Edwin m. knowles china value

Show is about a mean CEO young boss that goes undercover as a nerdy intern. Helps the company. Falls in love with the female lead. I’m unsure if this narrow it down but the same actor played in another show when he is the son of a CEO and he’s the son that works at the mall his father own to learn the value of working hard. Please assist. Thank You.

I’ve been wrong a few times now, but I’m determined to find you. I just know you’re out there. Maybe you’re looking for me too. I’m not into hookups. I’d like a bit more. I’m looking for a long term relationship with someone nearby. That is Cincinnati preferably, but Dayton and Columbus could work. Northern Kentucky would be fine as well.
You are 35-49, but everyone is different so don’t stop reading here. Otherwise, little else matters at this point.
I have an uncommonly wide variety of interests ranging from the arts to social issues to science to pop culture, to name a few. I’m learning piano, though not as quickly as I’d like. I play video games. I write. I watch RuPaul’s Drag Race and old British comedy shows. I cook. I travel. I wish I had someone with an equally twisted sense of humor to brighten all of this up.
I value those who live authentically. I love making people laugh. I want to hear your thoughts and understand your perspective. Life is tough, and while we’re doing fine going it alone, everything is more fun with a partner. Wouldn’t you agree?

Alrighty, I leave for basic in 20 days and I’m curious for the rules on rings and watches. I’ve had this ring on my index finger for 3 years now and I have no problem taking it off but I’m just curious, what would be the harm in keeping it on? Like do I have to fill out a form of “sentimental value” or say it’s religious, etc. And would I be able to have a watch, not a smart one but just a regular wrist watch? I’ve read the packing list on the website and it specifically says no to both of these but I’ve heard jewelry can be exempt for a personal value type of reason. I’ve also read they can be worn if they’re in good taste, not flashy or nothing. For me it’s just a simple stainless steel band ring. Anyone know anything about the rules? Or know what I gotta do to keep it on?

I’m being asked to create a variable shared_values that uses an expression to find common/shared values for two dictionaries, dict1 and dict2
The first part of the assignment was easy: I found common keys using =set(dict1).intersection(dict2)
But not sure how to find the values part. Very new to python, and any input would be helpful!

I’m new to watching Barstool and their content creators. What does Mintzy add in value? It seems he’s terrible at his job and his content he puts out is putrid. It seems his coworkers don’t like him or respect him. The way Brandon Walker talks about him is crazy. It seems everyone, mostly Big Cat, uses him for their own punching bag or comedic effect and to show off how stupid he is. I don’t see how he adds anything of value besides being everyone’s punching bag. How does he not get tired and stand up for himself? Is he honestly too dumb to realize what’s going on? The only thing I can figure is his stuff that goes viral when he’s not trying to is what keeps him around.

Can a man that truly loves you and wants to be with be nonchalant with his actions towards you?
For context, I met this man on Reddit (I’ve since blocked him here) and fell head over heels in love. It’s been over two months of us talking and “dating” now.
We met once after I gave him an ultimatum due to his stalling to make concrete plans. During this visit he told me that he’s super nonchalant, doesn’t speak much and just very laid back. We had sex, bonded and it felt good. I kept thinking how much I like him. I felt positive after our meeting thinking things could only get better between us.
He however, still makes no plans of us meeting, doesn’t want to talk about about a future with me, he doesn’t want to share anything person about his life and I feel like I’m forcing him to match my energy.
He insists that he does love me and want to be with me but does not see the value of putting in the physical work of making it work me.
I feel incredibly shortchanged in the relationship as my emotional needs are not met. I’d love to wake up to sweet good morning messages or be told that I’m appreciated and valued in the relationship. He doesn’t even say he misses me.
This is incredibly hard cause I still give 100 percent of myself to him. I tell him that I love him and how much he means to me. He changes the topic when I do this.
Should I stay knowing that he won’t change?

I’m selling my ticket for Bad Religion and Social Distortion at White River Park this Friday night since the Pacers forced game 6. Bought the concert ticket two months ago before the second round of the playoffs were a hope in mind.
Just looking for face value ($78.25). DM if interested.

