16: The awakening of the heart
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As the Mysterious Stranger and the Seeker leave the old castle behind, they continue on the snow-covered path. A path appears on the right side, following parallel to their own. The two paths merge into one, which leads towards a volcano. As they progress, another parallel path from the left side merges as well with the current one.
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In the distance, the Seeker spots a building, where the path tilts uphill. A sign points at a crossroad. An intersection, between realms. The crossroads, where all timelines meet up: Where the westward and the eastward paths meets the northern road.
Where the paths meet, stands a tavern. The lights are on. The chimney is smoking. A sign shows its name:
'The Red Ditch Inn'
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“Wanna get something to drink,” asks the Stranger the Seeker.
“Sure, why not,” accepts the Seeker.
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Before he opens the door knob, the Stranger hesitates and speaks to the Seeker:
“This is the bar, where the timelines of our souls meet up. This is the crossing of our life-paths, the intersection of fate. Be prepared, for what happens next.”
The Seeker and the Stranger walk into the building. As they open the door, they are started by the loud conversations. The inn is full. Many tables with different animals of all species.
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The table in the center of the bar, has a label saying: 'Spirituality'
Around that table sit all kinds of different birds and animals. Pigeons, squirrels, Reptiles, cats, dogs, wolves, foxes, crows, mice, sloths. They are mostly talking about crystals and past lives.
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There was a table, which said: 'astralprojection'. There sat an old bear, who carries many scars, wounded by countless battles, teaching young bear cups, who attentively listen to their elders. Some are making notes.
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Next to it, is a table with a label saying: 'Enlightenment'
There sit some parrots all repeating the same mantra in unison:
“BEFORE ENLIGHTENMENT CHOP WOOD CARRY WATER, AFTER ENLIGHTENMENT CHOP WOOD CARRY WATER.”
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There is another table, called: 'Awakened'
There sit a caterpillar, a spider, a scorpion and an eagle.
“You have an Ego,” shouts the caterpillar at the spider, pointing his finger.
“No, you have an Ego,” shouts the spider back at the caterpillar.
“You both have an Ego,” accuses the scorpion both the caterpillar and the spider.
“Hey,” shouts the bird. “I am the eagle here!”
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Next to it, is the table of 'nonduality'. The chairs are completely empty. There is no one here.
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On the other side there is another table with many different birds and mammals, some more exotic animals from all around the world. The label says 'Soulnexus'. There is someone constantly screaming at the top of their lungs:
“I AM A PROFFESIONAL PSYCHIC READER WITH 14 YEARS OF EXPERIENCE!”
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One table next to it is called 'starseeds'. The people sitting there do not look like animals, but like strange aliens. Some small and green beings, others big and gray, some with fur, some with scales, some humanoid. They were mostly talking about the past, exchanging some old memories. Among them is a chicken, who wears an alien costume.
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As one of the Grey beings stands up to go to the toilet, the chicken whispers to the others:
“Psst guys, I think Fred may not be an actual Starseed.”
The other beings around the table start mumbling.
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There is one more table called 'psychonauts'. The Stranger walks towards their table.
“Jo, wazzup Shawty,” greets the Stranger an old friend at the psychonaut-table, with a fist bump. “Long time no see.”
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“Whoa, it's YOU,” responds the Tiger at the table, with red eyes, smoking his bong. “Last time I've seen you, I was like in DMT realm.”
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“Is Burt anywhere around?” asks the Stranger.
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“He is sitting there in the corner,” responds Shawty. The tiger points at a traumatized racoon sitting in the dark corner.
“I have seen too much,” mumbles the Burt the Racoon with eyes wide open, like a scratched record.
“I have traveled too far... I have seen, what lies within the emptiness. Never again... I will never do shrooms again...”
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Suddenly the waiter taps the racoons shoulder, ripping him out of his thought loop.
“Sir... Do you wanna order anything?”
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“Do you have McKennaii?”
“Yes,” responds the waiter.
“Then I'll have 7 grams,” orders the racoon.
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The Seeker has a sudden thought and looks at the Stranger.
“What does the ' slash' on the tables, stand for?”
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“I don't know...,” shrugs the Stranger. “ It's probably to reserve the table at this inn.”
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The Stranger looks at all the tables, they are all talking and talking. Some are playing poker, others are playing dart, some drunks fight each other. Others talk about their identity or their favorite dogma. Some are showing off, how enlightened they are.
As they stand at the crossroads, they can either go Westwards, Eastwards and Northwards. Many have taken the western route, many have went eastwards, but they always ended back at the 'Red Ditch Inn' again.
The newbies, were unsure, whether to go west or east. The experienced ones, knew it doesn't make a difference, they would end up at the bar again anyway. Some were stuck in the bar since many decades, they had given up hope to ever find a way out. But few of them ever dared to walk northwards.
The Stranger sighs, as he looks around. His eyes flame up, he inhales deeply and climbs on a chair. With a raised voice he speaks:
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“When did we lose our heart?
We lost our heart collectively.
Did we lose it, when we were still cavemen? When we had to survive the cold winters of the ice age? When we hunted down the last Homo Neanderthalensis? Or later on, when the first tribes waged war against each other? Did we lose our heart, when we enslaved each other? Did we lose our hearts, when we dropped atom bombs, or when we caused our first mass extinctions...The crimes, that Humans do in wars... All of us carry the sins of our forefathers on our shoulders.
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We lost our hearts individually.
For the person it starts pretty early in their childhood. We lose our trust, when we are lied to. Almost everyone tastes the pain of Betrayal at least once in life. We are deeply wounded from childhood on. We learn early on, that humans hurt us and thus we become suspicious of humans. We learn not to trust each other. Because we are afraid of being hurt again. And so we close off our heart to protect it.
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What is the heart?
I am not talking about the physical organ. I talk about this part in your 'soul', if I may call it that. It's like the core of our 'soul', of our 'astral body'. The centre of our 'energy' or chakras. We are afraid to open it, because it's very vulnerable. That's why we protect it. We are afraid to open it, because we don't trust each other.
But unless your heart is open, you can never experience unconditional love. Its flame must be activated.
The heart is your connection to everything. The heart is what connects you to 'source', if that's the word, you'd like to use. The heart is from where our love flows.
We have cut off the connection and became separated from the ALL. We made love conditional. We split hating from loving, dislike from like and created duality. We became attached. We let ourselves be corrupted by the Ego.
Now that we have closed the heart, what have we done to the world?
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We turned the world into a place, that almost no one likes. We created a society, that keeps us in narrow boxes. We made the world a lonely place, for everyone to be in. Even in groups, we often feel lonely. We allowed money to rule over us. We allowed ideologies to split us and dogmas to control us.
We have so many different issues, that we just can't seem to overcome. Climate change. Wars. Corrupt politicians. Poverty. Starvation. Meaninglessness. Nihilism.
Where should we start with all that mess?
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With ourselves. That is the place, where the transformation needs to start. We need to evolve. One person at a time. Only then, can the collective transform as well.
We need to open the mind and the heart. To see and to feel. To be aware and to love. We need to find harmony within ourselves. End the inner conflict and find peace within.
Find your own truest path.
Let go of any limiting beliefs. Let go of any attachments. Forgive whoever needs forgiveness and apologize to clear your regrets. Find Love.
Find your light within. See your light in all people. Love your enemies.
Recognize the Ego, be aware of what makes it grow. Become aware of any negative thought patterns. Be disciplined.
Clear your own shadows. Face your Trauma. Heal your inner child.
Get free from all bodily addictions. Be free of fear. Be free of suffering.
See the beauty of all things. Find joy in every moment.
Surrender yourself. Follow the heart. Be proud and courageous. Accept your life and your story. Embrace your story, without being attached to it.
Find your purpose. End the Seeking.
Be your authentic Self. Express Love through your character.
Become Love.
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This is a possible path. And I just gave you the map. It can be walked. It was walked before. But it is a path into unknown territory. Only the bravest of you can walk this path. It's not for the faintest of heart.
You see, you all either follow the path of the left and go westwards or you follow the path on the right and go eastwards... But no matter how far you go, you'll always end up at the crossroads again. You never make any real progress.
What if there is another path? What if there's another way? What if I say, 'let us go north?!'”
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Some of the crowd are in shock. Some are laughing. Others are mumbling.
“You can't walk north,” says a crow from the projectors. “It's impossible.”
“Everyone knows, that the northern road is a dead-end,” says an awakened Caterpillar. “It's a waste of time going up there. You can't go further, than the volcano.”
A psychonaut horse laughs. “That will be fun. Can't wait to see their disappointed faces, when they walk all the way back down.”
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The Stranger continues undeterred:
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“Why are you walking the spiritual path?
You felt called to do it, didn't you? You felt something within you. Something made click. You understood, that there is a deeper truth, that you must find. There was this deep longing within you. So you started walking.
What were the first things, that you were seeking?
You were seeking answers.
What were your first questions? You were asking, 'What is my purpose?' You were asking 'Why am I here'?
And you have searched in so many places. But no matter which answer you got, you were never fully satisfied. Because it wasn't your answer. Because it was someone else's answer.
So you stopped seeking. Either you were content with some unfulfilling answers or you just simply gave up. When did you stop finding your own answers?
Dogma or tradition give us easy answers. When we are attached to them, when we build an identity around them, we become unable to find our own answers. But you can't end Seeking with someone elses answers. Only when you have claimed the answer for yourself, can the Seeker transform into something different. Into something new.
Just ending the Seeker, like cutting off a limb, won't do it. The Seeker needs to find their answer to the question 'What is my purpose?' Not one, they read from textbooks. Not an answer, that someone else can give them. When ONE has found their own unique purpose in life, then instead of 'seeking', there is only 'expressing'.”
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“I see that you are advanced,” speaks an enlightened owl. “However you are blinded by idealism. When you stare into the abyss long enough, the abyss will stare back at you.”
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“My friend,” says the Stranger. “I have not only stared into the abyss, I went to hell and back again to find my answer.”
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Everyone falls silent, the Stranger continues:
“It was always here on earth. Heaven. It was always within us. Take a look around you. There is beauty in all things. If you search for it, you can find joy in every moment. Look for love in the world and you shall find love everywhere. Meet Life with gratitude and wonder. Face your experience, like an adventurer faces his challenge. Express unconditional love through your very being. Because this is how we heal Humanities greatest wound: The scar of nihilism.
It has all become so meaningless to us, hasn't it?
Memorizing knowledge at school or college, that you'll never need in real life. This feeling of being stuck in life. Day to day, going to a dead-end job for minimum wage. Living an unfulfilled life. The shattering of broken dreams. The tears of our suffering.
You know, why everything has become so meaningless?
We let our hearts get cold. After falling, we stopped getting back up again. We stopped facing our challenges.
You see, after every defeat, Humanity always got back up again. No matter how tough the challenge may seemed, Humanity never gave up.
We have forgotten, who we are.
All of us are Humanity. You, Me, everyone. We are all humanity. You, the individual human are HUMANITY. You are the Rest of mankind. Because we are all the same in our essence. When you open your heart, then this is your name: 'HUMANITY'
Because you see yourself in every other human. This is the name of the divine spark that sits within all of us. It is the fire, that burns in our eyes. This is Humanity: An archetype of victory and an idea of unity.
Let me ask you a very direct question. If we all came together to do our part, do you think that we could actually clean up the mess we have created? Do you think we have a chance of not only to survive but even to evolve as a species? And perhaps write even greater stories, than ever before?”
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The entire crowd is silent. Most of them avoid eye contact. People start mumbling.
Then the crowd slowly gets louder again and the conversations on each table, continue as if nothing ever happened.
As the Stranger steps down from the chair, a monkey gets up from one of the tables, points his finger and screams:
“Look guys, this dude has ketchup on his outfit.”
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While the crowd laughs at him, the Stranger goes to the bar and orders two beer. While he waits, he rubs off the ketchup stain from his clothes with his fingernails.
People are looking at him and the Seeker. The Seeker can't bear standing next to the Stranger and leaves the tavern. The Stranger pays for two beers. 140 Pesos. He then follows the Seeker outside.
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“Wanna go already?” asks the Stranger while sipping from his beer.
“Those guys hate you now,” sighs the Seeker.
“Who cares?” shrugs the Stranger, while gulping down the beer in a single go.
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A couple of animals exit the bar. All the animals, that had no place to fit in. All the animals that didn't belong. A rabbit, a cat, a goldfish, a squirrel, a bear, a fox, a goat, a pigeon, an eagle, a chicken in an alien costume and a dog.
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“I will also follow my destiny,” speaks the eagle with determination. His heart is also activated.
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“Alright,” says a bear with burning eyes. “Let's try going north... Perhaps this is how we'll finally get to Axis Mundi.”
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“Going north... that sounds fun,” says the smiling fox. “Let's see how far, we'll come.”
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“We are all gonna die anyway,” sighs the pessimistic goat.
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“I never tried going north before,” contemplates the curious pigeon.
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“10 bucks, that I am first at the top of the volcano,” bets the black cat, while looking at her claws.
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“Deal,” agrees the dog, while hunting his own tail.
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The rabbit thinks about the taste of carrots. She is hungry.
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The squirrel is simply happy and excited for the new adventure. She can't stop dancing.
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The goldfish has no idea, what he's actually doing. He just rolls around in a plastic bag.
“I... I will also walk my path,” speaks up the brave chicken in an alien costume. For the first time, the chickens eyes start burning.
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Together, the new group of friends are traveling the northern road. Towards the volcano. As the sunset illuminates their backs, the animals start singing a new song. A song of excitement, of wonder and of bravery. A song, that goes something like: “We have found a way.”
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TO BE CONTINUED
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As the Mysterious Stranger and the Seeker leave the old castle behind, they continue on the snow-covered path. A path appears on the right side, following parallel to their own. The two paths merge into one, which leads towards a volcano. As they progress, another parallel path from the left side merges as well with the current one.
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In the distance, the Seeker spots a building, where the path tilts uphill. A sign points at a crossroad. An intersection, between realms. The crossroads, where all timelines meet up: Where the westward and the eastward paths meets the northern road.
Where the paths meet, stands a tavern. The lights are on. The chimney is smoking. A sign shows its name:
'The Red Ditch Inn'
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“Wanna get something to drink,” asks the Stranger the Seeker.
“Sure, why not,” accepts the Seeker.
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Before he opens the door knob, the Stranger hesitates and speaks to the Seeker:
“This is the bar, where the timelines of our souls meet up. This is the crossing of our life-paths, the intersection of fate. Be prepared, for what happens next.”
The Seeker and the Stranger walk into the building. As they open the door, they are started by the loud conversations. The inn is full. Many tables with different animals of all species.
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The table in the center of the bar, has a label saying: 'Spirituality'
Around that table sit all kinds of different birds and animals. Pigeons, squirrels, Reptiles, cats, dogs, wolves, foxes, crows, mice, sloths. They are mostly talking about crystals and past lives.
