I was on 2.5 for a month and then stayed on 5mg for 3.5 months but then took a month break because I was having GI issues outside of the medicine that were being exacerbated by the medicine such as gallstones and GERD. I also wasn’t having luck getting the 7.5mg due to shortage. Right before I stopped, the sulphur burps started and injection site rashes. I restarted the 5mg Monday night while I wait for the 7.5mg compound I ordered and the side effects are horrible!! The burps came immediately along with bloating, gas and diarrhea that has not stopped. I can’t lay down for long without waking up in the middle of the night to burp, it’s disgusting and embarrassing. I’ve tried mylanta, phazyme and pepto and I’m still miserable. I also have the rash and the food noise only subsided for a few days and now it’s back.
I plan on talking to my GI doctor about all of this but also wanted to reach out on here and get feedback from others who have experienced this. When you look at the fact that it’s only been 3 days and the side effects are currently outweighing the benefits I wonder if it will get better or if I’m making myself miserable while paying a lot of money to do so. The worst part for me is that I’m an attorney who is expected to always be on my A game and these burps are hard to deal with at work. Overcoming adversity is something I’m good at but I don’t want to make things worse for myself. I keep telling myself it will get better over time but would like to hear from others if this is actually true or not. Thoughts?
PS: I have lost 30lbs and would have probably lost more if I moved up to 7.5mg earlier. Started for weight loss but also because I am prediabetic so that’s another factor as to why I feel in some ways this is worth it.

I use an app called Thunderspace. It plays rainy sounds. I often play it and Spotify at the same time. What does Thunderspace do than other apps can't? Mind you this was on a 2019-era iPad Air. I haven't tried on my brand new iPad Pro. Is the Pro different?
I *think* it even works when I am playing Apple Music but I will test when I get home. I am also pretty sure I have watched videos in Chrome while using Thunderspace as well. Not sure about the Youtube app though, I will test it too.
Surely he is using published APIs, right? So why is Thunderspace different? Or am I misunderstanding the issue as people report?

The next morning, Himiko was awakened by a delighted scream. She shot up in her bed and saw Tenko dancing around the room.
"Nyeh...Tenko? W-What's going on?" Himiko asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes.
"La-la-la-la-la-laaaaaa!!" Tenko sang. Then, she stopped at Himiko's bed and gripped Himiko's shoulders like a crazy person. "Himiko! I ate your Snoozydoodles right before bed, like you told me to, and I just had the most amazing dream!!"
"What was it about?" Himiko asked.
"There were no degenerate males in the world! And all the girls made me their queen!" Tenko sighed. "It was perfect utopia! A utopia...for girls! The sky was pastel pink! The clouds were extra puffy and white! The ocean was also pink and glittery, and all the food we ate was pink, like strawberry cake, strawberry ice cream, strawberry cupcakes, and strawberry milk! And girls of every shape, size, and color were everywhere! Not a degenerate male in sight!"
"Nyeh...a dream filled with just girls sounds like a nightmare," Himiko muttered. "Most problems I had with bullying was from catty, popular girls."
"W-What?! There's no way that's true, Himiko!" Tenko cried. "Maybe they were males in disguise!"
"No, I don't think so," Himiko shook her head. "Plus, a world with just girls is going to lead to extinction."
"Not in my dream!" Tenko exclaimed happily. "Girls were born from 'Girl Flowers!'"
"Nyeeeh...girl flowers? " Himiko asked, raising a brow.
"Yeah! You plant a pink seed into the ground, and when it grows, the petals open up and reveal a beautiful baby girl inside!" Tenko gushed. "It was so amazing! Girls, girls, girls everywhere!" Himiko wrinkled her nose.
"I bet it smelled like fish in that world," she muttered.
"Fish?! Why would it smell like-...oh! Hahahaha!" Tenko said. "No, no, Himiko! We didn't have to deal with that because there was need for it! All the girls came from 'Girl Flowers,' remember?"
"Oh...I guess that's true," Himiko replied, shaking her head at the absurdity. Suddenly, there was a knock at their door. Tenko went over to open it. Standing on the other side were Tsumugi, Angie, Maki, Miu, Gonta, Ryoma, and Kaito.
"Hey! What are you all doing here?!" Tenko demanded. "Especially you degenerates!" Ignoring Tenko, they all rushed right in and crowded around Himiko's bed. Himiko nervously pulled her blanket up to her face.
"Nyeh...c-can I help you guys?" she whimpered.
"I had the most wonderful dream because of your cookies, Himiko!" Angie chirped. "Everyone in the whole wide world became a follower of Atua, and was welcomed into his kingdom!"
"I had a dream that I finally went to space!" Kaito exclaimed. "And I became the world's best astronaut for discovering a lot of alien civilizations! Everyone voted for me to be president of Earth!"
"There's no way such a title exists," Maki said, shaking her head.
"Well, maybe not in real life, but that's how it was in my dream!" Kaito said. "But, anyways, what was your dream about, Maki Roll?" Everyone turned to Maki, curious to what kind of dream she had. She blushed.
"I'd...rather not talk about it," she grumbled. "It's too dumb."
"Just tell us already, Judge Moody!" Miu spat impatiently. Maki glared at her, then sighed.
"Fine..." she said. "I had a dream where I wasn't an orphan, and I had real, actual parents who loved me. And I was happy and nice to everyone, and I didn't have to worry about being an assassin and stealing peoples' lives." Everyone stared in stunned silence at her. Maki sighed gloomily. "See? I told you it was dumb."
"Geez, that's not dumb at all," Ryoma said. "Sounds similar to my dream, though, I would agree if you had said that wishing for it to happen would be dumb."
"What do you mean, Ryoma?" asked Tsumugi.
"It's pointless to dream or wish for something that will never come true," Ryoma explained. "Even though my dream was...surprisingly delightful, it also felt like a punch in the gut. Hmph...I don't know whether to call that dream a blessing, or a curse."
"What was your dream about?" Kaito asked.
"Well, I'll tell you, but it is depressing," Ryoma warned. "My girlfriend hadn't been killed, and I was back home with her and my cat. And I didn't even play tennis, I wasn't even an Ultimate student. I was a regular guy."
"That doesn't sound depressing at all!" Kaito said.
"But, the fact that it'll never come true is what makes it depressing," Ryoma said. "That's why I say, dreams like that are pointless. It's better to forget about the past and move on with your life"
"Bullshit!" Kaito exclaimed. "C'mon, man, stop whining about how depressing your life is! You say that wishing for the impossible is dumb and it was all in the past, or whatever, so why the hell are you still depressed? If you truly believed that you should move on, you should stop worryin' about the past and look to the future with bright hopes! That goes for you, too, Maki!"
"What? Why me?" Maki asked.
"It's true that you can't change the past, and maybe wishing for it to change is dumb," Kaito explained. "But, if you're still depressed about what happened in the past, it means you can't let go of what happened! You're not moving on! Moving on is accepting what happened, and doing whatever you can to make your life better! Instead of wishing to undo the past, wish for a brighter future! That goes for all of you!" The room fell silent as they stared at Kaito.
"So, anyway, my dream was about me actually becoming the characters that I cosplay!" Tsumugi said, breaking the silence.
"Hey! Don't just ignore my inspirational speech!" Kaito exclaimed angrily.
"It really wasn't all that inspiring," Tsumugi said, haughtily waving him off.
"Seriously! Nobody asked for your opinion, Mahatma Ghandeez Nuts!" Miu said to Kaito.
"W-What?! " Kaito exclaimed.
"Ha! In my dream, I was the world's best inventor!" Miu said grandly. "With my inventions, I was able to rid the world of starvation, war, violence, famine, and all that other bad shit! And everyone loved me! All the guys on the planet wanted to bang me, and my boobs grew a size bigger!"
"Um...can you not share your dreams?" Tsumugi said. "I feel like every time you speak, I want to do unspeakably horrible things to you."
"Shut the hell up, you four-eyed, lamebrain otaku! " Miu spat. "You're just jealous because you have two deflated balloons for chest!"
"Um...can Gonta share dream, now?" Gonta asked.
"Yes, Gonta, go ahead," Tsumugi replied, eager to not have to listen to Miu anymore.
"Gonta was king of bugs!" Gonta replied. "Everyone in world loved bugs, and loved King Gonta!"
"Tuh...that dream sounds stupid as shit!" Miu scoffed.
"Oh! G-Gonta sorry..." Gonta apologized with a hurt expression.
"You don't have to apologize to her, Gonta," Tsumugi said, glaring at Miu.
"You want someone to apologize to, apologize to all of us for wastin' our time!" Miu spat to Gonta.
"Hey! Cut it out, Miu! Stop yellin' at him!" Kaito yelled.
"Don't tell me what to do, Luke Skyfucker!" Miu shouted back.
"Stop callin' me names!" Kaito yelled back.
"H-Hey! Why everyone fighting?" Gonta asked. "Gonta not mean to start fight!"
"Leave it up to a degenerate male to start a fight!" Tenko growled, glaring at Gonta.
"If you guys don't stop fighting, Atua will unleash his holy wrath upon you all," Angie warned with a creepy grin.
"Nobody asked you, you kooky cult bitch!" Miu said, swatting at Angie. "All y'all are just jealous because my dream was better that yours!"
"Excuse me?!" Tsumugi cried.
"Yeah! Obviously mine was the best one!" Kaito exclaimed.
"You're plainly wrong! Mine was the best one!" Tsumugi said.
"No, it was mine!" Tenko shouted.
"Nuh-uuuhhhh...it was mi-iiiine," Angie said cheerfully.
"Um...Gonta thinks Gonta's was pretty good," Gonta said diplomatically.
"Sheesh...I can't believe everyone is getting so worked up over this," Ryoma said.
"Seriously. It's stupid to be fighting over something like this," Maki agreed.
"Well, I don't think it's stupid at all!" Tsumugi said.
"Yeah! In fact, I want another dream!" Miu said. Everyone turned to Himiko, who had been staring at them in horrified silence. "You better whip us up some more cookies, ya little midget, or else!"
"Well, um...you'll have to wait next weekend," Himiko replied in a small voice.
"I ain't waitin' that long!" Miu spat. "So, chop, chop! Get to makin' those damn cookies right now!"
"Nyeh, but...what about school?" Himiko asked.
"Himiko's right, we need to get ready for school," Maki said. But...I think I'd also like more of the cookies." Everyone turned to her in surprise.
"Wait...really, Maki?" Tsumugi asked.
"It was...a really good-tasting cookie...that's all," Maki mumbled, fiddling with one of her pigtails.
"Or is it because you liked your dream?" Angie teased. Maki frowned at her.
"Shut up," she said.
"I...agree with Maki," Ryoma said. "I want to see if I would have a different dream. One that's more...sensible."
"A dream that's...sensible? " Tsumugi repeated.
"Yeah...one that keeps me away from my past," Ryoma explained. "Do you think you can do that for me, Himiko?"
"Nyeh...okay," Himiko said. She knew exactly how to do just that.
Part Twelve
"What was all that ruckus about earlier, Monkey Buns?" Kokichi asked as he and Himiko walked together to school.
"Nyeh...just as I was hoping, my Snoozydoodles gave everyone dreams," Himiko replied. "But, when everyone that I gave them to was talking about their dreams, things got a little out of hand."
"Was that the effect of the magic?" Kokichi asked.
"Well, no...that was because Miu was being her usual, annoying self, and then Tsumugi said something, then Miu snapped back at her, then everything sorta erupted into chaos," Himiko explained.
"Didn't you say a while ago that the dream powder can be addictive?" Kokichi asked. Himiko sighed.
"Yeah...even small doses of the dream powder might cause someone to be addicted," she said. "But, it works really well, and that's why I wanted to put it in my cookies."
"Hmm...I hope you know what you're doing, Himiko," Kokichi said.
"Well...I have another idea where the dream powder might be not as addictive...but the effects will be just as good?" Himiko said with a bit of uncertainty. Then, she blushed. "I...used this method to dream about you before we started dating." Kokichi raised his eyebrows at her.
"Really?!" he exclaimed, grinning.
"Yeah...I had to steal your hair while you were asleep to do it, though," Himiko said quietly.
"Yeah, that's not creepy at all," Kokichi teased, wrapping his arm around Himiko's waist, and giving her a kiss on the cheek. A mischievous grin crossed his lips. "I wanna know what this other method is."
***
Friday night had arrived. Kokichi was with Himiko in her secret magic room. She was flipping through the spellbook titled, "Inside the Magical Mind." Himiko showed Kokichi the chapter "Build the Perfect Dream," specifically, the romance section.
"Nyeh...these are potions I used to have dreams about you," she explained to him, and pointed to the different dreams. "This is the 'sweet love dream' potion, the 'spicy love dream' potion, and the 'hot and steamy love dream' potion." Kokichi read the description of each dream, his impish grin growing larger across his face as he read.
"So, you drank all of those potions?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at her.
"Well, one night, I drank the first one, then the next night, I drank the second," Himiko said. "I secretly gave the last one to Miu, because I was too scared to drink it myself."
"Ugh! You gave it to Miu?! " Kokichi exclaimed in disgust.

