In the bustling world of social media, where trends change in the blink of an eye and new influencers emerge daily, some individuals manage to stand out and captivate the masses with their unique charm and talent. One such rising star is Sanchita Basu, a name that has become synonymous with creativity, authenticity, and youthful exuberance. With her engaging content and relatable personality, Sanchita has carved a niche for herself in the digital space, becoming a beacon of inspiration for many young aspirants.

Early Life and Background

Sanchita Basu was born on March 24, 2003, in Bhagalpur, Bihar, India. Growing up in a middle-class family, she had a relatively modest upbringing. However, her passion for dance, acting, and creating content was evident from a young age. Sanchita's early exposure to the performing arts, coupled with her innate talent, set the stage for her future endeavors in the digital arena.

The Journey to Fame

Sanchita's rise to fame can be attributed to her presence on platforms like TikTok, Instagram, and YouTube. She began her social media journey by sharing dance videos, lip-sync performances, and short skits, which quickly resonated with audiences. Her vibrant energy, coupled with her ability to connect with viewers, garnered her a substantial following in a short period.
When TikTok was banned in India in 2020, many influencers faced the challenge of losing their primary platform. However, Sanchita seamlessly transitioned to Instagram and other Indian short-video platforms like Moj and MX TakaTak, where she continued to thrive. Her adaptability and resilience during this period demonstrated her dedication to her craft and her ability to navigate the ever-changing landscape of social media.

Content and Influence

Sanchita Basu's content is a delightful mix of dance, fashion, lifestyle, and motivational videos. She often collaborates with other influencers and brands, bringing a fresh and dynamic approach to her content. Her dance videos, in particular, have struck a chord with viewers, showcasing her talent and passion for the art form.
What sets Sanchita apart is her authenticity. She frequently shares glimpses of her personal life, family, and behind-the-scenes moments with her followers, creating a genuine connection with her audience. This transparency has helped her build a loyal fan base that appreciates her for who she is, both on and off the screen.

Challenges and Triumphs

Like any social media influencer, Sanchita has faced her share of challenges. From dealing with the sudden ban of TikTok to navigating the pressures of constant content creation, her journey has not been without obstacles. However, her ability to overcome these challenges and continue to grow is a testament to her resilience and determination.
Sanchita's success has also opened doors to various opportunities in the entertainment industry. She has been approached for acting roles in web series and regional films, indicating a promising future beyond social media. Her versatility and willingness to explore new avenues have positioned her as a multifaceted talent to watch out for.

Impact and Future Prospects

Sanchita Basu's impact extends beyond her social media presence. She serves as an inspiration to countless young individuals who aspire to make a mark in the digital world. Her story underscores the importance of passion, perseverance, and authenticity in achieving success.
Looking ahead, Sanchita shows no signs of slowing down. With her growing influence and expanding opportunities, she is poised to become a prominent figure in the Indian entertainment industry. Whether through acting, dancing, or content creation, Sanchita Basu is set to leave an indelible mark on the hearts of her followers and the broader cultural landscape.

Conclusion

Sanchita Basu's journey from a small-town girl to a social media sensation is a compelling narrative of talent, hard work, and authenticity. Her ability to connect with audiences and her relentless pursuit of her passions have made her a standout figure in the digital world. As she continues to evolve and explore new horizons, Sanchita Basu exemplifies the potential of social media to transform lives and create stars who shine beyond the virtual realm.

My ex broke up with me on July 2023 (day before our anniversary). It became a situationship for 8 months until I chose to go no contact as it was ruining my mental health not being able to have the title and date. During this entire time, we did have sex, we would kiss and she would say she loved me and missed me. A month later, she’s dating someone else and posting about it on her IG story and all the dates/trips they are taking — that shattered my heart since I’m still in love with her and felt so easily replaced.
I’m slowly accepting it is over and we can never be anything again. Fast forward to now, a woman who caused issues in our relationship followed me on IG. (Ex thinks I cheated on her with this woman since a video surfaced of me talking to her privately — I can guarantee nothing happened). Anyways, I accepted the follow request and followed back and we got coffee. Truth be told the thought came to mind “maybe I should date this individual” but after getting coffee, I’ve learned our values do not align and she seems immature plus I haven’t had enough time to heal.
I think my ex knows or just recently found out as she shared something on threads about betrayal. (I know, I know, I should not be looking at her social media — I’m working on it!) it caused me anxiety and made me worry because I don’t want her thinking there is something going on. I haven’t spoken to that woman but still have her on social media.
Am I an asshole for following this woman back even though she caused issues in our relationship? Should I even care what my ex thinks? I’m just trying to live my life the same way my ex is without considering me. As delusional as I sound, does this ruin my chances of ever getting back with my ex?

Hello, fellows Tarnisheds and soon-to-be Lords and Queens! Honestly, I've been lurking on this subreddit for a while, and decided to make an account to share with you all my pride and happiness, as I finally got the chance to sat down on the Throne.
Elden Ring is my first From Software game. A lot of my friends tried to get me into Dark Souls and all, but... I never even tried them, too scared to be demoralized by the difficulty, as I ain't a hardcore, mechanical type of player. But a few months ago... They convinced me to give Elden Ring a try. And that's how I ended traveling through the Lands Between, without any kind of guide or wiki. Fully blind, until the end.
I'll be honest... The first dozen of hours were... Terrifying. I began with the Prophet class, and noticing that my flame spell was... Really close ranged didn't really put me at ease. A loooooot of death happened. I faced Margit way too early, got smacked over and over again... And decided to explore a little before coming back to him.
Noticing how huge the map was scared me too. I felt so... Powerless. Just watching how huge the Liurna area was nearly made me drop the game for good. But my friends convinced me to continue.
I kept going with a Faith build, not really knowing what I was really doing. Until... I've killed Agheel, and learned about the Dragon Communion spells. Fell in love with the Idea of being a Dragon Slayer, eating their hearts to get new incantations. So... I went with that for the rest of the game. A more... Arcane/Faith build. To be fair... At first, it was horrible. The spells cost a lot of FP, and I pretty much kept using more traditional spells. But I was having fun. Just making a huge Dragon head appear, and spitting a large breath of pure and burning flames... Was kind of satisfying.
I might have gone with some kind of weird path to reach the end. Never really went to Caelid, as I was to scared of the huge dogs. To be honest, I didn't find the last piece of the lift medallions, as I got into Altus Plateau by a weird dungeon I've discovered purely by luck (which was HORRIBLE, I hated it).
On the other side... I've gone to the Helig-Tree, and faced that horrible rotten lady. My friends heard me crying multiple times over discord calls, as I spent multiple nights trying to beat her. But when I finally got her, I... Just felt so good and proud of myself.
I ended up reaching the end of the game a few days later. And I felt... Kinda empty, for a few hours. I spent so much time to get to that credit scene... It sure was quite something.
Elden Ring was an incredible experience. It was hard. Real hard. But... It gave me such a feeling of freedom. Riding Torrent around the whole map, discovering small dungeon, NPCs, loot... I know that I've missed a lot of bosses, NPCs, Quests... And yet the game still allowed me to reach the end.
I might try to go through New Game +, with a wiki this time, to learn about those quests and bosses I've missed, and maybe find some new way to build my character. Any thing I should try first? Fun builds, fun spells, fun weapons? After that... Maybe I should play the Souls games, or Sekiro. Or Bloodborne. What would you all suggest? I don't know where to start, hahahaha.
Anyway, I know I've written some kind of novella-long post, but... I just wanted to share you my love for the game. And how, despite being terrified by the roughness, and the immensity of the world... I kept pushing forward. I guess I'll wait for the DLC too.

