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2009.03.30 05:20 kaehyu r/drawing: reddit's refrigerator door
Drawing is the act of making marks on a substrate by moving something across it. Discussion, technique, gear, and all kinds of artwork are welcome. Make yourself at home!
2024.05.19 05:54 SeikatsuEnjeru Day 21 - 3 weeks completed. Wow.
Hey guys! I'm happy to have gotten this far. Today was a pretty. Hill day. Got some laundry down, found a great electric razer, made some food, and hung out with a friend for a few hours. I didn't go to the gym today, but still I'm pretty happy.
I downloaded Facebook to join a group for friends, but my Facebook account has some questionable art in my feed. It's nothing that has triggered me so far, but I'm feeling it might be a good idea to delete Facebook just in case. I'll give it another day or two to see if this group does anything worthwhile but if not then I'm definitely deleting the app.
Drawings and pixels are not my life anymore. Not anymore.
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I downloaded Facebook to join a group for friends, but my Facebook account has some questionable art in my feed. It's nothing that has triggered me so far, but I'm feeling it might be a good idea to delete Facebook just in case. I'll give it another day or two to see if this group does anything worthwhile but if not then I'm definitely deleting the app.
Drawings and pixels are not my life anymore. Not anymore.
2024.05.19 03:18 SnooObjections4551 [0 YoE] 5 Months Applying for Entry-Level SDE Roles, Only 2 Interviews. Any tips for my resume?
![[0 YoE] 5 Months Applying for Entry-Level SDE Roles, Only 2 Interviews. Any tips for my resume?](https://b.thumbs.redditmedia.com/JFIT6w1hKlF2C8QO08KOUgY1CHbmzXGZPaZWGF_AhZY.jpg "[0 YoE] 5 Months Applying for Entry-Level SDE Roles, Only 2 Interviews. Any tips for my resume?") | https://preview.redd.it/du8i7ey6ba1d1.png?width=4961&format=png&auto=webp&s=222ce94d44c9b5b29ed0283653cf8c19d6b84eeb submitted by SnooObjections4551 to EngineeringResumes [link] [comments] Hey everyone, I've been on the job hunt for about five months since graduating, but it feels like I'm sending applications into a black hole. It's left me scratching my head and wondering what's up. If anyone's got some sage advice or insider tips on how to crack the job market, I'm all ears! Thank you! |
2024.05.19 00:34 Ashamed-Power-4246 Low key would like that Ethan gets married and then cheats on Ariana
Now that fans are saying that Ethan may be a casanova wannabe, I thought we can't rule out this scenario. You know what say of ugly mfers: they can and still will cheat if that is who they are as a person. I get this will come across as delulu, but please have fun with me. Picture this:
Not long after Ethan's divorce is finished, Ariana, in desperation for love and better PR, marries this runt. With Wicked on theaters and finally going ~official~, the public quickly forgets how both of them are POS. The media writes silly stories about how Ethan is real life Boq for discount Temu's Galinda, and the stans are ecstatic.
Ethan, previously an "average" working actor doesn't have to hide in shame anymore: He finally gets the reflectors and attention he has always dreamed of. Thanks to the fame of his new wife and the romanticization the media has done of their relationship, he is receiving a lot of love from the public, and newer and bigger work opportunities. He gets an even greater taste of the good life. He thinks all his decisions have been good and have payed off very well.
Buuut, Ariana is still a disturbed and sick womanchild. Months pass by and the honeymoon phase is over. Her tantrums and vapidness start getting to him. Now he has access to high society, he gets to meet all kinds of people, including lots of beautiful women. Sometimes he smiles and greets them effusively and thoughts cross his mind.
Long gone are the days of flirting through facebook as some commoner simp. Now he has money, powerful friends and a newfound confidence. After all, he screwed and married THE Ariana Grande. No woman should be out of his league, right?
He gets to hookup with insta models who draw gifts and money out of him. Ariana discovers it, has a meltdown, does an album, dates yet another weirdo; the usual. The second divorce goes public, stans go for Ethan's throat. Since Ethan's powerful contacts were in fact Ariana's, now he hasn't that good opportunities at his hand. He takes Ariana's money and spends it on drugs and women until insta girls decide he's not good anymore.
Lilly has moved on, and has a new loving partner. Since Ethan became cheap tabloid bait for a while, she knows he is yet again divorced and a bit of a mess. That kinda explains why he has been texting her late at night about nonsense, though she never replies. In hindsight, she is grateful of having divorced him, he was most definitely not the one. Page Six reached both her and Dalton for comment, but they declined.
~The end~
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Not long after Ethan's divorce is finished, Ariana, in desperation for love and better PR, marries this runt. With Wicked on theaters and finally going ~official~, the public quickly forgets how both of them are POS. The media writes silly stories about how Ethan is real life Boq for discount Temu's Galinda, and the stans are ecstatic.
Ethan, previously an "average" working actor doesn't have to hide in shame anymore: He finally gets the reflectors and attention he has always dreamed of. Thanks to the fame of his new wife and the romanticization the media has done of their relationship, he is receiving a lot of love from the public, and newer and bigger work opportunities. He gets an even greater taste of the good life. He thinks all his decisions have been good and have payed off very well.
Buuut, Ariana is still a disturbed and sick womanchild. Months pass by and the honeymoon phase is over. Her tantrums and vapidness start getting to him. Now he has access to high society, he gets to meet all kinds of people, including lots of beautiful women. Sometimes he smiles and greets them effusively and thoughts cross his mind.
Long gone are the days of flirting through facebook as some commoner simp. Now he has money, powerful friends and a newfound confidence. After all, he screwed and married THE Ariana Grande. No woman should be out of his league, right?
He gets to hookup with insta models who draw gifts and money out of him. Ariana discovers it, has a meltdown, does an album, dates yet another weirdo; the usual. The second divorce goes public, stans go for Ethan's throat. Since Ethan's powerful contacts were in fact Ariana's, now he hasn't that good opportunities at his hand. He takes Ariana's money and spends it on drugs and women until insta girls decide he's not good anymore.
Lilly has moved on, and has a new loving partner. Since Ethan became cheap tabloid bait for a while, she knows he is yet again divorced and a bit of a mess. That kinda explains why he has been texting her late at night about nonsense, though she never replies. In hindsight, she is grateful of having divorced him, he was most definitely not the one. Page Six reached both her and Dalton for comment, but they declined.
~The end~
2024.05.18 15:08 Confident_Ad7790 Art commission scam?
I'm fairly certain this is a scammer as their profile is sketchy. But I've never heard of a scam like this before... Someone messaged me on my Facebook art page asking if I am open for commissions. I said I will be soon (however I've never advertised commissions before) and asked for more information. They have asked me to draw their son and want to pay me $400. It seems scammy because their page has a verification tick as their cover photo, and their profile pic is an AI cartoon thing. They have put their name as a hybrid of Bruce Springsteen (the musician)...initial red flag. And they have 600+ "followers" most of them named Muhammad. As I write this it is becoming more obvious that this is a fake profile. But how do you respond to this? And what are they trying to do?
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2024.05.18 11:07 Gladeeeeeeee Joeyy liked my insta story as I did a portrait of him in an art lesson
 | my art teacher asked me who it is, i responded saying he’s my favourite Christian rapper Joeyy… Movie 🎬 submitted by Gladeeeeeeee to joeyy [link] [comments] |
2024.05.18 09:20 EliJoy1214 Dr maras - HDC CYPRUS
 | It's about time to post my review of the HDC clinic in Nicosia Cyprus, where I had my transplant done at the end of October. About 3200 grafts. submitted by EliJoy1214 to HairTransplants [link] [comments] All the pictures are at the end of this post. First, it is important to clarify that I did research for almost six months!!! I checked countless clinics (I think over 50). I spoke and contacted over 700 people from Facebook hairtransplat groups. I contacted with anyone who tweeted something about a clinic and wanted to know everything. I asked people what they thought, were they satisfied ans etc. Many were nice and agreed to share from their experience. I talked to so many people because I didn't want to take any chances. From the one hand I didnt want to to pay chep prices and go to a hair milles like they gave on Turkey, and from the other hand not paying 4-5. euros per graft. Finnaly I choose Hdc clinic in cyprus. small introduction about the clinic and the reason I choose it. Dr. John C*** worked in this clinic - an American doctor, the first to perform fue in Europe and who is considered one of the best known hairtranplent doctors in the world. The doctor who replaced Jhon C*** as the head doctor at HDC was his apprentice at the clinic and who would also become one of the best known doctors in the world - Dr. Bizenga from Belgium. After the departure of Dr. Bizenga, Dr. Maras (who was also an apprentice of Dr. C***), took the reins of the head doctor and he was the one who performed my hairtransplant. We will expand on him later. From here begins nothing less than amazing experience I had with HDC. I discovered that it is no less than one big family. At midnight at the airport, Yogin was waiting for me, a kind driver who later turned out to be married to Janet, one of the nurses who help with the transplant and sort the grafts (I told you - family 😊) As mentioned, I arrived at midnight and from there we drove about 45 minutes to Nicosia to one of the HDC apartments. The clinic has many apartments for patients in the building that is opposite the clinic - just cross the road. The apartment is equipped with everything, huge kitchen (the size of an apartment in itself) with everything you need, living room, TV, etc. I got up the next morning and showed up at 8:00 AM, full of excitement. First I will note that the clinic itself looks very modest - A 3 story building. They don't try to market themselves through a fancy clinic and they don't need to either. Anyone that goes there knows, that they doesn't need to be impressed by the design. I came to receive a premium hairtranplant at medium cost, so what interest me, is the doctor and the staff - where the clinic spares me with nothing. Let's move on to the main part - first I had some photos taken by Janet (whom I told you about before) who is considered the "mother" of the clinic. She is also the one who takes care of everything you need at the apartment. After the pictures, she will move on to assist Dr. Maras with the transplant. I guess there were all kinds of other procedural things that happened and I just forgot because of the excitement. After that is the meeting with Dr. Maras for discussing the hairline. Again, I have to mention that he is an outstanding doctor with great hands, but more important also a lovely person. He project you with his calmness. Even when you drive him crazy with questions, he is always calm and patient. we started talking and thinking about what can and should be done according to my age (43). After a conversation and several drawings and suggestions, we started the process. The thing that everyone was scared me about was the injections. I don't know if I'm already used to pain due to surgeries I've had, but I must say that the injections didn't hurt at all. Just felt like a slight pinch. All the credit goes to whoever is responsible for the anesthetic injections in the head and somehow the only person whose name is lost from my memory. He kept asking me if everything was fine and if it was possible to continue the injections and every time I gave him the same answer "everything is fine, I can hardly feel it". After the anesthetic injections, Dr. Maras begins the procedure of removing the grafts from the back of the head with the hair punching Machine. The grafts are transferred to for sorting/separating into singles by the nurses, Janet whom I told you about earlier, and the equally lovely Crystala. After a short break when to order lunch, Dr. Maras begins to perform the procedure of opening the channels, and then the final step of inserting the grafts after they have been sorted and some of them have been separated into singles. The only thing I had a problem with, was lying in all kinds of positions for many hours (since I have a lot of orthopedic problems this was the only part that was difficult for me) and at the same time the staff was very attentive when I asked to take breaks. The whole procedure takes about 8-9 hours on the first day. On the second day, the same procedure is repeated again. As I mentioned before, I had about 3200 grafts tranplented, most of them singled, which means only about 1600 grafts were tranplented on average per day - which is about half of the amount implanted in other clinics, which shows the clinic's meticulousness and its perfectionism. At the end of the second day, you do not fly home. They don't put you a bandage and send you home. You stay another 5 nights for supervision and for daily washing. After 7 nights, on the day of the flight back to Israel, Janet removes the scabs, equips you with a return home kit and explains to you how you should behave in the coming month. |
2024.05.18 05:01 Davidtgnome PEF negotiated copay benifit.
Just got thrown out of the Facebook group "PEF Strong" for pointing this out.
The language in the contract summary paperwork indicated if while at a doctor's office they draw lab work or any other procedures they can only charge one copay.
This is only true if the provider also reads or analyzes the test. So, if you have an xray and another doctor reads it that's still 2 copays.
Don feels this was always made clear and as is typical for him is incapable of accepting that PEF has any room for improvement. He would rather throw people out who point out glaring issues, then give PEF the opportunity to clarify or address them.
So, do yourself a favor. Save the $25 and take your labs and scans to a separate provider not affiliated with a hospital or your primary. Because that's always been obvious to Don.
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The language in the contract summary paperwork indicated if while at a doctor's office they draw lab work or any other procedures they can only charge one copay.
This is only true if the provider also reads or analyzes the test. So, if you have an xray and another doctor reads it that's still 2 copays.
Don feels this was always made clear and as is typical for him is incapable of accepting that PEF has any room for improvement. He would rather throw people out who point out glaring issues, then give PEF the opportunity to clarify or address them.
So, do yourself a favor. Save the $25 and take your labs and scans to a separate provider not affiliated with a hospital or your primary. Because that's always been obvious to Don.
2024.05.18 02:00 LetBeginning9300 Moral Quandary - Cat edition
My husband was approached by a stray cat last night - he was clearly living on the street, dirty, severely underweight, and was not neutered. While we aren’t able to adopt him right now, he has such a sweet disposition we decided to take care of him for the weekend and try and find him a home.*
*Our city has a huge stray problem, and no shelters would take him - even the humane society had a $100 surrender fee. We made some posts on our neighborhood app and Facebook to see if anyone was interested in taking him in.
In the last 24 hours, he’s been mostly affectionate but has shown some signs of aggression (hissing and some crab walking). An hour or so ago, he attacked my left ankle, scratching and biting with enough force to break skin through my jeans and sock. I think he may have just been overstimulated, but given he’s a stray and his shifting moods, we decided to go to urgent care to get it checked out.
I got a tetanus shot and they gave me an antibiotic. They also informed us of the process of getting a rabies vaccine (a specific regiment of shots across several weeks) and noted it was very costly as the vaccine itself is expensive, plus they charge for every ER visit, meaning the total cost will likely be in the thousands of dollars. Alternatively, they noted we could call animal control and have the cat tested for rabies (which would require putting him down), but that would inform us a) if I even need the vaccine and b) DHS would likely offer it at a much cheaper price. We’re in our late 20s and while it would be possible for us to afford the full process, it would definitely strain us significantly.
Given rabies has a 100% fatality rate, it’s not something we really want to risk, but morally we’re not comfortable saying his life is worth X amount of dollars. On the other hand, is this the specific hill we want to (maybe literally) die on?
As far as we can see, there are a couple of options:
A) pay the upfront costs of the vaccine in the hopes of saving his life. The risks (aside from the obvious financial strain) would be he could still be rabid and we’d have to put him down anyway. We supposedly could also then be considered liable for keeping a rabid animal and face additional fines.
B) surrender him to animal control for testing, meaning he would die but we’d get definitive proof of rabies or not, and get discounted treatment if he does
C) accept the risk as the bite was through two layers of clothing and while it broke the skin, it didn’t seem to draw blood. Again, if it didn’t have a basically guaranteed fatality, I wouldn’t worry as much but as my husband put it “the chances are low but the consequence is high”.
If it was just a matter of the vaccine, I would do it just to be safe, but the high price v his life is making this choice so difficult. What should I do?
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*Our city has a huge stray problem, and no shelters would take him - even the humane society had a $100 surrender fee. We made some posts on our neighborhood app and Facebook to see if anyone was interested in taking him in.
In the last 24 hours, he’s been mostly affectionate but has shown some signs of aggression (hissing and some crab walking). An hour or so ago, he attacked my left ankle, scratching and biting with enough force to break skin through my jeans and sock. I think he may have just been overstimulated, but given he’s a stray and his shifting moods, we decided to go to urgent care to get it checked out.
I got a tetanus shot and they gave me an antibiotic. They also informed us of the process of getting a rabies vaccine (a specific regiment of shots across several weeks) and noted it was very costly as the vaccine itself is expensive, plus they charge for every ER visit, meaning the total cost will likely be in the thousands of dollars. Alternatively, they noted we could call animal control and have the cat tested for rabies (which would require putting him down), but that would inform us a) if I even need the vaccine and b) DHS would likely offer it at a much cheaper price. We’re in our late 20s and while it would be possible for us to afford the full process, it would definitely strain us significantly.