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There was a table, which said: 'astralprojection'. There sat an old bear, who carries many scars, wounded by countless battles, teaching young bear cups, who attentively listen to their elders. Some are making notes.
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Next to it, is a table with a label saying: 'Enlightenment'
There sit some parrots all repeating the same mantra in unison:
“BEFORE ENLIGHTENMENT CHOP WOOD CARRY WATER, AFTER ENLIGHTENMENT CHOP WOOD CARRY WATER.”
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There is another table, called: 'Awakened'
There sit a caterpillar, a spider, a scorpion and an eagle.
“You have an Ego,” shouts the caterpillar at the spider, pointing his finger.
“No, you have an Ego,” shouts the spider back at the caterpillar.
“You both have an Ego,” accuses the scorpion both the caterpillar and the spider.
“Hey,” shouts the bird. “I am the eagle here!”
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Next to it, is the table of 'nonduality'. The chairs are completely empty. There is no one here.
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On the other side there is another table with many different birds and mammals, some more exotic animals from all around the world. The label says 'Soulnexus'. There is someone constantly screaming at the top of their lungs:
“I AM A PROFFESIONAL PSYCHIC READER WITH 14 YEARS OF EXPERIENCE!”
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One table next to it is called 'starseeds'. The people sitting there do not look like animals, but like strange aliens. Some small and green beings, others big and gray, some with fur, some with scales, some humanoid. They were mostly talking about the past, exchanging some old memories. Among them is a chicken, who wears an alien costume.
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As one of the Grey beings stands up to go to the toilet, the chicken whispers to the others:
“Psst guys, I think Fred may not be an actual Starseed.”
The other beings around the table start mumbling.
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There is one more table called 'psychonauts'. The Stranger walks towards their table.
“Jo, wazzup Shawty,” greets the Stranger an old friend at the psychonaut-table, with a fist bump. “Long time no see.”
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“Whoa, it's YOU,” responds the Tiger at the table, with red eyes, smoking his bong. “Last time I've seen you, I was like in DMT realm.”
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“Is Burt anywhere around?” asks the Stranger.
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“He is sitting there in the corner,” responds Shawty. The tiger points at a traumatized racoon sitting in the dark corner.
“I have seen too much,” mumbles the Burt the Racoon with eyes wide open, like a scratched record.
“I have traveled too far... I have seen, what lies within the emptiness. Never again... I will never do shrooms again...”
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Suddenly the waiter taps the racoons shoulder, ripping him out of his thought loop.
“Sir... Do you wanna order anything?”
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“Do you have McKennaii?”
“Yes,” responds the waiter.
“Then I'll have 7 grams,” orders the racoon.
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The Seeker has a sudden thought and looks at the Stranger.
“What does the ' slash' on the tables, stand for?”
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“I don't know...,” shrugs the Stranger. “ It's probably to reserve the table at this inn.”
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The Stranger looks at all the tables, they are all talking and talking. Some are playing poker, others are playing dart, some drunks fight each other. Others talk about their identity or their favorite dogma. Some are showing off, how enlightened they are.
As they stand at the crossroads, they can either go Westwards, Eastwards and Northwards. Many have taken the western route, many have went eastwards, but they always ended back at the 'Red Ditch Inn' again.
The newbies, were unsure, whether to go west or east. The experienced ones, knew it doesn't make a difference, they would end up at the bar again anyway. Some were stuck in the bar since many decades, they had given up hope to ever find a way out. But few of them ever dared to walk northwards.
The Stranger sighs, as he looks around. His eyes flame up, he inhales deeply and climbs on a chair. With a raised voice he speaks:
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“When did we lose our heart?
We lost our heart collectively.
Did we lose it, when we were still cavemen? When we had to survive the cold winters of the ice age? When we hunted down the last Homo Neanderthalensis? Or later on, when the first tribes waged war against each other? Did we lose our heart, when we enslaved each other? Did we lose our hearts, when we dropped atom bombs, or when we caused our first mass extinctions...The crimes, that Humans do in wars... All of us carry the sins of our forefathers on our shoulders.
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We lost our hearts individually.
For the person it starts pretty early in their childhood. We lose our trust, when we are lied to. Almost everyone tastes the pain of Betrayal at least once in life. We are deeply wounded from childhood on. We learn early on, that humans hurt us and thus we become suspicious of humans. We learn not to trust each other. Because we are afraid of being hurt again. And so we close off our heart to protect it.
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What is the heart?
I am not talking about the physical organ. I talk about this part in your 'soul', if I may call it that. It's like the core of our 'soul', of our 'astral body'. The centre of our 'energy' or chakras. We are afraid to open it, because it's very vulnerable. That's why we protect it. We are afraid to open it, because we don't trust each other.
But unless your heart is open, you can never experience unconditional love. Its flame must be activated.
The heart is your connection to everything. The heart is what connects you to 'source', if that's the word, you'd like to use. The heart is from where our love flows.
We have cut off the connection and became separated from the ALL. We made love conditional. We split hating from loving, dislike from like and created duality. We became attached. We let ourselves be corrupted by the Ego.
Now that we have closed the heart, what have we done to the world?
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We turned the world into a place, that almost no one likes. We created a society, that keeps us in narrow boxes. We made the world a lonely place, for everyone to be in. Even in groups, we often feel lonely. We allowed money to rule over us. We allowed ideologies to split us and dogmas to control us.
We have so many different issues, that we just can't seem to overcome. Climate change. Wars. Corrupt politicians. Poverty. Starvation. Meaninglessness. Nihilism.
Where should we start with all that mess?
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With ourselves. That is the place, where the transformation needs to start. We need to evolve. One person at a time. Only then, can the collective transform as well.
We need to open the mind and the heart. To see and to feel. To be aware and to love. We need to find harmony within ourselves. End the inner conflict and find peace within.
Find your own truest path.
Let go of any limiting beliefs. Let go of any attachments. Forgive whoever needs forgiveness and apologize to clear your regrets. Find Love.
Find your light within. See your light in all people. Love your enemies.
Recognize the Ego, be aware of what makes it grow. Become aware of any negative thought patterns. Be disciplined.
Clear your own shadows. Face your Trauma. Heal your inner child.
Get free from all bodily addictions. Be free of fear. Be free of suffering.
See the beauty of all things. Find joy in every moment.
Surrender yourself. Follow the heart. Be proud and courageous. Accept your life and your story. Embrace your story, without being attached to it.
Find your purpose. End the Seeking.
Be your authentic Self. Express Love through your character.
Become Love.
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This is a possible path. And I just gave you the map. It can be walked. It was walked before. But it is a path into unknown territory. Only the bravest of you can walk this path. It's not for the faintest of heart.
You see, you all either follow the path of the left and go westwards or you follow the path on the right and go eastwards... But no matter how far you go, you'll always end up at the crossroads again. You never make any real progress.
What if there is another path? What if there's another way? What if I say, 'let us go north?!'”
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Some of the crowd are in shock. Some are laughing. Others are mumbling.
“You can't walk north,” says a crow from the projectors. “It's impossible.”
“Everyone knows, that the northern road is a dead-end,” says an awakened Caterpillar. “It's a waste of time going up there. You can't go further, than the volcano.”
A psychonaut horse laughs. “That will be fun. Can't wait to see their disappointed faces, when they walk all the way back down.”
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The Stranger continues undeterred:
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“Why are you walking the spiritual path?
You felt called to do it, didn't you? You felt something within you. Something made click. You understood, that there is a deeper truth, that you must find. There was this deep longing within you. So you started walking.
What were the first things, that you were seeking?
You were seeking answers.
What were your first questions? You were asking, 'What is my purpose?' You were asking 'Why am I here'?
And you have searched in so many places. But no matter which answer you got, you were never fully satisfied. Because it wasn't your answer. Because it was someone else's answer.
So you stopped seeking. Either you were content with some unfulfilling answers or you just simply gave up. When did you stop finding your own answers?
Dogma or tradition give us easy answers. When we are attached to them, when we build an identity around them, we become unable to find our own answers. But you can't end Seeking with someone elses answers. Only when you have claimed the answer for yourself, can the Seeker transform into something different. Into something new.
Just ending the Seeker, like cutting off a limb, won't do it. The Seeker needs to find their answer to the question 'What is my purpose?' Not one, they read from textbooks. Not an answer, that someone else can give them. When ONE has found their own unique purpose in life, then instead of 'seeking', there is only 'expressing'.”
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“I see that you are advanced,” speaks an enlightened owl. “However you are blinded by idealism. When you stare into the abyss long enough, the abyss will stare back at you.”
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“My friend,” says the Stranger. “I have not only stared into the abyss, I went to hell and back again to find my answer.”
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Everyone falls silent, the Stranger continues:
“It was always here on earth. Heaven. It was always within us. Take a look around you. There is beauty in all things. If you search for it, you can find joy in every moment. Look for love in the world and you shall find love everywhere. Meet Life with gratitude and wonder. Face your experience, like an adventurer faces his challenge. Express unconditional love through your very being. Because this is how we heal Humanities greatest wound: The scar of nihilism.
It has all become so meaningless to us, hasn't it?
Memorizing knowledge at school or college, that you'll never need in real life. This feeling of being stuck in life. Day to day, going to a dead-end job for minimum wage. Living an unfulfilled life. The shattering of broken dreams. The tears of our suffering.
You know, why everything has become so meaningless?
We let our hearts get cold. After falling, we stopped getting back up again. We stopped facing our challenges.
You see, after every defeat, Humanity always got back up again. No matter how tough the challenge may seemed, Humanity never gave up.
We have forgotten, who we are.
All of us are Humanity. You, Me, everyone. We are all humanity. You, the individual human are HUMANITY. You are the Rest of mankind. Because we are all the same in our essence. When you open your heart, then this is your name: 'HUMANITY'
Because you see yourself in every other human. This is the name of the divine spark that sits within all of us. It is the fire, that burns in our eyes. This is Humanity: An archetype of victory and an idea of unity.
Let me ask you a very direct question. If we all came together to do our part, do you think that we could actually clean up the mess we have created? Do you think we have a chance of not only to survive but even to evolve as a species? And perhaps write even greater stories, than ever before?”
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The entire crowd is silent. Most of them avoid eye contact. People start mumbling.
Then the crowd slowly gets louder again and the conversations on each table, continue as if nothing ever happened.
As the Stranger steps down from the chair, a monkey gets up from one of the tables, points his finger and screams:
“Look guys, this dude has ketchup on his outfit.”
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While the crowd laughs at him, the Stranger goes to the bar and orders two beer. While he waits, he rubs off the ketchup stain from his clothes with his fingernails.
People are looking at him and the Seeker. The Seeker can't bear standing next to the Stranger and leaves the tavern. The Stranger pays for two beers. 140 Pesos. He then follows the Seeker outside.
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“Wanna go already?” asks the Stranger while sipping from his beer.
“Those guys hate you now,” sighs the Seeker.
“Who cares?” shrugs the Stranger, while gulping down the beer in a single go.
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A couple of animals exit the bar. All the animals, that had no place to fit in. All the animals that didn't belong. A rabbit, a cat, a goldfish, a squirrel, a bear, a fox, a goat, a pigeon, an eagle, a chicken in an alien costume and a dog.
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“I will also follow my destiny,” speaks the eagle with determination. His heart is also activated.
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“Alright,” says a bear with burning eyes. “Let's try going north... Perhaps this is how we'll finally get to Axis Mundi.”
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“Going north... that sounds fun,” says the smiling fox. “Let's see how far, we'll come.”
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“We are all gonna die anyway,” sighs the pessimistic goat.
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“I never tried going north before,” contemplates the curious pigeon.
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“10 bucks, that I am first at the top of the volcano,” bets the black cat, while looking at her claws.
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“Deal,” agrees the dog, while hunting his own tail.
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The rabbit thinks about the taste of carrots. She is hungry.
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The squirrel is simply happy and excited for the new adventure. She can't stop dancing.
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The goldfish has no idea, what he's actually doing. He just rolls around in a plastic bag.
“I... I will also walk my path,” speaks up the brave chicken in an alien costume. For the first time, the chickens eyes start burning.
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Together, the new group of friends are traveling the northern road. Towards the volcano. As the sunset illuminates their backs, the animals start singing a new song. A song of excitement, of wonder and of bravery. A song, that goes something like: “We have found a way.”
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TO BE CONTINUED
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2024.05.16 18:41 Selandice3 I can't deal with this pain
She broke up with me after 4.5 years. They were the best years of my life and because I misunderstood one text everything has spiraled out of control. We'd had discussions in the past about my difficulty holding a steady job due to my mental health. I am in therapy for it or rather on a couple waiting lists right now. I misunderstood a text of her supporting me leaving a job for one better suited to me as I can quit that one without a replacement. The support was to get a replacement then leave that one. It's been a week since this breakup and since then I've had to contact the crisis line 3 times now. I have 6 pages worth of reflection I want to share with her along with giving her flowers. But she blocked me everywhere and has stated to a friend whom I had ask that she won't talk to me in a month. I had a proposal planned for later this year and now it is most likely ruined all because of my mental health and because I misread a text. I'm in literal shambles and want to reach out but don't want to push her away more or have her call the cops on me
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2024.05.16 18:41 IhaveZeroCreativity2 Why are people like this?
So this is part 3 of my story with a guy (M25) who I (M26) have been in love for quite a while and when we finally had a date it went horribly wrong.
After he told he didn't feel comfortable around me, I apologized for being too intense with him and I disappeared from his life. But then, after a week passed by and I was finally ready to move on and stop wondering how I could have made things work, this guy started reacting to my ig posts and stories again.
At first I just thought he was just trolling, but it kept going and I couldn't help but asking why he was doing that. He told me he felt bad for telling me all those things and that he still had feelings for me. I told him that it was cool for me and we could still talk and see each other.
He told he would be glad to be in touch with me, but he never demonstrated any interest. He never initiated a conversation and he just didn't put much effort when I tried talking to him.
Last night I asked him if he was really interested in me. I received no response, but he kept uploading stories on his ig. I told him that he was being very inconsiderate for the fact that he knew I was into him and that he told me he still had feelings for me, but couldn't even respond to me.
He didn't reply to any of my texts yet (more than 14 hours have passed), so I unfollowed him. I feel so stupid for giving such a shitty person that power over me and for putting so much effort in someone who isn't worth it.
Why are people like this? Why do they like to play with someone else's feelings that way?
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After he told he didn't feel comfortable around me, I apologized for being too intense with him and I disappeared from his life. But then, after a week passed by and I was finally ready to move on and stop wondering how I could have made things work, this guy started reacting to my ig posts and stories again.
At first I just thought he was just trolling, but it kept going and I couldn't help but asking why he was doing that. He told me he felt bad for telling me all those things and that he still had feelings for me. I told him that it was cool for me and we could still talk and see each other.
He told he would be glad to be in touch with me, but he never demonstrated any interest. He never initiated a conversation and he just didn't put much effort when I tried talking to him.