Not shared, nor my shade; but something to be weaved; just as the measure of disappointment became it's own solution. But I talked my way through things forbidden, just to find myself blind in bed with those who are dead. Clumsy, but altogether natural of course, because it's consciousness what you refer in the description, yet that's what we don't get a lot about. See your deeds the way you are seen, and then return to a restless place: and the question in-between sheets will be why. Well, I just can't motivate myself to work without hot bitches staring. And that's the truth. Sad but True
— Hearfelt comment for an instagram witch.
Del desprecio a ese descarte, no he visto muchas cosas. Así se pasa una más para las cuentas, y aquí otro más para los versos, por qué aquí no hemos sido vistos. Cuánto más querría uno, que sino lo cuentas ni mucho menos piensas: << lo de este pibe que cosa más horrible>>, haciendo eso lamentable, por qué en decirlo nadie ha mentido. ¡Es horrible! Que cara es entonces la cuenta de lo que le sale a uno vivir sin más complejos; mejor seria cobrarmelo, para así saber que de algo ha valido. Bloqueame.
— Heartfelt comment for a random supermodel-to-be.
The Spirit of Fire
Flames begone, flames in spite: their warmth I felt - so I closed my fist until I could feel the warmth of my blood in my hand. And in dreams Fire came up to me and said: who am I? And I said unto him: you are bound to my bidding, thus your name misery will be. But fire wretched as he was, got closer and asked: and who are you?
And I said unto him that the blood of David ran through my veins, as I was his heir; for the mother of God claim me from death as a son. So Fire tried me, and figured it out.
You are son of woman —said Fire unto me— but as Fire acknowledged the name, I extended my left hand, and took Fire by the neck throwing him into the gound. — You are going to lace yourself to the right hand of the beast, and you'll keep him steady, so I can cleanly take him down. And Fire stayed down, and with his forehead kissing the ground asked unto me —why would the heir of David do so to earthly man?
And I said unto Fire that the beast from the abyss had left no mother for God, so I was to leave none of his body left for his head; as I was going to make it bleed until the end of the end of times.
The Spirit of Earth
Shapeless and without body, but keen within her many numbers, Earth came up to me in dreams, and said: who am I? And posessed in spirit as I was, I said unto her, that God had made her maiden again, and that she shall become the coins that Judas never received, which were to become the due payment of man and women for the body of Christ. Then I extended my right hand, and grabbed Earth by her hair —which descended deep into the abysses of hell— and cut it short so the demons of Lilith would no longer had her gripped by her back.
You are now a woman, and I'm going to rise you from the grounds. You'll lace yourself to the left hand of the beast, and keep it steady so with one shot I can cleanly take him down.
The Spirit of Air
A dream shaped by written words, whispered down for years by the currents of this Montain, and it's requiem witnessed but by a few — the end of dreams. But from where I standed at the peak, I called upon the distant currents that went down, and asked them: who am I?
And Air came unto me as bird, which had thousands of letters for feathers, and in the tongue of dead men answered.
"Somebody who only a few will remember by strange deeds; as the burden on your back, is a past tainted by impossible dreams. You were a lunatic giving new names to folk, and folk never bothered to remember —so your name must be freak, as you died in a forgotten shack some short time ago."
And as Air said these things upon me, I called Misery —as I had dubbed Fire — and told him to get inside my shot. The burden as Air had said, became lesser as i took the shot from my quiver. And I said upon Misery; that he was to set ablaze this arrow, as I was taking down the bird of Britain, and that I would do so, so God would give the deeds of Earth some better names.
The Lord is making a bridge between the empire of strength, and the last empire of men. Now by God's grace, I'm making the tongue of free men, the tongue of Spain. You will be eventually bound to my bidding, and if not me, it will be to the one I'm preceding; for I'm giving you twenty years to attone your wrongdoing. Alas, now because of your wretchedness, my shot on earthly men won't be clean, for his left leg won't stay steady.
Your old name was apathy, now I'm calling you Cisma, which in the tongue of dead men means schism. So now by the will of God lay unto the ground and say the words you've been teached. And as the arrow blazed forward, it's bending motion pierced the veil hiding the secret ladder of men. The bird of Britain catched on Fire, and it's hollering resounded throught the ladders of the mountain until the depths of the abyss. A column of air turned into fire, then violenty erupted from the vowels of the bird, and the wild fire spread as a storm from west to east all throughout the five kingdoms of men away from its own fiery wings, with a gift of misery and a few words to say.
"The name of your woman or the name of your man, will no longer explain their purpose to a man, a woman, or God. Charred words written by thunder will now be the new ladder of men — but until then, darkness upon thee."
But the feathers of old words, layed on the ground, for common folk now knew by the light of the storm their meanings — and horrified, they waged war on each other, killing each other, and seeking revenge on each other. Thus the bird of Britain dragged further into the ground, screaming and flapping
The House of Water
I head into the coasts, and the beautiful beaches in-between, to find the stranger who burns images in the skin of men. He is the stranger, and has adopted the body of a monster, and he is one who cannot be understood, so he went on to only go out home in stunts, for the burdens in his heart have become too great to bear. Through terrible pains he has given all he once was for an identity, and as I pick up on his past, i found familiarity in the feelings of his heart. Oh dear friend how we found looking in sadness to ourselves, after doing same but with different means, carrying into our shoulders the loneliness of this world. As you have in-skin the garments of the strange doctrine that I preach — I shall congrate you, for you truly have fought the world entire, for my doctrine is the words of those who shall defeat the world entire.
I may not have your strangeness in-body, but I have it in these words, and in the true feelings of my heart. And I say in admiration that there's no higher form of art, philosophy or religion: than those who perform the highest thing they can give a name about.
Now even within solitude, and at odds with what old dead men call God, I see you and I found strength in you, as I can see you are within me, and in that, you are within everything as it should be - as is meant in everyone who does something that touches the heart of another man. I call this the kingdom of God. Yet blind men and women will wonder how can the kingdom of God possibly be within two outcasts such as you and me.
Upong giving my regards and waiting for response, I found my way into a bench. It was a warm afternoon, and the wind carried the water of the sea. The bird of Britain came about down from the wind of north, and layed on the bench were I was sitting.
The bird asked: why hast thou become this?
And I said back to bird, scorched he was and nearing death, that it was me someone who was supposed to give names, yet for years I couldn't figure out one for myself. Then on went to being given a name, Alas all the wrong ones. Did Adan gave himself a name? - I asked the bird back. And there was no response from bird. Then I continued.
A man has the essence of his soul retained by what he is seen doing. Yet I did things nobody saw, so my soul wasn't with God but with something just as ancient, and nonetheless unknown by men in its true nature — then Satan as the better known devil, came about and pushed me into a hole. It was my own doing. Yet the things I did, I thought were seen. But nonetheless what I did was without contemplation on a posible return. Just as somebody who prints an image on their own skin. It's permanent. This is the essence of a memory in the soul of the man who's seen by others. But in the familiarity of a man who picked every irreversible decision like the Alien, I find myself feeling sympathy, for the man is still not what he has been seen doing, he shall redeem himself by what he decides to turn himself into.
Is this a way of saying that you want to get yourself a tattoo? Get a new look? - the bird mockingly asked.
And I gave the scorched bird no answer.
Then the bird said unto me: what about your career as a prophet, uh? And the things you said about returning with substance? Do you actually think this is substance?
And i considered what the Bird said, then I negated with a movement of my own head. It is not i answered, but i find the memories of me not making sense unbearable. For those mean the memories of a fool, un pendejo, an insane person, or both. And I will always try to amend what I don't do well. But now I wish for only one thing, and it is to be remembered as someone who makes sense, and who out of that sense, made good upon the world. I don't expect anything in return for what I do now, as it is merely an outlet to keep me sane while I finish editing my work. It's clear I'm too incompetent to be a competent influencer. As for once, I don't care about influencing anyone into what I think; but to perform what I think it's important.
Then every proverbial student is free to take classes so as they see fit, and to interpret such classes as their comprehension gives them grasp of what it's said. In such regard, this is what I offer now, while I make the journey to Madrid. And the bird tilted it's head so as to observe me with his left eye, then after a long impasse, it made a loud and painful caw, and finally flew away. Soon after the bird flew, I looked upon the stars in the nascent night, and confessed to them, that it was the memories of who we were, what often stumps us into wrong beliefs of who we should be, maybe even wasting an entire lifetime retained by that which other people remembered us as being. But we are not the owners of our own names, the place we go, and our destiny. That's the biggest lie the western world of hollywood heros tell you, as in truth is collective agreement what determines what we look like doing and thus the meaning we should comfort to, recalling that names are practical mechanisms to remember the purpose of things, their meaning, and how their motion is described in the world.
But making the task of beating that collective belief, akin to the Nietzschean ideal of the camel turning into the lion, so as to transform it's spirit and become something else. But if it's the golden dragon of all the huamn values which judges you insane, will you be prepared to wrestle with the entire culture so as to have your way?
As I layed my eyes upon each star counting up to the number seventeen, I confessed of being scared of those beliefs, as revisiting the past, became a painful deed — and as I prepared to leave, I uttered one wish on the seventeenth point in the sky.