"Well...I-I'd feel dirty having the last dream!" Himiko stammered.
"Well, then, why'd you make that potion in the first place?" Kokichi asked.
"Because I was curious!" Himiko said. "But, then my curiosity was replaced by fear and feeling dirty, so I gave it to Miu. It's a good thing I did, too, because..."
"Cuz, why...?" Kokichi asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Because she was doing very...dirty things with you," Himiko replied. "Yeah...we were having our monthly slumber party, and in the middle of it all, Miu was dreaming and...nyeh...screaming."
"AAAUUUUGGHHHH!!! GROSS!!" Kokichi exclaimed, covering his ears. "I don't wanna do it with her!! "
"Well, she did say that you said that to her in her dream," Himiko said. "But, you only did it to get her to shut up because she kept begging you."
"Ew, I don't care," Kokichi muttered. "There's no excuse to condone bestiality." Himiko sighed and gave Kokichi a playful swat. Kokichi laughed, then eyed her flirtatiously. "Besides, my body only belongs to you...Himiko." Himiko blushed and lowered her head. Every time he said her name like that, it got her heart pumping like crazy. "My body...is your body." Kokichi lifted her chin to turn her head to him. "Mi cuerpo...es su cuerpo, y mi corazón...es su corazón."
"Ohhhh...Kokichiiii...!" Himiko gurgled with delight, biting her lip. She didn't know Spanish, but he made it sound so good. Kokichi leaned in to give her a passionate kiss.
"Okay, that's enough!" he said, stopping the kiss abruptly.
"W-What?! Wait! No! Moooore...!" Himiko pouted, tugging on Kokichi's sleeve. "I want mooore."
"Nuh-uh, Monkey Buns. Tomorrow is another cookie sale, so we can't get distracted right now. We gotta make these cookies like Hiro...baked! " Kokichi said.
"O-kaaaayyy..." Himiko pouted.
"M'kay, so how are gonna do this, HimiCocoa Bean?" Kokichi asked.
"Well...what genre of potion should I make?" Himiko asked. "There's comedy, action-adventure, romance, horror, fantasy, mystery, aaannnd...lots of other stuff."
"Comedy!" Kokichi said. "Everyone needs a good laugh!"
"Nyeh...okay," Himiko said, then turned to the comedy section of the chapter.
"So, you'll just pour whatever potion you make into the cookie batter, right? And mix it up?" Kokichi asked.
"Yup, that's right," Himiko nodded.
"Aaaalrighty, then! Welp, do your thang, babe!" Kokichi said, kissing Himiko's cheek. Himiko giggled and read the comedy section:
~COMEDY:~
Laughter is the best medicine, as they say! So, why not have it in your dreams? After all, there's nothing cuter than someone laughing in their sleep! Whether you're in the mood for some gut-busting, slap-happy humor, wild, crazy humor, or even just simple, laughable jokes, every hilarious dream is welcome in clown town!
Slapstick comedy dream: A dream where tripping, punching, bashing, slapping, falling, and everything in between is considered more funny than horrifying! If you fancy a dream like that, give Slapstick comedy dream a whirl!
Boil water in small cauldron. Once water is boiled, add 1/2 cup of dream powder, 1 tsp of pepper for an extra kick, 1 tsp of cinnamon for an extra bite, 1 tsp of dragon spice for an extra punch, 3 petals of the Laffodil flower, and a 3/4 cup of sunlight for some lighthearted fun. Mix contents until water becomes a different color. Pour contents into a potion bottle. Add sleep powder before consuming. Drink and enjoy!
Fun-loving comedy dream: You can't always watch comedy, you have to experience it, too! If you feel like going on a funny, fun-filled adventure full of laughter, then the fun-loving comedy dream is just what you're looking for!
Boil water in small cauldron. Once water is boiled, add 1/2 cup of dream powder, 3/4 cup of elven sparkles for whimsy, 1 cup of pink polka dot pond water, 1 tsp of sugar, 5 petals of the Laffodil flower, and 3/4 cup of sunlight. Mix contents until water becomes a different color. Pour contents into a potion bottle. Add sleep powder before consuming. Drink and enjoy!
Joker dream: Want a dream with less gut busting, and more on the relaxed side? Then, a Joker dream is prefect the perfect comfort comedy dream for you!
Boil water in small cauldron. Once water is boiled, add 1/2 cup of dream powder, 1 tsp of funny honey, 1 petal of the Laffodil flower, a pinch of jesterly ginseng powder, and 3/4 cup of sunlight. Mix contents until water becomes a different color. Pour contents into a potion bottle. Add sleep powder before consuming. Drink and enjoy!
"Nyeh...which one should I pick?" Himiko asked. Kokichi scanned the page.
"Hmm...why not all of them?" he suggested. "You can make three batches of cookies, and pour the different potions into each one! Actually, it's way more interesting that way, since people will get to randomly choose their comedy dream cookies!"
"I guess you're right," Himiko said. She got to work, whipping up all three potions. "Nyeh...all done!"
"Do you wanna go to D.I.C.E. headquarters and bake them there again?" Kokichi asked.
"Yeah, but...let's take the short way," Himiko said. "I'm already tired from making these potions." Before Kokichi could ask what she meant, Himiko snapped her fingers, and they magically appeared at the abandoned insane asylum serving as D.I.C.E. headquarters.