Last night I asked him if he was really interested in me. I received no response, but he kept uploading stories on his ig. I told him that he was being very inconsiderate for the fact that he knew I was into him and that he told me he still had feelings for me, but couldn't even respond to me.
He didn't reply to any of my texts yet (more than 14 hours have passed), so I unfollowed him. I feel so stupid for giving such a shitty person that power over me and for putting so much effort in someone who isn't worth it.
Why are people like this? Why do they like to play with someone else's feelings that way?
2024.05.16 18:40 Nassau_with_Skins [40/m] Here are my thoughts on chatting
What am I looking for?
GREAT QUESTION..I don't know and don't care. I appreciate meeting people from all walks of life and learning about themselves, and I think most people feel the same way. We end up living in this bubble where we want to get along/be friends with like minded people or in the same demographics. I don't want that. So my hobbies should have no bearing as to whether you message me or not. (aside from someone under 18, then don't message me).
Let's face it.....jogging,walking, hiking, gym, yoga... these hobbies are like resume builders for people that post on reddit or platform. Then, I talk to this person over and over and they do none of these things. So, don't lie about your hobbies! I don't care if you do or don't exercise but be honest?
In general, as a guy, I probably get the replies women do.... divided by 10. However, they keep me busy. In fact, 7-10 conversations is an overload to try to get know someone. So, if you see my post still up, I will make it a personal promise to see how we get along.
I am usually confident in getting replies but it being a random Thursday, I might not get many at all.
THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK
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GREAT QUESTION..I don't know and don't care. I appreciate meeting people from all walks of life and learning about themselves, and I think most people feel the same way. We end up living in this bubble where we want to get along/be friends with like minded people or in the same demographics. I don't want that. So my hobbies should have no bearing as to whether you message me or not. (aside from someone under 18, then don't message me).
Let's face it.....jogging,walking, hiking, gym, yoga... these hobbies are like resume builders for people that post on reddit or platform. Then, I talk to this person over and over and they do none of these things. So, don't lie about your hobbies! I don't care if you do or don't exercise but be honest?
In general, as a guy, I probably get the replies women do.... divided by 10. However, they keep me busy. In fact, 7-10 conversations is an overload to try to get know someone. So, if you see my post still up, I will make it a personal promise to see how we get along.
I am usually confident in getting replies but it being a random Thursday, I might not get many at all.
THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK
2024.05.16 18:40 Aqula- He broke up then I met and kissed a guy, now my boyfriend is back and I feel guilty
So we were in a relationship for 8 months and my bf broke up with me because he wanted to focus on his career, few days before our breakup he got so cold that he barely texted me. That’s when it was getting too much and he said that he cannot give this much time to our relationship when maximum we used to spend 2 hours in whole day which includes both texting and calling He broke up with me over text and I was shattered and furious at the same time. After a week I didn’t know what to do I just wanted to distract myself and so I started talking to a guy we met for a week in that we kissed. Then my boyfriend returned after 15 days and I still love him, but idk it just scares me that maybe he might leave again. I also feel guilty that I kissed a guy, I’m thinking to tell my bf about it because for him trust is extremely important and after this I might even lose him. Thinking about this hurts but ig I can’t be selfish and hide it, what if in future somehow he gets to know about this so want to avoid that. What are your views?
TLDR my bf broke up with me because he wanted to focus on his career and after a week I met a guy and we kissed. Now my bf is back and I feel guilty but I’m thinking of telling him as he’s pretty sensitive about mistrust/hiding things and I might lose him which makes me cry. What are your views?
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TLDR my bf broke up with me because he wanted to focus on his career and after a week I met a guy and we kissed. Now my bf is back and I feel guilty but I’m thinking of telling him as he’s pretty sensitive about mistrust/hiding things and I might lose him which makes me cry. What are your views?
2024.05.16 18:39 ALeXXBody Truenas Scale: Emby jail template
Hi guys.
Here is my first Jailmaker template that install Emby Server directly as a jail without the need of docker.
I created this because I don't really like the idea of a docker inside of a jail ( like running docker inside docker) and I'm trying have a set up that makes sense for me.
Emby is more responsive and Intel iGPU transcoding works without any additional installs or settings.
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Here is my first Jailmaker template that install Emby Server directly as a jail without the need of docker.
I created this because I don't really like the idea of a docker inside of a jail ( like running docker inside docker) and I'm trying have a set up that makes sense for me.
Emby is more responsive and Intel iGPU transcoding works without any additional installs or settings.
startup=1 gpu_passthrough_intel=1 gpu_passthrough_nvidia=1 # Turning off seccomp filtering improves performance at the expense of security seccomp=1 # Add additional systemd-nspawn flags # !!!Replace XXX with your network card!!! # MODIFY BEFORE STARTTING THE JAIL FOR THE FIRST TIME systemd_nspawn_user_args=--network-macvlan=XXX --resolv-conf=bind-host --bind= '/path/to/youmedia/and/config: /media' # Specify command/script to run on the HOST before starting the jail # For example to load kernel modules and config kernel settings pre_start_hook=#!/usbin/bash set -euo pipefail echo 'PRE_START_HOOK_EXAMPLE' echo 1 > /proc/sys/net/ipv4/ip_forward modprobe br_netfilter echo 1 > /proc/sys/net/bridge/bridge-nf-call-iptables echo 1 > /proc/sys/net/bridge/bridge-nf-call-ip6tables # Specify a command/script to run on the HOST after stopping the jail post_stop_hook= # post_stop_hook=echo 'POST_STOP_HOOK_EXAMPLE' # Only used while creating the jail distro=debian release=bookworm # Specify command/script to run IN THE JAIL before the first start # Useful to install packages on top of the base rootfs # NOTE: this script will run in the host networking namespace and # ignores all systemd_nspawn_user_args such as bind mounts initial_setup=#!/usbin/bash set -euo pipefail apt-get update && apt-get -y install wget nano mkdir /home/embyserve && cd /home/embyserver wget https://github.com/MediaBrowseEmby.Releases/releases/download/4.8.6.0/emby-server-deb_4.8.6.0_amd64.deb dpkg -i emby-server-deb_4.8.6.0_amd64.deb rm -r /home/embyserver # Usually no need to change systemd_run_default_args systemd_run_default_args=--collect --property=Delegate=yes --property=RestartForceExitStatus=133 --property=SuccessExitStatus=133 --property=TasksMax=infinity --property=Type=notify --setenv=SYSTEMD_NSPAWN_LOCK=0 --property=KillMode=mixed # Usually no need to change systemd_nspawn_default_args systemd_nspawn_default_args=--bind-ro=/sys/module --boot --inaccessible=/sys/module/apparmor --quiet --keep-unitTo install Nvidia drivers you can use this commands inside the created jail:
apt install dirmngr ca-certificates software-properties-common apt-transport-https dkms curl -y curl -fSsL https://developer.download.nvidia.com/compute/cuda/repos/debian12/x86_64/3bf863cc.pub sudo gpg --dearmor sudo tee /usshare/keyrings/nvidia-drivers.gpg > /dev/null 2>&1 echo 'deb [signed-by=/usshare/keyrings/nvidia-drivers.gpg] https://developer.download.nvidia.com/compute/cuda/repos/debian12/x86_64/ /' sudo tee /etc/apt/sources.list.d/nvidia-drivers.list apt install nvidia-driver nvidia-kernel-open-dkms cuda nvidia-smi -y
2024.05.16 18:39 DisabledAlexis AITA for attempting to reply with an emoji?
So I'm (25) in a long car journey with my boyfriend (28M) and for the past three hours have been listening to a podcast.
Not going to lie to you, I was kind of bored and begged him to let me put on some music to sing along to, as I tried to sleep earlier but he blasted the Aircon to help keep him awake.
Eventually he said yes but to two songs. While a song was playing, his work group chat popped up. Now throughout the journey he got notifications before this of messages, but decided now while my song was playing to listen to the WhatsApps (car technology).
I was a little pissed, especially as he hadn't done this with his podcast. I was also in a silly mood due to bopping along. I tried to press on the screen the heart emoji as a reply to send to the group chat.
I've never seen this man move so fast, it was ninja level. He said "Alexis no that's not fucking funny. That's my work group chat. It's not fucking funny I'm being serious" over and over.
The phone recorded his response with text to speech BUT thank goodness didn't send to the group chat (he made me check). He then put the podcast back on.
Am I the asshole for what I thought was a tiny joke?
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Not going to lie to you, I was kind of bored and begged him to let me put on some music to sing along to, as I tried to sleep earlier but he blasted the Aircon to help keep him awake.
Eventually he said yes but to two songs. While a song was playing, his work group chat popped up. Now throughout the journey he got notifications before this of messages, but decided now while my song was playing to listen to the WhatsApps (car technology).
I was a little pissed, especially as he hadn't done this with his podcast. I was also in a silly mood due to bopping along. I tried to press on the screen the heart emoji as a reply to send to the group chat.
I've never seen this man move so fast, it was ninja level. He said "Alexis no that's not fucking funny. That's my work group chat. It's not fucking funny I'm being serious" over and over.
The phone recorded his response with text to speech BUT thank goodness didn't send to the group chat (he made me check). He then put the podcast back on.
Am I the asshole for what I thought was a tiny joke?
2024.05.16 18:39 OkAmbassador2636 Put in our first offer, waiting for financing approval
We found a home we really like in our small town listed for 379,000. We were able to be the first showing and we were told there was two other showings lined up in the following days. After the showing we knew we wanted the house and we put in an offer for $375,000 and asked for the zero turn mower and snow blower to be thrown in. Offer was accepted only a few hours later. Hindsight we probably could've offered a bit less but we just really did not want to miss out on this home. We had 3 other showings arranged in the weeks before but those houses all sold less than a week after being on the market. The home was built in the 80's but has only ever had 1 owner and he meticulously took care of it.
Our combined yearly income last year was $170,000 our incomes due vary a bit but have been trending upward the last few years and we expect them to continue to do that. We're both hourly employees but I do a lot of paid on call and overtime and my partner is in construction and some jobs gets paid by sqft instead of hourly.
We have $25,000 saved for a down payment + closing costs My partner has about $15,000 in a group RRSP I have about $55,000 in total Investments plus I have a pension plan through my work.
We don't have a ton of spare cash which makes me a bit nervous but our closing date isn't until mid August so we have a few months to pad our accounts
For debts we have a $12,000 LOC that we make consistent payments on and my partner has a 50,000 vehicle loan. My vehicle is paid off
We're waiting for our mortgage application to be approved and this feels like the longest process ever. We haven't told anyone aside from our immediate family yet and decided we won't until the financing part is sorted. Mortgage Advisor says we should hear back end of this week or beginning of next and that's its only.taking longer because of the influx of homes selling right now.
We were pre approved for up to 500,000 (which seems absolutely insane) so we keep telling ourselves we shouldn't have any issues with this amount, but it's still so nerve-racking.
I estimate our monthly expenses to be about $2300 (mortgage, utilities, property tax, insurance)
So strangers of the internet, with your completely unbiased opinions based only on the facts ive provided, can you offer any reassurance that we'll be approved and this doesn't sound like a totally crazy decision based on our current financial sitatuon?
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Our combined yearly income last year was $170,000 our incomes due vary a bit but have been trending upward the last few years and we expect them to continue to do that. We're both hourly employees but I do a lot of paid on call and overtime and my partner is in construction and some jobs gets paid by sqft instead of hourly.
We have $25,000 saved for a down payment + closing costs My partner has about $15,000 in a group RRSP I have about $55,000 in total Investments plus I have a pension plan through my work.
We don't have a ton of spare cash which makes me a bit nervous but our closing date isn't until mid August so we have a few months to pad our accounts
For debts we have a $12,000 LOC that we make consistent payments on and my partner has a 50,000 vehicle loan. My vehicle is paid off
We're waiting for our mortgage application to be approved and this feels like the longest process ever. We haven't told anyone aside from our immediate family yet and decided we won't until the financing part is sorted. Mortgage Advisor says we should hear back end of this week or beginning of next and that's its only.taking longer because of the influx of homes selling right now.
We were pre approved for up to 500,000 (which seems absolutely insane) so we keep telling ourselves we shouldn't have any issues with this amount, but it's still so nerve-racking.
I estimate our monthly expenses to be about $2300 (mortgage, utilities, property tax, insurance)
So strangers of the internet, with your completely unbiased opinions based only on the facts ive provided, can you offer any reassurance that we'll be approved and this doesn't sound like a totally crazy decision based on our current financial sitatuon?
2024.05.16 18:39 Flimsy-Abroad2553 Does this guy like me or not? Please help!!