Given rabies has a 100% fatality rate, it’s not something we really want to risk, but morally we’re not comfortable saying his life is worth X amount of dollars. On the other hand, is this the specific hill we want to (maybe literally) die on?
As far as we can see, there are a couple of options:
A) pay the upfront costs of the vaccine in the hopes of saving his life. The risks (aside from the obvious financial strain) would be he could still be rabid and we’d have to put him down anyway. We supposedly could also then be considered liable for keeping a rabid animal and face additional fines.
B) surrender him to animal control for testing, meaning he would die but we’d get definitive proof of rabies or not, and get discounted treatment if he does
C) accept the risk as the bite was through two layers of clothing and while it broke the skin, it didn’t seem to draw blood. Again, if it didn’t have a basically guaranteed fatality, I wouldn’t worry as much but as my husband put it “the chances are low but the consequence is high”.
If it was just a matter of the vaccine, I would do it just to be safe, but the high price v his life is making this choice so difficult. What should I do?
2024.05.18 00:26 Star17Stuff Star’s Story
I’m on mobile so I’m sorry for any formatting issues. Trigger warning for upsetting content. I hope this finds its way to the right people someday..
I’m Star, and this is my story
The night I finally decided to tell my story I found true liberation. I had to come to terms that I had 3 out comes I had to be ok with. So following what advice I’d give someone else is either going to be the best thing, worst thing, or most insignificant thing I ever decide to do. I can’t use my past as a crutch or excuse to why I’m not living the life I dreamed of.
I guess I’m in for the worlds biggest reality check.
I had a typical life up until pre k. My family packed up our little trailer in Vacherie, Louisiana and nothing has been the same since. I went from growing up close with both sides of my parents family to almost complete isolation.
My dad was in search to lead his family and give us the best life he could possibly provide. With that honest sentiment he found a group of people that became our new family - and for the majority of my life our only family. Family birthdays slowly turned into fellowships. Summer vacation became going to church in different parts of California. Every Thanksgiving was in the sister church in Texas. The majority of our travel time was going to church to which we already went to 3 times a week. We didn’t celebrate any holidays, I couldn’t participate in team sports at school, go to dances, prom, sleepovers with school friends, wear certain clothing, watch certain movies and tv shows, you know, the typical religious restrictions people may encounter. However, this went deeper.
I grew up in a religious cult. Now that I’m way on the other side of that life, I can finally admit it and not feel guilty. I befriended many people I still have fond memories of. I stayed in contact with a few others that have left. There were good people there and some probably still are. These are people I shared decades of my life with. I used to feel some need to protect them from my truth and what I really thought and felt sitting in those pews. I still have my struggles with this.
I remember many significant events. The founder of the church getting shot was the biggest. We all gathered at the church and got on our knees and prayed. Everyone. It didn’t matter your age. I was primary school aged getting on my knees and calling to Jesus. I mimicked what I saw. This ritual only happened when a major event threatened the church or if someone high up in status was on the brink of death or needed extra prayer. I can only recall 3 times I experienced this first hand. Another memorable event was when the leaders went on CBS to defend the churches from allegations of ‘selling tickets to heaven.’ After all, my entire life we were taught that they were the one and only true followers of Christ and the only people making it to what was called a third heaven.
I submitted as much as a child could to what I learned in the church until puberty. As a preachers daughter, I was always expected to act and carry myself in a certain way. I didn’t feel that lifestyle was how I wanted to spend my one chance at life. School was my salvation from home and church. It was the only time I could be me although I was always a diluted version. I made friends, but of course I could never cultivate those friendships outside of school. There was only so many ‘no’s’ to attending sleepovers, parties and doing activities with the friends I chose for myself that a child could take. I started to secretly reject what had become a huge chunk of my life.
There were so many unspoken rules you knew to follow. No piercings, no tattoos, no loud colored haifingernails, no consumption of alcohol, you couldn’t consume worldly music or media, if you saw someone that left it was an unspoken rule not to engage with them and rampent homophobia; which I discovered was typical with similar religious practices and/or followed the King James Version of the bible.
But wait, there’s more!
You couldn’t show your shoulders, wear heels over a certain height, skirts and dresses had to be a certain length. I wore shorts in secret or only at my home. You could only marry and date within the church. If you found someone not in the church you like, you had to bring them in or the relationship would be frowned upon. You had to get married there, do your marriage counseling with the ministry, your dress had to cover your shoulders, your bridal party was your selection out of the sisters and brothers and your reception was in the dining hall at the church. Women couldn’t sit on the first pew at church or wear pants. At the time Facebook was the only allowed social media but your posts were watched. I found myself ‘in the office’ many times towards the end of my time there because of social media. If you wanted to make big purchases you had to have an audience with the ministry first. It was a tight knit community. It was a self sufficient community. It was a community that other people have told their stories about and we were told they were just people taking revenge on the church. The family had to stick together and draw others into the church to save more people so they had a chance for eternal life. There were accusations that many women were forced to get abortions to remain part of the ‘body of Christ’ they told us these allegations were lies. When you’ve been taught and controlled your whole life to eat whatever they feed you, you are obeditent and don’t ask questions. Plus why would my story change anything? Others before me spoke out. Some were silenced, some stories were buried and with that I just kept quiet. I have so many accounts about this church that I need to let go of. A religious relationship with life may work for some and that should be respected; personally it didn’t resonate with the person I want to be. I don’t want to sensationalize this piece of my life it is what it is; it was what it was. I don’t want to leave a door open for my past to feel welcome to my present. To this day I still have nightmares about my family and I being stuck there or going back voluntarily.
I wasn’t allowed to just leave the church and stop coming. How would that look if a preacher couldn’t control his own daugther? The mixture of teenage angst, middle child syndrome, and bipolar depression came together to create the perfect storm -but- in this storm Star was born. The only control I had over my life was through writing. As a teen I rarely left my room. It was me, my guitar, books, music and the magic of movies that kept me as sane as someone in my situation could be. Star became her own entity. She was my salvation in separating my reailty to a dream world so Theresa could survive. Every now and then she had to take over. If I couldn’t leave, I had to find a way out by more drastic measures. It started with pretending to be sick every now and then or purposely waiting to do my homework during church services so I could sit in a back room instead of pretending to take notes and be engaged in the services. This wasn’t enough for me long term so I had to up the ante. I fell into a cycle of self harm. I remember one damn near successful suicide attempt. When I was in the hospital only the ministry was allowed to see me. They told me when I got out the hospital, they would call me into the office to talk about why I did what I did. I never felt such dread and I wished I was dead in that moment. I saw the way it broke my mothers heart to see me in that position. I never attempted suicide again no matter how much I felt I wanted to escape my life. I spent about 2 weeks in a behavioral facility and to be honest, I never felt more free at the time. Unfortunately, back to church I still had to go. I came up with a plan that would change my trajectory permanently. I had to get myself kicked out of the church.
In the world of alternative modeling I found a community that became my new universe and my ticket to freedom. It’s because of this community I can even tell my story. I began posting risqué photos and I went all in with nude modeling. When this was discovered, I got called into the office one last time. I remember being asked if that the type of content I made me feel good about myself and that question made to feel so small. It felt like my own David and Goliath story when I spoke up and said, “yes, it does.” I believe this was the first time I ever didn’t let my fear decide my fate. I wanted to do what I wanted, how I wanted and when I want to do it. I didn’t want to care what anyone thought of me. I didn’t want to follow a lifestyle that sucked the life out of me. It’s this mindset that took years to come to its peak to practice what I preach. Little me always wanted to sing and put on a show. She wanted to make music. She wanted to create movies. She wanted to make people laugh and smile. She wanted to voice characters on her favorite tv shows. She wanted to explore and experience everything life had to offer even if she was always taught the world has nothing and it would just eat you up and spit you out. But I would choose to be digested by the world over and over again before I waste my time bound to the expectations of others. If I knew then what I know now, I would tell myself go be that theater kid, go audition for movies follow your true passions instead of making choices out of necessity to have a typical life. I often wonder who I would’ve been if I lived a different life. A normal life.
Now here I am ready to, for once, truly try doing what my inner child always dreamed of. I have so many songs that need to find a home and I’m doing that by following the only formula I know- bearing my soul and putting myself out there. I’m currently working on updating old lyrics and creating new songs so I can contact people to collaborate with. I’ve never been one for reality, so of course I have to do this my way. It’s time to stop telling myself that it’s too late and coming up with excuses to avoid the inevitably of failure. I was stuck in the societal mindset that you had to achieve everything in your 20s. There’s already failure in not trying. Of course I have no clue where or how to start with my limited experience and resources. I was gonna be that crazy person to walk in any and every record company and have them read my songs. Of course the industry doesn’t work that way, and why would it for me? I’m nothing special. Every artist feels their work will touch someone out there. Maybe nothing will come from this, maybe I’ll get to work with local artists or maybe my works will just find success in being posted here for few to read.
Since writing my initial story, I have yet again evolved. If I was going to go down this road I had to do things the right way and build a strong foundation from scratch. While learning how to navigate the unknown I found someone who elevated my mindset. The world connected me with vocal coach, Jeanetta, who turned my world upside down in the best way. I went from discovering I’ve been singing wrong my whole life to being able to write essays on how much I learned about proper singing techniques and from only wanting to write for others to constructing my own projects and concepts. She’s been my mentor in helping me unlock parts of me that I didn’t know were there and parts of me I’ve forgotten existed. I’ve been down a rabbit hole of crafting my sound and uncovering my voice. I could go off on a tangent about the excitement this journey has brought to me. I’ve made a few demos and dived in head first networking with whoever wants to share their knowledge with me. I had to realize nothing about my path is “normal” and I need to stop dimming myself to blend in common spaces. I’m never going to know normalcy. I can only find people who share a similar vision and will accept me as I am. I’m just going to keep going until I find them or they find me. Either way- I’m going to find out if it’s possible to fly with clipped wings.
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I’m Star, and this is my story
The night I finally decided to tell my story I found true liberation. I had to come to terms that I had 3 out comes I had to be ok with. So following what advice I’d give someone else is either going to be the best thing, worst thing, or most insignificant thing I ever decide to do. I can’t use my past as a crutch or excuse to why I’m not living the life I dreamed of.
I guess I’m in for the worlds biggest reality check.
I had a typical life up until pre k. My family packed up our little trailer in Vacherie, Louisiana and nothing has been the same since. I went from growing up close with both sides of my parents family to almost complete isolation.
My dad was in search to lead his family and give us the best life he could possibly provide. With that honest sentiment he found a group of people that became our new family - and for the majority of my life our only family. Family birthdays slowly turned into fellowships. Summer vacation became going to church in different parts of California. Every Thanksgiving was in the sister church in Texas. The majority of our travel time was going to church to which we already went to 3 times a week. We didn’t celebrate any holidays, I couldn’t participate in team sports at school, go to dances, prom, sleepovers with school friends, wear certain clothing, watch certain movies and tv shows, you know, the typical religious restrictions people may encounter. However, this went deeper.
I grew up in a religious cult. Now that I’m way on the other side of that life, I can finally admit it and not feel guilty. I befriended many people I still have fond memories of. I stayed in contact with a few others that have left. There were good people there and some probably still are. These are people I shared decades of my life with. I used to feel some need to protect them from my truth and what I really thought and felt sitting in those pews. I still have my struggles with this.
I remember many significant events. The founder of the church getting shot was the biggest. We all gathered at the church and got on our knees and prayed. Everyone. It didn’t matter your age. I was primary school aged getting on my knees and calling to Jesus. I mimicked what I saw. This ritual only happened when a major event threatened the church or if someone high up in status was on the brink of death or needed extra prayer. I can only recall 3 times I experienced this first hand. Another memorable event was when the leaders went on CBS to defend the churches from allegations of ‘selling tickets to heaven.’ After all, my entire life we were taught that they were the one and only true followers of Christ and the only people making it to what was called a third heaven.
I submitted as much as a child could to what I learned in the church until puberty. As a preachers daughter, I was always expected to act and carry myself in a certain way. I didn’t feel that lifestyle was how I wanted to spend my one chance at life. School was my salvation from home and church. It was the only time I could be me although I was always a diluted version. I made friends, but of course I could never cultivate those friendships outside of school. There was only so many ‘no’s’ to attending sleepovers, parties and doing activities with the friends I chose for myself that a child could take. I started to secretly reject what had become a huge chunk of my life.
There were so many unspoken rules you knew to follow. No piercings, no tattoos, no loud colored haifingernails, no consumption of alcohol, you couldn’t consume worldly music or media, if you saw someone that left it was an unspoken rule not to engage with them and rampent homophobia; which I discovered was typical with similar religious practices and/or followed the King James Version of the bible.
But wait, there’s more!
You couldn’t show your shoulders, wear heels over a certain height, skirts and dresses had to be a certain length. I wore shorts in secret or only at my home. You could only marry and date within the church. If you found someone not in the church you like, you had to bring them in or the relationship would be frowned upon. You had to get married there, do your marriage counseling with the ministry, your dress had to cover your shoulders, your bridal party was your selection out of the sisters and brothers and your reception was in the dining hall at the church. Women couldn’t sit on the first pew at church or wear pants. At the time Facebook was the only allowed social media but your posts were watched. I found myself ‘in the office’ many times towards the end of my time there because of social media. If you wanted to make big purchases you had to have an audience with the ministry first. It was a tight knit community. It was a self sufficient community. It was a community that other people have told their stories about and we were told they were just people taking revenge on the church. The family had to stick together and draw others into the church to save more people so they had a chance for eternal life. There were accusations that many women were forced to get abortions to remain part of the ‘body of Christ’ they told us these allegations were lies. When you’ve been taught and controlled your whole life to eat whatever they feed you, you are obeditent and don’t ask questions. Plus why would my story change anything? Others before me spoke out. Some were silenced, some stories were buried and with that I just kept quiet. I have so many accounts about this church that I need to let go of. A religious relationship with life may work for some and that should be respected; personally it didn’t resonate with the person I want to be. I don’t want to sensationalize this piece of my life it is what it is; it was what it was. I don’t want to leave a door open for my past to feel welcome to my present. To this day I still have nightmares about my family and I being stuck there or going back voluntarily.
I wasn’t allowed to just leave the church and stop coming. How would that look if a preacher couldn’t control his own daugther? The mixture of teenage angst, middle child syndrome, and bipolar depression came together to create the perfect storm -but- in this storm Star was born. The only control I had over my life was through writing. As a teen I rarely left my room. It was me, my guitar, books, music and the magic of movies that kept me as sane as someone in my situation could be. Star became her own entity. She was my salvation in separating my reailty to a dream world so Theresa could survive. Every now and then she had to take over. If I couldn’t leave, I had to find a way out by more drastic measures. It started with pretending to be sick every now and then or purposely waiting to do my homework during church services so I could sit in a back room instead of pretending to take notes and be engaged in the services. This wasn’t enough for me long term so I had to up the ante. I fell into a cycle of self harm. I remember one damn near successful suicide attempt. When I was in the hospital only the ministry was allowed to see me. They told me when I got out the hospital, they would call me into the office to talk about why I did what I did. I never felt such dread and I wished I was dead in that moment. I saw the way it broke my mothers heart to see me in that position. I never attempted suicide again no matter how much I felt I wanted to escape my life. I spent about 2 weeks in a behavioral facility and to be honest, I never felt more free at the time. Unfortunately, back to church I still had to go. I came up with a plan that would change my trajectory permanently. I had to get myself kicked out of the church.
In the world of alternative modeling I found a community that became my new universe and my ticket to freedom. It’s because of this community I can even tell my story. I began posting risqué photos and I went all in with nude modeling. When this was discovered, I got called into the office one last time. I remember being asked if that the type of content I made me feel good about myself and that question made to feel so small. It felt like my own David and Goliath story when I spoke up and said, “yes, it does.” I believe this was the first time I ever didn’t let my fear decide my fate. I wanted to do what I wanted, how I wanted and when I want to do it. I didn’t want to care what anyone thought of me. I didn’t want to follow a lifestyle that sucked the life out of me. It’s this mindset that took years to come to its peak to practice what I preach. Little me always wanted to sing and put on a show. She wanted to make music. She wanted to create movies. She wanted to make people laugh and smile. She wanted to voice characters on her favorite tv shows. She wanted to explore and experience everything life had to offer even if she was always taught the world has nothing and it would just eat you up and spit you out. But I would choose to be digested by the world over and over again before I waste my time bound to the expectations of others. If I knew then what I know now, I would tell myself go be that theater kid, go audition for movies follow your true passions instead of making choices out of necessity to have a typical life. I often wonder who I would’ve been if I lived a different life. A normal life.