I just wanted to make a general post regarding this because getting my cat the care she needed as quickly as I did is likely the reason she’s still here this week, and I’d felt so concerned and lost for the entire week that this was happening.
On Thursday/Friday (two weeks ago), my cats purr was very loud and her meow was louder. Is thought it was stress from a recent move. She was still eating, drinking, playing.
That Saturday evening, I noticed a lump had seemingly appeared out of nowhere on my cats neck. I removed her collar and called a general vet to make an appointment for the following weekend. I was very concerned, so I watched her food and water intake.
The next day, I noticed her interest in drinking water had decreased. I took her to an emergency vet.
Her labs were all within normal range. The emergency vet hadn’t felt comfortable to do a fine needle aspiration due to the location, so they gave her fluids and referred us to a specialist/surgeon. We saw them on Tuesday, did a guided ultrasound and fine needle aspiration because the surgeon suspected an abscess. They also did a more detailed lab panel, which, again, were all in normal range. It was determined to be a tumor and the sample was sent off to cytology with a surgery/ct scheduled for monday.
By Wednesday, she had stopped drinking entirely, and her vet recommended supplementing with wet food, which I did immediately. It had started to affect the sound of her breathing and her meow and purr were noticeably affected. My friends tried to reassure me that it hadn’t changed much from Monday, but I wasn’t convinced. I tried to push for a sooner surgery because I was concerned about the progression, but the vet wanted to wait for the cytology results. That night, I held her and cried listening to her ragged breathing, realizing the promise I made to be there and care for her for her entire life might be coming up and I might lose her. At that point and time there wasn’t anything more I could do but wait and watch her die.
By Thursday, she had stopped playing. She didn’t follow me around the house anymore and wouldn’t sleep with me. It was affecting her breathing more drastically. I called the specialty office pressing the urgency of the situation, and they advised that they might be able to get her in sooner if I took her to the ER again, or they could tell me if she would be stable till Monday. I left work and took her into the ER again. They urged me to wait until the surgeon could see her on Monday (they were only in the office on Mondays and Tuesdays) that she should be stable until Monday. It was here that they informed me the cytology results had come back as probable lymphoma, and that the surgery would likely entail an excisional biopsy.
On Friday, her surgeon specifically called me from her cell phone at home to inform me that her cancer should not be treated with surgery, but with chemo, and she would need to be referred to an oncologist. I panicked and stressed the fact that it had begun to affect her breathing and asked the surgeon to share that urgency in her referrals. While my surgeon called several locations and spoke to an oncologist, I also personally called several of these locations stressing the urgency of her situation. I was told the soonest they could get her in was in two weeks time, and I did not think she would survive to that appointment. I was instructed to leave a detailed voicemail for the doctors so I did. Shortly after, I received a call back from the surgeon, and one of the locations we both had spoken to. The oncology staff were willing to give up their lunch hour in order to see her and to give her her first round of chemotherapy, but I had to leave immediately. I left work again (my boss was fortunately very understanding) and took her in. Heidi (my cat) was very unenthused about a fourth vet visit this week lol. They were unable to do any imaging because she was distressed and they worried over her being under stress with the tumor where it was, so they just went ahead with the first treatment instead of trying to stage her cancer. It was here the vet informed me that the type of cancer they suspected she had was one that often progressed very quickly and could kill cats within days to a couple weeks. I felt vindicated for pushing as hard as I did all week, and I knew that whatever happened, this was her best chance.
Friday night, her breathing and meow had improved. It seemed that the lump was smaller but I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it.
Saturday, she had some inappetance from the chemo, even with the meds to treat it, still wasn’t drinking water so I took her into the emergency vet again just to make sure she was hydrated and get some subQ fluids to take home in case it continued. She was determined to be well hydrated thanks to the wet food and they gave me an appetite stimulant if needed. As soon as we got home she chowed down on wet food so I didn’t administer the fluids and decided to watch her intake.
On Sunday, she was waiting for me outside the bathroom again and pawing at the door to be let in with me. I almost cried in relief. She also started sleeping with me again.
By Monday, her tumor had noticeably shrunk.
She just had her second chemo treatment today. She’s still been sleepy cuz of the pain meds and gabapentin she’s been on, but it is a very good sign how responsive the tumor was to her first round. X rays taken during this visit determined no masses in her lungs (granted it could have changed from her first treatment but still good news regardless).
She’s not cured obviously and we have a long way to go with her treatments but it’s a very good sign how responsive her cancer has been. She’s my baby and last week was the worst week of my life, and I was incredibly fortunate to get her in as soon as I could, otherwise she wouldn’t have made it. I bought the oncology team donuts today as thanks haha.
If this story can help spare anyone else some of the terror and uncertainty we had to deal with, I’d like it to. Trust your gut. If a lump appears suddenly, it could be something more minor, like an abscess. Pray it’s an abscess. But if it’s not, if it appeared suddenly, especially if symptoms are changing day to day, every single day is of the essence. Depending on what type of cancer it is, it may be treatable. It may not. But getting your pet in as soon as possible can guarantee that if there IS a chance, you can give them it.

A lot came to light, at least in my mind, when Biden snubbed Tesla in regards to the "White House EV summit," and whatever that second meeting was.. (Mary Barra worship?). The Democrats don't care about clean energy.
Why has every Democrat funded clean energy project in the past miserably failed while laundering money straight into politician's pockets? Why is it that every solar or wind farm has become dilapidated, ineffective, and has been labeled as a huge waste of taxpayer money and subsequently destroyed the reputation of clean energy? Why does every clean energy subsidy end up with shitty EVs like the Bolt and the Prius, then result in auto companies trading meaningless credits? The answer is becoming more and more clear as Tesla becomes more and more successful.. because the Democrats don't want clean energy to become commercially viable. In fact, they want to ensure that clean energy *doesn't* become commercially viable or widespread.
The Democrats have a vested interest in stopping clean energy because, should clean energy become widespread, they would no longer have that talking point to gain votes and maintain power. No one will care about climate change when 90% of the cars on the road are EVs, and the energy sector is 70% solar and wind with an obvious disruption playing out. Plus, think of all those terrible greenwashing projects that will no longer be lining the Democrats' pockets.
Now that there's real potential towards a clean energy revolution, the Democrats must try their hardest to squash the threat. And who's the threat to their power? Tesla. So how would the Democrats go about tarnishing Tesla's brand image? Cancelling Elon, of course. That'll be easy because he's rich. A lot of highly visible Democratic politicians have quite the loyal following after all. I refer to them as the "Woke Cult," because they are a cult subservient to narratives pushed on them, especially the ones that anger them or trigger their personal insecurities. Rich people *definitely* trigger their personal insecurities.
One of the tactics that Democrats and the Woke Cult use is to place blame of public perception onto the target. In this case, "It's Elon's fault because of what he tweets." But with some basic logic and memory of past events we can easily debunk this. It started in 2021 when Elizabeth Warren paid for ads on Facebook to run a smear campaign lying about Elon not paying taxes. That's how this started: with a lie. And it escalated from there with more lies, such as the insinuation that $6B could solve world hunger (it can't) while conveiently ignoring that the Biden administration has way more than $6B at their disposal (double standards show up a lot in extremist cults), or something about a fictitious emerald mine. There's nothing in the 2021 smear campaign story that had anything to do with what Elon was tweeting.
However, now you hear "Well Elon says anti-semitic things on Twitter" or "Elon is right wing!" None of which mattered to the Woke Cult prior to 2021. Nothing Elon says, does, does not say or does not do is going to keep the Woke Cult from hating him. They hate him for the same reason they're subservient to narratives puched on them to begin with.. because they have personal insecurities. The only way Tesla's brand image is going to be cleansed in the eyes of the woke cult is if they a) acknowledge they have personal problems, b) want to get better and c) go to therapy. So long as they're emotionally unwell, they will believe lies in order to justify their hatred of Elon and avoidance of their own personal problems. And the only way Tesla's brand image can be cleansed in the eyes of the non-woke public is to be more educated on the company and its amazing products (spread the word and your excitement for your Tesla).
You even hear Tesla investors blaming Elon for the giant smear campaign against him. The more you fear the woke cult's perception of someone or something, and the less you acknowledge the cult's toxic behavior, the more power they have.
If anything, Elon's response of opposition to the woke mind virus is making the best of the shitty situation. At least by acknowledging the cult's toxic cancel culture, he gains respect in the eyes of those who also see it. 10 involuntary steps back, but at least 1 forward.
The Democrats, along with their loyal cult followers, have now joined the oil companies and Wall Street in trying to end Tesla. This is what the largest and most abrupt disruption on the planet looks like.
If you care about clean energy, or climate change, then you should vote for literally anyone besides a Democrat. If the Democrats, the woke cult, and little Greta *actually* cared about clean energy, they would be praising Elon and Tesla for all they've accomplished. At least Republicans care about maintaining a market free of over-regulation, even if they're too stupid to realize that Tesla is going to make EVs happen. It's in the truly free market that Tesla is succeeding. Tesla is a shining example of how capitalism and the free market can solve the world's biggest problems.
If you're a Tesla investor, then this post is incredibly important information to remember. You can either fall for the psyop and be afraid and angry, or you can align with Tesla's mission and hold shares.

Alright so this is gonna be a long story but just read and plz give me your opinion So im 25F my boyfriend is 36M yes i know its a big age gap. So it all started when i was 21F he was 34M i used to work at a hotel as a receptionist so checking in guests in to their room. it was August 2020 when a random guy came to check in into his room (my now bf) didnt think to much of him while checking him in he was gonna stay at the hotel for 3 days i give him his keys to his room and that was that, the very next day he stoped by the front desk and asks me for my number i give it to him and we start texting for about 2 weeks we finally hang out yes we had sex we start getting to know each other come to find out the reason why hes staying at the hotel was becuase he just left his babymomma and the apartment where they lived together at the time (at the time his daughter was 3 years old they had been together for 4 years) so that was already was a red flag for me for the simple fact that i dont have kids, anyways we keep getting to know eachother and he one day tells me the long toxic relationship story of him and his bm she apparently was this crazy controlling woman who did a whole bunch of crazy stuff so i would ask him why wouldnt he just leave his answer has always been that it was becuase of his daughter he didnt want to leave his child becuase according to him his bm would tell him if he left she would not allow him to see his daughter wich infact he hasnt been able to see his daughter since the day he left the apartment back in August 2020 fast forward but i feel like be also wouldn’t leave because he loved her , 8 months later we move in together into out first apartment a couple months into us living together i go through his phone and find out he has the Facebook app which i found odd because he has 0 social medias , i click on the Facebook app and found out it was a fake page with a random name i look to see who he searches up and the first account was his babymomma i was pissed i confronted him about got into a huge heated argument becuase thats weird as fuck why are you stalking her , your with me now and his argument was that he hasnt seen his daughter s in years and that thats the only way he can see her whenever she posts pictures of his daughter but i just cant seem to get over the fact that hes looking a her page becuase i know he once loved her and it drives me crazy to think he still might love her we’ve gotten into sooooo many arguments about him looking at her Facebook and he’s literally almost left me becuase he says hes tired of arguing and explaining to me that its not about her but that its about his daughter and thats not all i later went on the Facebook again and saw that he searched up his babymommas new boyfriend i was livid!!! Becuase why are you soo worried about whos shes with and again got into a HUGGEE argument about it and he said becuase he wants to know what type of guy if around his daughter but yea thats it idk if im in the wrong for always starting arguments about that but i cant help to feel how i feel maybe i don’t understand him becuase i dont have kids but it infuriates me knowing hes watching her page ill stop here and hope to get yalls opinions i couldve gotten in to more details but this post is already long enough let me know what yall think

