Moving notice letter sample

Hello all! I am a moonlight hospital worker and student seeking friends whose letters may keep me company! I recently moved to the city - I’ve had zero luck striking up meaningful conversations with passersby. I yearn for a connection with someone that isn’t a singular superficial remark about the weather. Being in the hospital it’s really hard to have any conversation at all, everyone is so busy. I know there must be someone pining for someone to know they are out there too. Let’s talk about the human condition, our dreams, our what-ifs, our introspective thoughts, morals and values. Let’s talk about our passions, let’s exchange photos, recipes, stories. Let’s read a story together and exchange our thoughts and feelings! I find it so exciting to find a stranger and have the chance to know them! How lucky are we as two grains of sand in the proverbial ocean to share this moment together?
Some interesting bits about me! I grew up on a cattle farm in the mountains. I like DND (though I’ve yet to actually play), studio ghibli and other anime, video games, and fantasy anything! I’m legally a vampire. I love drawing, writing short stories and poetry. (My poetry won a state award not to toot my own horn but tootoot). I’m a foodie and love to cook though I am not good at it… yet. I am a dog mom to two feral furnados. I love to make crafts, I LOVE music- anything from Pierce the Veil to Chopin, from Jo Stafford to Miki Matsubara! I was a choral student who ranked into the All Northwest Choir (a choir consisting of the top students from about 7 states) in Sophomore year! (Tootoot again!) I love hiking and collecting flower pressings! I have a great collection so far! I also have a massive pin collection too. I have actually seen very few movies, and would love to watch a film and exchange our views! I am a big history fan, any history at all! I love learning about empires lost to time, the dawn of civilization, and the creation of our universe. I’m learning Japanese and have a trip to Osaka planned next year. I love horseback riding, im an avid gardener. I am a bit of a goth, and everything I own is black, red or purple. I have never had a penpal, but did exchange letters overseas with family for a while!
I look forward to hearing from anyone who shares interests (or not!) and is eager to start a new friendship. If you’re interested in being penpals, please feel free to reach out!

Hi again!
A couple days ago I asked for some advice about what to expect at Mass. Thank you all so much for responding, I got more answers than I was expecting and everyone was so kind. Well, I finally did it! I went to the Pentecost Vigil and now I can't stop smiling! I wasn't raised religious but the few times I did go to church I was extremely uncomfortable. I always felt un-welcomed because all the Protestant churches I've ever been to always make you stand up if you're new and everyone looks at you and you usually have to fill out a card with all your personal information. But the impression that I got when I first watched the St. Patrick's livestream Mass was that it was a lot more welcoming environment. I was really nervous since I was alone and I've never been to church by myself before but the more the Mass went on the more comfortable I felt (especially since they had printed programs so I could read all the responses. I have the Apostle's Creed memorized but not the Nicene). The only thing that caught me a little off guard was the Penitential Rite and the music was more modern than I was used to. Also, I wasn't expecting the collection basket but luckily I had a dollar on me (is it passed around at every Mass or just for special ones like this one? And is it bad if you don't put anything in?) Luckily, I wasn't the only one who didn't take communion which made me feel better. I also noticed a couple kneeling during the entire Eucharist presentation (is that what it's called?) Is that a standard thing to do? Anyway, I'm definitely going to keep going through the summer but I'm moving to go to grad school so I'm not going to join or ask about RCIA yet. And there was also some holy water by the door and I kid you not, as soon as I touched it, all my doubts and nerves dissipated! Wow! Definitely the best church experience I've ever had. 🙏

My friend (16F), and I (16F) were friends since elementary school, but because of current situation in my country she had to move to Sweden, and I feel that we're slowly loosing each other. After russian invasion we both had to leave our town, I moved on the west of the country in another town, while my friend moved abroad. Since I keep studying online in my previous school (schools in the town I currently live in also studying online, so I don't see any reasons to transfer) I didn't manage to socialise here at all. And as additional I lost lots of friends from my hometown simply because of the distance/different political views/ect. She remained my best friend and we kept in touch for a more then two years already. But the last few months I began to notice that we had become significantly more distant then before. If in short: Sally can not answer to my massages for a whole day, we don't have this long conversations anymore, we don't have video/voice calls, she stopped telling me about her day or asking me about mine (okay, last thing is fair, since mostly I remaining at home and nothing significant happens in my life), she also stopped listening to my voice mails and reacting on reels I've been sanding to her in ig. I tried to talk to her some time ago, and things changed for a time being, but now we're on the starting point once again. And I really don't know what to do, since she is really an only peer I'm in touch right now. (Text can have some mistakes/bad sentence forming, since I don't know it well, sorry!)