Now here I am ready to, for once, truly try doing what my inner child always dreamed of. I have so many songs that need to find a home and I’m doing that by following the only formula I know- bearing my soul and putting myself out there. I’m currently working on updating old lyrics and creating new songs so I can contact people to collaborate with. I’ve never been one for reality, so of course I have to do this my way. It’s time to stop telling myself that it’s too late and coming up with excuses to avoid the inevitably of failure. I was stuck in the societal mindset that you had to achieve everything in your 20s. There’s already failure in not trying. Of course I have no clue where or how to start with my limited experience and resources. I was gonna be that crazy person to walk in any and every record company and have them read my songs. Of course the industry doesn’t work that way, and why would it for me? I’m nothing special. Every artist feels their work will touch someone out there. Maybe nothing will come from this, maybe I’ll get to work with local artists or maybe my works will just find success in being posted here for few to read.
Since writing my initial story, I have yet again evolved. If I was going to go down this road I had to do things the right way and build a strong foundation from scratch. While learning how to navigate the unknown I found someone who elevated my mindset. The world connected me with vocal coach, Jeanetta, who turned my world upside down in the best way. I went from discovering I’ve been singing wrong my whole life to being able to write essays on how much I learned about proper singing techniques and from only wanting to write for others to constructing my own projects and concepts. She’s been my mentor in helping me unlock parts of me that I didn’t know were there and parts of me I’ve forgotten existed. I’ve been down a rabbit hole of crafting my sound and uncovering my voice. I could go off on a tangent about the excitement this journey has brought to me. I’ve made a few demos and dived in head first networking with whoever wants to share their knowledge with me. I had to realize nothing about my path is “normal” and I need to stop dimming myself to blend in common spaces. I’m never going to know normalcy. I can only find people who share a similar vision and will accept me as I am. I’m just going to keep going until I find them or they find me. Either way- I’m going to find out if it’s possible to fly with clipped wings.
2024.05.17 21:31 No_Fold_1640 What do auditors do again?
5 years of fraud from fake invoices and fake employee expenses, and I believe EY has been the auditor at Facebook since IPO.
Mandatory fraud procedures won’t find anything like this. Some stupid JE procedures and executive employee expenses audits won’t stuff like this. SOX controls were effective for PTP, so they just took approved invoices as is.
Audit is designed to purely comply with SOX audit regulations and that’s it. Anything else, such as critical thinking or actual fraud detection is pushed aside.
Didn’t read a single 10K, but I bet this didn’t even raise to the level of a significant deficiency in controls. “We can’t detect management override”.
https://www.justice.gov/usao-ndga/pformer-diversity-program-manager-facebook-and-nike-sentenced-federal-prison-5-million
Edit: the pushback on the comments here is insane. Auditors aren't supposed to find fraud? Then why are there fraud procedures in the EY PGAP checklist? Not sure if it's called PGAP still. You EY blue fence drawing kook aid drinkers know exactly what I'm talking about.
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Mandatory fraud procedures won’t find anything like this. Some stupid JE procedures and executive employee expenses audits won’t stuff like this. SOX controls were effective for PTP, so they just took approved invoices as is.
Audit is designed to purely comply with SOX audit regulations and that’s it. Anything else, such as critical thinking or actual fraud detection is pushed aside.
Didn’t read a single 10K, but I bet this didn’t even raise to the level of a significant deficiency in controls. “We can’t detect management override”.
https://www.justice.gov/usao-ndga/pformer-diversity-program-manager-facebook-and-nike-sentenced-federal-prison-5-million
Edit: the pushback on the comments here is insane. Auditors aren't supposed to find fraud? Then why are there fraud procedures in the EY PGAP checklist? Not sure if it's called PGAP still. You EY blue fence drawing kook aid drinkers know exactly what I'm talking about.
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2024.05.17 19:59 Lost-Yellow-6928 I genuinely need help on what to do
Introduction post Im a cosplayer I have 5k followers (less or more) I started cosplaying a year ago and i deeply regretted it, i wished I didn't cosplay because now I feel like im in a rabbit hole and i was stuck. I keep waiting to cosplay new characters and never feel content with it and also that cosplaying is an expensive hobby and I'd say i have spent about 20k+ (Philippine peso) on cosplays because i usually cosplay game characters which generally cost alot more than anime characters and that i always want a higher quality like 1/3 delusion, uwowu, etc. I do make abit money from getting donations and renting out my cosplays but it's still not enough to make a profit. I genuinely want to quit but at the same time i love cosplaying it's so fun dressing up as another character and conventions are such amazing experiences, i love the people that support me im really grateful for them but ofcourse when cosplaying there comes perverts, haters, pedos etc so yes I've also experienced those but its doesn't bother me anymore knowing i have people that will protect and help me.
Im just so worried about the costs and the money i put into this hobby i wished i should've just stick to my drawing hobby since all that needs is skill, im a minor so i get my money from allowances, gifts, reward etc and i feel really guilty that my mom willingly lets me buy expensive cosplays and i love her being supportive of me and my hobbies, i just can't help but wish that she didn't allow me to buy my first ever cosplay that started it all then maybe i would have gone into a different route where i don't stress about gaining followers, getting a new cosplay, renting, buying, selling cosplays, this is just too much for me. I learned alot because of cosplaying not just cosplay but how the adult world works, before cosplaying i just enjoy life reading manwhas and manga watching anime and just scroll through tiktok and facebook with no worries but now i stress about cosplay stuffs i really hate it I wanna go back or travel time and tell myself not to cosplay to begin with. It might seem like im overeating but cosplay really changed my life for the worst or better i don't know im confused about everything
And every now and then when i sell my cosplays i get the feeling of relief that the cosplay is not on my hands anymore and im free, it's like a heavy rock has been lifted and I feel light as a feather so now i kinda want to sell all my cosplays and feel the freedom and just quit cosplaying all together.
I know my fans, friends, supporters will miss me if i ever quit but they'll forget me eventually and i do hope so. I just wanna close this chapter of my life like a story book and move on to the next. Im not pretty in real life because i just used filter that litteraly changes every part of my face to make me look perfectly pretty and not gonna lie i am scared to meet my fans when i go to convention because they might be disappointed to see the real ugly (well not ugly just not as pretty as i am online) me.
If you ever have some advice on this matter please tell me i really need it.
If you did take your time to read this rant of mine, thankyou very much i really appreciate it
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Im just so worried about the costs and the money i put into this hobby i wished i should've just stick to my drawing hobby since all that needs is skill, im a minor so i get my money from allowances, gifts, reward etc and i feel really guilty that my mom willingly lets me buy expensive cosplays and i love her being supportive of me and my hobbies, i just can't help but wish that she didn't allow me to buy my first ever cosplay that started it all then maybe i would have gone into a different route where i don't stress about gaining followers, getting a new cosplay, renting, buying, selling cosplays, this is just too much for me. I learned alot because of cosplaying not just cosplay but how the adult world works, before cosplaying i just enjoy life reading manwhas and manga watching anime and just scroll through tiktok and facebook with no worries but now i stress about cosplay stuffs i really hate it I wanna go back or travel time and tell myself not to cosplay to begin with. It might seem like im overeating but cosplay really changed my life for the worst or better i don't know im confused about everything
And every now and then when i sell my cosplays i get the feeling of relief that the cosplay is not on my hands anymore and im free, it's like a heavy rock has been lifted and I feel light as a feather so now i kinda want to sell all my cosplays and feel the freedom and just quit cosplaying all together.
I know my fans, friends, supporters will miss me if i ever quit but they'll forget me eventually and i do hope so. I just wanna close this chapter of my life like a story book and move on to the next. Im not pretty in real life because i just used filter that litteraly changes every part of my face to make me look perfectly pretty and not gonna lie i am scared to meet my fans when i go to convention because they might be disappointed to see the real ugly (well not ugly just not as pretty as i am online) me.
If you ever have some advice on this matter please tell me i really need it.
If you did take your time to read this rant of mine, thankyou very much i really appreciate it
2024.05.17 18:54 Arbrand Periphery
My mother always told me I was born with a gift. As a child, I saw monsters lurking in the shadows whenever the lights went out. I would sprint to my room, heart pounding, terrified they would catch me. Most kids have this fear, I suppose, but I never outgrew it.
When I was very young, these monsters were shapeless, shadows that morphed and slithered just beyond the reach of light. I would lay in bed, eyes wide open, blanket pulled up to my chin, ears straining to catch the faintest whisper of movement. My nights were a constant battle between exhaustion and fear, sleep a rare and precious commodity. My mother would come in, sit on the edge of my bed, and tell me soothing stories about brave children and protective spirits. It never worked. The moment she left, the shadows would return, and with them, the monsters.
As a teenager, I became the outcast, the one everyone avoided because I was scared of everything. My classmates whispered about me, their words a low hum of derision and curiosity. While others explored abandoned buildings and partied in the woods, I refused. They thought I was a coward. What they never realized was that I saw things they couldn’t. Their parties in the woods were to me gatherings of unseen horrors, their abandoned buildings were haunted in ways they could never comprehend.
What I have learned is that the young ones are particularly sensitive to them. Do you ever wonder why children always seem to be afraid of monsters? They see something under their bed and want to sleep in their parents’ room? It’s because they know what I know, before their parents convince them it's not real and their gift goes away. I bet you have some memories of this, too. Maybe you remember a time when you were certain there was something in the closet, or the way the shadows seemed to shift and change when you were alone in your room. Maybe you dismissed it as childish imagination. I couldn't afford that luxury.
They don’t mind children seeing them. I’m not sure why. It could be that they don’t perceive them as a threat because no one will believe them. Parents dismiss the fears, tell their children there are no monsters, it’s just the wind, it’s just the house settling. They smile and turn off the lights, leaving their children alone in the dark.
But the monsters react differently when you get older. As a teenager, I noticed they became somewhat agitated when I made eye contact with them. Now, as a young adult, they get furious if they realize I can see them. My life has become a facade of constantly pretending I don’t notice them. When I go to a friend's house for dinner, I have to act like there isn’t a young girl hanging by a rope in the living room.
Have you ever been reading horror stories or watching a scary movie late at night, then suddenly you feel like something moves in the shadows at the edge of your periphery? I know you know what I’m talking about. You’re more sensitive to them then, but they always escape before you get a good look. Consider yourself lucky. I loved my mother, and I miss her dearly, but she was dead wrong. This is not a gift. It’s the furthest thing from it.
They surround me every day, everywhere I go. After a while, some friends at school approached me, wanting to know what I saw. They saw it as a thrill. To them, I was a glorified Ouija board. I agreed to come to a sleepover and tell them what I saw. It was a way for me to get back at the monsters haunting every waking moment. A way to expose them. I should have known it was a bad idea. Trust me when I tell you, you do not want to know what's in your house.
That night, we gathered in the dimly lit living room of my friend Samantha’s house. She turned off all the lights and lit some candles, casting a soft, flickering glow that made the shadows dance and twist in the corners of the room. The group of girls sat around me in a semicircle, their pajamas a mix of bright colors and comforting patterns, a contrast to the dark atmosphere that had settled over us. Each of them clutched their pillows, their eyes wide with anticipation, their breaths shallow and quick.
The room was silent except for the occasional creak of the house settling and the steady drip of wax from the candles. It felt like the entire world had shrunk down to the circle of light we were sitting in, the darkness outside our only audience. They asked what I saw, their voices barely above whispers, as if speaking too loudly might summon the very things they were curious about.
I saw three that night. The first was a tall, gaunt woman, her head nearly touching the ceiling. Her presence was overwhelming, like a dark, looming tree. Her long black hair cascaded down, reaching the floor and almost completely obscuring her body. Her eyes were hollow, empty voids that seemed to swallow the light. As I began to describe her, she turned slowly, deliberately, and walked across the back of the room. Her huge feet thudded on the floor with each step, a sound that echoed in the oppressive silence, sending shivers down our spines. The girls’ faces blanched, their eyes darting to the spot where I said she stood.
The next was a young boy, crouched underneath the coffee table. He was small, with a face twisted in fear and pain. His clothes were tattered, and his skin was pale, almost translucent. As I spoke of him, his mouth opened in a silent scream, a scream that seemed to vibrate in the very air around us. His eyes were wide, filled with a terror that was all too familiar to me. He stayed there for a moment, his silent scream lingering, before he disappeared into the shadows. The flickering candlelight played tricks on the girls’ eyes, making them see the boy where there was nothing but darkness.
Finally, there was a man outside the window, his face pressed against the glass. His eyes were dark and piercing, filled with a malevolent intensity. His mouth was twisted into a snarl, revealing teeth that looked sharp and jagged. The more I described him, the angrier his expression became. He didn’t just watch us; he stared into us. Slowly, methodically, he began to climb up the side of the house, his movements jerky and unnatural. The sound of his fingers scraping against the windowpane was a grating, nails-on-chalkboard noise that made everyone flinch.
The room’s temperature seemed to drop several degrees, the cold seeping into our bones. My friends’ faces reflected a growing horror. Their initial excitement had evaporated, replaced by nervous laughter that was thin and strained. They tried to brush it off, to convince themselves and each other that it was just a game, just a story. But their eyes betrayed them. They didn’t understand. They couldn’t. The monsters I described were real, and they were angry. The more I revealed, the more restless the creatures became. I could feel their hatred, their desire to remain unseen, to continue their existence in the periphery of human awareness.
Samantha’s lower lip began to tremble, and tears welled up in her eyes. She started to cry, her voice breaking as she spoke. “When I was a little girl, I used to hear a thudding noise around my house. I thought it was just my imagination, but now... now I think I’m hearing it again.” Her words hung in the air, heavy with fear and a chilling confirmation of my worst fears. She was hearing it. I was sure of it.
As Samantha's tears flowed, her body shook with quiet sobs. The room was thick with tension, every girl's gaze darting around, trying to spot the unseen threats I described. The flickering candlelight cast shifting shadows that seemed to reach out toward us, amplifying the fear that had taken root in each of us. I reveled in the monsters' anguish. They hated me seeing them; they hated even more that I made others see them. It was a small victory in a war I had been fighting alone for so long.
I continued to describe her, feeding off their terror. "She's in the corner now," I said, my voice low and steady, "her hair brushing against the floor, her eyes fixed on us." The tall, gaunt woman seemed to react to my words, her movements becoming more pronounced. "She's moving faster now," I added, "her strides growing longer, more frantic." Each step she took reverberated through the room, a heavy thud that made the girls grip their pillows tighter, their knuckles turning white with fear.
The woman's pace quickened, her massive strides carrying her across the back of the room in seconds. Her feet banged against the walls with each pass, a relentless, haunting rhythm that seemed to echo inside our skulls. I described her in excruciating detail: the way her hair tangled and swayed, the hollow look in her eyes, the musty, decaying smell that followed her. The room felt colder with each word, as if the temperature dropped in response to her growing fury.
I knew I should have stopped, but the hatred I held for these creatures drove me on. They had tormented me for years, and now, finally, they were suffering too. The other girls could hear her now, the thudding, the scraping, the low, guttural moans that filled the silence between each stride. They were no longer just figments of my imagination; they had become real, tangible horrors to everyone in that room.
Then, there was a moment of stillness. The pounding stopped, and the air seemed to freeze. Time itself felt suspended as we strained to hear any sign of the monsters. The silence made every second stretch into an eternity. We sat there, paralyzed, listening, waiting.
Suddenly, a loud bang shattered the silence as the front door swung open with a violent crash. Samantha lunged for the light switch. The room was flooded with harsh, artificial light, dispelling the shadows and revealing nothing but a group of crying, terrified teenage girls.
“Get out! Get out of my house!” Samantha screamed, her voice hysterical. She pushed me towards the door with surprising strength, her hands trembling. I stumbled outside, turning back just in time to see her slam the door in my face. The sound echoed in the still night, a final punctuation to the terror I had unleashed.
I stood there for a moment, the cold air biting at my skin, my heart pounding. I had gone too far, I knew it. But there was a small, dark satisfaction in knowing that someone else had experienced just a fragment of my reality. The feeling was fleeting, quickly replaced by a deep sense of regret and dread.