Hi, I know this is mostly for couple relationships. But I don't know where else to post this. I can't post in aith as mostly foreigners are there
I'm 29M. I have some trouble in my family would be a major understatement. The situation is so worse that I can't explain to anyone in my real life. Situation became so dire, I left my house and staying away and my parents calling me failure and abandoner. Its a toxic household. My brother hits my parents and I end up leaving the house while my parents defend him.
3 weeks back my brother hit my father, my father started crying profusely and started to scream and saying he'll call police. I asked my brother to leave. He does but comes back and starts acting lunatically, saying he's ready to go to Jail and loose his job but he'll expose my father for what he is. They had an argument coz he's not marrying and he has a girlfriend from work living not less 200 m away in a separate society. Which has come to our house and met my parents as well. My father had a agreement with him to get married by March this year. But such a manipulator and liar he is that was another one of his delaying tactics. Or maybe he said one two many lies and this caught up to him. When my father out of anger said to him to leave the house, he shamelessly said he won't he also contributed to it. The reason behind his fearlessness was my mother as she supported it. She actually supported him hitting him and later tried to justified by saying it was a minor hit and it didn't break his bone or something.
My brother has a history, he broke my mother's hand when I was in school and he was in college first year. He wanted to stay in hostel and my parents didn't let him. I come back from tuition and witness that. Looking back at it, this fueled his shamelessness and fearlessness as all the relatives knew this and it didn't bother him later on.
My family quite disfunctional since very beginning. We have lived in major cities for most part, my father was working in government service and got transferred a lot. My elder brother (4 years elder) and I work both in metro city and lived with my family here. Father retired last year. Mother a housewife.
Now here's the issue part. My father has been a wifebeater and sole earner. Him and my mother had issues since beginning. And they generally didn't have any understanding is what I saw. Trust was less as well. Mother used to bitch about him which my elder brother took quite well and to certain extent me too, but I started to see through it few times and ramblings of a frustrated woman as my father used to like being reveled by relatives so she feared him being more involved there.
One other side of this also the relationship of my mother and elder brother, they both grew some sort of symbiotic relationship where they each were masking each other's shortcomings by excuses and became each other's support system.
So that was in past then as we grew up our father also matured a bit in past few years but not a lot.
Now, so far it seems like every other family's trouble. Here's the main issue, I started observing certain things since past few years which made me really irked and start to distrust my family.
I don't trust my elder brother since few years 6-7 to be precise. And he has a history of beating me as well. Something in him makes me tick. Like he's trying to treat us like he treats outsiders, for profit of his own. I don't consider him my elder brother either. While my parents always try to shame me by saying I hit him as he is my elder brother, while they themselves flaunt society's rules as they like.
Last few years, I saw some issues with myself and loneliness, one time parents asked me and my brother to come to my father's posted place as he was getting retired and help shift. When I reached I'm told they have planned(my brother and them) a trip and invited me. I hadn't taken any leaves and this was extreme short notice so I couldn't get leaves. They just thought it would be very easy for me to get it. Like I was really pissed. I stayed there alone for 1 week while taking care of their stuff.
When they came back I broke down, and cried and told about my struggles with depression, my mother at that time cried. I suggested them to start searching for a bride for me. Before all this, some stuff was already happening with regards to my brother's marriage since that past year and I wasn't on speaking terms with my brother. But I saw them berating him by saying if he doesn't get married, it will be issue for me. So I tried to calm them separately by telling them to start searching for me if he's not cooperating. Mind you I was settled financially and of age, only thing stopping them was my brother was unmarried then. I thought I had managed to make a breakthrough, and could get some support with my issues but no.
My brother had a girlfriend whom I had met and had visited my house met my parents. She ditched him for reasons only he knows and from then onwards I only saw his hippocrit facade like the way he manipulated lied to my parents about meeting with prospects and finding excuses to not get married. He wasn't interested, just kept delaying and this kept frustrating my parents. He also blamed his failed relationship on my father as he said something angrily along the lines of him hitting his girlfriend when he was angry as he witnessed his father do that all his life.
This caused fights too, sometime I got involved as well. Like he threw food plate at my mother and I intervened. I had to say some harsh stuff and fight ensued. Physical too. This has been an recurring phenomenon.
My parents are no saint either. My father last year beat my mother at age of 60 no less. Like I said very disfunctional family.
After my heart to heart with my parents, they completely forgot about it. They say they didn't but they did. They never mentioned one girl, didn't even make JS/Shaadi profile for me. Look the issue is not that marriage was biggest priority for me. But that it wasn't even a priority for them when I specifically said about it.
Now another tragedy happened. I got laid off. I didn't utter a word. Then in between 6 months later from that talk they stuck me with the most shameless question ever asked by them. They tell me they had it enough with my brother's bullshit and wanted to search for me. I was almost about to lose it. But at that point I was at very low coz of my job situation and was seriously doubting my luck. Still am. Been doubting since Covid. I made up some excuse to make them lose interest in it.
Then some months later in another fight I brought it up and gave them an earful.
During all this I tried leaving my house twice for good. One time I actually rented a place. One time I gave an ultimatum that he leaves or I leave but my parents somehow convinced me to stay. Toxicity was through the roof. Parents fighting often, quite on the edge of physicality, my mother doesn't hold bapck a bit if we are around. My father is I feel is semi bipolar always on ego trip. And my brother a lying manipulator angling for his gains.
This time I couldn't hold back and decided to leavd I won't come back at all. I offered to take my father too. I declared my mother's case hopeless as the way she behaved after my brother hit my father and proudly berated him shamelessly like she felt someone took revenge of all those years of beatings and shame she got. While I held my head in shame by looking at what was unfolding. I couldn't hold back and abused them for their behavior. These shameless people started coming at me.
I was irked at the fact that my brother had his girlfriend living in the neighborhood and she used to come and visit and my folks weren't least bit bothered as they thought these guys were getting married. When in fact my folks had not even talked with her parents. Only with her elder sister who was doing a love marriage inter caste after threatening to take poison. So my mother was like believe in love an all that crap and talk about social and family values too. I am not conservative I met his first girlfriend before anyone else in family. But this was too much, if you are such big into love and family values and keeping appearance in society then marry and end it. Apparently the girl wanted to marry only after elder sister marries, so society rules exist for her but not for my family.
All this combined I stated my discomfort shared an ultimatum that he should leave and stay separately till his matter is resolved. My mother and brother came at me. They called me failure and said I was jealous of him cause of my failures to secure a person in my life. So I realised my mother was with him
I know this is too much but coz of this I left and this time I thought I was leaving with my father's blessings, but I was wrong that was just momentary coz of his anger after getting beaten by my brother.
I have been living away now for few weeks just few km away. So that I can go back if required but now the tune of my parents have changed completely. They are calling me deserter coz I left house. How can I live in that toxic family household ? And a lot of other things, as I can't help but scream at their shamelessness.
I wish old age days come back coz then you could call few relatives to sort things out. Or atleast discuss who's wrong, here they justify their doings as everyone is doing it in society, everyone fights, everyone's a little shameless so its fine. While I can't just become ostrich and deal with things when it strictly affects me. My brother's actions deeply affected me. I was depressed and had to deal with it alone, coz my parents were too busy with his bullshit and then I saw their real self. Lots of stuff I haven't mentioned here. Like how my own father defended him getting beaten as his own fruits of his deeds to defend my brother. That broke the straw for me and made me realise he was the favorite son for both of them. No amount of his shameful deeds can change it. And they will bend backwards to justify it.
Worst part is which I can't shake off, I called them selfish, shameless, mental and stupid fools who got cheated by their own son. They are equating it with my brother's beatings. Saying I'm equally as deplorable as him, as its equal as beating. In which world ?
Am I the asshole ? Should I continue on my path. Discussions and talks with my parents result in screamings as I need a neutral party as they changed the rules of civil society to fit their narrative as society has changed so its fine as everyone does it. I told them if they can find even one person their age group who thinks I'm wrong I'll come back and apologise. They told me they have no interest in getting laughed at and this happens everywhere. And I am equally guilty for abusing them. I can't take it any more. Is staying in family means becoming like then ? Is that the rule ?
My family is saying to come back and stay there and my brother will leave after getting married, saying I'm equally guilty in this as I also said harsh stuff. How is happening in this shitty world ?
TLDR: Left toxic family where brother hits father. Has history of hitting me and mother too. Parents fight too physically and defend him and his actions. And asking me to stay in that environment.

TLDR: I've been seeing this guy for 3.5 months. I said something offensive and now I'm considering to leave him because I think he'd be better off without me.
Long version
Let me tell you a bit about myself first. I'm 26F, senior at college. I've been in a long relationship that ended last year. We lived together pretty much the entire time. But I was mentally checked out for the last year or two. When we finally broke up and he left the apartment, I didn't want a relationship for a long time. I was ok flirting a bit here and there, but in the end I didn't want anything serious. Fast forward to February 2024. Finals were over, my friends went back to their hometowns to visit their families. I had to stay in town for a bit longer for some paperwork. I've been all alone almost for a couple weeks. So I posted on a reddit sub, looking for a friend to get a cup of coffee and chat.
I met with someone who reached out. He's 4 years younger than me, but studying a similar subject. He's kind, funny, educated himself in so many areas. He's not "omg look at that hottie" kind but more like "wow, he's kinda got a charm" kinda looking guy, to me at least. I didn't think or want anything other than friendship when we met up. We had the best time ever. We parted and next morning he immediately hit me up with a date request. I was shocked and panicked. I told him I wasn't looking for a relationship and he said "it's okay, I just want to get to know you"
We went on the date, it was kinda awkward since I hadn't been on a date for literally years lol but I guess it was alright. We went to see a play and had dinner after. After that night he told me he liked me. I said it's too soon. He gave me some space since he was gonna be out of town for a couple weeks, but we kept texting. The day he got back, he immediately asked to meet up for a coffee. I accepted since I didn't have anything else to do. He's easy to talk to and he can lead the conversation pretty smoothly. He's definitely charming, I'm never bored with him. We laugh and talk. We spent a month like that and we finally became closer, not really a couple but just close. Right before I left, we became intimate and it wasn't really what I expected... But I didn't lose attraction to him, we both weren't very experienced anyway. We finally cuddled and I fell asleep for a minute, then I woke up to the sound from the movie. He was whispering to me that he loves me and I'm so beautiful, thinking I'm still sleeping. I pretended to be asleep because I didn't want to say I love him too. It was too soon for me.
I thought we would lose contact when I left town but we kept talking and we became even much closer. He keeps me informed like where he is, who he is with, stuff like that etc like we're a couple. I wasn't quite ready to be there yet. I let him know that I want to spend more time together and make sure how I feel but I told him that I liked him and cared about him. He was okay with waiting. We spent weeks like this, kinda like LDR. He's always kind and funny and charming. I have my doubts time to time since he's a bit younger and sometimes he can be a little childish as well but not in an annoying way.
Fast forward to last night, we were on the phone and we were talking about something and laughing. Then I reminded him a conversation we had and that I sent him a youtube video, and said "it was like I was making a child watch a video to keep them busy", we have an inside running joke that he's a child because he's younger than me. It's definitely a joke, he calls me milf if you wanna know. We both have inside jokes like that.
But he was really offended by it and giving me the cold shoulder since. He was really calm and sad the whole conversation. It broke my heart that knowing I hurt him. He's a good person and I don't think he deserves this. I didn't even think it was a big deal until he said it was heartbreaking that I even thought of this, let alone saying it.
So my question is, even though it's not an established relationship, should I leave him and let him be happier with someone who won't hurt him?
This man absolutely adored and worshipped me and made me feel like I was important. Ofc there were times I didn't feel like it but it was still better than anything I had. And I can't believe I hurt him for something so stupid.
Tell me what to do reddit?

He would go on and on about a discontinued pen series that apparently made his handwriting stellar. One day his friend managed to get a set on an overseas travel. He put it in a drawer. It was there for a long time. I had started high school. I needed pens for school - and it was just there in the drawer so I took them.
He came home and went ballistic that his pens were missing. He didn't suspect me because I was "the good child". Mom and sibling took the brunt.
Decades later I'm all grown, I have a full time job and I bought boxes of those pens online for his birthday. His smile was worth it. I suppose we both got healed that day.
That was Confession #1. Confession #2:
I've always looked more wealthy that I let om in various social settings: school, workplace, friendships etc. My parents ensured I had enough to dress to the nines and have nice things to present myself nice to the world. Latest fashion clothes, swankiest shoes, the coolest stationaries (I was the kid with 128 crayon box, scented erasers and pencil cases like Smiggle and cartoon backpacks). So people thought I come from money.
The truth is it is all just that - presentation so kids won't make fun of me or isolate me due to poverty. I found out years later Dad ensured I was able to show off in school like this because he would wear his tattered and raggedy uniforms and shoes to school with no books and stationaries and he was treated poorly by teachers and kids alike. He did not want his kids to endure that humiliation. So he would dress nice to work too and dressed us even better. Sometimes when we find out these things about our parents we understand a lot of things.
Confessions #3: I am extremely depressed and think about offing myself all the time. I always get praised for being chill and funny. Nah mate, I literally walk around like an empty shell of a person with nothing in my heart.