I'll preface my post by saying that I'm totally aware of how stupid and dumb I'm being, and I even welcome more people telling me how stupid and dumb I am, because at this point I don't know what to do.
So I've been subscribed to several OF stars and followed many a hot men in my time, I've never had any issues, I subscribed for my own sexual gratification, got that and moved a long. In the last few weeks however, a new guy I've been following for a month or two started an OF. I'm not quite sure what it is about him, but suddenly I've developed a serious crush on him. He's the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about before going back to bed. On X, I've turned on my post notifications for him, something I've never done, and I even wrote him a silly love letter. Essentially, he is my dream guy. This crush has literally been all consuming, and all I want to do is meet him, be a part of his life and his happiness. If I lived close enough, I'd probably go visit him at his day job. For now he's only done solo work, but he's quickly become immensely popular and I'm already having sad and jealous feelings about when he inevitably branches and start collabing with other OF guys. It's all very dumb.
This has literally become debilitating to me, and all I think about during the last week. I haven't been able to work properly or focus on anything else going on in my life, all I want is acknowledgement and approval from him. I need guidance on how can move on from this, which even as I type this statement, the thought of moving on from him hurts my heart.
As an aside, this stupid crush was really unexpected because I'm in a happy relationship. Me and my BF are open, and have been dating for 4/5 years, we have very open communication, and I've even told him about this. I just feel so crazy, I want to move on but at the same time, I just want to be part of this guy's life. Please, I need help. Btw Im 31 years old.
An additional aside, I think I'm very used to getting what I want, as an only child I was pretty spoiled, and as an adult, I'm very determined, ambitious and hard-working when it comes to the things I want. In that respect, I'm finding it so difficult to accept that the one thing I want so badly right now, is probably unobtainable.

Hello,
I’m 23 f and I have at least 3 women I know who are most likely in abusive relationships. One of them is my friend, one of them is my aunt, one of them is boss. All three of them I’ve had a situation where I witnessed a clear sign of abuse. This is a long one. But I feel like each situation matters.
The first one is my best friend. She would tell me all types of events that happened between them where he was not a good man. Mostly cheating. I tell her to leave him multiple times. Next thing you know she’s pregnant and they move in together. He didn’t change though. Next thing you know they were fighting and he hit her in the car, bruising her. I beg her to leave. She doesn’t. The next event that happens is that they’re arguing in the house and he pulls a knife on her threatening her. He eventually gets mad and throws their baby onto the bed and storms out the apartment. She sent me the footage and I tell her to please leave for the safety of her baby and call the police. The police didn’t do anything but make his whole family mad at her. The police did not care at all. She tells me she’s going to have her dad get her a ticket to leave and move in with her dad. I kept asking about how that’s going everyday. And it turns into a month afterwards. She stayed. She gets pregnant again. And her boyfriend hates me and told me if I go to her baby shower he won’t be there and neither will his family. So I don’t go because of this and also because I’m scared he’ll hurt me too. She doesn’t tell me about what happens with him anymore. I feel like through speaking up and trying to help I made her situation worse.
The second woman is my auntie. She’s not my aunt by blood and not even by marriage but she has my biological uncles children. You can’t go anywhere with them without them arguing at the end of the night. They’re both still young and only 4-5 years older than me and they both have a drug addiction with coke. However, I notice he gives her coke more than he does it himself. He goes out of his way to embarrass her, call her names, and ruin the night. He doesn’t care whose it’s in front of. I’ve never seen him physically hit her, but I wouldn’t doubt for a second he does. Nobody in my family speaks up because he’s blood. And they’ll always take his side because they just see her as the coke head baby mom. And she does have her issues. She’s had fights with other members of my family because of them. And I don’t excuse her from them. But I think the way my uncle talks to her is unacceptable and verbally abusive. Not only does he do it front of our family, but he does it in front of his own kids who are all girls. One night we’re all getting back from somewhere and they start fighting and he’s just berating her over nothing all because she asked if I wanted to go get something to eat. I tell him calm down it’s okay it’s not that deep and then he tells me “you’re not helping at all”. I’m not a very confrontational person. I’m often scared to be the one to speak up. So I put my hand on her should and tell her it’s okay. And he gets mad at me and tells me “you’re not helping AT ALL stay out of it”. It’s a quiet way back home. Weeks pass and it’s my birthday so we’re all playing board games having a good time and drinking. Me and my aunt start talking about mental health and stuff and my uncle doesn’t like it so he tells her it’s time to go to bed. And my aunt is like we’re talking and we’re about to watch another movie. I agree and my uncle gets mad at both of us. When he walks out we talk about him being weird and he starts blowing up when he gets back. I’m drunk and I’m like this is the moment I speak up because this is not okay. I stand my ground and I continue watching the movie with her even though he’s throwing a fit in the background. Eventually he just shuts the tv off. And I turn it back on. Eventually we’re fighting over the buttons and he tells me you’re my niece and you’re turning against me don’t ever ask me for anything ever again. My dad wakes up and tells us all to be quiet. And he tells ME to calm down. When this all started because of him. I go and hug my aunt and just go to bed. The next morning they’re laid up together again and they’re both not talking to me. And the rest of my family tells me I should’ve just minded my business and to stay out of peoples relationships. But how can I stay silent seeing this happen? This scars me because It felt like everyone turned against me instead of the obvious abuser. My aunties smiles at me, but she wont speak to me because it’ll start another fight with my uncle. We eventually hang out again but I feel discouraged for speaking up anymore. Because nothing changes.
