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2024.06.09 22:42 Goobi_69 Thoughts on "You are not regressing"
CW: talk of sexual and non-sexual ageplay, csa, impure regression, and regression therapy (lmk if I missed any)
Okay, before I start this off I want to say that your regression experience is valid. If you disgree with what I say thats fine, all I ask is that we keep it respectful.
I think that the "You are not regressing" post did have some valid points, but I think because they had a very hostile attitude we were very quick to get defensive.
In this post I want to adress some things that I thought they had right, number one being that some people experience "age regression" much different than others. I have experienced both what most people describe here as "age regression" and what op had described as "age regression" and they are very different things.
When I involuntarily/impurley regress (which is what I will call what op described as real regression) it can be terrifying. I forget most if not all of my adult skills and memories, and I also lose control of my bladder and fine motor skills. It usually happens after I experience a bad PTSD flashback, and while having a Caregiver around can help make the experience a bit better, it is still overall bad. I mostly just spend my time crying when this happens.
In contrast, when I experience volentary regression (which is what i will call what most people here post about and describe as age regression) it is much different. I can usually remember the people in my big life, as well as how to use big technology. While I do sometimes struggle with my bladder and motor skills, it is nowhere near the extent that I do when I regress involuntarily. Even when I regress this way unintentionally while upset it is much different, and with the help of a caregiver i can usually calm down and have a good time.
Im not going to say thay either of these is or isnt regression, but I understand why OP would want to make a distinction. It can feel very isolating when you experience involuntarily/impure regression and try to find community here, as it can seem like everybody is saying they experience what you do and then describing a completely different experience.
I also understand what they were saying about "regression therapy" and if your therapists are recomending it you should probably be worried. Regression therapy is already a thing in the mental health industry, and it IS NOT what is described on this sub. Regression therapy is a type of hypnotherapy that involves being hypnotized to a younger mental age. This practice has been used in the past to plant false memories and traumas in a person that were not there previously, giving people pretty severe trauma. I just cant see a reputable, well-informed therapist calling it that unless you have already brought it up using this terminology.
Before I start this section I want to put a disclaimer: minors should not try to find any sort of caregiver online for any reason, and they should not experiment with ageplay in any capacity sexually and should be VERY cautious if they want to try it non-sexually. If they do want to try non-sexual ageplay (or even agere tbh) with a partner they should only do so with someone who is a similar age as them and who they trust very much irl
Lastly I want to adress what they said about ageplay (ddlg, abdl, whatever you call it, im calling it ageplay). I want to start by saying I understand why so many people in this sub have a big dislike of ageplay and want to distance themsleves from it. It is often confused with agere and can often lead to us being sexualized online, and it can also feel like it is corrupting something important to you.
That being said, ageplay can and often is done non-sexualy. Kink is not inherently sexual, even if it seems that way online. In real life kink spaces many people practice kink non-sexually for fun, comfort, or to deal with trauma. Anybody who practices kink will go into a "headspace" no matter of it is sexual or not. Most people who do non-sexual ageplay are doing so to cope with childhood trauma and have fun, same as many people in this sub. The complete demonization on ageplay in this community as well as the often oversexualization in ageplay online communities can make these people feel very isolated in their experiences that are, in the end, very close to the agere experience.
It is also possible for people who age regress to also do ageplay SEPERATLY as a way to cope with trauma, most comonly csa, as it gives the traumatized party a chance to re-experience the trauma in a way that feels good and they have control over. When we as a comunity demonize ageplay it can make these people feel like they are coping wrong, and it can bring them a lot of shame. While I do emphasize that the sexual and nonsexual aspects should be kept seperate (only nonsexual stuff should be on this sub), we should also be kinder. People cope in different ways, and while the thought of ageplay may be very scary and upsetting to you, it can be healing for someone else.
Thats all, sorry for the long post. Im open to discussion, just try and keep it respectful. Have a great day :)
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Okay, before I start this off I want to say that your regression experience is valid. If you disgree with what I say thats fine, all I ask is that we keep it respectful.
I think that the "You are not regressing" post did have some valid points, but I think because they had a very hostile attitude we were very quick to get defensive.
In this post I want to adress some things that I thought they had right, number one being that some people experience "age regression" much different than others. I have experienced both what most people describe here as "age regression" and what op had described as "age regression" and they are very different things.
When I involuntarily/impurley regress (which is what I will call what op described as real regression) it can be terrifying. I forget most if not all of my adult skills and memories, and I also lose control of my bladder and fine motor skills. It usually happens after I experience a bad PTSD flashback, and while having a Caregiver around can help make the experience a bit better, it is still overall bad. I mostly just spend my time crying when this happens.
In contrast, when I experience volentary regression (which is what i will call what most people here post about and describe as age regression) it is much different. I can usually remember the people in my big life, as well as how to use big technology. While I do sometimes struggle with my bladder and motor skills, it is nowhere near the extent that I do when I regress involuntarily. Even when I regress this way unintentionally while upset it is much different, and with the help of a caregiver i can usually calm down and have a good time.
Im not going to say thay either of these is or isnt regression, but I understand why OP would want to make a distinction. It can feel very isolating when you experience involuntarily/impure regression and try to find community here, as it can seem like everybody is saying they experience what you do and then describing a completely different experience.
I also understand what they were saying about "regression therapy" and if your therapists are recomending it you should probably be worried. Regression therapy is already a thing in the mental health industry, and it IS NOT what is described on this sub. Regression therapy is a type of hypnotherapy that involves being hypnotized to a younger mental age. This practice has been used in the past to plant false memories and traumas in a person that were not there previously, giving people pretty severe trauma. I just cant see a reputable, well-informed therapist calling it that unless you have already brought it up using this terminology.
Before I start this section I want to put a disclaimer: minors should not try to find any sort of caregiver online for any reason, and they should not experiment with ageplay in any capacity sexually and should be VERY cautious if they want to try it non-sexually. If they do want to try non-sexual ageplay (or even agere tbh) with a partner they should only do so with someone who is a similar age as them and who they trust very much irl
Lastly I want to adress what they said about ageplay (ddlg, abdl, whatever you call it, im calling it ageplay). I want to start by saying I understand why so many people in this sub have a big dislike of ageplay and want to distance themsleves from it. It is often confused with agere and can often lead to us being sexualized online, and it can also feel like it is corrupting something important to you.
That being said, ageplay can and often is done non-sexualy. Kink is not inherently sexual, even if it seems that way online. In real life kink spaces many people practice kink non-sexually for fun, comfort, or to deal with trauma. Anybody who practices kink will go into a "headspace" no matter of it is sexual or not. Most people who do non-sexual ageplay are doing so to cope with childhood trauma and have fun, same as many people in this sub. The complete demonization on ageplay in this community as well as the often oversexualization in ageplay online communities can make these people feel very isolated in their experiences that are, in the end, very close to the agere experience.
It is also possible for people who age regress to also do ageplay SEPERATLY as a way to cope with trauma, most comonly csa, as it gives the traumatized party a chance to re-experience the trauma in a way that feels good and they have control over. When we as a comunity demonize ageplay it can make these people feel like they are coping wrong, and it can bring them a lot of shame. While I do emphasize that the sexual and nonsexual aspects should be kept seperate (only nonsexual stuff should be on this sub), we should also be kinder. People cope in different ways, and while the thought of ageplay may be very scary and upsetting to you, it can be healing for someone else.
Thats all, sorry for the long post. Im open to discussion, just try and keep it respectful. Have a great day :)
2024.06.09 22:42 ASongOf-Ice-Fire-and TWOW Prologue Theory and Fan-Fic, 1 of 3
Hi, I am new here and I am posting for the first time. Please let me know if I am breaking any rules here so I can re-do it. It is one full chapter, but because it is so long, I broke into three parts.
This is a theory for the actual Prologue of The Winds of Winter. Please enjoy.
The Winds of Winter
Prologue
A storm was coming, but that was not part of the plan.
To the east, dark grey clouds and flashes of lightning were seen afar while thunder could be heard mumbling its rage in the distance. Here where they stood, fierce sea-chilled winds blew from the clear skies of the west. Two weather fronts were on course for a collision, and caught in between was a giant rock that mountains above the shoreline, a hard place. The old natural stonewalls of Casterly Rock were half bathed in gold from the even-falling sun, while the other hid in the shadow of the approaching storm. And soon enough, everything will be clouded in black.
The sound of the strong waves smacking into the face of the stony cliffs can be felt from a mile away, as it was no different from the ones crashing into the wooden hull of their galley. Above their rocking swanship, three tall wooden masts sported simple dark black sails, filled with winds from the west, speeding their eastern course towards the home of House Lannister, ready to hug the coastline tight, fast and dangerous.
The Summer Isle captain at the helm shouted his accented announcement, “Awww shittt! Everyone get yo shields and weapons ready. It’s about to go down! Adventurers and avengers, assemble up to the deck of Motherfunker. Be sharp and stay on yo toes! We’re running this so let’s go!”
“With me to the boats!” the legendary stern knight Ser Brynden Tully called out as his fighting men rallied at the starboard rear of their ship, emerging from the cabins below.
“We all chose to be here. If any man wants to back down now, then do so quickly. I would not die in that man’s company. We elected to do this task for honor and for justice. Some of us are here for vengeance and we may even chance to kill some of them. If so, you may enjoy your short moment of pleasure. But what I offer here is the IMMORTALITY of the songs and tales. And when it is all said & done as we return safely home, the singers will sing of this glorious day, our honorable deed, and their shame of a jape. And they will sing it from this day to the ending of the world, and we in it shall be remembered! We few, we brave few, we band of brothers. For he who shed blood with me today shall be my brother forever in song!”
A roar of cheer exploded in the air, loud and thunderous. As the ruckus died down, Lady Mormont proclaimed, “And a sister too!”
“Aye Maege,” said the Blackfish. “But we have always considered you as one of our brothers. Between your legs, your sacs are larger than most men, especially all the Lannister soldiers.”
“Well that is easy to say, all those Lannisters are a bunch of golden eunuchs!” Lady Mormont declared unlady like.
Laughter swept the deck.
The Summer Isle captain above shouted again and prayed, “Today is The Day, and the moment is upon us my friends. Thirty seconds until the drop zone lads! May the gods be with yo!”
On the starboard stern, three small rowboats hung out from the hull, hovering above the rough waves. Attached over the swanship’s parapet was a roped ladder, allowing the fighters to lower themselves down onto their watercrafts. Each one was designed to hold four pairs of oarsmen abreast, and a single coxswain to steer at the rear.
They were twenty good men and Maege. Each one scaled in black boiled leather armor, with a quiver of arrows slung on one back shoulder, and a Summer Isle goldenheart bow on the other. Most fighters had their own selection of close quarter combat weapons that sat on their belts while a round black-painted wooden shield rested at the center of their backs. They wore no sigils and smeared mud spots on their faces to mimic dark ghostly shadows for this stealthy task. They were lightly armored and had fewer weapons, as their goal required speed. If all goes to plan, they would not need any of them. They could accomplish this mission without a soul lost on either side. But this approaching storm was not part of the plan.
The Blackfish made one last heroic call on the deck of the Motherfunker, before he lowered himself on the ladder, “Come with me and take this song!”
Rico added to the cry, “Come on brothers! Do you want to live forever!?!”
They roared proudly again and began their descent as the Summer Isle crewmen assisted the Westerosi to the ropes, sharing firm ebony and ivory handshakes as they told them they will be back.
Ser Brynden Tully reached the rear rowboat LionsJape along with June, Jory, Jess, Fess, Ben and Benjen. Though it was the end boat, it will be the first to fly.
Aboard the middle boat WinterStorm was Lady Maege Mormont, and the other six oarsmen Phyl, Rico, Sam the Shredder, Ser Barnabus the Goose, Scrooge, and Queen Jeyne’s brother Ser Raynald Westerling.
Lord Galbart Glover commandeered the third boat BattleWolf, which hung closer to the center of the swanship. On it were the younger men Donal, Mikkal, Raff, Leo, and Alesander, all merely teenagers.
As he watched from above, Ser Olyvar Frey thought they were little dark turtles crawling down the ladders with their black shields slung on their backs. As the last turtle, Olyvar hugged & kissed his sister Roslin, and then their brother Perwyn. Ser Perwyn Frey was Lady Tully’s sworn shield, charged with her life’s protection, and her unborn child’s too. Though they were all Frey as family, Rosby blood thorns in their veins as well. We were all just sweet Roses By another name, a horrible name.
Olyvar descended. Alesander Frey was waiting for him adjacent to an empty seat on the boat. He was Olyvar’s nephew, but because they were of a similar age, Alesander felt more like a cousin to him, a cousin that felt more like a brother. He wondered what their mothers would have thought if they saw them there now. As Olyvar sat, he stretched his arms wide at the starboard-bow of BattleWolf and the brothers both grabbed an oar each. Alesander sang and japed, “Are you ready to fly this boat to the moon somehow?”
“Nothing is impossible!” Olyvar smiled.
Ser Olyvar Frey never thought he would be on this boat, absorbing the wrath of the big blue watery roads, rocking BattleWolf as it clung to Motherfunker. But his new knightly confidence was so high he could roar at the Drowned God to look at him and tell him to piss off. But he knew better and kept his silence. With his Frey luck, he believed his corpse would be bedding with mermaids down under the sea if he ever cursed the Drowned God aloud.
The owner of the swanship Motherfunker was an exiled prince of the Summer Isles, a big man with a short black beard, shiny bald head and a dark patch over his left eye that he can’t see through. He was Captain Samullu Jaqenssen, but notoriously called the Black Sparrow … though Olyvar had never heard of him until recently. He and his crew were the only sailors that would assist them in their cause, hypnotized to be a part of their upcoming famous Westerosi song. He was to help navigate his galley at high speeds hugging the rocky coast of the Westerlands. With the three rowboats hung to the side of Motherfunker, it would be hard for the sentries on top of the Rock to spot from above. The Motherfunker stayed far away from the coastline to only emerge near their objective at the time of attack. With a single swanship with plain black sails, the Black Sparrow hoped that the Lannister watchmen would pay them no mind as a regular trading galley on its way to Lannisport or wherever, instead of a vessel for an amphibious assault on their castle. And the stronger the winds and the faster the ship, the window of time to be exposed was much shorter. “They had the need for speed, and the speed needed the wind,” Goose had said the night before. The gods have blessed them with strong winds now. They were to come with the sun setting at their backs in the west, blinding any coastal lookout. Because they were cursed with this approaching storm, the plan changed and they had to depart earlier. Olyvar prayed that this would not compromise the mission. Only time will tell.
Racing onto the storm and nearing the rising cliffs, the Captain spun his ship quickly to a southern course and gave the crewmen the signal to dismount. “Ahhhhhhhhh-ah Ahhhhhhhh-ah!”
“Get ready to push!” the Blackfish commanded.
Each oarsman pressed the tip of their long wooden stick onto the hull of the galley, ready to push off. The Summer Isle crewmen began severing the connections of the mothership and its three rowboats. Single-handed axes swung as LionsJape pushed itself off, the first of three. The rowboat plummeted and the waters swallowed it before spitting it back out just as quick. After allowing itself to lose in Motherfunker’s wake, the oarsmen redirected the bow towards the rocks at the Blackfish’s orders.
The WinterStorm followed right after with Lady Maege’s commands, “Push lads! Push! Push!” as it dropped.
Now it was BattleWolf’s turn. “Gods damn it, I’m too old for this shit,” Lord Glover said as he raised a gloved hand and swung it down, giving the signal to cut. At the main deck, the crewmen swung their axes, gleaming gold in the western sunlight as the oarsmen pushed off. For a heartbeat, the fall had taken Olyvar’s breath away as Lord Glover’s BattleWolf floated in the air. Are we flying? Are we on a dragon? His rowboat slammed into the water, splashing chilled wet droplets inside the boat and out. His hair of short black curls flew and fell, dampening at the plunge. The collision almost knocked Olyvar and the men overboard, but they hung on. The Motherfunker left them with a white salty wake as it headed south. Lord Glover then commanded the starboard men to pull their oars, aiming towards WinterStorm. Olyvar pulled. Once aligned, both sides of BattleWolf began to rev hard. The men were howling and roaring with each tension, trying to evade this dangerous zone of being spotted.
Since the Red Wedding and the death of his beloved King, Robb Stark, Olyvar could not sleep. Grief, anger, vengeance, insomnia and drowsiness took him over the days and nights that felt like half-dreams. But the crashing kiss of the water dive had re-woken Olyvar in shock, as he realized what they were about to do was no fantasy he had ever known. Nothing can stop us now, this is really happening. His heart was pounding to the rhythm of the oars and he wanted to scream his battle cry. He could still hear Jaqenssen the Black Sparrow sounding his siren “Ahhhhhhhh-ah Ahhhhhhh-ah!”
We are brothers loyal to the King in the North, the land of ice and snow. We serve Riverrun and Winterfell, where the hot springs flow. And now the divine winds of the gods had driven our mothership to the Westerlands. To fight for honor, the North will sing and the West will cry. Casterly Rock … Winter is Coming! On we sweep with threshing oars, our only goal will be the western shore!
As Olyvar’s oar rose and fell, he looked up to the windows of Casterly Rock’s tall stony towers, searching for the signaling candle light. But it could not be seen this early. Only when the sun was fully set as planned, this candle would replace it as the guiding light. They rowed by rocks and rocks and more rocks. Seagulls flew in spheres above them, chasing one another. The sun still hung in the air, slowly falling to splash onto the western horizon of the Sunset Sea. They then rowed by a courtyard that just floated on the earth forty feet above the sea’s surface. Suddenly on the other side of their boat, they eyed a whale skimming off the glimmering golden ocean. The boys of the vulnerable BattleWolf did not say a word as the monstrous water-beast swam the opposite direction just twenty yards away from them, paying them no mind. It was a good thing I did not curse the Drowned God as I was going to earlier.
Olyvar, Alesander, Leo, Mikkal, Raff and Donal were seated on Galbart Glover’s rowboat, rowing to Galbart Glover’s commands, “Row! Row! Row your boats you son o’ wh*res!” and taking in Galbart Glover’s cold stare as he eyed the two Freys specifically when he said it. Olyvar’s arms began to tire, but this was not the place to show weakness to his brothers. So he pulled on while keeping their rowboat as close to the stony walls as possible to avoid detection from above.
They trailed the Lady Bear while following the Blackfish. Soon after, Ser Brynden Tully had found his mark and grounded LionsJape onto a small beach. His men exited, flipped the rowboat above them and dashed forty yards straight toward the rocky edge, where a small barred cave was fitted at the base. Underneath the rusted iron, a thin valley of brown watery slush stank & trickled into the sand & sea. Everyone knew what that was when they agreed to participate in the assault. The Blackfish was told back at Riverrun about a sewer path inside Casterly Rock that allowed all the shit and piss to drain out to the ocean. This tiny hole by the foot of the mountain was all and everything for the mission.
When the sprinting men reached the end with their boat, they dropped it at the skirt and pressed themselves against the wall. The façade was conveniently arched outwards as it ascended, making it difficult to be sighted from above. With the waves muffling the noise of speech, any of them can speak freely outside at sea level. From the cliffs above, their human conversations below would only sound like ghostly whispers. No casual listener should be alerted to such. But hearing and seeing are different things, and they must not be seen.
WinterStorm and BattleWolf soon followed. As Olyvar departed BattleWolf, he cringed at the soreness of his arms that the work had left him. His arms will have to ache again as his squad lifted the rowboat above their heads. They stormed towards the barred entrance, with bow and quiver slung on each shoulder, a turtle shell shield at the center of his back. While the others carried shorter lighter personal weapons, Olyvar was equipped with a longsword that once belonged to his King, Robb Stark.
They dropped off BattleWolf when they reached the wall, waiting for a way in. Ten brothers on one side of the cave, and eleven on the other. The closest ones to the door had their small axes and weapons drawn along with their shields, while the further ones notched an arrow onto their bow. Olyvar had his Summer Isle goldenheart bow ready. The entrance was small, the same size as their black shields, guarding the realm of Casterly Rock, and they continued to wait.
This thunderstorm was coming, and it was not part of the plan. It was the Blackfish’s decision to leave Motherfunker earlier before the storm surges would flood the sewers of Casterly Rock. Their forty yard dash from the beach to the gate may be twenty yards if they arrived an hour later … and there may be no more exit by the time they escape back. But Stark loyalists hidden in the woods outside of the castle were told of executing this assault at the exact evenfall of Queen Jeyne Stark’s arrival to Casterly Rock. The Lannister soldier escorts would be exhausted from their march and acquired a false sense of security when they reached the safe comforts of the castle. The Stark land forces led by Lord Gawen Westerling would create a mummer’s farce with trumpets and drums, sending the weary Lannisters to one side, as the Blackfish himself attacked the other from the sea. Evenfall of this day was the golden time to do this, but they arrived an hour too early. With the storm, Olyvar prayed that everyone else would adjust to the plan. He wondered if Lord Westerling would account for the storm surges. But it makes no difference now. They were here, and they cannot turn back.
Suddenly the rusted iron of the barred cave unlocked and swung open, creaking like a loud squealing rat. Emerged was a crouching older man with a short gray beard and a jaw squared like a mason spice jar. “Welcome to the Rock!” Ser Rolph Spicer declared.
Ser Brynden greeted him with a hug, “I’m so glad you came early, we would be sleeping with the fishes if you were late.”
“It was Edmure’s idea to leave early, he said the storm would flood the sewers, and we prayed you would come sooner too.”
“Like that damn Mill again, Edmure acting prematurely? That boy will never learn! Thank the Gods!”
They both chuckled and began entering through the gate. The others soon followed, ducking into the small hole and into the darkness.
Once inside the caves of Casterly Rock, Ser Rolph grabbed his torchlight and lifted it to the air, showing the brothers the vastness. The lobby was an open abyss where the ceiling was fifty feet high. The walls had multiple rocky openings naturally carved in, small and large. Some were wide enough to walk through. Inside were all shadows, saved the areas illuminated by golden sunlight spying in through each seldom hole or fissure. Where the flames can brighten, hard brown rocks glowed and flickered, as well as old metal tracks, mining carts, abandoned tools, ladders, rusty chains and the occasional plant roots that brewed in the darkness of the caves. The smell reeked. Olyvar was sure there would be no real gold here as it was probably mined out over the centuries. Only shit shits down here in the sewers and caves of Lord Tywin Lannister’s home, not gold, Olyvar thought. This was where Lann the Clever started his legend, swindling the Casterly residents out of the castle, cheating them. It was their turn now to write history, these archers from the sea facing off with their own modern Casterly ploy … accomplishing it without being seen, doing it as faceless warriors.
They followed Ser Rolph and his torchlight in single file, going deeper up into the caves, fitting in burrowed hallways that barely fit them, pursuing his decisions at each fork in the paths, squishing their feet on sluggish wet slopes and steps. The very first entrance they encountered required them to descend a few yards before climbing up the rest of the way. It was hundreds of feet in elevation that they must ascend to. At times, the way was lit well enough. But at other instants, the darkness blinds them, only facing the brother in front of them for their flight. I have promises to keep. And steps to go before I sleep. And steps to go before I sleep.
“By now the guards at the top of the Rock should be asleep after I spiced up their ale,” Ser Rolph Spicer said with a cheeky smile. “Before my sister Sybell married into House Westerling, I explored these parts of Casterly Rock in my youth as a smuggler, going up and down many times. Your legs will tire, no doubt about that. But you lads are years younger than I, and I better hear no complaints unless I am the first one to make it.”
“I’ll do my best,” young Leo announced for himself.
“Your best?” Ser Spicer questioned. “Losers whine about their best. Winners rescue crowned queens.”
“Lady Jeyne Westerling-Stark is THE crowned Queen,” Leo replied.
“Is that so?” Ser Rolph gave Leo a sarcastic look with a raised eyebrow, before continuing up the steps inside the Rock.
“I’ll decide the turns and I’ll establish the security checkpoints. There, we can rest for a moment. A few of you will be left there to guard the area as the others will continue to ascend. Those few will wait until we fall back. But remember, the journey down is far less exhausting. For now, let’s go up and up. Ser Olyvar Frey, would you take the honor of watching our rear?”
Ser Olyvar Frey. The name was still queer to him. As much as he liked the ‘Ser’ in his name, he would like to rid the “Frey” in the surname. He had been the most loyal squire a king could have asked for. He would have stayed with King Robb Stark to the end of the world, but his own blood tore that away from him. Olyvar was not blind though. His young king had made grave mistakes, more than Olyvar wanted to count. As much as he would have favored his sister Roslin to marry him, Olyvar knew you cannot choose the people you love. And Robb genuinely loved another, he hoped. Jeyne Westerling was just as sweet as Roslin. Olyvar would have stayed at Robb’s side as his brother-in-law, or some uncle-in-law by Lord Edmure Tully. Though by choosing Jeyne, it slighted Olyvar’s father Lord Walder Frey. But Seven Hells father, did you have to murder him? At my sister’s wedding feast? Under your own roof? Under my roof? Robb Stark was my king. He was brave and good, and Olyvar Frey loved him. And his soul was tortured in sleepless days and nights, knowing he shared the same blood as the murderers … knowing he could have stopped it if it was not for impulse. You are an honorable fool Olyvar. His father had told him of the treacherous plan the day before, but Olyvar cursed it aloud, defending Robb as it was still his duty. You should’ve been smart and played stupid with father. You could have informed Robb while you were still free, breaking this bad dream. Olyvar shouldn’t have tried to bargain with his father. He should have known he made up his mind a long while ago. Olyvar was imprisoned in the dungeons of the Twins during the Red Wedding. The gaolers were japing at him, “Go ahead, do your duty. Save your king!”
My king. The sad memories faded into blurred flashbacks.
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This is a theory for the actual Prologue of The Winds of Winter. Please enjoy.
The Winds of Winter
Prologue
A storm was coming, but that was not part of the plan.
To the east, dark grey clouds and flashes of lightning were seen afar while thunder could be heard mumbling its rage in the distance. Here where they stood, fierce sea-chilled winds blew from the clear skies of the west. Two weather fronts were on course for a collision, and caught in between was a giant rock that mountains above the shoreline, a hard place. The old natural stonewalls of Casterly Rock were half bathed in gold from the even-falling sun, while the other hid in the shadow of the approaching storm. And soon enough, everything will be clouded in black.
The sound of the strong waves smacking into the face of the stony cliffs can be felt from a mile away, as it was no different from the ones crashing into the wooden hull of their galley. Above their rocking swanship, three tall wooden masts sported simple dark black sails, filled with winds from the west, speeding their eastern course towards the home of House Lannister, ready to hug the coastline tight, fast and dangerous.
The Summer Isle captain at the helm shouted his accented announcement, “Awww shittt! Everyone get yo shields and weapons ready. It’s about to go down! Adventurers and avengers, assemble up to the deck of Motherfunker. Be sharp and stay on yo toes! We’re running this so let’s go!”
“With me to the boats!” the legendary stern knight Ser Brynden Tully called out as his fighting men rallied at the starboard rear of their ship, emerging from the cabins below.
“We all chose to be here. If any man wants to back down now, then do so quickly. I would not die in that man’s company. We elected to do this task for honor and for justice. Some of us are here for vengeance and we may even chance to kill some of them. If so, you may enjoy your short moment of pleasure. But what I offer here is the IMMORTALITY of the songs and tales. And when it is all said & done as we return safely home, the singers will sing of this glorious day, our honorable deed, and their shame of a jape. And they will sing it from this day to the ending of the world, and we in it shall be remembered! We few, we brave few, we band of brothers. For he who shed blood with me today shall be my brother forever in song!”
A roar of cheer exploded in the air, loud and thunderous. As the ruckus died down, Lady Mormont proclaimed, “And a sister too!”
“Aye Maege,” said the Blackfish. “But we have always considered you as one of our brothers. Between your legs, your sacs are larger than most men, especially all the Lannister soldiers.”
“Well that is easy to say, all those Lannisters are a bunch of golden eunuchs!” Lady Mormont declared unlady like.
Laughter swept the deck.
The Summer Isle captain above shouted again and prayed, “Today is The Day, and the moment is upon us my friends. Thirty seconds until the drop zone lads! May the gods be with yo!”
On the starboard stern, three small rowboats hung out from the hull, hovering above the rough waves. Attached over the swanship’s parapet was a roped ladder, allowing the fighters to lower themselves down onto their watercrafts. Each one was designed to hold four pairs of oarsmen abreast, and a single coxswain to steer at the rear.
They were twenty good men and Maege. Each one scaled in black boiled leather armor, with a quiver of arrows slung on one back shoulder, and a Summer Isle goldenheart bow on the other. Most fighters had their own selection of close quarter combat weapons that sat on their belts while a round black-painted wooden shield rested at the center of their backs. They wore no sigils and smeared mud spots on their faces to mimic dark ghostly shadows for this stealthy task. They were lightly armored and had fewer weapons, as their goal required speed. If all goes to plan, they would not need any of them. They could accomplish this mission without a soul lost on either side. But this approaching storm was not part of the plan.
The Blackfish made one last heroic call on the deck of the Motherfunker, before he lowered himself on the ladder, “Come with me and take this song!”
Rico added to the cry, “Come on brothers! Do you want to live forever!?!”
They roared proudly again and began their descent as the Summer Isle crewmen assisted the Westerosi to the ropes, sharing firm ebony and ivory handshakes as they told them they will be back.
Ser Brynden Tully reached the rear rowboat LionsJape along with June, Jory, Jess, Fess, Ben and Benjen. Though it was the end boat, it will be the first to fly.
Aboard the middle boat WinterStorm was Lady Maege Mormont, and the other six oarsmen Phyl, Rico, Sam the Shredder, Ser Barnabus the Goose, Scrooge, and Queen Jeyne’s brother Ser Raynald Westerling.