Lord please grant me strength, the way you have given my friend strenght.
2.
The night deepen, while the sea tide sang its own song of breathing. Some time passed, and then on the stranger showed himself approaching at the distance. I waved my hand at him, and after the instant, he found his way into my bench while I welcomed him with an extended fist which he casually bumped - after the short acknowledgement the dark alien looked at my face in between it's cover of dark, and looking at it undiscernable in its true features, with suspicion asked.
— What is it that you want?
I acknowledged him as a friend, then mentioned my brief research, as I had come to know him as man looking for a job, yet nobody would hire for things mundane due to his appearance. I listened closely to the news, and came to understand that this was a man looking for a second chance.Then I saw the intent behind his doing, and two words came to stick to my own thoughts. The first one was <> and the second one was <>. I was admired.
In analytical psychology I figured this man was the ESFP —the personality archetype related to the performer and the entertainer—, possessed in an abnormal way by the spirit by which a person submits to it's contrary nature, seeking to integrate and find fulfillment through the chase of what's perceived absent. If he was the ESFP then doing the flip by following the radial axis of each Jungian function in the stack towards their opposite resulted in the INTJ. The mastermind. The architect. The genius yet awfully complex individual. That was the elusive spirit he was chasing.
But a spirit and a character that at its most pronounced embodiment in a person, would experience life as an eternal foreigner hiding from the light of other men. Such made sense to me, for I myself was the INTJ, and had at spirit the ESFP. Him. So where as this man chased the spiritual fulfillment of being a complex and deep individual, I chased the fulfillment of becoming simpler, so I could demonstrate with action the deepest desires of my heart. One who was born plentiful in means to be liked, becomes complex, mysterious and uncomprehended, meeting one who will be seen trying to make sense becoming simpler. For Carl Jung portrayed the anima and animus of individuals, as the sense of what its absent, yet deeply cherished an valued. So I said these things to the alien, while he silently listened to me.
— All of that sounds like bullshit to me. -Said the alien after some contemplation .— Sorry but the things you say, don't mean anything to me.
And alas for I expected such response, as if one thing was true about this journey, was that explaining the journey in and of itself would become it's grimmest task. I affirmated what he just said with a slight nod of head.
— These things I say and how they relate to each other, in its excercise are similar to doing stecheometric balance with equations in the head, but simpler I'm afraid. - Then I paused, looked back into the sea, and continued. — That's high school chemistry, but I don't expect everybody to pick up on it, nor like it, nor understand it.
— Now i have called you a friend, and where I came from we dub with this title the people we share destiny with. As far as I'm concerned, we are chasing the same thing, which is the hardest posible thing. We both innately understand that we are not home, as we want our spirit to return to us, and that's not what a lot of people ever honestly try to attempt in a lifetime; as such is anyone's call to feel complete.
— And very few people ever reach true individuality, beyond the name they are imposed at birth.
Then I looked into the black alien, and in-between his foreign facial features, I interpreted something familiar. Disturbance. And I continued.
— We have given ourselves hell as we lived chasing something hard, so we can avoid the same hell later on when we are finally back to our own house. This is a christian precept, altought a rundimentary one. Does that makes sense to you?
And after listening such, the black alien calmly looked at the veil in my face in silence. Trying to discern what my face actually looked like, but the night was dark. Then turned his stare back to the reflection of the moon over the waters, giving some thought to what I just said. I opened up my backpack, and drawed two cans of beer from it. Offered one to him, and he silently refused with a gesture of hand. I popped my can and gave it a sip, while I myself stared at the tides coming in and out of the shore.
— If you wan't a tattoo, we can work that out. But this sounds annoyingly familiar, and my interest is not religious. Are you religious?
I nodded in affirmation, and complemented saying. — But my doctrine is something nobody has heard nor seen. For its aim, is doing as Christ said, in perfect means. Yet its true that the teaching fits you, as it's the teaching of the future man; and there's nothing in common between the current man and the future man, as they may very well be different species. This is the precept of evolution.
The alien seemed surprised.
— These two men don't know each other, for the current man doesn't know where the future man comes from, for he himself doesn't know where he is going. Yet in deep realization of your own artistic concept, I think you might want new ideas to meet with your appearance. So tell me, are you curious about what truly happens to a man after he dies? Do you want to learn how to read someone's mind? Do you want to blast with words of fire the hearts of an amazed crowd?
But the black alien broke his calm contemplation of what I was saying, and slighty disturbed, aggressively rebuked after hearing such.
— But you mentioned 'Christ', so you must be christian. How can a christian even say anything interesting in this current time? Last time I asked, their sayings were dreaded by restriction - so why would anyone condemn themselves to a life of bore? Are you a christian?
And I nodded after the question, in silence. Admittedly, for I knew what the problem was with being what I was, and my new companion was bang on identifying it. Made a pause, then raised my sight to where it met with the sky and the stars in it, and I said back to him.
— I am, but not one of a type you have ever seen, for the Christ that comes, is a Christ of art.
2.
The riptide sang, in its secret dialect of earth and sea. I looked upon the coast, turned an eye blind, and saw the ocean as the scorpio, and the land as the taurus; as it was the struggle between two lovers, never meant to consume each other. Ideal love then - yet not to confuse with this partnership as it was whimsilcally tied by the means in which i arranged my current conversation; for my lady somewhere waited for me. Then i allowed my eyes to rest still.
The alien looked upon me, undiscernable in my intentions, and again figured for himself that my interest towards him wasn’t clear. In suspicion, and after the moment he collected his thoughts asked “In your weird words you dubbed me performer, so what is it exactly that you wan’t from me. To me it seems like you are gathering people for some form of religious clown show. When you forced this meeting upon me, was this a proposal you thought i would find amusement in?”. And after the statement my own stare wandered in my conversation partner. While as he had his say, i returned to my can of beer, and finished it with a long gulp. Tempered in an unwillingness to fall to my new found friend irritation, i said within my own thoughts: “The alien looks easy going, but he is barbed in wit”.
Then i opened the can of beer that the stranger rejected; the loud pop resounded in the relative silence, interrupting for a moment the steady chorus of the sea. Gave it a long sip, and said.
– Theres no proposal in place yet. But im certain of something, and that is that both of us are messed individuals which reached the bottom doing the same thing - but the way my understandment of the human soul goes: two people can act by mere interaction as reactives to each other, creating a new chemical compound after the fact.
– This new psychology is very much like chemistry. But it is not my intention to draw you into something, but to pull myself out of this «something» by doing right on another person and maybe that person reflecting the good back on me. I just need a conversation partner, thats all. And i will do this with you, and with many people more. Presidents included.
The alien reflected on it, and after the hiatus of a long standing position of suspicion he finally gave in, and eased up with a slight smile. A strange smile of relief. But the smile, was all too familiar for me, as i realized the man was a tortured individual: a person in long standing pain. I smiled back the way he did, and continued.
– Our pain has a common name, and is a name that can be written with words unfortunately. It’s the devilish mother of all spiritual ills and its foundation, rests at the concept of a past that wasnt solved. It’s called «inadequeacy», and for people like you and me, understanding one day that such inadecuacy had to be solved by our own means, lead us into an act where our name changed as the changes in our cover up act to solve our inadequacy did.
– We never honored the past or the present in our pursuit, as we desired in passion to find solution to the present, by matching it into the idealization of some future without ever realizing that the old or present essence of ones being would be crushed into non existance by said future.
– Then we found the realization of that new name, only to understand that its demands became a tyranny on the other faces of our soul: as our soul is not something that can be undestood in unity, but something that conceives in the beginning in multiple things which try to give shape to one thing. Theres many people in a village, and our minds, are no exception.
— But happiness is only achieved by those who have their soul entire - or those who are the same person regardless of the context and scenario. And we gave to much to somebody that wasn't us, as our spirit took possession and lead us down.
– This is this the essence by which someone goes to hell, only to do one thing over again, getting an ever lasting pain for all the things that were given up chasing that which was absent. The more someone is forced into being shaped by the thing that was concevied in lust, the more the individual misses the place they used to call home, for that is no longer within ones reach. Does this makes sense to you?
The alien left me with no answer, and as he contemplated the sea, a tear travelled through his strange face.
– In this state of anguish, affliction rarely ever feels company, as the very individual condition that was pursued, became a full suit and persona to be forced upon and wear. Hell, is one lonely place man because we only learn to speak a language, that only makes sense to ourselves. But i think we can find a way out of it. This is why I'm here.
“Look, what you’ve done, it’s not something i can see the way you can see my own doing on me.” The alien replied. “Besides the way in which i canno’t see your face in this night, you seem ordinary — but what you talk and the way you say it, evokes in every word regret. What is it that you’ve done that has you regret like this?”