Just to clarify: Gin is one of my fav characters in Bleach. So I want to complain a little. Don't judge me, I just miss my silver fox tonight.
So... a lonely boy finds a lonely girl. She becomes his friend, first love, family. Their live wasn't perfect — they lived in Rukongai, not the best place for kids — but still good because they weren't alone anymore. But the girl was hurt; the boy saw it but couldn't protect her. He saw the one responsible for this and promised himself to take revenge.
To do this, the boy rejected all humanity and love he could have had and became a cruel, heartless fox. He managed to get close to Aizen. He became really strong. He saw nothing but revenge. He became a traitor — although was he ever on the side of the SS and the Gotei 13?.. He waited a hundred years, committed terrible crimes and was finally able to stab Aizen in the back... only for Aizen to become stronger and kill him instead.
This poor lonely kid turned his life into a cold bloody mess for revenge, but failed. Oh, the irony.
And the silliest thing is... Rangiku didn't need his revenge. She needed HIM — to be able trust others, to fight with them and not against them, to drink with her after a long day, to listen to her stupid drunken flirting. Not to betray the SS, leave her again — now forever — and die.
And she was totally FINE. She became a shinigami. Not only that — she was a lieutenant! She laughed, smiled, enjoyed life. She didn't show that she had any problems because of it. Of course, she lost some of her potential, but she is lazy and even now she hasn’t trained much. She didn't mind. She had a pretty good life. Gin, you should be PROUD of this woman and protect her, not leave her! Silly, silly fox.
Maybe it wouldn't be so ridiculous if Rangiku had lost some more than part of her shinigami powers. It's obvious and trivial, but let's at least blind Rangiku after this attack. So her life was not easy. And just imagine what their relationships would be... Rangiku couldn't see him anymore and was afraid that one day she would forget his face. But she remembered the sound of his footsteps — that's how she knew it was Gin, when he came to tell her he's going to become a shinigami. Oh, and in Gotei 13 he always left dried persimmon in her room while she was sleeping and she could catch a thin trail of scent that followed Gin. So him seeing how she had some problems, but at the same time remained a brave, funny, easy-going girl, only fueled his desire to take revenge on Aizen.
I know, Gin probably represents that revenge is pointless, revenge will not bring you a peace, but regret and bitterness. And we had many characters with this theme. We had Tosen — he was blind not only physically, but also from hatred, disgust for the shinigami and the desire to take revenge for his friend Kakyo. And when he finally opened his eyes — not because of hollow powers — he died. Nothing could be changed anymore.
We had Komamura. He 'traded his life' for revenge. He survived, but could no longer be the same Komamura. The one who knew that revenge would destroy you — he willingly pays this price for revenge and becomes what he condemned and what he asked Tosen to wake up from.
And we had the whole Quincy arc... Revenge brought nothing but pain and suffering for both sides (+ the arrancars). Death, destruction, blood, the loss of comrades before your eyes — that's what they got with their revenge.
Honestly, that's why I wanted Gin's story to be a little different. Wanted him to survive. Somehow he will prove that he was not on Aizen's side & tried to kill him, so he will receive a reduced punishment (such as not execution, but imprisonment). Like they have MAYURI and are completely okay with his actions and experiments... 🥴
And he talked to Rangiku (in hospital or she was allowed to meet him in prison). She cried and screamed at him, because of what he did, how it hurt not only her, but also Kira... And Gin was able to realize that he was wrong, selfish, cruel. That he was mistaken in that he did not trust anyone, especially her. But he still has a second chance, because he is still alive. We can't always fix the broken things, but as long as we're alive, we can try.
I think this would complement the theme of revenge perfectly. To senseless cruelty (Quincy), too late insight (Tosen), becoming what he condemned (Komamura), would be added not a pointless sacrifice that achieved nothing... but hope — to gain the humanity that he lost in childhood, hope for trust which he walked around like fire for a hundred years, hope for forgiveness and healing.
Because for me, Bleach is about hope and healing. How Orihime heals from bullying and the loss of her brother, how Ichigo grows and is able to overcome his guilt over the death of his mother, how Byakuya heals and is again able to open his heart to others — friends and his sisters Rukia, etc etc. And even in the darkest times there is hope. I think Gin deserved it too. But I'm biased, so...
Now I need to write a fanfic. Bye. 🦊🩶

I (25f - have Bpd and I struggle with boundaries and kind communication as well as black/white thinking) have a work friend (31f) we have worked together on the same team for a few years now and right off the bat we were drawn to each other and chatted and hung out because we had interests in common.
Over the course of the last few years, this friend has tried creating a new persona for themselves. I am all for reinventing yourself or finding more confidence or trying out different interests - and I try to be as supportive as possible when my friends are growing or changing. However, this persona put on by this friend is only ever presented to me. Often referred to her as her “villain era” etc., constantly sending me quotes and images of memes about her being this sort of aggressive, femme fatale Maneater, etc. Which I would be fully in support of, if it didn’t seem so contradictory to how she presents herself to me face-to-face, or to the rest of the world.
She also constantly refer to herself as a girls girl, but will gossip about other women behind their backs, has no other female friends and will backhandedly rubs things that bother me in my face on a regular basis, but in such minor ways, it’s hard to call her out for them. I have a disability and there’s certain things I can’t do and I’ve been asked to not be sent certain content when she is doing those things, she can post whatever she wants, but I don’t want it sent to me directly. And she will continuously do so despite me resetting that boundary over and over again.
For some context here: she comes from a relatively conservative family (as in strict parents) and is a little bit overweight and has always been very self-conscious about those things. SHe has never been in a relationship or anything like that. It’s a little difficult for us to understand each other in certain ways because I am the total opposite and I’m not in the dating world. I married the first person I ever dated and still am married. I try to be fully supportive of her dating life and her experiences while she rags on marriage and shits on it all the time. Whenever she tells me stories about her dating life or life is exaggerated to the 10th°. About how she sleeping with peoples husbands or the all these men are chasing her or she’s so promiscuous and so evil that she just could never fathom settling down, or she went to the prestigious university that I know she did not actually attend etc. etc. all of these stories either seem fictitious or extremely embellished because I know for a fact her life is not actually like this on a regular basis because we live next-door to each other.
And this is become every single day - day and day out and I am always trying to be kind and supportive so I’m always just like “oh that’s great or cool” but I have only so much emotional bandwith left for some thing that I know isn’t true and she was asked directly about a certain experience - she will not keep her story the same when we are around other people. She only presents this sort of person to me and it feels a very emotionally draining and I don’t know how to approach it. Especially because some of the things like backhanded comments about marriage or embellished date stories seem so minor It feels frustrating to try to call them out because they are always brushed off.
Another thing she does is continually tries to push a persona on me that I do not feel is my truth. We have a lot of things in common, which is initially why we became friends, but she does not like anyone being similar to her, and if I like anything that similar to her, she will try to “win” very passive aggressively - she likes XY or Z better than I do, or sending me tons of content, saying that this is how she views me or this reminded her of me when it is the opposite of what my personality and interests are like and even my husband said “it seems like she doesn’t want you to be like her at all and she’s trying to turn you into who she wants you to be”
I struggle a little bit with social cues and approaching things directly or too much of a people pleaser away. Should I even address this with her? I cannot end this friendship because I really need this job and we have to work in the same place and she is very very very sensitive to rejection. But she contacts me on almost every platform every single day, and any slight change in my tone is perceived as rejection by her.
TLDR: I have a friend who is also a coworker that is pretty insecure and is creating false narratives about her own life to get validation through me because I will only be kind and things are so minor that I feel struggle calling her out for them. Not to mention it could severely fuck up my work life. But the passive aggression and lack of genuineness at all is emotionally draining me.

hi everyone,
I would like to ask you all for advice on how to approach this. Today after Mass, I found a flyer in my local church which announced there will be a musical in our church in april 2025. The flyer is in Dutch so I can’t really post it, but in short: the story of the musical is kinda like mama mia, it’s organized by some theatre/festive organization from the village (i’ve heard some weird stuff about them before, but i’ve never had any problems with them bc i only became Catholic around 2022 and during covid they didnt organize anything), apparently they’ve been holding musicals in churches since 1995.
I was shocked, I’m quite active as a volunteer in our parish and didn’t recognize any of the names of the people involved on the flyer. I did recognize some people on the pictures of their previous shows, but they arent church-goers, they are just townspeople. (I recognize them bc i went to school with them)
To me, this musical should not happen. Why? It’s a worldly play, I’d want to read the entire script first to make sure it is appropriate but even then, why perform inside the church??? The second problem is that they are planning to perform on the priesterkoor (choir? quire? where the altar and tabernacle are present, idk the english term) which is not a place where lay people should just freely walk around, especially non-Catholics performing a MUSICAL like it’s a stage inside a theater.
The weird thing is that I have actually had a dream about this exact situation a couple months ago. I dreamed the church was filled with people (which rarely happens anymore), especially young people and families. There was a Mass but when it was time for Communion, people would come up to the front to receive Communion and then just throw the Eucharist on the ground and step on Him, like it meant nothing. I was so shocked and confused, but then after the Eucharist there was suddenly a play or musical where the priests had just stood. While the pews may have been filled, those people were not there for Christ but for the show. I didn’t think anything of the dream but now I think it definitely has meaning.
I’ll be discussing the situation with one of our priests this sunday to get a better idea of why this has been allowed. Please help me gather arguments and questions, I want to be well prepared and stop this madness.
Thank you all and God bless🙏🏻

My bf and I have been together for about 4 years now. I noticed he’s not good at managing money at all. He currently has a lot of debts and ends up always needing to borrow money with friends or with me and I don’t find it healthy even if he pays it back . What’s shocking is that he seems to have a pretty good salary he gets paid 20$ per hour.
I noticed that it’s because he doesn’t know how to be financially stable because he spends a lot. And I really want to help him. The thing that bothers me the most is the fact that he sends money to his family back in his hometown they rely on him financially even tho he’s still a student and basically supports himself (rent , food , clothes ..) EVERYTHING I never saw one of him family members calling to genuinely have a conversation or know stuff about him it’s always a convo and then oh we have this issue back home can you send this amount . I tried to talk to him about it but he’s very defensive and believes that it’s normal and his obligated to send money to them. It’s complicated because we come from different backgrounds fortunately I grew up in a stable environment financially and my parents help me til today so that I can fully focus on my studies before getting a job, him on the other hand it’s completely opposite.
I feel like this makes him take every opinion or advice I give as an offense or just not valid. If he has 200$ for example he’s totally fine with spending 100$ on a shoe he probably didn’t need and I don’t find that correct . I’m very strict on how I spend he sometimes even just tells me « you can just call your dad and ask him to send it to you » and it bothers me a bit. Yes I can call and ask for more money to buy a nice rug but why would I if the money I get every month is enough and I just rather wait keep what I have and buy the rug when I will have extra money for it since it’s not that important .
I try to not judge way too much but children taking care of their parents when they are not even done with their studies and don’t have a stable job yet never sat right with me. It’s such a big responsibility financially and emotionally draining too. He literally has older siblings who are more well off. I told him that I would send him 300$ since I’m traveling and I won’t be paying groceries because I will be with my family therefore I’ll have extra money and he was very happy. But I remembered that I asked him once if he would ever give me money just like this and say go buy something that you like or ever do an extra shift if I need money urgently and he told me no because we are not married, I can just ask my parents if it’s urgent and that he’s not the type to give money to a woman while his family is back home is starving. It made me rethink everything. Technically I get him gifts ( he gets me gifts too) , I pay for the food when he’s at my place , I even land him some money that he gives me back when he needs it, I’m ready to give him money for an emergency. I even gave him 200$ once for his school tuition he fg to pay back but I don’t even ask about it. And all of that isn’t MY money it’s my parents . So I feel like it’s a bit hypocritical of him and I’m just stupid for being so open and lalaland what’s mine is yours.
I’m worried because I really want a future with him but this really makes me rethink everything. What’s should I do? And also am I being too judgemental and harsh ?
TL;DR: I've been with my boyfriend for four years, but I'm concerned about his poor money management. He earns a good hourly wage but constantly borrows money due to excessive spending and sending money to his family, who rely on him financially. Despite my efforts to discuss this, he's defensive and feels obligated to support his family, even though he's still a student. We come from different financial backgrounds, and he often dismisses my financial advice. He has also implied that because we're not married, he wouldn't give me money as he prioritizes his family's needs. This situation makes me rethink our future together, as I worry about financial stability. Am I being too judgmental, or is this a valid concern?