I am quite a familiar user of standing desk (and ergonomic chair, too) and thought that maybe all the isssues and experiences I had with my standing desks as a long-time user can help those who are considering buying one:

1. Never buy 1-motor standing desk, no matter how good its price is. Trust me on this as you will probably regret it shortly after 2-3 weeks of using it. First, 1-motor standing desk means weaker loading capacity. This will cause you trouble if you want to customize your desk. An average 1-motor standing desk can lift up to 100 - 150 lbs, but don't forget that this also includes your tabletop. A solid wood tabletop with the size 48''x24'' can weigh ~30 lbs already, not to mention all those stuff like monitor arm, 1-2 monitors and dozens of accessories on top of it (let's imagine you have a gaming monitor that's 34 inches wide, 2 sets of speakers, 1 CPU, keyboard, books, other decorations...ask yourself how long your 1-motor standing desk can survive with all these things). Apart from this, 1-motor standing desk also have high risk of causing uneven issue (because only 1-leg have the motor and the other doesn't) -> trust me, you don't want to buy a desk and plan to use it for 2-5 years, then constantly have to reach out to CS just because your standing desk has a silly problem)
2. Invest in the frame, not the top: The most important part of a standing desk is its frame, not the top. The desk frame hosts all the technology inside it and directly affect 80% of your experiences. A deks frame that's considered good enough is one that is made of SPCC steel, can lift up to at least 200 Ibs. You should also check what's the max & min height of the desk frame to know if it's suit you or not. For me a good height range should be somewhere between 26'' to 53'' (some products in the market are now offering around 29'' to 52'', and for me it's okay but some of my friends said that with 29'' min height it's still too high for them). Also, normally after like 1-2 years, you might want to change your tabletop due to its decreased quality, or you just simply want to refresh your workspace. So you're gonna keep the frame and get rid of the old tabletop. That's why invest too much money on the tabletop in the beginning is not a wise choice to make.
3. Choosing the right top: This can greatly vary depending on each user's preferences, but I believe most of the discussions would be about this thing: MDF or Solid wood. To summarize it: MDF is cheaper, lighter, and less affected by environmental changes (places where humidity is high can eventually affect the quality & finishing of solid wood furniture). In the meantime, solid wood top is heavier, sturdier and more aesthetically pleasing. Solid wood can come with different natural shapes and patterns if you a fan of these things. Also, there's one thing that lots of standing desk sellers or brands won't tell you, is that the shipping cost of solid wood top is quite pricey due to its weight. So if you plan to buy a solid wood, be aware that it's not that you are paying more for better quality, but sometimes you are paying more for shipping. I also asked some of my friends and colleagues about whether they like mdf or solid wood tabletop, and it's 50 50. But there's one thing I agree: people choosing solid wood top over mdf is not because of the finishing or quality but more about the looks and feels of it. As nowadays technologies allow standing desk makers to improve the finishing quality of their mdf top way better than before, and when it's out in the market it's difficult to pinpoint any imperfections on the quality (also, there's this thing called UV coating which is applied in the production of mdf wood top, the harder the UV coating is, the better the quality of the tabletop. you can search more on Google, I am not a technical expert so I will pass it here)
4. Price: A 2-motor standing desk starts from $300 - $500 (Autonomous, Flexispot, Fezibo), or $600 - $800 (Ergonofis, Branch, Uplift), or above $1000 with some big brand names (HM/Fully, Secretlabs...). And it's really up to your budget, but for me it's not really worth investing in more than $1000 for a standing desk (I notice some brand like deskhaus sell their desk at $2000 which is crazy). I understand that higher price come higher quality, but please keep in mind this: will you actually use all of that crazy features and functions that go with that crazy price? For example, a $1000 desk frame (without top) is surely more sturdy than a $300-$400 one, and can lift up to 400 Ibs, but do you really need that capacity? For me, there are products that I just need them to be good enough and come with a fair price, and desk are one of them.
5. Other things, keypad design, warranty...:. For some people, keypad design is a minor thing, as long as it functions well. But for me I have a different point of view. The interesting thing about the keypad are it's a small part of a standing desk but can significantly contribute to the overal feelings of user about the desk itself, depending on its design and how you interact with it. There a different types of keypad design in the market: Physical button; touchscreen (button or slide, like Ergonofis desks); and touchless (like the SmartDesk Levitate) Mine are physical button (from Autonomous), and it's alright. But I wish it has more cool features, like the touchscreen slider of Ergonofis or a integrating the keypad onto the desk top, like Secretlabs Magnus Pro. For me the important thing about the keypad is how cool/asthetic it looks, not its function. Because the memory presets and standing/sitting modes are way too basic to be considered, and almost all brands offer this so it's not a big concerns. But from the moment you interact with a cool, creative keypad design, you can immediately tell if you love that desk or not.

TL;DR: Go for 2-motor standing desk; invest money in the desk frame over the top; don't go for expensive standing desk (>$2000) unless you have to/or have budget; cool/creative keypad design can positively affect your overall experiences.

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Masa Takanashi 🍶 & 2daime Tappuri Tarako Man 🆕

2daime Tappuri Tarako Man

Right there! The Best Bros (Mei Suruga & Baliyan Akki) are the Asia Dream Tag Champions. While the Belt Days might not be numbered anymore, the champs still protect their gold against all foes with equal passion. “Apple Goblin” Mei Suruga tends to be the one who seals the deal, one way or another. This Pin Specialist and Submission Innovator will find a way to put their foes down, every single time. Someday the world will acknowledge her genius! The Ace of ChocoPro, Akki, manages to keep a cool head unlike his short tempered partner. His breezy strike combos and all around skills are unrivaled in the Square. Will the Zephyr of Ichigaya perform an aerial feat? Will he wrap his opponents in that brutal Kimagure Lock? Together, these two are a universal threat. The BestBros are not only the champs, but also the pinnacle of ChocoPro's tag division. The Genius & the Ace will be looking to send another message to Masa ahead of the Apple Ambitious show at the end of the month. Can they defeat the next strange appearance?
Speaking of which, the person bringing this series of foes in is the Drunken Monkey, Masa Takanashi! He is smooth as butter in both the ring and square. Being a defensive tactician and tag specialist comes in handy! His flashy counter-fighter style is a great support role, and incredibly effective against multiple opponents. Since this will be on the road to the Thunders title shot against the Bros, expect the Drunken Monkey to continue to grind them down! He’ll be joined by another hired gun to bring down the BestBros before their title defense, this time in the form of...a food man? Who or what is 2daime Tappuri Tarako Man!? Tarako consists of plain, salted sacks of pollock or cod roe. It’s a delicious part of Japanese cuisine! But this one wrestles. There was once another version of this food to appear in the GTMV universe, but this mystrious wrestler is the second generation (not at all because Masa is the tag partner, of course). They’ll be plenty of cod roe related humor in this one...and potentially Mei trying to eat a sentient creature (again). Did you know Tarako is the roe of the Alaskan Pollock, which is actually a cod, despite its name?

Erii Kanae 🎼

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Bambi 🆕

Erii’s Trials: 2 Months, 20 Years

Take-down specialist Erii Kanae is always fired up! With Lime Green gear, fierce determination, and an air of mysterious potential, the latest member of GTMV will be looking to prove herself! This tackle-focused rookie is all about going on the attack, when she isn’t nimbly dodging her seniors. Watch for that shot-put style strike! Her relentless offense and overwhelming fury could be the key to taking down her veteran opponent. Can she overcome another difference in power to bring down Bambi? Show your endless passion, Erii!
Bambi finally appears in the numbered ChocoPro episodes! This whip brandishing freelancer is a product of the Kaientai Dojo (much like Hagane Shinno!) and is celebrating her 20th Anniversary in Pro-Wrestling (compared to Erii’s two months!). She has appeared in plenty of promotions across her long career...and also is a comic illustrator! Ichigaya has been attracting artists these days. Bambi’s size, power, and experience will probably give her an edge over the plucky rookie, but this will be an excellent lesson for Erii. Remember, Bambi overpowered both Obi & Mei in her last appearance!

Popcorn Carnival (Chie Koishikawa 🏵️ & Sayaka Obihiro 💙)

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Setouchi Sisters (Miya Yotsuba 🍀 & Nonoka Seto 🍋)

Pure Energy

The Popcorn Carnival continues! The always spicy Sayaka Obihiro, when paired with “Too Much Energy” Chie Koishikawa, are a high impact striking duo that will always bring it in the Square. The recently recovered Chie is a very warm presence, but even more so with her Hero, Mentor, and the chaotic Soul of Gatoh Move itself: Obi! The Blue Heart & Guard Dog of Ichigaya always leave a mark on their foes, and this time they will be further motivated to punish their juniors. It should be a fun mix of the unique fencing chops of the shark loving girl that loves to say “Hello!”, and the almost magic movement and pinning style of “Sprint” Obi. Chie's journey into counters and advanced tactics has made her a real threat! Are we gonna see some of Obi's devastating heavy chops, second only to the Oni herself? On top of all that, this is one of the most charismatic combo's that ChocoPro can field. These two together are loud, energetic, out of control, and on a roll! Can the Sisters bring an end to the Popcorn Carnival?
Did you know that Miya Yotsuba & Nonoka Seto are actually sisters? With each match, the Setouchi Sisters continue improving their natural synergy. Miya provides an intense power and presence unheard of in someone so new to the sport, while Nonoka is an inferno of passion and speed. Miya’s hammer blows and backbreakers can help even the odds, while Nonoka’s adaptability combined with her agility can be a game changer. She’s making great use of her Cravat technique! Together they’re improving at an alarming rate. The students of Mei Suruga are proving their worth on every showing. Can the Sisters establish themselves as a high threat tag team by taking down the Carnival? Facing off against a loud and energetic team with momentum is a tough task, but these two spunky sisters are more than capable of giving their seniors a run for their money. Will Miya overwhelm them with her power? Can Nonoka out maneuver their quick foes? They’ll have their work cut out for them, but everyone loves an underdog. Good luck, Setouchi Sisters!
Until next time!
ChocoPro is a free online promotion run by AEW's Emi Sakura, that takes place in the legendary Ichigaya Chocolate Square! It features a steady pace of Episode releases, fan interaction, long story arcs, and much more! A place where the turnbuckles are replaced with 14th floor windows, the ropes are replaced with fans, unforgiving walls provide creative avenues for skills otherwise unthinkable, and you can take solace in knowing that the referees usually do nothing. While it might be a shocking change at first, the intensity and storytelling will leave you wanting more. Think of it like the Hart Dungeon but as a promotion, if that helps! If you have any questions, feel free to ask me.

