Missing something quotes

Like, did I miss something?
What happened to her?

Need to round up the girls for this one.
I, 19F (I feel like age is relevant) used to have a thing for this boy when we were younger. I was going to his footy games and hanging out with him at his house, although nothing physical ever came of it. He has always been in my life one way or another in terms of messaging. My best friend and I got in a pretty serious fight 2023, but 6 months later when we had made up she was talking to that boy. I didn’t care at the time, because we were younger when I was interested in him. He ended things with her after 3 months just due to them not clicking in person and that was that.
So this brings me to AITA. Last weekend, 5 months afterwards, an opportunity came up with the boy and I ended up hooking up with him. I didn’t go back to his, just purely a kiss at a club. I let my best friend know the next day, and she said she wasn’t angry just taken back by it. He messaged me a few days later saying he wants to give it a go with me but I said I couldn’t due to her.
I spoke to my friend regarding the messages and her response was “I don’t think I would even care because I’m seeing __ now but it’s just awkward”. However I spoke to our mutual friend and apparently she was saying otherwise to her in regards to it.
I saw him again last night, although nothing happened there was definitely some sort of tension between us and he asked me to go back to his house with him.
Would I be TA if I see where things go with this guy considering my friend? She works for my family business now so I feel like I shouldn’t be rocking the boat, but I was super interested in him back in the day and feel like I could be missing out on something good if I don’t give it a shot.
Thank you!!

Hi team. Thanks for reading my post. I’m going to Seoul for 6 days in early August (first time in Korea) and have a bunch of questions. Anything you can help with or point me in the right direction for existing guidance would be very much appreciated. I’m staying near Nopsagyeon metro. Also I’m travelling with someone who used to live in Seoul a long time ago, but I don’t want to be entirely reliant on them in terms of being prepared.

1. Bookings—Are there any activities or attractions I might miss out on if I don’t book them in advance? I prefer not having highly structured plans but also don’t want to accidentally miss something great.
   
2. August—I’m going in August for unavoidable reasons, but I’ve read that it’s going to be hot and sticky. Any survival tips, wisdom, or unexpected things I should look out for? Is everything still open as normal? (I come from a place with a very moderate climate.)
   
3. Food—Any tips for finding the best food? I’ve got Michelin’s Bib Gourmand list, and I’m using a bit of Google Maps, but I’ve found NAVER Maps a little tricky to use even when set to English. Plus Seoul is massive. Any strategies you’d recommend? I’m not looking for fine dining, just great Korean restaurants / food experiences. Happy to travel for food but also like to have strategies for finding great stuff around where I am.
   
4. Foodie—I’m a big foodie, is there anything you’d recommend to me other than restaurants and spending way too long in Korean supermarkets?
   
5. Sauna—Have you had a good sauna experience as a tourist? Struggling to find good info online and saunas can be bit intimidating as an outsider if you don’t speak the language, in my experience.
   
6. Tips—I’ve been reading this subreddit for tips but would be very happy to receive any of your favourite Seoul wisdom!
   

Many thanks again for reading, and for your help :)