The next person is my boss. I know this is odd. And I’m not that close to my boss. And I don’t know what happens when she’s at home with her husband. But there was a work trip and my boyfriend and I go to the event in her husbands car to carpool. I’m the car I guess she gave the wrong directions on accident. He starts driving crazy yelling at her and calling her stupid. The way he was driving at that moment you would’ve thought he was drunk. He’s driving over sidewalks, speeding on city roads cutting off other people while berating her. She just stays silent. And I stay silent. My boyfriend stays silent. I’m scared to speak up anymore. Because I know nothing will change. But something needs to be said. But if I feel like if said anything I would’ve caused more trouble.
What am I supposed to do in situations like these? Do I really say nothing? It’s like every part of my body is fighting to speak up but the only person who gets punished is me and the victim. But never the abuser. What do I do when witnessing this?

The trio stood in awe, their eyes wide with amazement as they took in the bustling magical world around them. People flew through the air on broomsticks, and animated conversations about dragons filled the air. Shops sold wands, potions, and magical creatures. The vibrant, bustling atmosphere was unlike anything they had ever seen.
Lily Everwood: "This... this can't be real. How is any of this possible?"
Toby Fletcher: "I don't like this, guys. This is too much. What if we're dreaming?"
Fin Sparks: "Calm down, both of you. Look around! We need to figure out where we are and what this place is."
As they continued to explore, Fin noticed a moving newspaper underfoot. He picked it up, and the images on the front page moved, showing scenes of magical events. Lily and Toby freaked out, but Fin kept his cool, trying to calm them.
Fin Sparks: "Look, everything here is different, but we have to stay calm. Let's see if we can find someone who can explain all this."
They noticed a group of people listening to a guide, so they sneaked closer to join them. The guide was explaining the basics of the magical world, including the currency, customs, and places.
Tour Guide: "Welcome to Diagon Alley, the heart of the magical world! Here you'll find shops for wands, potion ingredients, and everything a witch or wizard needs. And of course, the currency here is Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts."
As the guide spoke, Fin's attention drifted to a boy in the distance who looked oddly familiar. Before he could get a closer look, the boy vanished from sight. Fin rejoined his friends just as the guide started talking about Hogwarts.
Tour Guide: "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is one of the finest magical schools in the world. It has four houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. And yes, we must not forget about the dark times brought by Voldemort, who still poses a threat to our world."
Suddenly, they spotted someone familiar—Sanjay, a boy from their neighborhood. Sanjay saw them, and his eyes widened in shock. He grabbed Fin's hand and hurried them into a secluded alley, with Lily and Toby close behind.
Sanjay: "What the heck are you doing here, Fin? This place is dangerous if you don't know your way around!"
Fin Sparks: "Sanjay, we saw this stranger who gave us a bag, and then... we ended up here. We don't even know how it happened!"
Sanjay sighed, realizing the seriousness of the situation. He looked around nervously before addressing them.
Sanjay: "Okay, listen carefully. This is the magical world. It's hidden from Muggles—non-magical people like us. How did you end up here without knowing about it?"
Lily, curious as ever, opened the small pouch they had received from the stranger. The pouch suddenly disappeared in a puff of smoke, causing all four of them to jump back in surprise.
Lily Everwood: "What just happened? Where did it go?"
Sanjay: "Calm down. That was a portkey, a magical object used for transportation. The fact that you ended up here means... you're probably wizards or witches."
Fin's eyes sparkled with excitement as he realized what Sanjay was saying. Lily and Toby exchanged glances, still processing everything.
Sanjay: "Only a magical person can enter this world without knowing it or without proper guidance. That means you three have magic in you."