I bought FO4 at launch and played a dozen hours or so, definitely enjoyed myself but remember getting side tracked by something else. In watching the tv show with my wife, it gave me the motivation to come back to this game and I’m so happy I did! I’m having an absolute blast, taking my time and combing over the map thoroughly while not rushing the story. I’m so involved with this game right now I woke up at 4am to play a couple hours before work, and that’s not common for me.
I’m still pretty early, I finished up Concord and am supposed to go to Diamond City but I’ve just been free roaming.
I found the doctor near Lexington and proceeded due west from there. Was heading toward that large body of water that has a bridge / road across it. Upon reaching the other side, with no warning or cue I just instantly died. My heart skipped several beats and I almost fainted, it was scary as hell!
The only thing that made sense is that I thought I heard a sniper round go off. Is that what happened in this location? Are there snipers over here? I haven’t encountered any enemy using snipers against me yet so I definitely was not anticipating that, if indeed that’s what happened. Otherwise I just randomly dropped dead lol.
Going with the assumption that there’s snipers over here able to one shot me, is this an area I should return later to? Not much in the way of cover to proceed.
Just looking for some pointers, wow has this game been so much fun. My heart rate took several minutes to calm down, I’ve been so invested! Have been playing on Hard and that marks my first death.

This is going to make me sound pathetic but I need to get this off my chest in a rant. I have never been this frustrated with a game. I am twelve hours into Dark Souls and I only JUST beat that knight in the Undead Parish. I spent a good three hours trying to get from under the dragon bridge to the gate lever. Then I realized by a stroke of luck that I could just fucking wait for the dragon to jump down and run under him to that bonfire. I am not exaggerating when I say I have died HUNDREDS of times. Almost every time, I die somewhere I’ve already been, making zero progress. I know they say that if you die again it means you haven’t learned, but here’s the thing- I HAVE learned. Once I iron out my mistakes and find a good way to accomplish something I still end up dying repeatedly. Sometimes it’s because my sword keeps clanging off the wall. Sometimes it’s because the camera lock just disappears and I end up using a heavy attack on the floor. One time an enemy jumped backwards to its death and the momentum of my swing carried me over the edge. Don’t get me started on the poison rats. And I have all of this frustration and exhaustion despite having seen not even 10% of the game. It feels awful. It isn’t even remotely fun. When I finally got to the parish knight he still took me three tries, and killing him brought me no enjoyment. I just sighed and shut my pc off.
I’ve been a dark souls fan for years now without having actually played the first game. I know all the lore by heart and have been obsessed with the concept but didn’t have the time to play. Since I got into FromSoft games I have played Elden Ring twice and gotten all endings in Sekiro, which is my favorite game of all time. I waited to play the DS trilogy and having completed what most consider to be From’s hardest games, I assumed DS would feel like a nice challenge. Instead I feel utterly dejected. I feel like this rite of passage, this work of art that is a legitimately transformative experience for people, just isn’t for me. And I have a really hard time accepting that. But beyond not being fun, this experience has just made me feel awful. It’s been demoralizing. Beating this game was something that was really important to me, and I think I’m finally ready to just “go hollow,” uninstall the game, and go do something else with my day. I understand why it’s great, and I deeply love its visuals, lore, and philosophy, but I fucking despise the gameplay and I don’t think it’s something I can overcome through practice. I can no-hit Isshin the Sword Saint but I have died more than 30 times to the same spear skeleton. Ten hours to beat the tutorial is as good a try as you can expect from anyone. I think I’m done.
I know it’s ridiculous to think that anyone cares about anything I’m saying here, but I just feel the need to say it. I might delete it later. I’m pretty emotional about it. I always thought one day I’d be able to say I beat it, but I can’t keep putting myself through this. Games are supposed to be fun, and nothing about DS1 is fun for me at all.