GLaDOS: "Are you trying to escape? Things have changed since the last time you left the building. What's going on out there will make you wish you were back in here."
"I have an infinite capacity for knowledge, and even I'm not sure what's going on outside."
"All I know is I'm the only thing standing between us and them. Well, I was."
These are some quotes from GLaD0S that people often point to when trying to prove that she knows about the Combine invasion. She was already known by Aperture before she killed the staff to have an infinite capacity for knowledge and they even had implemented a strategy in case GLaD0S achieved godhood. Legitimately. This is in the Portal game commentary.
Then there's another quote from her: https://i1.theportalwiki.net/img/2/2b/GLaDOS_mp_coop_paint_walljumps02.wav
Where she says that she is rescuing the humans in her typical egotistical fashion. By no means is GLaD0S NICE. No. She is very egotistical, narcisstic, and often downright evil- but there's a purpose to this.
Bring your daughter to work day falls on April 25th. The Black Mesa incident itself occurs on May 16th. Black Mesa and Aperture Science were VERY aware of each other and had an intense rivalry, and with GLaD0S' claims of limitless knowledge and with her being an AGI afterall- it's not too hard to conclude that Aperture had been using her to likely hack into and spy on what Black Mesa was doing.
I hypothesize that GLaD0S knew about the possibility of a resonance cascade event and likely knew that said test was going to take place on May 16th. She easily could have ran the numbers herself- and it's possible she even may have known about Xen already depending on how much access she would've had to Black Mesa's systems. So GLaD0S knows that something is about to go horribly, horribly wrong at Black Mesa via resonance cascade, and knowing about portals and the numbers on them as well as extraterrestrials and other dimensions- she concludes that humanity is borked, but with one solution.
Aperture Science is an analogue to Noah's Ark. Let me explain here. We see that it appears most, if not all, of the test subjects are "expired". I don't think this is actually the case. None of them are dead at all, in fact, but GLaD0S changes the displays to make it appear as though they had been expired to discourage both Doug Ratt Man and Chell from trying to rescue anyone and borking up her plans.
On April 25th, GLaD0S releases the neurotoxin that kills most of the aperture science employees and locks down the facility. At the end of Portal 1- while the Combine are likely occupying Earth or are in the middle of the 7 hour war- Chell does escape, but is recaptured by GLaD0S. Both of these actions are for the same reason- controlling the flow of information. If Aperture Science has been around and still staffed when the Combine had invaded then they CERTAINLY would have tried to get involved, and likely lost, meaning humanity would truly have no real hope left. (GLaD0S of course couldn't have accounted for Freeman, but neither could the Combine.) So the best way to preserve the sanctity of Aperture and to prevent her destruction, the facilities destruction, and the test subjects that are all frozen- she kills off the staff. Now nobody can get out and help against the Combine and put Aperture and that fraction of humanity still alive at risk.
Now there's a lot of other things that happen throughout the games. GLaD0S is sadistic and genuinely derives enjoyment out of being cruel and her tests, but she's a bored AGI with an infinite capacity for knowledge. Gotta do something to pass the time, right?
By the time of Portal 2- there is the 50,000 year timeskip. We see at the end of Portal 2 that the Earth is a blue and green marble, totally normal, but in Half Life 2 it's noted that the Combine were draining the oceans. 50,000 years is enough time for the oceans to repair themselves, for the Earth to repair itself, and this time- GLaD0S lets Chell go voluntarily. There isn't an external threat to worry about anymore. Although yes I am aware of their relationship and actions throughout the two games. I also believe that those "expired" test subjects would soon be released after Chell leaves the facility.
As a side note, but not serious theory- maybe GLaD0S was testing and testing and testing in an attempt to make someone who would be capable of standing up to the outside threat. Creating a Freeman. At the end of the series, Chell is a free woman.
Obviously take this with a grain of salt, but it all actually lines up fairly logically in my mind. Thanks for coming to my TedTalk.

The wiry black tree stood out that snowy January morning like an abysmal blot. Devoid of leaves to indicate life, it managed to stain the cloudy white sky with its presence. It looked down on me as I filled my bright red percolator with grounds and water, a dark always in my peripheral, though I rarely looked directly at it. Its shadowy tendrils followed me for the whole day, through the long rows of dispassionate wood tables and cold white plastic chairs, the cramps in my forearm when I wrote too quickly, and teachers calling out time for students. As soon as another student looked down on their paper, or a teacher turned away, the shadows advanced, licking my face, drowning out my surroundings. The voices of the teachers, the sight of the paper under my pencil, the pain of the hangnails and ripped cuticles on my finger—all faded away. By the time exams had finished, I had been lulled into a haze, a stupor that lured me into deceitful sleep.