Alright so let me get down to it, I am 14 he is 15 and I have liked him since early March but have never spoken to him at this point only once in our design technology class we used to have together. Over the easter break he added me on snapchat and instagram and we have been talking everyday without fail non stop, over the easter break i was in japan with family so there was a time difference but we adjusted to it for the 2 weeks i was there. He'd ask me to send him daily vlogs of everything i'd do there and just to spam him so when he wakes up he has something to wake up to pretty much. Within the first day of us talking he had already started making silly jokes, my friend had said something funny so i put it on my instagram story and he replied to my text saying "oh just go text __" with a rolling eyes emoji as a joke. We had also talked about birthdays and I mentioned how his is in my calendar and notes and he said he knows mine too and called me cute when i said i have it in my notes. We have a mutual friend who had hinted to him to start talking to me and be my friend because i was too shy to and this friend had asked him within 3 days of me and him being friends if he likes me, he asked "does she like me (implying me) or does she like like me because i wouldnt mind either" he said he wasnt sure if he liked me or not because it was too early. Our mutual friend would tell me he would always say "oh we are young and theres no point of dating at this age" since he had one girlfriend previously and he is over it but is just tired of getting played with pretty much. Fast forward me and him and our friend made plans to go out together in London but she couldn't make it so it was just me and him, nothing was awkward when we met up we hugged and got on with it. He held doors open for ,e offered to pay for my stuff, offered me his food because I hardly bought anything (I don't enjoy KFC that much but he wanted to go so we did), we went to an art gallery together, he suggested we go on London eye together and if you don't know what that is it's pretty much a big ferris wheel. We were at a bus stop together this same day and we were talking about our favourite games pretty much getting to know eachother face to face and we held eye contact through the whole thing and we were both smiling. When we were going home on the train he asked me to sit opposite him which I was confused why and he wouldn't tell me why but I'm assuming it was to look at me because he didn't have a problem with sitting next to me at all. We were out until sunset pretty much 8 hours and we hugged when we went home and oh my god his fragrance was SO strong but smelt SO good and it stayed on me even when I was home. Anyway skipping forward to when we were back to school, I made him a gift basket with stuff from Japan and I gave it to him and he hugged me infront of all his friends and sent me videos of him opening everything and he was super happy with it. I told him the night before I was so so scared to give him it because what if he didn't like it and he told me he'd love it no matter what, i also mentioned how i tried my best with it and he said cute. We have matching bracelets which I suggested and he was fine with me getting them from japan for us, we have been wearing them everyday pretty much and everyone at school thinks we are dating. Now, the bracelets I bought from japan he complained it was quite tight on his wrist so I ordered us new ones, they are spiderman themed ones gwen and miles with a half heart magnet on each so when you put them together it makes a full heart. I gave it to him around 3 weeks ago and he was so happy with it, he walked past me and i said he looks zesty as a joke and he laughed and told me to shut up but said thank you once again. We play games together all the time and our main thing is roblox horror games we both adore them and it's so fun playing them with him and pretty much everyone teases us at school about eachother. Anyway, 2 weeks ago I got a dm from a girl at my school asking for my snap as she wanted to tell me something, in summary she accused him of taking his bracelet off around his friends and saying he was talking to other girls to cover up the fact he was talking to me pretty much embarrassed of me. I sobbed my eyes out and texted him asking to talk, he said sure and I expected him to text me but he ended up calling me, I talked to him about all this and he was shocked and proved it all false, at this point we had been wearing our 2nd pair of bracelets since he complained about the other but 1 day he forgot it at his dads house so we didn't have it that day. He said to prove to me he never takes it off he's going to wear the bracelet that is tight on his wrist and I thought it was so so sweet, we were on facetime for so long and his mum ended up inviting me over to their house and i of course went. Later that night I texted him saying i'm getting mixed signals off him and I kinda played it off as "oh we are friends and im scared u like me" so he said no he doesnt but i wanna think its because of the way i worded it, moving on i met up with him last period and our other friend pretended to drop me off and he said "heres your girlfriend __" and he said "ah thanks __" basically not flinching to me being called his girlfriend, we walked together and at this point i am also friends with his sister. We were walking and we went to his room, he let me do his makeup and he downloaded my favourite game (Final Fantasy 7) to play since I was there and we played a bit together, we played some minecraft too and it was hillarious and a roblox single player horror. I know it sounds childish but i really love these things, we ate dinner in his room and I also noticed he had a shelf dedicated to the gift basket i made him, literally nothing on that shelf but the stuff i bought him which was so cute. He also has a shelf dedicated to fragrances and he got me to pick my favourite and coincidentally was the one he wore when we went out together and i told him how it stayed on me all day and he said "good that means its good". Then I had to go home, I was at his home pretty much for 3 hours and I had to go since he had rugby, anyway when I was leaving I gave him a hug and I felt silly so i tightened it slightly and I felt him do it back which made me really happy, I said bye and walked down the stairs and I could hear it took a while for him to close the door which made me think he watched me walk downstairs and my theory was proven right when he texted me after saying how nice my mums car is. I texted him after thank you so much for having me over and he said i need to come over again and we said he could come around mine next time. Later that day I posted some pics I took on my story which he was fine with as he viewed them and didn't say anything. The next day he texted me during last period asking if i could take some specific ones down as his entire class was pretty much teasing him and he got tired of it, he usually doesn't care what others think about us and has literally told me that before himself but I completely understood as it was pretty much his whole class so of course I did and he said he didn't want people to think we're dating, I apologized profusely and things were back to normal, the day after I get a text from my friend and she asked if he was texting me during last period the day prior and i said yes how did u know and she said he had a baby smile on his face which made me happy. Anyway, since then it has just been pretty much mixed signals he said we should go ice skating together because i mentioned i never have and we are also planning to go painting in the park together next week. Earlier this week I think Tuesday? I curled my hair and i sent him a snap of it as we were planning to play together and he replied to it saying "Woah" and i asked what do u mean woah as i didnt know what snap he was replying to, we got on a ps party and i kept pestering him to tell me why he said that and he was making excuses saying he replied to my story but it showed up as snap and basically just getting nervous and bothered until he finally said "your hair looked very nice" he also complimented my necklace last week and i have only been wearing that and whenever he sees it he comments on it which makes me smile. On the Tuesday he also remembered what times I had my tutor so we planed when we could play which i thought was really sweet too. On Monday I sent him a lot of videos of me yapping and i said sorry for the spam at the end and he said "wdym sorry for the spam yap all u want" so then Wednesday or Tuesday I can't remember which, I literally sent him over an hours worth of videos I'm NOT exaggerating and it was of me literally just talking and he watched every single one and replied to them too and even saved some in our chats, he has tendencies to save random pics and vids of me in our chat. Today he was meant to do district sports for our school so he didn't wear his bracelet as he didn't want to break it but then last minute they said he couldn't go and i went to his form / homeroom and checked up on him and he genuinely looked upset which almost made me cry and i wanted to hug him so bad but everyone was there and i didnt know if he'd be okay with it so throughout today i've literally been sending him videos and texts to make sure he's okay now i'm just waiting on a reply. his replies are SHIT literally all his friends and his ex say this too so its not just a me thing. also is it a good sign if he introduced me to all his friends? over the weekend i was in a ps party with him and 3 others for like 2 days! He's generally a really friendly person nobody dislikes but I also think he likes me and literally everyone i tell about this says he does! I don't know tho because i really really really like this guy hes the first guy ive ever actually liked so i dont know what to do now :( Does he like me?!
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2024.05.16 18:38 Firefox72 In China The Fall Guy hits $62k in pre-sales for tomorrow. Massive flop with pre-sales at just 24% of Shazam 2's and 15% of D&D opeining day pre-sales. Heading for a $250k opening day and an $1.2M-ish opening weekend. Total projections at $3M. The Last Frenzy wins Thursday with $1.18M(-36%)/$76.97M
 | https://preview.redd.it/eu4znf0tgt0d1.jpg?width=690&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=d2b1b4870757d74c3b8d79e1ce60142a8cad175a submitted by Firefox72 to boxoffice [link] [comments] Daily Box Office (May 16th 2024)The market hits ¥30.5M/$4.2M which is down -7% versus yesterday and down -29% versus last week.Fall Guy is heading for a massive flop in China. Just $62k in pre-sales for its opening day is some of the worst numbers i've see in a while. Lower than The Little Mermaid($129k). Lower than Indy($170k) and not even close to the $258k of Shazam 2 or$418k of Dungeons and Dragons. Not unexpected but there were people who thought this could do $15M+ in China just a few weeks ago. Although that was before it got delayed out of the Holiday period although even that probably could save it looking at these numbers. https://imgsli.com/MjY0NDYx Being a Teacher loses its only province. In Metropolitan cities: The Last Frenzy wins Beijing Twilight of The Warriors wins the rest with Shanghai, Chongqing, Hangzhou, Nanjing, Guangzhou, Shenzhen, Wuhan,Chengdu and Suzhou. City tiers: The Last Frenzy back up to 1st in T3. Tier 1: Twilight of the Warriors>Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes>The Last Frenzy Tier 2: The Last Frenzy>Twilight of the Warriors>Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes Tier 3: The Last Frenzy>Twilight of the Warriors>Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes Tier 4: The Last Frenzy>Twilight of the Warriors>Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes
Hovering Blade dominates pre-sales ahead of its release tomorrow. Fall Guys non existent. https://i.imgur.com/406I5yd.png Kingdom of the Planet of the ApesKingdom of the Planet finishes its first week just shy of $15MHeading for a very poor $4.5M(-60%) 2nd weekend. Audience Figures: WoM figures: Maoyan: 9.0 , Taopiaopiao: 9.2 , Douban: 6.5 Initial opening weekend gender split leaning Male with around a 59-41 split. Women have however rated the movie higher by quite a big 0.5 point margin. Age wise its a somewhat balanced split all the way from the early 20's to the 40+ crowd. Ratings wise however its a U shape curve with younger people and older people rating the movie higher while the late 20's early 30's have generaly rated it lower.
The Last FrenzyThe Last Frenzy takes the lead as it continues to march towards $100M total.Heading for a strong $7.2M(-17%) weekend which will see it cross $80M total. Audience Figures: WoM figures: Maoyan: 9.2 , Taopiaopiao: 8.9 , Douban: 5.9 After the 2nd weekend The Last Frenzy's gender split remains in favor of Women with the same 52-48 split as last week. Women have continued to rate the movie more favorable by a 0.2-0.3 point margin. Age brackets wise it remains dominated by the 20-30 brackets but also has a significant portion of older brackets pulling 15%. It remains almost non existent with under 20's which make up just a 2-3% margin. People in their 30's have rated the movie the best.
Twilight of The WarriorsTwilight of The Warriors down to 2nd today.Heading for a $5.9M(-25%) weekend. Audience Figures: After the 2nd weekend Twilight of the Warriors remains faily highly rated. Still sways male with a 54-46 split. Women however have given the movie a more favorable review by a 0.3 point rating on average. Age groups wise it sways a bit younger than The Last Frenzy. Ratings wise its very consistent across the age groups with only a 0.1 variation across the under 20's to the over 40's. Scores: Maoyan: 9.3 , Taopiaopiao: 9.4 , Douban: 7.4
Other stuff:The next holywood releases currently scheduled The Fall Guy on May 17th, Civil War on June 7th, Inside Out 2 on June 21st and Despicable Me 4 on July 12thSome rumors suggest Garfield could release around Childers Day on the 1st of June. On the Japanese front Doraemon 43 is next on the list with a confirmed May 31st release which was expected as its right on the verge of Children's Day on June 1st. Haikyu!! The Movie: Decisive Battle at the Garbage Dump will release on the 15th June. My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom! The Movie will also release at some point. Release Schedule:A table including upcoming movies in the next month alongside trailers linked in the name of the movie, Want To See data from both Maoyan and Taopiaopiao alongside the Gender split and genre.Remember Want To See is not pre-sales. Its just an anticipation metric. A checkbox of sorts saying your interested in an upcoming movie. Not all movies are included since a lot are just too small to be worth covering. 520 Day(May 20th): The 20th of May is seen by many as an unofficial Valentines Day. Which means a lot of romance/drama coming out to make use of the date. Given its linked to a weekend this year many are using the chance to release as early as Friday to then link it to the Monday.
Childrens Day is more official with Children under 14 getting half a day off. It mostly sees the release of a few animated movies and this year should be no different with Doraemon releasing on the date alongside a local animation. There will probably be atleast a few more movies scheduled for that weekend including potentialy Garfield.
The Dragon Boat Festival lands on a Monday this year which means its gonna be a single day holiday linked to the weekend.
A few other noteworthy releases in June.
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2024.05.16 18:36 ThrowRA_593445903434 I (30F) recently moved away from my boyfriend (32M). My family and friends think hes a covert narcissist but a part of me wants to give him a second chance and I don't know why?
Recently I moved out and away from my boyfriend of 7 months. I moved in with a friend about an hour away. During the 7 months, it felt like a giant roller coaster. There were an insane amount of highs and lows. When things were good, they were really good, but when they were bad, they were really bad. It became very exhausting over time. On top of it, there were a ton of miscommunication, unresolved conflicts, him refusing to apologize or take accountability, him cutting me off constantly in conversations, not having my basic needs met, and resentment developing due to all of it. I spent months trying to communicate anything to him which always led him to being very defensive and shutting down. I was accused of creating problems and a bunch of "I didn't start anything so nothing was wrong or my fault" statements from him. If an issue was brought up and discussing it turned into an argument, he would physically become cold and distant from me for a couple of days after. In arguments he always spun it around about his abuse growing up, his abandonment issues, his ego problems, etc. It always made me feel worse for even trying to bring anything up to him. I always felt sorry and sad for him to have experienced so much pain in life. I eventually gave up on trying to communicate and shut down for the last 3 months of living with him.
Some other things that went on:
I am a full time student and I work on top of it. Finding time to do my school work without him pestering me became difficult. If I tried to do any homework at home, he would play a game or music loudly, ask me what I was doing, attempt to show me videos, etc (he worked from home so he was constantly there.) It felt like it was more than he could stand I couldn't give him attention 24/7. If I took my laptop to a cafe or the library, he was texting me asking me where I was and getting upset if I ignored him. It would blow up into arguments later on so I stopped doing that.
My job I worked second shift as a manager at a local store. He would constantly criticize it and say it wasn't a good job, the pay wasn't good enough, it wasn't giving me the relevant experience for my degree, I should change it, I should get a work from home job instead, I'm constantly gone at night, etc. I enjoyed the job because it got me out of the house and interacting with people.
He rarely cleaned. Dishes with food caked on them always left in the sink for me to clean up later. If I didn't, he would let them sit for days or even weeks. I would mention for him to do them but he never would. I always washed my own dishes and put them away when I was done. He would live out of a laundry basket mixed with clean and dirty clothing. He never vacuumed, mopped, picked up after himself, and constantly forgot to fill the water bowl for the cat and dog.
There was a bunch of other things too but those are just a couple.
The day I moved, I didn't tell him I was moving. I listened to my family and friends to not tell him anything. He was incredibly mad and upset with me. I was a monster, normal people don't just move out, a liar, a cheater, must be some other guy, etc. The person I moved in with is a female friend. I moved everything on my own into a moving van.
Since I moved, he has been making attempts to keep the relationship going. I feel vulnerable, tired, and exhausted. My brain has been extremely foggy since then. I feel confused and like I am having "withdrawal" symptoms from him. I have talked to to him on 2 occasions on the phone regarding everything since. He tells me he is changing and becoming a better person. He recognizes all the mistakes and wants to work stuff out. He even said he would see a couples therapist, even after he made multiple statements about how therapists give bad advice in the past. Part of my brain keeps holding on to him and I don't know why. It makes me feel sick. I have attempted to break things off with him and talked to him about how everything has made me feel but he refuses to take no for answer. He's like a totally different person.
I am not sure what to do I feel stuck, tired, vulnerable, and cloudy. I have never experienced someone like this before. My previous relationship were very different and ended on fairly amicable terms. Part of me wants to find out if he truly is willing to change and step up but part of me says don't do it.
I feel so torn on what to do?
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Some other things that went on:
I am a full time student and I work on top of it. Finding time to do my school work without him pestering me became difficult. If I tried to do any homework at home, he would play a game or music loudly, ask me what I was doing, attempt to show me videos, etc (he worked from home so he was constantly there.) It felt like it was more than he could stand I couldn't give him attention 24/7. If I took my laptop to a cafe or the library, he was texting me asking me where I was and getting upset if I ignored him. It would blow up into arguments later on so I stopped doing that.
My job I worked second shift as a manager at a local store. He would constantly criticize it and say it wasn't a good job, the pay wasn't good enough, it wasn't giving me the relevant experience for my degree, I should change it, I should get a work from home job instead, I'm constantly gone at night, etc. I enjoyed the job because it got me out of the house and interacting with people.
He rarely cleaned. Dishes with food caked on them always left in the sink for me to clean up later. If I didn't, he would let them sit for days or even weeks. I would mention for him to do them but he never would. I always washed my own dishes and put them away when I was done. He would live out of a laundry basket mixed with clean and dirty clothing. He never vacuumed, mopped, picked up after himself, and constantly forgot to fill the water bowl for the cat and dog.
There was a bunch of other things too but those are just a couple.