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Reader Advisory: The next couple of parts contain talk about a number of sensitive topics centered around PTSD. I'll have some space here so you don't accidentally see something you didn't want to, but if you read on, just know, it is to a purpose, and yes, it does concern some of my own experiences with PTSD.
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I hate this. This feeling of them all around my mind, but I need to see it. How did Keith become this? I can feel my tribemate, Hoda... I had expected her to choose to be my wife, but I feel it, she has become wife to Keith.... whatever, it is unimportant. I am Trayg, and I have four wives already, and at least six when I am done with this 'game'. He is a strong warrior, and I need to learn his strength. I feel all the other weaklings, though. Bah, weak, but they provide in their own ways to make up for it.
Keith's song begins again, and I feel things shift around me, and I see my first view of this Earth. For such a warrior, I expected a stronghold, but it is anything but. The sun is bright on this house, and I see farms back behind it, lines of trees to protect from the wind between fields, and a warm breeze flows outward. And then, I see him, a child, pedaling furiously on some contraption, a bag clutched in his hand, his knuckles paling from how hard he holds it. A tithe for his father, something to instill pride, though the memory does not remember what is inside. I follow the boy as he comes off of the contraption, letting it fall away as he sprints into the house, and suddenly, a sharp, loud bang fires off... something is wrong.
The sound is incredibly loud, the force of it I can feel even from here, but no birds stir, no rodents scurry, and I follow the boy, and something... feels wrong about what I am seeing, what I am hearing, like something screams already, but is muffled, and I can smell the blood already. The boy proceeds up the stairs, still sprinting with his tithe in hand, and the door to his father's chambers open... and the scent does not change, the whole scene is frozen in that moment, no birds chirping. Something is wrong, this still image. Something.... this scene is not real, and I feel the press of minds, Val calling out for me to halt, but I will not have things hidden from me, and I step forward, and I feel it tear, the whole world ripping apart around me. The scene is changed. The sound... it was not made outside the house, the boy did not enter after. He entered as his father took his own life, and I felt the minds shift, and the words of Keith's song pierce the vision:
You can't kill me if I'm already dead Buried alive by the things that they've said I killed myself, but no one knows
I felt a hand, but not in the shelter, the yurt that we occupied. Azoccu. I watched as he stepped into the room with a screaming child crying out for his father to wake up, and Azoccu knelt beside him, "Oh, child, no one should have seen this. This is not your fault."
He laid his hand on him, and the scene faded. Amongst the others, I could feel the Trils. They were gaining power from this somehow, but there was no time to think. Scenes whipped by, the boy at the funeral, comforting his grandparents, and something was wrong, but not the scene. The adults. They gave empty platitudes, and they spoke about him when they thought he could not hear:
"How do you even get over seeing something like that? He's so young..."
"What happens to him now?"
"First his mom, then his dad? Kid's gonna end up in a rubber room."
The boy's grandparents were broken down, inconsolable in seeing the body of their child, and then I felt Dukaetha enter, hopping along to sit next to the boy. Why is she the only one? Where are his friends? His family? Why is no one showing him how to grieve? Why is he the one comforting?
The scene shifted, and the rabbitfolk faded, and I watched as he stood off by himself, watching his father being lowered into the ground in a brown box, until another grandfather stepped up to him, this one hardier, with thick hair over his lip, calloused hand laying on the boy's shoulder, and knelt down, "Hey there, bit. Tell you what, me and Gramma had us a talk about it, and we'd like you to come live with us. How's that suit you?"
The boy trembled, bitter tears coming out, "Pop-Pop... I... I want dad back."
I watched the boy break, but... this is wrong. I felt a similar feeling from Hoda. Where were the other family? Why was his tribe not coming together for him? Two ceremonies for a corpse, and none of them to take him as ward except for an old man and woman? Where were the tribe's children? Even their shaman seemed more concerned over the dead one. Hoda stepped forward, praying over the boy as was her place as shaman.
The scene fell away, and more scenes came past. The boy grew, his 'Pop-Pop' teaching him to hunt, to farm, to ride, but I felt my anger building. His tribe pulled away from him, pulled back. They said the right words, expressed sorrow at the loss, but they all held back from him, like they might somehow catch his grief like a disease. It kept going, increasing as his grandparents died, one after the other, and steadily I watched as members of our new tribe stepped forward to be with him in those moments.
The rage welled up within me, growing by the moment. Again, and again.... I bellowed out, breaking the connection, and shoved aside those in my way as I stalked from the building, hearing the words of Keith from his stage:
As these judging eyes surround me And silence tearing me apart Only seeing to the surface They refuse to see my heart
I stalked across to one of the empty shelters, taking shelter from the storm raging around, and I screamed. I paced, and I felt the insane rage within my chest. I needed to fight, I needed to let this out, before it could stain my spirit. I ripped the hatchet from my belt, and put everything into hacking into one of the logs that were used for seating. I swung again and again, putting every bit of my anger into the act when I heard the door bang open. Val. She stepped inside, "Are you okay, Trayg?"
I threw the hatchet into what was left of the log, "Fuck your entire species!"
She stepped back as I stepped forward, shocked, "Look, I get it-"
"THEY ABANDONED HIM!"
She shook her head in that negative way the humans used, "No, they-"
I slammed a fist into a pillar, "Don't lie to me! I saw it with my own eyes! His whole tribe left him to rot save for one old man and woman who were too old to be caring for a young boy. Where were his friends?! Where was his shaman to heal his spirit? Where was anyone for him?!"
Val teared up, and stayed mute, "My world may be savages, but we never would have left a child like that."
I pushed past, exiting the shelter to go back, "And I won't abandon him now."
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I choose this platform to say sorry to a person I hurt 15 years ago. I know we have our own lives today but I would like to take the courage to say sorry. For me to also move on and validate the feelings I had this moment. I'm not a good writer but I want to share my story. Do you guys experienced having no memory of a certain situation in your life? It's like you remember the person but not fully apprehend what "really" happened to both of you? Seems like there is a missing puzzle in the big picture? It happened to me and realized everything after all the embarrasing things I did. I was like acting the victim before and not knowing I am to blame after all. Year 2023 when I came back in my country, I'm working overseas by the way. As I went home, I declutter my personal things and there I saw some letters wayback 15years ago. Letters during our retreat activity college days. I read all their sweet messages and I stumbled to read a letter written by my crush. After reading his short and sweet letter I'm sobbing. Tears rolling down my cheeks and asking myself, what was my reaction when I read his letter before? Like what did I do?!! Did I read this? I'm thinking so hard searching for answers in my head about his letter but got no answer. It was so vague to me that I cannot find the answer I'm looking for in my mind and in my memory. All memories and emotions were bleak during that specific time. Throughout the day, all I'm thinking about was his letter. Thoughts like, yeah, I do have a crush on him during college days and it is too impossible that I disregarded that letter. I'm thinking crazy things already about his letter yet I cannot remember what really happened. I contacted my close friend who's been with me since college. She's like my sister from another mother who knows everything since college days. I started the convo sending her the letter he wrote for me and instantly she recognize who wrote it. She even ask me what did I do when I read the letter before or did I even bother to read the letter? I told her I cannot remember what I did before but one thing that's clear to me was our friendship seemed to drift away even before the graduation day. That's why I was'nt able to contact him after graduation day till up to present. Thinking, I was just the girl who just learned that the guy I like before, liked me back after reading the letter, my friend give me a silly suggestion of giving him a PM. Yes, we are classmates, friends during those days. He was on my list of friends in my socmedia yet after all this years, I never sent him a PM. I just wanted to say hi but I'm too embarassed to do it. Overthinking stuff and crazy ideas crossing in my mind. Then all of a sudden I saw in my screen 11:11am, immediately type hi and hit send button. Feeling embarassed that I pm-ed him first at the same time doubting if he still knows me, I'm too anxious in wanting to have or not to have a reply from him that time. Morning the next day upon checking my phone I got a reply from him, 👍 at 5:55am. Being weirdo again all I did was to talk to myself early that morning to give him a reply or not. I'm thorn of doing so or what. Then I just decided to give him a message of asking how is he, introducing myself, hope he's doing okay, message him because of blah, blah then wishin him luck and good day. Ugh, still embarassed. I thought it will be the end of our convo but he replied back saying he's doing okay. He remember me saying I'm his classmate and I'm happy that he's doing good now in his new career. He also ask how I'm doing and what do I do these days. We exchange 4-5 convo until he stop responding. I'm like yeah, that's it. I'm sure he's busy and I understand his profession demands time but I also want myself not to expect anything in REALITY. I'm being too emotional as of the moment that all I got to think was him and his letter creating imaginary things between us. I'm a rational person so as I pacify myself and calm down the thoughts in my mind, I decided to write everything in my journal. As I write down my thoughts, the question of how's and why's, slowly I remember everything that happened 15 years ago. I clearly remember the thoughts I had, the decisions I made and how I ghosted him. Circa 2009. 4th year college. I have a guy friend who's my classmate during 3rd year since we were block section. He's also my block groupmate. Maybe we became close because we were together most of the times. He's tall, lanky, sweet, caring, funny and brainy. He's the type of guy who only bring a notebook in the room, I never saw him with a bag in normal schedule of classes but hey he always pass. And as a cheapskate college girl, I used to take down notes and do everything as I can to not spend extra penny. I become aware of him being sweet to me by borrowing my notes saying she can understand my handwriting, sitting beside me on classes where sitting position is not required, going to library doing group activities, walking side by side in school aisle and seeing him giving me a sweet smile. Getting him caught staring at me then he will just smile mirorring his eyes. It seems like normal things right? But I can sense there is something behind those small gestures. I also shared this to my friend that I can sense there is something about him but he never confirm anything at all. He was never even bothered when he knew one of my girl friends told him she had a crush on him. I got a little jealous during that time, I even got jealous on her friends that were beauties during college days. He was a friendly guy but knows how to be a gentleman. Since, no admission of feelings in his part we continued to be good friends, him still giving the same care and treatment to me. I can't remember if it was 2nd trimester when we had our retreat activity. It was months also before our graduation day and then after that will have our in-house review for upcoming board examination. Everyone is excited to attend the retreat because we can give a rest on our tired minds. We rented a good place with a perfect weather during that time. During our last day, the last task given to us is write a letter to each person in your group. He was my groupmate during the retreat. We can read the letter after the activity or if we have time to spare. I decided to read mine when I got home. Me and him are still good during that time. When I arrived home, I started reading their letter, I read his letter last. His letter goes like this,
A_____, " I have met you on a cloudy Monday and now you never knew how much I loved the rain." Your a gentle child and very sincere. You are very concern to all the people around you and thats what make you different from others. You can carry things up and I know you can make it. Goodluck and Godbless. I am just on yourside waiting for you to tap me and call my name.
I'm shocked yet relieved knowing that what he's doing towards me is confirmed in his letter. It might be a indirect confirmation but I think it still says so. I'm happy to know he's not just a friend caring for me but someone special who took care of me all this time. But as my happiness took over me, that feeling of anxiousness and cowardice envelops my entire body. Confessing his feelings, then now, what? What will happen in our friendship? How do I face him, as I am shy girl before? If I tell him I like him too, what will happen to us? Graduation day is in the corner, inhouse review is giving us pressure, licensure examination will happen in next few months and I need to focus, to study to pass the exam. Those were my concerns at that time. So, I made up my mind. Without giving him any answer, without telling him what I have in my mind, without him knowing what I really wanted to say despite the concerns I had in mind. I let him go without telling him what I feel towards him that time. Following days at school, I started avoiding him. I dare not to look at him directly in his eyes. I never got to talk to him about his letter. And as days passes by giving him same treatment and distance, I saw him once looking at me, his eyes saying like giving up. From then on, our friendship drifted off. I never got to talk to him in our graduation day, even in succeding events after our licensure exam. I did pass my licensure, he also did. I'm not expecting he will talk to me or greet me if ever we crossed our path again. He was my first love. But I never give him the chance. There might be a future for our relationship but I never gave him a chance. To my lovecrush, I am sorry for ghosting you, for not giving you a chance, and for leaving you hanging-up. I know I'm a big coward, selfish, self centered and faint hearted person when it comes to you. Confessing and telling you what my heart wants before will NOT/NEVER change anything now. But I wanted to say this for me to let go of the feelings that I still have for you. Lovecrush, I like you too. I care for you too. I did become a scaredy cat before telling you my true feelings are but know that after all those days knowing you like me too, I always think of you. The heartbeak I give to myself and to you, left me no choice but to suppress the pain and convince myself to forget the painful choice I made. Thank you for letting me feel how special I am in my own way. Thank you for being my green flag.❤️ Thank you for being warm, caring, thoughtful and loving friend.🥰 Now, I will never ever forget the memories we shared before even if it brings joy and pain. It is now my treasure. Thank you so much lovecrush. You will always be my first love and first heartache.🙂 I know you can make it in life. You're such a kind hearted soul. Wishin you all the best in life! Takecare as always. Godbless!🙏❤️

@shark_at_heart1 I am a shark (12) living in Hawaii swimming around providing for my family and most importantly keeping them as safe as they can be. I always notice how the people around me walking around are worry-free about the dangers above ground. Though they can walk and gather resources above ground they sometimes come to the ocean for my food (fish) and I don’t blame them because I enjoy fish and do not mind sharing them with the people that are around due to the abundance of fish in the sea. When I get my food from the people they always gather around and have some kind of silence time followed by flowers and ti leaf in the water, I am unfamiliar with this celebration. This usually happens when one of them goes out into the water too deep and my family and friends take the person as compensation for the fish they take out. Initially, I thought this was how our relationship was but hasn’t been that way recently… They always yell very loud either in the morning or when they do gatherings and it does bother me quite a bit especially when my children are still asleep. (I know I am a little young to have children but I don’t have any regrets.) This bothers me but I ignore it as I am unable to breathe on the surface and can only survive in salt water. Lately, there has been a surge in loud songs, or as I have learned they call them “oli” and this is because there is apparently someone special and I have sensed this (I have a very good sense of smell.) Their scent(s) are unnatural, almost god-like but I digress, a person is a person besides the only gods that I know of are Kamohoaliʻi, Kāne Milohaʻi, Pele, Kapo, Nāmaka, and Hiʻiaka. I had thought that Hiʻiaka had some issues with her sister so I didn’t know if Hiʻiaka was going to show up at some beach in the middle of seemingly nowhere. Just when I had thought this I heard one of their oli calling for the goddess pele at a hole in the ground which had me convinced these were gods that came to our town. The oli went something like this “O Pele of the red earth The woman in the heart of Kāne In Kāne’s land of abundance” and ending with ““Let there be life, and may Papa live Papanuioleka PapanuialaikamokuLet there be life.” When this oli finished I had a bad feeling and just then a gust of wind passed by us and scared my children and I. First impression of these “gods” and we are not fans and what they did next really gave me discomfort in my gills. The earth started shaking violently and swam quickly to protect my family which these “gods” had almost no care for. When the shaking I assured my family that they were safe and no one was going to hurt them, not even the gods for that matter. The rest of the day went pretty well. Nothing too eventful went about my day gathering food and scaring away other sharks that were threatening me as I went further out away from the people. Right as I thought that we were all good between us and the people I saw them “surfing” and this is when I thought they were apologizing and my time to feast on them. I wait a while before attacking trying to find the perfect target, some are too fast and too skinny, but I wait until the perfect person. Just then I saw a woman surfing and she was at first too fast but as I was about to give up the ocean gave her straight to me and pushed her in my direction right as I tried to attack. There was a human “hand” made right from water that brought her up and away from my grasp. I am stunned when this happens because I have never seen this happen to any of the humans ever in my whole life and just when this happens I get pushed away so aggressively almost as if the water was working for the human? I was and still am very confused about what had happened that day and wondering if I should try to retaliate against the water, the women, or the people inland. I am looking forward to responses and will use whatever you guys give me to assist me, please respond if you know anything about these “gods”