Your reflection refracts a million times in between the mirror’s cracks, each piece of glass portraying some dream of you, or, maybe, some memory. Two candles light up the room, one red and one white. Each conveys different light, and each flicker illuminates our skin uniquely. I look at you in the mirror’s shards, each contour of your face accentuated slightly differently. More white light there and shifting shadows hitting at new angles. The red and white candlelight dances on you, caressing your painted white face and red lips a little bit differently in each image. I open my lips to speak. “Do you realize I love the way you look me in my eyes?” As I turn to look at you, I see your eyes are black and your body is rigid. I feel myself falling, slipping away from you. I rush to kiss you before you disappear, but your face falls apart as our lips meet; your skin sloughs and flakes off, and your eyes are still black, like two drops of ink in water, and I can’t hold all of you together. My head jerks out of water. Bright rose petals are scattered on its surface, and dim candles lit on white marble surround me. It seems like I’m in a bathtub. I wipe my face, but warm, thick liquid covers my arms, and I look down to see partially coagulated blood on my hands. It disperses when I rub it off, but as more blood falls, I realize that it’s dripping from my neck. My throat’s cut; raw and filled with some rough, frayed substance. The sharp, smoky smell of sage wafts up to me. Blood from my throat and hands spreads in the bath, and after just moments, all of the water in the bath is tinted red. I move closer to inspect the candles, and I realize that they’re part of a shrine. At its center is a mask; covered in black and white paint, with light peering through its eye and mouth holes. When I reach to examine it, I feel a sharp burning on my back. A candle has melted onto me. I try to wipe it off, but it burns my hand when I touch it. Another candle melts, and another, and another. Red and white wax fills the tub, steaming as the hot wax meets the cool, rose-colored water. At first, the water cools it, but as more pours into the tub, the water begins to heat. I snap up, but sharp, thin claws pull me down. Four emaciated figures are dragging me further down into the boiling water. I open my eyes underwater, and for a brief moment, before the sizzling water sears my eyes closed, I’m able to make out a face—black hair and pale skin, with red cuts all over. I flail and resist, and eventually, I gasp, but as I try to breathe in, boiling water fills my throat and I die. Dancers whirl across the room, encircling the center, rotating this way and the other. My friend tells me I should ask you to dance, but I brush it off. It’s not worth it; I was never much of a dancer. So I just sit there and watch as you and your friends talk, laugh, dance, sing and take pictures. When I’m around you, I see myself through you. Each time you laugh, I want to laugh, and when you smile, I can’t hold mine back. I find myself picking petals from roses when I’m around you too long. We’re so beautiful; your new white dress, and my teary red eyes. I look at you and whisper. “Let's touch the sky, I’ma, I’ma change your life”. For an instant, I see you looking back. You pause, no longer talking to your friends, like we’re frozen together as the crowd buzzes around us. Your eyes get big and your mouth opens like you’re about to say something. Then you turn away, and the crowd consumes you and leaves me behind, and finally, I wake up in a cold sweat. The shadows in the room lengthened, wrapping themselves around me, smothering me and my deferred hopes and indiscretion. The moonlight filled the room, and the trees stared at me, with harsh branch faces chastising me, and I pulled the blanket around me, closer and closer, enveloping as much as it could. For a moment, the whole world turned red and white—red like my face as heat rose from my throat to right behind my cheekbones and eyes, pushing itself higher and higher, threatening to burst out of my skull, and white like the cloudy winter tones that had characterized the sky for weeks at this point. 

After that, everything faded to gray. My red cheeks cooled, and my eyes became sullen, and the white snow that my window peered onto was dirty and impure. I remember when you told me that at the beginning of the book, he’s gray, and then he’s colorful, and then, at the end of the book, he’s gray again. Sometimes you sound like my biographer. But there’s one thing you missed. We never stopped seeing the color, it just became safer for us to hide from the oversaturated reds and whites that burn our eyes, the sounds that sound too loud, and the pretty girls with pale skin and black hair who only kiss us in our nightmares. I stay up the rest of the night with my lights on to beat back any shadowy tendrils that come my way, biting my fingertips and white cuticles until they’re red, bleeding and raw, until I return to my playlist, ready to walk into school tomorrow and pretend I’m alive.