The day I moved, I didn't tell him I was moving. I listened to my family and friends to not tell him anything. He was incredibly mad and upset with me. I was a monster, normal people don't just move out, a liar, a cheater, must be some other guy, etc. The person I moved in with is a female friend. I moved everything on my own into a moving van.
Since I moved, he has been making attempts to keep the relationship going. I feel vulnerable, tired, and exhausted. My brain has been extremely foggy since then. I feel confused and like I am having "withdrawal" symptoms from him. I have talked to to him on 2 occasions on the phone regarding everything since. He tells me he is changing and becoming a better person. He recognizes all the mistakes and wants to work stuff out. He even said he would see a couples therapist, even after he made multiple statements about how therapists give bad advice in the past. Part of my brain keeps holding on to him and I don't know why. It makes me feel sick. I have attempted to break things off with him and talked to him about how everything has made me feel but he refuses to take no for answer. He's like a totally different person.
I am not sure what to do I feel stuck, tired, vulnerable, and cloudy. I have never experienced someone like this before. My previous relationship were very different and ended on fairly amicable terms. Part of me wants to find out if he truly is willing to change and step up but part of me says don't do it.
I feel so torn on what to do?
2024.05.16 18:35 RubberKut 14451016: Abu Dhabi, i met an interesting cab driver.
Dear diary,
It started normal, just a normal cab ride.. but during the drive, he was talking about interesting subjects.. the daughter of his neighbor and blabla (you can guess what he was talking about) and i don't mind. We can talk, I'm all ears. I only find it funny. To hear someone speak about something, especially when it's taboo. (It means he opens up.. he is being honest) He even has a wife. (yeah yeah, don't judge, we are all people here, many many sins are everywhere)
But then.. he talked about men.. I did not see that coming, turns out he is a little sinner himself. I mean, we are in a Muslim country here, gay's and having sex with men.. is not something you openly do here.. it's illegal. But he opened up, because.. i am friendly and you can talk about anything with me. I am open minded, not much scares me anymore, i've seen it all.. I guess he picked that up and he opened up. And we did had a nice conversation, he even thanked me at the end.. called me habib (a friend) and he didn't had to worry about me.. and he is right about that. I won't snitch, i ain't no rat. We all have our little things.. right? I don't trust saints, nobody is a saint. 😉
Even showing me pictures of guys dressed up like a girl and stuff like that (I was curious and i did ask for some pictures 🤪😂 All normal looking guys, i would not guess that they were gay, sometimes you can see it. But i didn't see it on him or on the pictures.) and if i wanted it.. i could have a guy tonight in my hotel room, he even offered me a little ride tomorrow, together with more guys in his car.. wauw.. lol , but unfortunately i am not into men.. I was doubting for a second.. 😅 (Because i am a sinner too and i do love taboo for some reason, because it's not allowed or it's just wrong... it interests me, i get triggered) But nah.. i don't like men.. I love the soft skin of a woman.. If he would offer me a girl... Then... Lets just say.. there is a chance i wouldn't be writing any entry tonight. (Told ya i am a bad man.. Madonna made a song for the girls, but it applies for men as well. We just wanna have fun. 😉)
Anyway.. i just find it interesting, to hear him speak about this.. It came very unexpected. I didn't expect that here. It's not like the emirates are known for the crazy sex tourism. (unlike Thailand, i am half thai..)
But to be fair in this hotel there is one guy who works here, who is obviously gay, haha.. i guess the emirates are quite open for it, not super tolerant towards it i guess, but that he is super gay, you can smell it off him 🤪😂. It's very obvious.
I don't know, i'm just confused.. I don't know or understand this culture yet.. I am more familiar with the Asian cultures. The middle east is a still a mystery to me. And i love mysteries, it's interesting.
What's also funny, a part of me does 'want' it, i am just curious.. because it's taboo.. but i have enough experience in life and of myself to know that i am not into men. I would not really enjoy it. So i said no.
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It started normal, just a normal cab ride.. but during the drive, he was talking about interesting subjects.. the daughter of his neighbor and blabla (you can guess what he was talking about) and i don't mind. We can talk, I'm all ears. I only find it funny. To hear someone speak about something, especially when it's taboo. (It means he opens up.. he is being honest) He even has a wife. (yeah yeah, don't judge, we are all people here, many many sins are everywhere)
But then.. he talked about men.. I did not see that coming, turns out he is a little sinner himself. I mean, we are in a Muslim country here, gay's and having sex with men.. is not something you openly do here.. it's illegal. But he opened up, because.. i am friendly and you can talk about anything with me. I am open minded, not much scares me anymore, i've seen it all.. I guess he picked that up and he opened up. And we did had a nice conversation, he even thanked me at the end.. called me habib (a friend) and he didn't had to worry about me.. and he is right about that. I won't snitch, i ain't no rat. We all have our little things.. right? I don't trust saints, nobody is a saint. 😉
Even showing me pictures of guys dressed up like a girl and stuff like that (I was curious and i did ask for some pictures 🤪😂 All normal looking guys, i would not guess that they were gay, sometimes you can see it. But i didn't see it on him or on the pictures.) and if i wanted it.. i could have a guy tonight in my hotel room, he even offered me a little ride tomorrow, together with more guys in his car.. wauw.. lol , but unfortunately i am not into men.. I was doubting for a second.. 😅 (Because i am a sinner too and i do love taboo for some reason, because it's not allowed or it's just wrong... it interests me, i get triggered) But nah.. i don't like men.. I love the soft skin of a woman.. If he would offer me a girl... Then... Lets just say.. there is a chance i wouldn't be writing any entry tonight. (Told ya i am a bad man.. Madonna made a song for the girls, but it applies for men as well. We just wanna have fun. 😉)
Anyway.. i just find it interesting, to hear him speak about this.. It came very unexpected. I didn't expect that here. It's not like the emirates are known for the crazy sex tourism. (unlike Thailand, i am half thai..)
But to be fair in this hotel there is one guy who works here, who is obviously gay, haha.. i guess the emirates are quite open for it, not super tolerant towards it i guess, but that he is super gay, you can smell it off him 🤪😂. It's very obvious.
I don't know, i'm just confused.. I don't know or understand this culture yet.. I am more familiar with the Asian cultures. The middle east is a still a mystery to me. And i love mysteries, it's interesting.
What's also funny, a part of me does 'want' it, i am just curious.. because it's taboo.. but i have enough experience in life and of myself to know that i am not into men. I would not really enjoy it. So i said no.
2024.05.16 18:35 The-Unseen-1 The awakening of the heart
 | Walking the Path together (Part 16)https://preview.redd.it/q2t74w3cft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=6285733a5de61d31cb31e1e4599c5952d230021dPart 16: The awakening of the heart . . As the Mysterious Stranger and the Seeker leave the old castle behind, they continue on the snow-covered path. A path appears on the right side, following parallel to their own. The two paths merge into one, which leads towards a volcano. As they progress, another parallel path from the left side merges as well with the current one. . In the distance, the Seeker spots a building, where the path tilts uphill. A sign points at a crossroad. An intersection, between realms. The crossroads, where all timelines meet up: Where the westward and the eastward paths meets the northern road. https://preview.redd.it/ickg0u2dft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=0b5fa4ecd9260473fd86ed9628198e80deec072d Where the paths meet, stands a tavern. The lights are on. The chimney is smoking. A sign shows its name: 'The Red Ditch Inn' https://preview.redd.it/otfmxareft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2760ab4c688b32d48af5f0cbea7366d959f7e78e . . “Wanna get something to drink,” asks the Stranger the Seeker. “Sure, why not,” accepts the Seeker. . . Before he opens the door knob, the Stranger hesitates and speaks to the Seeker: “This is the bar, where the timelines of our souls meet up. This is the crossing of our life-paths, the intersection of fate. Be prepared, for what happens next.” The Seeker and the Stranger walk into the building. As they open the door, they are started by the loud conversations. The inn is full. Many tables with different animals of all species. . . The table in the center of the bar, has a label saying: '' Around that table sit all kinds of different birds and animals. Pigeons, squirrels, Reptiles, cats, dogs, wolves, foxes, crows, mice, sloths. They are mostly talking about crystals and past lives. https://preview.redd.it/zqdv1ocgft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4c1694d005d7da80fd8b1fc276df1a1ad769cfec . . There was a table, which said: ''. There sat an old bear, who carries many scars, wounded by countless battles, teaching young bear cups, who attentively listen to their elders. Some are making notes. https://preview.redd.it/va2u53fift0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=121c7846772401ef62d3eb891d316b117e5e2a95 Next to it, is a table with a label saying: 'Enlightenment' There sit some parrots all repeating the same mantra in unison: “BEFORE ENLIGHTENMENT CHOP WOOD CARRY WATER, AFTER ENLIGHTENMENT CHOP WOOD CARRY WATER.” https://preview.redd.it/s8t5nhtjft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2b85904c62c3eaff4933e26776c32e54d396ca79 . . There is another table, called: 'Awakened' There sit a caterpillar, a spider, a scorpion and an eagle. “You have an Ego,” shouts the caterpillar at the spider, pointing his finger. “No, you have an Ego,” shouts the spider back at the caterpillar. “You both have an Ego,” accuses the scorpion both the caterpillar and the spider. “Hey,” shouts the bird. “I am the eagle here!” https://preview.redd.it/azxybwwkft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=da0ba38b819bb49ed950234d0ecc7b4557241ca5 . . Next to it, is the table of ''. The chairs are completely empty. There is no one here. https://preview.redd.it/5dtudmnmft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=95cda16a7f7bdcde14e1c6acca920861fdb7bc0a . . On the other side there is another table with many different birds and mammals, some more exotic animals from all around the world. The label says ''. There is someone constantly screaming at the top of their lungs: “I AM A PROFFESIONAL PSYCHIC READER WITH 14 YEARS OF EXPERIENCE!” https://preview.redd.it/htlx7t4oft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=58c13f3390548abf946c42949897a24f749a805f . . One table next to it is called ''. The people sitting there do not look like animals, but like strange aliens. Some small and green beings, others big and gray, some with fur, some with scales, some humanoid. They were mostly talking about the past, exchanging some old memories. Among them is a chicken, who wears an alien costume. . As one of the Grey beings stands up to go to the toilet, the chicken whispers to the others: “Psst guys, I think Fred may not be an actual Starseed.” https://preview.redd.it/x4onlblpft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=3e87edf7926dd1266a4cda563d8e80566d457440 The other beings around the table start mumbling. https://preview.redd.it/fo0eew2rft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=97bbefc05e0cc815df9b76543844a973b48bc4e0 . . There is one more table called ''. The Stranger walks towards their table. “Jo, wazzup Shawty,” greets the Stranger an old friend at the psychonaut-table, with a fist bump. “Long time no see.” . “Whoa, it's YOU,” responds the Tiger at the table, with red eyes, smoking his bong. “Last time I've seen you, I was like in DMT realm.” . “Is Burt anywhere around?” asks the Stranger. . . “He is sitting there in the corner,” responds Shawty. The tiger points at a traumatized racoon sitting in the dark corner. “I have seen too much,” mumbles the Burt the Racoon with eyes wide open, like a scratched record. “I have traveled too far... I have seen, what lies within the emptiness. Never again... I will never do shrooms again...” . . Suddenly the waiter taps the racoons shoulder, ripping him out of his thought loop. “Sir... Do you wanna order anything?” . “Do you have McKennaii?” “Yes,” responds the waiter. “Then I'll have 7 grams,” orders the racoon. https://preview.redd.it/x822pqvsft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=fc69a2b4b402b194f34ec41a34863f4328acf375 . . The Seeker has a sudden thought and looks at the Stranger. “What does the ' slash' on the tables, stand for?” . “I don't know...,” shrugs the Stranger. “ It's probably to reserve the table at this inn.” . . . The Stranger looks at all the tables, they are all talking and talking. Some are playing poker, others are playing dart, some drunks fight each other. Others talk about their identity or their favorite dogma. Some are showing off, how enlightened they are. As they stand at the crossroads, they can either go Westwards, Eastwards and Northwards. Many have taken the western route, many have went eastwards, but they always ended back at the 'Red Ditch Inn' again. The newbies, were unsure, whether to go west or east. The experienced ones, knew it doesn't make a difference, they would end up at the bar again anyway. Some were stuck in the bar since many decades, they had given up hope to ever find a way out. But few of them ever dared to walk northwards. https://preview.redd.it/zzrinpkuft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=7d651c126cb4ae30f944140c6da14421ebc94f2d The Stranger sighs, as he looks around. His eyes flame up, he inhales deeply and climbs on a chair. With a raised voice he speaks: . . . . “When did we lose our heart? We lost our heart collectively. Did we lose it, when we were still cavemen? When we had to survive the cold winters of the ice age? When we hunted down the last Homo Neanderthalensis? Or later on, when the first tribes waged war against each other? Did we lose our heart, when we enslaved each other? Did we lose our hearts, when we dropped atom bombs, or when we caused our first mass extinctions...The crimes, that Humans do in wars... All of us carry the sins of our forefathers on our shoulders. . . We lost our hearts individually. For the person it starts pretty early in their childhood. We lose our trust, when we are lied to. Almost everyone tastes the pain of Betrayal at least once in life. We are deeply wounded from childhood on. We learn early on, that humans hurt us and thus we become suspicious of humans. We learn not to trust each other. Because we are afraid of being hurt again. And so we close off our heart to protect it. . . What is the heart? I am not talking about the physical organ. I talk about this part in your 'soul', if I may call it that. It's like the core of our 'soul', of our 'astral body'. The centre of our 'energy' or chakras. We are afraid to open it, because it's very vulnerable. That's why we protect it. We are afraid to open it, because we don't trust each other. But unless your heart is open, you can never experience unconditional love. Its flame must be activated. The heart is your connection to everything. The heart is what connects you to 'source', if that's the word, you'd like to use. The heart is from where our love flows. We have cut off the connection and became separated from the ALL. We made love conditional. We split hating from loving, dislike from like and created duality. We became attached. We let ourselves be corrupted by the Ego. Now that we have closed the heart, what have we done to the world? . . We turned the world into a place, that almost no one likes. We created a society, that keeps us in narrow boxes. We made the world a lonely place, for everyone to be in. Even in groups, we often feel lonely. We allowed money to rule over us. We allowed ideologies to split us and dogmas to control us. We have so many different issues, that we just can't seem to overcome. Climate change. Wars. Corrupt politicians. Poverty. Starvation. Meaninglessness. Nihilism. Where should we start with all that mess? . . With ourselves. That is the place, where the transformation needs to start. We need to evolve. One person at a time. Only then, can the collective transform as well. We need to open the mind and the heart. To see and to feel. To be aware and to love. We need to find harmony within ourselves. End the inner conflict and find peace within. Find your own truest path. Let go of any limiting beliefs. Let go of any attachments. Forgive whoever needs forgiveness and apologize to clear your regrets. Find Love. Find your light within. See your light in all people. Love your enemies. Recognize the Ego, be aware of what makes it grow. Become aware of any negative thought patterns. Be disciplined. Clear your own shadows. Face your Trauma. Heal your inner child. Get free from all bodily addictions. Be free of fear. Be free of suffering. See the beauty of all things. Find joy in