Can someone explain?? When I was 11 my mom died. I’m 20 years old now and of course I still dream of her… But I have strange dreams of her often.. In the beginning, it’s usually me and her very happy and me feeling a feeling that I can’t quite describe just a certain comfort of having a mom that I haven’t felt in a long time. Most of you wouldn’t even recognize this feeling if your mom is alive, but when she’s gone, you’ll begin to know what I mean then all of a sudden something next stream Lee weird will happen, and she’ll die of some random cause like murder or she’ll just pass out and in the dream I’ll grieve all over again it’s so weird.. For example; I had a dream where me and my mom went to the movies and these younger girls came and shot her in the head…. then while I started bawling and crying, then I went into the movie theatre and I saw my brother sitting there. I was bawling and screaming and crying to him that mom had just died, and he had a blank expression and looked very focused On something he was looking at, when I looked over he was watching the movie screen and when I looked a little bit to my right, and saw my mom sitting there watching the movie. I looked at him and said “isn’t that mom how is she here? How is that possible?” and he was listening but wasn’t really responding, then he said “I don’t know what you’re talking about” and I said “what do you mean she’s sitting right there, can you not see her?” he looked at me with a blank stare, and said “no…” I looked back and she was gone then, in my dream I started spiralling because I had just realize that I had went insane Another example.. In this dream, my mom had just came back to life. She originally died from a brain aneurism in real life… so in this dream, instead of her dying from the aneurysm, we got her to the hospital in time, and she was OK, but she kept laying in the bed with this blanket over her face, and for some reason I couldn’t see her face, but I knew it was her. her parents (My grandparents) were there, and we all were so fragile with her because we were so scared if we touched her the wrong way, or put her in the wrong position, we would lose her again. and her being alive left us in a constant state of anxiety of the thought of losing her again. then, eventually, she stopped moving around in the blanket, and died all over again, and I had to grieve that all over again. These nightmares or “dreams” if you want to call them are so scary and whenever I wake up the next day, I have a certain amount of emptiness inside me, a reminder that she’s gone and it’s not just a dream, it’s real life. I don’t understand why in these dreams she always starts alive and then dies again I guess that’s how I think of her subconsciously in my mind of her constantly dying sometimes it overshadows her living.

How old are you? What's your gender? Give us a general description of yourself.
i'm a teenagers i prefer not to specify my age i'm female (i'm a introverted)
• Is there a medical diagnosis that may impact your mental stability somehow?
i may have ADD/ADHD but i'm still uncertain but i don't believe it has a big impact on my mental stability
• Describe your upbringing. Did it have any kind of religious or structured influence? How did you respond to it?
i have a religious i don't agree with everything it says but i still pray i prevere not talking about my religious all i will say is i believe in the one and only above us all
• What do you do as a job or as a career (if you have one)? Do you like it? Why or why not?
i'm still at school and i don't like it nobody like it i study financiël i don't' really like it but the other options that where available weren't fun either so i choose the easiest for me
• If you had to spend an entire weekend by yourself, how would you feel? Would you feel lonely or refreshed?
this will be sad only one weekend could't you give me more time either way they is plenty of stuff i can do on my own to enjoy i wouldn't feel lonely at al i will probably do a little exercices watch tv and most important of all i would sleep as much as possible
• What kinds of activities do you prefer? Do you like it, and are you good at sports? Do you enjoy any other outdoor or indoor activities?
yes i like sport an moving my body is such a great feeling and it's really need to feel good i like doing stuff outdoors especially if i have the money i also like to relax indoor too
• How curious are you? Do you have more ideas then you can execute? What are your curiosities about? What are your ideas about - is it environmental or conceptual, and can you please elaborate?
i'm very curious always asking questions about random thing that i'm interested in and seeking to understand them the only i have goals that i want to achieve later but it's so far ahead of me that i'm not really concerned about them thee only thing i want to execute is finishing my list of serie i wanna watch i probably won't cause it's too long about how certain things work about why stuff happen about why people thinks differently and what do certain stuff means deep down if they is a hidden meaning my ideas are more conceptual they can be about objects but most of time my environment is boring to me and i don't give it much attention and most of the time i'm detached from that
• Would you enjoy taking on a leadership position? Do you think you would be good at it? What would your leadership style be?
i hate leadership position but a believe a be a good leader as i strive to results but at the same time i understand it's not always easy i will make sure we get too the finale project without trying to overwork the people and giving them a lot of freedom i believe they can decide for their one so but overall i don't like giving people work i don't like blaming others when stuff don't go the right way or controlling people or simply interacting with people so i prefer to work on my own unless i know if i'm a leader i would like to know the strengths and weakness of all of people
• Are you coordinated? Why do you feel as if you are or are not? Do you enjoy working with your hands in some form? Describe your activity?
i'm not that coordinated the way my body move is extremely random and purly impulsive and a bit aggressive too i don't try to control my movements that much but i'm practicing a sport who that make me more coordinated i like working with my hands as long as i'm not under pressure
• Are you artistic? If yes, describe your art? If you are not particularly artistic but can appreciate art please likewise describe what forums of art you enjoy. Please explain your answer.
i believe i'm very artistic especially with panthings as i have a eye to recognize good and less good painting i like to paint and my painting is abstract and very intuitive
i also appreciate fashion a lot
• What's your opinion about the past, present, and future? How do you deal with them?
thinking about the past is a waste of time cause you can't change anything thinking about the future is a good thing but it's demanding in energy i prevere dealing with what her is in the present
• How do you act when others request your help to do something (anything)? If you would decide to help them, why would you do so?
i will see what i can do to help if i refuse it's probably cause i don't like the person or that i have no energy or that i don't see what i can do to help
• Do you need logical consistency in your life?
i love logical consistency everything with logic in it make it easier to understand everything i don't understand cost me a lot of energy if i don't see any logic in a certain thing i will ignore it to not waste energy on it
• How important is efficiency and productivity to you?
i believe all my problems will be solve if i become more efficient and productivity is just for work in my case school and i'm still in a growing and learning how to become more of both of them
• Do you control others, even if indirectly? How and why do you do that?
no i don't like controlling others it's not easy to manipulate people i don't try it that much and i don't think i should do it neither do i want to be manipulated to do things against my own will
• What are your hobbies? Why do you like them? the sport i'm practicing cause it's fun + eating+sleeping+shopping with a lot off money +watching tv learning more about stuff i'm interesting in (example history ) why do i like them cause the are fun/relaxing / entertaining
• What is your learning style? What kind of learning environments do you struggle with most? Why do you like/struggle with these learning styles? Do you prefer classes involving memorization, logic, creativity, or your physical senses?
i use different methods to lean i can not lean all those subject in the same way i have easier using logic on certain things i will need my class involvement probably what i use the most logic cause i'm still a student other i have the need for physical senses or sensation
• How good are you at strategizing? Do you easily break up projects into manageable tasks? Or do you have a tendency to wing projects and improvise as you go?
i can probably strategize things well i'm not the best or the worst but what is harder is following the strategy when the moment come to do so a i'm more likely to improvise
• What are your aspirations in life, professionally and personally?
i want to become estate agent have more social skills and be more focus on work
• What are your fears? What makes you uncomfortable? What do you hate? Why?
death pain school exams pressure arguing with my mom do i really need to say why a hate those ting it's pretty obvious to me why
• What do the "highs" in your life look like?
having a good school report at the end of the year having a good sport competition
• What do the "lows" in your life look like?
failing in my classes
• How attached are you to reality? Do you daydream often, or do you pay attention to what's around you? If you do daydream, are you aware of your surroundings while you do so?
89% of the time i daydream and no i'm not aware of my surrounding when i do that
• Imagine you are alone in a blank, empty room. There is nothing for you to do and no one to talk to. What do you think about it?
i take my phone and put music till a get bored and then i start scream punch the wall think of a way out or i sleep
• How long do you take to make an important decision? And do you change your mind once you've made it?
i take as long as i need to i'm not the kind person that will run out of time cause i'm not that indesisive i can make quick decisions but i can also take a long time when i feel it's needed if after that i don't change my mind in the 5 sc after my decision i probably won't change my mind
• How long do you take to process your emotions? How important are emotions in your life?
the needed time to feel good my emotions aren't that deep so i mostly don't need much time but when they get what deeper i will need more time
• Do you ever catch yourself agreeing with others just to appease them and keep the conversation going? How often? Why?
i find myself agreeing with others when i'm too tired to argue or when i'm talking to my mom
• Do you break rules often? Do you think authority should be challenged, or that they know better? If you do break rules, why?
i beak rules when i know i'm not getting in trouble authority should be challenged they make dumb decisions but it's not me that should do that i'm too lazy , and i break rules cause they stupid