The next Monday at school, Samantha didn’t show up. Whispers followed me through the halls, hushed conversations that ceased abruptly whenever I walked by. Faces turned away, eyes averted, as if acknowledging me would make them part of the nightmare. By lunchtime, the gossip had spread like wildfire. I was the girl who saw demons, who had brought them into Samantha’s house. The teachers looked at me with a mixture of concern and suspicion, their whispers almost as loud as the students’.
After lunch, I was called into the school psychologist's office. The room was warm and cluttered, filled with shelves of books and comfortable chairs. The psychologist was a kind-hearted old man, his eyes gentle behind wire-rimmed glasses. Looking back on it as an adult, I realized he could have probably made a fortune in private practice, but he chose to take half the pay to help kids who really needed it. I respected him for that. But respect didn’t stop me from lying.
He asked me gentle, probing questions, his voice calm and soothing. “I’ve heard some stories going around,” he began, “about you seeing... things. Can you tell me about it?”
“No,” I replied, my voice steady. “I don’t see ghosts. I didn’t go to a sleepover. I’m not still afraid of the dark.” Each lie was smooth, practiced. I had learned long ago how to hide my reality from the world. I knew better than to tell the truth. Telling the truth would mean more questions, more attention, and possibly even more disbelief.
The psychologist leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed intently on me. “It’s important to be honest about what you’re experiencing,” he said softly. His voice was calm, measured, but there was an underlying intensity in his gaze. “Sometimes our minds can play tricks on us, especially when we’re scared or stressed.”
I nodded, my expression carefully neutral. “I understand, but there’s nothing to worry about. It’s just silly rumors.” I was proud of how convincing it sounded, even to me.
He sighed, a deep, weary sound. He wasn’t convinced, but he couldn’t push further without more evidence. “Alright,” he said, his tone casual. “Then, you don’t mind if I turn out the lights, do you?”
The question hung in the air. He was good. Years of experience had honed his instincts, allowing him to see through the facade I presented. He could tell when children were lying, when they were saying they were okay when they weren’t. His eyes bore into mine, challenging, probing. I had a fleeting moment of doubt, but I pushed it aside. I was confident in my ability to handle whatever appeared. After all, I had been dealing with these entities for as long as I could remember.
The room was already dimly lit, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows through the blinds. As he flicked the lights off, the room plunged into near darkness, the weak light from outside doing little to dispel the gloom. My heart sank.
The woman from the house was there in the corner. She stood still, her tall, gaunt figure blending into the darkness. Her eyes, deep and hollow, made every hair on my body stand straight up. I fought against the rising tide of fear and emotion, struggling to maintain my composure. “See, there’s nothing here,” I said. “I’m fine.”
But I wasn’t fine. I really, really wasn’t. You need to understand that these spirits are always confined to the same place. If I saw something in a basement, it was always in that basement. It was never anywhere else. But this woman—this tree woman—had followed me. The realization was a cold, hard knot of fear in my stomach. Her presence here, in this room, shattered everything I thought I knew about the boundaries of their existence. I could feel her anger.
My emotions betrayed me. The psychologist was still watching me, his gaze unwavering. He must have seen the fear in my eyes, the slight tremor in my hands. When he flicked the lights back on, tears were streaming down my face. The dam burst. I didn’t just cry, I wailed. The sound was raw, primal, a release of years of pent-up fear and anguish. I collapsed to the floor, my body convulsing with sobs.
He came over and tried to console me, his hands gentle on my shoulders, his voice soothing. But I was inconsolable. My life had been spent on the edge of a mental breakdown, and through my own stupid actions, I had pushed myself over the edge. The realization that the monsters could follow me, that they could breach the boundaries, was too much to bear.
They took me to inpatient mental health and loaded me up with drugs designed to dull my senses and calm my nerves. The fluorescent overhead lights and smell of disinfectant were both sterile and institutional, but somehow I found a modicum of peace here.
Art therapy sessions became a refuge, a way to express the darkness inside me. I poured my fear and anguish into my drawings, the images of the monsters taking form on paper. The act of creation was cathartic, a way to externalize the internal horrors that plagued me. Yoga sessions grounded me to the present, and reading groups helped me express my thoughts. Most importantly, the lights were always somewhat on.
Despite the circumstances, I actually made friends with a lot of the other girls. We bonded over our shared experiences, our struggles and fears. In a strange way, these friendships felt more genuine, more solid, than any I had in regular life.
We jokingly called the place our grippy sock jail, on account of us all having to wear socks so we didn’t strangle ourselves with shoelaces. The name brought a sense of levity, a way to reclaim some control over our environment. We laughed together, shared our hopes and dreams, and for a while, the monsters seemed distant, their presence muted by the bonds we formed.
I did everything in my power to perpetually convince my doctor that I wasn’t ready to return to my life. I fabricated symptoms, exaggerated fears, anything to stay in the protective cocoon of the mental health facility. But after a few months, despite my efforts, they managed to transition me back home. My mother was ecstatic to see me, her eyes brimming with tears of joy. She embraced me tightly, kissing me all over in front of the window where I could see all my friends watching and laughing. It was a mortifying moment, but the laughter outside wasn’t the mean-spirited kind I had been accustomed to. It was genuine, warm, and for the first time, I felt a flicker of normalcy.
Back in my room, I kept the lights on twenty-four seven. The brightness was a comforting shield against the encroaching darkness. Per the doctor’s orders, we slowly started turning off lights in the house as I felt ready. It was a painstaking process, taking several months for the house to even get dim at night, but the monsters never returned. Each day was a small victory, each night a battle won.
Before I knew it, I was sleeping in perfect darkness, a smile on my face. I slept like a baby, the kind of deep, restful sleep I hadn’t known in years. It was as if I was catching up on a decade of sleep deprivation, and every morning I woke up feeling a little more like myself.
Years later, I got my own place while attending community college. It was a small apartment, but it represented freedom and independence. The memories of my childhood nightmares only came infrequently, like faint echoes of a distant past. Feeling confident and in control, I decided to cut down on my medication, wanting to experience life without the dulling effects of the drugs. Nothing happened for weeks, and I started to believe that the horrors of my past were truly behind me.
One night, after brushing my teeth, I flicked off the bathroom light and walked to my room. As I entered and turned off the light, my heart nearly stopped. The tree woman was in the corner, her tall, gaunt figure hunched over, barely fitting under the eight-foot ceiling. Her presence was overwhelming, a dark, suffocating force that made the air thick and heavy. I almost screamed, but instinct kicked in. Somehow, I managed to regain control and casually pretended like I didn’t see her there. Every muscle in my body was tense, my hands shaking as I moved.
She stood still, watching me with those hollow, penetrating eyes. I was shaking, almost violently, and it took every fiber of my being to hide it as I casually crawled into bed. My movements were slow, deliberate, as if any sudden action would trigger an immediate response from her.
The sound of her massive feet thudding on the ground as she walked over to my bed echoed in the room. She stood over me, her presence a looming, oppressive shadow. I was drenched in sweat, quivering from fear. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst. Somehow, I managed to reach into my nightstand, my fingers trembling as I grabbed the bottle of pills. I took triple the dose of my medication, swallowing the pills dry, hoping they would take effect quickly.
In a desperate attempt to distract myself, I pulled out my laptop from the nightstand and started browsing Facebook. The bright light from the screen obscured the shadows, creating a barrier between me and the horror standing over my bed. I forced myself to focus on the mundane, scrolling through posts and liking pictures, anything to keep my mind occupied.
Minutes turned into hours, and it was past 5 a.m. by the time I closed my laptop. The soft blue glow of early morning filtered into the room, casting gentle rays that illuminated the remnants of night’s shadows. With the arrival of dawn, a sense of safety and relief washed over me. The oppressive presence of the tree woman had vanished, retreating into the shadows where she belonged. I let out a shuddering breath, my body finally relaxing as the tension ebbed away. Exhausted, I lay back, my limbs heavy and my mind hazy. Despite the lingering fear, sleep claimed me quickly, pulling me into its embrace.
As I drifted off, I knew deep down that I would never truly escape this nightmare. The monsters were a part of me. But for now, I had survived another night, and that small victory was enough.
In the days that followed, I clung to my routine. I kept a healthy supply of antipsychotics on standby and took my pills like clockwork. The medication was a fragile barrier between me and the shadows that lurked in the darkness. Missing a dose was not an option; I would sooner die than risk it.
Years passed, and I managed to carve out a semblance of normalcy. I found a decent desk job, one that didn’t demand too much of me mentally or emotionally. The predictability of office life was a comfort, the monotony a balm for my frayed nerves. I met someone, a kind and patient man who became my boyfriend. He didn’t know the full extent of my past, but he accepted me, quirks and all. Together, we built a life that felt safe and stable.
Yet, the shadows of my past never fully disappeared. They lingered at the edges of my consciousness. Every so often, a stray noise or an unexpected shadow would send me into a full-blown panic attack. Despite the medication and the semblance of a normal life, I remained vigilant, always on guard against the return of the darkness. It was a delicate balance, a precarious dance between sanity and the abyss. I knew better than to let my guard down completely.
I’ll leave you with this: In the end, the monsters feed on fear and attention. Acknowledging them gives them power, and power is something they must be denied at all costs. So, when you feel a chill in the room, keep your eyes forward and your mind steady. Remember, sometimes the safest path is the one that keeps you blissfully ignorant of the horrors that lie just out of sight.
If you find yourself up late one night, and you see something out of the corner of your eye, just laugh it off. Don’t turn your gaze to it, and don’t go looking for things you’d rather not find. When you feel that chill creep up the back of your neck, whatever you do, do not gaze into the darkness.
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When I was very young, these monsters were shapeless, shadows that morphed and slithered just beyond the reach of light. I would lay in bed, eyes wide open, blanket pulled up to my chin, ears straining to catch the faintest whisper of movement. My nights were a constant battle between exhaustion and fear, sleep a rare and precious commodity. My mother would come in, sit on the edge of my bed, and tell me soothing stories about brave children and protective spirits. It never worked. The moment she left, the shadows would return, and with them, the monsters.
As a teenager, I became the outcast, the one everyone avoided because I was scared of everything. My classmates whispered about me, their words a low hum of derision and curiosity. While others explored abandoned buildings and partied in the woods, I refused. They thought I was a coward. What they never realized was that I saw things they couldn’t. Their parties in the woods were to me gatherings of unseen horrors, their abandoned buildings were haunted in ways they could never comprehend.
What I have learned is that the young ones are particularly sensitive to them. Do you ever wonder why children always seem to be afraid of monsters? They see something under their bed and want to sleep in their parents’ room? It’s because they know what I know, before their parents convince them it's not real and their gift goes away. I bet you have some memories of this, too. Maybe you remember a time when you were certain there was something in the closet, or the way the shadows seemed to shift and change when you were alone in your room. Maybe you dismissed it as childish imagination. I couldn't afford that luxury.
They don’t mind children seeing them. I’m not sure why. It could be that they don’t perceive them as a threat because no one will believe them. Parents dismiss the fears, tell their children there are no monsters, it’s just the wind, it’s just the house settling. They smile and turn off the lights, leaving their children alone in the dark.
But the monsters react differently when you get older. As a teenager, I noticed they became somewhat agitated when I made eye contact with them. Now, as a young adult, they get furious if they realize I can see them. My life has become a facade of constantly pretending I don’t notice them. When I go to a friend's house for dinner, I have to act like there isn’t a young girl hanging by a rope in the living room.
Have you ever been reading horror stories or watching a scary movie late at night, then suddenly you feel like something moves in the shadows at the edge of your periphery? I know you know what I’m talking about. You’re more sensitive to them then, but they always escape before you get a good look. Consider yourself lucky. I loved my mother, and I miss her dearly, but she was dead wrong. This is not a gift. It’s the furthest thing from it.
They surround me every day, everywhere I go. After a while, some friends at school approached me, wanting to know what I saw. They saw it as a thrill. To them, I was a glorified Ouija board. I agreed to come to a sleepover and tell them what I saw. It was a way for me to get back at the monsters haunting every waking moment. A way to expose them. I should have known it was a bad idea. Trust me when I tell you, you do not want to know what's in your house.
The room was silent except for the occasional creak of the house settling and the steady drip of wax from the candles. It felt like the entire world had shrunk down to the circle of light we were sitting in, the darkness outside our only audience. They asked what I saw, their voices barely above whispers, as if speaking too loudly might summon the very things they were curious about.
I saw three that night. The first was a tall, gaunt woman, her head nearly touching the ceiling. Her presence was overwhelming, like a dark, looming tree. Her long black hair cascaded down, reaching the floor and almost completely obscuring her body. Her eyes were hollow, empty voids that seemed to swallow the light. As I began to describe her, she turned slowly, deliberately, and walked across the back of the room. Her huge feet thudded on the floor with each step, a sound that echoed in the oppressive silence, sending shivers down our spines. The girls’ faces blanched, their eyes darting to the spot where I said she stood.
The next was a young boy, crouched underneath the coffee table. He was small, with a face twisted in fear and pain. His clothes were tattered, and his skin was pale, almost translucent. As I spoke of him, his mouth opened in a silent scream, a scream that seemed to vibrate in the very air around us. His eyes were wide, filled with a terror that was all too familiar to me. He stayed there for a moment, his silent scream lingering, before he disappeared into the shadows. The flickering candlelight played tricks on the girls’ eyes, making them see the boy where there was nothing but darkness.
Finally, there was a man outside the window, his face pressed against the glass. His eyes were dark and piercing, filled with a malevolent intensity. His mouth was twisted into a snarl, revealing teeth that looked sharp and jagged. The more I described him, the angrier his expression became. He didn’t just watch us; he stared into us. Slowly, methodically, he began to climb up the side of the house, his movements jerky and unnatural. The sound of his fingers scraping against the windowpane was a grating, nails-on-chalkboard noise that made everyone flinch.
The room’s temperature seemed to drop several degrees, the cold seeping into our bones. My friends’ faces reflected a growing horror. Their initial excitement had evaporated, replaced by nervous laughter that was thin and strained. They tried to brush it off, to convince themselves and each other that it was just a game, just a story. But their eyes betrayed them. They didn’t understand. They couldn’t. The monsters I described were real, and they were angry. The more I revealed, the more restless the creatures became. I could feel their hatred, their desire to remain unseen, to continue their existence in the periphery of human awareness.
Samantha’s lower lip began to tremble, and tears welled up in her eyes. She started to cry, her voice breaking as she spoke. “When I was a little girl, I used to hear a thudding noise around my house. I thought it was just my imagination, but now... now I think I’m hearing it again.” Her words hung in the air, heavy with fear and a chilling confirmation of my worst fears. She was hearing it. I was sure of it.
As Samantha's tears flowed, her body shook with quiet sobs. The room was thick with tension, every girl's gaze darting around, trying to spot the unseen threats I described. The flickering candlelight cast shifting shadows that seemed to reach out toward us, amplifying the fear that had taken root in each of us. I reveled in the monsters' anguish. They hated me seeing them; they hated even more that I made others see them. It was a small victory in a war I had been fighting alone for so long.
I continued to describe her, feeding off their terror. "She's in the corner now," I said, my voice low and steady, "her hair brushing against the floor, her eyes fixed on us." The tall, gaunt woman seemed to react to my words, her movements becoming more pronounced. "She's moving faster now," I added, "her strides growing longer, more frantic." Each step she took reverberated through the room, a heavy thud that made the girls grip their pillows tighter, their knuckles turning white with fear.
The woman's pace quickened, her massive strides carrying her across the back of the room in seconds. Her feet banged against the walls with each pass, a relentless, haunting rhythm that seemed to echo inside our skulls. I described her in excruciating detail: the way her hair tangled and swayed, the hollow look in her eyes, the musty, decaying smell that followed her. The room felt colder with each word, as if the temperature dropped in response to her growing fury.
I knew I should have stopped, but the hatred I held for these creatures drove me on. They had tormented me for years, and now, finally, they were suffering too. The other girls could hear her now, the thudding, the scraping, the low, guttural moans that filled the silence between each stride. They were no longer just figments of my imagination; they had become real, tangible horrors to everyone in that room.
Then, there was a moment of stillness. The pounding stopped, and the air seemed to freeze. Time itself felt suspended as we strained to hear any sign of the monsters. The silence made every second stretch into an eternity. We sat there, paralyzed, listening, waiting.