Lily Everwood: "This is incredible... but also confusing. What are we supposed to do now?"
Fin Sparks: "If we're here, it means we belong. We have to explore this world and learn more about it."
Sanjay then mentioned Voldemort and Harry Potter, sparking Fin's curiosity.
Fin Sparks: "How do we get rid of Voldemort? Is there a way?"
Sanjay: "The only person who can truly defeat Voldemort is Harry Potter. He's the one who has faced him and survived multiple times."
All Three (Fin, Lily, Toby): "Who?"
Sanjay explained the history of Voldemort and Harry Potter, detailing their legendary battles and the hope Harry represented for the magical world. He also mentioned that students who are late bloomers can be accepted into Hogwarts in their fifth year, which was around their age.
Sanjay: "You guys are fifteen, right? That means you could start at Hogwarts in your fifth year. If you're interested, I can teach you some basic magic to get you ready."
Lily's face lit up with excitement, but she was still torn between the two worlds.
Lily Everwood: "This sounds amazing, but... is it the right thing to do? Should we leave our world behind?"
Fin Sparks: "If we're not wizards, we wouldn't be here. This is our chance to find out who we really are."
After a serious discussion lasting 15-30 minutes, where they weighed their options and expressed their fears and hopes, all three finally agreed.
Lily Everwood: "Alright. Let's do this. Let's learn magic."
Toby Fletcher: "Yeah, let's give it a shot. This might be the adventure of a lifetime."
Fin Sparks: "We're in this together. Let's find out what being wizards really means."
As they made their decision, the trio felt a mix of excitement and apprehension, ready to embark on a new journey into the unknown.
Sanjay's Explanation: "Alright, let me break it down for you. The magical world has been hidden from Muggles—non-magical people like us—for centuries. We have our own schools, governments, and societies. Hogwarts is one of the best schools for young witches and wizards. Each house there has its own unique qualities: Gryffindor for the brave, Hufflepuff for the loyal, Ravenclaw for the wise, and Slytherin for the ambitious.
"Voldemort is a dark wizard who terrorized our world. Harry Potter is the boy who lived, the one who survived an attack by Voldemort as a baby. He's been fighting against him ever since. Our world is full of magic and danger, and it's not something to be taken lightly. But if you truly are wizards, you have a place here, and you can learn to harness your magic."
Fin listened intently, feeling a sense of purpose he had never felt before. This was his chance to understand the strange occurrences in his life and to belong to a world he never knew existed.
Lily Everwood: "I always knew there was something special about you, Fin. Maybe this is where we're meant to be."
Toby Fletcher: "Yeah, and if we're going to do this, we'll do it together. Like we always have."
With their minds made up, the trio braced themselves for the adventures that lay ahead. They knew it wouldn't be easy, but with Sanjay's guidance and their newfound determination, they felt ready to face whatever challenges the magical world had in store.
End of Episode 2

I remember when I was a little girl I would look in the mirror and just be so disappointed, in my mind, I was ugly, stupid, and poor, and it broke me completely. I would get bullied heavily in elementary school not only because I was poor but because I was chubby, while I ate lunch kids would stand by my desk and make pig sounds at me, oinking and calling me butterball. They told me I had meth head teeth. The only thing I liked about myself was my freckles but that brief feeling of liking myself soon disappeared when one boy told me it looked like I had shit splattered on my face.
I was eleven when I began to diet, whiten my teeth, and wear makeup. My teeth naturally straightened out on their own and I shed the weight with the help of heavy restriction, not without developing an obsession over how I looked. When I was twelve, boys began to notice me, I broke my nose and in doing so had to get it straightened out so I could breathe properly, no longer did I have my father's Roman nose which I so despised. I wanted desperately to be like the girls who ignored me and to be liked by the boys who bullied me for a little baby fat.
Because of this obsession, I didn't believe people when they told me I was pretty. Compliments always felt ingenuine and I naturally assumed boys were asking me out as a joke so I turned every single one down out of fear of humiliation. Deep inside me something seethed, I wasn't satisfied with the weight I had lost and begged and cried until my mom shared her Ozempic with me. I was thirteen.
Still, I could describe in detail the way I picked apart every flaw, the way I had autopsies on past conversations, searching for a new insecurity. One day I went into my dad's toolbox and stole his roll of duck tape and wrapped it around my waist. I was amazed by how beautiful I looked, my waist was the smallest of all the girls at my school and this felt like a victory. I tailored my favourite sundress on my mom's sewing machine to fit my brand-new waist and wore it to the first day back from summer break.