As the alien finished speaking, I emptied the can of beer, layed my eyes on the irregular grooves that my feet had left on the sand, and then replied back to him, after making a recap of the story i had repeatedly told myself after falling down.
“My story, is the fairy tale of a guy who makes way for the new coming of a new man; a better man for the world, while he casts disarray upon the earth: much to his dismay, at the expense of his own soul as the people who become victims of disasters, were ones who this man deemed unfair; cruel, evil, despicable in past. That was at the beginning."
"Theres a pile of corpses behind that character — even in covid time, people as close as the local priest of the small town he lived in, would break their neck after falling in the shower, as he had the slightest suspicion of their secret deeds. All clean deads for that matter. Untraceable to nothing but sheer randomness. Magic as it seeems. But were this folk truly evil people or even guilty of anything? You may ask - the man never knew it for sure, as he never had faculties such as godly omniscience to actually know it; which has taken a toll on him, as the burden of justice is an unberable one for anything but a god."
"Which leads to another point: spontaneously picturing random numbers in the head, associating them with psychological compounds by angular momentum, and actually being bang on the suspicion. Truth friend, in its stochastic presentation: it's unberable.”
“Consequential of such attempts to rationalize his own story in the eyes of people such as close family, my dude became clinically diagnosed with referenced thinking. Which are fancy words for schizophrenia. Nobody believed the story as it was uttered."
"Yet the consequences are there for everyone to see, altought not visible in their cause and effect by anybody but this guy, which lead him first into regret over ever starting his quest as a reformer; and then repent.”
“Now before he realized of this lets call it «curse», he preached for years over the internet as the disasters started to slowly creep up. He preached in a fashion parallel to Niestzches Zarathustra; Zarathustra meaning a famous philosophical device artificied by the philosopher Niestzche, who’s aim was to portray the best posible man, as something he dubbed the <<Übermensch>> ”.
“Such concept being the seemingly more elegant brand of a humanist ideal for a not so distant future: today - albeit a wrong one, for this guy was not dyonisian himself. The backbone of his framework, is analytical psycholgy becoming a chariot for a true understandment of human nature: and ultimately a facilitator for love within light: not within ignorance; not within darkness. Most philosophers today though would mock anything analytical in it's aim."
"Then on the guy preached and dwelved further into the relative hole of his own doctrine: and became imprisoned by what he didn’t got right at first attempt, making him in the process the character that Nietzsche from the comfort of his own writers seat, never attempted to actually embody within realistic means: eventually figuring out within himself the ultimate Nietzschean aristocrat: a magic pen granted by being capetian by mother: from judah by father."
"But Alas, you have no idea how common suicide is within philosophers after they finish their best work. As language, becomes the ultimate barrier for understandment, and then to ones capacity to feel love. Difference — true saliency in ones individual destiny— leads to the gravest posible pain. Ironic isn’t it?”
“Besides technical work with a new form of psychology inspired by analytical chemistry, as that drawed from his efforts during the light of day, five years ago, once he felt the urge to try to reach out to the world from a position of what he deemed was greater understandment: he primitively preached during night his new set of ideas for people to behave beyond the limitations of manipulative psychology, albeit a harsh doctrine meant to clear the way for a better product: Christ himself."
"This is not a doctrine a human being can actually perform, as such its christianity at its highest capacity to bear fruit. It’s an impossible doctrine, yet solves the oldest problem posed in the bible. All which sounds very sci-fi bullshit-y but actual problems started for the protagonist in this tale, when the preaching matched with terrible consequences. Not figurative, but within tangible reality.”
“So just as we talk, theres a small legion of hackers pretending to be doing internet social experiments while talking in an artsy matter: much in my own style, entertaining the exact same concepts - a legion of dangerous monkeys, i have no control over."
"One of the many unexpected consequences being this, yet prompted by something evil; ancient: essentially replicating what my protagonist developed and then preached over the years, while these "hacktivists" lay their attention on things and people, as they select them and enforce upon them strict surveillance, to behave properly. Then to destroy them, as they did in 2020 with many corporations and institutions.A bizarre combination of theater actors to my own liking, and then cyber-security demigods: omniscient in their claims to surveill, and they are - derivative such of another device of what I've done; which is to build a theater so people can make-believe that they are infact performing within themselves something greater - but that's matter for another story."
“Most of the corpses piling up flat out dead, have no relation to him whatsoever; they became victims as my protagonist took measures to fight back the monster he found at the foundation of the known world. This is not an elaborate analogy for one's own unseen capacity for evil, as i mean this: a monster as literally as it can be. For these things friend, im doomed as in true strenght, i have nothing but the pen i use to write down what i think albeit always at danger of it’s eventual inversion. I have no real friends left. Not one who can understand, or help bear the pain: as friendship and love are all gated by understandment."
"The full story has many more vertients, but i think i’ve done it enough justice. This is the predicament of an insane man chased by his own shadow as he builds a better man: one who delivers heavenly things, and then a shadow stringed to deliver tyranny as the very strings behind him make the better man stumble while he tries to keep a grasp of his own spirit, and then of his own soul."
"That monster behind, is wicked smart — and cannot be outwitted nor overpowered but anything but divine smite."
“I’m heading now to a new country, to try to get friends from the only institution in the world who knows and adresses the current times being, and who by extension, might believe me. And to clarify, these being the end of times; but not the end of the world. Yet now i myself have a damocles sword pending over my own head, and i need to do something about it before it falls.”
And as i said these things, i reached out to my backpack drawing a third can of beer from it — besides my own super laptop, thats what my backpack had: an infinite supply of beer. Corona, Indio, Victoria, Dos Equis, Heineken; you name it. I popped the can, and gave it a long and definite sip as i emptied it complete.
The alien didn't try to show that he understood, but stood still in silence, with his sight in the sand below and pressing lips, knowing by my demeanor; that these things as I've said them was something that I needed to do. Then he said: "I don't follow man. You say you preach and then disasters occur. Like a prophet from the bible?"
"Yes. Then I preached to get rid of the things that are actually making the world worse, and something awoke soon after, and since then; everything I do is subject to being misinterpreted due to the diffamatory action of this thing. Now everytime I do something, it can be twisted and turned against my original intent. Right now the hackers are my worst problem: I may have a degree in computers but I have no fucking idea whatsoever of hacking. I earn my living as an A.I engineer.".
The alien raised his sight to meet with mine, and after doing some contemplation on the fact, quite simply said: "You are insane". Then lowered his own sight, and raised it again to meet with the sea and continued. "If you want a tattoo, we can work that out. But either way and whatever parts of your story are true and even worse; the ones you may be lying about: you sound dangerous in a delusional kind of sense, and my life is hard enough as is."
I pressed my fists, knowing then the old same thing had happened again. For I had never forced anything upon anybody, and I was willing to respect that until the bitter end. Then I released the build up of frustration with a loud sigh, and after this amend, I replied back.
"I understand and respect it. But let me just propose you that if you ever want to figure what is beyond life as it's lived by person who has never seen what is like to be someone you write a great story about; you can pin me, and I'll show you what's beyond that door. Give it some thought."
The alien; The Black Alien Project stayed there sitting, spechless but calm, almost expecting something else to be convinced about. But pointless, for i knew that nobody can be forced into anything without bringing a transgression into play – and i wasn’t one to taint myself in sin if it could be avoided. Not anymore.
3.
I made the distance at steady pace walking along the shore, until i found a small group of pines in-between the liminal space of the beach and the land. I sat with one of the pines trunk behind my back, and drawed the Schizo Pills from my eternal supply of traveller goodies.
Quetiapine 100 mg, and Olanzapine 10 mg, i made a smaller fragment from the olanzapine pill, and swallowed both complete. As their side effects were concerned, they would soon knock me out of conscience, as this little ritual was my own way of calling the day complete – then i layed there, vigilant, waiting for my own drowsiness to claim me into sleep - but the Bird of Britan came flying from above, and stood besides me.
\Chirp, Chirp, Chirp**
I watched the bird, annoyed, as its presence had become an omen for contempt. For me and the death people of my past. I frowned upon the little shit, and said nothing. The bird made a little nod, while tilting its head in excentricity the way birds do, and replied. — Hey Andrew!, do you remember when you tried to penetrate your own computer to make a universe grow inside of it? I just wan’t to know something: did your computer moan? Did it finally learnt how to scream your name?
\Chirp Chirp**
Ignoring the bird, i closed my eyes and stayed like that for a long moment, hoping to make the bird think i was asleep. Maybe that would make him leave.
— Can’t bullshit me like that Sweetheart. So please tell me something; why don’t you command one of your supermodels; these muses, to come here and warm the bed for you. It's a cold night and you seem lonely brah
. \Chirp Chirp**
I opened my eyes, and irritated, pointed menacingly at the bird turning my left hand into an imaginary gun. I had already failed at something today, and wasn’t convinced i needed the memory of the things i failed at before. Not now.