Suddenly, a loud bang shattered the silence as the front door swung open with a violent crash. Samantha lunged for the light switch. The room was flooded with harsh, artificial light, dispelling the shadows and revealing nothing but a group of crying, terrified teenage girls.
“Get out! Get out of my house!” Samantha screamed, her voice hysterical. She pushed me towards the door with surprising strength, her hands trembling. I stumbled outside, turning back just in time to see her slam the door in my face. The sound echoed in the still night, a final punctuation to the terror I had unleashed.
I stood there for a moment, the cold air biting at my skin, my heart pounding. I had gone too far, I knew it. But there was a small, dark satisfaction in knowing that someone else had experienced just a fragment of my reality. The feeling was fleeting, quickly replaced by a deep sense of regret and dread.
After lunch, I was called into the school psychologist's office. The room was warm and cluttered, filled with shelves of books and comfortable chairs. The psychologist was a kind-hearted old man, his eyes gentle behind wire-rimmed glasses. Looking back on it as an adult, I realized he could have probably made a fortune in private practice, but he chose to take half the pay to help kids who really needed it. I respected him for that. But respect didn’t stop me from lying.
He asked me gentle, probing questions, his voice calm and soothing. “I’ve heard some stories going around,” he began, “about you seeing... things. Can you tell me about it?”
“No,” I replied, my voice steady. “I don’t see ghosts. I didn’t go to a sleepover. I’m not still afraid of the dark.” Each lie was smooth, practiced. I had learned long ago how to hide my reality from the world. I knew better than to tell the truth. Telling the truth would mean more questions, more attention, and possibly even more disbelief.
The psychologist leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed intently on me. “It’s important to be honest about what you’re experiencing,” he said softly. His voice was calm, measured, but there was an underlying intensity in his gaze. “Sometimes our minds can play tricks on us, especially when we’re scared or stressed.”
I nodded, my expression carefully neutral. “I understand, but there’s nothing to worry about. It’s just silly rumors.” I was proud of how convincing it sounded, even to me.
He sighed, a deep, weary sound. He wasn’t convinced, but he couldn’t push further without more evidence. “Alright,” he said, his tone casual. “Then, you don’t mind if I turn out the lights, do you?”
The question hung in the air. He was good. Years of experience had honed his instincts, allowing him to see through the facade I presented. He could tell when children were lying, when they were saying they were okay when they weren’t. His eyes bore into mine, challenging, probing. I had a fleeting moment of doubt, but I pushed it aside. I was confident in my ability to handle whatever appeared. After all, I had been dealing with these entities for as long as I could remember.
The room was already dimly lit, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows through the blinds. As he flicked the lights off, the room plunged into near darkness, the weak light from outside doing little to dispel the gloom. My heart sank.
The woman from the house was there in the corner. She stood still, her tall, gaunt figure blending into the darkness. Her eyes, deep and hollow, made every hair on my body stand straight up. I fought against the rising tide of fear and emotion, struggling to maintain my composure. “See, there’s nothing here,” I said. “I’m fine.”
But I wasn’t fine. I really, really wasn’t. You need to understand that these spirits are always confined to the same place. If I saw something in a basement, it was always in that basement. It was never anywhere else. But this woman—this tree woman—had followed me. The realization was a cold, hard knot of fear in my stomach. Her presence here, in this room, shattered everything I thought I knew about the boundaries of their existence. I could feel her anger.
My emotions betrayed me. The psychologist was still watching me, his gaze unwavering. He must have seen the fear in my eyes, the slight tremor in my hands. When he flicked the lights back on, tears were streaming down my face. The dam burst. I didn’t just cry, I wailed. The sound was raw, primal, a release of years of pent-up fear and anguish. I collapsed to the floor, my body convulsing with sobs.
He came over and tried to console me, his hands gentle on my shoulders, his voice soothing. But I was inconsolable. My life had been spent on the edge of a mental breakdown, and through my own stupid actions, I had pushed myself over the edge. The realization that the monsters could follow me, that they could breach the boundaries, was too much to bear.
They took me to inpatient mental health and loaded me up with drugs designed to dull my senses and calm my nerves. The fluorescent overhead lights and smell of disinfectant were both sterile and institutional, but somehow I found a modicum of peace here.
Art therapy sessions became a refuge, a way to express the darkness inside me. I poured my fear and anguish into my drawings, the images of the monsters taking form on paper. The act of creation was cathartic, a way to externalize the internal horrors that plagued me. Yoga sessions grounded me to the present, and reading groups helped me express my thoughts. Most importantly, the lights were always somewhat on.
Despite the circumstances, I actually made friends with a lot of the other girls. We bonded over our shared experiences, our struggles and fears. In a strange way, these friendships felt more genuine, more solid, than any I had in regular life.
We jokingly called the place our grippy sock jail, on account of us all having to wear socks so we didn’t strangle ourselves with shoelaces. The name brought a sense of levity, a way to reclaim some control over our environment. We laughed together, shared our hopes and dreams, and for a while, the monsters seemed distant, their presence muted by the bonds we formed.
I did everything in my power to perpetually convince my doctor that I wasn’t ready to return to my life. I fabricated symptoms, exaggerated fears, anything to stay in the protective cocoon of the mental health facility. But after a few months, despite my efforts, they managed to transition me back home. My mother was ecstatic to see me, her eyes brimming with tears of joy. She embraced me tightly, kissing me all over in front of the window where I could see all my friends watching and laughing. It was a mortifying moment, but the laughter outside wasn’t the mean-spirited kind I had been accustomed to. It was genuine, warm, and for the first time, I felt a flicker of normalcy.
Before I knew it, I was sleeping in perfect darkness, a smile on my face. I slept like a baby, the kind of deep, restful sleep I hadn’t known in years. It was as if I was catching up on a decade of sleep deprivation, and every morning I woke up feeling a little more like myself.
Years later, I got my own place while attending community college. It was a small apartment, but it represented freedom and independence. The memories of my childhood nightmares only came infrequently, like faint echoes of a distant past. Feeling confident and in control, I decided to cut down on my medication, wanting to experience life without the dulling effects of the drugs. Nothing happened for weeks, and I started to believe that the horrors of my past were truly behind me.
One night, after brushing my teeth, I flicked off the bathroom light and walked to my room. As I entered and turned off the light, my heart nearly stopped. The tree woman was in the corner, her tall, gaunt figure hunched over, barely fitting under the eight-foot ceiling. Her presence was overwhelming, a dark, suffocating force that made the air thick and heavy. I almost screamed, but instinct kicked in. Somehow, I managed to regain control and casually pretended like I didn’t see her there. Every muscle in my body was tense, my hands shaking as I moved.
She stood still, watching me with those hollow, penetrating eyes. I was shaking, almost violently, and it took every fiber of my being to hide it as I casually crawled into bed. My movements were slow, deliberate, as if any sudden action would trigger an immediate response from her.
The sound of her massive feet thudding on the ground as she walked over to my bed echoed in the room. She stood over me, her presence a looming, oppressive shadow. I was drenched in sweat, quivering from fear. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst. Somehow, I managed to reach into my nightstand, my fingers trembling as I grabbed the bottle of pills. I took triple the dose of my medication, swallowing the pills dry, hoping they would take effect quickly.
In a desperate attempt to distract myself, I pulled out my laptop from the nightstand and started browsing Facebook. The bright light from the screen obscured the shadows, creating a barrier between me and the horror standing over my bed. I forced myself to focus on the mundane, scrolling through posts and liking pictures, anything to keep my mind occupied.
Minutes turned into hours, and it was past 5 a.m. by the time I closed my laptop. The soft blue glow of early morning filtered into the room, casting gentle rays that illuminated the remnants of night’s shadows. With the arrival of dawn, a sense of safety and relief washed over me. The oppressive presence of the tree woman had vanished, retreating into the shadows where she belonged. I let out a shuddering breath, my body finally relaxing as the tension ebbed away. Exhausted, I lay back, my limbs heavy and my mind hazy. Despite the lingering fear, sleep claimed me quickly, pulling me into its embrace.
As I drifted off, I knew deep down that I would never truly escape this nightmare. The monsters were a part of me. But for now, I had survived another night, and that small victory was enough.
In the days that followed, I clung to my routine. I kept a healthy supply of antipsychotics on standby and took my pills like clockwork. The medication was a fragile barrier between me and the shadows that lurked in the darkness. Missing a dose was not an option; I would sooner die than risk it.
Years passed, and I managed to carve out a semblance of normalcy. I found a decent desk job, one that didn’t demand too much of me mentally or emotionally. The predictability of office life was a comfort, the monotony a balm for my frayed nerves. I met someone, a kind and patient man who became my boyfriend. He didn’t know the full extent of my past, but he accepted me, quirks and all. Together, we built a life that felt safe and stable.
Yet, the shadows of my past never fully disappeared. They lingered at the edges of my consciousness. Every so often, a stray noise or an unexpected shadow would send me into a full-blown panic attack. Despite the medication and the semblance of a normal life, I remained vigilant, always on guard against the return of the darkness. It was a delicate balance, a precarious dance between sanity and the abyss. I knew better than to let my guard down completely.
I’ll leave you with this: In the end, the monsters feed on fear and attention. Acknowledging them gives them power, and power is something they must be denied at all costs. So, when you feel a chill in the room, keep your eyes forward and your mind steady. Remember, sometimes the safest path is the one that keeps you blissfully ignorant of the horrors that lie just out of sight.
If you find yourself up late one night, and you see something out of the corner of your eye, just laugh it off. Don’t turn your gaze to it, and don’t go looking for things you’d rather not find. When you feel that chill creep up the back of your neck, whatever you do, do not gaze into the darkness.
2024.05.17 16:49 floorlight Matched Betting Guide and FAQ - instructions for new starters and tips for making money
If you're new to matched betting you can easily make up to £1000 fairly quickly, and regular matched-bettors often report earning £100+ per month regularly.
If you don't want to read this guide, a paid-for matched betting site will gives you all the tools and step-by-step guides you need to start making money.
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Q&A
What is matched betting? How does it work?
My personal experience:
I started the journey in November 2020 and have made a few thousand pounds in total. When I started I committed a few hours a day in the beginning, doing every single sign up offer. I was making a few hundred pounds profit a month. Then I moved into reloads, making a similar amount of money. Eventually I couldn’t commit as much time and got gubbed from some key accounts that I abused too much. Now I spend a few minutes every few days, placing every bet I can for every offer I see and make around £100 a month which for me is a nice bit of extra beer money for not very much effort.
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How It Works:
A simple example – Bet £10, get a £10 free bet:
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Outplayed non-ref link
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If you don't want to read this guide, a paid-for matched betting site will gives you all the tools and step-by-step guides you need to start making money.
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Q&A
What is matched betting? How does it work?
Matched betting takes advantage of betting website special offers in a way that locks in a profit. Very simply, bookmakers give out free bonuses and have special offers to attract customers (new and existing).How do I get started?
By using the matched betting technique, you can take advantage of these and lock in a profit. You will place a bet with the bookmaker and place a bet on the result ‘not to happen’ on an 'exchange' which covers all possibilities. You’ll lose a few pennies on this bet but you’ll become eligible for the bonus, which you lock in again and receive most of the value of that bonus – as pure profit.
Read the bottom section of this guide for an example.
I made the mistake of wanting to read all the information I could find, on every website, before I got going. I never got around to doing that and therefore missed out on getting into this years ago.When is the best time to start?
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The simplest way to start is to sign up to a free trial with a service like Oddsmonkey.
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A similar site is Outplayed which also offers a free trial.
I'd recommend Oddsmonkey due to them having an exclusive 0% fee deal with Smarkets. This will save you some money for every bet you make and you won't get this with Outplayed!
They give you step by step instructions, explain how it all works, the terminology and everything else.
There are also free sites which aim to give you useful information but the above sites are comprehensive, easy to navigate and can answer all your questions.
A free trial will guide you to earning around £40 profit by showing you two offers. You can then decide to continue your subscription if you want.
Both sites cost £29.99/month for sports offers only (no casino offers), or £49.99 with access to casino offers.
You will cover the subscription cost after doing one or two sign up offers - I've found that the subscription pays for itself and is worthwhile.
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My advice – start with a free trial on Oddsmonkey by clicking on this link and take it from there.
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Another thing to look out for - there are often better sign up offers available elsewhere on the internet or through GPT sites, as u/TightAsF_ck likes to point out.
There’s no time like the present.Is it too late to start? Is the party over?
The earlier you start, the quicker you’ll start making money, it’s as simple as that.
You may hear people say the best time to do this has passed and there’s not as many offers as there used to be. This is somewhat true. Several years ago the offers were more lucrative, however the party is by no means over. I signed up at the end of 2020 when people were saying the same thing and there’s still hundreds of offers to do. I made £500-£600 a month when I started and I’ve made a few £k since starting.How much money do I need to start with?
Roughly £100 will allow you to place the first qualifying bet (often £10 or £20) and lay the bet on the exchange (could also be around £20 depending on the odds) and will also leave you with enough to place the free bet and lay it on the exchange.How much time do I need to commit?
I started off with about £100, then when I saw how much money I was making, I committed about £300. The more you can put in, the quicker you will make money. You can start off with a very minimum of £50 but if you have £100-200 spare to use to begin with, you will make money a lot quicker.
Once you place a bet the money is tied up in that bet until the event is over, so with a smaller ‘bankroll’ it takes longer to do offers. If you can commit more money to the exchange, eg £100-200, that will allow you to place more bets simultaneously.
In the first few months I did this, I spent about 3-4 hours a day. I was making about £500 a month at that time. Now I spend a few minutes a day, netting me about £100 a month. This may not sound like a lot of money but for the time and effort, I’m happy with it.Can I lose money?
After a week or two you’ll be really familiar with placing bets and will be able to speed things up and crack through offers fast.
If you don’t follow instructions, there is that risk. But do it right, be careful to double check the numbers, and you’ll be fine. It is not free from risk.This sounds like gambling. Is it?
Pay attention! You are using real money, so if you make a mistake you can lose it. Spend time checking your bets.
Matched betting is NOT gambling but don't try it if you have had problems with gambling before, as you may be tempted to gamble. Please read this warning post. You will be placing bets and using betting sites a lot, so the temptation could be there, but if you follow the instructions and the process, you will never be gambling as you will be locking in your bets and be covering all outcomes.How much money will I make?
Doing all the welcome offers can net you more than £1000. Personally, having done pretty much all the welcome offers, I spend only a few minutes every day doing a few offers and have been averaging £100 a month. That’s really easy. If you spend a bit more time on it, you can easily make a few hundred pounds a month. It all depends on the offers you do and on how much time, money and effort you put in.What free daily games are there?
There are also daily free games on many sites which will make a little extra easy free money.How can I keep track of so many bets?
Some of these are Betfair, Coral, Gamesys Group sites (Double Bubble Bingo, Jackpotjoy, Megaways Casino, Monopoly Casino, Rainbow Riches Casino, Virgin Games), Ladbrokes, Sky Vegas, Virgin Bet, Livescore Bet, William Hill.
If you don’t play the Gamesys Group games and don’t log in to the sites for a while, you may find a nice offer emailed to you to entice you back, which you can take advantage of and lock in a profit.
Some of the websites like Oddsmonkey/Outplayed have tools to help you track your profits but the best spreadsheet I’ve found is this one. I’ve used it since I started to track every penny that I’ve put in, withdrawn or bet. It helps you see where all your money is and ensures you won’t forget about money in any account.Should I create a separate bank account?
You don’t have to but I did and most people do. People find it easier to keep the transactions on a separate account. I use a Metro bank account that is dedicated to matched betting – it also helps with keeping track of profits. Lots of people use Monzo as it's a great app and is friendly towards gambling sites.How do I keep making money?
Take every single offer you can. Even if the profit is a few pounds or less than a pound. Once you are proficient it takes a few seconds to place a bet and all the profit adds up quickly. If you skip offers because they’re not high value, you’re missing out on free money.What does ‘gubbed’ mean?
Spend time on the forums of Oddsmonkey or Outplayed and snap up offers when people post them.
Eventually you will get gubbed – this is part of life as a matched bettor. There’s no knowing when this will happen, different sites act differently. You could keep going for a few years and keep the best sites for all that time, or some could get gubbed quicker.
Join some of the many Facebook groups for more tips and to get answers to any of your questions.