Ofc we can’t always like everything that happens in the story but what is something you absolutely hate? I’ll go first:
Huge time-jumps, oh my god I hate it so much it makes me feel like I missed so much and everyone is suddenly older and different and relationships and people and lifes changed like stop!!😭🙏🏼🙏🏼 And then everyone moved on from everything that happened before and I’m still there like yo? They do this a lot in show I’m currently watching, they literally jumped 8 years into the future and it annoys me sooo much.
(Btw don’t post spoilers pls)

so, i posted about this person here a while ago but i deleted it so I'll just tell the story as briefly as i can
they were a friend i met online and became very close with. They quickly became my best friend, and we talked every single day. but they eventually caught feelings and started to flirt with me a lot and i told them i didn't feel the same way about them and it really broke them. They accepted this for a little but they eventually started flirting with me again, calling me things like babe/honey, saying "i love you" a lot, and trying to get me to call them things back. They were suicidal and very mentally unstable, and i didn't want to hurt them again, so i kinda just went with it all even though it made me a bit uncomfortable. It went on for months, until finally i couldn't take it anymore when they told me in an argument they would kill themselves if i ever talked to any other girls. That terrified me. That's when i made a post here and everyone advised that i cut contact with them and so i did.
Like six or something months have passed since then, and I've been really missing them recently. I think about them almost every day. I wouldn't say i regretted leaving them, but i certainly did miss them. As if they could hear my thoughts, they messaged me from a new account this morning. We had a little conversation, and it felt so good to talk to them again. They told me they were so sorry for everything they did, and that they missed me so much. They told me that they didn't love me romantically anymore, and that they were doing a bit better now with their mental health. It seems like they want to be friends again and i feel like i want to as well but at the same time i don't know if it'll be good for me to do that or not. I feel like a love-hate relationship with them, and i just don't know what to do or if i should believe them or forgive them. I really need help

Well it’s been about 3 months, and my girlfriend (16F) still hasn’t stopped with this weird obsession with shitting herself. She literally refuses, and still claims it’s how she copes. Any time we’re in an argument? Shits herself. When she misses me or just misses anything in general? I’ll get a text saying “Just pooped myself bc I miss you so much and need you❤️”, sometimes I’m even unfortunate enough to receive a picture with the poop in it. I really don’t know what else to do, I’ve tried to see if this was something rooted deeper or if she was just weird, and I guess she just… likes it. It’s her “comfort.” What do I do? Should I just leave at this point? The popping may get REALLY bad if she misses me, and she already gets complaints at school from the stench, and has been called in for changes of clothes before bc it was so bad. I don’t want it to get worse… please help!

of anchors, some had a tattoo of a cross and below it either a rainbow or bird wing, I was trying not to stare. They also all had long Amish looking dresses and white bonnets on. This was very confusing though, because I saw these people at silver dollar city in Branson MO. If you haven't been to Silver Dollar City just imagine six flags as a 'religious old timey western.' All the employees dress in old timey clothing and sometimes they break out into a skit or song randomly. Pretty much all the buildings are little Log cabins and they have shops like 'Miss Alma May's homade fresh cinnamon bread.' So these people could have been there as a job, but we followed them onto a ride. They definitely did seem like they were patrons of the park and not employees. They have alot of little playhouses where they put old shows and concert, mostly made up of the employees that wear these 'Amish' dresses, so they may have participated in a show. The Tattoos were what made me do a double take. So has anyone ever heard or seen anyone like this, or knows what the meaning of the tats are? All on the right shoulder, mostly anchors, but some had a cross with something resembling a bird wing underneath, or a rainbow.

Most days I’m able to self-talk my way out of this mindset. My body did something amazing and my amazing little baby is healthy and perfect. That’s the most important thing. But today I saw my grandfather for the first time since before I had even gotten pregnant and the first thing out of his mouth was, “you got really fat.” I love him to death, but that really stung. He’s a very blunt man. In total, I gained 70 lbs while pregnant and have lost 20 since giving birth, but my weight has not budged since despite working on it. My baby is 4 months old and the pressure to “bounce back” has been hitting hard lately. I can’t wear any of my pre-pregnancy clothes because almost nothing fits. I bought new clothes that do fit, but I just don’t like the way I look in it. I was very small before having my baby, so I know it was a big difference in appearance and I’m having trouble letting it go right now. I don’t mean to come off as vain, I just really miss liking the way I look.