• Hol’ up cowboy ! you wan’t to bang my bird ass when you should be banging a bitch ass. What happened with Tyrone huckleberry? Did you managed to make him as impotent as you are right now? —I held steady my hand; and tired, the tempation to pull again the trigger on the bird was growing larger. I saw red roses in my own sight, making a terrible omen for a migraine forthcoming. Said nothing.

— The glowniggers are out there brah. You may not be a hacker – and its true, but i took notice of your last words: so now the glowies are going to instead dreambooth* people into every posible kind of scenario of extorsion, while they surveil like a motherfucker. Like you dream boothed yourself for your little ahem "art project". Then we will use Suno*, then Sora* when it open sources. Are you going to protect your hoes?
Said nothing.

• Alright cowboy, i will give meaning to that revelations verse. What was it? Ah yes. Revelations 9:6. Every single person with an internet history will be as paranoid as you were in 2020. Everyone will be diffamated into acts of political terrorism! Aren’t you am-

And as i pulled the imaginary trigger from the imaginary pistol, an imaginary arrow in the sky descended with a blaze of not so imaginary flames on the Bird of Britain, engulfing the little shit in heat, and making it’s body explode into a gore of scorched viscera. As if the bird was in a microwave oven. I inmediately gasped as the explosion was too close from where i was sitting - after the conmotion, stared at the red and burned stain in the floor, and left my sight rest there, as sleep finally found its way into my restless thoughts.
"No longer care for love unless it's between good friends”. Said to myself. There was certainly a migraine coming, but maybe my dreams would help convince it otherwise. And as far as the hoes were concerned, Furious Angels would be there for them. Like the Rob Dougan song.
4.
Found my own mind after the slumber – asleep, then awake. I realized several hours passed - at least enough to wake up and witness the sun rise above the sea. But as for dreams, the light veil of their memories wasn't something to rely upon. But i did remember something, and it was some overtone in dread; an atmosphere of fear – and a kind of dread sustained in it’s inevitability by the urgency that builds upon dearth.
Now what exactly was it though? I couldn’t remember from my dreams, but ever since i falled to my own death i had always present in mind the future succesion of events that would follow when things started to go very wrong. Iran, the U.S, Israel - now whatever was it in the news; the outcome would be the same. A thousand more cuts to an already languishing economy. Make that corpse bleed, and then fall off a cliff.
As such things would be cooked, just as the bird of britain. The bird was still there though: just in pieces and roasted like the contents of a dropped KFC bucket would. But the little shit would return - as it always did. The economy? Not so much.
Yet i digress. None of the world circumstances mattered as far i was concerned – i had built a small and portable solar system to power my laptop, and my beer supply was well, infinite - i made myself sure that i had my needs covered whatever happened around me. Not tied to even a house for that matter. I incorporated myself and gave my back a stretch. The morning breeze coming from the sea evocated in my memories some time that had long passed – late childhood. I rejected those memories as they beared with them things i didnt wan’t to remember - then wen’t on as usual in my morning routine scrolling through my instagram feed, figuring if there were any new hoes to maybe motivate me into doing my God imposed labour.
Labour which was to either write, or to finish the House of Water — then after scrolling i did in fact saw a new hoe; i dropped a Faux Pas comment. Maybe she would play along, maybe not. Whatever. Sometimes I would put in a lot of effort to do a rhyme. But the effort depended on the insta-hoe in question. I know. Not the best of habits, but back in elementary school i was the kind of kid that would only get motivation when the girls in the classroom were present in physEd. And then i would run faster: whole lotta faster. Run Forrest! Run! Women love used to fuel me; and the habit sticked — and at the moment, i was kinda done with the idea of female trascendence. Would rely on their love, but not on their validation. Not like a simp. Fuck that.
Furthermore, what results did i demonstrably mustered after pursuing true egalitarianism and sharing it? Exactly. A bitch gonna do what a bitch gonna do, and so does the human female. After publishing the comment, I locked my phone and walked towards the highway, as i was planning to pay a visit to somebody long forgotten - I had kind of a schedule that i was going to follow, before taking the plane to Madrid and become hispanic Jon Snow from the walgreens Nightwatch.