If the betting sites are not making money from you or you are taking too much value, they may limit the amount you can put on bets or they may exclude you from promotional offers. This happens to everyone eventually.Top tips for new starters:
Oddsmonkey/Outplayed and other sites explain ways to try to prevent this, or slow it down. One way is not to take really highly matched bets (eg 99%) but there’s no science to it really.
1 - Log everything in a spreadsheet.____________________________________________
2 - Create a separate email address.
3 - Use a password manager (Lastpass, Bitwarden etc) to log all your login details.
4 - Don’t do accas (accumulator bets with multiple legs) until you’re confident in placing single bets.
5 - Read all instructions carefully.
6 - Go slow. If you rush you can make mistakes. Once you’ve got the hang of it, you’ll naturally speed up.
7 - Sign up to receive promotional emails and do the offers they send.
8 - Do every offer you can – but try not to get gubbed too quickly!
My personal experience:
I started the journey in November 2020 and have made a few thousand pounds in total. When I started I committed a few hours a day in the beginning, doing every single sign up offer. I was making a few hundred pounds profit a month. Then I moved into reloads, making a similar amount of money. Eventually I couldn’t commit as much time and got gubbed from some key accounts that I abused too much. Now I spend a few minutes every few days, placing every bet I can for every offer I see and make around £100 a month which for me is a nice bit of extra beer money for not very much effort.
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How It Works:
A simple example – Bet £10, get a £10 free bet:
Let’s use a football match between Team A and Team B.
You place a bet on Team A to win with the bookmaker.
You then go to an exchange (eg Betfair Exchange, Smarkets or Matchbook) and place a bet against Team A winning (called a lay bet).
If Team A wins, you win at the bookmaker but lose at the exchange.
If Team A doesn’t win (draws or loses), you lose the bet at the bookmaker but win on the exchange.
Doing this for a £10 bet may lose you around £0.30.
Now you’ll have received a free bet as part of the offer. Place another bet in a similar fashion.
Once the event is over, you will get around £8 back from the free bet, because you’ve covered both scenarios (Team A wins or Team A doesn’t win). Either way you come out a winner and take the £8 as pure profit.
- Using sites like Oddsmonkey/Outplayed help you to find closely matched bets.
- The way an Exchange works is that effectively you act as the bookmaker. Use the free calculators on - Oddsmonkey/Outplayed which tell you exactly what to do, how much to bet and what your profit will be.
- Once you open accounts with the bookmakers they will start sending you offers. Some of these can be very profitable and they could be free bets or bet and get offers.
- Another type of offer is Refunds. An example is ‘money back as cash if your horse comes 2nd/3rd’ – for this you place a bet on a horse and get your money back if it loses. You lay this offer on the exchange as well to lock in profit whatever the result.
- Bookies also have lots of boosted odds. You can make a few pounds on these by laying the bet on the exchange at favourable odds to lock in a profit regardless of the outcome of the event. These ones are really simple.
- For the more advanced users there’s 2ups and extra places too.
- Casino offers are another good source of money making.
Bet & Get – eg place a £5 bet, get a £5 free betThat's it! If you've made it this far, thanks for reading and throw your questions below.
Bet Boosts – enhanced odds that can be laid on an exchange to lock in profit
Money back if 2nd/3rd/4th– place a bet on a horse race and get your money refunded or a free bet if your horse comes in 2nd/3rd/4th place
Free spins – exactly as it sounds, free spins on casino games
Bet club – place X number of bets or X value of bets per week, receive a free bet
Deposit X, receive X – deposit funds (sometimes with entering a code) and get a bonus
Oddsmonkey non-ref link
Outplayed non-ref link
2024.05.17 14:30 Professional-Map7303 Spring Toronto Marathon
I am a marathon runner but due to it’s reputation of being a disorganized race I chose not to do this one even though the start is a very short walk from my home. Instead I trekked to Mississauga the weekend before & ran that one which even though the course is harder with rolling hills, it was far better organized & a safer option. Another option for people who wanted to avoid this one was Georgina Marathon that was on the same day as Toronto Marathon. Most of us are making the choice to travel away from Toronto for a safer & far better experience.
On Sunday I knew a few people that despite it’s terrible reputation decided to do this race so I went to cheer for them. Because there is a lack of signage as well no corrals, all the marathoners were lined up on the incorrect side of the starting arch. There was a lack or absence of port-a-potties forcing runners to take over the washrooms of a mall, a grocery store & other fast food establishments that were open that morning.
I stationed myself @ Sheppard & Beecroft to cheer & could not believe that the roads were still open & I witnessed cars headed into the direction of the oncoming runners. My team mate joked that we were witnessing the most dangerous marathon in Canada… I literally feared for the lives of people who were participating in this race! A video is circulating of the start of the half marathon at the intersection of Yonge & Sheppard where cars are still crossing the intersection & the runners come to a standstill & then proceed to run through the cars because the road should have been closed. How is this safe for both the runners & the motorists?
Then 2 km down @ Yonge & York Mills, someone posted this:
“I was cheering at Yonge & York Mills and we witnessed poor road closure. They had fences but no one set them on the road. So I (a random spectator) had to put up the fences to keep the cars away from the running route. Also the race organizer said that there would be an aid stations at the 5km, which our cheer team was at. Nothing of that sort was provided. Also witnessed that the police and organizers were taking away fences near the tail end of everyone running, but there were still 10 runners who were left behind to run with the traffic.”
It really boggled my mind how this race director Jay Glassman is able to obtain a permit for this event despite it being a huge mess year after year & then I heard that it because he has contacts at City Hall. I believe this & it makes sense because there is no other way anyone would allow this chaos to continue year after year…
This event lacks:
• Safety measures
• Signage
• Starting corrals
• Course marshals
• Sufficient police
• Sufficient barriers
• Sufficient road closures
• Sufficient port-a-potties
• Emergency contact procedures
• Sufficient medical staff
• Sufficient volunteers
• Sponsor(s)
• An expo
• Clean up (reports of litter post-race @ multiple spots!)
• Integrity
• Accurate results
• Fails to meet the basic/minimum requirements set by Athletics Ontario for Sanctioning
• Any sense of accountability
Not to mention lack of medals for many finishers!
Articles:
2024: https://runningmagazine.ca/the-scene/the-toronto-marathon-a-series-of-unfortunate-events/
2023: https://www.thestar.com/news/gta/toronto-marathon-slammed-for-cars-driving-through-the-race-course-and-medals-being-stolen-at/article_18df243c-9708-5b82-8ab7-cee76379c92a.html
2022: https://toronto.citynews.ca/2022/05/01/minor-hiccups-as-toronto-marathon-returns-after-two-year-hiatus/
2019: https://runningmagazine.ca/sections/runs-races/toronto-marathon-issues-draw-complaints/
People travel far to come to this race which is a complete & utter disgrace to our city. They pay money to do it & some train for weeks/months only to have a utterly terrible experience! This event doesn’t bring in tourist dollars, it chases people away…
This race is NOT sanctioned by Athletics Ontario & it wasn’t in 2023 either. Recently it was commented on a positive review on their Facebook page that this is an unsanctioned event & they replied that it was sanctioned. Some others commented & tagged Athletics Ontario & suddenly the post was deleted! In fact they are trying to delete most of the negative comments made on their social media.
From Athletics Canada:
What can you do:
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On Sunday I knew a few people that despite it’s terrible reputation decided to do this race so I went to cheer for them. Because there is a lack of signage as well no corrals, all the marathoners were lined up on the incorrect side of the starting arch. There was a lack or absence of port-a-potties forcing runners to take over the washrooms of a mall, a grocery store & other fast food establishments that were open that morning.
I stationed myself @ Sheppard & Beecroft to cheer & could not believe that the roads were still open & I witnessed cars headed into the direction of the oncoming runners. My team mate joked that we were witnessing the most dangerous marathon in Canada… I literally feared for the lives of people who were participating in this race! A video is circulating of the start of the half marathon at the intersection of Yonge & Sheppard where cars are still crossing the intersection & the runners come to a standstill & then proceed to run through the cars because the road should have been closed. How is this safe for both the runners & the motorists?
Then 2 km down @ Yonge & York Mills, someone posted this:
“I was cheering at Yonge & York Mills and we witnessed poor road closure. They had fences but no one set them on the road. So I (a random spectator) had to put up the fences to keep the cars away from the running route. Also the race organizer said that there would be an aid stations at the 5km, which our cheer team was at. Nothing of that sort was provided. Also witnessed that the police and organizers were taking away fences near the tail end of everyone running, but there were still 10 runners who were left behind to run with the traffic.”
It really boggled my mind how this race director Jay Glassman is able to obtain a permit for this event despite it being a huge mess year after year & then I heard that it because he has contacts at City Hall. I believe this & it makes sense because there is no other way anyone would allow this chaos to continue year after year…
This event lacks:
• Safety measures
• Signage
• Starting corrals
• Course marshals
• Sufficient police
• Sufficient barriers
• Sufficient road closures
• Sufficient port-a-potties
• Emergency contact procedures
• Sufficient medical staff
• Sufficient volunteers
• Sponsor(s)
• An expo
• Clean up (reports of litter post-race @ multiple spots!)
• Integrity
• Accurate results
• Fails to meet the basic/minimum requirements set by Athletics Ontario for Sanctioning
• Any sense of accountability
Not to mention lack of medals for many finishers!
Articles:
2024: https://runningmagazine.ca/the-scene/the-toronto-marathon-a-series-of-unfortunate-events/
2023: https://www.thestar.com/news/gta/toronto-marathon-slammed-for-cars-driving-through-the-race-course-and-medals-being-stolen-at/article_18df243c-9708-5b82-8ab7-cee76379c92a.html
2022: https://toronto.citynews.ca/2022/05/01/minor-hiccups-as-toronto-marathon-returns-after-two-year-hiatus/
2019: https://runningmagazine.ca/sections/runs-races/toronto-marathon-issues-draw-complaints/
People travel far to come to this race which is a complete & utter disgrace to our city. They pay money to do it & some train for weeks/months only to have a utterly terrible experience! This event doesn’t bring in tourist dollars, it chases people away…
This race is NOT sanctioned by Athletics Ontario & it wasn’t in 2023 either. Recently it was commented on a positive review on their Facebook page that this is an unsanctioned event & they replied that it was sanctioned. Some others commented & tagged Athletics Ontario & suddenly the post was deleted! In fact they are trying to delete most of the negative comments made on their social media.
From Athletics Canada:
What can you do:
- Contact your city councilor: https://www.toronto.ca/city-government/council/members-of-council/
- Contact the Toronto Mayor
- Advocate for a safer event
2024.05.17 06:41 KaleidoscopeFew4333 Best Ways to Watch the PGA Championship Valhalla 2024 Live Streams
Golf enthusiasts around the globe are gearing up for one of the most prestigious events in the sport: the PGA Championship 2024. As the second major of the year, this event draws top talent and offers some of the most exciting moments in golf. If you're looking to catch all the action live, you're in luck! There are multiple ways to watch the PGA Championship 2024 live, including online platforms and traditional TV broadcasts. Here's your comprehensive guide to not missing a single swing.
WATCH PGA Championship 2024 LIVE
1. Official Broadcasters
The PGA Championship is broadcast globally, with several networks sharing the rights to show live coverage. In the United States, CBS and ESPN hold the broadcasting rights. CBS typically covers the weekend rounds, while ESPN handles the coverage for the earlier rounds. Be sure to check the local listings for the exact schedule.
2. Peacock – NBC’s Streaming Service
For those who prefer streaming, Peacock, NBC's digital platform, is one of your best bets. Peacock offers extensive coverage of the PGA Championship, including exclusive featured groups and hole coverage that you won't find on traditional broadcasts. To watch, you’ll need a Peacock Premium subscription, which offers more than just sports with a variety of TV shows, movies, and exclusive content. It's a fantastic way to catch all the PGA action on your computer, mobile device, or smart TV.
3. ESPN+
Another excellent streaming option is ESPN+. While ESPN covers some of the rounds on traditional TV, ESPN+ often provides additional coverage, such as early-round play and practice rounds. ESPN+ subscribers can watch every swing and putt from their favorite golfers, making it a great choice for die-hard golf fans.
4. PGA Championship Official App and Website
Don't overlook the PGA Championship’s official app and website. These platforms often provide live scoring, highlights, and some live streaming options directly from the tournament. The app is especially handy for keeping up with live scores and the latest news from the event while you’re on the go.
5. HowToStreams.com
For those who are looking for more comprehensive streaming information, howtostreams.com is a valuable resource. This website provides detailed guides on how to stream various sports events, including the PGA Championship. From finding the best VPNs to accessing geo-restricted content, howtostreams.com can help ensure you have access to the tournament no matter where you are in the world.
6. Cable and Satellite TV
Traditional cable and satellite TV will still offer comprehensive coverage of the PGA Championship. Networks like CBS and ESPN are accessible through most cable packages. For those who have cut the cord, many streaming services like YouTube TV, Hulu + Live TV, and Sling TV include these channels in their packages.
7. Social Media and Online Platforms
Don’t forget about social media and other online platforms. The PGA Championship’s official Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook accounts often feature live updates, behind-the-scenes content, and even some live coverage. Additionally, platforms like YouTube sometimes offer summaries and highlights if you can't watch the tournament live.
8. Sports Bars and Public Viewing Areas
If you enjoy a communal viewing experience, check out local sports bars and public viewing areas. Many establishments will broadcast major sports events like the PGA Championship. It’s a great way to enjoy the tournament with other fans and get a bit of the atmosphere you’d experience at the event itself.
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WATCH PGA Championship 2024 LIVE
1. Official Broadcasters
The PGA Championship is broadcast globally, with several networks sharing the rights to show live coverage. In the United States, CBS and ESPN hold the broadcasting rights. CBS typically covers the weekend rounds, while ESPN handles the coverage for the earlier rounds. Be sure to check the local listings for the exact schedule.
2. Peacock – NBC’s Streaming Service
For those who prefer streaming, Peacock, NBC's digital platform, is one of your best bets. Peacock offers extensive coverage of the PGA Championship, including exclusive featured groups and hole coverage that you won't find on traditional broadcasts. To watch, you’ll need a Peacock Premium subscription, which offers more than just sports with a variety of TV shows, movies, and exclusive content. It's a fantastic way to catch all the PGA action on your computer, mobile device, or smart TV.
3. ESPN+
Another excellent streaming option is ESPN+. While ESPN covers some of the rounds on traditional TV, ESPN+ often provides additional coverage, such as early-round play and practice rounds. ESPN+ subscribers can watch every swing and putt from their favorite golfers, making it a great choice for die-hard golf fans.
4. PGA Championship Official App and Website
Don't overlook the PGA Championship’s official app and website. These platforms often provide live scoring, highlights, and some live streaming options directly from the tournament. The app is especially handy for keeping up with live scores and the latest news from the event while you’re on the go.
5. HowToStreams.com
For those who are looking for more comprehensive streaming information, howtostreams.com is a valuable resource. This website provides detailed guides on how to stream various sports events, including the PGA Championship. From finding the best VPNs to accessing geo-restricted content, howtostreams.com can help ensure you have access to the tournament no matter where you are in the world.
6. Cable and Satellite TV
Traditional cable and satellite TV will still offer comprehensive coverage of the PGA Championship. Networks like CBS and ESPN are accessible through most cable packages. For those who have cut the cord, many streaming services like YouTube TV, Hulu + Live TV, and Sling TV include these channels in their packages.
7. Social Media and Online Platforms
Don’t forget about social media and other online platforms. The PGA Championship’s official Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook accounts often feature live updates, behind-the-scenes content, and even some live coverage. Additionally, platforms like YouTube sometimes offer summaries and highlights if you can't watch the tournament live.
8. Sports Bars and Public Viewing Areas
If you enjoy a communal viewing experience, check out local sports bars and public viewing areas. Many establishments will broadcast major sports events like the PGA Championship. It’s a great way to enjoy the tournament with other fans and get a bit of the atmosphere you’d experience at the event itself.
In Conclusion
Watching the PGA Championship 2024 live is easier than ever with multiple viewing options available. Whether you prefer the traditional TV experience or streaming on the go, there’s a solution for everyone. Don’t miss out on any of the action – plan your viewing strategy now and prepare for an unforgettable tournament!2024.05.17 03:35 OrdinaryFallenAngel My NMom Doesn't Realize She's Outing Herself To Everyone. I Feel Oddly Good About It.