every moment. Surrender yourself. Follow the heart. Be proud and courageous. Accept your life and your story. Embrace your story, without being attached to it. Find your purpose. End the Seeking. Be your authentic Self. Express Love through your character. Become Love. . . . This is a possible path. And I just gave you the map. It can be walked. It was walked before. But it is a path into unknown territory. Only the bravest of you can walk this path. It's not for the faintest of heart. You see, you all either follow the path of the left and go westwards or you follow the path on the right and go eastwards... But no matter how far you go, you'll always end up at the crossroads again. You never make any real progress. What if there is another path? What if there's another way? What if I say, 'let us go north?!'” . . . Some of the crowd are in shock. Some are laughing. Others are mumbling. “You can't walk north,” says a crow from the projectors. “It's impossible.” “Everyone knows, that the northern road is a dead-end,” says an awakened Caterpillar. “It's a waste of time going up there. You can't go further, than the volcano.” https://preview.redd.it/xos6zkewft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2c34f29fe33c8e1687f58d780097aa96018acdf2 A psychonaut horse laughs. “That will be fun. Can't wait to see their disappointed faces, when they walk all the way back down.” . . . . . The Stranger continues undeterred: . “Why are you walking the spiritual path? You felt called to do it, didn't you? You felt something within you. Something made click. You understood, that there is a deeper truth, that you must find. There was this deep longing within you. So you started walking. What were the first things, that you were seeking? You were seeking answers. What were your first questions? You were asking, 'What is my purpose?' You were asking 'Why am I here'? And you have searched in so many places. But no matter which answer you got, you were never fully satisfied. Because it wasn't your answer. Because it was someone else's answer. So you stopped seeking. Either you were content with some unfulfilling answers or you just simply gave up. When did you stop finding your own answers? Dogma or tradition give us easy answers. When we are attached to them, when we build an identity around them, we become unable to find our own answers. But you can't end Seeking with someone elses answers. Only when you have claimed the answer for yourself, can the Seeker transform into something different. Into something new. Just ending the Seeker, like cutting off a limb, won't do it. The Seeker needs to find their answer to the question 'What is my purpose?' Not one, they read from textbooks. Not an answer, that someone else can give them. When ONE has found their own unique purpose in life, then instead of 'seeking', there is only 'expressing'.” . . . “I see that you are advanced,” speaks an enlightened owl. “However you are blinded by idealism. When you stare into the abyss long enough, the abyss will stare back at you.” https://preview.redd.it/dwfw2exxft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=f4a01cae5bb2c1d82c68ecbe3154896f35642262 “My friend,” says the Stranger. “I have not only stared into the abyss, I went to hell and back again to find my answer.” . . . Everyone falls silent, the Stranger continues: “It was always here on earth. Heaven. It was always within us. Take a look around you. There is beauty in all things. If you search for it, you can find joy in every moment. Look for love in the world and you shall find love everywhere. Meet Life with gratitude and wonder. Face your experience, like an adventurer faces his challenge. Express unconditional love through your very being. Because this is how we heal Humanities greatest wound: The scar of nihilism. It has all become so meaningless to us, hasn't it? Memorizing knowledge at school or college, that you'll never need in real life. This feeling of being stuck in life. Day to day, going to a dead-end job for minimum wage. Living an unfulfilled life. The shattering of broken dreams. The tears of our suffering. You know, why everything has become so meaningless? We let our hearts get cold. After falling, we stopped getting back up again. We stopped facing our challenges. You see, after every defeat, Humanity always got back up again. No matter how tough the challenge may seemed, Humanity never gave up. We have forgotten, who we are. All of us are Humanity. You, Me, everyone. We are all humanity. You, the individual human are HUMANITY. You are the Rest of mankind. Because we are all the same in our essence. When you open your heart, then this is your name: 'HUMANITY' Because you see yourself in every other human. This is the name of the divine spark that sits within all of us. It is the fire, that burns in our eyes. This is Humanity: An archetype of victory and an idea of unity. Let me ask you a very direct question. If we all came together to do our part, do you think that we could actually clean up the mess we have created? Do you think we have a chance of not only to survive but even to evolve as a species? And perhaps write even greater stories, than ever before?” . . . . . The entire crowd is silent. Most of them avoid eye contact. People start mumbling. Then the crowd slowly gets louder again and the conversations on each table, continue as if nothing ever happened. As the Stranger steps down from the chair, a monkey gets up from one of the tables, points his finger and screams: “Look guys, this dude has ketchup on his outfit.” . . While the crowd laughs at him, the Stranger goes to the bar and orders two beer. While he waits, he rubs off the ketchup stain from his clothes with his fingernails. People are looking at him and the Seeker. The Seeker can't bear standing next to the Stranger and leaves the tavern. The Stranger pays for two beers. 140 Pesos. He then follows the Seeker outside. https://preview.redd.it/j2e9vnjzft0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ecea680fc0e94cb3124a13ac41477df1d39b2197 “Wanna go already?” asks the Stranger while sipping from his beer. “Those guys hate you now,” sighs the Seeker. “Who cares?” shrugs the Stranger, while gulping down the beer in a single go. . . . A couple of animals exit the bar. All the animals, that had no place to fit in. All the animals that didn't belong. A rabbit, a cat, a goldfish, a squirrel, a bear, a fox, a goat, a pigeon, an eagle, a chicken in an alien costume and a dog. . “I will also follow my destiny,” speaks the eagle with determination. His heart is also activated. . https://preview.redd.it/a3aiy8i1gt0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=9e26ee09ac0142c51c2bb2a6de3f99ae7a5c2e20 . “Alright,” says a bear with burning eyes. “Let's try going north... Perhaps this is how we'll finally get to Axis Mundi.” . “Going north... that sounds fun,” says the smiling fox. “Let's see how far, we'll come.” https://preview.redd.it/ynk5op93gt0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=830f2ce5b0177352d9431948069c2d110c9981ea . “We are all gonna die anyway,” sighs the pessimistic goat. . “I never tried going north before,” contemplates the curious pigeon. . “10 bucks, that I am first at the top of the volcano,” bets the black cat, while looking at her claws. . “Deal,” agrees the dog, while hunting his own tail. . The rabbit thinks about the taste of carrots. She is hungry. . The squirrel is simply happy and excited for the new adventure. She can't stop dancing. . The goldfish has no idea, what he's actually doing. He just rolls around in a plastic bag. https://preview.redd.it/0r3gt6v4gt0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=c9c1f6f434ed6470394072cf8c8a56e2b43697ea “I... I will also walk my path,” speaks up the brave chicken in an alien costume. For the first time, the chickens eyes start burning. . . . Together, the new group of friends are traveling the northern road. Towards the volcano. As the sunset illuminates their backs, the animals start singing a new song. A song of excitement, of wonder and of bravery. A song, that goes something like: “We have found a way.” https://preview.redd.it/ejn0g3h6gt0d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=9b31e59f6fb6de3444b9c412470103e144e4cc71 . . . TO BE CONTINUED . . . for more content visit: We_Are_Humanity Find previous part Here https://www.reddit.com/We_Are_Humanity/comments/1cg7yqg/what_it_means_to_walk_togethe Find next part Here: . . START JOURNEY HERE: https://www.reddit.com/We_Are_Humanity/comments/17zwf78/the_seeker_and_the_mysterious_stranger_part_1_of_7/ . Checkpoint 4 https://www.reddit.com/We_Are_Humanity/comments/1cbhoml/turning_shit_into_gold/ . Special Bonus Chapters: THE ONE TRUE SEEKER AND THE QUESTION OF FREE WILL https://www.reddit.com/We_Are_Humanity/comments/1cnaanw/special_bonus_chapter_the_one_true_seeker_and_the/ |
2024.05.16 18:34 user07090 Wireless connection to phone
 | 2019 330xi and IPhone 12 Pro with iOS 17.4.1 submitted by user07090 to BmwTech [link] [comments] Had this car since 2018 without any issues connecting to iPhone. Out of nowhere, 2 days ago, Carplay won’t connect at all, and wireless connection via BMW Idrive drops after 2 secs. So far, I’ve done: deleted phone from the car, deleted car from the Bluetooth, multiple times. Rebooted phone, reset car (held down Volume knob) with and without connection, car off and on, multiple times. Attempted to re-pair, multiple times. Attempted to connect via CarPlay and IDrive, multiple times, after reboots / resets. Updated apps in BMW. Did all that ^ in every possible sequence. Contacted Apple, they told me not iPhone’s issue as IPhone is showing BMW is connected. The car is the one not showing the phone connection (or does very briefly in iDrive.) Contacted BMW geniuses at a local dealership this morning, and spent 40 min doing again exactly the same things I did the night before. No luck with wireless connection whatsoever. Phone connects via usb but as yall know it’s very limited, ie no Google map. Same Connection failed message appears every time. Finally he told me to bring the car in because he’s a software guy, but there could be a hardware issue. |
2024.05.16 18:34 AIntrigue Privacy concerns
Hey homeautomation,
I'd like your advice/opinion on the privacy concerns that home automation can raise. In today's day and age, where data is sold and transferred all the time, the consumer is left drowning in a sea of ToS-agreements and is responsible for their own protection of data. So I'd like to crowdsource my questions and hope I can leave this post with a bit more certainty:
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I'd like your advice/opinion on the privacy concerns that home automation can raise. In today's day and age, where data is sold and transferred all the time, the consumer is left drowning in a sea of ToS-agreements and is responsible for their own protection of data. So I'd like to crowdsource my questions and hope I can leave this post with a bit more certainty:
- How legitimate is the concern that a company is stealing your data? Sure, knowing when you turn your lights on and off might not be the biggest privacy-leak, but I'm sure that the combination of all those little data-points is (or could be) interesting to (in the best case) greedy or (in the worst case) malevolent actors. Can we trust GDPR laws (I'm European)? Or are laws too vague or slow to keep up with technologic advances?
- How can I maximize privacy? I know that working with local servers is an obvious plus. But is this truly safe? Can z-wave or matter signals be intercepted and decrypted? And is this realistic? What are my best bets? I'm thinking HomeAssistant as central hub, but what about other devices? Thermostat? Security cameras? Doorbell?
2024.05.16 18:32 steffanthemusician Wedding Reception Nightmare: Sacrificing Ourselves for Others' Demands
Our wedding reception planning has turned into a nightmare filled with disappointment and frustration. Despite our hopes of celebrating our love and individuality, we're being bombarded with demands from guests who insist that their enjoyment hinges on specific drinks, music, and guest list inclusions.
It's disheartening to realize that some people care more about their own preferences than respecting our wishes. We had to make tough decisions due to our budget, opting for a smaller, intimate gathering with only our closest friends and family. Yet, there's this expectation that we should invite everyone, regardless of how distant our relationship is with them.
It feels like we're being forced to sacrifice our authenticity to appease others. Who is this party for, anyway? Are we supposed to forget about our own desires and identities just to ensure everyone else has a good time? It's a tough pill to swallow, and it's making us question whether this celebration is truly about us or merely catering to the whims of others.
Perhaps I'm wrong. Perhaps I need to reconsider and find a way to better cater to the guests while still staying true to ourselves. But it's a difficult balance to strike, and right now, it feels like our voices are being drowned out by the expectations of others.
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It's disheartening to realize that some people care more about their own preferences than respecting our wishes. We had to make tough decisions due to our budget, opting for a smaller, intimate gathering with only our closest friends and family. Yet, there's this expectation that we should invite everyone, regardless of how distant our relationship is with them.
It feels like we're being forced to sacrifice our authenticity to appease others. Who is this party for, anyway? Are we supposed to forget about our own desires and identities just to ensure everyone else has a good time? It's a tough pill to swallow, and it's making us question whether this celebration is truly about us or merely catering to the whims of others.
Perhaps I'm wrong. Perhaps I need to reconsider and find a way to better cater to the guests while still staying true to ourselves. But it's a difficult balance to strike, and right now, it feels like our voices are being drowned out by the expectations of others.
2024.05.16 18:32 nemmoph Husband Wanted.
I’m aware that this is unconventional. Believe me, I’ve tried conventional – it didn’t end well for anyone. I require a certain open mindedness that I’m hoping I might find here, but more importantly, I need my future husband to know the rules. Meet-cutes are well and good on the screen, but they don’t guarantee a partner’s ability to follow basic instructions. That was my mistake the first time.
So, begging your pardon for my bluntness, I’m going to be clear about my requirements. Please read carefully – if you can’t meet them, there’s no point in going any further.
A sanctuary has stood in this spot in one form or another since before the ley lines. During its tenure, it has been flooded, put to the flame, and pounded into dust. Time and again, it has been reimagined and rebuilt. Most of the current building dates back to Victoria’s reign, though the oldest parts were constructed in the 13th century. At the very bottom of the garden, cut into the surrounding hills, there is a cave bearing handprints of red ochre.
There has always been an Edwards at the hotel, though of course we haven’t always gone by that name. You would think a family so tied to one place would do a better job of keeping records, but no one is certain of our origins. Perhaps it was a cosmic bargain, or perhaps mere luck – whether good or bad, I have never been able to decide. Either way, our presence is required. Throughout our spotty past, there’s a story here and there of an Edwards deserting their post, and it always coincides with a particularly brutal period of history.
I inherited the position five years ago. At midnight on my eighteenth birthday, my parents took their already-packed suitcases and left. I don’t blame them for their abandonment; I intend to one day do the same thing to my – or, hopefully, our – child.
They send me postcards and photos from time-to-time, always smiling on sunny beaches. Money isn’t a concern for them. That’s part of whatever mysterious deal our ancestors made – when a caretaker leaves in good-standing, they will never want for anything again. They could travel the world for the rest of their lives, always sleeping in the softest sheets and dining in the finest restaurants, and never find their pockets empty.
Keep this point in mind, for if you can meet my requirements, you will share my good fortune.
And what must we do in return? I can all but hear you scream the question. Why, very little. The presence of an Edwards ensures that the guests can’t stray from the hotel grounds. Most of our guests are live-in residents, though we do get the occasional walk-in. Where they come from, I don’t know, for we are not visible to most people who stumble upon our lonely corner of the world. I’ve come to believe the hotel chooses to reveal itself when its lacking entertainment, or to fill a need.
Jimmy, my first husband, was one such guest.
For the most part, the guests are harmless. They’ll give you a little fright from time-to-time, popping out from a wall or turning your bathwater into blood, but I find it hard to hold it against them. I’ve found twenty-three years here dreary; I can’t imagine how bored I would be after five hundred.
There are a few exceptions you should be aware of:
However, there are some rules so critical for your survival that I feel compelled to list them here:
She doted on him. I think he reminded her of her long-dead son, for she pampered him as if he were one of her own. Each morning, she had breakfast ready for him before I had so much as opened my eyes, and she developed a habit of trailing along after him, complimenting his skill as he oiled rusted hinges or set a crooked picture straight.