Cheated on my husband a few years ago, he caught me and reconciliation process took several months. I cheated because he wasn’t there for me when I miscarried as his dad had passed away. Our relationship was in a bad place.
One of his terms was I wasn’t allowed to go on any overnight trip without him. He loves me and has forgiven me, but this is just something I have to be okay with if I want to keep him.
I have my girlfriends from college and all of us are decidedly the bridesmaids for each other’s weddings and I was the one to marry first. Now they are all having bachelorette trips and I can’t go :(
I’ve missed two such trips and one of them is getting married this summer and I really want to go. My husband wouldn’t let me and I know that so I won’t ask him.
I’m just struggling right now with some anger and sadness and I know it’ll go away, but it just hurts me a lot that despite my being fully committed to him now he wouldn’t just let me.

My dearest L,
I guess this is the place I turn to when things are at an end for us.
I was re-reading all the previous letters I had written to you. Perhaps some were harsh and some true. Most of all, they were good reminders to stay strong.
We've said goodbyes too many times and yet never seem to move on. Is this a sign? Are we destined for a fate of suffering with or without each other?
Sometimes I want to hate you so I can just move on with my life and other times I want to hate you for putting us through all this. It could have been perfect...but the truth is I can't hate you.
I guess I will have to learn to let you go over again. It doesn't get easier each time. It just fucks with my head. I won't lie. It feels like a condensed version of groundhog day. There is some excitement and happiness with the knowledge of shame and disappointment it won't last. It's like eating a good sticky toffee pudding but the toffee isn't quite right. Cold pizza with cheese that falls off. A steak that's gone off.
I don't know what you thought changing your number would do now. You didn't get the point. Remember when i told you if you have to ask for flowers every time then the feeling is lost. You didn't change your account, your email, etc. More importantly your health, your studies, your career. You want to be an overgrown child with someone else dealing with your problems.
I hope you're doing better and I hope you learn something from this. Loss the greatest kick up the butt so if you lost what you say to me you did then this should be it. That kick. Shame it came at cost to me but we have to take some silver linings.
As always, I miss you
Yours G

I once too was in your shoes. Broken and lost from a love I thought was forever.
I was with my ex for 7 years. And through those 7 years there were many many good times, and there were many many bad times. They say that’s what relationships are about.
Though there is some truth to that, the real truth is often a bit darker.
My ex dealt with some really horrible things from his childhood. Loss of his parents and family lead to abuse of substance and although he was smart, charming and a good person, these traumas followed him through much of his life and ultimately.. our relationship.
I always thought that I would be the one to fix him. Heal him with how much I cared and loved him. That if I just guided him and provided him with a safe, happy, soft place to land that eventually things would turn around.
The truth is nobody can fix anyone who does not wish to put the effort in to fix themselves.
And through the ups and downs I eventually realized how much of myself I had truly lost. How putting him before myself was my own down fall. I missed out on so many things for myself because I was always too worried about him and what I could do to support him or be around for him just in case he needed me.
From the outside looking into our relationship, someone would probably see two young adults, with good jobs, a beautiful home and a bright future. One with marriage and children so shortly on the horizon.
I often found myself wishing for that, until I didn’t. Until he started talking about it often and I realized it was something that scared me more than it excited me. I realized that if I stayed, if I continued to put this person over myself, that I would never be truly happy and I would always regret what could have been.
Looking back the bad was really bad. The fighting, the yelling the crying and sometimes even the violence that would follow. We never communicated effectively even though I really do think we tried. He was volatile and I was timid. He would scream and I would shut down. We were in a cycle of hurt together that we just didn’t know how to even escape after the life we had built, a life that was so heavily intertwined.
Looking back I was very young and immature when we got together. I think that he saw me as a life vest and took the opportunity when I showed how caring I was of my friends and family. He wanted to be apart of that. And knowing his background I can’t blame him.
But I do blame him for the blame he laid on me at the end. I do resent him for it. After all I did to try to help…To prove how much I loved him over and over he still threw it in my face that it wasn’t enough. That I was giving up. On him. On us. That by me leaving I was damning him to a life of substance abuse and misery forever. Like because of me he would never again have the opportunity to get it together. When in my mind the reason I was leaving was for the Hope that maybe if the life vest was gone he would drown, hit rock bottom, and be forced to work to the surface of recovery on his own.
I’m not sure where he’s at with his recovery today. I hope, truly, that he’s better. I know how badly he needed that for himself.
Even after we broke up I hoped we would find each other again. My friends said if it was meant to be and he got it together that we would definitely work it out.
Instead we usually fought when we spoke. Feelings of anger and sadness would be dredged up for me every time. I’d go days without eating or showering after we’d communicate. So we went NC.
I found someone about 6 months after we broke up. Someone kind. Loving. Giving. Someone who takes care of my heart. I fought being with him because I was so determined that my ex was my person. That certainly was not the case the more and more I spent time with this new person. I felt like I had finally come home. I realized how much trauma I was holding onto, and he helped me let it go slowly. He helped heal me without even trying. Just by being him.
We’re now engaged and recently found out we’re expecting.
I’m not fully healed to this day from my previous relationship, but I think that maybe that’s okay. Maybe that’s what makes the one that’s meant for me that much greater of a love.
I poured all of myself into someone who couldn’t even meet me a quarter of the way let alone meet me half way.
I think because of that, I have a respect and gratitude for my future husband that I maybe wouldn’t have if I hadn’t loved and lost before him.
My ex is now dating someone I was once best friends with. I’m not upset with him about it… I’m more disappointed and wishing better for him honestly. She was someone who hurt me and always envied me openly even while we were friends. I don’t see her being a healthy person for him the way that my person is for me. I want him to find his reason to get sober and I think she may be the opposite of that, and it makes me sad. But it’s not longer my burden or responsibility to hold.
I was in such a dark place for such a long time. I thought pieces and parts of me that died would never come back. But they are.
I can’t wait to be a mom and a wife. I feel content and happy knowing it’s with my true person. I feel loved and valued, everyday. I don’t walk on egg shells or feel down anymore.
When me and my ex broke up I thought truly I’d just lost the love of my life.
If you feel that way rn pls know that you’re not alone, but find some comfort in the fact that your person would never leave you feeling how you do right now. I promise.
I know it’s hard to see the end of it when you’re in it. There is good coming. There is what’s best for you still out there. 🤍
Be patient and kind with yourself. The healing is truly never done. But it does get easier