I lived my entire life with the notion that nobody was ever going to believe me simply because I was a child; people always made the assumption that higher authorities were always right, no matter what. Our parents were always right about us. I went through counseling centers to counseling centers to therapists to therapists with my dad at the forefront telling them everything I was doing, which NONE of it being true. He used to tell people I smashed things, screamed, had temper tantrums constantly, and absolutely none of it was true. My dad was trying to get me admitted as some crazy lunatic child. I am still convinced of that.
Well, now I feel a sense of "See? I'm not lying!"
I should emphasize that both my parents were abusers, but my mother was the Covert Narc. My dad was the more Authoritarian Narc. Two peas in a pod.
I started running a Facebook page for my artwork recently, about the beginning of last year. I post drawings and sometimes I sell my own products there because of an art show I actively take part in in town every summer. I interact with the kids by providing custom coloring pages and crayons and coloring with them.
My mom, despite being a complete covert narc who seriously gets on my nerves and has tormented my entire life since childhood, still associates with me and frankly, she's not AS bad on a good day. I don't nessessarily hate my mom, not like my dad. I detest my dad with every fiber of my being, but I don't hate my mom. She's a pain in the neck and I was neglected as a child, but as an adult I see it as child's play compared to what my dad did to me (I lived with my dad where the abuse mainly happened as my parents were divorced, my mom wasn't there) so I'm not as salty towards her. That being said, I still know she is a narc with narc patterns and she's a flat-out bully, and I get seriously sick of it.
The reason I bring up the whole Facebook page thing is because my mom has no idea how mean she truly sounds when criticizing my work. She does it openly, in the comments of my drawings, and honestly, it kinda pleases me. All of my friends, all the people who doubted me, everyone who truly doesn't know what I went through, gets to see it now.
There was one particular instance where I had uploaded a drawing a few months ago, one that I was incredibly proud of, and my mom made the first comment which was her strongly criticizing my artwork, claiming "I CAN'T EVEN SEE HER ARM, WHY DOES SHE LOOK LIKE THAT, IT'S ANNOYING". What I did not expect afterwards were multiple people who commented on the drawing at the same time complimenting it and saying they saw absolutely nothing wrong with the drawing, and they were confused as to what the problem was.
It actually got to a point where my mom was becoming angry because nobody was agreeing with her. She insisted there was a problem, and kept making fun of the drawing weeks later, jabbing about it towards me during outings. People were actively seeing her doing this to me.
Just today as well, there was a new drawing that I uploaded on to my Facebook page for my artwork, and my mom just did the same thing. She'd cracked a joke about a flaw in my drawing that, once again, everyone is going to see.
It honestly feels kind of good that my mom is openly outing herself as someone who is not a nice person. I don't know if this just seems petty, but now finally maybe for once I can actually be believed that my childhood was not the greatest. It was actually quite awful, and I can never take those years back.
I don't know. I oddly can't really complain about it.
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Well, now I feel a sense of "See? I'm not lying!"
I should emphasize that both my parents were abusers, but my mother was the Covert Narc. My dad was the more Authoritarian Narc. Two peas in a pod.
I started running a Facebook page for my artwork recently, about the beginning of last year. I post drawings and sometimes I sell my own products there because of an art show I actively take part in in town every summer. I interact with the kids by providing custom coloring pages and crayons and coloring with them.
My mom, despite being a complete covert narc who seriously gets on my nerves and has tormented my entire life since childhood, still associates with me and frankly, she's not AS bad on a good day. I don't nessessarily hate my mom, not like my dad. I detest my dad with every fiber of my being, but I don't hate my mom. She's a pain in the neck and I was neglected as a child, but as an adult I see it as child's play compared to what my dad did to me (I lived with my dad where the abuse mainly happened as my parents were divorced, my mom wasn't there) so I'm not as salty towards her. That being said, I still know she is a narc with narc patterns and she's a flat-out bully, and I get seriously sick of it.
The reason I bring up the whole Facebook page thing is because my mom has no idea how mean she truly sounds when criticizing my work. She does it openly, in the comments of my drawings, and honestly, it kinda pleases me. All of my friends, all the people who doubted me, everyone who truly doesn't know what I went through, gets to see it now.
There was one particular instance where I had uploaded a drawing a few months ago, one that I was incredibly proud of, and my mom made the first comment which was her strongly criticizing my artwork, claiming "I CAN'T EVEN SEE HER ARM, WHY DOES SHE LOOK LIKE THAT, IT'S ANNOYING". What I did not expect afterwards were multiple people who commented on the drawing at the same time complimenting it and saying they saw absolutely nothing wrong with the drawing, and they were confused as to what the problem was.
It actually got to a point where my mom was becoming angry because nobody was agreeing with her. She insisted there was a problem, and kept making fun of the drawing weeks later, jabbing about it towards me during outings. People were actively seeing her doing this to me.
Just today as well, there was a new drawing that I uploaded on to my Facebook page for my artwork, and my mom just did the same thing. She'd cracked a joke about a flaw in my drawing that, once again, everyone is going to see.
It honestly feels kind of good that my mom is openly outing herself as someone who is not a nice person. I don't know if this just seems petty, but now finally maybe for once I can actually be believed that my childhood was not the greatest. It was actually quite awful, and I can never take those years back.
I don't know. I oddly can't really complain about it.
2024.05.16 22:46 offairarcade What to do in San Jose: 5/16 thru 5/19
Heya! I posted this in /SanJose as well, but you happen to be in or around the South Bay, here are some fun things that are happening around here this week:
If you have other stuff you’d like people to know about, drop ‘em in the comments! 🙂
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Thursday, 5/16
- Off The Grid Night Market Gordon Biersch (357 E. Taylor St., San Jose) 5-9 p.m. FREE Groove to music from San Jose Jazz while you sample over 50+ food trucks and brews at the inaugural event. (Runs through 7/11)
- Bay to Breakers Shakeout Sunnyvale Bay Trail (293-327 W. Caribbean Dr., Sunnyvale) 6 p.m. FREE Don your Bay to Breakers gear and run, jog, or walk to your own pace at this running series.
- Dwight Clark Legacy Series California Theater (345 S. First St., San Jose) 7 p.m. $30-$287 Along with lively conversations with current and former 9ers players, NBC Sports hosts a presentation of the Dwight Clark Awards.
- Drink and Draw Art Boutiki (44 Race St., San Jose) 7 p.m. FREE Bring out your inner artiste while you sip on a tasty beverage and enjoy the sound of Digging Sound Collect. Crayons, paper, pencils, and other utensils provided.
- Chris Porter San Jose Improv (62 S. Second St., San Jose) Thu 8 p.m., Fri 7:30 + 9:45 p.m., Sat 7 p.m. + 9:30 p.m. $22-$72 From NBC’s “Last Comic Standing,” and his Netflix special “Ugly and Angry,” this comedian has distinguished himself as a no-frills, no-sound cues, no puppets performer. (Runs through 5/18)
- Austin Nasso Rooster T Feathers Comedy Club (Address) Thu-Fri 8 p.m., Sat-Sun 7 p.m. $25 Admission, $35 VIP You may know this former Microsoft software engineer from his recurring appearances on “The Howard Stern Show.” (Runs through 5/19)
- Pressure Drop DJ Night Caravan Lounge (98 S. Almaden Ave., San Jose) 9 p.m. FREE Join DJs Norbert + Fuchsia for a night of punk, ska, reggae, soul, and R&B.
Friday, 5/17
- Salsa y Cerveza Garden at the Flea (1590 Berryessa Rd., San Jose) 5-9 p.m. FREE Learn to Salsa dance and browse flea market deals while you groove to Union Timbera and gnosh on bites from local food trucks.
- Movie Night in the Park: “Puss in Boots: The Last Wish” Meadowfair Park (Corda Dr. + Barberry Ln., San Jose) 6-10 p.m. FREE Bring your blanket + lawn chair, and enjoy lawn games, crafts, and food trucks as you watch one of the coolest, most stylish animated films from last year.
- SJBP - Bikers of the Caribbean Ride! Berryessa BART Station (958 Berryessa Station Way, San Jose) 7:30 p.m. FREE Dress like a pirate, or wear your street gear to join other bike enthusiasts for a 15-20 mile ride through North San Jose.
- Bay FC vs San Diego Wave FC PayPal Park (1123 Coleman Ave., San Jose) 7:30 p.m. $20-$196 After losses on the road to Chicago and Portland, our team returns home for a “Bay Area Unite” game.
- Sofia Niño de Rivera California Theater (345 S. First St., San Jose) 8 p.m. $49-$109 You may know this comedian as Mexico City’s “Woman of the Year” 2016, or from the Netflix dramedy “Club de Cuervos.”
- Dark Satellite + Orbit 17 + Dear Banshee Art Boutiki (44 Race St., San Jose) 8 p.m. $15 Advance, $20 Day of Show Bay Area indie rockers collide at a stellar showcase of prog, jazz, and otherworldly riffage.
- Alicia Villarreal San Jose Civic (135 W. San Carlos St., San Jose) 8 p.m. $39.50-$149 See the two-time Latin Grammy Award-winning singer for her “Donde Todo Comenzo” tour.
- Electric Feels: Indie Rock + Indie Dance Party The Ritz (400 S. First St., San Jose) 9 p.m. $15-$20 Advance, $25 Day of Show From MGMT to Vampire Weekend, alt-J to Hot Chip, dance along to your favorite indie tracks from yesteryear.
- Panacea + HRIF + Perarez Caravan Lounge (98 S. Almaden Ave., San Jose) 9 p.m. FREE Chunky riffs, ear-splitting growls, and dense-packed crowds fill one of the most intimate venues in the South Bay.
Saturday, 5/18
- Bored Teachers Comedy Tour California Theater (345 S. First St., San Jose) 3 p.m. and 7 p.m. $35-$55 Ring in the end of the school year with the No. 1 teacher comedians in the world performing skits and stand ups.
- Culture Night Market Discovery Meadow (180 Woz Way, San Jose) 4-10 p.m. FREE Featuring local vendors, food trucks, and businesses, to hoppin’ stage performances from Universal Grammar, Los Jefes, L James, Thatfool Al, Sutro, DJ Say, and Real Ignorant.
- All Out for Al-Nakba San Jose Peace and Justice Center (48 S. Seventh St., San Jose) 4 p.m. FREE Join community members and activists for a screening and discussion of Al Jazeera’s “Al-Nakba: The Palestinian Catastrophe 1948” documentary series as a part of Anti-War Action Network’s national week of action.
- Hey Girl! Sexy Slumber Party Splash Video Dance Bar (65 Post St., San Jose) 6 p.m. FREE before 7:30, $10 after Dress in your best pajamas or sexy sleepwear and dance along with fellow fems, femmes, and femme fatales to the tunes of local DJ Rogue Mermaid.
- Nate Jackson San Jose Civic (135 W. San Carlos St., San Jose) 7 p.m. $39.50-$200 You know he has to be funny, because his tour’s called the “Super Funny World Tour.” It’s just science.
- The ABBA Concert Experience Montgomery Theater (271 S. Market St., San Jose) 7:30 p.m. $39-$59 This family-friendly singalong show highlights the enduring success of one of the world’s most beloved pop supergroups.
- San Jose Earthquakes vs. Orlando City SC PayPal Park (1123 Coleman Ave., San Jose) 7:30 p.m. $22-$185 Join the Quakes for Vietnamese Heritage night, with special merch for sale, and limited items with purchase of a ticket.
- Take on Me: The Ultimate 80’s Party The Ritz (400 S. First St., San Jose) 8 p.m. $17-$20 Advance, $20 Day of Show Don your favorite hot pants and pastel colors for this celebration of synths and gated reverb drums.
- Nineteen Jazz Orchestra Art Boutiki (44 Race St., San Jose) 8 p.m. $25 Advance, $30 Day of Show Along with classic soul, jazz, and R&B, this local professional jazz group will be performing “Obama Suite,” composed by their their former trumpet player, the late Eric Bolvin.
- Nature of the Beast SJZ Break Room (310 S. First St., San Jose) 8 p.m. $25 Bay Area jazz legends return to the SJZ stage to perform select songs from Herbie Hancock’s discography.
- Dead River Rebels + American Standard + Akira XX Caravan Lounge (98 S. Almaden Ave., San Jose) 9 p.m. FREE DIY punk meets stoner rock at this showcase of local talent.
Sunday, 5/19
- Boogie Music Fest Downtown Campbell 10 a.m.-6 p.m. Saturday, 10 a.m.-5 p.m. Sunday FREE Admission Enjoy food, beer, and wine, plus artisan booths, a kids zone, and a funky “Best Dressed” contest, with live music on two stages both days.
- AAPI Pride Brunch Holiday Inn San Jose - Silicon Valley (1350 N. First St., San Jose) 11 a.m.-3 p.m. FREE Celebrate Asian American Pacific Islander History Month with local drag performers, poetry, Mahjong, and trivia games.
- Halfway to Halloween Rumble City Boxing (866 Park Ave., San Jose) 2-6 p.m. FREE From spooky wares to Halfoween artistry, check out local artist booths with live music and food.
- Homayoun Shajarian + Anoushiravan Rohani San Jose Civic (135 W. San Carlos St., San Jose) 5 p.m. and 9 p.m. Two legendary performers, one from Tehran and the other from Iran, blend Eastern and Western musical traditions.
- Jakob’s Castle + The Happys The Ritz (400 S. First St., San Jose) 7 p.m. $15 Advance, $20 Day of Show SoCal rock and ska royalty Jacob Nowell brings his sublime punk sensibilities to the stage.
- Sammy Obeid San Jose Improv (62 S. Second St., San Jose) 8:30 p.m. $30-$90 One of my favorite comedians of all time, Sammy’s been a part of the Bay Area comedy scene for the past two decades. Check out some of his bits on Instagram/TikTok!
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2024.05.16 18:32 motion4money Struggling to generate new business
Hey all,
As the title states, I am struggling to generate new business. I am a mobile detailer as well as providing service at my or the customer's choice of location. I'm located in the South East in a pretty metropolitan area. I do exterior hand washes with foamer, shampoo, quick wax but my bread and butter is interior cleaning. I currently have about 8 paid jobs completed, and prior to that did about 10-15 family and friends cars, just to tweak my process and cleaning options.
My current advertising strategy includes: an extremely fresh instagram/Facebook profile with very little content and following thus far, a google business profile (with no reviews), a next-door account, and a craigslist ad that I have to pay $5 for and is good for I think up to 45 days. Surprisingly this has brought me the most new business. I have put about $25 into Facebook advertising with little to no yield.
I recently received some yard signs just with my business name/service offered + a phone number to call or text. I am hoping this may improve exposure. Thinking about putting them up near the mouths of nice suburbs neighborhoods/heavily trafficked intersections for max exposure + drawing a client base that may require car cleanings w/ kids and have the disposable income for the services provided
I am looking to network and grow my business, so any criticism, questions, or advice will be greatly appreciated.
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As the title states, I am struggling to generate new business. I am a mobile detailer as well as providing service at my or the customer's choice of location. I'm located in the South East in a pretty metropolitan area. I do exterior hand washes with foamer, shampoo, quick wax but my bread and butter is interior cleaning. I currently have about 8 paid jobs completed, and prior to that did about 10-15 family and friends cars, just to tweak my process and cleaning options.
My current advertising strategy includes: an extremely fresh instagram/Facebook profile with very little content and following thus far, a google business profile (with no reviews), a next-door account, and a craigslist ad that I have to pay $5 for and is good for I think up to 45 days. Surprisingly this has brought me the most new business. I have put about $25 into Facebook advertising with little to no yield.
I recently received some yard signs just with my business name/service offered + a phone number to call or text. I am hoping this may improve exposure. Thinking about putting them up near the mouths of nice suburbs neighborhoods/heavily trafficked intersections for max exposure + drawing a client base that may require car cleanings w/ kids and have the disposable income for the services provided
I am looking to network and grow my business, so any criticism, questions, or advice will be greatly appreciated.