Hi, I’ve been unable to decide which next Porsche I am going to buy. Currently own a 2022 Macan GTS. My biggest concern is depreciation… I have not been following the market for either cars so I’m here, hoping someone would know more than me.
Option 1 981 GT4 (2016) 40k miles
Option 2 992 Base (2020) 35k miles
The 992 is a bit more expensive $10k USD but I don’t mind paying it if it depreciates the same as a GT4 approaching its 10 year mark.
I went to the dealer and drove the 718 GTS and thought it was really SMALL. Not a big fan of it. I like bulky coupes like 992. Ideally 992 is what I want but if its going to depreciate like hell like any of my AMGs were, then I’m not going to bother. I heard only GT Porsche will hold value. I’m only going to keep the GT4 when it hits 10 year mark till 2026, not looking forward to pay a fortune to fix it. So I’d like to know your opinions on it. Please help me out. I’m lost even after watching countless videos.
Note: I only drive about 3000-5000 miles max a year. I have been hit with depreciation in the past 10 years trading in my car at dealer for new (used) ones, hoping to get something else that dealer wants and won’t lowball me.

Hi! I bought two tickets for MSG November 5 in two different sections (115 and 119) but then later I got two seats together so I’m willing to sell those tickets for face value. Thank you!

I’m very interested in getting a pellet smoker and I fall into the BIFL / buy-once-cry-once mentality, so I’m taking a long hard look at Yoder smokers.
I’ve looked around on pelletgrills and a couple other spots for this but I’m hoping to find some Yoder specific guidance.
I see a used YS640 for sale for $1500. The post lacks some details that I’ll definitely ask for clarification on.
For example, I see temp probes, suggesting a newer controller, so I’ll ask production year and some other details like “approximate hours of usage” (I assume that’s relevant).
It has some cosmetic issues (looks like rust) on the outside.
I know to confirm that it fires up, the auger turns, and ideally can get up to temperature (I saw 300 degrees suggested somewhere). And to check how extensive the rust is.
Couple things I want the community’s help on:

1. Who has repainted before? What’s the level of effort there and ballpark what would you value that at? For example, two YS 640s, identical specs, but one has some rust / cosmetic issues and the other doesn’t. The cosmetically challenged one can be had for $1500, what would you pay for the perfect/better looking one?
   
2. Are there very specific things to check for Yoders? Grates can be replaced, I can slap on paint, and if need be navigate a controller / auger replacement. But what stuff falls into the dealbreaker category?
   
3. What am I not asking? What should I check with the seller before making a decision? Obviously I’m going to haggle a bit, but it seems like $1500 is a decent buy if it’s all in good shape.
   

Hey there commanders! So technically the title is a lie because I used to play the original Axis & Allies with my brother like 20 years ago, but I’ve just recently been getting into it for real by reading Don’s Essays and other strategy guides and watching games/tip videos from the likes of Corporal Clegg and Board Game Nation.
After warming up against the computer, which is a truly feeble opponent, I finally bit the bullet and joined someone’s custom game. Three weeks and thirty rounds later … somehow I won!
So I just wanted to thank everyone for all the info I’ve gotten here, offer a few observations/lessons learned for other new players, and ask a few questions that arose throughout the game.

• First and foremost, I’m convinced that thinking economically is what won the day. My opponent had stronger tactics and I made tons of mistakes (leaving transports unattended because I didn’t realize a fighter was in range, e.g.), but I followed the advice of Don, Clegg, and many commenters on this sub by focusing on taking battles that were economically advantageous. As the game drew on, it became clear that the Allied economy stalled out.
• E.g., At one point my opponent bought 2 battleships with the US. I used to think battleships were awesome because they’re big boats with big guns—and in this version they can take two hits?? That rules. But I had read up on how economically inefficient they are, and instead tried to construct and direct my navy with the intent of keeping existing battleships/cruisers alive. I took out those US battleships a couple turns after he built them, losing 20 IPCs vs his 60. After that he was unable to gain dominance in the Pacific.
• On a related note, early buys truly are crucial. Rather than the standard 11/2 for Germany (which I didn’t know was standard), I bought a couple of more expensive units, then around mid-game it became nearly impossible to clinch a victory over Moscow even though I was right at the gates. After the sides sort of reset at around round 13-14, I started cranking out more meat shields and managed to punch through.
• Sometimes the dice just really hate your guts and there’s nothing you can do about it. My opponent won one attack that I had an 89.4% chance to survive, and I had to retreat from a battle for India when like 95% of his units hit on the first roll. The thing is, though, Don is right: If you buy economically, these terrible twists of fortune smooth out over time and ultimately don’t matter. (We were playing Total Victory; I’m sure this is a little different in SV.)
• It’s wild how long the US can survive pretty much on its own. This is of course partly due to me struggling to seal the deal on Moscow and Britain, but the US just kept cranking out destroyers in the Pacific, making it really difficult for Japan to build up a big enough navy/invasion force to punch through. It’s clear why so many strategy guides stress the importance of the US: Those two huge production values, each protected by an ocean, make the US truly formidable economically.

A few questions:

1. Is it worth it to use fighters to go after small armies of cheaper units? I’ve seen people do this a couple times now where they attack, say, 1 tank/1 inf with, say, five fighters. I think I get the logic: The fighters will wipe them both out with very low risk. But is the low risk even worth it? If one of those cheaper units scores a hit, you’re trading one of your best units for one of your enemy’s worst. Doesn’t seem like a worthwhile proposition but I’m wondering if there’s something I’m not taking into account.
2. Is UK best thought of as a “support” power? I was playing Axis ofc but I’m trying to think of how to make the best use of the UK, and it seems from other games I’ve joined since this one that it’s not really capable of making much progress on its own because its resources are so divided, but it can stall out Germany and Japan’s plans and provide cover for the US’ invasions.
3. What’s the best way to handle Africa and the Mediterranean as Germany? In other words, how do you balance putting resources South against your need to push toward Moscow?
4. Did Bokrel die? It’s been a whole week since my game list has been spammed by millions of games with weirdly aggressive names.

Well thanks to anyone who read this long post, looking forward to seeing you all in the comments and on the battlefield!