Lord Galbart Glover commandeered the third boat BattleWolf, which hung closer to the center of the swanship. On it were the younger men Donal, Mikkal, Raff, Leo, and Alesander, all merely teenagers.
As he watched from above, Ser Olyvar Frey thought they were little dark turtles crawling down the ladders with their black shields slung on their backs. As the last turtle, Olyvar hugged & kissed his sister Roslin, and then their brother Perwyn. Ser Perwyn Frey was Lady Tully’s sworn shield, charged with her life’s protection, and her unborn child’s too. Though they were all Frey as family, Rosby blood thorns in their veins as well. We were all just sweet Roses By another name, a horrible name.
Olyvar descended. Alesander Frey was waiting for him adjacent to an empty seat on the boat. He was Olyvar’s nephew, but because they were of a similar age, Alesander felt more like a cousin to him, a cousin that felt more like a brother. He wondered what their mothers would have thought if they saw them there now. As Olyvar sat, he stretched his arms wide at the starboard-bow of BattleWolf and the brothers both grabbed an oar each. Alesander sang and japed, “Are you ready to fly this boat to the moon somehow?”
“Nothing is impossible!” Olyvar smiled.
Ser Olyvar Frey never thought he would be on this boat, absorbing the wrath of the big blue watery roads, rocking BattleWolf as it clung to Motherfunker. But his new knightly confidence was so high he could roar at the Drowned God to look at him and tell him to piss off. But he knew better and kept his silence. With his Frey luck, he believed his corpse would be bedding with mermaids down under the sea if he ever cursed the Drowned God aloud.
The owner of the swanship Motherfunker was an exiled prince of the Summer Isles, a big man with a short black beard, shiny bald head and a dark patch over his left eye that he can’t see through. He was Captain Samullu Jaqenssen, but notoriously called the Black Sparrow … though Olyvar had never heard of him until recently. He and his crew were the only sailors that would assist them in their cause, hypnotized to be a part of their upcoming famous Westerosi song. He was to help navigate his galley at high speeds hugging the rocky coast of the Westerlands. With the three rowboats hung to the side of Motherfunker, it would be hard for the sentries on top of the Rock to spot from above. The Motherfunker stayed far away from the coastline to only emerge near their objective at the time of attack. With a single swanship with plain black sails, the Black Sparrow hoped that the Lannister watchmen would pay them no mind as a regular trading galley on its way to Lannisport or wherever, instead of a vessel for an amphibious assault on their castle. And the stronger the winds and the faster the ship, the window of time to be exposed was much shorter. “They had the need for speed, and the speed needed the wind,” Goose had said the night before. The gods have blessed them with strong winds now. They were to come with the sun setting at their backs in the west, blinding any coastal lookout. Because they were cursed with this approaching storm, the plan changed and they had to depart earlier. Olyvar prayed that this would not compromise the mission. Only time will tell.
Racing onto the storm and nearing the rising cliffs, the Captain spun his ship quickly to a southern course and gave the crewmen the signal to dismount. “Ahhhhhhhhh-ah Ahhhhhhhh-ah!”
“Get ready to push!” the Blackfish commanded.
Each oarsman pressed the tip of their long wooden stick onto the hull of the galley, ready to push off. The Summer Isle crewmen began severing the connections of the mothership and its three rowboats. Single-handed axes swung as LionsJape pushed itself off, the first of three. The rowboat plummeted and the waters swallowed it before spitting it back out just as quick. After allowing itself to lose in Motherfunker’s wake, the oarsmen redirected the bow towards the rocks at the Blackfish’s orders.
The WinterStorm followed right after with Lady Maege’s commands, “Push lads! Push! Push!” as it dropped.
Now it was BattleWolf’s turn. “Gods damn it, I’m too old for this shit,” Lord Glover said as he raised a gloved hand and swung it down, giving the signal to cut. At the main deck, the crewmen swung their axes, gleaming gold in the western sunlight as the oarsmen pushed off. For a heartbeat, the fall had taken Olyvar’s breath away as Lord Glover’s BattleWolf floated in the air. Are we flying? Are we on a dragon? His rowboat slammed into the water, splashing chilled wet droplets inside the boat and out. His hair of short black curls flew and fell, dampening at the plunge. The collision almost knocked Olyvar and the men overboard, but they hung on. The Motherfunker left them with a white salty wake as it headed south. Lord Glover then commanded the starboard men to pull their oars, aiming towards WinterStorm. Olyvar pulled. Once aligned, both sides of BattleWolf began to rev hard. The men were howling and roaring with each tension, trying to evade this dangerous zone of being spotted.
Since the Red Wedding and the death of his beloved King, Robb Stark, Olyvar could not sleep. Grief, anger, vengeance, insomnia and drowsiness took him over the days and nights that felt like half-dreams. But the crashing kiss of the water dive had re-woken Olyvar in shock, as he realized what they were about to do was no fantasy he had ever known. Nothing can stop us now, this is really happening. His heart was pounding to the rhythm of the oars and he wanted to scream his battle cry. He could still hear Jaqenssen the Black Sparrow sounding his siren “Ahhhhhhhh-ah Ahhhhhhh-ah!”
We are brothers loyal to the King in the North, the land of ice and snow. We serve Riverrun and Winterfell, where the hot springs flow. And now the divine winds of the gods had driven our mothership to the Westerlands. To fight for honor, the North will sing and the West will cry. Casterly Rock … Winter is Coming! On we sweep with threshing oars, our only goal will be the western shore!
As Olyvar’s oar rose and fell, he looked up to the windows of Casterly Rock’s tall stony towers, searching for the signaling candle light. But it could not be seen this early. Only when the sun was fully set as planned, this candle would replace it as the guiding light. They rowed by rocks and rocks and more rocks. Seagulls flew in spheres above them, chasing one another. The sun still hung in the air, slowly falling to splash onto the western horizon of the Sunset Sea. They then rowed by a courtyard that just floated on the earth forty feet above the sea’s surface. Suddenly on the other side of their boat, they eyed a whale skimming off the glimmering golden ocean. The boys of the vulnerable BattleWolf did not say a word as the monstrous water-beast swam the opposite direction just twenty yards away from them, paying them no mind. It was a good thing I did not curse the Drowned God as I was going to earlier.
Olyvar, Alesander, Leo, Mikkal, Raff and Donal were seated on Galbart Glover’s rowboat, rowing to Galbart Glover’s commands, “Row! Row! Row your boats you son o’ wh*res!” and taking in Galbart Glover’s cold stare as he eyed the two Freys specifically when he said it. Olyvar’s arms began to tire, but this was not the place to show weakness to his brothers. So he pulled on while keeping their rowboat as close to the stony walls as possible to avoid detection from above.
They trailed the Lady Bear while following the Blackfish. Soon after, Ser Brynden Tully had found his mark and grounded LionsJape onto a small beach. His men exited, flipped the rowboat above them and dashed forty yards straight toward the rocky edge, where a small barred cave was fitted at the base. Underneath the rusted iron, a thin valley of brown watery slush stank & trickled into the sand & sea. Everyone knew what that was when they agreed to participate in the assault. The Blackfish was told back at Riverrun about a sewer path inside Casterly Rock that allowed all the shit and piss to drain out to the ocean. This tiny hole by the foot of the mountain was all and everything for the mission.
When the sprinting men reached the end with their boat, they dropped it at the skirt and pressed themselves against the wall. The façade was conveniently arched outwards as it ascended, making it difficult to be sighted from above. With the waves muffling the noise of speech, any of them can speak freely outside at sea level. From the cliffs above, their human conversations below would only sound like ghostly whispers. No casual listener should be alerted to such. But hearing and seeing are different things, and they must not be seen.
WinterStorm and BattleWolf soon followed. As Olyvar departed BattleWolf, he cringed at the soreness of his arms that the work had left him. His arms will have to ache again as his squad lifted the rowboat above their heads. They stormed towards the barred entrance, with bow and quiver slung on each shoulder, a turtle shell shield at the center of his back. While the others carried shorter lighter personal weapons, Olyvar was equipped with a longsword that once belonged to his King, Robb Stark.
They dropped off BattleWolf when they reached the wall, waiting for a way in. Ten brothers on one side of the cave, and eleven on the other. The closest ones to the door had their small axes and weapons drawn along with their shields, while the further ones notched an arrow onto their bow. Olyvar had his Summer Isle goldenheart bow ready. The entrance was small, the same size as their black shields, guarding the realm of Casterly Rock, and they continued to wait.
This thunderstorm was coming, and it was not part of the plan. It was the Blackfish’s decision to leave Motherfunker earlier before the storm surges would flood the sewers of Casterly Rock. Their forty yard dash from the beach to the gate may be twenty yards if they arrived an hour later … and there may be no more exit by the time they escape back. But Stark loyalists hidden in the woods outside of the castle were told of executing this assault at the exact evenfall of Queen Jeyne Stark’s arrival to Casterly Rock. The Lannister soldier escorts would be exhausted from their march and acquired a false sense of security when they reached the safe comforts of the castle. The Stark land forces led by Lord Gawen Westerling would create a mummer’s farce with trumpets and drums, sending the weary Lannisters to one side, as the Blackfish himself attacked the other from the sea. Evenfall of this day was the golden time to do this, but they arrived an hour too early. With the storm, Olyvar prayed that everyone else would adjust to the plan. He wondered if Lord Westerling would account for the storm surges. But it makes no difference now. They were here, and they cannot turn back.
Suddenly the rusted iron of the barred cave unlocked and swung open, creaking like a loud squealing rat. Emerged was a crouching older man with a short gray beard and a jaw squared like a mason spice jar. “Welcome to the Rock!” Ser Rolph Spicer declared.
Ser Brynden greeted him with a hug, “I’m so glad you came early, we would be sleeping with the fishes if you were late.”
“It was Edmure’s idea to leave early, he said the storm would flood the sewers, and we prayed you would come sooner too.”
“Like that damn Mill again, Edmure acting prematurely? That boy will never learn! Thank the Gods!”
They both chuckled and began entering through the gate. The others soon followed, ducking into the small hole and into the darkness.
Once inside the caves of Casterly Rock, Ser Rolph grabbed his torchlight and lifted it to the air, showing the brothers the vastness. The lobby was an open abyss where the ceiling was fifty feet high. The walls had multiple rocky openings naturally carved in, small and large. Some were wide enough to walk through. Inside were all shadows, saved the areas illuminated by golden sunlight spying in through each seldom hole or fissure. Where the flames can brighten, hard brown rocks glowed and flickered, as well as old metal tracks, mining carts, abandoned tools, ladders, rusty chains and the occasional plant roots that brewed in the darkness of the caves. The smell reeked. Olyvar was sure there would be no real gold here as it was probably mined out over the centuries. Only shit shits down here in the sewers and caves of Lord Tywin Lannister’s home, not gold, Olyvar thought. This was where Lann the Clever started his legend, swindling the Casterly residents out of the castle, cheating them. It was their turn now to write history, these archers from the sea facing off with their own modern Casterly ploy … accomplishing it without being seen, doing it as faceless warriors.
They followed Ser Rolph and his torchlight in single file, going deeper up into the caves, fitting in burrowed hallways that barely fit them, pursuing his decisions at each fork in the paths, squishing their feet on sluggish wet slopes and steps. The very first entrance they encountered required them to descend a few yards before climbing up the rest of the way. It was hundreds of feet in elevation that they must ascend to. At times, the way was lit well enough. But at other instants, the darkness blinds them, only facing the brother in front of them for their flight. I have promises to keep. And steps to go before I sleep. And steps to go before I sleep.
“By now the guards at the top of the Rock should be asleep after I spiced up their ale,” Ser Rolph Spicer said with a cheeky smile. “Before my sister Sybell married into House Westerling, I explored these parts of Casterly Rock in my youth as a smuggler, going up and down many times. Your legs will tire, no doubt about that. But you lads are years younger than I, and I better hear no complaints unless I am the first one to make it.”
“I’ll do my best,” young Leo announced for himself.
“Your best?” Ser Spicer questioned. “Losers whine about their best. Winners rescue crowned queens.”
“Lady Jeyne Westerling-Stark is THE crowned Queen,” Leo replied.
“Is that so?” Ser Rolph gave Leo a sarcastic look with a raised eyebrow, before continuing up the steps inside the Rock.
“I’ll decide the turns and I’ll establish the security checkpoints. There, we can rest for a moment. A few of you will be left there to guard the area as the others will continue to ascend. Those few will wait until we fall back. But remember, the journey down is far less exhausting. For now, let’s go up and up. Ser Olyvar Frey, would you take the honor of watching our rear?”
Ser Olyvar Frey. The name was still queer to him. As much as he liked the ‘Ser’ in his name, he would like to rid the “Frey” in the surname. He had been the most loyal squire a king could have asked for. He would have stayed with King Robb Stark to the end of the world, but his own blood tore that away from him. Olyvar was not blind though. His young king had made grave mistakes, more than Olyvar wanted to count. As much as he would have favored his sister Roslin to marry him, Olyvar knew you cannot choose the people you love. And Robb genuinely loved another, he hoped. Jeyne Westerling was just as sweet as Roslin. Olyvar would have stayed at Robb’s side as his brother-in-law, or some uncle-in-law by Lord Edmure Tully. Though by choosing Jeyne, it slighted Olyvar’s father Lord Walder Frey. But Seven Hells father, did you have to murder him? At my sister’s wedding feast? Under your own roof? Under my roof? Robb Stark was my king. He was brave and good, and Olyvar Frey loved him. And his soul was tortured in sleepless days and nights, knowing he shared the same blood as the murderers … knowing he could have stopped it if it was not for impulse. You are an honorable fool Olyvar. His father had told him of the treacherous plan the day before, but Olyvar cursed it aloud, defending Robb as it was still his duty. You should’ve been smart and played stupid with father. You could have informed Robb while you were still free, breaking this bad dream. Olyvar shouldn’t have tried to bargain with his father. He should have known he made up his mind a long while ago. Olyvar was imprisoned in the dungeons of the Twins during the Red Wedding. The gaolers were japing at him, “Go ahead, do your duty. Save your king!”
My king. The sad memories faded into blurred flashbacks.
2024.06.09 22:41 Frozen-Dreams The Wanderers (Sequence 7)
The sun’s bright rays beam through the windows, lighting up the room. One by one the teens start waking up, Samuel being the last one, rolling over and pulling the covers over his face. Mr.Richard walks into the room greeting the children.
“Ah hello all. I see you are…mostly all awake and well,” he says, stepping into the room, and taking a quick glance at Samuel.
“Well when you all are ready, and fed, I’ll be waiting in my office.” Mr.Richard gives a smile as well as a quick nod and leaves.
The group of teens look at each other, all giving a “it’s too early for this” look. They all get up and get changed into the clothes that Mr.Richard put in the dressers. They all lazily walk into the kitchen, and just like last night, the table is full of food for the teens to eat. After a hearty meal, they move onward to Mr.Richard’s office. Mr.Richard hearing the door open closes a book and stands up.
“Wonderful, I assume you’re all ready. I know this is all very weird and strange for you, but it is vital.” Mr.Richard begins to say walking to the other side of his desk. Mr.Richard notices Olivia about to say something. “Yes yes, “What are we here for? What are we doing? Well, there is no definitive answer. I know I sound like a broken record, but this-this thing is something I alone couldn’t do. I spent years journeying only to find a dead end. But that’s when I knew that I needed a team, I needed you 5.”
The teens look around at each confused but with a sense of understanding and confidence.
“What do we bring to the table tho? I mean you know about this stuff and witnessed it” Samuel questions.
“You five are brilliant, resilient, creative, powerful, and above all else you’re unique. You all are unlike any others.” Mr.Richard responds looking from his left to right. Mr.Richard gains a smile on his face “You five are the solution.” he says with a single clap of his hands.
The teens look at each other in confusion.
“Solution?” Samuel questions.
“Yeah, the solution to what?” Harrison gives a follow-up question.
Mr.Richard points his index finger on each hand up “That, is for you all to find out”
“What if we're not ready? I mean how do we know we're ready?” Kesher almost doubting himself asks.
“You..are more ready than you know. There will be times when you have to make decisions, tough decisions, but you'll know the right answer. It'll be a winding road, but if you five stick together you all will get through anything” Mr.Richard assures Kesher
The teens give glances at each other with a newfound confidence.
“Now I trust you all, and I believe in each and every one of you five,” Mr.Richard says walking towards a closet. He opens the closet, and there are 5 backpacks inside. One by one Mr.Richard hands the backpacks to the confused group of teens. “Each backpack was made specifically for each of you, everything you'll need is in there,” He said.
“Why is mine so light?” - Samuel asks puzzled “It feels like it weighs two pounds.
“Right, well that’s just yours,” Mr.Richard says to Samuel.
“So you’re gonna send ME out there for who knows how long with basically nothing, and you gave THEM everything they need?” Samuel rebuked.
“Oh of course not, you don’t have ‘nothing’ after all I’m an adventurer, a discoverer not a monster. I wouldn’t send a kid somewhere with nothing.” Mr.Richard commented, “Well I believe that is enough chit-chat, we’ve wasted enough time and it is now your time to start your journey.”
Mr.Richard opens the door of his office and proceeds to guide the group of teens to the front door. He walks the teens outside, and there awaits an SUV. The teens look at the car in awe, with the realization that this isn’t a dream.
“What are you lot waiting for? Come on hurry up, you all have places to be.” Mr.Richard says gesturing to the kids.
The kids walk down the stairs toward the SUV, they proceed to put their bags into the trunk and get in the car.
“Hello, my name is Sherwitz and I am lucky enough to be your driver today,” the driver says as the kids enter the car. A mix of “Cool” and “Hi” is said amongst the kids. Sherwitz looks in the mirror and sees Mr.Richard raising his right hand and nodding in a farewell fashion, Sherwitz nods back. Mr.Richard walks back inside as the car leaves the driveway taking the teens on an adventure they would never forget.
With the teens passing several buildings and landscapes, not a word being said by anyone. But finally, Samuel says something “So, it's actually real? I mean I knew it was real but this like solidifies it.” he voiced looking away from the window.
“Yeah, at every turn I hope I wake up from a dream,” Harrison says back.
“Well hate to break it to you, but this ain't a dream” Olivia contested.
“Well, we've been in this car for a while now” Harrison directs the conversation in a different direction.
Samuel chimes in “Me and my family have a song for long trips we sing sometimes”
Olivia rolls her eyes at the thought.
Samuel begins the song, “We're on the road” Samuel continues “In the car and we've been going far”
Nya perks up, “No way! That's what my family sings too!” She said ecstatically. Olivia joined Samuel in singing.
“Got a destination, don't know the location” they both sing together. Soon after more singing Harrison joins in.
“We're on the road” Samuel, Olivia and Harrison begin soon after Kesher shrugs and joins in.
“Got a destination, don't know the location” the four teens sing in unison. “Past the trees and mountains. Through the hillside. Watch the clouds in the sky, how they pass by.” the teens sing repeating the verses of the song. They go on for several minutes before Harrison notices Olivia not singing and nudges her to join in. Olivia side-eyes Harrison, he then nudges her again and gives a side smile. Before long Olivia rolls her eyes and starts lazily singing. The song is sung over and over again as dozens of minutes pass, the car slowly coming to a stop. “We are here” Sherwitz announces. The teens take a look around. “Are you sure this is it?” Samuel queried. “You all are exactly where you need to be,” Sherwitz reassured. The teens look at each other and back outside, cautiously getting out of the car. As they get out of the car they see a forest with trees for miles. “Remind me to NEVER go on a road trip with you four” Olivia complained. “Oh c’mon you know you enjoyed it” Harrison bantered, Olivia gives him a mean scowl “Or, maybe not” Harrison mumbled while picking up his bag. As Sherwitz finishes helping the teens with their bags he shuts the car trunk and proceeds to say “Not only I, but Mr.Richard, and everyone working with him have extreme faith and believe in each and every one of you. There is nothing you can’t do together, as a team. Your journey may be long and tedious, but no matter the time or challenge, you all will get through it as long as you have each other” he nods and walks to the driver's side door, gets in, and drives off.
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“Ah hello all. I see you are…mostly all awake and well,” he says, stepping into the room, and taking a quick glance at Samuel.
“Well when you all are ready, and fed, I’ll be waiting in my office.” Mr.Richard gives a smile as well as a quick nod and leaves.
The group of teens look at each other, all giving a “it’s too early for this” look. They all get up and get changed into the clothes that Mr.Richard put in the dressers. They all lazily walk into the kitchen, and just like last night, the table is full of food for the teens to eat. After a hearty meal, they move onward to Mr.Richard’s office. Mr.Richard hearing the door open closes a book and stands up.
“Wonderful, I assume you’re all ready. I know this is all very weird and strange for you, but it is vital.” Mr.Richard begins to say walking to the other side of his desk. Mr.Richard notices Olivia about to say something. “Yes yes, “What are we here for? What are we doing? Well, there is no definitive answer. I know I sound like a broken record, but this-this thing is something I alone couldn’t do. I spent years journeying only to find a dead end. But that’s when I knew that I needed a team, I needed you 5.”
The teens look around at each confused but with a sense of understanding and confidence.
“What do we bring to the table tho? I mean you know about this stuff and witnessed it” Samuel questions.
“You five are brilliant, resilient, creative, powerful, and above all else you’re unique. You all are unlike any others.” Mr.Richard responds looking from his left to right. Mr.Richard gains a smile on his face “You five are the solution.” he says with a single clap of his hands.
The teens look at each other in confusion.
“Solution?” Samuel questions.
“Yeah, the solution to what?” Harrison gives a follow-up question.
Mr.Richard points his index finger on each hand up “That, is for you all to find out”
“What if we're not ready? I mean how do we know we're ready?” Kesher almost doubting himself asks.
“You..are more ready than you know. There will be times when you have to make decisions, tough decisions, but you'll know the right answer. It'll be a winding road, but if you five stick together you all will get through anything” Mr.Richard assures Kesher
The teens give glances at each other with a newfound confidence.
“Now I trust you all, and I believe in each and every one of you five,” Mr.Richard says walking towards a closet. He opens the closet, and there are 5 backpacks inside. One by one Mr.Richard hands the backpacks to the confused group of teens. “Each backpack was made specifically for each of you, everything you'll need is in there,” He said.
“Why is mine so light?” - Samuel asks puzzled “It feels like it weighs two pounds.
“Right, well that’s just yours,” Mr.Richard says to Samuel.
“So you’re gonna send ME out there for who knows how long with basically nothing, and you gave THEM everything they need?” Samuel rebuked.
“Oh of course not, you don’t have ‘nothing’ after all I’m an adventurer, a discoverer not a monster. I wouldn’t send a kid somewhere with nothing.” Mr.Richard commented, “Well I believe that is enough chit-chat, we’ve wasted enough time and it is now your time to start your journey.”
Mr.Richard opens the door of his office and proceeds to guide the group of teens to the front door. He walks the teens outside, and there awaits an SUV. The teens look at the car in awe, with the realization that this isn’t a dream.
“What are you lot waiting for? Come on hurry up, you all have places to be.” Mr.Richard says gesturing to the kids.
The kids walk down the stairs toward the SUV, they proceed to put their bags into the trunk and get in the car.
“Hello, my name is Sherwitz and I am lucky enough to be your driver today,” the driver says as the kids enter the car. A mix of “Cool” and “Hi” is said amongst the kids. Sherwitz looks in the mirror and sees Mr.Richard raising his right hand and nodding in a farewell fashion, Sherwitz nods back. Mr.Richard walks back inside as the car leaves the driveway taking the teens on an adventure they would never forget.
With the teens passing several buildings and landscapes, not a word being said by anyone. But finally, Samuel says something “So, it's actually real? I mean I knew it was real but this like solidifies it.” he voiced looking away from the window.
“Yeah, at every turn I hope I wake up from a dream,” Harrison says back.
“Well hate to break it to you, but this ain't a dream” Olivia contested.
“Well, we've been in this car for a while now” Harrison directs the conversation in a different direction.
Samuel chimes in “Me and my family have a song for long trips we sing sometimes”
Olivia rolls her eyes at the thought.
Samuel begins the song, “We're on the road” Samuel continues “In the car and we've been going far”
Nya perks up, “No way! That's what my family sings too!” She said ecstatically. Olivia joined Samuel in singing.
“Got a destination, don't know the location” they both sing together. Soon after more singing Harrison joins in.
“We're on the road” Samuel, Olivia and Harrison begin soon after Kesher shrugs and joins in.
“Got a destination, don't know the location” the four teens sing in unison. “Past the trees and mountains. Through the hillside. Watch the clouds in the sky, how they pass by.” the teens sing repeating the verses of the song. They go on for several minutes before Harrison notices Olivia not singing and nudges her to join in. Olivia side-eyes Harrison, he then nudges her again and gives a side smile. Before long Olivia rolls her eyes and starts lazily singing. The song is sung over and over again as dozens of minutes pass, the car slowly coming to a stop. “We are here” Sherwitz announces. The teens take a look around. “Are you sure this is it?” Samuel queried. “You all are exactly where you need to be,” Sherwitz reassured. The teens look at each other and back outside, cautiously getting out of the car. As they get out of the car they see a forest with trees for miles. “Remind me to NEVER go on a road trip with you four” Olivia complained. “Oh c’mon you know you enjoyed it” Harrison bantered, Olivia gives him a mean scowl “Or, maybe not” Harrison mumbled while picking up his bag. As Sherwitz finishes helping the teens with their bags he shuts the car trunk and proceeds to say “Not only I, but Mr.Richard, and everyone working with him have extreme faith and believe in each and every one of you. There is nothing you can’t do together, as a team. Your journey may be long and tedious, but no matter the time or challenge, you all will get through it as long as you have each other” he nods and walks to the driver's side door, gets in, and drives off.
2024.06.09 22:41 Interesting-Hat-7570 java
prjoect https://github.com/LetMeDiie/iceCreamShop Hello! I've created a Java project and I'd like to ask for your evaluation. Please, take a look at the README file to get a detailed description of the project's architecture and analysis.
Your main task is to assess the quality of the project's design and analysis. If you come across any issues or have questions, please don't hesitate to voice them. Your feedback is crucial as any ambiguity may indicate flaws in my design or other issues.
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Your main task is to assess the quality of the project's design and analysis. If you come across any issues or have questions, please don't hesitate to voice them. Your feedback is crucial as any ambiguity may indicate flaws in my design or other issues.
It's also important to remember that sharing code for review by others is one of the most effective ways to identify problems and discover my weaknesses. I'd be grateful for any comments and recommendations! Thank you for your attention
2024.06.09 22:39 ThatKir Zen: One Big Happy Buddha Family
The Situation outside the Gates about Family
The meaning of family can be talked about in different ways. Three of the most common ways that people default to in talking about family are the biological/blood kinship that most of us that weren't born as orphans are familiar with, the formal religious institutions we belong to, as well as the elective communities we join that share a common set of shared symbols and values as well as offer support when we need it.One of the most prominent examples of the third sort of family in Western culture that has received more attention in recent years are the support networks and communities that persons in the LGBTQ+ community have forged for themselves to make up for deficiencies in the former or as an adjunct to them.
https://prismreports.org/2022/09/16/queer-non-nuclear-non-conformist-family/
https://www.southcoast.org/pride-month-ally-moms-nancy
https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/ng-interactive/2019/jun/20/american-family-trans-gender-queer-nonbinary
Entering the Gates
Zen communities were elective families that people entered in a manner distinct from biological kinship and religious institutions and in a way that generated a reaction of hostility, bigotry, and persecution that the modern religious-right in America has echoed in its targeting of trans youths.Zen texts are replete with references to leaving home as well as biographical sketches of Zen Masters to-be setting aside both biological and religious families to engage with the Zen tradition. The biographical sketches need to be qualified with the fact that most of them were not written by the Zen Master themselves and are not referenced or cited in any great number in Zen instructional texts.
Yangshan
Ch' an master Hui Chi of Yang Shan mountain in Yuan Chou district was a native of Huai Hai in Shao Chou district. His lay surname was Yeh. At the age of fifteen, he intended to leave home but was prevented by his parents. Two years later, he cut off two of his fingers and prostrated himself before his parents, swearing that he would go in search of the right Dharma to pay the debt of gratitude which he owed them
Zhaozhou
After the master received the [precepts] and ordination, he heard that his original master1 had moved to Hu-kuo yuan in the west of Ts’ao province,’ so he returned there to pay his respects. Upon his return, his original master sent a message to his home saying, “A child of your house has returned from his travels.” The people of his household were extremely happy, and planned to come and see him the following day. The master heard of this and said, “There is no end to the worldly dusts of the net of love. I have rejected this, and have left home. I do not wish to see them a second time.” That night he packed his things and left.1: No name given, no references by other Zen Masters. Safe to say this "original master" isn't of the lineage.
Huineng
My father, a native of Fan Yang, was dismissed from his official post and banished to be a commoner in Hsin Chou in Kwangtung. I was unlucky in that my father died when I was very young, leaving my mother poor and miserable. We moved to Canton and were then in very bad circumstances.
It must be due to my good karma in past lives that I heard about this, and that I was given ten taels for the maintenance of my mother by a man who advised me to go to HuangMei to interview the Fifth Patriarch. After arrangements had been made for her, I left for Huang Mei, which took me less than thirty days to reach.
Mingben
I had not yet finished school, that, when I was nine years old, my mother died and I [therefore] stopped attending school. From early on, I harbored the wish to become a monk. The worldly conditions daily became more restrictive, so I made a hundred plans how to abandon these conditions.
Until I was 24, although I made no special effort to liberate myself from these conditions, it just resolved by itself…
In the fifth month of this year, I climbed the mountain alone and paid the late master my respect.