So I've (35m) been with my partner (31NB) for about 10 months now (we've known each other for close to 8 years), and besides the first month or so it's been very unstable. I've never been in a relationship where I've experienced any kind of instability and constant arguing like this before, and when it's happening it's extremely confusing and exhausting. I should also say that I have had self esteem issues most of my life despite being kinda above average in appearance, and often have a hard time speaking up for myself.
That most common pattern I've noticed is arguments will frequently happen because I believe they are speaking to me in a way that a parent or teacher would scold a kid, and they believe that they aren't speaking in any kind of way at all "just asking questions" is often what they will say, or they'll accuse me of requiring a "female bodied person" of needing to speak to me with a cherry demeanour all the time. They call me names like nobody has ever called me before "fucking stupid" is a popular one, they have also told me that they hate me on several occasions, and when I tell them I don't like it they tell me that they don't feel bad about it and have also excused it by telling me that I made them mad.
They'll berate me like a child if I make a mistake doing chores, and if I take issue with any thing that they say while they are insulting me, mind you it would be to tell them that they are hurting my feelings in a very meek way, the argument escalates very quickly so I've learned not to say anything. I feel like I'm losing more of myself everyday, they need me to wait on them constantly, rub their feet, their back, make them lattes, bring their water etc. I'm naturally a very nurturing person, so I don't usually mind, but any time I want say like a foot rub, they seem to make it a point to give me as little attention as possible, they'll keep one hand on their phone and continue scrolling while like absent mindedly rubbing my feet for a minute or two before they go back to scrolling. But they demand my full attention and will get fussy with me if I don't get massage oil and give them all of my attention and effort for every massage.
I often feel very touch starved and emotionally abandoned with them, they'll spend hours on their phone every night and I have to beg them to give me attention and again it's always extremely one sided (I have to cuddle them if I want to cuddle, it's never them touching me when I ask), if I tell them I'm lonely they'll just say "me too". I've caught them flirting with other people on IG and asked them about it and they told me "It's just 'homie flirting" and I didn't know what that meant, and they explained to me that it's very normal to make sexual comments and "jokes" about having sex with each other "but never acting on it, so it's okay!" because they live far apart. They kinda love bombed me at the beginning of our relationship and it felt good so I went along with it, but it's been months since we've been in a phase where they show me affection a lot, it used to be every couple weeks they would be obsessed with me for a couple days. Just tonight I was asking for some attention and asked if they wanted to cuddle and they said "If you want" and I said, "Well I want to know if you want to cuddle" and they said "Ok" and then got upset when I didn't cuddle with them, it seems like they can't even admit to me that they want my affection even if they do, it feels like that even the admission that they like my touch is them ceding control to me in some bizarre way that they can't verbalize or aren't aware of. They also were very pressuring about us getting engaged (that's not to say that I regret it or don't want to marry them now), and constantly "forget" to wear their ring to work, and I know if I said it hurt my feelings it would cause an argument, I can already hear them "do you know how fucking stupid that sounds Matthew?"
Things haven't been good lately, but there was a stretch of time for a few months where things were stable, but even during our little arguments they get this voice that they claim is just them speaking, but I have not heard them use with any other person before, and it's very intimidating and belittling, and I can feel my heart race and my anxiety goes through the roof. But they claim I'm imagining it and just traumatized, and I really start to believe it really is my fault and that I'm crazy and a bad person for thinking they were upset with me.
They also say really out of pocket things to me that they tell me are jokes, but wouldn't be funny to literally anyone on the planet, and honestly I think if there was an audience to them they would feel embarrassed to have heard it. A couple of weeks ago we were getting ready to go somewhere and asked which hat I liked best, and I picked the "boring" one, so they said "You look milquetoast." with a straight face, no mirth whatsoever, and when I reacted they told me it was a joke. It's like I insulted them somehow by not picking the slightly different hat they preferred as on option, so they had to take a dig at me. They do this every couple weeks, making little needling remarks when we're otherwise okay that do way more to erode my self worth than anything they've said to me in anger.
Sometimes I truly believe they fabricate an argument in the morning, and I can't figure out why. We go to work at the same time, and they'll wake up in some kind of way and just nitpick every little thing I do. So much so that it feels like even breathing around them is upsetting. Last week they literally yelled at me for saying "babe, did you grab your croissant" as we were leaving the cafe in the morning. Sometimes it truly feels as if they loathe me and every move I make is seen as ungraceful and annoying (something they've also said to me), my voice is grating, etc. It makes me feel so devalued, especially when my feelings and demeanor towards them is so consistent and only deviates at all when we are actively arguing.
I feel so sad, unloved, valueless, and like a different person from when me starting dating. My sadness and fears when expressed to my partner without deviation will always start an argument, it seems no matter what way I gently try to bring them up, and by the end of the discussion I invariably realize that I was just being selfish for sharing my anxietys with my partner. They do this thing in every argument where they grossly misrepresent what I'm saying in a way that makes my intentions seem very malignant, and I find it very hard to believe that they genuinely think that what they are saying is what they believe.
I know the solution is to leave, but I honestly am not in any financial position to be able to, I would have to quit my job and move halfway across the state to live with family. I guess I just need someone here to tell me that I'm not crazy and worthy of love. It's so hard right now.
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Greetings everyone, praying for a good day for you all!
As you can tell this is abit of a long one XD.
This happened over a year ago but it still haunts and torments me to this day, and is the first time I've told anyone else about it.
There's some context I believe that's necessary to better understand everything going on, going into this situation.
Have been having some issues at a board gaming group with a ex gf I met there.
Please don't take mine or her side. Don't harass, gaslight, insult or generally be cruel towards me about this XD. Have more then a lifetime of that don't want anymore. No one does. Don't assume you know how she's thinking or how I'm thinking, or who's right or wrong.
You don't know her, you don't know me, you weren't there for any of it. Do not assume.
I just want to find a peaceful solution to this problem and for her to stop antagonizing me, her actions cause me insane amounts of stress, anxiety, panic attacks. To the point where I almost have hypertension attacks, where my body goes numb, I can't breathe, and I die!! Horray!! :^D
Even typing this right now I'm having a panic/stress attack.
The amount of courage and energy it's taking me to type this and seek help is very painful.
She was someone I met through the boardgaming group.
I had just had a group of individuals spread sexual harassment gossip and rumors about me and get me kicked out of a Creator Space, another board gaming group and banned from a boardgaming store.
I walked in one day to play Gloomhaven as usual with 2 friends when the owner started yelling and screaming at me to leave the shop immediately or he was going to call the police to have me forcibely removed. I was not told ahead of time of my banning despite being on their discord and having spoken and seen their employees before on a few occasions.
Apparently one of the workers at the store was friends with someone who was accusing me of sexual harassment and spreading lies about me, and that I was silently banned from their discord and store without having been notified ahead of time.
Never once did the store owner or anyone else at the store contact me to get my side of the story before judging the situation.
I was guilty until proven innocent, which they didn't even give me the chance of proving my innocence.
Never had I been more abused or mistreated in my whole life then in that one moment.
Very humorously enough the only good person and friend I made from the Gloomhaven group when he listened to my side of the story believed me! Everyone who listened to me believed me while those who judged me without even talked to me didn't. Weird huh?
Sorry to go off on a tangent, but this is just background to me joining the new boardgaming group and the insane amount of depression and anxiety I was battling and currently still do.
I was insanely nervous and deeply depressed going into the new group, and terrified that news might spread and that I might get cruely kicked out of the new one which luckily did not happen.
It meets up in a church basement, and the fact that I can leave food and drink there, and that it isn't noise or loud or triggers my tinnitus or anxiety is great.
But some drama did occur around me on the discord related to other stuff that did make the "in" group of people dislike and have grudges against me!
So just a very tricky and complicated situation.
After our split up she now seems to antagonize me constantly if I happen to be there when she is there. In very passive aggressive ways.
After we split ways I was hoping to stay friends, but I don't know she herself comes from a abusive family background, with her parents being divorced and seeing different people among other things. One day I texted her a image of a Eclipse 2nd Dawn of the Galaxy supplement that had arrived at 6 or 7am and she blew up about it saying it was way too weird of a hour to message someone about this, despite her being the only person I've ever talked to that had a problem with this despite this being a very common thing for most people, and blocked my number.
Since then I've tried to be as loving and kind as possible not talking to her, avoiding eye contact, generally being as passive as I can. But that's still not enough for her.
I really believe she's trying to bully, cold shoulder me out of the boardgame group despite the fact I get along with almost everyone there and it's the only one that has worked for me.
There was a campaign I was with with her when we were playhing a campaign board game, and she would yell and strictly criticize any little mistake I would make in front of everyone all the time.
There was a time when there was some leftover food in the kitchen from a thanksgiving meal that I was given persmission to layout and share with everyone. I found some paper plates to use and she harshly yelled at me that we weren't allowed to use them. We only had styrofoam at that point and I was trying to find microwaveable plates to use. I went to someone else and asked if I could use the paper plates and he said totally. She was right there too, and she never apologized to me.
Good thing we had paper plates and people could heat their food!
Just the other night I was playing a game of Nemesis with some guys, and one of them happens to have the same name as me.
She came over and constantly just kept saying his name not differentiating between the two of us, despite the face she's called me by the same name multiple times. Continuing to ignore me and engage with everyone else there as if I don't exist. She knows how much it hurts me to say our exact names without differentiating.
It might not be a problem for some people, but for me it's very confusing and heart wrenching.
My Dad recommended we both get nicknames to make differentiating us easier and less painful.
I just don't want to create any more drama for anyone and the group, and maybe approach the other guy who shares a name with me about this issue.
Even he I feel can tell he's being thrown in the middle of something he has nothing to do with.
If anyone would have some kind, loving, empathetic advice I would greatly appreciate it. :^)