At first, Jimmy basked in the attention. But by the end of his second month, he was growing bored of Mrs Jones, me, and the hotel itself. We pride ourselves on our facilities. If you need more activity than a turn around the garden, we have a lovely indoor pool – it freezes over every now and then, but most of the time it’s perfectly usable. Our library is unmatched. Although the room is cramped, it has every book imaginable; you only need to think of a particular title, and it will appear on one of the shelves. And now that I’ve dragged us kicking and screaming into the 21st century, we have a wide array of streaming services.
It wasn’t enough for Jimmy. He wanted to go out – eat in a restaurant, watch a film in the cinema, see any faces other than the ones he was surrounded by every day. He began having a drink each evening. One drink turned into several, and after a few weeks, the bar became his permanent residence between dusk and midnight.
He wasn’t the only one getting bored. I had been thrilled when he first arrived; ecstatic when he agreed to stay. How marvellous to feel real flesh beneath my fingers after five years of only the dead for company. What a relief to have some assistance in the many tasks required to keep the hotel running as it should.
The more he drank, the less inclined he was to help – or even spend time in my company. He no longer visited my bed, choosing a room for himself on the opposite end of the floor. When our paths did cross, at best he would ignore me. At worst, he would nitpick or outright rail against me, blaming me for his captivity.
Still, I made an effort to be present whenever he frequented the bar. As lovely as Mrs Jones can be, she does have a tendency to nag. Before and after her death, she was close to teetotal, only consenting to take a single sherry at Christmas, and drinking outside of special occasions is something of a bugbear of hers.
“Think of your health, dear,” she would tell Jimmy brusquely. “You’ll miss it when it’s gone.”
Or, “How about we switch to a nice apple juice now? You’ve had quite enough to drink for one night.”
Most of the time, Jimmy managed to pull himself together enough to flash a charming smile and distract her with a compliment about her latest meal. But after one drink too many, I’d noticed him gritting his teeth and just barely managing to hold his tongue.
It was better if I was present. Playing the doting wife, I insisted on pouring his drinks, watering them down out of his sight. When Mrs Jones’s nagging bordered on relentless, I could always distract her with a game of gin rummy.
On his final day, I was running behind. The ghoul on the second floor – usually the least demanding of our guests – had come down with some dreadful illness, or else decided he wanted to inconvenience me. Either way, I had woken that morning to the foulest stench I had ever experienced. I followed it to his room and found every surface covered in putrid green-blank gunge, its consistency somewhere between mucus and vomit.
All day I scrubbed, taking only brief breaks to step outside before I fainted. By the time the room was restored to a passable state, and I had filled several bin bags to bursting with filthy rags, it was already deep into the night. Mindful of the time, I paused only long enough to wash the streaks of muck from my arms and face before racing to the bar.
I arrived just in time to hear Jimmy’s last words. After he spat them at Mrs Jones, she only stared for a small eternity, her mouth frozen in the motherly smile she wore whenever she scolded him.
Then, like melted wax, her face began to shift.
I shouted at Jimmy to run, but he didn’t need to be told. Before the words left my mouth, he leapt from his barstool and streaked through the door. Mrs Jones followed him seconds later. Her lips were already peeling back to reveal rows upon rows of long, wickedly sharp fangs, while claws sprouted from beneath her lace-edged cuffs.
I sprinted after them, but Jimmy was fuelled by fear and Mrs Jones by whatever force propels the Mrs Joneses of the world. I followed the screeching to the lobby. Breathless, I arrived to see he had arrived within mere feet of the entrance before Mrs Jones grabbed him.
Claws wrapped around his throat, she lifted him into the air. As I watched, her jaw unhinged, the lower part dropping so that it was nearly level with her chest.
That sight drove all the sense out of my head. Forgetting every rule my parents had ever drilled into me, I lunged at her.
She batted me away as though I weighed no more than a fly.
I crashed into the reception desk, the breath bursting from my lungs in a great woosh. I was certain that I would die, for no amount of effort seemed to force air back into my aching chest. At last, as my vision began to dim, I managed to take a small gulp – then another, and another, until I was able to draw myself together enough to regain my feet.
By that time, Mrs Jones had nearly finished her dinner. Jimmy’s chest was splayed open, muscle and shattered ribs protruding every which way from his flesh, and she was devouring the last few bites of his heart.
His head was angled towards me. The light had winked out from his eyes, but they still held his final terror – and an accusation which, I was quite certain, was directed at me. I would like to say I felt only horror, but I couldn’t help my sudden jolt of irritation. How may times had I told him to mind his manners?
Mrs Jones gulped, the sound thick and wet in her gullet, and dropped what remained of Jimmy to the floor.
Then she turned to me.
Here’s another rule for you, one which I hope you never have cause to use: never interfere with a kill.
The Mrs Jones who used to kiss my grazed knees, who argued with my mother for the right to read me bedtime stories, was no longer at the wheel. No amount of pleading or reasoning would move her.
I could only run.
Spinning around, I vaulted over the reception desk and raced for the office behind it. If Jimmy had not been out of his mind with fear and booze, he might have remembered the rules and survived; it was one of several staff-only rooms throughout the hotel warded to keep out unwanted guests.
Just ten steps from desk to door, yet it was the longest journey of my life. My hard-won breath burned my throat; my heart pounded in my ears, deafening me to all other sounds than Mrs Jones’s heavy, pounding footsteps.
Grasping the handle, her hot, copper-tanged breath was on my neck. Fire exploded in my flesh as she raked her claws down my back. A step further away, and I wouldn’t have made it; the pain would have been too great. But I managed to throw myself into the office and slam the door before crumpling to the ground.
Before I passed out, I heard her grunting and shrieking outside, furious that she couldn’t get in.
Three days I spent in the office, emerging only to feed The Thing in the Cellar before scurrying back to my hiding place. Whenever I left, I tried not to look at the mangled heap that used to be Jimmy. There was no avoiding the smell, though.
With no small difficulty, and the help of a first aid kit, I managed to treat and bandage the wounds on my back. They bled sluggishly all throughout the first day, but thankfully didn’t fester.
On the morning of the fourth day, there was a tentative knock on the door followed by the sound of rapidly retreating footsteps. I waited until they had disappeared down the corridor before cracking the door open. On the floor was a freshly baked Victoria sponge and a beautifully written note of apology.
It took every ounce of courage I possessed, but that evening I forced myself to go to the dining room. Mrs Jones was waiting for me, her eyes red-rimmed, a steaming cottage pie on the table. I tried not to flinch as she took my hand, re-iterating the apology she had already delivered in writing.
The next morning, she helped me clean Jimmy up.
We treated each other cautiously for a while, but eventually we got back to playing gin rummy again. When the scars on my back twinge, as they sometimes do, she helps me rub a soothing ointment into them. Even though I’ve told her it’s not necessary, she apologises every time.
So, you’ve heard my story and you have my proposal. If you think you could be the man for me, I invite you to visit. You will need to drink a cup of ram’s blood (a pinch of nutmeg makes it a little more tolerable) and light a black candle before bedtime. When you next wake, you will find yourself at our gates. As travel arrangements go, it’s hardly the Orient Express, but it beats the airfare.
If you have read this without flinching, if you can stomach the journey to get here, if you walk up to our door and find the nerve to open it, I have one more instruction for you.
Just as you enter, look to your right. You will see a deep brown stain on the lobby carpet. I’ve scrubbed and scrubbed but it just won’t come out. Perhaps that’s for the best. It’s a good reminder of what will happen to you should you call Mrs Jones a “nosy old bat”.
And when you run into Jimmy – as you will, for he still likes hanging around the bar in the evening, his silvery wounds glistening as though they had just been inflicted – don’t let him convince you he was some sort of victim.
He knew the rules.
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So, begging your pardon for my bluntness, I’m going to be clear about my requirements. Please read carefully – if you can’t meet them, there’s no point in going any further.
- Must want children. At least one child, anyway. I’m open to the idea of more, but one is an absolute must.
- Must be in it for the long haul. Until our child turns eighteen, to be precise. I understand that level of commitment is a daunting prospect, particularly when we have not yet met. After our child is born, you are welcome to ignore me, if you please, or take your pleasure elsewhere – though I will warn you that it might be difficult to come by. But you will live under my roof until our child is an adult.
- Homebody preferred. It will make the next two decades easier on you.
- Must have impeccable manners. I will provide a manual outlining the required etiquette, but you must at least have a grasp of basic courtesy to begin with. If you let your tongue run away with you, or don’t bother to wish your neighbours a good morning when you pass them in the street, stop reading – this is not the opportunity for you. Seriously.
A sanctuary has stood in this spot in one form or another since before the ley lines. During its tenure, it has been flooded, put to the flame, and pounded into dust. Time and again, it has been reimagined and rebuilt. Most of the current building dates back to Victoria’s reign, though the oldest parts were constructed in the 13th century. At the very bottom of the garden, cut into the surrounding hills, there is a cave bearing handprints of red ochre.
There has always been an Edwards at the hotel, though of course we haven’t always gone by that name. You would think a family so tied to one place would do a better job of keeping records, but no one is certain of our origins. Perhaps it was a cosmic bargain, or perhaps mere luck – whether good or bad, I have never been able to decide. Either way, our presence is required. Throughout our spotty past, there’s a story here and there of an Edwards deserting their post, and it always coincides with a particularly brutal period of history.
I inherited the position five years ago. At midnight on my eighteenth birthday, my parents took their already-packed suitcases and left. I don’t blame them for their abandonment; I intend to one day do the same thing to my – or, hopefully, our – child.
They send me postcards and photos from time-to-time, always smiling on sunny beaches. Money isn’t a concern for them. That’s part of whatever mysterious deal our ancestors made – when a caretaker leaves in good-standing, they will never want for anything again. They could travel the world for the rest of their lives, always sleeping in the softest sheets and dining in the finest restaurants, and never find their pockets empty.
Keep this point in mind, for if you can meet my requirements, you will share my good fortune.
And what must we do in return? I can all but hear you scream the question. Why, very little. The presence of an Edwards ensures that the guests can’t stray from the hotel grounds. Most of our guests are live-in residents, though we do get the occasional walk-in. Where they come from, I don’t know, for we are not visible to most people who stumble upon our lonely corner of the world. I’ve come to believe the hotel chooses to reveal itself when its lacking entertainment, or to fill a need.
Jimmy, my first husband, was one such guest.
For the most part, the guests are harmless. They’ll give you a little fright from time-to-time, popping out from a wall or turning your bathwater into blood, but I find it hard to hold it against them. I’ve found twenty-three years here dreary; I can’t imagine how bored I would be after five hundred.
There are a few exceptions you should be aware of:
- Eric. Our resident serial murderer. He claims to have been Jack the Ripper while he still drew breath, but I think he’s just a blowhard. He knows better than to harm an Edwards, but I’m afraid spouses are fair game. Years ago, my grandmother managed to confine him to the fourth floor, so you will be perfectly safe from him as long as you never set foot there. Occasionally, the lift will stop on that floor even though you haven’t pressed the button for it. Do not get out. Even if the lift appears to be on fire or starts filling with murky water. Wait for the doors to close again, then go to another floor. It should only take a few hours.
- The Thing in the Cellar. I don’t know what It is; no one ever has. We only know It eats rats and must be fed once a day. If I’m ever ill or incapacitated, this task will fall to you. Harvest the rats from the traps in the garden, then stand at the cellar door and throw them down the stairs. Do not walk down the stairs and do not forget to feed It. You don’t want to be the first person to see Its’ face.
- Mrs Jones. Old fashioned and a stickler for manners, she’s the reason I’m advertising for a husband rather than a boyfriend. She won’t abide a couple living in sin under the same roof as her. Really, though, she’s a sweet old thing. Full of stories about the war and always ready to help if I get stuck on a recipe. I don’t blame her for what happened with Jimmy at all. I’d warned him enough times.
However, there are some rules so critical for your survival that I feel compelled to list them here:
- With the exception of the fourth floor, you are welcome to roam the hotel and its grounds as you please. But you must never set foot outside of our land – not until our child is old enough to fulfil their duties. If I were to do so, it would unleash pandemonium – plague, peril, perhaps another world war. I’m afraid you would be less crucial to the fate of the world, but it would certainly be a personal disaster.
- Never look in the mirrors in room 33.
- I’ve touched this point already, but it bears repeating: never be rude to Mrs Jones.
She doted on him. I think he reminded her of her long-dead son, for she pampered him as if he were one of her own. Each morning, she had breakfast ready for him before I had so much as opened my eyes, and she developed a habit of trailing along after him, complimenting his skill as he oiled rusted hinges or set a crooked picture straight.
At first, Jimmy basked in the attention. But by the end of his second month, he was growing bored of Mrs Jones, me, and the hotel itself. We pride ourselves on our facilities. If you need more activity than a turn around the garden, we have a lovely indoor pool – it freezes over every now and then, but most of the time it’s perfectly usable. Our library is unmatched. Although the room is cramped, it has every book imaginable; you only need to think of a particular title, and it will appear on one of the shelves. And now that I’ve dragged us kicking and screaming into the 21st century, we have a wide array of streaming services.
It wasn’t enough for Jimmy. He wanted to go out – eat in a restaurant, watch a film in the cinema, see any faces other than the ones he was surrounded by every day. He began having a drink each evening. One drink turned into several, and after a few weeks, the bar became his permanent residence between dusk and midnight.
He wasn’t the only one getting bored. I had been thrilled when he first arrived; ecstatic when he agreed to stay. How marvellous to feel real flesh beneath my fingers after five years of only the dead for company. What a relief to have some assistance in the many tasks required to keep the hotel running as it should.
The more he drank, the less inclined he was to help – or even spend time in my company. He no longer visited my bed, choosing a room for himself on the opposite end of the floor. When our paths did cross, at best he would ignore me. At worst, he would nitpick or outright rail against me, blaming me for his captivity.
Still, I made an effort to be present whenever he frequented the bar. As lovely as Mrs Jones can be, she does have a tendency to nag. Before and after her death, she was close to teetotal, only consenting to take a single sherry at Christmas, and drinking outside of special occasions is something of a bugbear of hers.
“Think of your health, dear,” she would tell Jimmy brusquely. “You’ll miss it when it’s gone.”
Or, “How about we switch to a nice apple juice now? You’ve had quite enough to drink for one night.”
Most of the time, Jimmy managed to pull himself together enough to flash a charming smile and distract her with a compliment about her latest meal. But after one drink too many, I’d noticed him gritting his teeth and just barely managing to hold his tongue.
It was better if I was present. Playing the doting wife, I insisted on pouring his drinks, watering them down out of his sight. When Mrs Jones’s nagging bordered on relentless, I could always distract her with a game of gin rummy.
On his final day, I was running behind. The ghoul on the second floor – usually the least demanding of our guests – had come down with some dreadful illness, or else decided he wanted to inconvenience me. Either way, I had woken that morning to the foulest stench I had ever experienced. I followed it to his room and found every surface covered in putrid green-blank gunge, its consistency somewhere between mucus and vomit.