Ascending the Seat
Zen instruction overturns both the blood-kinship-loyalty notions of family as well as the religious-doctrinal-affirmation notion of family while using the language of a Zen lineage with fathers, uncles, sons, daughters, and ancient patriarchs.When the Master was crossing a river with Uncle Mi of Shen-shan, he asked, "How does one cross a river?"This is an interview between Dongshan and his dharma-grandfather's (Yaoshan Weiyan) dharma-son (Shenshan Sengmi). There's an intergenerational dynamic of instruction being played out here as well as a context of references that could get lost in translation.
"Don't get your feet wet," said Shen-shan.
At your venerable age, how can you say such a thing!" said the Master.
"How do you cross a river?" asked Shen-shan.
"Feet don't get wet," replied the Master.
"How does one cross the river?" ("How do you get enlightened?")
"Don't get your feet wet," said Shen-shan. ("You can't do it by taking it step by step")
"At your venerable age, how can you say such a thing!" ("You're my uncle, you should know better than pulling this crap!")
"How do you cross a river?" ("What's your take, kid?")
"Feet don't get wet," ("Enlightenment is already manifest.")
From Linji:
"Followers of the Way, if you want to get the kind of understanding that accords with the Dharma, never be misled by others. Whether you're facing inward or facing outward. whatever you meet up with, just kill it! If you meet a buddha, kill the buddha. If you meet a patriarch, kill the patriarch. If you meet an arhat, kill the arhat. If you meet your parents, kill your parents. If you meet your kinfolk, kill your kinfolk. Then for the first time you will gain emancipation, will not be entangled with things, will pass freely anywhere you wish to go.The context here is critical and frequently misrepresented in the West by Dogenism and New Age religious gurus.
The central practice of Zen instruction as attested by the thousand years of records is public interviewing, not meditation, not mind-purification, not sutra-chanting, not merit-cultivation.
You can only kill a buddha, a patriarch, a saint, your parents, and your kinfolk if you can proceed in dharma-conversation with them, answer their questions, and set out a question for them that leaves them unable to instantaneously attest. This goes to show that there is both a recognition of understanding within the Zen tradition that can be talked about as familial but which defies the commonplace understandings surrounding the duties of blood-kinship-loyalty and religious-affiliation that are couched as essentially and intrinsically familial by believers in them.
Of course, killing is only one-half of the Zen tradition of killing-and-giving-life. But if someone can't even kill, how could anyone say they know anything about the meaning of giving life?
I'll hand off the mic to Hengchuan.
Here he is speaking to an old lady that was visiting the Zen community-storehouse that she donated to:
A strong and solid storehouse — every person has one, filled with precious things, but these are not gold and silver. Today, grandmother, you must recognize yours, so in the future you won’t have to ask anyone else.
2024.06.09 22:39 orange_cat_brain AITAH for not moving my seat so an obese person could be more comfortable on the bus?
So, I feel like this could go a lot of ways and I'm not sure if I'm actually an asshole or not so some outside perspective is needed.
Im (23f) am 5'7" so I'm not the shortest or tallest girl I'm in between.
I got on a bus Saturday at 11am. I am moving across the country on said bus. I'm not stopping at hotels I'm just going full send because that's how the ticket worked out. Which is fine. The bus is extremely uncomfortable though, I mean you're fucked if you're taller then me on this bus, there's just not a lot of leg room. But what's nice is the seats go down about 4 inches so you can kinda lean at an angle and scoot up a little bit to get some sleep and have more leg room and when it is like this it does not interfere with the passenger behind you, in normal circumstances
My seat was already down, I was asleep. The persons seat in front of me was down and the person next to me had the persons seat in front of them down. We had a stop at 3am to pickup some folks, no biggie. I'm in my assigned seat, all my stuff is to myself and I'm just trying to continue sleeping. Next thing I know I have someone kicking my seat. My eyes were shut so I didn't see who got on behind me.
At first I figured they were probably rustling with their bags and trying to get comfy, it takes a minute, a hot minute so I didn't mind.
But it kept happening for about a half an hour. I was starting to get kinda cranky as I'm going to be on this bus for days and I'd rather not get no sleep and kicked in the back while I do it.
I just kinda rolled over and got comfortable again when the person behind me turned on my light above me and their light. I open my eyes and see what's wrong and this person is very unreasonably angry you can just see his face is ready to pop. I asked him what's the matter and he said "did you not understand I was trying to get you to move your seat" and I was really confused and realized that he meant communicating like an ape hitting my chair was supposed to make me realize he was asking me to move my seat.
I paused as I was genuinely in disbelief at this conversation I was having now at almost 4am. I look at this guy he's probably 5'5" he's shorter then me and about 400 pounds. At that very moment I was understanding the problem. He had enough leg room, but he was too fat to fit there with my seat slightly down comfortably..in my opinion that's not at all my problem especially when you handle it like an absolute asshole. If he asked nicely I would have moved it because obviously being uncomfortable isn't fun on the bus but when you treat me with no respect you don't get any in return.
Kicking my seat and waking me up as well as other passengers and being rude is not how it is done. I politely declined and stated how I paid extra for this window seat and It was late so I wanted to be reclined a bit so I could sleep and would move it back as soon as we stopped and "blank" station for breakfast at 630am.
He got angry and huffed and then called me an asshole and "fat phobic" whatever the fuck that means since I wasn't NOT doing it cuz he's fat I wasnt going to because he was an asshole.
Not even ten minutes after I fall asleep he kicks my chair more. I impulsively ask him why he doesn't just move one seat to the right where the person next to me doesn't have their seat back and that's when I realized he's sitting in both seats because he's too big for one. That was my first time seeing him sitting so I did feel bad about that and told him that there were other open seats and he could sit there until our stop in the morning for breakfast. He called me an asshole again and got up and complained about me being "nasty" to the driver. I wasn't nasty at all. My tone was level and I was trying to be as nice as possible. He was the one kicking my chair acting like a child even though he must've been close to 50 years old. I never once said anything about his weight and wasn't mean by any means.
I went back to sleep with my chair reclined and woke up and moved it back just as I said I would when we stopped for breakfast but he did not come back.
So am I the asshole for not giving a man child what he wanted because he was rude even though he was also morbidly obese to the point he couldn't fit on the bus normally?
I feel bad now but also feel like if I just let him have what he wanted he would never learn not to kick someones seat.
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Im (23f) am 5'7" so I'm not the shortest or tallest girl I'm in between.
I got on a bus Saturday at 11am. I am moving across the country on said bus. I'm not stopping at hotels I'm just going full send because that's how the ticket worked out. Which is fine. The bus is extremely uncomfortable though, I mean you're fucked if you're taller then me on this bus, there's just not a lot of leg room. But what's nice is the seats go down about 4 inches so you can kinda lean at an angle and scoot up a little bit to get some sleep and have more leg room and when it is like this it does not interfere with the passenger behind you, in normal circumstances
My seat was already down, I was asleep. The persons seat in front of me was down and the person next to me had the persons seat in front of them down. We had a stop at 3am to pickup some folks, no biggie. I'm in my assigned seat, all my stuff is to myself and I'm just trying to continue sleeping. Next thing I know I have someone kicking my seat. My eyes were shut so I didn't see who got on behind me.
At first I figured they were probably rustling with their bags and trying to get comfy, it takes a minute, a hot minute so I didn't mind.
But it kept happening for about a half an hour. I was starting to get kinda cranky as I'm going to be on this bus for days and I'd rather not get no sleep and kicked in the back while I do it.
I just kinda rolled over and got comfortable again when the person behind me turned on my light above me and their light. I open my eyes and see what's wrong and this person is very unreasonably angry you can just see his face is ready to pop. I asked him what's the matter and he said "did you not understand I was trying to get you to move your seat" and I was really confused and realized that he meant communicating like an ape hitting my chair was supposed to make me realize he was asking me to move my seat.
I paused as I was genuinely in disbelief at this conversation I was having now at almost 4am. I look at this guy he's probably 5'5" he's shorter then me and about 400 pounds. At that very moment I was understanding the problem. He had enough leg room, but he was too fat to fit there with my seat slightly down comfortably..in my opinion that's not at all my problem especially when you handle it like an absolute asshole. If he asked nicely I would have moved it because obviously being uncomfortable isn't fun on the bus but when you treat me with no respect you don't get any in return.
Kicking my seat and waking me up as well as other passengers and being rude is not how it is done. I politely declined and stated how I paid extra for this window seat and It was late so I wanted to be reclined a bit so I could sleep and would move it back as soon as we stopped and "blank" station for breakfast at 630am.
He got angry and huffed and then called me an asshole and "fat phobic" whatever the fuck that means since I wasn't NOT doing it cuz he's fat I wasnt going to because he was an asshole.
Not even ten minutes after I fall asleep he kicks my chair more. I impulsively ask him why he doesn't just move one seat to the right where the person next to me doesn't have their seat back and that's when I realized he's sitting in both seats because he's too big for one. That was my first time seeing him sitting so I did feel bad about that and told him that there were other open seats and he could sit there until our stop in the morning for breakfast. He called me an asshole again and got up and complained about me being "nasty" to the driver. I wasn't nasty at all. My tone was level and I was trying to be as nice as possible. He was the one kicking my chair acting like a child even though he must've been close to 50 years old. I never once said anything about his weight and wasn't mean by any means.
I went back to sleep with my chair reclined and woke up and moved it back just as I said I would when we stopped for breakfast but he did not come back.
So am I the asshole for not giving a man child what he wanted because he was rude even though he was also morbidly obese to the point he couldn't fit on the bus normally?
I feel bad now but also feel like if I just let him have what he wanted he would never learn not to kick someones seat.
2024.06.09 22:38 TempusCarpe The Confirmed Hoax Fallacy
 | The Confirmed Hoax Fallacy An Old Argument Raises Its Ignorant Head Yet Again TEMPORAL RECON JUN 8 submitted by TempusCarpe to JohnTitor [link] [comments] I was recently invited to write an essay by someone who I respect greatly in their own personal search for truth. He asked that, while an update to Conviction of a Time Traveler is not necessarily in the offing, he did wonder if I might be amenable to a friendly reminder of the evidence provided in COATT nearly a decade ago now. What spurred his request was that he had noticed recently that several people online had been echoing the ‘confirmed hoax’ trope when discussions would might around to the John Titor series of posts which occurred online back in 2000/2001. His noticing of this false argument was nothing new; I had also noticed it crop up from time to time over the last 20 years. I hold the ‘confirmed hoax’ argument in special and particular disdain. Why? Primarily because evidence exists and was provided in Conviction of a Time Traveler in 2009 that Titor was legitimate and, ironically enough, was read by many of the so-called experts espousing the ‘confirmed hoax’ lie. So when these fake experts tell you that the Titor story was a ‘confirmed hoax,’ they are lying to you. Conviction of a Time Traveler provided new and original evidence that has never, to date, been debunked since its publication; a full 14 years. The evidence provided (which many of these lazy forum participants are aware of) pointed to one, inexorable and inescapable conclusion: Titor was legit. But this evidence, while never disproven, is always ignored. Why is that? We’ll put a pin in that… Pledge your support Ironically, not only has the evidence documented in Conviction of a Time Traveler never been debunked, but it has also even been plagiarized by lazy authors who can’t be bothered to do original research or, lacking the intellectual horsepower necessary to do even that, fail to provide appropriate attribution to their source material. So what of this, ‘Confirmed Hoax’ claim? Is it true? HAS the John Titor episode actually been ‘confirmed’ as a hoax? When someone in a position of pretend authority declares from their cardboard pedestal that the John Titor story is a ‘Confirmed Hoax,’ have you ever noticed they never provide the person who did the confirming? “Confirmed hoax?” ‘Confirmed’ by whom, pray tell? When the term ‘Confirmed Hoax’ is used, what imagery comes to mind? I dare say it implies that some sort of shadowy group of learned scholars sat around a big wooden table, carefully assessed and addressed the claims. All the evidence and counter-arguments were carefully measured while hidden away in some stone castle somewhere until a white puff of smoke curls over its stone-tiled rooftops, declaring to the world once and for all, “Our confirmation is complete. John Titor was a hoax!” Bullshit. Here’s the dirty little secret of the ‘Confirmed Hoax’ statements: they are actually shorthand for, “I don’t have the intellectual capacity to argue in favor or against, so in order to come off like some sort of authority and maintain my fake position of authority, I’ll just take the safest position and simply declare that the Titor story is a hoax, that it was ‘confirmed’ and let’s please just move on to some other topic.” ‘Confirmed Hoax,’ is a coward’s gambit, a bet, that there won’t be anyone to come along to rock the boat and topple these posers off their flimsy stage of pretend authority. This was the environment I walked into when I first published Conviction of a Time Traveler in 2010, and apparently, it hasn’t changed in 15 years. When I first posted on Paranormalis (IIRC) announcing that I had written a book that documented the evidence in favor of Titor’s veracity, the then-reigning Titor authority (‘Darby’) haughtily pronounced, “Present your evidence and we’ll discuss it.” Share It was in that moment that I chose a path that nobody before me had ever embarked upon. I said, “No.” Nobody had ever said ‘no’ before. There are pages and pages of forum posts by people before me who discovered some of the same bits and pieces that I discovered that pointed to Titor’s truth. And they were excited to show what they had discovered! And, owing to their excitement, and unfortunately, their naivete, they excitedly shared their evidence, wrongfully believing that the forums’ leadership was interested in getting to the bottom of the Titor episode. Little did they suspect that ‘Darby’ and others were acting as gatekeepers of truth, whose sole purpose was to establish and maintain a lid on the narrative that was the John Titor episode. He, and his ilk gaslighted and bullied these poor naifs into silence by using their fake authority to debunk and explain away the very real evidence they had discovered. That is, until COATT was published. Unfortunately for these enemies of Truth, the internet is forever. In my research leading up to the publication of Conviction of a Time Traveler, I had the benefit of not only studying Titor’s posts, but also all the follow-on discussions after their departure. I reviewed literally years of online forum content and, as I did so, I made a very curious observation: in all the years of discussion after Titor departed, not one piece of evidence ever (ever) caused ‘Darby’ or any of the other fake authorities to question their ‘it’s a hoax!’ position. They NEVER saw a piece of evidence that they didn’t dismiss, mock, ignore or explain away with contortions of logic that would make Wetzel’s Pretzels blush. This is in stark contrast to how someone who was truly in search of truth would act. If ‘Darby’ and the others truly were curious, isn’t this a little odd? Really? Not ONE piece of evidence ever caused ‘Darby’ to pause and say, “hmm, that’s interesting…” Not once, ever. And there are years of forum posts to confirm this. So, when Darby commanded from his perch of fake authority that I ‘present my evidence so that we might discuss it’ I laughed in his face [paraphrasing], “No. A real discussion of the evidence hasn’t occurred here for years, and I do not recognize your so-called position as some sort of ‘expert’ on the Titor story. LITERALLY EVERYTHING there is to learn, or study, is published in the Titor posts for all to read. You hold no special knowledge, no special position, no special nothing. I do not submit to your fake authority. You want to learn about Titor, read the book.” Or words to that effect, anyway… In the end, the evidence provided in COATT was so unassailable and the argument so solid that ‘Darby’ and his ilk suddenly became more and more quiet as they slowly realized I wasn’t going to wilt under their “authoritay.” Eventually, they slinked away with their rhetorical tails tucked. But this was not the end of the story! Because ‘time travel’ had become quite the pet interest of mine (owing to the further evidence I discovered after publication), that I continued to post online in various discussion forums. I even wrote numerous essays on a variety of topics, all spurred on by the ‘time travel’ question and all its implications. Fast Forward Fast forwarding to today, we’re back at the ‘confirmed hoax’ argument again. What was once offered up (“HOAX!”) by Darby and others, is now cold soup served by the latest crop of fake authorities. And what happens when fake authority utters the ‘Confirmed Hoax’ discussion-brake? The same thing that happened a decade ago: the earnest neophyte shrugs their shoulders secure in the false belief that others smarter than they have studied the topic and arrived at some irrefutable conclusion; no further discussion necessary (or allowed). They have no idea just how close they came to uncovering something truly fantastic, had they only relied on their own judgment instead of the know-nothing proclamations of others. Pledge your support Which brings me to why I wrote COATT in the first place. Instead of simply doing my research and arriving at my own (private) conclusion, I realized that too many people were believing fake authority and ignoring Titor’s warnings about our future. Once I realized that Titor was legitimate (caveated, of course), how could I NOT share my findings? The stakes were simply too high. IF what Titor said were true 24 years ago, that the world was heading for an upending change in the status quo, and that many people would die as a result of it, how could I remain silent and not inform others that his warnings were something to be listened to? Perhaps people with ears to hear might take heed and make the appropriate preparations. I know I did. But, as my friend has informed me, it appears that the fake experts have reared their ugly and useless heads once again telling us that there is ‘nothing to the Titor story’ and that it is a “confirmed hoax.” THIS was the reason that I was recently asked to provide my evidence once again. And THIS is the reason this essay is dragging on. These pretenders to authority are like roaches; as soon as the exterminator leaves, they come out of the woodwork intent on dismantling the Truth once again. God’s work never ends, it seems, even with a 99% success rate… So, now that we’ve got all THAT out of the way, and as a sort of transition, I’d like to bring you up to speed on what I’ve been up to since I published Conviction of a Time Traveler in 2010. To be perfectly frank, after COATT’s publication, I thought I was done with the Titor story; I had said my piece and was perfectly willing to move on with my life and prepare for the event that causes the change in the status quo. But the annoying fact was that the Titor story itself didn’t end with the cessation of Titor’s posts in 2001. As new evidence appeared in the months and years following publication, like dog shit on my shoe that I can’t scrape off, I could never cleanly cleave myself from the Titor story. Not that I wanted to, mind you, it is a fascinating topic, regardless of your opinion. But what surprised me the most was that new evidence continued to appear, year after year. And, as more evidence appeared, my curiosity was consistently kept piqued and on alert. Trust me, it is exhausting. To give you a sense of what I discovered, I can tell you that your experts are wrong and that ‘time travel’ is neither novel nor unusual; we are very literally awash in ‘time travelers.’ My research suggests that ‘time machines’ have been present in our past going as far back as 850AD. But I digress. Share Suffice it to say that the Titor rabbit hole is but one example of a massively large group of programs from an unknown number of organizations from across time. The ‘time travel’ question runs much deeper (and much farther back in time) and crosses over into more (so-called) esoteric topics than anyone gives it credit for. As I said, it’s exhausting. My whole point here is that, even after I published in 2009, my curiosity in the topic (and its implications of yet larger vistas) did not wane. And, because of this continued and unabating curiosity, I discovered yet more evidence, crafted more theories and came to more conclusions. A philosopher once described the acquisition of new information as an ever-expanding circle surrounding the man; a horizon where known and unknown meet where new answers only beget new questions which push the circle farther and farther out. This has been my experience over the last 15 years re the Titor narrative and the larger ‘time travel’ question. How could it be otherwise? Unfortunately for you, you are being convinced by fools that the Titor episode is a ‘Confirmed Hoax.’ You haven’t even made the leap to the possibility that ‘time travel’ is even possible. How can you explore the implications of ‘time travel’ when you can’t even consider its reality, a fundamental starting point? I have a very strong (ehem) conviction that our collective naïveté on the subject will be violently revoked in the very near ‘future.’ The Two Camps, The Two Mistakes During my research, I observed that within the Titor commentariat there are two basic camps: the Debunkers and the True Believers. The Debunking camp will provide any contortion of logic to maintain the ‘Titor was a hoax’ narrative. The True Believers, on the other hand, will believe any contortion of logic that maintains their belief in The Gospel of John. What if I told you both camps were wrong? Now, the debunking camp will tell you that Titor must be a hoax because his predictions didn’t come true. Oh, well…his predictions didn’t come true? I guess we’re done then? Obviously, his whole purpose for posting was to make predictions like some Magic Eight Ball, right? And if those don’t pan out, well, ‘CONFIRMED HOAX!’ Get the Book On the other side of that coin, the True Believers out there, who never saw a confirmation bias they didn’t love, will tell you that Titor’s predictions didn’t come true because he changed the future. This of course is a recipe for explaining away literally any detracting evidence thus making Titor true no matter any evidence to the contrary. Let’s take the True Believers first: The concept of Divergence, while a handy explanation, does not/cannot explain all differences in histories away. In fact, were what Titor said was true (remember, we are True Believers for the moment and are taking Titor’s words as gospel) he absolutely must take measures to minimize divergence as much as possible and NOT allow it to span wildly. Otherwise, the entire power of the ‘time machine’ is rendered moot. I accept that Divergence is likely a real measurement necessary for the efficient execution of ‘time travel’ missions, but it should, by no means, be the magic skeleton key to explain away every question. In fact, while divergence is very likely a real ‘thing’ or artifact or measurement of difference between world lines, the Truth is that divergence must absolutely be kept to a minimum to make any practical use of the gravity engine sitting in the back seat of your old blue Geo Metro. So, no. Divergence cannot be the handy tool we need to contort ourselves into believing, as much as we might like to. Now for the debunkers: The debunkers have a variety of options available to them to argue that Titor was a ‘confirmed hoax.’ Regardless, these arguments typically boil down to two primary classes: He has special training or knowledge, and/or He’s just a lucky guesser. Unfortunately for the debunkers (and those who listen to them), these explanations make a very serious error: that predictions are a relevant metric to judge Titor’s truth at all. They are not. Serious question: Why should a ‘time traveler’ be subject to the same metrics that a psychic is to determine if his claims of ‘time travel’ are true? The point here is that you can’t compare a horse to a whale and complain that the horse can’t swim. They are two completely different animals, and the same goes for ‘time travelers’ and psychics or tarot readers or any other domain whose reputation is dependent on the true-ness of the information they provide. Comparing Titor’s predictions to actual, experienced history is also an imperfect and inappropriate metric if one is to objectively assess Titor from a blank slate starting point. This points to a much deeper insight into the true purpose of the Titor posts, but that’s for a different day. So, because of both these problems, any real researcher worth their salt would have to find some other way to determine the truth/falsity of the Titor narrative. Remember, when first approaching the Titor question as an objective investigator, Titor is both equally a hoax and legitimate. Imagine Schrodinger’s cat meets Columbo… I’ll give you this observation for free, just to get your juices flowing: Did you notice that absolutely none of John’s predictions (event + date) came true, but all his statements concerning conditions about our future did? Don’t you find this interesting? Or hadn’t you noticed, too blinded by the bright and shiny, attention-grabbing predictions of nuclear war? But I am getting ahead of myself; we still haven’t provided the evidence that it’s simply more likely that Titor was an actual time traveler than some ‘hoaxer genius.’ And so we finally get to the whole point of this essay in the first place, a reminder and summary of the evidence first provided in Conviction of a Time Traveler all the way back in those halcyon days of 2010:
– J. Titor, Nov 7, 2000
-J. Titor
– J. Titor, Nov 15, 2000
– J. Titor, Feb 15, 2001
-J. Titor, Feb 21, 2001
-J. Titor, Feb 25, 2001
-J. Titor, Feb 25, 2001
He predicts an optical measurement system for atomic clocks. He predicts the new system measures oscillation and not some other aspect. He predicts this new system increases measurement precision and not some other aspect. “The C206 uses 6 cesium clocks but they use an optical system to check the oscillation frequency. This makes the worldline divergence confidence much higher.” – J. Titor, Nov 7, 2000
But, the middle question, ‘…what is Ginger…’ did not violate either of those two questions so he acquiesced and answered it. He answered by saying, “It looks like a sort of motorized scooter. What do you think IT is?” – J. Titor, Jan 29, 2001 This answer immediately got my attention because, in 2000 when the question was asked, the answer was truly unknown, thus Mr. Kolesnik’s question. However, in 2009 when I was first looking into the Titor narrative, I knew what Ginger was because I remembered it. Hindsight truly was 20/20. As a bit of background, during 1999 (the exact timing escapes me), a ‘viral’ marketing campaign was underway by an inventor named Dean Kamen. While never revealing what this new product was, the billboards merely asked, “What is IT?” or “What is Ginger?” That was all they said. It is obvious now, and was obvious even then, that Kamen was attempting to create a buzz for his new invention. Fair enough. It also explains why it was asked of Titor in 2000. Kamen’s ad campaign was working! People were truly wondering. Now understand, the hype (and I use that term specifically) surrounding the Ginger ad campaign was fairly strong. Kamen predicted that his invention would reinvent how people moved about cities; it would cause their utter redesign and how they were laid out and organized. Big claims, to be sure. So strong in fact that Kamen was able to land a spot on Good Morning America where he finally revealed what his invention was. In December of 2001, and live on the air, Kamen, with Katie Couric, revealed Ginger to the world. Ginger was none other than the Segway. And what did Titor say it was? “A type of motorized scooter” And Stella says there’s nothing more to learn… Get the Book Titor’s absolute spot-on declaration of what Kamen’s invention was nearly a year before it was unveiled hit me right between the eyes. Eight years later, I already knew that Ginger was the Segway because I remembered the event. Here was a maniac on the internet claiming to be a ‘time traveler’ and he correctly ‘guessed’ what Ginger was a mere 2 ½ hours after it was asked and 11 months before it was officially unveiled? It was Titor’s statement here that caused me to look deeper (much deeper, in fact) into the Titor narrative and, after exhaustive research and extensive supporting evidence, I concluded that Titor was in fact, legitimate. Now here’s the truly interesting part of this piece of the Titor saga: you can’t find this statement about Ginger online anywhere anymore. It has been scrubbed from online sources everywhere. Now, when I first discovered the Titor story, I saw that there appeared to be a couple different versions of the posts and I just, by chance, found a version of the posts with the Ginger reference in it. I saw that some versions had the Ginger reference, and some did not. At the time, I did not know how to understand this. But I do now. Revisiting Old Theories As I mentioned before, hindsight is 20/20, and that is especially true when discussing ‘time travel’ and ‘time travelers.’ So, it seems oddly appropriate to provide a few examples of updated information that only revealed themselves with the fullness of time after publication. ‘leader’ In Conviction of a Time Traveler, I found the following quote especially interesting: “The President or “leader” in 2005 I believe tried desperately to be the next Lincoln and hold the country together but many of their policies drove a larger wedge into the Bill of Rights. The President in 2009 was interested only in keeping his/her power base.”
Of course, here we are 24 years after Titor’s statement and 12 years after I wrote COATT, and I have now come to a different conclusion about the quotation marks around the word ‘leader’. I now surmise that Titor was referring to Biden and not Obama when he wrote that. Because I personally didn’t have a ‘time machine’ at the time, I never could have expected the dementia patient currently ‘in’ the White House and supposedly ‘leading’ the country. For anyone watching, it is patently obvious that Mr. Biden isn’t ‘leading’ anything. So, in the context of this and our current national situation, those quotation marks sure make a hell of a lot more sense now, don’t you think? This reassessment obviously puts a giant bullseye on the 2024-2025 time period for what Titor commented upon in 2000. So, yes. I have reassessed this particular conclusion since publishing Conviction of a Time Traveler due to the slow passage of time and its equally slow revelation of Truth. Gates Another interesting comment by Titor had to do with Bill Gates. Recall that in 2000/2001, Bill Gates was ‘merely’ the CEO of Microsoft. He was among the richest men in the world and many news stories of the time commented upon this fact. Almost kind of like Elon Musk’s notoriety in both scope and scale. So, as such, a forum participant named ‘Joe’ asked Titor for any information regarding Bill Gates’ future. Titor’s response? “This I do know but I won’t discuss.” -J. Titor, Feb 23, 2001 An interesting, if not completely unhelpful, answer. Wouldn’t you say? Considering we now know how Gates has morphed from Tech Titan selling mediocre products to Farmland baron, GMO mosquito breeder and mRNA advocate and (alleged) mass murderer in India and elsewhere in the third world, Titor’s statement that he does know about Gates’ future rings true. In fact, what was also a bit interesting was when someone later pressed him on any information regarding Gates’ future. To which he responded, Just curious, why is he of such interest? -J Titor, Mar 5, 2001 Considering what we know now about Gates and his predilections (his ‘wife’ deserted him upon revelation of his visits to Epstein Island), I’m willing to bet that John was naturally curious as to why Gates, of all people, was of such interest to the forum participants that they would ask twice about him. Coincidence? Or did Titor suspect a mole from a different program in the forum? Who knows. His curiosity about their curiosity in Gates is interesting, nothing more. Conclusion And there you have (some of) it. A summary of some of the evidence documented in Conviction of a Time Traveler written nearly 15 years ago. The evidence contained in that small book has never been debunked or disproven. It has been plagiarized by some and ignored by others. If you were unaware of COATT and are a regular participant in the online discussions about ‘time travel,’ you should ask yourself why the ‘leadership’ on those forums never mention COATT. Curious, don’t you think? The reason I wrote COATT in the first place was because, after I had done my own research to satiate my own personal curiosity, I realized that some people online were downplaying his posts’ importance in the hopes that they could dissuade people from believing in Titor and the possibility of ‘time travel.’ I saw this dishonesty and decided to fight back against it by merely providing the information I discovered. From my point of view, Titor was warning us about a very severe time in our future that would upend the status quo and was to be a highly dangerous one. Taken at face value (always a good starting point), Titor’s warnings merited being taken seriously. Had the naysayer’s deceit been left unanswered, how many of you would have failed to prepare for what is just around the corner? You have prepared, haven’t you? And yes, as is readily obvious to many, those hard times are right around the corner. Looking at Titor’s statements 24 years later and simply looking around at the state of America and the world, do his statements seem so outlandish now? John’s ‘final’ words to the forum in March of 2001 ring eerily prescient now: Bring a gas can with you when the car dies on the side of the road. -J. Titor, Mar 23, 2001 It is my sincerest hope that my small book project (and the essays that followed) spurred you to think twice about the world we live in and take the necessary actions you feel you should to keep you and your family safe for the world’s awakening and rebirth. As Ever, Temporal Recon Share As Ever |
2024.06.09 22:36 drink-fast I hate my life
If I could add two flairs I’d put retransitioning too, but here goes, in 2015 at the age of 12 I came out as transgender (FtM) and socially lived as male for 7-8 years. I detransitioned because I was so unhappy with my life as a man, I felt worthless as a man, and still felt worthless as a female when I tried to detransition. I’ve chalked up that to living with narcissistic and unsupportive family. It doesn’t matter which way I go, they will never truly love me. I’ve been treated as nothing but an obstacle since the age of 12 when I had to move in with my narcissistic grandmother.