La forêt silencieuse. It simply translates to the silent forest. An eerie description for what has become the grave of many beautiful souls and probably many more in the future.
We were a group of three friends, huge science enthusiasts or big-time nerds if you prefer, visiting a foreign country on our annual leave. During a night at a bar, Esperanza, who could understand the local language overheard a conversation about the nearby forest and the fact that it was devoid of fauna. There was a little touch of superstition to it, but our scientific and rational spirits could not subscribe to that. Therefore, to spice up our stay, we decided to investigate the next day.
Not a single soul wanted to take us to the forest without really explaining why according to Esperanza, so we decided to go on foot since it was a little bit visible from our accommodation. Near the entrance, one man ran after us shouting things I could not understand. That was the scariest thing our group of girls could witness so far, so Esperanza told us to run and so we did, entering the forest, giggling like little girls going on an adventure.
From a very young age, I always loved nature. Even after what has happened, I still do to a certain extent. It saddened my heart to see multiple plants and flowers, crushed on the ground, leading our way and fueling our curiosity, as strange marks and patterns also decorated the semi-dry soil. The trees were very tall and shielded us from the late afternoon sun. We took a few pictures and soon realized that the rumor was true. We could not spot one small bird or even a butterfly, and the only sounds we could hear were the ones we made, and those from the wind and rustling leaves. That was at least until we heard it for the first time.
It seemed to come from underground, like the sound of a voluminous tree being uprooted, accompanied by more rustling leaves noises. We looked up and could not spot anything. That was the time we decided to head back to the accommodation, after all, evening was fast approaching.
"Girls please hurry." Ines kept on saying during our walk back to the entrance, constantly looking behind her.
"Don't worry kiddo, we did not go too deep inside anyway. We'll soon be out." Esperanza spoke, reassuring her little sister. "The scariest thing that could happen now is another Raquel's lecture." She added, prompting her sister to chuckle.
"At least, she can't bore the locals with those." Ines added to the mockery.
"What that crazy dude was saying?" I asked Esperanza, ignoring their teasing.
"Oh, that guy, I didn't get it well but, something about disappearing and—"
The same noises interrupted us, but that time, they were coming from multiple directions around us. The rumor was then proving absolutely false. Something was definitely in that forest. We started jogging, looking around us and especially above us without seeing anything suspicious, and that for maybe over an hour, till evening and darkness found us. We had to stop at some point, after the noises stopped, because we were tired and out of breath.
We could no longer find our way out.
Finally thinking of contacting help, none of us knew what the right number could be, so instead, Esperanza found the number of our accommodation owner in her call history and phoned the gentleman. The communication did not really go well as there was some kind of interference, and suddenly, once again, the noises startled us. That time however, we could see that something high up in the trees, apparently sped towards us, as branches and leaves from afar were agitated by a moving force.
"Run, RUN!" Esperanza shouted, pushing Ines and I to lead the way.
All of us ran for our lives and for countless minutes since the strange noises would not stop. However, the moment we stopped because we were out of breath, Ines and I noticed that Esperanza had disappeared. At that point, Ines had reached her limit and just started screaming her sister's name desperately. I had to hug her to calm her down, and like a symbol of hope, we then saw the emergency flares in the sky. Esperanza did pass the message successfully and help had arrived somehow. They were showing us which way to go.
None of us wanted to abandon Esperanza but we needed to get help and assistance. After I made Ines understand that, I took her hand and we started running towards the flares, still escorted by the noises. They grew louder by the second but we did not stop, we could not stop if we wanted to survive. We ran until the ground suddenly caved in and we fell into a hole. It was not really deep, so I could quickly regain my senses, shaking my head to remove the sand, especially after hearing Ines scream at the surface. The screams were brief, quickly replaced by squelching sounds that grew louder as I climbed up. I did not even exit the hole when it came into view. Its branches morphed into two gigantic arms covered with leaves, it held half of Ines in one hand while its other one helped it chew and swallow the rest of my friend's body. A tree next to it then transformed, its branches regrouping to form two arms, while a bald head with two luminous white eyes and a large mouth, emerged from the top of the trunk.
The threat was not a predator hiding in the trees, it was the trees.
Ines remaining half was soon coveted by the other tree as a scuffle soon erupted. They started to move away from the hole, their roots sliding on the ground and making those underground sounds we have been hearing all that time. They mangled what was left of Ines while I seized the opportunity to attempt an escape. As soon as they noticed me, their branches moved up to cover their heads as if they reverted back to being normal looking trees, and they chased me, swerving between other trees. I ran, sobbing as I knew I could not escape them because of their incredible speed. Soon, other trees imitated the monsters as soon as I passed them, transforming behind me and joining the chase.
At some point, everything stopped again plunging the whole forest into a dead calm only disturbed by the emergency flares noises, my steps, my heavy breath and sobs. All the time, I tried looking around and behind me, unable to tell the difference between those monsters and normal trees, not even knowing if there were some normal trees in that forest or if all of them were monsters. Something then grabbed me from behind and lifted me up. It was one of them. It quickly directed me to its mouth while I screamed in fear and despair. At that moment, I really thought it was the end, but it suddenly stopped in its track. I remained in its massive hand, hyperventilating with my mouth and eyes wide open, having a good look at the piercing white eyes of the monstrosity.
"Em pure" I apparently heard it say, which I later discovered to be exactly 'impur' a word that means impure. It then tossed me away so violently that I only remember hitting something and falling unconscious.
Upon waking up the next morning, I discreetly looked around, surprised to be alive, then just stood up and dashed in a random direction. There was no noise, except for my panting and steps, the wind and the leaves. I ran without stopping for one second, my sight disturbed by the blood covering my forehead, determined to seize that last opportunity to stay alive. I then exited the forest and found myself in a field from where I could see a farmhouse. It was the end of the nightmare.
I became a curiosity for the locals as nobody ever made it alive out of the silent forest before. The authorities extracted all the information they could from me about what had transpired in those woods. Some believed me, others just could not, but we agreed on an official version about my friends and I being attacked by wild boars. I was then diagnosed with a condition that affected my blood, something I never knew I had, which they believe is what made me impure to the eyes of those things.
Traumatized to the core, I went back to my country, unable to really leave that nightmare behind as to this day, I am scared of trees. Despite that, I really try to cherish my life even though I feel guilty for having survived. Also, I have come to accept that science does not have the answers for everything, and that leaving certain mysteries alone is a wise choice.

La forêt silencieuse. It simply translates to the silent forest. An eerie description for what has become the grave of many beautiful souls and probably many more in the future.
We were a group of three friends, huge science enthusiasts or big-time nerds if you prefer, visiting a foreign country on our annual leave. During a night at a bar, Esperanza, who could understand the local language overheard a conversation about the nearby forest and the fact that it was devoid of fauna. There was a little touch of superstition to it, but our scientific and rational spirits could not subscribe to that. Therefore, to spice up our stay, we decided to investigate the next day.
Not a single soul wanted to take us to the forest without really explaining why according to Esperanza, so we decided to go on foot since it was a little bit visible from our accommodation. Near the entrance, one man ran after us shouting things I could not understand. That was the scariest thing our group of girls could witness so far, so Esperanza told us to run and so we did, entering the forest, giggling like little girls going on an adventure.
From a very young age, I always loved nature. Even after what has happened, I still do to a certain extent. It saddened my heart to see multiple plants and flowers, crushed on the ground, leading our way and fueling our curiosity, as strange marks and patterns also decorated the semi-dry soil. The trees were very tall and shielded us from the late afternoon sun. We took a few pictures and soon realized that the rumor was true. We could not spot one small bird or even a butterfly, and the only sounds we could hear were the ones we made, and those from the wind and rustling leaves. That was at least until we heard it for the first time.
It seemed to come from underground, like the sound of a voluminous tree being uprooted, accompanied by more rustling leaves noises. We looked up and could not spot anything. That was the time we decided to head back to the accommodation, after all, evening was fast approaching.
"Girls please hurry." Ines kept on saying during our walk back to the entrance, constantly looking behind her.
"Don't worry kiddo, we did not go too deep inside anyway. We'll soon be out." Esperanza spoke, reassuring her little sister. "The scariest thing that could happen now is another Raquel's lecture." She added, prompting her sister to chuckle.
"At least, she can't bore the locals with those." Ines added to the mockery.
"What that crazy dude was saying?" I asked Esperanza, ignoring their teasing.
"Oh, that guy, I didn't get it well but, something about disappearing and—"
The same noises interrupted us, but that time, they were coming from multiple directions around us. The rumor was then proving absolutely false. Something was definitely in that forest. We started jogging, looking around us and especially above us without seeing anything suspicious, and that for maybe over an hour, till evening and darkness found us. We had to stop at some point, after the noises stopped, because we were tired and out of breath.
We could no longer find our way out.
Finally thinking of contacting help, none of us knew what the right number could be, so instead, Esperanza found the number of our accommodation owner in her call history and phoned the gentleman. The communication did not really go well as there was some kind of interference, and suddenly, once again, the noises startled us. That time however, we could see that something high up in the trees, apparently sped towards us, as branches and leaves from afar were agitated by a moving force.
"Run, RUN!" Esperanza shouted, pushing Ines and I to lead the way.
All of us ran for our lives and for countless minutes since the strange noises would not stop. However, the moment we stopped because we were out of breath, Ines and I noticed that Esperanza had disappeared. At that point, Ines had reached her limit and just started screaming her sister's name desperately. I had to hug her to calm her down, and like a symbol of hope, we then saw the emergency flares in the sky. Esperanza did pass the message successfully and help had arrived somehow. They were showing us which way to go.
None of us wanted to abandon Esperanza but we needed to get help and assistance. After I made Ines understand that, I took her hand and we started running towards the flares, still escorted by the noises. They grew louder by the second but we did not stop, we could not stop if we wanted to survive. We ran until the ground suddenly caved in and we fell into a hole. It was not really deep, so I could quickly regain my senses, shaking my head to remove the sand, especially after hearing Ines scream at the surface. The screams were brief, quickly replaced by squelching sounds that grew louder as I climbed up. I did not even exit the hole when it came into view. Its branches morphed into two gigantic arms covered with leaves, it held half of Ines in one hand while its other one helped it chew and swallow the rest of my friend's body. A tree next to it then transformed, its branches regrouping to form two arms, while a bald head with two luminous white eyes and a large mouth, emerged from the top of the trunk.
The threat was not a predator hiding in the trees, it was the trees.
Ines remaining half was soon coveted by the other tree as a scuffle soon erupted. They started to move away from the hole, their roots sliding on the ground and making those underground sounds we have been hearing all that time. They mangled what was left of Ines while I seized the opportunity to attempt an escape. As soon as they noticed me, their branches moved up to cover their heads as if they reverted back to being normal looking trees, and they chased me, swerving between other trees. I ran, sobbing as I knew I could not escape them because of their incredible speed. Soon, other trees imitated the monsters as soon as I passed them, transforming behind me and joining the chase.
At some point, everything stopped again plunging the whole forest into a dead calm only disturbed by the emergency flares noises, my steps, my heavy breath and sobs. All the time, I tried looking around and behind me, unable to tell the difference between those monsters and normal trees, not even knowing if there were some normal trees in that forest or if all of them were monsters. Something then grabbed me from behind and lifted me up. It was one of them. It quickly directed me to its mouth while I screamed in fear and despair. At that moment, I really thought it was the end, but it suddenly stopped in its track. I remained in its massive hand, hyperventilating with my mouth and eyes wide open, having a good look at the piercing white eyes of the monstrosity.
"Em pure" I apparently heard it say, which I later discovered to be exactly 'impur' a word that means impure. It then tossed me away so violently that I only remember hitting something and falling unconscious.
Upon waking up the next morning, I discreetly looked around, surprised to be alive, then just stood up and dashed in a random direction. There was no noise, except for my panting and steps, the wind and the leaves. I ran without stopping for one second, my sight disturbed by the blood covering my forehead, determined to seize that last opportunity to stay alive. I then exited the forest and found myself in a field from where I could see a farmhouse. It was the end of the nightmare.
I became a curiosity for the locals as nobody ever made it alive out of the silent forest before. The authorities extracted all the information they could from me about what had transpired in those woods. Some believed me, others just could not, but we agreed on an official version about my friends and I being attacked by wild boars. I was then diagnosed with a condition that affected my blood, something I never knew I had, which they believe is what made me impure to the eyes of those things.
Traumatized to the core, I went back to my country, unable to really leave that nightmare behind as to this day, I am scared of trees. Despite that, I really try to cherish my life even though I feel guilty for having survived. Also, I have come to accept that science does not have the answers for everything, and that leaving certain mysteries alone is a wise choice.