All day I scrubbed, taking only brief breaks to step outside before I fainted. By the time the room was restored to a passable state, and I had filled several bin bags to bursting with filthy rags, it was already deep into the night. Mindful of the time, I paused only long enough to wash the streaks of muck from my arms and face before racing to the bar.
I arrived just in time to hear Jimmy’s last words. After he spat them at Mrs Jones, she only stared for a small eternity, her mouth frozen in the motherly smile she wore whenever she scolded him.
Then, like melted wax, her face began to shift.
I shouted at Jimmy to run, but he didn’t need to be told. Before the words left my mouth, he leapt from his barstool and streaked through the door. Mrs Jones followed him seconds later. Her lips were already peeling back to reveal rows upon rows of long, wickedly sharp fangs, while claws sprouted from beneath her lace-edged cuffs.
I sprinted after them, but Jimmy was fuelled by fear and Mrs Jones by whatever force propels the Mrs Joneses of the world. I followed the screeching to the lobby. Breathless, I arrived to see he had arrived within mere feet of the entrance before Mrs Jones grabbed him.
Claws wrapped around his throat, she lifted him into the air. As I watched, her jaw unhinged, the lower part dropping so that it was nearly level with her chest.
That sight drove all the sense out of my head. Forgetting every rule my parents had ever drilled into me, I lunged at her.
She batted me away as though I weighed no more than a fly.
I crashed into the reception desk, the breath bursting from my lungs in a great woosh. I was certain that I would die, for no amount of effort seemed to force air back into my aching chest. At last, as my vision began to dim, I managed to take a small gulp – then another, and another, until I was able to draw myself together enough to regain my feet.
By that time, Mrs Jones had nearly finished her dinner. Jimmy’s chest was splayed open, muscle and shattered ribs protruding every which way from his flesh, and she was devouring the last few bites of his heart.
His head was angled towards me. The light had winked out from his eyes, but they still held his final terror – and an accusation which, I was quite certain, was directed at me. I would like to say I felt only horror, but I couldn’t help my sudden jolt of irritation. How may times had I told him to mind his manners?
Mrs Jones gulped, the sound thick and wet in her gullet, and dropped what remained of Jimmy to the floor.
Then she turned to me.
Here’s another rule for you, one which I hope you never have cause to use: never interfere with a kill.
The Mrs Jones who used to kiss my grazed knees, who argued with my mother for the right to read me bedtime stories, was no longer at the wheel. No amount of pleading or reasoning would move her.
I could only run.
Spinning around, I vaulted over the reception desk and raced for the office behind it. If Jimmy had not been out of his mind with fear and booze, he might have remembered the rules and survived; it was one of several staff-only rooms throughout the hotel warded to keep out unwanted guests.
Just ten steps from desk to door, yet it was the longest journey of my life. My hard-won breath burned my throat; my heart pounded in my ears, deafening me to all other sounds than Mrs Jones’s heavy, pounding footsteps.
Grasping the handle, her hot, copper-tanged breath was on my neck. Fire exploded in my flesh as she raked her claws down my back. A step further away, and I wouldn’t have made it; the pain would have been too great. But I managed to throw myself into the office and slam the door before crumpling to the ground.
Before I passed out, I heard her grunting and shrieking outside, furious that she couldn’t get in.
Three days I spent in the office, emerging only to feed The Thing in the Cellar before scurrying back to my hiding place. Whenever I left, I tried not to look at the mangled heap that used to be Jimmy. There was no avoiding the smell, though.
With no small difficulty, and the help of a first aid kit, I managed to treat and bandage the wounds on my back. They bled sluggishly all throughout the first day, but thankfully didn’t fester.
On the morning of the fourth day, there was a tentative knock on the door followed by the sound of rapidly retreating footsteps. I waited until they had disappeared down the corridor before cracking the door open. On the floor was a freshly baked Victoria sponge and a beautifully written note of apology.
It took every ounce of courage I possessed, but that evening I forced myself to go to the dining room. Mrs Jones was waiting for me, her eyes red-rimmed, a steaming cottage pie on the table. I tried not to flinch as she took my hand, re-iterating the apology she had already delivered in writing.
The next morning, she helped me clean Jimmy up.
We treated each other cautiously for a while, but eventually we got back to playing gin rummy again. When the scars on my back twinge, as they sometimes do, she helps me rub a soothing ointment into them. Even though I’ve told her it’s not necessary, she apologises every time.
So, you’ve heard my story and you have my proposal. If you think you could be the man for me, I invite you to visit. You will need to drink a cup of ram’s blood (a pinch of nutmeg makes it a little more tolerable) and light a black candle before bedtime. When you next wake, you will find yourself at our gates. As travel arrangements go, it’s hardly the Orient Express, but it beats the airfare.
If you have read this without flinching, if you can stomach the journey to get here, if you walk up to our door and find the nerve to open it, I have one more instruction for you.
Just as you enter, look to your right. You will see a deep brown stain on the lobby carpet. I’ve scrubbed and scrubbed but it just won’t come out. Perhaps that’s for the best. It’s a good reminder of what will happen to you should you call Mrs Jones a “nosy old bat”.
And when you run into Jimmy – as you will, for he still likes hanging around the bar in the evening, his silvery wounds glistening as though they had just been inflicted – don’t let him convince you he was some sort of victim.
He knew the rules.
2024.05.16 18:32 SpecialistLaw4642 Statement for lawyer
Do I have to give a statement to a lawyer about an accident 5 years ago
5 years ago I was walking home from school with a friend and she crossed the road while I stayed on the centre island, she got hit by a car and was in a coma for 2 weeks and the hospital for a few months We had an extremely rough falling out a few months after that and never spoke again
Out of the blue she messaged me asking for a witness statement 'for her lawyer' with some extremely specific personal information on that didn't make sense to me (address, ID number, place of work and all my contact info number and email address) My issue with that was she wanted me to send it to her which didn't add up in my mind because wouldn't her lawyer ask for all of this or ask me to go to the police station to do it ?
Anyways I told her that I would help if it was done through formal forms of communication not Facebook messenger and told her to tell her lawyer to contact me directly because I assumed that's how it should be done She got extremely angry by this and sent me an extremely disgusting message saying some of the most vile things and so I blocked her
Now I've received another Facebook message from "her mom" once again asking for a statement and quite frankly I just want to block this account aswell
Can I get into any trouble if this does turn out to be a genuine ask and I've refused do anything they ask.
Because ontop of all of this I can't really remember the accident, it was traumatic at the time but at this point its like I've mentally blocked it away and nothing I say I'll be able to 100% stand by
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5 years ago I was walking home from school with a friend and she crossed the road while I stayed on the centre island, she got hit by a car and was in a coma for 2 weeks and the hospital for a few months We had an extremely rough falling out a few months after that and never spoke again
Out of the blue she messaged me asking for a witness statement 'for her lawyer' with some extremely specific personal information on that didn't make sense to me (address, ID number, place of work and all my contact info number and email address) My issue with that was she wanted me to send it to her which didn't add up in my mind because wouldn't her lawyer ask for all of this or ask me to go to the police station to do it ?
Anyways I told her that I would help if it was done through formal forms of communication not Facebook messenger and told her to tell her lawyer to contact me directly because I assumed that's how it should be done She got extremely angry by this and sent me an extremely disgusting message saying some of the most vile things and so I blocked her
Now I've received another Facebook message from "her mom" once again asking for a statement and quite frankly I just want to block this account aswell
Can I get into any trouble if this does turn out to be a genuine ask and I've refused do anything they ask.
Because ontop of all of this I can't really remember the accident, it was traumatic at the time but at this point its like I've mentally blocked it away and nothing I say I'll be able to 100% stand by
2024.05.16 18:31 Inadequata There's no inbetween
Warning: this is a very petty post, revolving but not fixated on the release of Ubisoft's new Assassin's Creed game. If you have a life, stop reading.
Ubisoft, a western video game studio, has launched its advertising campaign for its new game set in Japan. If you are familiar with the Assassin's Creed series, you are aware that Ubisoft shits one of these out every three to four years, much to their awaiting fans glee.
Controversy however has been stirred up over not only the usual and predictable matter (the liberal fetishization of a character's skin colour) but by inevitably the same group of people who take this news about as well as Praljak took his cyanide.
This post is not about the rift betwen these two sides, which are if anything two halves to the same mass-produced industrial sized circle, but the lack of an inbetween in the leftist commentary. More specifically, how people who see themselves as socialists will deliberately bat down the most orthodox of Marxist critiques because they see in this movement, to portray fictional characters with different racial stereotypes, as a value of the progressive nature of capitalism.
To anybody who has any knowledge, even second hand, of the various critiques that are made, the argument is simple: Yes, Capitalism produces an impetus for the revolution of its industrial base and subsequently, in the process, liquidates the existent order (all that is solid melts into air), but the reality is that this progress is about as socially revolutionary as genocide.
(The Indian continent was swept under the boot of the British colonial system, ending if not totally then the domination of the feudal structrue that had prevailed there).
If you want a contemporary comparison, it is about as socially progressive as the Israelis bulldozing hospitals within which they've mass-executed Palestinians to build allotments.
But over the course of arguing, this comparison is not so neat. 'Socialists' will even forgo recognising that the very system which produces this gabrage, these endless stream of commodities, is one which shackles the globe to wage slavery.
They will posit, even in spite of this, in spite of the fact that they know full well what they are essentially doing is eating shit, that these trends, over the change of the mere content of these commodities, are a good thing. They are fastened, even in their resistance, to the system. The overlap then becomes clear, what these individuals essentialy stand in support for is nothing akin to the demands that the socialists were making a hundred years ago.
They would have it that the clock simply be turned back to the model of the socially democratic welfarist state which prevailed 60 or 70 years ago, whilst retaining what is about is revolutionary as a brand change in the commercial logic of production.
Argue with them, and you will eventually draw the point out: either they have understood the Marxist critique, or they have not. This adoption of socialist principles by these individuals online has become one in which an individual chooses the brand of their identity. The system of Marxist thought has been burried to history, and what stands atop it is something akin to Disneyland.
As a final note, I ended up two days ago arguing with someone, a 'socialist', who began to defend the pride movement on the basis that it was, again, socially progressive.
Them: "But Castro himself endorsed the pride movement in Nicaraguan media!"
Me: "Ah yes, Castro, notoriously the enemy of the CIA, who have come out even more triumphantly to endorse the pride movement"
Them: "You just wish to post pictures of Raytheon pride floats to engage in homophobia!"
Me: "Perhaps there is nothing inherently progresive about being a sexual minority. It is about inherently revolutionary as being Jewish"
Them: "No, there is nothing inherently revolutionary about being Jewish, but granting the rights to be Jewish is progresive!"
Ignoring the fact that, 50 posts before, I had summarised a critique of this position (the pride movement simply stands for the legal ascension of rights under the bourgeois state and not for the material liberation) I had to quite litearlly quote to them On The Jewish Question (1843) to make known not only the origin of this argument but the fact that it had essentially taken place 200 years before!
On the Jewish Question is such a key text to Marxist literature because it is the beginning of which Marx outlines his formal critique of the Hegelian Philosophy Of Right.
I feel like I'm going mad. You're claiming to be a socialist and yet you're expounding the most pro-capitalist sentiment possible.
But sit back and watch, as so-called socialists run to the defence of their bourgeois masters anytime a commodity with pretty pink colours emerges.
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Ubisoft, a western video game studio, has launched its advertising campaign for its new game set in Japan. If you are familiar with the Assassin's Creed series, you are aware that Ubisoft shits one of these out every three to four years, much to their awaiting fans glee.
Controversy however has been stirred up over not only the usual and predictable matter (the liberal fetishization of a character's skin colour) but by inevitably the same group of people who take this news about as well as Praljak took his cyanide.
This post is not about the rift betwen these two sides, which are if anything two halves to the same mass-produced industrial sized circle, but the lack of an inbetween in the leftist commentary. More specifically, how people who see themselves as socialists will deliberately bat down the most orthodox of Marxist critiques because they see in this movement, to portray fictional characters with different racial stereotypes, as a value of the progressive nature of capitalism.
To anybody who has any knowledge, even second hand, of the various critiques that are made, the argument is simple: Yes, Capitalism produces an impetus for the revolution of its industrial base and subsequently, in the process, liquidates the existent order (all that is solid melts into air), but the reality is that this progress is about as socially revolutionary as genocide.
(The Indian continent was swept under the boot of the British colonial system, ending if not totally then the domination of the feudal structrue that had prevailed there).
If you want a contemporary comparison, it is about as socially progressive as the Israelis bulldozing hospitals within which they've mass-executed Palestinians to build allotments.
But over the course of arguing, this comparison is not so neat. 'Socialists' will even forgo recognising that the very system which produces this gabrage, these endless stream of commodities, is one which shackles the globe to wage slavery.
They will posit, even in spite of this, in spite of the fact that they know full well what they are essentially doing is eating shit, that these trends, over the change of the mere content of these commodities, are a good thing. They are fastened, even in their resistance, to the system. The overlap then becomes clear, what these individuals essentialy stand in support for is nothing akin to the demands that the socialists were making a hundred years ago.
They would have it that the clock simply be turned back to the model of the socially democratic welfarist state which prevailed 60 or 70 years ago, whilst retaining what is about is revolutionary as a brand change in the commercial logic of production.
Argue with them, and you will eventually draw the point out: either they have understood the Marxist critique, or they have not. This adoption of socialist principles by these individuals online has become one in which an individual chooses the brand of their identity. The system of Marxist thought has been burried to history, and what stands atop it is something akin to Disneyland.
As a final note, I ended up two days ago arguing with someone, a 'socialist', who began to defend the pride movement on the basis that it was, again, socially progressive.
Them: "But Castro himself endorsed the pride movement in Nicaraguan media!"
Me: "Ah yes, Castro, notoriously the enemy of the CIA, who have come out even more triumphantly to endorse the pride movement"
Them: "You just wish to post pictures of Raytheon pride floats to engage in homophobia!"
Me: "Perhaps there is nothing inherently progresive about being a sexual minority. It is about inherently revolutionary as being Jewish"
Them: "No, there is nothing inherently revolutionary about being Jewish, but granting the rights to be Jewish is progresive!"
Ignoring the fact that, 50 posts before, I had summarised a critique of this position (the pride movement simply stands for the legal ascension of rights under the bourgeois state and not for the material liberation) I had to quite litearlly quote to them On The Jewish Question (1843) to make known not only the origin of this argument but the fact that it had essentially taken place 200 years before!
On the Jewish Question is such a key text to Marxist literature because it is the beginning of which Marx outlines his formal critique of the Hegelian Philosophy Of Right.
I feel like I'm going mad. You're claiming to be a socialist and yet you're expounding the most pro-capitalist sentiment possible.
But sit back and watch, as so-called socialists run to the defence of their bourgeois masters anytime a commodity with pretty pink colours emerges.