All of my needs were inconveniences and dismissed entirely. My grandpa was the one that helped me get testosterone, he drove me to all of my appointments (they never let me get my drivers license either because I’m “too immature”) and now they only want me to get it because me not having a license inconveniences them, which I understand but they should’ve let me go to driving school when I asked them about it on my 15th birthday. I’m 21 now with no real accomplishments in life.
I have a shitty job but that’s it. I’ve spent the past 6 years dependent on smoking weed because when I’m sober the emotions that come up are way too much for me to handle, I get extremely suicidal and angry and it lasts for weeks until I get high again.
I started testosterone in November of 2018 and had to stop in December of 2021 because I aged out of my pediatric endo’s system. Wouldn’t even refill my prescription or anything, didn’t give me any referrals either. I thought maybe I’d be happier if I just tried living as a woman as an adult, it made me a lot worse mentally so i restarted testosterone in 2022 with plume. Now, the doctor I had for plume let me do whatever the crap I wanted with my dose and me being stupid I kept asking for him to raise it. My dose winded up being way too high and I had a chronic yeast infection that wouldn’t go away so I stopped the high dose testosterone cold turkey in October of 2022.
This was extremely hard on my body and I feel like it damaged my heart (I have weird palpitations sometimes) and I went sort of crazy for a few months afterward. I laid off the weed for the most part during this time too because my brain was just so fucked up from the massive shift in hormones so suddenly.
My family found out I stopped the testosterone and went back to calling me my deadname and she/her. They haven’t stopped despite my requests. My grandma called me crazy yesterday for “going back and forth” and made all sorts of comments about me not shaving my legs and asking me about me and my boyfriend’s sex life. Luckily my boyfriend is okay with me being trans and calls me by my correct name, but his family doesn’t know and he doesn’t want to tell them because he doesn’t want them to look at him a certain way. This hurts me deeply and I don’t know how to bring it up to him because when he told me, I said it was fine because I didn’t want to start any problems. Almost everyone at my job knows I’m trans because I guess my caller ID shows my deadname… so every time I’ve called the store it pops up with my old name. So most managers have seen it. My phone and number is on my grandparents account and I’m not sure if they’d change it, as me simply asking to not be called my deadname is too much now.
I’ve been trying to stay positive and eat healthy and go to the gym but it’s so fucking hard when my body physically feels so wrong. It feels like an ill fitting outfit.. so moving around a ton and shit like cardio feels horrible. I focus more on weightlifting because of this.
Every aspect of my life feels so incredibly difficult. I feel like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders all of the time, no wonder I went back in the closet. I thought my family would love me if I just tried being a girl again but surprise surprise that didn’t change anything. They’re still abusive. I wish I didn’t exist. I want to go back on hormones, but I want to do it with a doctor that actually knows what they’re doing and not some plume doctor I have to pay hundreds of dollars a month, for the subscription and the medication.
I’m supposed to be getting ready for work right now but I can’t stop crying. At least the couple of trans women at my job are nice and have my back. I’m so tired of being an embarrassment to my boyfriend and being labeled as crazy by my family for struggling with staying transitioning. Who the fuck would want to continue transitioning when almost everyone in their life is against it? I never feel like I can just be myself without dealing with more emotional abuse.
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All of my needs were inconveniences and dismissed entirely. My grandpa was the one that helped me get testosterone, he drove me to all of my appointments (they never let me get my drivers license either because I’m “too immature”) and now they only want me to get it because me not having a license inconveniences them, which I understand but they should’ve let me go to driving school when I asked them about it on my 15th birthday. I’m 21 now with no real accomplishments in life.
I have a shitty job but that’s it. I’ve spent the past 6 years dependent on smoking weed because when I’m sober the emotions that come up are way too much for me to handle, I get extremely suicidal and angry and it lasts for weeks until I get high again.
I started testosterone in November of 2018 and had to stop in December of 2021 because I aged out of my pediatric endo’s system. Wouldn’t even refill my prescription or anything, didn’t give me any referrals either. I thought maybe I’d be happier if I just tried living as a woman as an adult, it made me a lot worse mentally so i restarted testosterone in 2022 with plume. Now, the doctor I had for plume let me do whatever the crap I wanted with my dose and me being stupid I kept asking for him to raise it. My dose winded up being way too high and I had a chronic yeast infection that wouldn’t go away so I stopped the high dose testosterone cold turkey in October of 2022.
This was extremely hard on my body and I feel like it damaged my heart (I have weird palpitations sometimes) and I went sort of crazy for a few months afterward. I laid off the weed for the most part during this time too because my brain was just so fucked up from the massive shift in hormones so suddenly.
My family found out I stopped the testosterone and went back to calling me my deadname and she/her. They haven’t stopped despite my requests. My grandma called me crazy yesterday for “going back and forth” and made all sorts of comments about me not shaving my legs and asking me about me and my boyfriend’s sex life. Luckily my boyfriend is okay with me being trans and calls me by my correct name, but his family doesn’t know and he doesn’t want to tell them because he doesn’t want them to look at him a certain way. This hurts me deeply and I don’t know how to bring it up to him because when he told me, I said it was fine because I didn’t want to start any problems. Almost everyone at my job knows I’m trans because I guess my caller ID shows my deadname… so every time I’ve called the store it pops up with my old name. So most managers have seen it. My phone and number is on my grandparents account and I’m not sure if they’d change it, as me simply asking to not be called my deadname is too much now.
I’ve been trying to stay positive and eat healthy and go to the gym but it’s so fucking hard when my body physically feels so wrong. It feels like an ill fitting outfit.. so moving around a ton and shit like cardio feels horrible. I focus more on weightlifting because of this.
Every aspect of my life feels so incredibly difficult. I feel like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders all of the time, no wonder I went back in the closet. I thought my family would love me if I just tried being a girl again but surprise surprise that didn’t change anything. They’re still abusive. I wish I didn’t exist. I want to go back on hormones, but I want to do it with a doctor that actually knows what they’re doing and not some plume doctor I have to pay hundreds of dollars a month, for the subscription and the medication.
I’m supposed to be getting ready for work right now but I can’t stop crying. At least the couple of trans women at my job are nice and have my back. I’m so tired of being an embarrassment to my boyfriend and being labeled as crazy by my family for struggling with staying transitioning. Who the fuck would want to continue transitioning when almost everyone in their life is against it? I never feel like I can just be myself without dealing with more emotional abuse.
2024.06.09 22:35 throwRA39100 I (24M) let a dealbreaker slide during my relationship with (23F), how do I get out of this hole?
It’s men’s mental health month and I (24M) am feeling the most depressed I’ve ever felt.
I’d never do anything to harm myself, I just feel like shit every day and it’s because of my relationship. I’d like to add that this is my first relationship, 1.5years.
I won’t go into detail as I know this will cause conflict below. Everyone has different opinions, I just cannot change the way that this has and still makes me feel.
But basically I found out some stuff about my girlfriend’s past around 7 months into the relationship that hit me deep. It had to do with a time when we were in our “dating” phase (ie. not official).
I told myself I’d end things there and then, but I didn’t, I brushed it under the rug because things were going well and we were both having the time of our lives.
I spoke to nobody and only brought it up with her a couple months later asking for clarity. The full story only made things worse. She recommended I go for therapy, to which I agreed, but have not gone. I’ve dealt with everything by myself my entire life.
Eventually I convinced myself that I need to move past what had happened, which sort of worked for a few months. This was until two months ago, when I decided enough is enough. I needed to go with my gut and break up with her.
She begged, she cried, she told me she’s changed, she told me her whole world was ending, and I caved. I couldn’t break up with her.
I know how much I mean to her, I know that she is an amazing person, I care for her and love her. But I am not in love with her. Something switched in my brain when I had found out about what had happened. I never looked at her the same. I couldn’t break her heart, and convinced myself once again that I could move past it.
Fast forward to now, all the feelings have come back. It’s the first thing I think of when I wake up, it’s the last thing I think of when I go to bed
I’ve struggled a lot falling asleep ever since I found out, and have been through some phases where I was relying on weed to numb me, which has totally impacted my studies (I’m clean now but damn I’d love a smoke, which I won’t do because I’m in the middle of the most important exams of my life)
I feel like I don’t respect myself, or my feelings. There is so much anger and resentment built up inside of me. So many hurtful words I could’ve said when I found out, that I can’t say now because this literally happened 2 years ago.
I’m in great shape, I have 1 out of 2 Uni degrees behind me, everyone thinks I’m happy and I’ve secured my first job for next year when my studies are done. But when I look at myself in the mirror I dont care about any of it. All I want to do is smash my head in.
I know I need to grow some balls and end things, because she doesn’t deserve to be with someone that doesn’t love her.
How do I stop avoiding this, I’m so tired of being depressed. I’ve always been “the nice guy”, and breaking this girls heart makes me feel sick.
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I’d never do anything to harm myself, I just feel like shit every day and it’s because of my relationship. I’d like to add that this is my first relationship, 1.5years.
I won’t go into detail as I know this will cause conflict below. Everyone has different opinions, I just cannot change the way that this has and still makes me feel.
But basically I found out some stuff about my girlfriend’s past around 7 months into the relationship that hit me deep. It had to do with a time when we were in our “dating” phase (ie. not official).
I told myself I’d end things there and then, but I didn’t, I brushed it under the rug because things were going well and we were both having the time of our lives.
I spoke to nobody and only brought it up with her a couple months later asking for clarity. The full story only made things worse. She recommended I go for therapy, to which I agreed, but have not gone. I’ve dealt with everything by myself my entire life.
Eventually I convinced myself that I need to move past what had happened, which sort of worked for a few months. This was until two months ago, when I decided enough is enough. I needed to go with my gut and break up with her.
She begged, she cried, she told me she’s changed, she told me her whole world was ending, and I caved. I couldn’t break up with her.
I know how much I mean to her, I know that she is an amazing person, I care for her and love her. But I am not in love with her. Something switched in my brain when I had found out about what had happened. I never looked at her the same. I couldn’t break her heart, and convinced myself once again that I could move past it.
Fast forward to now, all the feelings have come back. It’s the first thing I think of when I wake up, it’s the last thing I think of when I go to bed
I’ve struggled a lot falling asleep ever since I found out, and have been through some phases where I was relying on weed to numb me, which has totally impacted my studies (I’m clean now but damn I’d love a smoke, which I won’t do because I’m in the middle of the most important exams of my life)
I feel like I don’t respect myself, or my feelings. There is so much anger and resentment built up inside of me. So many hurtful words I could’ve said when I found out, that I can’t say now because this literally happened 2 years ago.
I’m in great shape, I have 1 out of 2 Uni degrees behind me, everyone thinks I’m happy and I’ve secured my first job for next year when my studies are done. But when I look at myself in the mirror I dont care about any of it. All I want to do is smash my head in.
I know I need to grow some balls and end things, because she doesn’t deserve to be with someone that doesn’t love her.
How do I stop avoiding this, I’m so tired of being depressed. I’ve always been “the nice guy”, and breaking this girls heart makes me feel sick.
2024.06.09 22:34 storiesarefunright Phaal's Poker.
Aidin didn't need another cautionary tale about the Phaal, but he could tell from the slight crinkle of Isa's forehead that he was about to hear one.
"There's something else you should know," she said.
So predictable. "If you're going to tell me how deadly-"
"It's not that," she interrupted, and it suddenly occurred to Aidin that he was probably just as predictable to her as she was to him. "It's something else. Something worse."
"What's worse than-"
"They can read minds. They can read your mind. Human minds. They might be reading your mind right now."
"I see," nodded Aidin, digesting the information. "Actually, I don't think I do see. Why is that worse?"
"Because the only way we're getting out of here is if you can beat them at Phaal's Poker."
Aidin and Isa were sat on the floor of a holding cell, but it was unlike any of the cells they'd found themselves in before. And they'd found themselves in plenty. For most artefact dealers, there was a fine line between running a successful operation and staying on the right side of The Expanse's arbiters. Usually you had to pick one.
Their cell was shaped like the number 8, with two, circular chambers separated by a gap just wide enough to squeeze a human arm through. They could've passed items to each other had they been allowed to keep anything worth passing. Instead, all they'd exchanged so far were words and glances. And thoughts.
Each half of the cell was empty save from a polymer bucket, and a singular light hung in the gap, half-heartedly illuminating both halves at the same time.
It was hard for either of them to know how long they'd been there. There were no windows, and besides, time moved strangely in these far-flung corners of The Expanse. Still, Aidin's stomach had given way to a deep, aching growl. They'd clearly been here for too long.
___
Phaal's Poker. Aidin had only heard the rumours. Invented by the Phaal, mastered by the Phaal. It was said that nobody could beat them at their own game, least of all humans, and now he understood why. How do you deceive something that knows what you're thinking?
"Can't you play?" asked Aidin.
Isa shook her head. "They can't read me. They'll insist on playing you."
Aidin's eyes dropped and settled on his moaning gut. He was used to hunger, but this felt different. Like his body had resorted to feeding on itself.
"Right. Excellent. And if I lose?"
Isa raised an eyebrow. "Don't lose."
Aidin sighed. This was not what he had envisioned when he took the job, but jobs like this rarely went as planned. That much he knew. "So what're the rules?"
"Ah, yes." Isa straightened, her eyes widening with an enthusiasm that felt at odds with their current predicament. "It's actually a rather elegant game."
"Well then, lucky me," said Aidin, his patience eroding with every gurgling hunger pang. Isa persevered.
"Two players face each other. Each player takes a coin - but it can be anything small and flat - and places it - secretly, mind - into one of their hands - or whatever they use to hold stuff." Isa's excitement continued to build. "You win by finding your opponent's coin and tricking them into missing yours."
"What if you both find each other's coins?"
"Then the game starts again. Same if both players get it wrong, but-" she caught herself. "But-"
"-Phaal don't get it wrong." offered Aidin.
Isa slumped back against the wall. "No, they don't. At least, not when they're playing humans."
"So if the Phaal never miss, it means I can't win," reasoned Aidin. "I can only delay the inevitable by forcing a rematch."
"Yes. That's the long and short of it," said Isa. "But perhaps..." she trailed off, and Aidin interrogated the slight narrowing of her eyes. He'd seen that squint before.
"You've got an idea, haven't you?" he said.
"What if," ventured Isa, "there is a way?" At this she stood up, her dormant bones clicking back into action. She paced back and forth across the diameter of her half of the cell, moving in and out of Aidin's view through the small gap that separated them. Her lips moved silently, her fingers traced patterns in the air.
"I'm listening," said Aidin, veiling his intense relief as best he could. She always had an idea. "Whenever you're ready."
After what felt to Aidin like an age, Isa stopped in the middle of her cell and moved close to the gap, locking eyes with him again. The light hovered above her head, and it reminded Aidin of the cartoons he used to watch back on Earth. This was an idea alright.
Isa pointed at him: "You have one advantage over the other humans who have played Phaal's Poker, don't you?" Aidin nodded, but he didn't know what she was talking about. Isa sensed it. "Aidin, you know they can read your mind. The others won't have known. We can use that."
"Okay. Yeah. I can see it. Fine." He stared at her blankly. "But how exactly? If I'm thinking about lying about which hand my coin is in, they're still going to know I'm lying."
"Sure", said Isa. She was confident now, like a detective about to reveal the culprit. "But what if you don't think about the game at all?"
___
Aidin's eyes burned into the silhouetted backs of the two human guards that escorted him down a dark, seemingly endless corridor. "You can talk to me y'know," he spat. No response. Fucking traitors.
The width of the corridor fluctuated. In parts it was wide - almost palatial - but then the wood-panelled walls would tighten inwards and suddenly it was so narrow that the guards had to walk in single-file. Then they'd open up again. Intermittent lights along the ceiling made their shadows shorten and stretch.
He hadn't seen wood for some time, let alone wood-panels. These Phaal were wealthy - trees didn't grow on planets in these parts. If not for his bounds he would've reached out and ran his fingers along them.
Without warning the guards stopped outside a door. One turned to face him, and Aidin opened his mouth, ready to tell him what he thought about humans that had crossed over. But all he could muster was a stifled gasp.
The guard's eyes had been gouged out, leaving two, pitted caverns in their place. Two smaller holes punctured a flat, scarred surface where his nose should've been, and his mouth was sewn shut with rusted, blood-stained wire. His ears were still in tact.
The guard reached for the door handle with a gloved hand, and Aidin scrambled to gather himself. This is what could happen to me, he thought. This is what could happen if I lose.
The door swung open. Aidin's hunger continued to eat away at his insides.
___
A small, wooden coin was placed in front of each player by one of the mutilated guards that had escorted Aidin to the room. Like his cell, the room was empty save for the metal table and chairs on which they sat and a light that glowed above them. But unlike his cell, this one was square. Disgusting place, he thought.
He glanced up at the Phaal sat across from him, remembering with a spike of panic that his thoughts weren't private anymore. But it was unclear to him whether it was listening: just like the two human guards stood either side of them, the Phaal were faceless.
He had never seen one in real life before, but Isa's description was pretty accurate. Humans are mostly carbon and oxygen, Phaal are mostly calcium and keratin. Imagine if you tried to piece together a human using only bones, teeth, nails and hair.
Its whole chest was covered by a wooden-beaded necklace, which, based on the differing shades of brown, looked like an assortment of various woods. More posturing.
With a sudden lurch, the Phaal raised a hand and placed it on top of its coin. The hand was human-like in shape, but paper-white and hard. Thick cables of hair coiled around each finger, digging grooves into their surface like a vine eroding the brick of a decaying building. It dragged the coin off the table with a screech that felt like it was peeling away at Aidin's eardrums.
Aidin - his bounds cut once the door to the room had been shut - took his own coin in response, passed it between his sweat-lined hands and recited Isa's words in his mind over and over, like a mantra. Grip one half of the coin with your left hand, and the other half of the coin with your right. Then focus on what you'll eat when we get out of here.
The Phaal angled its head slightly, and Aidin wondered whether it was listening now. After a moment, the blank oval of bone, hair and teeth rocked back and fourth very slowly. It was nodding. Then it placed two clenched fists on the table.
Grip one half of the coin with your left hand, and the other half of the coin with your right. Then focus on what you'll eat when we get out of here.
Aidin closed his eyes and thought about food. He knew that the food he'd be eating if he ever escaped this place would likely be the same food he and Isa had eaten since they'd met all those years ago. A grool of proteins, most of which could be harvested from even the most barren atmospheres of The Outer Expanse.
But his mind was a pantry, and he had stocked it with a myriad of memories. He remembered melted cheese on home-baked bread. He could almost taste his mother's cinnamon apples and golden custard. He could recall the smell of fried potatoes with such precision that it almost felt to Aidin as though they, and not his own coiled hands, had just been placed onto the table in front of him.
Focus on what you'll eat when you get out of here. Fruit. Grapes. The juice of those grapes. God damn I miss grapes. Fucking grapes. I never even wanted 'em when I was a kid. Now I'd kill for a grape. Fuck it I'd die for a grape. I'd-
A cold, callous touch to his right hand dragged his mind away from the grapes and back into the room.
The Phaal had made its choice. And as soon as Aidin realised what was happening, the Phaal knew that it had chosen wrongly.
The coin had found its way into Aidin's left hand.
My turn, thought Aidin, and the Phaal nodded once again.
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"There's something else you should know," she said.
So predictable. "If you're going to tell me how deadly-"
"It's not that," she interrupted, and it suddenly occurred to Aidin that he was probably just as predictable to her as she was to him. "It's something else. Something worse."
"What's worse than-"
"They can read minds. They can read your mind. Human minds. They might be reading your mind right now."
"I see," nodded Aidin, digesting the information. "Actually, I don't think I do see. Why is that worse?"
"Because the only way we're getting out of here is if you can beat them at Phaal's Poker."
Aidin and Isa were sat on the floor of a holding cell, but it was unlike any of the cells they'd found themselves in before. And they'd found themselves in plenty. For most artefact dealers, there was a fine line between running a successful operation and staying on the right side of The Expanse's arbiters. Usually you had to pick one.
Their cell was shaped like the number 8, with two, circular chambers separated by a gap just wide enough to squeeze a human arm through. They could've passed items to each other had they been allowed to keep anything worth passing. Instead, all they'd exchanged so far were words and glances. And thoughts.
Each half of the cell was empty save from a polymer bucket, and a singular light hung in the gap, half-heartedly illuminating both halves at the same time.
It was hard for either of them to know how long they'd been there. There were no windows, and besides, time moved strangely in these far-flung corners of The Expanse. Still, Aidin's stomach had given way to a deep, aching growl. They'd clearly been here for too long.
___
Phaal's Poker. Aidin had only heard the rumours. Invented by the Phaal, mastered by the Phaal. It was said that nobody could beat them at their own game, least of all humans, and now he understood why. How do you deceive something that knows what you're thinking?
"Can't you play?" asked Aidin.
Isa shook her head. "They can't read me. They'll insist on playing you."
Aidin's eyes dropped and settled on his moaning gut. He was used to hunger, but this felt different. Like his body had resorted to feeding on itself.
"Right. Excellent. And if I lose?"
Isa raised an eyebrow. "Don't lose."
Aidin sighed. This was not what he had envisioned when he took the job, but jobs like this rarely went as planned. That much he knew. "So what're the rules?"
"Ah, yes." Isa straightened, her eyes widening with an enthusiasm that felt at odds with their current predicament. "It's actually a rather elegant game."
"Well then, lucky me," said Aidin, his patience eroding with every gurgling hunger pang. Isa persevered.
"Two players face each other. Each player takes a coin - but it can be anything small and flat - and places it - secretly, mind - into one of their hands - or whatever they use to hold stuff." Isa's excitement continued to build. "You win by finding your opponent's coin and tricking them into missing yours."
"What if you both find each other's coins?"
"Then the game starts again. Same if both players get it wrong, but-" she caught herself. "But-"
"-Phaal don't get it wrong." offered Aidin.
Isa slumped back against the wall. "No, they don't. At least, not when they're playing humans."
"So if the Phaal never miss, it means I can't win," reasoned Aidin. "I can only delay the inevitable by forcing a rematch."
"Yes. That's the long and short of it," said Isa. "But perhaps..." she trailed off, and Aidin interrogated the slight narrowing of her eyes. He'd seen that squint before.
"You've got an idea, haven't you?" he said.
"What if," ventured Isa, "there is a way?" At this she stood up, her dormant bones clicking back into action. She paced back and forth across the diameter of her half of the cell, moving in and out of Aidin's view through the small gap that separated them. Her lips moved silently, her fingers traced patterns in the air.
"I'm listening," said Aidin, veiling his intense relief as best he could. She always had an idea. "Whenever you're ready."
After what felt to Aidin like an age, Isa stopped in the middle of her cell and moved close to the gap, locking eyes with him again. The light hovered above her head, and it reminded Aidin of the cartoons he used to watch back on Earth. This was an idea alright.
Isa pointed at him: "You have one advantage over the other humans who have played Phaal's Poker, don't you?" Aidin nodded, but he didn't know what she was talking about. Isa sensed it. "Aidin, you know they can read your mind. The others won't have known. We can use that."
"Okay. Yeah. I can see it. Fine." He stared at her blankly. "But how exactly? If I'm thinking about lying about which hand my coin is in, they're still going to know I'm lying."
"Sure", said Isa. She was confident now, like a detective about to reveal the culprit. "But what if you don't think about the game at all?"
___
Aidin's eyes burned into the silhouetted backs of the two human guards that escorted him down a dark, seemingly endless corridor. "You can talk to me y'know," he spat. No response. Fucking traitors.
The width of the corridor fluctuated. In parts it was wide - almost palatial - but then the wood-panelled walls would tighten inwards and suddenly it was so narrow that the guards had to walk in single-file. Then they'd open up again. Intermittent lights along the ceiling made their shadows shorten and stretch.
He hadn't seen wood for some time, let alone wood-panels. These Phaal were wealthy - trees didn't grow on planets in these parts. If not for his bounds he would've reached out and ran his fingers along them.
Without warning the guards stopped outside a door. One turned to face him, and Aidin opened his mouth, ready to tell him what he thought about humans that had crossed over. But all he could muster was a stifled gasp.
The guard's eyes had been gouged out, leaving two, pitted caverns in their place. Two smaller holes punctured a flat, scarred surface where his nose should've been, and his mouth was sewn shut with rusted, blood-stained wire. His ears were still in tact.
The guard reached for the door handle with a gloved hand, and Aidin scrambled to gather himself. This is what could happen to me, he thought. This is what could happen if I lose.
The door swung open. Aidin's hunger continued to eat away at his insides.
___
A small, wooden coin was placed in front of each player by one of the mutilated guards that had escorted Aidin to the room. Like his cell, the room was empty save for the metal table and chairs on which they sat and a light that glowed above them. But unlike his cell, this one was square. Disgusting place, he thought.
He glanced up at the Phaal sat across from him, remembering with a spike of panic that his thoughts weren't private anymore. But it was unclear to him whether it was listening: just like the two human guards stood either side of them, the Phaal were faceless.
He had never seen one in real life before, but Isa's description was pretty accurate. Humans are mostly carbon and oxygen, Phaal are mostly calcium and keratin. Imagine if you tried to piece together a human using only bones, teeth, nails and hair.
Its whole chest was covered by a wooden-beaded necklace, which, based on the differing shades of brown, looked like an assortment of various woods. More posturing.
With a sudden lurch, the Phaal raised a hand and placed it on top of its coin. The hand was human-like in shape, but paper-white and hard. Thick cables of hair coiled around each finger, digging grooves into their surface like a vine eroding the brick of a decaying building. It dragged the coin off the table with a screech that felt like it was peeling away at Aidin's eardrums.
Aidin - his bounds cut once the door to the room had been shut - took his own coin in response, passed it between his sweat-lined hands and recited Isa's words in his mind over and over, like a mantra. Grip one half of the coin with your left hand, and the other half of the coin with your right. Then focus on what you'll eat when we get out of here.
The Phaal angled its head slightly, and Aidin wondered whether it was listening now. After a moment, the blank oval of bone, hair and teeth rocked back and fourth very slowly. It was nodding. Then it placed two clenched fists on the table.
Grip one half of the coin with your left hand, and the other half of the coin with your right. Then focus on what you'll eat when we get out of here.
Aidin closed his eyes and thought about food. He knew that the food he'd be eating if he ever escaped this place would likely be the same food he and Isa had eaten since they'd met all those years ago. A grool of proteins, most of which could be harvested from even the most barren atmospheres of The Outer Expanse.
But his mind was a pantry, and he had stocked it with a myriad of memories. He remembered melted cheese on home-baked bread. He could almost taste his mother's cinnamon apples and golden custard. He could recall the smell of fried potatoes with such precision that it almost felt to Aidin as though they, and not his own coiled hands, had just been placed onto the table in front of him.
Focus on what you'll eat when you get out of here. Fruit. Grapes. The juice of those grapes. God damn I miss grapes. Fucking grapes. I never even wanted 'em when I was a kid. Now I'd kill for a grape. Fuck it I'd die for a grape. I'd-
A cold, callous touch to his right hand dragged his mind away from the grapes and back into the room.
The Phaal had made its choice. And as soon as Aidin realised what was happening, the Phaal knew that it had chosen wrongly.
The coin had found its way into Aidin's left hand.
My turn, thought Aidin, and the Phaal nodded once again.
2024.06.09 22:33 olyceles Gymcrush stares too much
What's up guys. I (20M) have been troubles with talking with my gymcrush (23M, if my stalking skills don't fail) and I thought you might be able to help.
For context, I usually go in the morning and he goes during the evening. I first saw him a month ago and thought he was cute. He stared at me the whole time I was there and has been doing the same whenever I have had to go later in the day. I told my gymsis (who says I should let it go) and she confirmed me that he would look at me a lot.
I decided to look for his socials and found him. He had an ex-girlfriend and has been posting about his break-up ever since. He stopped doing so a few days ago but I don't know how to take. He also posts the gayest things ever; cheesy poetry, stuff about his zodiac sign... (he's in fact relationship oriented so that's a plus)
I also found out that he has been working out for at least 6 years and he's huge. However, his legs especially his calves are a bit underdeveloped compared to his upper-body. On the other hand, I have only been hitting the gym for almost a year but I feel my legs always catch a ton of attention because they are quite large (for the record, I also train glutes, which I am afraid is not common among most men) and especially my calves are really big because of being fat until I was 18. My theory is that this might be another reason why he stares at me.
We have not interacted directly because I never have hit the same thing he has. Apart from the stares, which I most of the time don't reciprocate because I'm too anxious for that, he came to the cardio machine next to time the other day and still sasred at me being right next to me. I know this probably doesn't mean anything at all but I purposely saw his story from my account for him to see I did :( sorry for going so low (but idk if he did so).
The thing is that, although it would be great to get to know him, if there is another reason why he stares at me that much, I would like this to end either way. It has become a bit uncomfortable and wether he likes me back or not I don't know how to approach this for him to either talk chat with me or let him know that it feels awkward. Fyi, I have never have a bf or a hookup so I don't have the sufficient skills to flirt with him. Besides, I'm really shy and don't like to make people feel bad so I can't imagine insinuating to someone they are being creepy.