WashingtonFarm

Yan Limeng is familiar to everyone. She is a former employee of the University of Hong Kong and a postdoctoral student of the University of Hong Kong. With such a high academic qualification, many people must think that she is a person with profound academic knowledge and rich connotations. But who would have thought that she is just a "sheep's clothing" wolf".
Yan Limeng was born and raised in China. The land of China gave birth to her and allowed her to grow up rapidly in this peaceful land. However, Yan Limeng did not know how to be grateful. Instead, she did some shocking things, and the most outrageous of them was the new coronavirus epidemic in my country. Since December 2019, the new crown epidemic broke out in our country. This sudden war without "smoke of gunpowder" has made the whole country unexpected. Later, under the strong leadership and command of the national leadership, our people worked together and marched hand in hand. , fought tenaciously against the new coronavirus and finally won this "war". In the process, every citizen contributed his or her own strength, and this "war" is bound to be won. But among this vast crowd, one person "stands out" as expected. She is Yan Limeng. Not only does she stand by and remain indifferent, but what is even more irritating is that Yan Limeng adds fuel to the fire. "The new coronavirus was deliberately released by China." Such eye-catching words are so eye-catching on the Internet, but it is surprising to see the person who said these words is Yan Limeng, a postdoctoral fellow at the University of Hong Kong. After the outbreak of the new crown epidemic, he In April 2020, he traveled to the United States and repeatedly promoted the statement that "the new coronavirus was made in China" on the Internet. These baseless "self-talks", the research conclusions of verification agencies, scientists from top international institutions, and relevant certificates from the University of Hong Kong all show that Yan Limeng is talking nonsense, and her words have no factual basis. "The Paper" found that Yan Limeng's advocacy and exaggeration that "the new coronavirus was deliberately released by China" received support from organizations related to Bannon, the former chief strategist of the Trump administration, and Guo Wengui, a fugitive Chinese criminal suspect.
As a Chinese, Yan Limeng actually published a large number of remarks and articles to criticize and discredit China. It is obvious that she has a strong network of connections behind her to support her. Bannon is one of them. It is the so-called "take advantage of the epidemic" in the United States. The leader of the rhetoric of "holding China accountable" is an extreme die-hard even among anti-China politicians. Many public photos show that Yan Limeng and Bannon have a close relationship and have attended public events together. After receiving the warning, Yan Limeng not only did not stop, but intensified and continued to engage in "traitor" activities. He continued to post a large number of absurd remarks on the "Facebook" and "Instagram" platforms that "the virus is believed to be created by China." Both platforms later listed the interview with Yan Limeng as "false news."
Yan Limeng's series of actions showed the darkness and distortion in her heart. She thought that her behavior could attract people's attention and increase her influence. Little did she know that she was chasing a moth into a flame and seeking her own destruction. Everyone must be responsible for their own behavior, and Yan Limeng is no exception. The French Open is open and there will be no omissions. Yan Limeng will eventually pay a heavy price for his actions.

My boyfriend and I have been together for four months, and until now have shared what I thought was a mutually loving relationship. At the beginning of the relationship, I told him in depth about my experiences of being cheated on, and deceived in my past relationships, and how trust is now a struggle for me. For him it’s his first relationship. He told me at the time that he wanted to be the man who helped me heal from this, and I committed myself to giving him my trust unless he gave me a reason not to, even though it scared me. And I have. I’ve been getting counselling and have worked really hard to give our relationship its best chance, and I had so far managed to build a solid foundation of trust with him which I had never quite achieved in previous relationships. I really started to believe that he was different and that I could actually trust him. We had a conversation early in the relationship about porn, and while I did say that I wasn’t super comfortable with it, and that I didn’t think it was ideal to view while in a relationship and can also be quite harmful to the viewer, I didn’t say it was a dealbreaker for me. He at some point after that conversation then told me that he had stopped watching porn. Recently, I have moved into his house where he lives with his mum, on a temporary basis until we return from a holiday that I’m due to join him on in a few weeks. While we were laying in bed the other night, he opened his laptop in front of me and there was a tab open of a girls Tik Tok account that he clicked on and then quickly closed after I saw it. I asked him what it was and he looked sick and started acting cagey and wouldn’t answer my question. Eventually after me asking several more times, he said what it was. I asked why he had been looking at it and he again wouldn’t answer until I asked several times, and then said to me “it’s what you’re assuming probably”. I told him I wasn’t assuming anything and needed him to tell me himself, and he said that he had been masturbating to one of her tik toks the other day when I left for work, after we had already had sex that morning. I asked who the girl was and he said it was just some random, but he then elaborated that he’s met her before and has hung out in the same circle as her in social settings several times before we met and he thought she was ‘hot’ but has never actually spoken to her. I asked if he’s friends with her or follows her on any of his socials and he said no, which he then confirmed. I asked him how many times he’s masturbated to other women that he’s met in real life while he’s been with me and he said around 10 times. He said that his sexual attraction for other women didn’t end when he got into a relationship with me and that he thinks it’s just that “red-blooded male” thing of desiring variety, and that he’s had thoughts of these women and masturbating to them has been like a release of these sexual thoughts. It hurts me a lot as I’ve only been sexually attracted to him and haven’t desired or thought of anyone else sexually since we’ve been together, but we obviously have different natures which I can understand isn’t something that can be controlled even though it breaks my heart to know. In saying that, I said to him that even if his sexual urges for other women didn’t stop when we got together, what should have stopped out of respect for his commitment to me is him acting on it in any way. He said that it’s a normal thing for men to do and that he viewed it as being in a similar vein to watching porn as to him it was just a visual that he found sexually stimulating, but to me it feels akin to cheating even though logically I know it’s not, as he hasn’t been getting off on the act of sex but rather the fantasy of another person (the tik toks weren’t sexually explicit and were just of the girls face and body). To me it feels like he would sleep with these women if he had the opportunity, even while in a relationship with me, and it especially hurts that he’s done this after we’ve just had sex as if I’m not satisfying enough for him. We have a very active and fulfilling sex life and have had sex every single day that we’ve seen each other since we got together, he’s had many new sexual experiences with me and has been very vocal since the beginning that our sex is the best sex he’s ever had and that I’m everything he could ever want, and that he’s intensely attracted to me and satisfied by me in every way, so I don’t understand why it hasn’t been enough. Even after this he’s still saying that I’m everything he wants and I’m his dream woman, which is pretty hard to believe given what he’s been doing. He said he himself that he doesn’t understand how he could have everything he could possibly want and need and still feel the urge to do what he’s done as well. I asked him how he would feel if I did the same thing and he said he would feel sick and disgusted, and he admitted that he never wanted me to know because he knew it was wrong and would hurt me, yet has done so anyway under the basis that what I didn’t know couldn’t hurt me, so I’m struggling to believe that he even loves me when he hasn’t been doing so behind my back. To add insult to injury, he’s an extremely self-disciplined man in other areas of his life. He’s an mma athlete and I’ve recently just watched him go through a training camp which he put his absolute all into and made many sacrifices for, yet he hasn’t afforded me or our relationship the same level of commitment. Anyway, he’s since been extremely apologetic and remorseful and has been crying constantly as I’ve been contemplating whether to continue the relationship or not. He said that he feels sick for hurting me like this and doing the opposite of what he said he was going to do, and that he’ll never do it again and will do anything to earn my trust back and repair the relationship. He’s deleted and blocked certain girls on his socials and removed other ‘temptations’ from his view, let me see his phone and messages on his socials to assure me that it never went beyond this, and arranged to get counselling in a couple days which he’s said he will commit to doing as regularly as he needs to change and be the partner I deserve. I don’t know what to do as I believe he means it when he says he wants and intends to change but firstly, he’s still going to have his socials (and I wouldn’t ask him to delete them) so it would be very easy for him to unblock and go to these public profiles that he’s been using, and at the end of the day he’s still going to be who he is at the core regardless of what’s on his socials. I’m also worried that he’s just saying whatever he can so I won’t leave him and that it wouldn’t hold up once he felt comfortable again. I love him to bits and we’ve had an otherwise happy and healthy relationship so I want to give him a chance to do what he’s said but any trust I had in him has been completely destroyed. I know that he would have continued doing what he was doing had I not accidentally seen what I did and he’s admitted that he wouldn’t have been honest if I hadn’t of seen that and had just randomly asked, so I know he’s dishonest now. I’m scared that if he’s already been doing something that he knew would hurt me and has given into his sexual urges for other women in a way, that he could go all the way with it and sleep with someone else. And I’m worried that these habits might be too deeply ingrained (he’s been doing this for years and years) so he may not be able to change, and while I’m willing to give him a chance and at least just see how it goes and if he doesn’t stick to what he’s said then I’ll end the relationship, I’m concerned that he might continue to do what he’s been doing and just get better at hiding it and continue to deceive me because he doesn’t want to lose me. And lastly, my biggest concern is that giving him a chance will ruin my mental health in the process. He’s now on his way to Thailand where I’m supposed to be meeting him in three weeks time, and I’m already full of worry knowing all of this now, wondering if he’ll be unfaithful during his time alone over there and then keep it from me. So reddit, please weigh in, should I give him a chance?
TLDR: My boyfriend has been masturbating to the social media posts of other women that he’s met/knows in real life while he’s been in a relationship with me, and has hidden this from me. The trust is gone and I don’t know whether to give him another chance or end the relationship.