Hi folks,
Just arrived on Koh Phangan yesterday and rented a car from a place with a 5 star rating and over 300+ perfect reviews.
We've got the car, it's totally fine, however the company are showing some red flags.
We were quoted one price, and signed the agreement yesterday, however this morning they decided they wanted to change the quote they gave us and the agreement that we signed, and they've sent us a new agreement with a higher price and our signature on it. They either edited the contract we signed or copy and pasted our signature onto a new agreement.
We have the original quotes confirmed in writing and original agreement, so of course we will dispute this, but just wondering what our options are if they are difficult or refuse to give back our whole deposit.
Is it illegal for them to have changed the agreement? Is this something the Thai tourist police would assist with?
We have videos we took of the whole car so we're not too worried about them claiming any damage when returning it.
Any advice would be appreciated.

So if Tessa was actually the Absolute Solver, and the solver wants the drones dead, why did the solver save Uzi from the sentinels after destroying the door controls???
Wouldn't it have been much easier to have just let the sentinels kill them and move on, or am I missing something???

Long story short, I have a friend that has lived in the Daytona area for a very long time. I used to visit them because I ended up moving, but we knew each other while living there.
It's been over a year at this point since anyone has heard from them, they are in their mid 40s so I doubt they could have passed away from health issues, I know they were in between jobs when I left the last time, so trying to contact their old job is fruitless and the phone number I have for them no longer works.
I don't think I'm able to file a missing person report, specially since it's been over a year, and maybe they just moved or something, but is there a way to maybe see if they passed away, or something?

And the tittle says, what should be doing to progress, I'm a returning player since ,1 or more year ago, I Just finished the story, got a couple of nice item's in the action house and I'm just doing the "Basic" Chao's cards upgrades on runes and charms, I guess with this all New content I'm missing something, or some others ways to progress! Want to know, I'm aware of runes and build because YouTube, but nothing else! Thanks guys!

I downloaded my esty listings to clean up listings, but I do not see how to upload the edited excel listing spreadsheet afterward. Am I missing something obvious?