Can you share with me some tips on how to talk to him beyond the typical "can we alternate?"?, mainly because we never hit the same muscle and use different machines for the same muscle. My main idea was to go to him when I catch his eyes on me and presenting myself, saying it's a pleasure, telling him my name and leave (I swear I would try to do this with a smile on my face :'v but I still don't know if it would be excessively passive-aggresive), the other option is to start staring at him back everytime, but the issue is that the few times I have done this he never looks away lol and it would be the most awkward thing. Also, would share if you have ever talked to your gymcrush and how it has turned out to give me an idea of how bad this might end :(?
To sum up: my gymcrush stares at me. Although I don't know why he does so, I want it to stop.
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For context, I usually go in the morning and he goes during the evening. I first saw him a month ago and thought he was cute. He stared at me the whole time I was there and has been doing the same whenever I have had to go later in the day. I told my gymsis (who says I should let it go) and she confirmed me that he would look at me a lot.
I decided to look for his socials and found him. He had an ex-girlfriend and has been posting about his break-up ever since. He stopped doing so a few days ago but I don't know how to take. He also posts the gayest things ever; cheesy poetry, stuff about his zodiac sign... (he's in fact relationship oriented so that's a plus)
I also found out that he has been working out for at least 6 years and he's huge. However, his legs especially his calves are a bit underdeveloped compared to his upper-body. On the other hand, I have only been hitting the gym for almost a year but I feel my legs always catch a ton of attention because they are quite large (for the record, I also train glutes, which I am afraid is not common among most men) and especially my calves are really big because of being fat until I was 18. My theory is that this might be another reason why he stares at me.
We have not interacted directly because I never have hit the same thing he has. Apart from the stares, which I most of the time don't reciprocate because I'm too anxious for that, he came to the cardio machine next to time the other day and still sasred at me being right next to me. I know this probably doesn't mean anything at all but I purposely saw his story from my account for him to see I did :( sorry for going so low (but idk if he did so).
The thing is that, although it would be great to get to know him, if there is another reason why he stares at me that much, I would like this to end either way. It has become a bit uncomfortable and wether he likes me back or not I don't know how to approach this for him to either talk chat with me or let him know that it feels awkward. Fyi, I have never have a bf or a hookup so I don't have the sufficient skills to flirt with him. Besides, I'm really shy and don't like to make people feel bad so I can't imagine insinuating to someone they are being creepy.
Can you share with me some tips on how to talk to him beyond the typical "can we alternate?"?, mainly because we never hit the same muscle and use different machines for the same muscle. My main idea was to go to him when I catch his eyes on me and presenting myself, saying it's a pleasure, telling him my name and leave (I swear I would try to do this with a smile on my face :'v but I still don't know if it would be excessively passive-aggresive), the other option is to start staring at him back everytime, but the issue is that the few times I have done this he never looks away lol and it would be the most awkward thing. Also, would share if you have ever talked to your gymcrush and how it has turned out to give me an idea of how bad this might end :(?
To sum up: my gymcrush stares at me. Although I don't know why he does so, I want it to stop.
2024.06.09 22:33 RhubyDifferent3576 Mental health, emotions, expressing opinions in Malaysia
Fellow Malaysians,
I am a university student at a European university.
I want to share some thoughts I have. 1. Mental health
I believe, seriously unrecognized and often taken as a joke in Malaysia. In Europe, people really go for therapy to fix issues like confidence, anger management, anxiety etc. And they even go for years if needed. This is perfectly ok!
In Malaysia, I was talking to friends about some personal mental health issues, I feel like as if I am an alien and they don't know what I am talking about. Just so much apathy. Parents... well it is the same.
In Malaysia, every mental health issue you have can be answered by : 'being tough','get on with it'. We have to do whatever it takes to put up a tough facade ain't it?
Now, I've realised that my parents and Msia society had been teaching me 'emotional suppression', instead of 'emotional regulation'.
We just put away and hide any sense of anxiety, fear because it is deemed to be 'weak' , 'bad'. And this is not good for emotional health.
It's not like we can be so emotional all the time, but whatever it is, emotional suppression is not the way to go.
The Americans and Europeans are the most upfront and express their opinions most aggressively. They tend to have a very strong sense of self. They are not afraid at all to stand up for themselves and ask for what their needs.
Asians here, mainly Chinese. Well, they tend to be so quiet like even during group projects and meetings. They are also noticeably just more likely to stay with their own group of friends. I suppose it is a culture thing.
Related to this is about asking questions. You can ask questions and people will be willing to answer. There is no stupid questions. No one will scold you vehemently and attack you!
Your views matter! And that's how your personality can be shaped and also potentially your career!
.
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I am a university student at a European university.
I want to share some thoughts I have. 1. Mental health
I believe, seriously unrecognized and often taken as a joke in Malaysia. In Europe, people really go for therapy to fix issues like confidence, anger management, anxiety etc. And they even go for years if needed. This is perfectly ok!
In Malaysia, I was talking to friends about some personal mental health issues, I feel like as if I am an alien and they don't know what I am talking about. Just so much apathy. Parents... well it is the same.
In Malaysia, every mental health issue you have can be answered by : 'being tough','get on with it'. We have to do whatever it takes to put up a tough facade ain't it?
- Emotions
Now, I've realised that my parents and Msia society had been teaching me 'emotional suppression', instead of 'emotional regulation'.
We just put away and hide any sense of anxiety, fear because it is deemed to be 'weak' , 'bad'. And this is not good for emotional health.
It's not like we can be so emotional all the time, but whatever it is, emotional suppression is not the way to go.
- Expressing views.
The Americans and Europeans are the most upfront and express their opinions most aggressively. They tend to have a very strong sense of self. They are not afraid at all to stand up for themselves and ask for what their needs.
Asians here, mainly Chinese. Well, they tend to be so quiet like even during group projects and meetings. They are also noticeably just more likely to stay with their own group of friends. I suppose it is a culture thing.
Related to this is about asking questions. You can ask questions and people will be willing to answer. There is no stupid questions. No one will scold you vehemently and attack you!
Your views matter! And that's how your personality can be shaped and also potentially your career!
.
2024.06.09 22:31 CitronicGearOn Special interest actively causing distress
Hi all. I wonder if any of you have dealt with something like this before and if you know what to do about it. There is a TLDR at the end because I am incapable of brevity.
In the past 6 months I have picked up a special interest in (indoor) gardening / houseplants, despite having a black thumb my entire life. Mainly as someone suggested I try getting a real plant now that I've got a 1 Aerogarden of experience under my belt, and when I tried, some of my missing creativity came back to me (I've been suffering from depression for a while now).
As one does, I threw myself into the special interest, and it was mostly giving me joy despite several setbacks. Until this past week, anyway. My Aerogarden, which was only on its second ever planting, ended up infested with aphids. They went from "quite healthy-looking plants" to "literally crawling with hundreds of insects everywhere" in the three days I was locked in my bedroom with a high fever and stomach flu.
Insects are a major trigger for me. Most people push and prod me about this and try to "talk me out of it", so I'm asking you all kindly to please not. Just know that for me, even seeing one is the equivalent of wearing the world's most itchy sweater while actively having the worst textured food you can think of being actively forced down your throat.
So, goodbye Aerogarden. I watched my husband break the whole thing down while I sobbed in the corner trying to give him instructions. I literally may never be able to plant anything in an Aerogarden again without conjuring up torturous mental images.
But that's okay, right? I've got other plants. Well...yes, but. I decided to be "careful". What a stupid mistake. The Aerogarden was very far from my other plants, not quite isolated but close to it. Just in case, I had my husband help me inspect all the other plants. After a lot of research I decided to dose anything on the same floor with neem oil and add sticky traps to all the plants.
Which probably would have been fine, except the neem oil damaged one of the plants very badly, and somehow when watering today I managed to jostle one of sticky traps and it stuck to the leaf and pulled away, ripping the biggest and most beautiful leaf down the middle. I just can't take it anymore. I feel like I'm choking back a huge meltdown every time I look at any of my plants, because either it looks different or because I feel like it's doomed just being in the same house as me. I can't feel happy when I know that no matter what I do it's going to be wrong, but just giving away the plant after caring for it also feels like a punch to the gut, and literally the only way I want to spend my time is looking up plants and things to buy for my plants, and trying to do anything else is like slogging through mud and has been nearly impossible.
TL;DR: The only thing I want to do is look up things for my plants and buy more plants, but the thought of having or being near plants is actively distressing both physically and mentally right now.
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In the past 6 months I have picked up a special interest in (indoor) gardening / houseplants, despite having a black thumb my entire life. Mainly as someone suggested I try getting a real plant now that I've got a 1 Aerogarden of experience under my belt, and when I tried, some of my missing creativity came back to me (I've been suffering from depression for a while now).
As one does, I threw myself into the special interest, and it was mostly giving me joy despite several setbacks. Until this past week, anyway. My Aerogarden, which was only on its second ever planting, ended up infested with aphids. They went from "quite healthy-looking plants" to "literally crawling with hundreds of insects everywhere" in the three days I was locked in my bedroom with a high fever and stomach flu.
Insects are a major trigger for me. Most people push and prod me about this and try to "talk me out of it", so I'm asking you all kindly to please not. Just know that for me, even seeing one is the equivalent of wearing the world's most itchy sweater while actively having the worst textured food you can think of being actively forced down your throat.
So, goodbye Aerogarden. I watched my husband break the whole thing down while I sobbed in the corner trying to give him instructions. I literally may never be able to plant anything in an Aerogarden again without conjuring up torturous mental images.
But that's okay, right? I've got other plants. Well...yes, but. I decided to be "careful". What a stupid mistake. The Aerogarden was very far from my other plants, not quite isolated but close to it. Just in case, I had my husband help me inspect all the other plants. After a lot of research I decided to dose anything on the same floor with neem oil and add sticky traps to all the plants.
Which probably would have been fine, except the neem oil damaged one of the plants very badly, and somehow when watering today I managed to jostle one of sticky traps and it stuck to the leaf and pulled away, ripping the biggest and most beautiful leaf down the middle. I just can't take it anymore. I feel like I'm choking back a huge meltdown every time I look at any of my plants, because either it looks different or because I feel like it's doomed just being in the same house as me. I can't feel happy when I know that no matter what I do it's going to be wrong, but just giving away the plant after caring for it also feels like a punch to the gut, and literally the only way I want to spend my time is looking up plants and things to buy for my plants, and trying to do anything else is like slogging through mud and has been nearly impossible.
TL;DR: The only thing I want to do is look up things for my plants and buy more plants, but the thought of having or being near plants is actively distressing both physically and mentally right now.
2024.06.09 22:30 takkar_parvi26 Gain 50% exemption on taxes by helping a child in need
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Imagine you walk into a room and see the most painful scar on a little child’s face. Imagine you walk into another room and see the exact same scar on another child’s face. Shocking, isn’t it? How does this happen? Unfortunately, countless children across the world are picked up from underprivileged areas and trafficked to eventually be forced into begging and other forms of child labour. A scar. For the traffickers, its nothing more than an identification, but for a child, it’s their self confidence, their childhood snatched away right in front of their eyes. It’s a recipe for disaster, the first step in a child losing all their faith in the world. If only there was someone, who could make them believe there is actual meaning to life.
At Muskurahat, that’s exactly what we aim to do. We aim to be the one entity in a child’s life who is there to uplift them, through the means of education. Through project KEYtaab and Saarthi, we have achieved a part of our dream by fulfilling those of 3500+ children. This does not come without effort and monetary support. And so, today, I’m here asking for your help in any way you can offer. Even the smallest of amount counts. If you truly believe that no child should be deprived of education, I would request you to donate in whichever capacity you can. Use this link for the same: https://muskurahat.org.in/donate?r=parv5080
Statistics hold no meaning without a proper understanding of what requires our immediate attention and so you see none mentioned in this message. However, you can always access all statistics about everything Muskurahat has achieved in the last 10 years here: https://www.muskurahat.org.in/resources This includes all financials and proof of tax benefits.
Why should you believe me? Check out the authenticity of our organisation by visiting the Muskurahat Foundation Instagram page and website and see for yourself!
Link for donation again: https://muskurahat.org.in/donate?r=parv5080
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2024.06.09 22:30 Aromatic-Expert-6152 PROTECT YOUR BITCOINS!!!!
I have created this post to educate people with my story about the need to protect your bitcoins. I am a 25-year-old man who has lost his bitcoins purchased 10 years ago. Since I found out about bitcoin, around 2010 I was interested in the idea. of a digital currency could give us so much freedom due to the fact that no one could track you, or at least not know who you are in real life. That convinced me to mine btc, but unfortunately I learned the importance of having a computer, in conclusion I was left with the desire to mine, but I didn't give up and saved everything I could at almost 15 years old. It should be noted that I took the risk because I had to steal my mother's credit card and I bought about 0.2btc, it cost me about 1500 Mexican pesos ($120 at that time), obviously then I gave my parents the money in cash, in the next few years I forgot about them, in total I accumulated 0.8 BTC, no one in my family knew it since I was afraid of that they would judge me for spending my money like this. This story ends in a misfortune that occurred in March of this year, for security I had my private key kept in a cardboard under my bed, while at work my mother called me crying telling me that the house It burns, I think I have never run so fast in my life. But it was too late, that day I lost the most precious thing in my life, my father, that hurt me like nothing in the world, unfortunately I also lost my life savings, which were a measly 0.8 BTC. With this post I hope that all those who have their BTC stored in a way as bad as mine, BE CAREFUL IT IS VERY EASY TO LOSE EVERYTHING!!! I also ask that you pray for me, and that God helps me get up stronger. And I encourage everyone to hug your parents every day, you don't know when everything disappears. Love to all. PS: sorry for my English
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2024.06.09 22:28 Sweet-Count2557 Best Pizza in Mansfield Tx
 | Best Pizza in Mansfield Tx Are you ready to embark on a delicious journey through the pizza paradise of Mansfield, TX? Look no further, for we have scoured the city to bring you the crème de la crème of pizza joints.From the cozy charm of Palios Pizza to the mouthwatering creations at Trio Pizza & Pasta, we've got it all covered.So buckle up and get ready to indulge in a symphony of flavors that will leave you craving for more. Mansfield's best pizza awaits you!Key TakeawaysLocals recommend Palios Pizza as the best pizza place in Mansfield.Trio Pizza & Pasta offers a cozy atmosphere and serves New York-style pizzas, calzones, pasta, and desserts.Jets Pizza is known for its warm and family-friendly atmosphere, fresh ingredients, and signature brick oven.Cicis Pizza is a great pizzeria to visit on a random Tuesday night, offering all-you-can-eat options, fresh salads, desserts, and a game room for kids.Palios PizzaWe love going to Palios Pizza for their delicious Italian-style pizzas. Located in Mansfield, Texas, Palios is a local favorite known for its authentic flavors and cozy atmosphere. As soon as you step inside, you're greeted with Italian artwork adorning the walls, creating a warm and inviting ambiance.One of the highlights of Palios Pizza is their live music and full bar. On weekends, talented musicians perform live, adding a vibrant and enjoyable element to your dining experience. Whether you're celebrating a special occasion or simply enjoying a night out with friends and family, Palios Pizza offers a lively and entertaining atmosphere.When it comes to the food, Palios doesn't disappoint. Their menu features a variety of Italian-style pizzas, each bursting with flavor and made with fresh ingredients. From classic Margherita to unique combinations like the Palios Deluxe, there's something to satisfy every pizza lover's cravings.If you're in the mood for a different style of pizza, we also recommend checking out Trio Pizza & Pasta. This family-owned restaurant offers a cozy atmosphere and specializes in New York-style pizzas, calzones, pasta, and delectable desserts. With their simple yet flavorful dishes, Trio Pizza & Pasta is another excellent option for pizza enthusiasts in Mansfield.Trio Pizza & PastaSometimes, Trio Pizza & Pasta serves the most delicious New York-style pizzas in Mansfield. When you step into Trio Pizza & Pasta, you're immediately greeted with a cozy atmosphere that makes you feel right at home. The dark wood furniture and vintage photos on the walls create a warm and inviting space. As you peruse the menu, you'll find a variety of Italian American dishes to choose from.Here are four reasons why Trio Pizza & Pasta is a must-visit for pizza lovers in Mansfield:The New York-style pizzas are made with fresh ingredients and cooked to perfection in a brick oven, creating a crispy crust and gooey cheese that will leave you craving for more.In addition to the pizzas, Trio Pizza & Pasta also offers mouthwatering calzones, pasta dishes, and decadent desserts, ensuring there's something for everyone.The simple and cozy atmosphere of the restaurant makes it a safe and comfortable place to enjoy a meal with family and friends.The friendly and attentive staff at Trio Pizza & Pasta will ensure that your dining experience is top-notch, providing excellent service and making you feel like a valued guest.Now, let's transition to our discussion about Jets Pizza, another popular pizza place in Mansfield.Jets PizzaJets Pizza offers a wide variety of specialty and classic pizzas that satisfy every craving. With their signature brick oven, they create pizzas that are cooked to perfection, ensuring a delicious and crispy crust. The restaurant boasts a warm and family-friendly atmosphere, making it a great place to gather with loved ones and enjoy a tasty meal. Jets Pizza uses only the freshest ingredients, ensuring the highest quality and safety standards. From their classic pepperoni pizza to their unique BBQ chicken pizza, there's something for everyone to enjoy.The cozy booths add to the inviting ambiance, providing a comfortable and safe dining experience. Whether you're looking for a quick bite or a leisurely meal, Jets Pizza has you covered.Now, let's transition to the next topic and explore what Cicis Pizza has to offer.Cicis PizzaCicis Pizza is a popular Italian restaurant chain that offers a buffet-style dining experience with an all-you-can-eat pizza option.They also have a family-friendly game room, making it a great place for kids to enjoy while parents indulge in their favorite pizzas.With a wide variety of specialty pizzas, fresh salads, and desserts, Cicis Pizza is a go-to spot for casual dining and a fun night out.All-You-Can-Eat Pizza OptionHave you ever tried the all-you-can-eat pizza option at any of the pizza places in Mansfield? It's a popular choice for pizza lovers who want to indulge in unlimited slices of their favorite pies.Here are a few things to consider when it comes to all-you-can-eat pizza buffets:Pros:You can try a variety of pizza flavors without committing to a whole pie.It's a great option for big appetites and those who love to eat.The buffet style allows you to customize your own slices with different toppings.It's an affordable option for families or large groups.Cons:The quality of the pizza may not be as high as ordering a fresh, made-to-order pie.The buffet area can get crowded, especially during peak hours.There might be limited options for those with dietary restrictions.Some people may find it difficult to control their portions and overeat.If you're planning to visit Cicis Pizza for the all-you-can-eat option, the best time would be during non-peak hours, such as weekdays before dinner rush. This way, you can enjoy a more relaxed dining experience and have a better chance of getting a table without waiting. Remember to pace yourself and enjoy the experience responsibly.Family-Friendly Game RoomWhile we were discussing the best pizza places in Mansfield, we learned that Cicis Pizza has a family-friendly game room. Cicis Pizza is an Italian restaurant chain that offers a buffet-style dining experience.Along with their all-you-can-eat pizza and fresh salad options, they also provide a fun and entertaining atmosphere for families. Their game room is a great addition to their establishment, offering entertainment options for children while parents enjoy their meal.The family-friendly game room ensures a safe and enjoyable experience for everyone. It's a perfect place to bring the whole family for a night out. Cicis Pizza understands the importance of providing a family-friendly atmosphere and entertainment options, making it a top choice for those seeking a fun and delicious dining experience.Papa Johns PizzaPapa Johns Pizza has a diverse menu offering a variety of pizza options, including classic flavors and unique toppings.They pride themselves on using fresh ingredients that result in delicious and high-quality pizzas.With numerous locations nationwide, Papa Johns Pizza is a convenient and accessible choice for those looking for a straightforward and affordable pizza option.Menu Offerings and VarietyWe recently discovered that Papa Johns Pizza offers a variety of menu offerings, including their famous garlic knots and specialty pizzas. Here are some reasons why you should try out their menu:Their garlic knots are a perfect blend of soft, buttery bread and savory garlic seasoning. They're the ideal appetizer to start your pizza feast.Papa Johns offers a wide range of specialty pizzas, from classic favorites like pepperoni and cheese to unique creations like BBQ chicken and Hawaiian. There's something for everyone's taste buds.You can customize your pizza with a variety of toppings, ensuring that you get exactly what you want. Whether you prefer a veggie-packed pie or a meat lover's dream, Papa Johns has got you covered.Papa Johns Pizza is committed to using fresh ingredients and ensuring high-quality standards. You can have peace of mind knowing that you're enjoying a delicious meal made with care.With their menu offerings, Papa Johns Pizza provides a satisfying and customizable dining experience while prioritizing the use of fresh ingredients and quality.Fresh Ingredients and QualityOne of the reasons we love Papa Johns Pizza is because they consistently use fresh ingredients to ensure the quality of their pizzas. When it comes to freshness vs. taste, Papa Johns strikes a perfect balance. Their locally sourced ingredients not only enhance the flavor of the pizzas but also give us peace of mind knowing that we're consuming safe and high-quality food. Whether it's the ripe tomatoes for their sauce or the premium cheese that melts perfectly on top, Papa Johns prioritizes freshness in every bite.While some may argue that local pizzerias offer a more authentic experience, Papa Johns, as a nationwide chain, has established a reputation for both taste and quality. With their commitment to using fresh ingredients, Papa Johns delivers a consistently delicious pizza every time.Now let's shift our focus to the convenience and accessibility of Papa Johns Pizza.Convenience and AccessibilityPizza lovers, let's talk about the convenience and accessibility of ordering from Papa Johns Pizza through their user-friendly website or mobile app. Ordering your favorite pizza has never been easier.Here are a few reasons why Papa Johns Pizza stands out when it comes to convenient online ordering and delivery options:Quick and easy: With just a few clicks, you can customize your pizza and have it delivered right to your doorstep.Wide range of options: Papa Johns Pizza offers a variety of toppings, crusts, and sizes to cater to everyone's taste.Tracking feature: You can track your order in real-time, giving you peace of mind and ensuring a safe delivery.Special promotions: Papa Johns Pizza frequently offers exclusive deals and discounts, making it even more convenient and affordable.Pizza HutLet's head to Pizza Hut for dinner tonight and enjoy their hot and fresh pizzas. Pizza Hut is a family-friendly pizza chain that has been serving delicious food since 1982. They're known for their unique pizza flavors and have a menu that has evolved over the years.Pizza Hut offers a wide variety of pizza options to cater to different tastes. From classic pepperoni to specialty pizzas like BBQ chicken and supreme, there's something for everyone. They also have a selection of wings and sides to complement your meal.The history of Pizza Hut's menu goes back to its early days when they introduced the iconic Pan Pizza. This deep-dish style pizza became a hit and remains a favorite among customers. Over the years, Pizza Hut has continued to innovate and introduce new flavors and toppings to keep their menu fresh and exciting.When dining at Pizza Hut, you can expect a charming atmosphere and a focus on safety. The restaurant takes cleanliness and hygiene seriously, ensuring a comfortable dining experience for all.Now, let's transition into the next section and explore another fantastic pizza place in town, Mamas Pizza.Mamas PizzaWe should definitely try out Mamas Pizza because they're known for their big pizzas that can take up a whole table. Here are four reasons why you should give Mamas Pizza a try:Best pizza toppings at Mamas Pizza: Mamas Pizza offers a wide variety of delicious toppings to choose from. Whether you prefer classic options like pepperoni and mushrooms or more unique toppings like artichoke hearts and feta cheese, Mamas Pizza has got you covered. Their toppings are always fresh and of the highest quality, ensuring a tasty and satisfying pizza experience.Specials and deals at Mamas Pizza: Mamas Pizza understands the value of a good deal. They regularly offer specials and discounts that make their already delicious pizzas even more affordable. Whether it's a buy-one-get-one-free deal or a discounted price on a large pizza, Mamas Pizza ensures that you can enjoy their mouthwatering pizzas without breaking the bank.Safety precautions at Mamas Pizza: Mamas Pizza prioritizes the safety and well-being of their customers. They've implemented strict hygiene protocols to ensure a clean and safe dining experience. From regular sanitization of high-touch surfaces to enforcing social distancing measures, Mamas Pizza goes above and beyond to create a safe environment for their customers.Friendly and attentive staff at Mamas Pizza: The staff at Mamas Pizza are known for their warm and friendly service. They're always ready to assist you with any questions or concerns you may have. Whether you need recommendations for pizza toppings or assistance with dietary restrictions, the staff at Mamas Pizza will make sure you have a pleasant and enjoyable dining experience.Frequently Asked QuestionsHow Many Locations Does Palios Pizza Have in Mansfield?Palio's Pizza in Mansfield has multiple locations, but the specific number is unclear without further research. However, it's worth noting that Palio's is highly recommended by locals as one of the best pizza places in Mansfield.As for Trio Pizza & Pasta, they do offer gluten-free options on their menu. The exact variety of gluten-free options can be confirmed by contacting the restaurant directly.What Are the Gluten-Free Options Available at Trio Pizza & Pasta?At Trio Pizza & Pasta, we understand the importance of catering to different dietary needs. We offer a variety of gluten-free crust options for our customers. These crusts are made from alternative flours, ensuring a safe and delicious dining experience for individuals with celiac disease.A gluten-free diet can provide numerous benefits for those with this condition, such as improved digestion and reduced inflammation. We take pride in accommodating our customers' needs and providing a safe and enjoyable dining experience for all.Does Jets Pizza Offer Any Vegan Pizza Options?Yes, Jets Pizza does offer vegan pizza options.Vegan pizza is a great choice for those who follow a plant-based diet or have dietary restrictions. It provides a healthier alternative to traditional pizza by using plant-based ingredients and skipping animal products.Jets Pizza uses fresh ingredients and cooks their pizzas in a signature brick oven, ensuring a delicious and satisfying experience.Enjoy the benefits of vegan pizza at Jets Pizza in Mansfield, TX.What Is the Most Popular Specialty Pizza at Cicis Pizza?The most popular specialty pizza at Cicis Pizza is their Supreme Pizza. It's loaded with a variety of delicious toppings, including pepperoni, sausage, bell peppers, onions, and black olives.Ordering a specialty pizza at Cicis Pizza has several benefits. First, you get to enjoy a unique combination of flavors that are carefully crafted to satisfy your taste buds. Additionally, Cicis Pizza offers an all-you-can-eat option, so you can indulge in as much of their specialty pizza as you desire.Does Mamas Pizza Offer Delivery Service in Mansfield?Mamas Pizza, a beloved pizzeria, does offer delivery service in Mansfield. With their mouthwatering Italian cuisine and retro pizzeria look, Mamas Pizza is the go-to spot for pizza lovers.But what about Trio Pizza? Well, they not only serve delicious pizzas but also cater to those with gluten-free dietary needs. With their family-friendly atmosphere and cozy space, Trio Pizza is the perfect place to enjoy a worry-free, gluten-free pizza experience.ConclusionIn conclusion, Mansfield, TX is home to a variety of pizza joints that will satisfy any pizza lover's cravings. Whether you're in the mood for a classic Italian-style pie or a unique specialty creation, there's a pizza place in Mansfield that will deliver.From the cozy atmosphere of Palios Pizza to the nationwide chains like Pizza Hut and Papa Johns, you can expect delicious, hot, and fresh pizzas that will leave you wanting more.Don't miss out on these mouth-watering slices of heaven in Mansfield, TX. submitted by Sweet-Count2557 to worldkidstravel [link] [comments] |
2024.06.09 22:27 HuskyWuskyowo My O'Reilly AutoParts Experience
I'm on mobile, writing this brought back a lot of emotions. So if it's sloppy,I apologize.....
I've debated about posting this, but it's been a year now. So I should be ok. I've posted on Reddit before, asking about situations at the company but changed some things. So here we are, and here's a full run down of my time there
I started in May, 2019. Part time and straight out of highschool. By November, I was full time and had store keys, training to be a closing manager (RSS)
In 2020, we had a coworker stalk a new hire, as he really wanted to date her, she felt uncomfortable but since he was a manager, she felt inclined to do as he wanted. She came to me as we were close in age. I helped her talk with our boss. He was soon let go.
Then we hired another girl, and she was.... Something.
She decided that she was going to get the boss to fall for her, and be the favorite. Boss was annoyed by her, and she found it funny to walk up behind me when I was on a phone call, reach around and grab my chest. She did this in front of customers as well. Our store had no cameras.
Even after I told her to knock it off, she kept on. Soon the customers were trying to treat me the same. Trying to touch me, asking if they can "Rent me" and other gross things.
I'd told my boss, SM. But at the time, we had a very.... Slow to act DM. So nothing was done.
One day, I was training a new hire. I was on the phone with a customer, and he was beside me at the counter with a customer. She walked up behind me, reached around, but this time, one hand went up, one went down and she was telling our new hire "it's ok to do this cause there's no cameras" and slowly started undoing the buttons on my shirt.
I'd gotten permission from my boss at the time to react in anyway I had to to get her off me, as our DM didn't want to get involved but wouldn't allow him to fire her.
so I kicked her as hard as I could. She fell, and started laughing. After she left, I explained to him what's been going on. He understood but was upset and uncomfortable, not that I blame him. She'd been written up for this before.
The next day, DM was there. New hire had called tips, and told them if they didn't do anything about this he would go public, forcing the DM to do something. Well, we found out this day, that we had a new DM. As the company "had decided due to so many complaints under this DM, that they needed to take him from DM, and make him a SM again for awhile"
This one took swift action. She was canned. After this, the new hires we got were so much better. But unfortunately, the system we used, showed our phone numbers and addresses. So this, now ex coworker, started stalking me. Sending me threatening messages and following me home, company said just block and ignore. Police wouldn't help til she did something threatening my life. I'd come outside to my tires all flat, my car scratched, I'd be followed home, it was a mess. A few times I'd be followed, run off the road, one morning on the way to work, I called the store and told them I was being followed. Everyone knew by now what was happening, and they watched as I pulled in, my SM went outside to tell the girl to leave, as she tried to slam her car into mine. I'd Changed everything by then, moved, new number, new route to abd from work. Hadn't seen her in awhile.