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2024.05.16 14:53 No_Funny3533 Miyuki Miyamoto/ Yomi / Jeong Nahyeon Scam Network Sites JPNDATE CUDATE DATESTEADY SAYHIUP
 | UPDATED INFO throughout it. submitted by No_Funny3533 to Romance_Scamer [link] [comments] They have a new Scam Website: https://www.datesteady.com/ (Reuses JPNDATE assets even) I think she Chinese and Korean. They try to scam me a second time, her friend (I just wanted real love) Yomi/ Miyuki Miyamoto/ Jeong Nahyeon Written Before: There is this dangerous woman (same person) running many fake Chinese Romance scam websites, fake Instagram pages, tik tok, We chats, and many Chinese porn sites. It is the same person, she uses her looks with pictures and videos to steal money from men. She has many names she goes by, probably even more than I found. She also uses bots to get fake likes and weird Anime filters to try to look like an idol. She has scam artist female friends also I found. She the leader. I know a lot of scammers steal from other people's identities but that is not the case here. This is the same person as the scammer. My story will explain it. As well as this person has pictures of the same person you can’t find anywhere else on the Internet. Even if you do a Reverse Face image search. They said information that match to an unbelievable level. The person who Scammed me: Has Many names (Such As) And a talent for speaking many languages
https://www.instagram.com/gracegracemei/ Email: [miyukilovee@outlook.com](mailto:miyukilovee@outlook.com) (Something about BlessCeline Lovee) Skype ID: live:.cid.737fb9ac2ad5655c
(Make Sense) u/mingmei1344 https://www.instagram.com/mingmei1344/ https://www.facebook.com/liuliu.meimingmei (Owner of aiu_agency since 2015) u/aiu_agency https://www.instagram.com/aiu_agency/
Hotel Connected: SHILLA STAY Gwanghwamun Her Scam Artist friends who work for both Ai_U Agency and JPNDATE CUDATE (That I found) Vynnie_nat : https://www.instagram.com/vynnie_nat/#jiejierui_ngc: https://www.instagram.com/jiejierui_ngc/Veravera_zhangg: https://www.instagram.com/veravera_zhangg/Elle_owo_elle : https://www.instagram.com/elle_owo_elle/Qiqi_shenglim : https://www.instagram.com/qiqi_shenglim/Myemye_owo_ : https://www.instagram.com/myemye_owo_/Her Friends that are connected somehow but not sure how yet. They appear everywhere with the fake accountsRiyandiwilliam : https://www.instagram.com/riyandiwilliam/https://preview.redd.it/2d0g7b2las0d1.jpg?width=400&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=f25ee7d014b3ae338612c980a5db88eca5ef6cb5Summary: Jpndate.com is a dangerous Romance scam. All the women are paid actors for the website from China. They will try to get into a relationship with you very fast, don’t fall for it. They are milking you for money like if you're a cow. They will threaten to kill you or your family if you call out their scam. They might also say they will sue you. If you stop paying them, they will text you very little. They will never video call you face-to-face. Jpndate.com has a sister scam website from the same people called sayhiup.com. When you buy something on Jpndate the payment goes to Cudate Limited, so that site must be part of the scam also. There is a company in China doing all type of illegal and immoral practices. Their name is Zhengzhou Zhongzhiqi Technology Co., Ltd. / 郑州市中之祺科技有限公司 . They have their main technology business but they also run a list of many scam websites stealing money from American men, Asian, and European men. Such as Cudate, JPNDate, SayhiUp. These are romance scam sites where all the women work for the company. If you make a female account it will pend forever. Only men get approved. They claimed before to be an American-owned company then I exposed them now they claim to be Dutch. Their servers are all in China. They never filed paperwork with any foreign country. They are none of these the Chinese pretending to run many dating sites when in fact it’s all fake. They claim to be in nations their not. They have fake terms of service. I used PayPal before I didn't know it was a scam. I paid in dollars, but they refused to refund me till I told PayPal. PayPal made them. Then they refused to pay me the total amount they wanted to pay me on yuan when I paid dollars. I report them to FTC. They also try to hack my laptop for tell the government the truth about them. They probably get funds from the Communist Party government. They are very very bad people. Please look into it or forward this message somewhere where it can be looked into. Pretends to be a legit dating site but feel more like a pay-to-use website for fake love. All women here are paid actors for the site. The same few women have multiple profiles pretending to be different people. Funny part is anytime you call out JPNDate bs they change their terms of service. Screenshot everything people. They have a fake page saying their trying to stop scammers, it all bs they are the scammers. Host of JPNDate Servers: As the writing of this post: IP: 47.242.112.134 - Server: nginx GeoIP: HK - AS45102 (ALIBABA-CN-NET Alibaba US Technology Co., Ltd., CN) My Story: (Update): I know it is the same person, They told me in a text message. Do you like Asian women? Real Asian women? These ones are real! I know who they are. Hi! This is Mark Faraday talking to you. This is my story of how a website named JPNDate Idols scammed me out of 4000 American dollars. First, I was on Japan Cupid, a dating site. On Japan Cupid, no one can chat unless one of you has a membership. I bought a 1-week membership. Within 5 minutes to 10 minutes, a woman nicknamed Yomi from Japan messaged me; this should have been a red flag for me. We talked for a while. She said she was interested in me. She asked me if I could move over to the dating site JPNDate because she paid for membership there and not Japan Cupid. She also promised to delete her account on Japan Cupid after we changed sites. She does delete her account off Japan Cupid. Unlike a normal scam artist, who may only have 1 or 2 photos, she has several photos on her profile. My trust in her grows a bit seeing that. She then privately messaged me several more photos of her. She asked me for some photos, which I sent. She then sends back happy and heartfelt emojis. She told me she doesn’t date Asian men anymore because they were violent to her in the past and her last boyfriend cheated on her. She talked about how she didn’t want to fight with me. She also said we could talk about any topic. She would compliment me often, as I did for her. Of course, on my profile page, I try to post my best pictures. Throughout my life, I have had many different hairstyles. She even mentioned this and got very happy and asked if I was a hairstylist. The spam of talking between us was from January 20th, 2024, to March 24th, 2024. On JPNDate, there is an upgrade system. You need Blue Diamond to chat with others. Crown to send videos. Blue Diamond is 20 dollars per month, and Crown is 80 dollars per month. I got the Blue Diamond membership at first. It showed her with it too. After a day or two, she asked me to upgrade like she did to the Crown membership so she could send me a video. I upgraded it, and she did actually send me a video. All pictures and the video match the same person and the same face. Some pictures were in different locations, and some were like three different pictures in the same place. We then later buy a 6-month Crown membership for each other because it is cheaper than 1 month at a time. I bought it for her, and she bought it for me. At this point, I start to believe. This person was giving me all their time. They reply very often, and their texting time was the same as Japan timezones every single day. They spoke not only English but also Japanese almost fluently. However, they did let me know that they're still learning English and sometimes use a translator. She let me know that this website has something called a mall. This should have been red flag number 2. You pay 1 American dollar for each gold point. Paypal is the only thing that works. When we started dating, she said it was normal for couples in Japan to send each other gifts. It was a symbol of forever love in Japan, she claimed. As an American, I didn’t know if this was true. I googled it and couldn’t get a clear answer. She said whatever I bought her, she would buy me as well. She asked if I liked necklaces or charms. I said anything was fine. She wanted me to pick up a necklace. At first, she picked up a $1,000 necklace from the site mall and asked me. I said no; that's way too much money for that. She said how about a 300-dollar Jade Romance charm. She told me to get her white one; she would get me the green one. I questioned if she was legit. She started crying. She somehow convinced me at the time that she was legit again. I did buy it. A few weeks later, I did receive the overpriced Green Jade Romance love charm to my address from her. I never told her which day exactly my tracking information said it would come to my house, but I asked her, and her tracking date was the same week as mine. By the way something almost the same as this necklace is 12 dollars on Amazon. It also broke when I got it in the mail. Probably cost them 2 cent to make. For the next few days, we had a wonderful, happy conversation. It is late January, and I know Valentine's Day is coming. I offered to get her flowers. I got her flowers and chocolate at a very high price of multiple hundred dollars. She then gets so happy. She told me many times how she wanted to go to America and find me. We talked about many topics for several more days. She told me she worked in an office in Tokyo. Yomi told me her real name was Miyuki Miyamoto. Which is very funny because I told her before I was a Nintendo fan, and this is the same last name as Mario and Zelda Creator. She also said she had her apartment to herself, which is true; she does own an apartment. She talked about how life is stressful right now in Japan. She claimed to have grown up in the Japanese town of Nagano, Japan. She also said she had gone to a university in Tokyo with a major in computer science. She wanted to visit America in July for 15 days when she had her time off. July is a normal time for people to get off in Japan for vacation, so I thought nothing of it. I told her that I was from a smaller town in California, but I lived not far from San Francisco. I told her how my town is quiet and how I could see mountains outside my house. She said she wanted a peaceful life and that life in Tokyo is too fast. And she always had great things to say about every picture I sent. We also talk about going on dates. I asked most of the questions, but she did ask me questions as well. I started to ask her a lot of questions about Japan. Like if she visited Himeji Castle, she said no. However, I did say yes to visiting Mount Fuji. I should have asked for a photo of this, but I didn’t. She was very happy; she told me very many topics about Japan. We even briefly talked about anime. She told me she liked Digimon, Dragon Ball Z, One Piece, and Detective Conan. This information is important later. We also talked about how both of us were big Disney fans growing up. One day she told me, how work was busy today. I told her it was okay and we didn’t need to talk today. She did, however, still text me a little bit that day. This was the only day during our whole time talking when she was super busy. There is nothing wrong with this; all humans get busy. I decided to spend my evening drawing a picture of me and Yomi on a date to surprise her. When I sent it to her, she did not react. This was a red flag for me. I tried to convince myself that she just didn’t like drawings that much. I know I sound really dumb right here, but whoever I was talking to is very smart and knows a lot of things. We started talking a few days later about the idea of meeting and going on dates together. I know that the yen is weak against the American dollar right now. I told them I would pay for anything they wanted when they were in America because I was in love. This was a big, big, big mistake. They then asked if I could give them 1500 dollars to buy a plane ticket. Never give money to people you never meet in real life, folks. Don’t be dumb like me. Turns out the ticket was actually 2100, so they asked for another 500 dollars the next day, claiming their friend let them borrow the money, and they paid the difference. They did show me a picture of a plane ticket. With the name Yomi and the correct airports in Tokyo and San Francisco. This gave me more trust in them; I got a lot of photos, videos, and even a picture of a plane ticket. At some point, I talked to them about social media. They claim to only have Skype and Line. I found it very hard to believe a woman in her 20s wasn’t on Instagram or Tik Tok. I went on Instagram and typed Yomi, and I found a Yomi who looked just like her. This made me think: why did she lie? What confused me is that all the pictures on her Instagram were different from the ones she sent me, other than one image that was the same. Meaning that the images were not clearly stolen from there. I looked up JPNDate online; there isn’t much info on this website (Right Now), other than one reddit forum from 1 year ago. Someone said something about being scammed by an IDOL on this site. They also said the website wasn’t in Japan but in China. I was wondering why I never saw new females joining the website; it was the same 23 pages worth of them. I wanted to test the website to see if it was legit. I made another account, a fake male account with AI artwork. It was approved in one second. I then made a fake female account; it said pending approval. It has now been 2 weeks since I made that account, and it still says pending approval. This means all the women on this website have to be fake actors. There is also a setting on JPNDate to see who has been online last or which accounts are the oldest. When I asked weeks before, Yomi claimed she had been on this website only for a short time. Her oldest picture was dated October 20, 2023. Yet she has the sixth-oldest account on JPNDate, according to the website. The reddit forum I talked about before was over a year old. When I was on this website for a month, at least 10 other women tried to text me. There was this one profile of a woman from Taiwan, age 20. She texted me three times in one month. When I joined, her age was listed as 20, and at some point, she changed her age to 25 on her profile. I ignored all these women. This proves again that all these women are fake. I do think they are women based on how they type, but they are not truthful like they act like they are. As I write this, I just realized this is Yomi's sister; it matches the other Yomi account's sister tag. I knew this website wasn’t telling the truth. I found the JPNDate IP address and tracked it to a server in Hong Kong, China, hosted by Alibaba cloud servers. Reddit was right; the website is Chinese. I took pictures of the website code just in case. I asked Yomi if she knew Alibaba. Then she asked if I’m going to China—a very strange follow-up question. At this point, I was confused. Who is Yomi? I couldn’t find anything about Miyuki Miyamoto, only Yomi. On Yomi Instagram, she speaks Chinese, not Japanese. I started to think there are no Japanese women on this website like they claim to be. She does speak Japanese, though. I started using more than 10 different software programs to track who Yomi was. I found like 1000 pictures of an idol, WeChat model, singer, dancer, person on endless Chinese dating sites, and a valiant professional gamer part of the AI’U agency for over 8 years. I found two other Instagram accounts with Yomi's face. Another account in Chinese with an idol name other than Yomi also had a Facebook page. The Chinese account has a post about her going to Australia in early 2024, where she is typing in English words. I also found an account where she speaks only Korean on Instagram. I also found a tik-tok where someone dances and looks 100% the same as Yomi, to whom I’m talking. The part that is crazy is that none of the images are 100% the same, but the person is the same in all of them. This shocked me; I follow all the accounts. I saw the stories daily to see who this person was. Her Yomi account is just her normal pictures and atm company or something. Her Korean account is about traveling to Singapore, Spain, and South Korea. She also posts a lot about Disney toys here. When I talked to the scammer about Disney, I had no idea about this. At this point, I knew that many men had been scammed out of money for fake love, not just me. These women are real women. However, there are actors pretending to be in love. They will crush your heart and call you names after a few weeks if you don’t buy their stuff. It has to be from JPNdate Mall only, nowhere else. JPNdate Mall prices are crazy high. I am not sure if the point of the website is just for money or if it is actually for women to study English or what. Chinese women, pretending to be Japanese (most of them), that have connections to Korean music and gaming on professional teams. Man, what a hell of a story this is. This sounds like a Hollywood movie, but it's real, or at least partly. At this point, everything I say seems to be true based on what I know. Yomi told me early on that she had one older sister and one younger brother. It seems like she is actually a twin, and she is the younger sister. Yomi claims to be 25, but I think she is closer to 27 or 28 based on finding a listing of her work in 2015 at Twitch Gaming. You have to be 18 or older to work at Twitch gaming, unless your parents sign things. When I showed the pictures I found to Yomi on JPNdate, she played the victim card on me. Saying she thinks I’m a liar and she wants to break up. Then she gave me her Skype account to try to prove it was legit, and all the other images and accounts were stolen and fake. Her Skype name is Rose, with a One Piece picture. She sent me many voice clips, crying, trying to convince me that she was real. I put them in software, and the voice was 30% human, 70% AI. Clearly, a woman is changing her Chinese or Korean voice to sound Japanese. A PC gamer would know how to do this; they do it all the time to troll. Yomi told me she didn’t play video games anymore, but I found a picture that wasn’t that old of a woman who looked the same as her; she had a Nintendo Switch with a white OLED in it. Btw it’s a known fact that Yomi uses software to cheat in the Pc FPS games. I can’t let Yomi, her sister, and her idol friends scam men for their time and money. Yomi Chiense's name is Vera Yuanxin (维拉). Her twin sister goes by veravera_zhangg. Yomi “deleted her profile” when I exposed her. But Yomi is still there with no pictures. Two they clearly have other accounts with people who look like she just changed hairstyle, talking and trying to scam other men. Remember when I said the anime part was important? On Yomi's Korean account, she has a friend with whom she talks about Digimon. She gave him a Disney toy. She told me she wanted to cosplay a fox; his profile is a fox. There is just so much proof that these are the same people. Later someone hit me up on Reddit from the Phillippines and told me how the same person Yomi scammed them. How for months Yomi promise them so many things. Then when they said it came to going on the plane to visit him they said they were sick or dying or something. Yomi also made a fake Instagram pretending to be Joe Biden and sent me a friend invite. I messaged and it was so funny how bad it was on their part. I said “Yomi are you trolling me?” then they deleted their account. This was on April 6th, 2024. Yomi tries so hard but use a lot of cheap things that are clearly fake like ai artwork, bots for like at ai_u agency, and fake profiles where she comments herself and attacks anyone who calls her out fairly. After exposing Jpndate they Ip ban my address lol. Then on social media joke about attacking me. If you call out their BS they threaten your family and yourself. Just stay away from all these sites if you're going to date online use well-known legit sites. 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