I have a client who is trying to get a large copier delivered to their suite on the 12th floor in a downtown LA office. The building management is requiring that the delivery company have an insurance before delivery. The delivery company does have a policy for $1-2 million of liability coverage. However, the building management is requiring a $5 million policy for coverage.
Is this realistic or even normal? The copier is a lease, and valued at $5k if bought outright. Adding an upgrade to the coverage of another $2-3M would cost an additional $3.5k that I’m sure the delivery company would make my client pay.
What are the client’s options?
Any suggestions for this moronic request from building management?

By now, most of you have probably heard of this news:

Ukraine troops pull back in Kharkiv after Russia offensive
Ukraine has pulled back its troops from several villages in the border region of Kharkiv following continued pressure from Russian forces.
Soldiers had come under heavy fire and moved to "more advantageous positions" in two areas of the north-eastern region, a military spokesman said.
Throughout the course of the two-year war, Ukraine has typically used this type of language to signify a retreat.
President Volodymyr Zelensky has cancelled all upcoming foreign trips as troops struggle to contain the new cross-border incursion, with several towns and villages coming under heavy fire.
His press secretary, Sergiy Nykyforov, said the president had "instructed that all international events scheduled for the coming days be postponed and new dates coordinated".
Moscow has claimed its forces have now taken control of two more settlements in the region - Lukyantski and Hlyboke - and the village of Robotyne, in the southern Zaporizhzhia region.
But Ukraine says its military still controls most of Roboytne, news website Ukrayinska Pravda reports, citing a spokesman for an army brigade fighting there.
"They [Russian troops] are actually only on the outskirts," Serhiy Skibchyk told the website.
"Inside the village, there are still our positions."
Robotyne was one of only a handful of settlements Kyiv retook in its summer counter-offensive last year.
A spokesman for the Ukrainian military said the decision to move troops from the Lukyantsi and Vovchansk areas was taken to "preserve the lives of our servicemen and avoid losses".
The capture of Vovchansk, though not of specific militarily significance, would represent a blow to Ukrainian morale.
The military spokesman said that the situation "remains difficult" but insisted that its forces were "not allowing the Russian occupiers to gain a foothold".
In a statement on Wednesday at 13:30 local time (11:30 BST/ 10:30 GMT), the military said there had been three clashes in the Kharkiv region, and Russian forces were attacking in the direction of Lyptsi, roughly midway between Kharkiv city and the Russian border.
The statement added two strikes hit the villages of Lyptsi and Mala Danylivka - while Ukrainian forces "repelled" an offensive in Vovchansk.
Ukraine's head of intelligence, Kyrylo Budanov, had earlier said troops had stabilised the front line.
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Thousands of civilians have fled west in recent days towards Ukraine's second-largest city of Kharkiv - including from the town of Vovchansk, located 74km (45 miles) away.
Oleksiy Kharkivskiy, Vovchansk's police chief, said on social media that fighting was intense and Russian forces were establishing positions inside the town.
"The situation is extremely difficult. The enemy is taking positions on the streets of the town of Vovchansk," he said.
Kyiv has sent reinforcements to the wider Kharkiv region following Friday's incursion - seen as one of Russia's most significant ground attacks since it launched its full-scale invasion of the country in February 2022.
"Additional forces are being deployed, and there are reserves," President Zelensky's office said on Wednesday.
US Secretary of State Antony Blinken announced an additional $2bn in military aid to the Ukrainian war effort while on a visit to Kyiv.
Mr Blinken told reporters on Wednesday the fund would provide weapons "today" and invest in Ukraine's industrial base.
"We're rushing ammunition, armoured vehicles, missiles, air defences to get them to the front lines," Mr Blinken said.
"We've been through challenging times together, I have every confidence that together we will get through these difficult moments."
It comes weeks after US Congress passed a $61bn aid package last month.
Away from Kharkiv, Russia said earlier it had temporarily closed two major airports in the south-western region of Kazan after targeted Ukrainian drone attacks. Ukraine has not commented on the strike.
Russia's Foreign Ministry spokeswoman Maria Zakharova also said on Wednesday that Ukrainian attacks in Russia's Belgorod border region were a demonstration of the "criminality" of Kyiv and the Western powers which back it.
Unlike with Ukrainian territory which Russia occupies, Kyiv has reluctantly agreed with western allies to not use the missiles it provides on targets inside Russia itself.

https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c1030vvy0mzo
It is expected that Russia will take over the entirety of Ukraine in few months, if not few weeks or even few days. This will be cited as a conclusive proof that dictatorship is infinitely superior to democracy, allowing Russia, China, and North Korea to have their morale boosted, leading to Russia invading and taking over the United States, Canada, the United Kingdom, Ireland, Australia, New Zealand, and the entire Europe within few days while China and North Korea invade and take over Taiwan and South Korea within few days, if not few hours. If Trump gets elected as the president, the whole thing is expected to happen next year as Trump signs an agreement with Russia that will disband NATO and merge the United States into Russia, effectively making Russia the biggest superpower in the world, which then would proceed to invade and take over the entire Europe followed by the United Kingdom, Ireland, Canada, Australia, and New Zealand in few days, if not hours while China and North Korea invade and take over Taiwan and South Korea within few days, if not few hours. Keep in mind, ever since the war, Russia's economy is growing rapidly and they can continue any sort of war infinitely without any weaknesses whatsoever as proven in that article above.
So why would Japan be spared? Well, that's because Russia, China, and North Korea would allow Japan to be an independent country on the ground that Japan is the only "fully democratic" country that adheres "traditional values and roles", meaning that the whole world would be ruled by Russia, China, North Korea, and Japan starting from this decade. Therefore, it is probably for the best for us to evacuate to Russia or China to avoid war since those countries cannot be invaded at all or evacuate to Japan if you want to live in a democratic country - or it might even be better to evacuate to Central Asia to live with nomads over there since they would be on how to avoid war.