I left that store in Feb of 2021, and went to a bigger store to be trained as a ASM and as a safety precaution, to create more space in case the chic came back. (As she still circled the store time to time) Once there, I helped run the store. I was there til August of that same year, I was "loaned" out to help a different store, but still was expected to run my second store. As the SM was out due to family issues.
So now I'm running two stores, one store where no one respects the store manager, and one store where there is no store manager. So I'm training people at one location while running this other store as the store manager is sleeping off a hangover In the office.
During this, I was training some guys from the second store, and on October 19th, 2021. I had been at store #3 getting stuff ready for the upcoming inventory, so I got home around 12AM. My phone was dead, I was tired and I had a husky needing to go outside. When two of the guys I was training pull up. They had gotten my address off of the computer and were here because "they were sick of the management and needed me back there" they knew what apartment number I was so they ran up the stairs and beat me to the door. I was tired and not in the mood to get into it that night, so they passed out on the couch and next morning, I'm being called due to them not coming in. So I answer and told them that they are currently passed out on my couch, I got in trouble for them not coming into work.
It went smoothly for awhile, then December 13th, 2021 comes along. At this time, my relationship with my mother was rocky. I had gone low contact with her. I also never told anyone my business, as I figured it wasn't anyones need to know. My personal life stays personal. Well, two store managers take it upon themselves to integrate me. It's their day off, so I'm running the store, only have one delivery driver that day, short staffed, they pull up and have me go into the back of the store, which has no walls. So everyone can hear what's being said.
And they lay into me. For 3hrs til I'm in tears and have told them everything that went on with my mother and why we're low contact. The store manager decides she's going to be my hero and go confront my mother, have her husband beat my mother up and have this show down. They told me to not worry, return to work and they'll handle it. And left. Leaving me crying, shaking and still trying to run a store, get people to lunch and my teams now more focused on me, what they heard in the conversation and some are calling the DM to report what just happened. This made a very awkward month, as now DM is involved, the SM's got a talking to and I had to relive this twice more. Once with the DM, then HR. Tho HR labeled this a "in house issue" and weren't willing to help.
After this, it calmed down. The SM's were now out to get me for "getting them in trouble" but otherwise, it seemed fine. Tho I was working with the store managers daughter, so she kept her mom updated, and made sure to mention my mothers abuse towards me and tell others about it as well. She liked the gossip of it.
Then on March 5th, 2022. The store managers daughter had been slacking. Big time. On her phone in the office, taking "favors" for reduced product, or just ignoring her job and making others pick up the slack. I was spread thin, mentally and physically. Trying to help with training a new store manager, training staff at my second store, and keeping this third one up. So when I was catching up on freight, and found she was off in the back on her phone watching TikTok, I got on her about it. She got upset, and said "you've been really moody lately. I think you're pregnant" to which I told her I'm stressed trying to get stuff going, I haven't had a break in awhile, and you aren't helping at all.( She also has this mindset that I slept with my first store manager. And that I was still with him and pregnant by him. )
She rolled her eyes, and on her break, she went out and bought a pregnancy test. When she returns, she hides my clipboard and paperwork, and had blocked my car in. Then, in front of the few staff I had that day, announces that I'm to take this pregnancy test, or she'll destroy the paperwork, and tell the SM that I wasn't actually in store, didn't do my paperwork and have been flaky. She had the DM and SM's wrapped around her finger. So I told her this isn't appropriate and that I'd rather not. This went back and forth, to the point of her getting in the way of me answering phones and helping customers, she'd physically take the phone from my hand and hang up, or tell the customer that I couldn't help them at this time.
So I told her, if I do, I'm going home for the rest of the day. I had 2 hours left of my shift. She said fine. But she needed to be in the bathroom as I took it, so I don't "cheat".
After that, she moved her car and I left. For the day. Went home, called HR. They told me it's an in store issue, and unfortunately they rather not get involved with it. So I told the DM. He had already received reports from the other staff, telling him what happened. She was talked to, but that's it. For the rest of the week, she talked about how cute it would be if I had a baby with my first SM, asked about what he was like in bed and if we did it in the store - this SM and I were close, he was a father figure/role model to me. If I couldn't figure something out, he was my first call. She ruined the friendship I had with him, as we both felt awkward when we worked together due to her. As she told her mom and the gossip spread like wildfire.
March 15th, 2022. I requested a week off. I needed a break, my car needed maintenance and I figured I would head to the ocean with my husky for a couple days. So the first day off, the 12th, I drop my car off at the dealership so they can replace a recall. They say it'll be 5 hours so I walk around town, just relaxing. Then they tell me that unfortunately, they found a new issue and are going to keep my car for a month, and have no way of giving me a loaner. I try to figure out why and it's the runaround, my buddy comes to my aid and helps me get my stuff from my car as they wouldn't let me back there to get my stuff. Then we go to my mother's house to try and get the spare car I have. But the rack and pinion blew on it the same day. So next day I spend trying to tear it apart. I get halfway through when work calls, and let's me know my vacation request ends early as the SM's daughter had an emergency and I need to cover for her. I tell them I'm without a car, in a city an hour away, and the SM says "not my problem. Figure it out. I need you in. If you aren't in, I'm writing you up and firing you"
So I rush to get the car going, and on the 14th, Im stressed, tired, sore and anxious. I push a tool a bit to hard and it slips on grease, comes flying out of the wheel well and hits me in the head, hard. My mother comes back an hour later to find me knocked out. My first concussion. (By this time, we'd had a better relationship/understanding and were working towards building it)
So that night, she drops me off at my apartment. No rental places had any cars, so that morning, I grab my scooter, my husky, and walk the 4hrs to the store. Two hours in, I start to have an asthma attack. My body's shaking, my heads killing me, but we get there. Almost falling in the parking lot. We get in, I sit by the door catching my breath. A driver who used to volunteer at the fire station, comes over and checks my pulse, gets worried and recommends I go to the ER. I tell him I'm okay, the SM has already left for the day. So I need to be here to close. I get cleaned up, and the DM calls. Saying the SM called to tell him I hadn't shown up, and to ask where I was. I told him I just walked there, im wheezing and he's concerned too. I tell him she threatened to fire me if I didn't get here. He said he'd talk to her. Nothing ever came of it.
July 6th, 2022. The DM decided to move me permanently back to my 2nd store, as the store manager was going through personal stuff and I was needed there. So I went. It had been a couple weeks before this, but on the 6th, my shifts were 7am to 7pm. Or til 9:30 if the closer didn't come in. So I come in on time, start working, and go into the back of the store to get hose for a customer. I'm still feeling the symptoms of the concussion from March, but power through. I'm not sure how, but I managed to slip on a piece of paper, fall back and hit the base of my skull on the shelf, then when I was getting up, hit my forehead on it too. A coworker came looking for me. And found me, in his words "in a puddle of blood". He gets me up and takes care of the customer, and gets me to the bathroom and cleaned up. Then we go to the SM and let her know.
She says "You're standing up. You can work. Clean yourself up and get on the counter" I had a two week vacation scheduled, starting the next day. So she thought I was trying to get off work early. Something I had never done. So I go the front after cleaning myself up, the nasty gash on my head swelling up and getting attention. The store is hot, it's 90 outside, and I'm in my jacket shivering cause I'm cold. This happened at about 9AM. I went to her at 12PM and requested a break so I could go out to my car, grab some pain pills and come back. She said no, as I might not return. So I worked through it. I tried calling a couple people to see if they could cover me, as I was feeling worse and worse. But nothing. By 3, a coworker comes in and sees me. His shift didn't start for another two hours, but he immediately told me to go home.
By how, the SM has sent two others home early as we were " slow" and didn't need them. She also wanted to leave, which would mean I'd be the only manager there. He was a manager in training. But he counted my til down and the SM said as I left "since you don't feel good, maybe you shouldn't go to your sister's and just relax. But if I see any pictures of you on vacation after this, I'll know you lied to get out of it."
I went out to my car, which was a 2019 base model Sentra, I left at 4pm. I didn't get home til 8:30/9pm. A drive, with traffic takes an hour. My car had no lane deparcher or blindspot monitoring. When I pulled into my spot at my boyfriend's apartment, as I had moved in with him after coworkers kept finding out where I lived, or gave my address out to random people. My car was scratched up, the rims had curb rash, the passenger side had scratches. I don't know where I went or why it took so long to get home. I remember getting into my car, turning it on, turning on the A/C and that's it.
I went inside and passed out on the bed, my boyfriend couldn't wake me up for dinner, next morning my mother came and got me, taking me to the ER. I had yet another concussion. The doctor told me to stay away from screens, loud noises, drink water and just relax. Refrain from hitting my head again.
After my vacation, I returned with a letter of resignation. As I did some thinking. I couldn't stand the job anymore, the gossip, the crap... The random guys who would get my number and say "someone gave me your number at the store." And I'd have to change my number again. I have a folder of some of the weirdest ones.
I gave my resignation to the SM I currently was under. She denied it. Said no, she needed me to run her store while she took care of stuff, but this was the same SM who believed that I slept with my first SM, denied my raise and SM training as "according to the 3rd store I was sent to. I didn't do anything of what I was supposed to do, got the SM and her friend and the daughter in trouble, I took my vacations without thinking of anyone else"
I went to my first SM, he faxed the paperwork in. My last day was scheduled for August 18th, 2022. Clearly stated on my resignation letter. I gave my two weeks notice on Aug. 4th. 2022.
Everyone started freaking out in management. My DM tried getting me to stay, as it was a shock to him. But I couldn't. On my last day, she scheduled me for a closing shift. With nothing on the following days. She put me on for that Saturday. She calls me, asking where I am. I tell her my last day was Thursday. She tells me no. That she decides when my last day is, and I'm needed there right now. She thought we had talked it out, and that I would "come to my senses" and see reasoning. I told her I was firm on no longer working there, and I had already turned in all my keys. She blew up. Calling me every name in the book, degrading me, she called other stores and a lot of my friends there, turned on me. As she told them straight lies.
I blocked everyone as I started getting hate messages, people commenting on my social media, saying awful stuff. It was hell. I blocked everyone, and for awhile. I had to block accounts or deactivate my stuff. Finally, it all stopped.
I thought I was going to be with that company forever. I missed friends events for it. Family stuff, and events I wanted to go to, cuz of the job..,.. but in the end, those who were assholes to me, got placed in higher positions. Praised for "dealing with everything" and took credit for everything I did. I still get messages asking how to do something, but those go unanswered.
I miss the challenges, the interactions with customers and cars. But I don't miss how HR worked. How tight some are, that they can easily sway things to benefit them just cuz they know each other outside of the company.
It was fun. But I'm glad I got out, and it's burned me... I miss certain people there. But I can't ever be positive about that company again
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I've debated about posting this, but it's been a year now. So I should be ok. I've posted on Reddit before, asking about situations at the company but changed some things. So here we are, and here's a full run down of my time there
I started in May, 2019. Part time and straight out of highschool. By November, I was full time and had store keys, training to be a closing manager (RSS)
In 2020, we had a coworker stalk a new hire, as he really wanted to date her, she felt uncomfortable but since he was a manager, she felt inclined to do as he wanted. She came to me as we were close in age. I helped her talk with our boss. He was soon let go.
Then we hired another girl, and she was.... Something.
She decided that she was going to get the boss to fall for her, and be the favorite. Boss was annoyed by her, and she found it funny to walk up behind me when I was on a phone call, reach around and grab my chest. She did this in front of customers as well. Our store had no cameras.
Even after I told her to knock it off, she kept on. Soon the customers were trying to treat me the same. Trying to touch me, asking if they can "Rent me" and other gross things.
I'd told my boss, SM. But at the time, we had a very.... Slow to act DM. So nothing was done.
One day, I was training a new hire. I was on the phone with a customer, and he was beside me at the counter with a customer. She walked up behind me, reached around, but this time, one hand went up, one went down and she was telling our new hire "it's ok to do this cause there's no cameras" and slowly started undoing the buttons on my shirt.
I'd gotten permission from my boss at the time to react in anyway I had to to get her off me, as our DM didn't want to get involved but wouldn't allow him to fire her.
so I kicked her as hard as I could. She fell, and started laughing. After she left, I explained to him what's been going on. He understood but was upset and uncomfortable, not that I blame him. She'd been written up for this before.
The next day, DM was there. New hire had called tips, and told them if they didn't do anything about this he would go public, forcing the DM to do something. Well, we found out this day, that we had a new DM. As the company "had decided due to so many complaints under this DM, that they needed to take him from DM, and make him a SM again for awhile"
This one took swift action. She was canned. After this, the new hires we got were so much better. But unfortunately, the system we used, showed our phone numbers and addresses. So this, now ex coworker, started stalking me. Sending me threatening messages and following me home, company said just block and ignore. Police wouldn't help til she did something threatening my life. I'd come outside to my tires all flat, my car scratched, I'd be followed home, it was a mess. A few times I'd be followed, run off the road, one morning on the way to work, I called the store and told them I was being followed. Everyone knew by now what was happening, and they watched as I pulled in, my SM went outside to tell the girl to leave, as she tried to slam her car into mine. I'd Changed everything by then, moved, new number, new route to abd from work. Hadn't seen her in awhile.
I left that store in Feb of 2021, and went to a bigger store to be trained as a ASM and as a safety precaution, to create more space in case the chic came back. (As she still circled the store time to time) Once there, I helped run the store. I was there til August of that same year, I was "loaned" out to help a different store, but still was expected to run my second store. As the SM was out due to family issues.
So now I'm running two stores, one store where no one respects the store manager, and one store where there is no store manager. So I'm training people at one location while running this other store as the store manager is sleeping off a hangover In the office.
During this, I was training some guys from the second store, and on October 19th, 2021. I had been at store #3 getting stuff ready for the upcoming inventory, so I got home around 12AM. My phone was dead, I was tired and I had a husky needing to go outside. When two of the guys I was training pull up. They had gotten my address off of the computer and were here because "they were sick of the management and needed me back there" they knew what apartment number I was so they ran up the stairs and beat me to the door. I was tired and not in the mood to get into it that night, so they passed out on the couch and next morning, I'm being called due to them not coming in. So I answer and told them that they are currently passed out on my couch, I got in trouble for them not coming into work.
It went smoothly for awhile, then December 13th, 2021 comes along. At this time, my relationship with my mother was rocky. I had gone low contact with her. I also never told anyone my business, as I figured it wasn't anyones need to know. My personal life stays personal. Well, two store managers take it upon themselves to integrate me. It's their day off, so I'm running the store, only have one delivery driver that day, short staffed, they pull up and have me go into the back of the store, which has no walls. So everyone can hear what's being said.
And they lay into me. For 3hrs til I'm in tears and have told them everything that went on with my mother and why we're low contact. The store manager decides she's going to be my hero and go confront my mother, have her husband beat my mother up and have this show down. They told me to not worry, return to work and they'll handle it. And left. Leaving me crying, shaking and still trying to run a store, get people to lunch and my teams now more focused on me, what they heard in the conversation and some are calling the DM to report what just happened. This made a very awkward month, as now DM is involved, the SM's got a talking to and I had to relive this twice more. Once with the DM, then HR. Tho HR labeled this a "in house issue" and weren't willing to help.
After this, it calmed down. The SM's were now out to get me for "getting them in trouble" but otherwise, it seemed fine. Tho I was working with the store managers daughter, so she kept her mom updated, and made sure to mention my mothers abuse towards me and tell others about it as well. She liked the gossip of it.
Then on March 5th, 2022. The store managers daughter had been slacking. Big time. On her phone in the office, taking "favors" for reduced product, or just ignoring her job and making others pick up the slack. I was spread thin, mentally and physically. Trying to help with training a new store manager, training staff at my second store, and keeping this third one up. So when I was catching up on freight, and found she was off in the back on her phone watching TikTok, I got on her about it. She got upset, and said "you've been really moody lately. I think you're pregnant" to which I told her I'm stressed trying to get stuff going, I haven't had a break in awhile, and you aren't helping at all.( She also has this mindset that I slept with my first store manager. And that I was still with him and pregnant by him. )
She rolled her eyes, and on her break, she went out and bought a pregnancy test. When she returns, she hides my clipboard and paperwork, and had blocked my car in. Then, in front of the few staff I had that day, announces that I'm to take this pregnancy test, or she'll destroy the paperwork, and tell the SM that I wasn't actually in store, didn't do my paperwork and have been flaky. She had the DM and SM's wrapped around her finger. So I told her this isn't appropriate and that I'd rather not. This went back and forth, to the point of her getting in the way of me answering phones and helping customers, she'd physically take the phone from my hand and hang up, or tell the customer that I couldn't help them at this time.
So I told her, if I do, I'm going home for the rest of the day. I had 2 hours left of my shift. She said fine. But she needed to be in the bathroom as I took it, so I don't "cheat".
After that, she moved her car and I left. For the day. Went home, called HR. They told me it's an in store issue, and unfortunately they rather not get involved with it. So I told the DM. He had already received reports from the other staff, telling him what happened. She was talked to, but that's it. For the rest of the week, she talked about how cute it would be if I had a baby with my first SM, asked about what he was like in bed and if we did it in the store - this SM and I were close, he was a father figure/role model to me. If I couldn't figure something out, he was my first call. She ruined the friendship I had with him, as we both felt awkward when we worked together due to her. As she told her mom and the gossip spread like wildfire.
March 15th, 2022. I requested a week off. I needed a break, my car needed maintenance and I figured I would head to the ocean with my husky for a couple days. So the first day off, the 12th, I drop my car off at the dealership so they can replace a recall. They say it'll be 5 hours so I walk around town, just relaxing. Then they tell me that unfortunately, they found a new issue and are going to keep my car for a month, and have no way of giving me a loaner. I try to figure out why and it's the runaround, my buddy comes to my aid and helps me get my stuff from my car as they wouldn't let me back there to get my stuff. Then we go to my mother's house to try and get the spare car I have. But the rack and pinion blew on it the same day. So next day I spend trying to tear it apart. I get halfway through when work calls, and let's me know my vacation request ends early as the SM's daughter had an emergency and I need to cover for her. I tell them I'm without a car, in a city an hour away, and the SM says "not my problem. Figure it out. I need you in. If you aren't in, I'm writing you up and firing you"
So I rush to get the car going, and on the 14th, Im stressed, tired, sore and anxious. I push a tool a bit to hard and it slips on grease, comes flying out of the wheel well and hits me in the head, hard. My mother comes back an hour later to find me knocked out. My first concussion. (By this time, we'd had a better relationship/understanding and were working towards building it)
So that night, she drops me off at my apartment. No rental places had any cars, so that morning, I grab my scooter, my husky, and walk the 4hrs to the store. Two hours in, I start to have an asthma attack. My body's shaking, my heads killing me, but we get there. Almost falling in the parking lot. We get in, I sit by the door catching my breath. A driver who used to volunteer at the fire station, comes over and checks my pulse, gets worried and recommends I go to the ER. I tell him I'm okay, the SM has already left for the day. So I need to be here to close. I get cleaned up, and the DM calls. Saying the SM called to tell him I hadn't shown up, and to ask where I was. I told him I just walked there, im wheezing and he's concerned too. I tell him she threatened to fire me if I didn't get here. He said he'd talk to her. Nothing ever came of it.
July 6th, 2022. The DM decided to move me permanently back to my 2nd store, as the store manager was going through personal stuff and I was needed there. So I went. It had been a couple weeks before this, but on the 6th, my shifts were 7am to 7pm. Or til 9:30 if the closer didn't come in. So I come in on time, start working, and go into the back of the store to get hose for a customer. I'm still feeling the symptoms of the concussion from March, but power through. I'm not sure how, but I managed to slip on a piece of paper, fall back and hit the base of my skull on the shelf, then when I was getting up, hit my forehead on it too. A coworker came looking for me. And found me, in his words "in a puddle of blood". He gets me up and takes care of the customer, and gets me to the bathroom and cleaned up. Then we go to the SM and let her know.
She says "You're standing up. You can work. Clean yourself up and get on the counter" I had a two week vacation scheduled, starting the next day. So she thought I was trying to get off work early. Something I had never done. So I go the front after cleaning myself up, the nasty gash on my head swelling up and getting attention. The store is hot, it's 90 outside, and I'm in my jacket shivering cause I'm cold. This happened at about 9AM. I went to her at 12PM and requested a break so I could go out to my car, grab some pain pills and come back. She said no, as I might not return. So I worked through it. I tried calling a couple people to see if they could cover me, as I was feeling worse and worse. But nothing. By 3, a coworker comes in and sees me. His shift didn't start for another two hours, but he immediately told me to go home.
By how, the SM has sent two others home early as we were " slow" and didn't need them. She also wanted to leave, which would mean I'd be the only manager there. He was a manager in training. But he counted my til down and the SM said as I left "since you don't feel good, maybe you shouldn't go to your sister's and just relax. But if I see any pictures of you on vacation after this, I'll know you lied to get out of it."
I went out to my car, which was a 2019 base model Sentra, I left at 4pm. I didn't get home til 8:30/9pm. A drive, with traffic takes an hour. My car had no lane deparcher or blindspot monitoring. When I pulled into my spot at my boyfriend's apartment, as I had moved in with him after coworkers kept finding out where I lived, or gave my address out to random people. My car was scratched up, the rims had curb rash, the passenger side had scratches. I don't know where I went or why it took so long to get home. I remember getting into my car, turning it on, turning on the A/C and that's it.
I went inside and passed out on the bed, my boyfriend couldn't wake me up for dinner, next morning my mother came and got me, taking me to the ER. I had yet another concussion. The doctor told me to stay away from screens, loud noises, drink water and just relax. Refrain from hitting my head again.
After my vacation, I returned with a letter of resignation. As I did some thinking. I couldn't stand the job anymore, the gossip, the crap... The random guys who would get my number and say "someone gave me your number at the store." And I'd have to change my number again. I have a folder of some of the weirdest ones.
I gave my resignation to the SM I currently was under. She denied it. Said no, she needed me to run her store while she took care of stuff, but this was the same SM who believed that I slept with my first SM, denied my raise and SM training as "according to the 3rd store I was sent to. I didn't do anything of what I was supposed to do, got the SM and her friend and the daughter in trouble, I took my vacations without thinking of anyone else"
I went to my first SM, he faxed the paperwork in. My last day was scheduled for August 18th, 2022. Clearly stated on my resignation letter. I gave my two weeks notice on Aug. 4th. 2022.
Everyone started freaking out in management. My DM tried getting me to stay, as it was a shock to him. But I couldn't. On my last day, she scheduled me for a closing shift. With nothing on the following days. She put me on for that Saturday. She calls me, asking where I am. I tell her my last day was Thursday. She tells me no. That she decides when my last day is, and I'm needed there right now. She thought we had talked it out, and that I would "come to my senses" and see reasoning. I told her I was firm on no longer working there, and I had already turned in all my keys. She blew up. Calling me every name in the book, degrading me, she called other stores and a lot of my friends there, turned on me. As she told them straight lies.
I blocked everyone as I started getting hate messages, people commenting on my social media, saying awful stuff. It was hell. I blocked everyone, and for awhile. I had to block accounts or deactivate my stuff. Finally, it all stopped.
I thought I was going to be with that company forever. I missed friends events for it. Family stuff, and events I wanted to go to, cuz of the job..,.. but in the end, those who were assholes to me, got placed in higher positions. Praised for "dealing with everything" and took credit for everything I did. I still get messages asking how to do something, but those go unanswered.
I miss the challenges, the interactions with customers and cars. But I don't miss how HR worked. How tight some are, that they can easily sway things to benefit them just cuz they know each other outside of the company.
It was fun. But I'm glad I got out, and it's burned me... I miss certain people there. But I can't ever be positive about that company again
2024.06.09 22:26 ElectroCS8051 Is it just me or?
I’m finding that life is not really “open” for people my age (25). Although I have what’s considered a good job and good education life just feels “Stuck”.
My girlfriend says the same and so do a lot of my friends, a lot of people are emigrated out foreign but I feel like a lot of the “Your 20’s are meant to be the best time of your life” isn’t hitting anymore for people in this generation most of us are going to work and even in these big jobs and paying outrageous taxes to a government and system we all disagree with.
I didnt always have a good job and started off washing dishes and cleaning out food waste bins and was the only person in both families to got to college before the obligatory privileged youth comment comes in.
There seems to be a whole generational cohort of people who feel the same, of course there’s the norm to go out to the pub every weekend and drink and take drugs but there’s a larger cohort of people who don’t want to do that and have no options.
It used to be you waited until you were in your late 30’s to accept the grind of taxes and bills now it’s early 20’s
The only way I can describe it is it feels like we are in a constant state of recession and lack. Everything is slow or broken , everything is a waiting list. Covid really showed how out of date our services where that it nearly put them all in the ground (RSA, NDLS, HSE etc…)
The only thing there really is left to do is to drive around buying coffees, online shopping , in person shopping or get a gym membership of course everyone goes to the gym now so goodluck getting a full workout in.
There seems to be no solid way out of this or even defining it and everyone’s focus seems to be on American style politics.
I suppose the only real thing to do is to leave Ireland at some point…
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My girlfriend says the same and so do a lot of my friends, a lot of people are emigrated out foreign but I feel like a lot of the “Your 20’s are meant to be the best time of your life” isn’t hitting anymore for people in this generation most of us are going to work and even in these big jobs and paying outrageous taxes to a government and system we all disagree with.
I didnt always have a good job and started off washing dishes and cleaning out food waste bins and was the only person in both families to got to college before the obligatory privileged youth comment comes in.
There seems to be a whole generational cohort of people who feel the same, of course there’s the norm to go out to the pub every weekend and drink and take drugs but there’s a larger cohort of people who don’t want to do that and have no options.
It used to be you waited until you were in your late 30’s to accept the grind of taxes and bills now it’s early 20’s
The only way I can describe it is it feels like we are in a constant state of recession and lack. Everything is slow or broken , everything is a waiting list. Covid really showed how out of date our services where that it nearly put them all in the ground (RSA, NDLS, HSE etc…)
The only thing there really is left to do is to drive around buying coffees, online shopping , in person shopping or get a gym membership of course everyone goes to the gym now so goodluck getting a full workout in.
There seems to be no solid way out of this or even defining it and everyone’s focus seems to be on American style politics.
I suppose the only real thing to do is to leave Ireland at some point…
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2024.06.09 22:22 Working-Spirit-3721 Monkey D luffy DD U DONT WANT TO MISS
Good afternoon anybody, somebody, nobody, & everybody
all evidence DM ME
My name is Jain Kunwar
I am a retail trader for 3.5 years.
I am not an ape, I am not an institutional investor, I am not a hedge fund.
Nor do I have any clients.
I do not provide personalised investment advice for fees or commissions or tax purposes.
I'm just an individual investor who did my own research like Detective Columbo/Pikachu.
I come from a broken family, I have been to prison, I have been homeless even at 15 for many years.
I am not a good person, but I am seeking salvation from God.
I been doing Heroin since the age of 13, sober 8 years since the day I pleaded out to God in Merton station London at 1 am asking God to save me.
Which I believe in myself he did because shortly…….
Soon after, I went prison by confessing all my crimes and the judge let me run it concurrently for being honest that I need help and I had no foundation and healed a bit moving forwards in life.
I was born on May 10th, 1994, in Nepal Butwal. Home of the Gurkhas
I came to England 2002 November & have lived here since.
I class my self as Asian British A9
I have been repenting for my sins happily, paying off my debts and learning to be a good human being for I was a sinner till I met Jesus in Church of England.
My one and only father Jesus.
I have been following and invested in Game stop for a long time.
I started educating myself about the stock market since then.
I have been buying shares of GameStop Since 2021 But since 2021 June been incurring losses through market manipulation techniques I.E.
I had been denied withdrawals/ buying or selling options, leveraging options from Capital.NLY
Which incurred me 6 Grand losses on June 2021 and God knows how much/many other investors BIG or small in all exchanges that this effected.
I also have evidence of numerous times the trading app has halted its trade for more then 30 minutes to an hour in a single day! But for these I have videos more then images
I am happy to hand it over if you tell me where to send it.
They kept ignoring me until a month ago in May the 10th 2024 will touch base here later(miracle)
I have what’s app records of me trying to make complaints throughout the years with no redemption or straight answers.
I once spoke to an employee male & female one said, “We are experiencing some technical difficulties” this was about 1-2 years ago.
The Craziest thing was the ticker was moving in other exchanges just not in the one I was trading from.
Once it didn’t even open for 1.5 hours when it was open everywhere else
It finally opened at 10:49 how I know? I experienced this.
Under the FCA regulations all registered Trading Companies have a duty to protect investors from glitches and “technical difficulties”
Which They failed to do so for me I speak for myself and only what I have experienced.
The company even has glitched my leveraging system of 5-1 which was the setting since joining the company.
where, even if you pick 5-1 you only receive 2-1.
I have evidence of this as well & it’s not the first time either.
I know this has been done 100x of times if you take a Deeper Dive in the company’s own trading platform.
You won’t be able to find in other exchanges as other exchanges are working well so you cannot see the reason as its all “inter- linked”.
“Inter-linked “exchanges one falls apart whilst others are moving causing direct market manipulation.
Quoting blade runner “inter-linked”
Since then, I have been sent death threats anonymously.
Which also I can prove It was sent by him by connecting some dots with you
I met the owner in Wembley stadium in Corporate Box I was invited by Mr Stephen O
He contacted me and invited me to his corporate box on 8/6/24 I went there to find clarity as hackers have been going through my phones and social media with death threats.
Currently he is getting his hackers to find out where my siblings are and such as those are the type of questions I am getting in my social media platforms.