Hi. I am a 24 year old female who has become a shell of herself and i’m fighting like hell to be okay again. I started experiencing severe pain in my back and slowly has gone to my shoulders and neck. My leg goes numb when I drive. I am on gabapentin 300 mg 3x a day and I am scared of this drug but it’s the only thing that helps. After further research on other symptoms I am having that I do not feel comfortable sharing I am convinced it is lyme disease. My mental health is on the floor. I have been to a psychiatrist since I was 12 years old and have been able to handle my anxiety and depression symptoms up until December of last year. I went through a really traumatic breakup and my family said they thought the medication I was on was making me act like a zombie because i was so out of it so i just quit taking everything. but prior to my health decline i thought i was doing fine on it. I was on Latuda.
From January to around the end of february or beginning of March I was acting like myself again but I was getting weaker and sicker. By April, physically my body has Deteriorated to the point where it’s hard for me to walk. I have seen a rheumatologist and just completed a nerve conduction study. By this time I was and still am a nervous wreck. Panic attacks every day for absolutely no reason and my chest feels heavy. I cannot find a new psychiatrist so I have left my mental health symptoms in the hands of my PCP and I don’t think she’s understanding the severity of this.
Since I don’t have a diagnosis yet I feel like everyone is looking at me like a drug seeker. She placed me on seroquil about a month ago and I don’t know what it’s done besides make me gain over 7lbs, sleep, and cry a lot and be angry, maybe it’s just making me have a clearer mind and i’ve realized I am angry that no one is taking me seriously and my life has changed completely and I have been grieving who I once was. I don’t think an antipsychotic is what I need since I have been told before that I am not Bipolar. Either way, I just want something for anxiety and panic attacks. Has anyone experienced anything like this while taking both gab and seroquil? I want off the gab but i am afraid that once I get off of it I won’t be able to walk again, i feel weak and like my entire back is vibrating and my insides are being electrocuted. I am so scared.
I know how some people can be so let me just say this. I hate being high or under the influence of anything. I can’t even take THC or CBD because feeling like i’m not in control of my body scares me. I don’t even drink except maybe 2 glasses of wine with an alcohol volume of 5% and that is like maybe 1 time every few months. I am just genuinely scared of who I am becoming. Any advice on how to overcome this fear will be greatly appreciated.

i’m preparing to die. i grabbed the last razor blade from the box hidden away, self harmed a few times, and put the blade in my phone case. i don’t have a solid plan yet, but i wanted the blade as an option, just in case i wanted to use it.
my life is horrible. i don’t wanna be alive anymore if this is what im going to deal with. my relationship with my boyfriend is toxic and abusive. about 2 or 3 weeks ago he grabbed my throat and slammed me against the fridge so bad my neck had his handprint bruised into it. i’m not allowed to have friends, otherwise, he threatens to talk to other girls and cheat on me again.. he’s treated me like shit for the entire year and few months of our relationship, and told me a few nights ago he finally realized he wants me. YOU’RE JUST NOW REALIZING?? why the fuck did i give you my absolute soul for the last year of you didn’t care about me at all until recently. i’m overridden with anger and jealousy and soo so much anxiety all the time.. this relationship is killing me yet i can’t leave.
so i’ll wait it out for a little while longer, until this all becomes absolutely unbearable, and then i’m gonna slit my wrists while ODing on lithium and seroquel.

My boyfriend (37) and I (27) have been together for almost 6 months. We met on a dating app; I am gay, and he is bisexual.
When we started talking, he shared with me that he only realized he also likes guys at the age of 35. While he has had relationships (serious and casual) with women before, they don’t really bother me at all; what triggers my RJ more is his encounters with men, specifically with this one guy.
For context, my boyfriend lives a 3-hour drive from me. Of course I felt so special when he chose to drive to my place just to meet me in person. Plus, he told me too that he has never driven this far just to see someone, that the guys that he met were just from his city.
One day, I found out that he talked to this guy (let’s name him Charles) who lives an hour from him before we met. When I asked him if he met this guy, he said no. My instincts were telling me that he was lying, so, I did the most self-sabotaging act ever—I messaged Charles on social media. And boom, he confirmed that they met, booked a hotel room, and of course, things happened. What destroyed me even more was they did it in my city (because my boyfriend needed to do something work-related in my city at the time, and it just so happens that Charles lives on the way to my city so my boyfriend picked him up).
I guess that just shattered all of my impressions that I was special to him. He made an effort to see someone else too, not just for me.
Because the truth came out, he kept assuring me that it was never love between them. They were talking nicely, yes, but there were no serious feelings involved.
He is my first boyfriend, and all of my firsts happened with him. Before meeting him, I have never felt the need to engage in hookups. I just can’t be intimate with someone I don’t have an emotional connection with. How could he do it? How could he have sex with someone he didn’t love?
I know it was my own undoing, but Charles did not hold back in giving graphic information to me. What they did, where they did it… It just ruined me. In addition, they met two weeks before we met each other on the app. That timeframe felt so recent to me. (Although we met in person one month after we started talking and we did have sex one month after meeting in person. So if you think about it, approximately two months have passed since our sex and his sex with Charles.)
To make things worse, Charles is my same age and we have the same ethnicity. He also admitted that we are similar they way we talk (the voice and tone). These similarities make me feel insecure now.
I know that my boyfriend loves me. A lot. He probably even loves me more than I do, since I can only “love” him during those times when RJ doesn’t hit me. He keeps asking me why it is so hard for me to accept him and his past. He keeps telling me that I should be happy that someone like him loves me so much. That I am different, my hugs and kisses feel different, and that he never thought he would love someone this much. That when he talked to me, he fell in love already because I was "pure." That I never talked about sex during our conversations, that he never felt lust in me.
It just sucks because I feel so drained every day since. I’m sleepless and most of the time, I feel angry. Angry because even though my boyfriend is sad that he cannot change his past anymore, I don’t feel like he regrets it. I want him to regret that it happened. I want him to feel guilty about it. I am also mad at my boyfriend because why did he have to lie when I asked him the first time if they met? He could have been honest about it. The truth might have affected me, but that could have made things different. I could have chosen to stop talking to him had I known about it. I could have set this impression in my mind that he is a playboy, enjoys casual sex and is maybe now looking for a real relationship. His dishonesty just made me feel betrayed.
I want to save this relationship, I really do, and I’m planning to seek therapy. But God, I am so exhausted...

Mo

By Copious Garlic Bread (not putting my irl name here for privacy)
Era 0
Suicide Mo
In the second floor of a 5-story apartment complex lay the utterly fucked body of a man that looked, somewhat comically, identical to Richard Nixon. Mind you this wasn’t Richard Nixon at all but rather some man who happened to look a lot like him. This is not a form of symbolism, I just thought I might mention it.
Non-Nixon’s head was, for all intents and purposes, not present. It may be strange to give someone the attribute of Nixon-like if you can’t even see their face but the police has identified the man, and back in the times when he was alive and had a face he did indeed, look like Richard Nixon.
Non-Nixon killed himself approximately 2 weeks ago give or take, with the help of a 12 gauge. It’s doubtful he experienced pain for long before the lights went out. However I wouldn’t know this because I haven’t killed myself yet, pretty apparent by me writing this manuscript you fucking shithead. While the police took like 30 minutes to get there and found his ID almost immediately, a little DNA testing doesn’t hurt. Very quickly, the case was ruled out as a suicide. They had been correct.
Non-Nixon’s brains were splattered across several corners of the room. One of the strandules kinda looked like a weiner which made one of the blaséd crime scene cleaners have a hearty little giggle. The landchad that owned the complex wasn’t too happy about the holes in the ceiling.
In the second floor of a 5-story apartment complex, at around 9:08 PM EDT, Non-Nixon shot himself in the head with a 12 gauge shotgun because life wasn’t going quite well. No-one really cared but the people that lived in the apartment complex bought him some plastic flowers and someone put a cross at his door and another even laminated a google slide memorial for him to tape at his door which was promptly taken down once the landlord figured out all the shit he caused with the lease. Non-Nixon did not have any living family or friends, and no real funeral was held.
In the second floor of a 5-story apartment complex, at around 9:08 PM EDT, Non-Nixon shot himself in the head with a 12 gauge shotgun because life wasn’t going quite well. As his head was split apart like sticky, undercooked pancake batter in a pan, his synapses fired one last time, trying to make sense of things that couldn’t be made sense of. Frequently-traveled thought patterns struggled to make a whole cohesive thought when they were flying towards shitty drywall at mach 10. Despite this, Non-Nixon birthed a brief existence before the lights went out. An entire universe emerged and died, because that's the only thing that he could make sense of in the fleeting moments of hyperawareness.
When Non-Nixon killed himself, it, for a brief place in time, rented out the throne of God.
Era 1
Birth
𒀭 (Diĝir) was taking a ridiculously fat fucking piss in the innerwall northwesteast bathroom. He was actually pretty surprised that the stream didn’t cut through the porcelain like a cheese wire through a malleable butter. Needless to say the little urinal sponge did not survive the offensive.
𒀭 walked out. 𒀭 did not wash his hands, the dirty fucking animal. Not like he could even if he wanted to, the plumbing was shitted to 3 weeks from Sunday, not enough funding was going into building upkeep.
𒀭 arrived to class. It’s his first day here so as per usual in the life experience of all, traversing an unknown campus tends to take up time people generally do not have.
𒀭 reached out his hand to open the door, but it opened before him. This is because he was going to open the door anyways, so the door didn’t see why it should bother waiting for him, especially given his tardiness.
As the door opened and 𒀭 entered, several students in the lecture hall glanced over to him in a reaction to the door opening, and promptly recalibrated their attentions to the lecturer, who in lieu of the students glanced over at 𒀭 as well. He annoyedly ordered 𒀭 to sit down, to which he began traversing to the closest unused seat.
It took 𒀭 972 months to reach his seat.
By the time 𒀭 reached his seat, class has long since ended. In fact, not only has class ended, but the college in which 𒀭 was enrolled in has seen its demolition, firstly bombed, then from the rubble arose an apartment complex, which was bombed again. The lecturer’s desk remained, as did the lecturer himself.
“𒀭, please take no more steps. You’ve shown me you aren’t effective at traversal” said the lecturer.
𒀭 felt shamed yet angered at the absurdity. “Sir- I believe you saw me approach the nearest desk. I do not understand why it took me such a long time but I was on the fastest available route” said 𒀭.
“And yet it took you 972 months to do so. Not to mention your tardiness in general isn’t a good look. Look around you, the university doesn’t even exist anymore. We stand among rubble” said the lecturer.
“I do not understand”, said 𒀭.
“And neither do I. You and I exist in 0 dimensions. It should take you non-time to arrive anywhere, really” said the lecturer.
“This is my first time on campus. I don’t have any previous reference of the layout” said 𒀭.
“I reinstate, traversal in 0 dimensions is trivial. Literally just arrive” said the lecturer.
“How does one simply arrive if it takes time to walk to a location?” said 𒀭.
The lecturer took an amusing sort of astonishment from the stupidity of the student. A freshman at university, especially one as hard to get into as this one, is absolutely a peculiar sight.
“I believe you may be asking the wrong question. We do not exist on a one, a two dimensional plane- nor one of three, four, or more. In fact dimensional space does not exist in the way you’d think it should. Therefore arriving anywhere is an instantaneous process given that there’s no real space to traverse. Your non-acquaintance with our campus does not hinder this process. Just arrive to class. Preferably in the time in which the class still exists” said the lecturer.
“That doesn’t explain why it took me 972 months to reach my desk when I was already inside the lecture hall” said 𒀭.
“Well, obviously reaching a place that's further away from oneself takes more time. Not that long, though” said the lecturer.
𒀭 stood on-top the shiny vinyl plank floor, rendered unreflective by the dusts of once-pink insulate and finely mashed concrete. He thought about the logistics of what the lecturer set forth. T
he lecturer bent over, his back cracking and him emitting a discomforting grunt of age. Behind the lecturer’s desk emerged his hand clutching his duffel bag full of whatever items lecturers tended to drag around.
“Have a nice day, 𒀭. I’d advise you to vacate the building, your enrollment period’s long gone. As is the university itself. I’m going home, my wife said she cooked me filet mignon tonight” said the lecturer.
The lecturer went home in an instant- as in a literal instant, clearly showing the trueness of the 0-dimensional traversal which he lectured to 𒀭. At the same time, 𒀭 had no trouble at all seeing him slowly shamble and awkwardly step over haphazardly placed miscellaneous chunks of was-university and was-apartmentcomplex and head down the street, and into the metro station adjacent to the rubble building. As 𒀭 stayed stood, an air raid siren slowly picked up its wail which was the final prompter telling 𒀭 to get moving.
In an instant, or maybe it took a couple years, 𒀭 left the debris.