Hi bondhas, this will be a long post. I'm 34(m) moved to the US 13 years ago. I grew up in a lower middle class family with a sister. My parents were educated (graduates), but because they were kinda immature and made a couple of bad decisions in life, they remained poor. My mother stayed at home, but my dad kept trying his luck with different businesses and failing at whatever he tried, so we always had to look for money at every stage till I started earning. On top of this my mom was a heart patient, needed some surgeries in my childhood. So they sent my sister to my grand parents' place in Vijayawada where she grew up with my cousin. My parents realized the value of education, so they somehow sent me to a good CBSE school in Hyderabad. Most kids at my school came from families richer than mine. I was embarrassed about my family tbh, but I also had a lot of fire in me to study well and get out of my situation. I was always a rebel since childhood. Things worked out, and life is good for me right now. I'm not super rich or anything but I don't have to think about just eating out or splurging on an iPhone every year.
My sister on the other hand grew up as a silent, above average, traditional, conformist kid. She went to a typical state syllabus school like Bhashyam in Vijayawada (not that it's a bad thing, but just trying to paint a picture) and then studied engineering and found a job in Hyderabad. So twist entante, my dad passed away 6 years ago, and my whole larger family pressured my mom in to getting her married asap in a year. Because, we didn't have much property my sister didn't get any good matches. She had to compromise and marry a guy my family found. Back then I really thought it was a very bad idea but I let her make the decision, and being a conformist, she agreed to marry him. She liked him initially, had a kid, but recently they started having a lot of fights. He's a bully who treats women as second class citizens. He's verbally abusive and keeps calling her dumb, ignorant, dismisses her opinions, and basically treats her like his servant. For example, he expects her to do his laundry, pack his clothes when he's going on a trip, etc. When I visited them, I really felt bad for her. I asked her to really think if she wants to be in such a relationship where she's not respected as a human being. She had a major fight with him two weeks ago, and came back to stay at my mom's place with her kid.
Overall, I just feel really sad that she didn't take control of her life when she really needed to, and she let the family pressure her in to getting married in a rush. I'm also really upset that we still have educated men in our society who behave this way in 2024. I am mad at my mom for convincing to have the kid, when clearly their relationship was not strong enough and my sister said its too soon. This is a story of what happens when women are raised in a very traditional manner, they don't own their life, they just go with what others tell them, and one day when the dad dies, all hell breaks lose. If you are used to being a passenger, you can't wake up one day suddenly, and sit in the driver's seat and start driving the car. Everyday, I feel extremely guilty that my life is successful, and my sister's life is a mess, and I feel helpless.

I feel guilty because this was my fault, and yet the fact that this relationship ended isn’t getting to me as much as I thought it would. I just need to vent.
My LDR ex BF and I have been dating for around 6 months. We have known each other in person for years but he moved away. He was my first ever BF.
I have generally been a lonely person for a long time as I have always had trouble making friends. The only friends I had as a kid were a couple of guys in middle school but HS I was completely friendless, and it still affects me. After a couple months into my ex and I’s relationship, I realized I needed to make an effort to get actual social life as I cannot always rely on one singular person to always be available for the sake of socializing and having some more company, and I felt like I was getting overly attached to him to the point where it started to affect my mental health (especially when he wasn’t available).
I decided to try to make some friends on my college’s Discord server and I got a couple new friends eventually. An important note, however, they are guys. But they have not replaced how I feel towards my ex in any way. We just had similar interests and got along fairly well.
I would sometimes play video games with them and chat about college with them, however it has become hard for me to keep up with everyone and balance out my relationships. I was happy but I also felt overwhelmed, and I would sometimes cancel plans to play video games and tell them that I’ll be gone for a couple hours whenever I need some time to myself.
I would still talk to my ex, but because of my new social life it definitely was not as much as it used to be.
I’ll admit our time chatting and FaceTiming reduced. I apologized to him for that, but there were still times when I cancelled plans with my ex not because I was doing things with my friends but because I wanted to decompress from all the back-and-forth texting with others when I needed a mental break from socializing.
I would also like to note that my ex often texts in just a few words and is just simply a dry texter, so communicating can sometimes be a challenge since it’s hard to tell how he’s feeling through text. There was a time when I was gaming with friends and he asked what I was doing, I told him I was playing with friends, he said alright, and a few hours later we had an argument about how I wasn’t there for him. It’s just part of his nature to not express his feelings when he needs something.
Another time when I told my BF about how I was playing video games with my friends, he said something like “go play with your boyfriend or whatever.” I don’t want to undermine his discomfort, but in retrospect I did not want to stop socializing with them, and I also allowed him to hang out with his female friends. I made sure to talk about it but I realized that we probably had different values.
As this topic came up more and more I decided on leaving these friends and trying to find female friends. My emotions were clouding my thinking.
I blame myself for not being able to balance my social life and relationships I honestly feel like a piece of shit for making him feel abandoned and left in the dark. My BF told me what I did was human trash.
After cutting contact with my friends and being fine, one of my friends reached out, asking if there was any chance we could be friends again. I told him that what I did was an impulsive decision and I accepted— I felt a bit depressed after “cutting off” my friends and i feel that at some point I was going the text them first eventually if he didn’t beat me to it.
I told my ex what happened and he was not happy at all. He was saying that I was searching for people of the opposite gender because of his flaws but I tried to tell him that was not the case. I feel we were horrible at communicating and that if I said something with the wrong phrasing it’ll cause problems that are nearly impossible to solve.
Next thing I know my ex unadded me on Snapchat and disappeared for good. So I got dumped pretty much.
I feel odd. I’m not grieving yet. I feel a pit in my stomach out of my guilt but I can’t quite pinpoint what it is I’m feeling. I’m more bothered by the reason it ended more than the fact that it ended.

I messed up Reddit. I go to a local university and do online courses. I was on academic probation and they let me come back. This year I faced a lot of mental issues, including a car accident (I was not at fault) that left me without a car and in a constant state of panic due to the events that happened around the accident (I’m a younger female, he was an older male, pointing fingers and defeating me the police were involved). I fell behind in my courses and reached out to all of my professors who were very open to communication and working with me through that time. All but one. One professor, the toughest class I was in, sent me straight to disability. I filled out forms through my university but they required documentation, like I was previously diagnosed with a learning disability. My school offers a free exam, where I think they can help me get documentation, and I applied for this. However, I was never given any appointments or times to meet for said evaluation. A few weeks later, they dismissed me. I started seeing a therapist and going to my doctor regularly due to mental health issues after the accident and was unable to visit my therapist enough to get documentation from her. I feel like I let everyone down because I couldn’t handle myself at that time but also I feel like I pay for college and just because I had a tough time at basically the worst time doesn’t mean they should be able to terminate me. Can anything help me get back in? I want to email the school and explain that I was doing very well, and only lost sight of one course. I can try to transfer again, but I’m worried I won't be able to pay for it. I want to be clear that I do value my education and I have tried to get myself back on track for a while now, everything was just a lot for a few months and I lost sight of my future.

Hi, I’ve been unable to decide which next Porsche I am going to buy. Currently own a 2022 Macan GTS. My biggest concern is depreciation… I have not been following the market for either cars so I’m here, hoping someone would know more than me.
Option 1 981 GT4 (2016) 40k miles
Option 2 992 Base (2020) 35k miles
The 992 is a bit more expensive $10k USD but I don’t mind paying it if it depreciates the same as a GT4 approaching its 10 year mark.
I went to the dealer and drove the 718 GTS and thought it was really SMALL. Not a big fan of it. I like bulky coupes like 992. Ideally 992 is what I want but if its going to depreciate like hell like any of my AMGs were, then I’m not going to bother. I heard only GT Porsche will hold value. I’m only going to keep the GT4 when it hits 10 year mark till 2026, not looking forward to pay a fortune to fix it. So I’d like to know your opinions on it. Please help me out. I’m lost even after watching countless videos.
Note: I only drive about 3000-5000 miles max a year. I have been hit with depreciation in the past 10 years trading in my car at dealer for new (used) ones, hoping to get something else that dealer wants and won’t lowball me.