I call it phsing, smishing and vhising all 3 were used on my network.
Using carefully relaying questions in segment to build a definitive answer by narrowing down the wrong answers.
Like how it asks me what horoscope I am, Questions like use your initials to create a Japanese name.
Narrowing down an answer what every analytical mind would do.
I have been going through this since May 10th after he contacted me.
I have said my name is J to every one of these questions should be in my social media history.
Notice how it says JJ DEAD MAN COVER
i.e
Notice how I met the Owner at 8/6/24 1 pm corporate box …there are plenty cameras there.
I like to be clear here I do not know this person or have his number for him to be coming to my social media as people “whom I know”.
I believe it was the vhising technique of his goons on hire you can see my history for the past month in call history I been getting scam calls left right and centre.
I will also give a copy of screen recording on request.
Then I went home and put a video of his trading app chart not moving like other exchanges for example having a 1-minute ticker symbol does not move for 30 minutes in graph line on my social media suddenly,
I see a people “whom you might know” soon after I posted the video.
I only went to the corporate box because he told me he has over 300 people retail traders coming which I was the only retail there apart from 5 millionaires 4 of which I believe they own the company only speculation whom others are currently.
But I felt an eerily vibe So I did not eat their food or take their hospitality which was probably funded by investors like me getting robbed blind because he thought no one would notice.
I also met a man there I spoke to him he told me His trading account was transferred to their platform.
The clue is there which accounts have been moved without consent or choice?
He will plan to bring all in one to have more control and doing this also erases all traces of manipulation in the trading platform it moved from a very sly way to delete history.
Should not affect me though I joined capital.com ticker symbol. NLY as my first and only trading app.
I have lost all history of my trade’s funds and even portfolios deleted without notice of consent why is he observing my account and why is he deleting everything without my consent? He knows he did me wrong that’s why because he uses capital.com to manipulate the market into his interest.
I can identify all 4 of them even though I only spoke to Mr S.O over the phone and only know their name.
I ended up being the only retail trader there, A poor man in a Billionaires Club
So out of place
I just can’t figure out why, Can you?
The ticker symbol has to be moving according to the time even if the price does not fluctuate the time has to keep moving like kinetic energy.
It has to be moving unless halted which can be only 35 minutes per day but I have counted over 1 hour gone in some days
I have been through mental trauma with hackers trying to hypnotize me with flashing lights and other spiral colour techniques mind you.
I am an epileptic which I grew out of when I was 15 which is highly reactive to epileptic people.
Miracle indeed, as many don't, certainly not after adult hood.
Also, they have tried to ask me questions to figure out whom I am on my social media,
I got closer to their crimes and my truth and they wanted to know what I know or make me join them as per the invitation I believe bribing me to survive another few years maybe?
Hope you Enjoyed the Corporate box Kenny it was from the money you stole from me!
Steal from the poor how dare you?
pushing pornographic and other Hypno/flashing light techniques to my social media platforms
also using racial harassment by calling me Paki Psycho
At least get the country right! Originally from Nepal BITCH Gurkhas Salute!
We both know whom we are now S.O
Which over the past 3 years have also caused me to lose everything…..
money, love, joy, sanity & dreams.
I have been Robbed constantly from these techniques they use also the withdrawal rejection from 10000 to even 100 this was very recently too. Have some images to reference this too.
I log almost everything I do.
That’s just how I found healing/clarity by writing it down.
I spoke to a person named Emma who told me to withdraw,
I have to show all my cards even the bank card “HSBC” which was bankrupt and stopped without consent.
Jokes on them I still had it Q.Q ahahaaha even after I showed them it didn’t work.
Until 3 days later after I lost 65% of my investment.
I like to point out, I mentioned to HSBC many times I am currently struggling and am willing to pay in an instalment plan.
What I can because I did not want my account to close ever as it would effect my credit score most indefinitely.
Also, the weirdest request was they asked me to show them a picture of the different Barclays Cards I have with the same account number.
saying it must be the same card but it’s the same account number same card basically so why?
I replied, I put the money from my apple pay send it back to my apple pay card he said please send us an email of all your cards indirectly refusing to let me withdraw whilst I am in profit.
So, I sent them by email which I should have on my email “for reference”.
He also mentioned he will be my account manager and watch my account after the first time he called me because I am a “premium” account.
I still am a premium account with minimum 5-1 leveraging glitched to 2-1 with only 400 pounds left in my account and still watches where and when as my judgement has been good when to buy.
Buy low sell high! Or just hold but I couldn’t do any of these.
I believe it took him this long for many years the issue was my real name and my social media are not the same people.
As I do not have a social media account anywhere with my real name.
He started taking control of my account and portfolios since the day he contacted me on 2024 May 5-15 around the same time I started losing again drastically.
Unfortunately, I cannot provide you how much money I had made in profits or losses because “My account manager of a premium account less then 50 grand had deleted all my portfolios and trade history to clear his name”.
My account portfolio was called Bullish-CFD
Glory CFD and 3 gbps cfds I ended up with one named GBP usd
How the name changed I do not know
I suspect he closed my shared and opened it in a different portfolio causing 8888 amc share sale in my account 1112 GME shares.
As these most of these shares were bought months ago which I believe he has to pay for borrowing he doesn’t have to pay if it was new trades, I suspect this happened here.
Why else would I not the Portfolio I had designated names on.
This can also explain why my trade history has been wiped.
I did not do this I did not consent this nor was I notified.
Let me make this clear I do not have any controls or jurisdiction to wipe my history of trades if you could compare with other users to see if they have been wiped out and why it has been wiped out as its detrimental for Securities Agency to have correct data of everything that is going on with trading exchanges.
Which makes me believe more in the investment of AMC & GME.
I also believe Mr S.O prior to 2 years ago before all these new rules started coming, he was using his trading account to artificially increase profits by making a profit/gain.
I.E you open a position in a stock that is about to split in the market or going through one.
Let’s say its 2 5-1 reverse split now its 10 he made 8 decimal gains instead of changing the shares according to the split.
This crime trick he used to manipulate the market ended when sundial went for a share split reverse.
I came to realise this when I ventured in a demo account, and it worked but I didn’t do it with real money as that is not the right way.
I am trying to be good doing it the right way.
I have worked physically demanding jobs for many years working 6 days -7 days per week doing 55-65 hours per week, killed my joy in life and even went without food to invest in this company as I believe in the Company board, company outlook and company fundamentals all 3 checks out as a great investment to my eyes a hat trick to a quad trick now.
Putting money in it almost every month in the past 3-4 years.
My journey ends here with my Losses from market manipulation but I will reveal the truth!!!
They have robbed us again and again even the government has been robbed.
just for their benefit ruined many people’s lives all over the world.
Especially now that the company managed to be stable and grow profits.
But the issue here is not my losses it’s the market manipulation.
the company is doing all they can to not close their losing trade which is the
THE BOX everyone is talking about, but no one is knowing about somebody may know though.
Maybe investigate their wives’ accounts and you might find it on a marginal line red line in this account.
The blonde lady. Wearing navy blue jeans. Bingo!
Mr Stephen O has tried bribing me in social media sending women over my home to seduce me but my dog did her job right! And sensed the intentions I know this because I had a media pushed through my social media saying do you want me to send you two women to seduce me in hiding his criminal behaviours but this is not about me
He has robbed millions of people .
I have evidence of this as well to turn it in his favour as I believe he is short on GameStop which is a direct Conflict of interest “the reasons why I am been having these trading technical issues “
Trying to turn you into a gambler not investor! By taking away the withdraw, buy or sell!!!
You see,
The universe spoke to me, and I am becoming the voice for everybody who are being robbed by this man.
Call it a sign, a cohencidence or just dumb luck!
I am not a messiah though I just uncovered the truth!
2 weeks before my birthday on May 10th,, a stray kitten gave birth to 4 kittens and left only one behind. The squeeze began on my Birthday no fucking way!!!!!!!!
I/we have since, been taking care of her.
Meet My Newborn Kitten.
At 2 weeks old.
I also have a conspiracy theory on this as an attempt to harm my kitten.
To destroy me and make me stop trading.
I have frozen the medication Dr Elliot not a regular vet from that practice.
Well not the ones we see anyways 2 out 3 times.
My kitten was very ill shortly after taking the medication was also recommended to euthanised my kitten.
If you see her now you won’t believe why they would ever recommend this.
Of course, I argued and took control of the situation and saved her.
When I am back on my feet, I am going to a professional to check it out completely.
I like to remind you I already have a dog in this house for that cat to dare to come in my yard and give birth its like it was meant to be here cats? get it?
She is about 2.2 times her size now! Growing strong !!! just like GAMESTOP
CANT STOP WONT STOP GAME STOP
In Jesus name can I get AMEN!
b4 I continue...
I currently work as a civil engineer and am on the quest to turn my life around in my Pursuit of Happiness.
Thank heavens as I do not even hold a GCSE another miracle!
That I have this job.
I am a troubled child, but I still have dreams... of making it in life.
Which is providing my future wife and kids with everything I did not receive,
love, attention, guidance and more importantly a home they can sleep comfortably knowing they will have a place to sleep again tomorrow.
But I do not blame anyone as it was a first time for everyone being a father... a mother...even me a son just as guilty.
But I want you to keep reading this story… as it is very important if you have lost in the stock market as there are many other stocks that are missing in chart it was probably getting diluted for someone’s benefit to maybe stabilise their losing trading account.
I get the desperation that’s how I felt scrounging, borrowing money when I felt like I was about to be margin called totally human reaction.
The way he gained the money to stabilise it was totally criminal though.
I feel like he is digging himself a bigger and bigger hole and that hole is up some skunks arse hole by now.
I also like to point out Mr S.O has notified me that capital is a British company, but I have seen it being registered in the state of
This is the Final frontier.
My judgement was clouded by addiction made me do bad things...
I apologise to everyone I caused harm/inconvenience in the past and now.
I really am.
From the bottom of my heart.
my actions were clouded by addiction it took me more than a decade to defeat my heroin addiction.
At this sober state, now If you ask me anything; I’ll tell you even if it gets me in trouble
without a second thought.
I like to point out through out my columbo detective move I came across various information some even I should not know.
All I’m seeking is justice and peace right now and I hope someone can help me get this as I have proof for most of these speculations.
But I believe Mr S.O has been sending his hackers to feed numbers into my head by keep pushing it into my feed.
Because of this I purposely lost all my trades as I will not participate in insider trading sent by Mr S.O to convict me to silence.
Realising I was being watched by numerous people.
I went into a state of hallucinations, insanity.
It was hard but I crawled back out of the hackers infiltrating my device to corrupt my mind and decisions.
I suffer with anxiety and depression already too and have been suffering further since Mr S.O has called me.
I just didn’t know this before he called me, and all the pieces started to connect.
As this type of speculations and claims are only for the wealthy and privileged.
I know I am neither.
I am a very poor man with no land no inheritance no support.
Everything I earn is from these hands that push tools and this mind that tries to learn investing.
At my day job I give my 110% physically
at home
I work my mind 110% to try being an experienced smart investotrader as I know once I have knowledge and skill, I can make money easily after.
Currently, I am sharpening my day trading skills to further increase my knowledge from investor to a trader.
I earning ends meet living pay-check to pay-check and I will continue doing so to save earn invest and one day have a place, which my future family can call our home proudly safely.
But I still see the deep value in a growing company as the more room for growth the more gains the investment will make.
I learnt this from reading and following great investors of this decade I.E DFV videos of GameStop 3 years ago.
I especially like the one where we roll the 8 ball and just find a random ticker and analyse it you never know what dumb luck can bring you.
A school dropout like me to GameStop and I have learnt more things than I did in my lifetime.
You can learn anything in YouTube now amazing really we should use technology to assist us not work for us I strongly believe not use it for our own personal gain just because you have coders.
If you look through their trading app they chart doesn’t even revert the history into split prices SUPER MANIPULATION.
1 I love the stock/I believe in the stock.
2 the company has board members who doesn’t even get salary.
For this they have my trust of my investment and that they will do everything in their knowledge and power to make this company successful as toys brings “JOY” even to adults.
I kept putting more and more invested in this company, but the stock is being manipulated so it doesn’t work everyone will lose as how the conflict-of-interest person wants it he has survived until now because of this but there were no major leads of this I believe.
[Again, I am here to speak about GameStop and the TRUTH]()
I still see GameStop as a great investment.
The company survived Covid 19, also is profitable and stable currently.
With all the current market price fluctuations
Also the price has not dropped below 40! pre split price.
which further strengthens my speculation,
I currently own only 18 shares of GameStop I did have over a thousand.
But the company owners of; Capital.com ticker symbol NLY.
Have done everything they can to make me lose a winning investment.
They took my buy button my sell button and even stopped trading for more than 30 mins and hid it from none trading eyes in the bigger picture.
He also took my shares and diluted it I have incurred about 61 grand losses from my history of trading because of these market manipulation techniques over the past 3-4 years.
I as an investor a client of capital trading app was not treated fairly.
1 Even when I have raised complaints numerous time over the past 3-4 years was shrugged off because I am just well a NOBODY.
I call it a poor man's privileges.
2 Under FCA regulations Glitches or technical failures that cause financial harm to customers is a breach of this rule.
3 I am formally writing a complaint here and raising awareness with evidence of market manipulation!
would like support regarding the Law side of things and what i can recover from being ridiculed and robbed.
Using my food & leisure money to invest in this company.
I sacrificed my Joy for this investment with my hard earned money by working 50-60 hours a week labour 52 weeks per year non stop you can check my work rota records sometimes even 70 per week in physically demanding jobs.
1He has sent me Death threats today of what I am revealing now since meeting him in Wembley Stadium 8/6/26 (have a image of sending me death threats after meeting him today using paid hackers)
1 3/half weeks ago he called me to say I am in a premium account there are 300 of you and I would like to invite you to meet him today
which was really weird why is he putting my account on premium and saying He is going to look after it I am retail trader I have barely any money in account!
and deleted all my portfolio and trade history everything wiped clean!
+I suspect this was getting rid of evidence as I am right at the heart of the Griffin
I know why he took ownership from me without my consent and sold it without me knowing by derivatives and decreased the market value for his personal benefits.
Because he is already manipulating using this trading platform to control the prices elsewhere.
I have evidence of this you can only see it just DM me
if you look at the charts in their trading platform you can see it yourself to say it’s not photo shop.
no one else can notice it if you are not using the same app!!
+
2 Mr Stephen and his goons have been manipulating the stock since gamestop! 2021
+prior to 2 years ago his app would increase profits even from a split share!
I came across this information on 2022 You should recheck all files that are linked to him and splitting shares tickers as he has robbed them blind too.
I was the only retail investor, there alongside his corporate buddies which I am happy to identify and stand as witness.
I felt safe though as I don't even Fear the Darkest Night as I always walked by faith and believed in God has a purpose for me too..
A nobody like me maybe could be somebody one day!
(all hail great DFV) got to pay your respects !
I learnt trading since 2021
“Once there was a farmer who sold a pound of butter to a baker every week.
After several weeks of purchasing butter from the farmer the baker decided to weigh it. To insure it was indeed a full pound.
When he weighed it, he discovered the butter felt short of a pound which enraged him and made him feel cheated and decided to take the farmer to court.
The judge asked the farmer what his method is of weighing the butter.
the farmer replied “your honour, I am poor I do not own any exact measuring tool.
How ever I do have a Scale.
The judge then inquired if the farmer uses the scale to measure the butter the farmer explained.
“Your honour I have been buying a 1 pound of loaf from the baker Long before he began purchasing butter from me,
When ever he brings the bread, I place it on the scale and measure out the same weight to give him in return.
So, if the baker is not receiving a pound of butter he is also not delivering a pound of bread as promised.
The moral you get what you give if you try to cheat others of what they promised them.
You will be cheated in return.
KARMA IS REAL AND KARMA WILL PUNISH ALL OF YOU WILL GO PRISON
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all evidence DM ME
My name is Jain Kunwar
I am a retail trader for 3.5 years.
I am not an ape, I am not an institutional investor, I am not a hedge fund.
Nor do I have any clients.
I do not provide personalised investment advice for fees or commissions or tax purposes.
I'm just an individual investor who did my own research like Detective Columbo/Pikachu.
I come from a broken family, I have been to prison, I have been homeless even at 15 for many years.
I am not a good person, but I am seeking salvation from God.
I been doing Heroin since the age of 13, sober 8 years since the day I pleaded out to God in Merton station London at 1 am asking God to save me.
Which I believe in myself he did because shortly…….
Soon after, I went prison by confessing all my crimes and the judge let me run it concurrently for being honest that I need help and I had no foundation and healed a bit moving forwards in life.
I was born on May 10th, 1994, in Nepal Butwal. Home of the Gurkhas
I came to England 2002 November & have lived here since.
I class my self as Asian British A9
I have been repenting for my sins happily, paying off my debts and learning to be a good human being for I was a sinner till I met Jesus in Church of England.
My one and only father Jesus.
I have been following and invested in Game stop for a long time.
I started educating myself about the stock market since then.
I have been buying shares of GameStop Since 2021 But since 2021 June been incurring losses through market manipulation techniques I.E.
I had been denied withdrawals/ buying or selling options, leveraging options from Capital.NLY
Which incurred me 6 Grand losses on June 2021 and God knows how much/many other investors BIG or small in all exchanges that this effected.
I also have evidence of numerous times the trading app has halted its trade for more then 30 minutes to an hour in a single day! But for these I have videos more then images
I am happy to hand it over if you tell me where to send it.
They kept ignoring me until a month ago in May the 10th 2024 will touch base here later(miracle)
I have what’s app records of me trying to make complaints throughout the years with no redemption or straight answers.
I once spoke to an employee male & female one said, “We are experiencing some technical difficulties” this was about 1-2 years ago.
The Craziest thing was the ticker was moving in other exchanges just not in the one I was trading from.
Once it didn’t even open for 1.5 hours when it was open everywhere else
It finally opened at 10:49 how I know? I experienced this.
Under the FCA regulations all registered Trading Companies have a duty to protect investors from glitches and “technical difficulties”
Which They failed to do so for me I speak for myself and only what I have experienced.
The company even has glitched my leveraging system of 5-1 which was the setting since joining the company.
where, even if you pick 5-1 you only receive 2-1.
I have evidence of this as well & it’s not the first time either.
I know this has been done 100x of times if you take a Deeper Dive in the company’s own trading platform.
You won’t be able to find in other exchanges as other exchanges are working well so you cannot see the reason as its all “inter- linked”.
“Inter-linked “exchanges one falls apart whilst others are moving causing direct market manipulation.
Quoting blade runner “inter-linked”
Since then, I have been sent death threats anonymously.
Which also I can prove It was sent by him by connecting some dots with you
I met the owner in Wembley stadium in Corporate Box I was invited by Mr Stephen O
He contacted me and invited me to his corporate box on 8/6/24 I went there to find clarity as hackers have been going through my phones and social media with death threats.
Currently he is getting his hackers to find out where my siblings are and such as those are the type of questions I am getting in my social media platforms.
I call it phsing, smishing and vhising all 3 were used on my network.
Using carefully relaying questions in segment to build a definitive answer by narrowing down the wrong answers.
Like how it asks me what horoscope I am, Questions like use your initials to create a Japanese name.
Narrowing down an answer what every analytical mind would do.
I have been going through this since May 10th after he contacted me.
I have said my name is J to every one of these questions should be in my social media history.
Notice how it says JJ DEAD MAN COVER
i.e
Notice how I met the Owner at 8/6/24 1 pm corporate box …there are plenty cameras there.
I like to be clear here I do not know this person or have his number for him to be coming to my social media as people “whom I know”.
I believe it was the vhising technique of his goons on hire you can see my history for the past month in call history I been getting scam calls left right and centre.
I will also give a copy of screen recording on request.
Then I went home and put a video of his trading app chart not moving like other exchanges for example having a 1-minute ticker symbol does not move for 30 minutes in graph line on my social media suddenly,
I see a people “whom you might know” soon after I posted the video.
I only went to the corporate box because he told me he has over 300 people retail traders coming which I was the only retail there apart from 5 millionaires 4 of which I believe they own the company only speculation whom others are currently.
But I felt an eerily vibe So I did not eat their food or take their hospitality which was probably funded by investors like me getting robbed blind because he thought no one would notice.
I also met a man there I spoke to him he told me His trading account was transferred to their platform.
The clue is there which accounts have been moved without consent or choice?
He will plan to bring all in one to have more control and doing this also erases all traces of manipulation in the trading platform it moved from a very sly way to delete history.
Should not affect me though I joined capital.com ticker symbol. NLY as my first and only trading app.
I have lost all history of my trade’s funds and even portfolios deleted without notice of consent why is he observing my account and why is he deleting everything without my consent? He knows he did me wrong that’s why because he uses capital.com to manipulate the market into his interest.
I can identify all 4 of them even though I only spoke to Mr S.O over the phone and only know their name.
I ended up being the only retail trader there, A poor man in a Billionaires Club
So out of place
I just can’t figure out why, Can you?
The ticker symbol has to be moving according to the time even if the price does not fluctuate the time has to keep moving like kinetic energy.
It has to be moving unless halted which can be only 35 minutes per day but I have counted over 1 hour gone in some days
I have been through mental trauma with hackers trying to hypnotize me with flashing lights and other spiral colour techniques mind you.
I am an epileptic which I grew out of when I was 15 which is highly reactive to epileptic people.
Miracle indeed, as many don't, certainly not after adult hood.
Also, they have tried to ask me questions to figure out whom I am on my social media,
I got closer to their crimes and my truth and they wanted to know what I know or make me join them as per the invitation I believe bribing me to survive another few years maybe?
Hope you Enjoyed the Corporate box Kenny it was from the money you stole from me!
Steal from the poor how dare you?
pushing pornographic and other Hypno/flashing light techniques to my social media platforms
also using racial harassment by calling me Paki Psycho
At least get the country right! Originally from Nepal BITCH Gurkhas Salute!
We both know whom we are now S.O
Which over the past 3 years have also caused me to lose everything…..
money, love, joy, sanity & dreams.
I have been Robbed constantly from these techniques they use also the withdrawal rejection from 10000 to even 100 this was very recently too. Have some images to reference this too.
I log almost everything I do.
That’s just how I found healing/clarity by writing it down.
I spoke to a person named Emma who told me to withdraw,
I have to show all my cards even the bank card “HSBC” which was bankrupt and stopped without consent.
Jokes on them I still had it Q.Q ahahaaha even after I showed them it didn’t work.
Until 3 days later after I lost 65% of my investment.
I like to point out, I mentioned to HSBC many times I am currently struggling and am willing to pay in an instalment plan.
What I can because I did not want my account to close ever as it would effect my credit score most indefinitely.
Also, the weirdest request was they asked me to show them a picture of the different Barclays Cards I have with the same account number.
saying it must be the same card but it’s the same account number same card basically so why?
I replied, I put the money from my apple pay send it back to my apple pay card he said please send us an email of all your cards indirectly refusing to let me withdraw whilst I am in profit.
So, I sent them by email which I should have on my email “for reference”.
He also mentioned he will be my account manager and watch my account after the first time he called me because I am a “premium” account.
I still am a premium account with minimum 5-1 leveraging glitched to 2-1 with only 400 pounds left in my account and still watches where and when as my judgement has been good when to buy.
Buy low sell high! Or just hold but I couldn’t do any of these.
I believe it took him this long for many years the issue was my real name and my social media are not the same people.
As I do not have a social media account anywhere with my real name.
He started taking control of my account and portfolios since the day he contacted me on 2024 May 5-15 around the same time I started losing again drastically.
Unfortunately, I cannot provide you how much money I had made in profits or losses because “My account manager of a premium account less then 50 grand had deleted all my portfolios and trade history to clear his name”.
My account portfolio was called Bullish-CFD
Glory CFD and 3 gbps cfds I ended up with one named GBP usd
How the name changed I do not know
I suspect he closed my shared and opened it in a different portfolio causing 8888 amc share sale in my account 1112 GME shares.
As these most of these shares were bought months ago which I believe he has to pay for borrowing he doesn’t have to pay if it was new trades, I suspect this happened here.
Why else would I not the Portfolio I had designated names on.
This can also explain why my trade history has been wiped.
I did not do this I did not consent this nor was I notified.
Let me make this clear I do not have any controls or jurisdiction to wipe my history of trades if you could compare with other users to see if they have been wiped out and why it has been wiped out as its detrimental for Securities Agency to have correct data of everything that is going on with trading exchanges.
Which makes me believe more in the investment of AMC & GME.
I also believe Mr S.O prior to 2 years ago before all these new rules started coming, he was using his trading account to artificially increase profits by making a profit/gain.
I.E you open a position in a stock that is about to split in the market or going through one.
Let’s say its 2 5-1 reverse split now its 10 he made 8 decimal gains instead of changing the shares according to the split.
This crime trick he used to manipulate the market ended when sundial went for a share split reverse.
I came to realise this when I ventured in a demo account, and it worked but I didn’t do it with real money as that is not the right way.
I am trying to be good doing it the right way.
I have worked physically demanding jobs for many years working 6 days -7 days per week doing 55-65 hours per week, killed my joy in life and even went without food to invest in this company as I believe in the Company board, company outlook and company fundamentals all 3 checks out as a great investment to my eyes a hat trick to a quad trick now.
Putting money in it almost every month in the past 3-4 years.
My journey ends here with my Losses from market manipulation but I will reveal the truth!!!
They have robbed us again and again even the government has been robbed.
just for their benefit ruined many people’s lives all over the world.
Especially now that the company managed to be stable and grow profits.
But the issue here is not my losses it’s the market manipulation.
the company is doing all they can to not close their losing trade which is the
THE BOX everyone is talking about, but no one is knowing about somebody may know though.
Maybe investigate their wives’ accounts and you might find it on a marginal line red line in this account.
The blonde lady. Wearing navy blue jeans. Bingo!
Mr Stephen O has tried bribing me in social media sending women over my home to seduce me but my dog did her job right! And sensed the intentions I know this because I had a media pushed through my social media saying do you want me to send you two women to seduce me in hiding his criminal behaviours but this is not about me
He has robbed millions of people .
I have evidence of this as well to turn it in his favour as I believe he is short on GameStop which is a direct Conflict of interest “the reasons why I am been having these trading technical issues “
Trying to turn you into a gambler not investor! By taking away the withdraw, buy or sell!!!
You see,
The universe spoke to me, and I am becoming the voice for everybody who are being robbed by this man.
Call it a sign, a cohencidence or just dumb luck!
I am not a messiah though I just uncovered the truth!
2 weeks before my birthday on May 10th,, a stray kitten gave birth to 4 kittens and left only one behind. The squeeze began on my Birthday no fucking way!!!!!!!!
I/we have since, been taking care of her.
Meet My Newborn Kitten.
At 2 weeks old.
I also have a conspiracy theory on this as an attempt to harm my kitten.
To destroy me and make me stop trading.
I have frozen the medication Dr Elliot not a regular vet from that practice.
Well not the ones we see anyways 2 out 3 times.
My kitten was very ill shortly after taking the medication was also recommended to euthanised my kitten.
If you see her now you won’t believe why they would ever recommend this.
Of course, I argued and took control of the situation and saved her.
When I am back on my feet, I am going to a professional to check it out completely.
I like to remind you I already have a dog in this house for that cat to dare to come in my yard and give birth its like it was meant to be here cats? get it?
She is about 2.2 times her size now! Growing strong !!! just like GAMESTOP
CANT STOP WONT STOP GAME STOP
In Jesus name can I get AMEN!
b4 I continue...
I currently work as a civil engineer and am on the quest to turn my life around in my Pursuit of Happiness.
Thank heavens as I do not even hold a GCSE another miracle!
That I have this job.
I am a troubled child, but I still have dreams... of making it in life.
Which is providing my future wife and kids with everything I did not receive,
love, attention, guidance and more importantly a home they can sleep comfortably knowing they will have a place to sleep again tomorrow.
But I do not blame anyone as it was a first time for everyone being a father... a mother...even me a son just as guilty.
But I want you to keep reading this story… as it is very important if you have lost in the stock market as there are many other stocks that are missing in chart it was probably getting diluted for someone’s benefit to maybe stabilise their losing trading account.
I get the desperation that’s how I felt scrounging, borrowing money when I felt like I was about to be margin called totally human reaction.
The way he gained the money to stabilise it was totally criminal though.
I feel like he is digging himself a bigger and bigger hole and that hole is up some skunks arse hole by now.
I also like to point out Mr S.O has notified me that capital is a British company, but I have seen it being registered in the state of
This is the Final frontier.
My judgement was clouded by addiction made me do bad things...
I apologise to everyone I caused harm/inconvenience in the past and now.
I really am.
From the bottom of my heart.
my actions were clouded by addiction it took me more than a decade to defeat my heroin addiction.
At this sober state, now If you ask me anything; I’ll tell you even if it gets me in trouble
without a second thought.
I like to point out through out my columbo detective move I came across various information some even I should not know.
All I’m seeking is justice and peace right now and I hope someone can help me get this as I have proof for most of these speculations.
But I believe Mr S.O has been sending his hackers to feed numbers into my head by keep pushing it into my feed.
Because of this I purposely lost all my trades as I will not participate in insider trading sent by Mr S.O to convict me to silence.
Realising I was being watched by numerous people.
I went into a state of hallucinations, insanity.
It was hard but I crawled back out of the hackers infiltrating my device to corrupt my mind and decisions.
I suffer with anxiety and depression already too and have been suffering further since Mr S.O has called me.
I just didn’t know this before he called me, and all the pieces started to connect.
As this type of speculations and claims are only for the wealthy and privileged.
I know I am neither.
I am a very poor man with no land no inheritance no support.
Everything I earn is from these hands that push tools and this mind that tries to learn investing.