Work friend uses me for validation constantly
I (25f) have a work friend (31f) we have worked together on the same team for a few years now and right off the bat we were drawn to each other and chatted and hung out because we had interests in common.
Over the course of the last few years, this friend has tried creating a new persona for themselves. I am all for reinventing yourself or finding more confidence or trying out different interests - and I try to be as supportive as possible when my friends are growing or changing. However, this persona put on by this friend is only ever presented to me. Often referred to her as her “villain era” etc., constantly sending me quotes and images of memes about her being this sort of aggressive, femme fatale Maneater, etc. Which I would be fully in support of, if it didn’t seem so contradictory to how she presents herself to me face-to-face, or to the rest of the world.
She also constantly refer to herself as a girls girl, but will gossip about other women behind their backs, has no other female friends and will backhandedly rubs things that bother me in my face on a regular basis, but in such minor ways, it’s hard to call her out for them. I have a disability and there’s certain things I can’t do and I’ve been asked to not be sent certain content when she is doing those things, she can post whatever she wants, but I don’t want it sent to me directly. And she will continuously do so despite me resetting that boundary over and over again.
For some context here: she comes from a relatively conservative family (as in strict parents) and is a little bit overweight and has always been very self-conscious about those things. SHe has never been in a relationship or anything like that. It’s a little difficult for us to understand each other in certain ways because I am the total opposite and I’m not in the dating world. I married the first person I ever dated and still am married. I try to be fully supportive of her dating life and her experiences while she rags on marriage and shits on it all the time. Whenever she tells me stories about her dating life or life is exaggerated to the 10th°. About how she sleeping with peoples husbands or the all these men are chasing her or she’s so promiscuous and so evil that she just could never fathom settling down, or she went to the prestigious university that I know she did not actually attend etc. etc. all of these stories either seem fictitious or extremely embellished because I know for a fact her life is not actually like this on a regular basis because we live next-door to each other.
And this is become every single day - day and day out and I am always trying to be kind and supportive so I’m always just like “oh that’s great or cool” but I have only so much emotional bandwith left for some thing that I know isn’t true and she was asked directly about a certain experience - she will not keep her story the same when we are around other people. She only presents this sort of person to me and it feels a very emotionally draining and I don’t know how to approach it. Especially because some of the things like backhanded comments about marriage or embellished date stories seem so minor It feels frustrating to try to call them out because they are always brushed off.
Another thing she does is continually tries to push a persona on me that I do not feel is my truth. We have a lot of things in common, which is initially why we became friends, but she does not like anyone being similar to her, and if I like anything that similar to her, she will try to “win” very passive aggressively - she likes XY or Z better than I do, or sending me tons of content, saying that this is how she views me or this reminded her of me when it is the opposite of what my personality and interests are like and even my husband said “it seems like she doesn’t want you to be like her at all and she’s trying to turn you into who she wants you to be”
I struggle a little bit with social cues and approaching things directly or too much of a people pleaser away. Should I even address this with her? I cannot end this friendship because I really need this job and we have to work in the same place and she is very very very sensitive to rejection. But she contacts me on almost every platform every single day, and any slight change in my tone is perceived as rejection by her.
TLDR: I have a friend who is also a coworker that is pretty insecure and is creating false narratives about her own life to get validation through me because I will only be kind and things are so minor that I feel struggle calling her out for them. Not to mention it could severely fuck up my work life. But the passive aggression and lack of genuineness at all is emotionally draining me.

I’m 11 weeks and obv no expert but I don’t know anyone pregnant with multiples so wanted to share what’s worked for me in case it helps anyone (and also commiserate a little because wth)
Nausea was bad but not HG.

• Had a random craving around 7-8 weeks for Chipotle (extra rice, no beans, cautiously approaching the mildest meat carnitas) and felt full for the first time in a while, and that was a turning point. I’ve realized if I can be full my nausea is a LOT better. Tricky with so many food aversions and when you don’t want the same food the next day but just try anything.
• after much experimentation, ice water with a splash of light lemonade is what I drink all day. Plain water tastes bad, lemon juice or electrolyte mixes tastes poisonous.
• started feeling starving (and still nauseous) around week 10 and advice in this sub helped aka bulk on protein. Hard to do with meat & peanut butter & egg aversions and a lactose sensitivity but I’m managing. However today for instance I ate 1100 cal and 75g protein by 10am and still felt nauseous and starving. Had a random craving for soup and made a quick creamy potato soup and ate like 4 servings 😅 if your body lets you, just fill it to the brim with whatever food you can stomach. But also protein usually does help a lot.
• random protein things I consume with my limitations: chocolate soy milk, string cheese, Quest hero chocolate caramel bars, most cheese products. sometimes shrimp with cocktail sauce.
• I can’t stand the smell of eggs or meat or the thought of eating them at home, however I’m mostly fine eating fast food lol so do what works. Starbucks bacon sausage egg wrap and Chick-fil-a hash brown bowl with sausage worked for me.

I also had a question for experienced moms: did y’all really drink regular milkshakes and not develop GD? It sounded ridiculous at first but on extra starving days I see the appeal.

Bill Rogers locked the garage door, slid the hose into the driver’s side window, climbed into the back seat, laid down and shut his eyes. When he woke up, he was surrounded by clouds and a blue sky. A man, neither young nor old stood next to him. He wore a coat like an Afghan goat herder, Bill thought, maybe made of sheepskin, or cowhide—tough to say, as Bill was no expert in husbandry. The man was small where Bill was large. Bill was six-three and two hundred and fifty pounds. He had played tight-end in college and lorded his physical stature over small men all his life. He felt it gave him an advantage at contract negotiations. He always made sure to be sitting when the opposing lawyers walked in because his size was hidden. Then he would stand up from behind table—a great reveal, a physical imposition—in an effortless attempt to intimidate the other team. It was mostly an effective strategy. The man, nearly a foot shorter, and a petite lady’s-weight less was standing almost eye-level with Bill. He sheepishly looked at Bill and asked if he was happy now.

“I suppose so,” Bill answered, rather dazed and unaware of all that was happening. “Are you God?” asked Bill. The old man smiled knowingly and set his delicate hand on Bill’s shoulder. “What can I do to make you comfortable?” Bill attempted to stand up but the man’s hand held him in place without applying any extra force. “A scotch would be nice! Do they serve scotch in heaven?” he laughed. The man laughed and gave Bill a scotch.

“Let me tell you, God, I wasn’t sure I was going to make it! When do we go through the pearly gates?”

“I’m afraid you’ve seen too many Hollywood movies. That’s not how it works. Tell me, how was life on Earth?”

“Well, I guess you can tell by how I checked out it wasn’t great. But I am feeling better now. Sometimes you just need a good night’s sleep, I guess, right?”

“I guess so. You weren’t very happy down there. But that’s what I’m here for. You can fix it all now. Tell me, what went wrong in your life?”

“Wait, is this Purgatory then?”

He chuckled, “No. Don’t be silly. What went wrong down there?”

“I knew it—those nuns were all off. Well, for one, I worked too much. I spent 80, 90, 100 hours a week every week for years—hell, probably decades when you add it all up—in the office, chasing the ring, getting the promotion.” His thought broke and he looked at the man and said, “you know I cleared 950-k last year?” Sinking back into his thoughts, “but it wasn’t enough for her. She could give Cleopatra a run for her money. Man she could spend. I worked all the time, always on the road to a different client’s office, eating airport food, never exercising. Traded my health and youth for wealth, then she got to enjoy it. I ended up all alone in my big house, all by myself and my LonelyFans Platinum subscription. Look at me, I got so fat no pretty woman could stand to look at me. If I could do it again, I’d go back and just make 60k a year, keep my health, my good looks, and go to clubs every night and dance with beautiful women. I wasted so much.”

“Wow, thanks for being so honest, Bill. I’m glad you were honest, because now I can give you the chance to fix it. I am going to give you the opportunity to craft the life you always wanted, the life you dreamed of! This is your chance Bill, to do it right this time. You had a full life, you tried out things: some worked, some didn’t—that trip to Tokyo probably didn’t help your marriage, did it; but now that’s all behind, now you get to create the perfect one based on everything you learned. Now you get to play God to yourself. You will have the power to create any life you want: money, women, food, servants, power, glory, the revenge on everybody who did you wrong—anything.”

“Oh, Good Lord, heaven is even better than Mother Superior led on! I get to do that? Now?”

“Yes, I’m granting you this power. Total freedom to do what you want. You deserve it! You’ve earned it, Bill.”

“Ok, so what do I do? Just point and make something happen?”

“Sure,” he said with a chuckle, “everybody always wants to point at things like some Vegas magician. The entire creation was spoken into existence, but ever since Adam people want to point things into existence—whatever makes them happy, I guess. Anyway, you’ve got the power of the Lord, do it however you want!”

Bill pointed to a cloud in front of him and a new truck appeared before his eyes. “Holy moly, I can’t believe it’s real.” The sun reflecting off the chrome was just a big blur to Bill Rogers water-filled eyes. He had to squint to see that it had the turbodiesel engine he had imagined. “I’m not going to get carried away on the wealth. I learned my lesson there. It doesn’t buy happiness. I had eight digits in my savings account,” he looked to see if the man was listening, “and look at where that got me. No, just a simple life for me,” he pointed to a cloud and four-bed, three-bath house with in-law suite and three car garage next to a lush green lawn appeared. It fronted a cul-de-sac. “You can’t take it with you, right?” he laughed.

“Is that it, Bill? What else do you want?”

“Well, like I said, I want to be young and healthy.” His stomach disappeared into his abdominal muscles and the brown spots and wrinkles on his hands vanished into a smooth clear skin.

“And what are you going to do with your time? Go back to your old job?”

“Ohh, you got a good sense of humor, God!” The old man laughed along with Bill. “Like I said, I just want to live a normal life and go to the bars at night, talk to beautiful women. Dance with them, smile, laugh. Have fun, that’s all.”

“Your wish, is my command,” he said, and Bill asked if that is how it really worked, and the old man laughed: “no, but people really started to ask for it after Aladdin got big, so I started doing it.”

“You’re a real people-pleaser, aren’t you, God?”

The small man’s sheepish smile resurfaced and a faint pink tint rose up to his pale cheeks.

“That is it for now, enjoy your new life, Bill. I’ll be back to check on you after a while.”

“Thanks, God, you really are great.”

“Oh, wait, one more thing—I almost forgot. In your newly made, perfect, heavenly life— do you want your children here?”

Bill let out a huge laugh, “of course! How could I forget! Yes, of course, I want to see my children! Not every day—and don’t have the Queen of Sheba bring ‘em by either, if you know what I mean,” he nudged the old man with his elbow, almost knocking his small frame over, “but yes I always regretted not having more time with the kids.”

“Great, I’ll make that happen. I’ll be ba-a-a-a-a-ck,” he said as he turned around.

A door appeared out of nowhere and the old man glided over to it, with his sheepskin coat dragging behind him. The door opened and he walked through it. It began to close, but his coat got caught in the door, and he had to reach back and yank it through. As the coat flew up, Bill thought he saw the tip of a German Sheppard’s tail and wondered if the dog had been there all along, but soon didn’t care as he saw his new neighbor, a young blonde woman in yoga pants and high heels getting into her Mercedes coupe. He tried to get her attention, but she was focused on fixing her lipstick and hair in the mirror as she drove away.

Bill settled down into his new life, got comfortable in his small house and extended cab truck, and began going out to bars and clubs, just as he had imagined. Every night there was a bar to go to filled with beautiful women, and they all were happy to let him buy drinks and chat for a while. Sometimes he would invite one or two to dance and they’d agree, and then disappear with their friends. Other times he would meet a young woman in pub and talk to her; they’d laugh and joke and maybe she would give him her number and maybe not. But he never saw the same woman twice. If he called or texted a woman, she never responded. If he asked a woman if she’d like to go somewhere for coffee she always declined and said she had to get back home.

On the rare chance that a woman did sit down and talk with him, the conversation was always the same: polite introductions, niceties, some flirtatious exchanges. He tried to talk to the beautiful women about life, what they wanted, what mattered to them, but they all just said they liked to have fun to some degree or another.

After three weeks of going to the bars and trying to talk to women, Bill got tired of going out. He stayed at home for a week, then he tried to find his neighbor again. He saw her car in the drive and rang the doorbell, but nobody answered. He only ever saw her driving away.

After a couple slow weeks, he tried going out again, but it was the same routine: a few drinks, a few laughs, nothing to talk about and goodbye, never to be seen again. Bill sat in his truck in the garage and contemplated his after-life. He wiped a tear from his cheek and heard someone knocking on his front door. He let the old man in, and Bill sat down at the barstool.

“Can I take your coat?”

“No, I like to keep it on. I came by to see how you are doing?”

“This isn’t what I thought heaven would be like,” said Bill, hunched forward, hands between his legs, staring at the floor.”

“Heaven?” said the old man, looking up at Bill. “Where did you get that idea?”

“Who are you?”

The old man took off the sheepskin coat and Bill saw the gray and white fur all over his body. The gray tail dragged on the floor, and the old man’s face looked like the snout of a grey wolf.

“This is your own doing, Bill. You made the life you wanted. You’ve had two chances now. This one you are stuck with, forever. No escaping. No crying, no laying down in the back of your truck for eternal sleep. This is the eternal sleep.”

“This is hell.”

“Call it what you will.”

The wolf got down on all fours and walked to the door. “Can you let me out?”

Bill opened the door and the wolf ran outside, almost knocking over the two people walking up Bill’s sidewalk.

“What are you doing here,” he shouted at them.

“We came to see you!”

“No! Get away! Get out of here, go! Go!”

The woman was getting in her Mercedes and looked over to see what the ruckus was about, but then looked away before making eye contact.

“Dad, we missed you! So, we followed you here. The old man told us how to find you! He asked us what our perfect life would be, and we told him ‘we just want to be with our Dad.’”

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I am 24(F) and he is 24(M) Backstory: we have been friends for years. I always thought he was attractive but never saw him in that way until we all moved in with each other. it started off with us having a Snapchat streak and then talking to me all day, everyday while he was at work. We would joke around like we always done, and he would occasionally flirt with me with the whole “we can do that together, I’d rather watch that with you,” or the whole “make me” flirtation. we didn’t act any differently when we would be at home together. Things didn’t change until we slept with each other, and it happened more than once. whenever we did talk about it, he use to ask me why did I wanted to sleep with him and I told him that I found him attractive and went for it. And he told me he felt the same way and that I gave him more attention than he gets from his girl. Now I know it’s wrong of me to condone this behavior. Now I won’t say he “ghosted” me but things between us has slowed down regarding talking all the time and sleeping with each other. I never asked him why or if he regretted anything. But my delusional self is thinking maybe he could have been catching feelings that he was unsure about for me? He told me he wanted to stop for now but then came onto me so it threw me off. He’s sending mix signals, and I am scared to confront him about it. our friendship hasn’t changed in fact we are closer now in a weird way. I catch him looking at me every now and then but it’s hard to read him because he hides his emotions well. I need someone’s insight on what I should do or if I’m just being delusional. I hate situationships. I need to add I don’t want a relationship with him.

I’m still in shock by how my coworkers acted over the last 4 days. The amount of whining and complaining for 3 people in their fifties is simply astonishing. To set the stage- we are all well paid professionals in a technology industry. I make about half of what they do (still a lot, but just to put it in perspective). Part of my job is visiting our vendors and typically a panel of experts joins. This visit was in Europe and only 2 days of work. We’re in one of the coolest cities in the EU, I booked a hotel close to every attraction (plenty of free time after work and the day of arrival), and found great restaurants. I’ve been here before and loved the hotel and everything about the city. Cue the whining!

• room is too loud, when the windows are open I can hear the beer garden outside (shocker- when the windows are closed it’s almost silent)
• there was a delivery of beer at 630am that was loud
• the cathedral chimes exist and make noise
• no English stations except CNN on TV
• the bathroom isn’t nice enough
• the taxi to leave our job site took >45 min to arrive due to a bottleneck and my coworkers descended into panic instead of just waiting their turn calmly. They had no where to be, they were just outraged at waiting. They flagged down a young girl we worked with on her drive out and almost asked/heavily hinted she drive us back. I was mortified.
• there’s no Uber. Taxis don’t take credit cards and have a different booking process than the us.

Two full days of complaints in one of the coolest places ever. I get no place is perfect, but every town and country is different. You can’t expect US conveniences in Europe at all places, get over it! Traveling wouldn’t be fun otherwise!
I’ve traveled every other week for 6 months and have never complained this much over those entire 6 months. Kill me if I ever get as entitled as those people- working a measly 16 hours over 4 days while getting paid $200/hr plus paid to travel plus hired cars and first class airfare, plus free amazing meals and drinks, and free hotel rooms. How am I paid less and the only one that’s grateful?!

My (26F) girlfriend (24F) have been together for about a year now. She has a pattern of getting really upset about something and either self-h*rming or putting herself in harms way. We live at my apartment, but my mom and brothers live with us too.
It always starts with something that isn't catastrophic that upsets her. This time, it was that my ex was trying to text me to see if we could meet up at some point. I said no, and I explained in detail why not. But she was still upset.
She starts getting obsessive about the topic to the point where we can barely enjoy anything else. I tried to keep her focused on us because that's all that matters, but she got upset. I decided to go outside because she was getting loud and I didn't want anyone to wake up. She used herself to block the door several times, like a human shield.
I eventually got outside, which means I got us both outside because she followed me, which was ideal. So long as she's not waking anyone up. So I'm walking brisket away and down the street, until at some point she walks away from me. Meanwhile, she wasn't thinking clearly, and didn't grab her phone or keys to her car. I thought she was still following me, but she wasn't. I kept walking because she always runs up behind me.
At some point I start to turn around and halfway getting home, I see her and we walk up to each other. I tell her I do not want to continue with this level of uneasiness. She tells me some guy tried to attack her and she can't to this with me anymore (She likes to break up and make up so that she can get a reaction from me, and I told her that's not okay to do). She walks away from me back to my apartment. I told her she can stay by her car and I'll grab the things, because she said she was leaving. I figured she was going back to her parent's house.
I was on the phone with her and she said she was coming and she didnt care how much noise she would make. She stopped answering her phone and I didn't know where she was for a while (at this point, it's 2am). Turns out she went to her friends house.then she came back to my place and kept me up all night because she was scared, but also said I'm inconsiderate of how she feels.
This isn't the first time that something like this happened. This is the first time I'm not tolerating it, but I'm not sure how to handle this. I've enver known a woman to put themselves in harms way so much. She even said that she wishes she got taken. That's not the first time she said that either.
So am I the @sshole, or is there a problem here? What do you do when your girlfriend like to endanger herself?