At my day job I give my 110% physically
at home
I work my mind 110% to try being an experienced smart investotrader as I know once I have knowledge and skill, I can make money easily after.
Currently, I am sharpening my day trading skills to further increase my knowledge from investor to a trader.
I earning ends meet living pay-check to pay-check and I will continue doing so to save earn invest and one day have a place, which my future family can call our home proudly safely.
But I still see the deep value in a growing company as the more room for growth the more gains the investment will make.
I learnt this from reading and following great investors of this decade I.E DFV videos of GameStop 3 years ago.
I especially like the one where we roll the 8 ball and just find a random ticker and analyse it you never know what dumb luck can bring you.
A school dropout like me to GameStop and I have learnt more things than I did in my lifetime.
You can learn anything in YouTube now amazing really we should use technology to assist us not work for us I strongly believe not use it for our own personal gain just because you have coders.
If you look through their trading app they chart doesn’t even revert the history into split prices SUPER MANIPULATION.
1 I love the stock/I believe in the stock.
2 the company has board members who doesn’t even get salary.
For this they have my trust of my investment and that they will do everything in their knowledge and power to make this company successful as toys brings “JOY” even to adults.
I kept putting more and more invested in this company, but the stock is being manipulated so it doesn’t work everyone will lose as how the conflict-of-interest person wants it he has survived until now because of this but there were no major leads of this I believe.
[Again, I am here to speak about GameStop and the TRUTH]()
I still see GameStop as a great investment.
The company survived Covid 19, also is profitable and stable currently.
With all the current market price fluctuations
Also the price has not dropped below 40! pre split price.
which further strengthens my speculation,
I currently own only 18 shares of GameStop I did have over a thousand.
But the company owners of; Capital.com ticker symbol NLY.
Have done everything they can to make me lose a winning investment.
They took my buy button my sell button and even stopped trading for more than 30 mins and hid it from none trading eyes in the bigger picture.
He also took my shares and diluted it I have incurred about 61 grand losses from my history of trading because of these market manipulation techniques over the past 3-4 years.
I as an investor a client of capital trading app was not treated fairly.
1 Even when I have raised complaints numerous time over the past 3-4 years was shrugged off because I am just well a NOBODY.
I call it a poor man's privileges.
2 Under FCA regulations Glitches or technical failures that cause financial harm to customers is a breach of this rule.
3 I am formally writing a complaint here and raising awareness with evidence of market manipulation!
would like support regarding the Law side of things and what i can recover from being ridiculed and robbed.
Using my food & leisure money to invest in this company.
I sacrificed my Joy for this investment with my hard earned money by working 50-60 hours a week labour 52 weeks per year non stop you can check my work rota records sometimes even 70 per week in physically demanding jobs.
1He has sent me Death threats today of what I am revealing now since meeting him in Wembley Stadium 8/6/26 (have a image of sending me death threats after meeting him today using paid hackers)
1 3/half weeks ago he called me to say I am in a premium account there are 300 of you and I would like to invite you to meet him today
which was really weird why is he putting my account on premium and saying He is going to look after it I am retail trader I have barely any money in account!
and deleted all my portfolio and trade history everything wiped clean!
+I suspect this was getting rid of evidence as I am right at the heart of the Griffin
I know why he took ownership from me without my consent and sold it without me knowing by derivatives and decreased the market value for his personal benefits.
Because he is already manipulating using this trading platform to control the prices elsewhere.
I have evidence of this you can only see it just DM me
if you look at the charts in their trading platform you can see it yourself to say it’s not photo shop.
no one else can notice it if you are not using the same app!!
+
2 Mr Stephen and his goons have been manipulating the stock since gamestop! 2021
+prior to 2 years ago his app would increase profits even from a split share!
I came across this information on 2022 You should recheck all files that are linked to him and splitting shares tickers as he has robbed them blind too.
I was the only retail investor, there alongside his corporate buddies which I am happy to identify and stand as witness.
I felt safe though as I don't even Fear the Darkest Night as I always walked by faith and believed in God has a purpose for me too..
A nobody like me maybe could be somebody one day!
(all hail great DFV) got to pay your respects !
I learnt trading since 2021
“Once there was a farmer who sold a pound of butter to a baker every week.
After several weeks of purchasing butter from the farmer the baker decided to weigh it. To insure it was indeed a full pound.
When he weighed it, he discovered the butter felt short of a pound which enraged him and made him feel cheated and decided to take the farmer to court.
The judge asked the farmer what his method is of weighing the butter.
the farmer replied “your honour, I am poor I do not own any exact measuring tool.
How ever I do have a Scale.
The judge then inquired if the farmer uses the scale to measure the butter the farmer explained.
“Your honour I have been buying a 1 pound of loaf from the baker Long before he began purchasing butter from me,
When ever he brings the bread, I place it on the scale and measure out the same weight to give him in return.
So, if the baker is not receiving a pound of butter he is also not delivering a pound of bread as promised.
The moral you get what you give if you try to cheat others of what they promised them.
You will be cheated in return.
KARMA IS REAL AND KARMA WILL PUNISH ALL OF YOU WILL GO PRISON
2024.06.09 22:22 Intelligent-Tie-4284 What Max has been up to
Max had recently returned from his fight with the rogue Gundalians and most notably their army of Mechtogan. Max thought that the battle beetwen Alpha turned Leviathan Hydranoid and Infinity Helios was tense, but fighting a near endless ending hoard of Mechtogan absolutely blew that out of the water. Partnered with Dawn getting corrupted by some kind of dark energy, and the recent incursion at the hands of the Neathian zealot that rigged a battlefield and challenged Mike to a battle. So to say Max, who hasn't known true combat until now, was distraught was an understatement. To take out his anger he went to Interspace to let of some steam.
He was currently locked in a brawl with a man around his age. A brawler called Ren Suzuki. He had brown hair, red eyes and dark skin. He wore casual clothes which were mostly red. His partner was a digital Pyrus Iron Dragonoid.
The two bakugan had just landed on the field for a second time, this time on Max's gate card. Ren's life gauge was at 20 percent while Max's was untouched at 100 percent. The battle slightly reminded Hydranoid of the time he and Masquerade faced off against Dan Kuso and his Ultimate Dragonoid all those years ago.
Leviathan Hydranoid: 1200 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 900 Gs
“Ability Activate!” The Pyrus brawler called out. “Iron Dragonoid!”
Iron Dragonoid roared ferociously as a fire ball charged up in his jaws. A few seconds later he unleashed the attack, which hit Hydranoid head on.
Leviathan Hydranoid: 1200 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 900+400= 1300 Gs
Hydranoid didn't even try to dodge. When the smoke cleared Hydranoid stood still, like the attack didn't land at all.
“Is that it?” Hydranoid deadpanned. “I expected more. Max?”
Max nodded. “We'll crush them Hydranoid! Ability Activate! Eraser Trident!” Hydranoid's six heads roared as they instantly charged up six balls of Darkus energy. Moments later Hydranoid unleashed them. Mid air each ball split into six, as the total of 36 energy balls which flew towards Iron Dragonoid.
Leviathan Hydranoid: 1200 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 1300-600= 700 Gs
Max chuckled. “All too easy.” He said with uncharacteristic glee at stomping down on his opponent. “I guess you and your little Dragonoid aren't up to snuff-”
“Max!” Hydranoid called out.
“What Hydranoid?!” Max shouted back at his partner. “What's so important that you had to interrupt me- oh.”
When Max actually turned his attention to the battle he could see his opponent had activated two abilities which were currently glowing on his BakuMeter. “Double Ability Activate! Pyrus Reflector plus Blazing Dragon!”
Before Max could load in a counter, the Pyrus Reflector ability threw Hydranoid's own attack back at him. On top of that, the attack was boosted by the power of Blazing Dragon. Hydranoid got hit head by the attack and was sent flying to the edge of the arena.
Leviathan Hydranoid: 1200-600-300= 300 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 900+600+300= 1600 Gs
“What's the matter with you Hydranoid?! Get up!” Max yelled at his partner.
“What's the matter with me?! You could have nullified that easily with Double Dimension if you actually paid attention instead of wasting breath with gloating.” Hydranoid snapped back at his partner.
For a split second actual anger toward his partner flashed through Max’s eyes. Reaper’s ball form was glowing purple in Max's pocket, but no one could see that.
Thankfully Max managed to calm his anger. “You're absolutely right Hydranoid. I am sorry, I am just a little… tense after everything.”
“Hey, no need to get so upset you know. It's just a game after all.” Ren said casually to try and lighten Max’s mood, but it only seemed to reignite it instead.
“Just a game? Yeah right. Though I guess you would think that. But guess what? We don't plan on losing to you and your clone. So get ready, because we're about to crush you. Right Hydranoid?”
Hydranoid got up and flexed his eight wings. He was worried about Max’s aggressiveness but he didn't disagree with the sentiment.
“Uhh huh.” Ren said. “Listen if you're done venting, can we continue with the battle? No hard feelings right?”
That only fueled Max's reignited rage. “Oh sure. No hard feelings. Fusion Ability Activate! Dread Decimator!”
Hydranoid's fourteen heads all charged up with Darkus energy. Soon after he unleashed 14 beams of energy which bombarded the Pyrus bakugan. The dragonoid hit the edge of the arena, almost hurting Ren in the process.
Leviathan Hydranoid: 300+1800= 2100 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 1600-600= 1000 Gs
“How's that for no hard feelings?” Max shamelessly mocked his opponent.
“Hang in there Dragonoid! Ability Activate! Iron Valiant! This is Iron Dragonoid's ultimate ability! It brings his power level to the highest point it's been in the battle and it adds the opponent's current G Power to Iron Dragonoid. And it can only be nullified by another Pyrus Dragonoid.”
Leviathan Hydranoid: 2100 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 1000+600+2100= 3700 Gs
Even though Ren’s tone was nothing but friendly, if a little competitive, Max couldn't help but take it as an insult. “I don't need to nullify your pathetic little ability. In fact. Gate Card Open! Pyrus Reactor!”
The gate card opened as a storm of fire surrounded Iron Dragonoid for a few seconds before disappearing. Iron Dragonoid's G Power was now at 4200.
“You raised my G Power?” Ren asked. “But I am double over your power level now.”
“It doesn't matter. It won't be enough. Come on. Give us your best shot.” Max challenged his opponent.
Ren raised his eyebrow. But if Max wasn't going to attack, he had to take the lead. “All right then! Iron Dragonoid, triple ability Activate! Olan Terror plus Garran Demura plus Fusion Ability, Ultimate Dragonoid!”
Iron Dragonoid was then surrounded in a giant twister of Pyrus fire and pretty much roared down the arena.
Leviathan Hydranoid: 2100-800-500-1000=0Gs Iron Dragonoid: 4200+500+700= 5400 Gs
Iron Dragonoid then unleashed the twister or pure unadulterated Pyrus fire directly towards his opponent. Ren felt bad about widening the power gap beetwen Hydranoid and Dragonoid so much, but he just did what Max told him to. Max however held no such feelings.
“Double Ability Activate. Darkus Equalizer, plus Grand Down!” Max said coldly with a cruel grin on his face. He already had a plan formed. Once the dark hydra was hit by the attack, he didn't even budge. Like the first attack of this round, it had no effect on Hydranoid.
Leviathan Hydranoid: 0+5400= 5400 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 5400-500= 4900 Gs
“Sorry. I used Darkus Equalizer to bring Hydranoid's power level up to your own, and then used Grand Down to shut down my gate card which was giving you 500 Gs.” Max said mockingly.
Ren just whistled in response. “Not bad, not bad! You're pretty good Max. Honestly this is the most fun I’ve had in a brawl yet!” Ren exclaimed excitedly.
Max’s eye actually twitched at that. Reaper’s ball form glew even brighter, but no one could see it still.
“Sorry to ruin your fun, but Hydranoid and I will be winning this match now. You might as well give up.”
Ren chuckled at the remark. “Sorry. Never heard of a “give up”. Not in my vocabulary. Let's go Dragonoid! Ability Activate! Ultimate Boost Striker!”
Leviathan Hydranoid: 5400 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 4900+800= 5700 Gs
Iron Dragonoid flew up into the air and roared. All around him flaming meteors appeared, ready to descend upon Hydranoid at any second.
“Tsk tsk tsk. They never learn.” Max said as he lifted his arm up to show off the ability he was activating. “Merge Shield~” he sing songed mockingly.
Hydranoid was surrounded by a twister of Darkus power, some of which was drained from his opponent. When the meteors were launched at Hydranoid, they were all torn apart to pebbles the instant they collided with the aura of Darkus power that surrounded Hydranoid.
“What the- what is that ability?” Ren asked as he looked at his BakuMeter only to be met with a horrifying sight.
Leviathan Hydranoid: 5400+400+600+300+600+2100+500+500+700+800= 11 900 Gs
Iron Dragonoid: 5700 Gs
“No way…” Ren awed at the power level. “How did you… wait I get it. You tok all of my power increases from the fight and gave it to your Hydranoid! Makes sense why you would set down a Pyrus Reactor card, you knew that power boost would go to Hydranoid eventually. But wait! I can still nullify it-”
“Too late! Triple Ability Activate! Fusion Ability Hydra Cannon plus Spice Balista plus Fusion Ability Final Demolition!”
Leviathan Hydranoid: 11900+600+500+1000= 14 000 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 5700-500= 5200 Gs
Max grinned as he saw the power gap widen even further. Really all he needed was Hydra Cannon to prevent Merge Shield or his offense from being nullified. But he decided to go the extra mile, just to see his opponent squirm a little. “Now Hydranoid!” He said before raising his hand and then snapping his fingers. “Dispose of him!”
Hydranoid roared and unleashed the hurricane of Darkus power towards his opponent.
“Dragonoid get out of there!” Ren called fruitlessly. Iron Dragonoid did try to fly out of the way, but was forcefully pulled in by the force of the tornado. He screeched and squirmed helplessly for several seconds, enduring the pain of being hurt by the Darkus power and almost torn apart by the tornado. It looked like Iron Dragonoid was three seconds away from being literally torn apart by Hydranoid's attack.
Fortunately for him luck was on his side in that moment. He reverted back to ball form and shot off next to Ren's feet.
Max just laughed as Ren's life gauge instantly depleted to zero. A moment later he victoriusly caught Hydranoid in his hand.
“Good game. No hard feelings right?” Max said mockingly before turning around and walking away from the arena. “Next time try to provide an actual challenge, okay?” is the last thing Max said before leaving the arena.
Hydranoid in stark contrast to his partner's glee, was worried. Max had been acting a little off ever since the battle with the Mechtogan army, but now he was acting completely out of character. Taking joy in brutalizing bakugan and demoralizing his opponent, even if their bakugan was a digital clone was complete opposite of who Max is.
While this battle had started with Iron Dragonoid reminding Hydranoid of his final battle with Drago, it ended with Max reminding Hydranoid more and more of his original partner…
Battle Log: Max Howlet vs Ren Suzuki
R1: Darkus Leviathan Hydranoid vs Pyrus Iron Dragonoid. Winner: Darkus Leviathan Hydranoid. Winner: Max Howlet.
R2: Darkus Leviathan Hydranoid vs Pyrus Iron Dragonoid.
Turn 1:
Leviathan Hydranoid: 1200 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 900+400-600= 700 Gs
Abilities used: Iron Dragonoid and Erasure Trident.
Turn 2: Leviathan Hydranoid: 1200-600-300= 300+1800= 2100 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 900+600+300= 1600-600= 1000 Gs
Abilities used: Pyrus Reflector, Blazing Dragon and Fusion Ability Dread Decimator.
Turn 3: Leviathan Hydranoid: 2100 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 1000+600+2100= 3700+500= 4200 Gs
Abilities used: Iron Valiant.
Gate card opened: Pyrus Reactor
Turn 4: Leviathan Hydranoid: 2100-800-500-1000= 0+5400= 5400 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 4200+500+700= 5400-500= 4900 Gs
Abilities used: Olan Terror, Garran Demura, Fusion Ability Ultimate Dragonoid, Darkus Equalizer and Grand Down
Turn 5:
Leviathan Hydranoid: 5400+6500= 11900 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 4900+800= 5700 Gs
Abilities used: Ultimate Boost Striker and Merge Shield.
Turn 6:
Leviathan Hydranoid: 11900+600+500+1000= 14 000 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 5700-500= 5200 Gs
Abilities used: Fusion Ability Hydra Cannon, Spice Balista and Fusion Ability Final Demolition.
Winner: Max Howlet
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He was currently locked in a brawl with a man around his age. A brawler called Ren Suzuki. He had brown hair, red eyes and dark skin. He wore casual clothes which were mostly red. His partner was a digital Pyrus Iron Dragonoid.
The two bakugan had just landed on the field for a second time, this time on Max's gate card. Ren's life gauge was at 20 percent while Max's was untouched at 100 percent. The battle slightly reminded Hydranoid of the time he and Masquerade faced off against Dan Kuso and his Ultimate Dragonoid all those years ago.
Leviathan Hydranoid: 1200 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 900 Gs
“Ability Activate!” The Pyrus brawler called out. “Iron Dragonoid!”
Iron Dragonoid roared ferociously as a fire ball charged up in his jaws. A few seconds later he unleashed the attack, which hit Hydranoid head on.
Leviathan Hydranoid: 1200 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 900+400= 1300 Gs
Hydranoid didn't even try to dodge. When the smoke cleared Hydranoid stood still, like the attack didn't land at all.
“Is that it?” Hydranoid deadpanned. “I expected more. Max?”
Max nodded. “We'll crush them Hydranoid! Ability Activate! Eraser Trident!” Hydranoid's six heads roared as they instantly charged up six balls of Darkus energy. Moments later Hydranoid unleashed them. Mid air each ball split into six, as the total of 36 energy balls which flew towards Iron Dragonoid.
Leviathan Hydranoid: 1200 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 1300-600= 700 Gs
Max chuckled. “All too easy.” He said with uncharacteristic glee at stomping down on his opponent. “I guess you and your little Dragonoid aren't up to snuff-”
“Max!” Hydranoid called out.
“What Hydranoid?!” Max shouted back at his partner. “What's so important that you had to interrupt me- oh.”
When Max actually turned his attention to the battle he could see his opponent had activated two abilities which were currently glowing on his BakuMeter. “Double Ability Activate! Pyrus Reflector plus Blazing Dragon!”
Before Max could load in a counter, the Pyrus Reflector ability threw Hydranoid's own attack back at him. On top of that, the attack was boosted by the power of Blazing Dragon. Hydranoid got hit head by the attack and was sent flying to the edge of the arena.
Leviathan Hydranoid: 1200-600-300= 300 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 900+600+300= 1600 Gs
“What's the matter with you Hydranoid?! Get up!” Max yelled at his partner.
“What's the matter with me?! You could have nullified that easily with Double Dimension if you actually paid attention instead of wasting breath with gloating.” Hydranoid snapped back at his partner.
For a split second actual anger toward his partner flashed through Max’s eyes. Reaper’s ball form was glowing purple in Max's pocket, but no one could see that.
Thankfully Max managed to calm his anger. “You're absolutely right Hydranoid. I am sorry, I am just a little… tense after everything.”
“Hey, no need to get so upset you know. It's just a game after all.” Ren said casually to try and lighten Max’s mood, but it only seemed to reignite it instead.
“Just a game? Yeah right. Though I guess you would think that. But guess what? We don't plan on losing to you and your clone. So get ready, because we're about to crush you. Right Hydranoid?”
Hydranoid got up and flexed his eight wings. He was worried about Max’s aggressiveness but he didn't disagree with the sentiment.
“Uhh huh.” Ren said. “Listen if you're done venting, can we continue with the battle? No hard feelings right?”
That only fueled Max's reignited rage. “Oh sure. No hard feelings. Fusion Ability Activate! Dread Decimator!”
Hydranoid's fourteen heads all charged up with Darkus energy. Soon after he unleashed 14 beams of energy which bombarded the Pyrus bakugan. The dragonoid hit the edge of the arena, almost hurting Ren in the process.
Leviathan Hydranoid: 300+1800= 2100 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 1600-600= 1000 Gs
“How's that for no hard feelings?” Max shamelessly mocked his opponent.
“Hang in there Dragonoid! Ability Activate! Iron Valiant! This is Iron Dragonoid's ultimate ability! It brings his power level to the highest point it's been in the battle and it adds the opponent's current G Power to Iron Dragonoid. And it can only be nullified by another Pyrus Dragonoid.”
Leviathan Hydranoid: 2100 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 1000+600+2100= 3700 Gs
Even though Ren’s tone was nothing but friendly, if a little competitive, Max couldn't help but take it as an insult. “I don't need to nullify your pathetic little ability. In fact. Gate Card Open! Pyrus Reactor!”
The gate card opened as a storm of fire surrounded Iron Dragonoid for a few seconds before disappearing. Iron Dragonoid's G Power was now at 4200.
“You raised my G Power?” Ren asked. “But I am double over your power level now.”
“It doesn't matter. It won't be enough. Come on. Give us your best shot.” Max challenged his opponent.
Ren raised his eyebrow. But if Max wasn't going to attack, he had to take the lead. “All right then! Iron Dragonoid, triple ability Activate! Olan Terror plus Garran Demura plus Fusion Ability, Ultimate Dragonoid!”
Iron Dragonoid was then surrounded in a giant twister of Pyrus fire and pretty much roared down the arena.
Leviathan Hydranoid: 2100-800-500-1000=0Gs Iron Dragonoid: 4200+500+700= 5400 Gs
Iron Dragonoid then unleashed the twister or pure unadulterated Pyrus fire directly towards his opponent. Ren felt bad about widening the power gap beetwen Hydranoid and Dragonoid so much, but he just did what Max told him to. Max however held no such feelings.
“Double Ability Activate. Darkus Equalizer, plus Grand Down!” Max said coldly with a cruel grin on his face. He already had a plan formed. Once the dark hydra was hit by the attack, he didn't even budge. Like the first attack of this round, it had no effect on Hydranoid.
Leviathan Hydranoid: 0+5400= 5400 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 5400-500= 4900 Gs
“Sorry. I used Darkus Equalizer to bring Hydranoid's power level up to your own, and then used Grand Down to shut down my gate card which was giving you 500 Gs.” Max said mockingly.
Ren just whistled in response. “Not bad, not bad! You're pretty good Max. Honestly this is the most fun I’ve had in a brawl yet!” Ren exclaimed excitedly.
Max’s eye actually twitched at that. Reaper’s ball form glew even brighter, but no one could see it still.
“Sorry to ruin your fun, but Hydranoid and I will be winning this match now. You might as well give up.”
Ren chuckled at the remark. “Sorry. Never heard of a “give up”. Not in my vocabulary. Let's go Dragonoid! Ability Activate! Ultimate Boost Striker!”
Leviathan Hydranoid: 5400 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 4900+800= 5700 Gs
Iron Dragonoid flew up into the air and roared. All around him flaming meteors appeared, ready to descend upon Hydranoid at any second.
“Tsk tsk tsk. They never learn.” Max said as he lifted his arm up to show off the ability he was activating. “Merge Shield~” he sing songed mockingly.
Hydranoid was surrounded by a twister of Darkus power, some of which was drained from his opponent. When the meteors were launched at Hydranoid, they were all torn apart to pebbles the instant they collided with the aura of Darkus power that surrounded Hydranoid.
“What the- what is that ability?” Ren asked as he looked at his BakuMeter only to be met with a horrifying sight.
Leviathan Hydranoid: 5400+400+600+300+600+2100+500+500+700+800= 11 900 Gs
Iron Dragonoid: 5700 Gs
“No way…” Ren awed at the power level. “How did you… wait I get it. You tok all of my power increases from the fight and gave it to your Hydranoid! Makes sense why you would set down a Pyrus Reactor card, you knew that power boost would go to Hydranoid eventually. But wait! I can still nullify it-”
“Too late! Triple Ability Activate! Fusion Ability Hydra Cannon plus Spice Balista plus Fusion Ability Final Demolition!”
Leviathan Hydranoid: 11900+600+500+1000= 14 000 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 5700-500= 5200 Gs
Max grinned as he saw the power gap widen even further. Really all he needed was Hydra Cannon to prevent Merge Shield or his offense from being nullified. But he decided to go the extra mile, just to see his opponent squirm a little. “Now Hydranoid!” He said before raising his hand and then snapping his fingers. “Dispose of him!”
Hydranoid roared and unleashed the hurricane of Darkus power towards his opponent.
“Dragonoid get out of there!” Ren called fruitlessly. Iron Dragonoid did try to fly out of the way, but was forcefully pulled in by the force of the tornado. He screeched and squirmed helplessly for several seconds, enduring the pain of being hurt by the Darkus power and almost torn apart by the tornado. It looked like Iron Dragonoid was three seconds away from being literally torn apart by Hydranoid's attack.
Fortunately for him luck was on his side in that moment. He reverted back to ball form and shot off next to Ren's feet.
Max just laughed as Ren's life gauge instantly depleted to zero. A moment later he victoriusly caught Hydranoid in his hand.
“Good game. No hard feelings right?” Max said mockingly before turning around and walking away from the arena. “Next time try to provide an actual challenge, okay?” is the last thing Max said before leaving the arena.
Hydranoid in stark contrast to his partner's glee, was worried. Max had been acting a little off ever since the battle with the Mechtogan army, but now he was acting completely out of character. Taking joy in brutalizing bakugan and demoralizing his opponent, even if their bakugan was a digital clone was complete opposite of who Max is.
While this battle had started with Iron Dragonoid reminding Hydranoid of his final battle with Drago, it ended with Max reminding Hydranoid more and more of his original partner…
Battle Log: Max Howlet vs Ren Suzuki
R1: Darkus Leviathan Hydranoid vs Pyrus Iron Dragonoid. Winner: Darkus Leviathan Hydranoid. Winner: Max Howlet.
R2: Darkus Leviathan Hydranoid vs Pyrus Iron Dragonoid.
Turn 1:
Leviathan Hydranoid: 1200 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 900+400-600= 700 Gs
Abilities used: Iron Dragonoid and Erasure Trident.
Turn 2: Leviathan Hydranoid: 1200-600-300= 300+1800= 2100 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 900+600+300= 1600-600= 1000 Gs
Abilities used: Pyrus Reflector, Blazing Dragon and Fusion Ability Dread Decimator.
Turn 3: Leviathan Hydranoid: 2100 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 1000+600+2100= 3700+500= 4200 Gs
Abilities used: Iron Valiant.
Gate card opened: Pyrus Reactor
Turn 4: Leviathan Hydranoid: 2100-800-500-1000= 0+5400= 5400 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 4200+500+700= 5400-500= 4900 Gs
Abilities used: Olan Terror, Garran Demura, Fusion Ability Ultimate Dragonoid, Darkus Equalizer and Grand Down
Turn 5:
Leviathan Hydranoid: 5400+6500= 11900 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 4900+800= 5700 Gs
Abilities used: Ultimate Boost Striker and Merge Shield.
Turn 6:
Leviathan Hydranoid: 11900+600+500+1000= 14 000 Gs Iron Dragonoid: 5700-500= 5200 Gs
Abilities used: Fusion Ability Hydra Cannon, Spice Balista and Fusion Ability Final Demolition.
Winner: Max Howlet
2024.06.09 22:19 ShoweredTheDuck 37 [M4F] #Canada EST / Online - Do you have a 'thing' for white guys?
Yes! I know this is totally a problematic question to ask - but here we are on reddit and i'm asking it anyways! And besides - I know these types of girls exist, and, even more so - you opened this post!
So even if it's not something you'll admit openly, I still think it's positive to get to talk about it out in the open in a place like this!
And it's one thing to type it out but maybe it turns out i'm just your type!
As for myself i'm your fairly typical Canadian living right smack in the middle of a metropolitan city. My biggest hobbies are making music with my friends and heading out to local shows and concerts, soaking up the culture and meeting people. I'm also really into museums and galleries and vibing on that city experience.
but let's be real I haven't been doing a lot of that these days! These days i've been spending a lot more time in the kitchen exploring new recipes and love learning new ones! this yes I took a crack at Bahn Mi, Mapo Tofu and Jollof rice - and i've been ordering a lot of jerk chicken :D
TL:DR
I like meeting people with different lived experiences and think it's positive to connect over difference - whether you're one block over or half way around the world!
I am a 6 foot tall lanky urban white dude. Broad shoulders, blue eyes.
Looking for a woman for Online chats and flirts with possible lowkey hangouts, coffee and beer dates and occasional gallery visits.
My likes: Performing, music, weird movies, Blanket forts, exotic food, looking at bugs and birds and other pretty animals.
My skills: Cooking, canoodling, bikes with no hand, excellent smoocher. Cartoon voices. Silly jokes
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So even if it's not something you'll admit openly, I still think it's positive to get to talk about it out in the open in a place like this!
And it's one thing to type it out but maybe it turns out i'm just your type!
As for myself i'm your fairly typical Canadian living right smack in the middle of a metropolitan city. My biggest hobbies are making music with my friends and heading out to local shows and concerts, soaking up the culture and meeting people. I'm also really into museums and galleries and vibing on that city experience.
but let's be real I haven't been doing a lot of that these days! These days i've been spending a lot more time in the kitchen exploring new recipes and love learning new ones! this yes I took a crack at Bahn Mi, Mapo Tofu and Jollof rice - and i've been ordering a lot of jerk chicken :D
TL:DR
I like meeting people with different lived experiences and think it's positive to connect over difference - whether you're one block over or half way around the world!
I am a 6 foot tall lanky urban white dude. Broad shoulders, blue eyes.
Looking for a woman for Online chats and flirts with possible lowkey hangouts, coffee and beer dates and occasional gallery visits.
My likes: Performing, music, weird movies, Blanket forts, exotic food, looking at bugs and birds and other pretty animals.
My skills: Cooking, canoodling, bikes with no hand, excellent smoocher. Cartoon voices. Silly jokes