Everyone turned their heads to look at me, I thought that only happened in the movies until I strolled into English class with a waist the size of a tangerine. I shoved lies through my teeth about a gym and diet plan I had done over the summer to make myself look so small, my friends listened with eager ears and wide eyes trained on my midriff. The attention was more addictive than any substance I've put into my body. My friend had told me how the boys were talking about me and how they planned to ask me out, that's when I made up my mind.
It felt like a poison I happily drank, knowing all of the risks. Every Sunday after church I walked to the Dollar General by my house and bought five rolls of duct tape, two dollars each for one week of classes, ten dollars in total. The same woman was always there and she always smiled at me, asking what I did with all of the tape, my face would split into a sickly sweet smile as I told her a new falsehood every time.
My mother would comment on how she didn't want me to go anywhere by myself because I was too pretty to do so, this was like pouring gasoline onto my forest fire. In the morning when everyone was sleeping, I wrapped one roll of duct tape around my waist so no one could hear the sound; I took it off before my showers at night, water running as pain pushed tears from my eyes and bit the inside of my cheek until I could taste iron flood my gums. I was left with cuts and tears in my skin, flesh tender with torture, still, I mummified my body every morning with duct tape. Sometimes I would do my thighs if I wore leggings or skinny jeans so people would comment on my impressive thigh gap.
After a year of doing this, my midriff looked like a piece of raw steak beaten with a meat tenderizer until it was almost torn apart entirely. I wouldn't even let people touch me in fear that they could feel through my attempt at perfection. I started skipping church. Every weekend I shut myself inside so I could breathe at full capacity while I shut my blinds and stared at my ceiling, my mind went numb with the impending doom that I would suffocate myself with that dreadful silver tape when the bell rang. My whole life I had heard that beauty is pain and that's all I thought this was, I thought that models did similar things and it was just something I had to accept to be beautiful.
Essentially, I had turned into a zombie; my breathing was shallow, and I became pale, clammy, shaking, and nauseous. I couldn't stomach meals. Every night I would wake up around midnight and cough up my guts but I hadn't eaten any food so there was nothing left in me to vomit but bile and eventually blood. I stopped talking to people, I thought it better for them just to look at my pretty long lashes and my tiny little waist than to listen to me tell them I was fine through shaky breaths. My dad was so scared for me, he kept bringing food into my bedroom and would come to collect the uneaten dish when he dropped off the next. He couldn't look at me without crying. It was just his drowsy gaze piercing into my vacant skull while we both swallowed back what we wanted to say, the words dying in our throats, never to be heard.
Everything hurt all of the time, it didn't matter anymore whether I had the duct tape on or not. I almost preferred the feeling of it on so the stinging of the cuts and the soreness of my ribs was shielded by something. One day in PE the teacher asked me to sit out so I did. I tried my best to keep my vision straight and my head up while I watched the other kids play California kickball. It was okay until there was a suffocating feeling, like something was consuming everything in my body like tiny creatures with razor-sharp teeth were cutting their way up my organs. My body began to convulse as I coughed until I fell to my hands and knees, coughing up this invisible force in my throat. The game stopped abruptly and every pair of beady eyes turned to watch me writhe in pain on the dusty gym floor while I clawed at my chest and throat, eager to tear the skin off completely.
Mr. Duke jogged over to me, crouching down to my level and putting a hand on my back. With furrowed eyebrows, he asked what was happening and with nothing more than Ozempic running through my system, I screamed at him to get away from me. That final wave came like a million little hands of wind pushing at the back of my throat until I heaved up the very last of what was left in me. Hands flew over mouths while some gagged at the sickness once inside of me. On that floor was a pile of what looked to be red coffee grounds in a little puddle of cherry wine. I was as terrified as anyone else in the gym, I screamed between heavy sobs while scuttling away from the mess I had made.
I knew that this was the end of me, that I would be taken to a hospital and everyone would know what I had done. I didn't even need to go to the hospital for everyone to know what I had done. Once I had collected myself and began talking frantically in a hushed circle of my friends while we waited for the ambulance, one boy on the hockey team caught a glimpse of shimmering silver beneath my gym strip and snuck up behind me, pulling my shirt up and revealing the secret I carried like a cross I had to bear.
My back laden with strips of duct tape like it was armour was on display to my entire class, my shame shown to what I had perceived to be the entire world. The girls didn't find this so funny but the boys came up with the name of Tape-Face. I remember rushing to the locker room with my friends following close behind, I grabbed scissors from my pencil case and began to cut it off myself, ripping it away madly along with little segments of flesh. My friends watched in horror, they just stood like it was a game of wax museum and I was the security guard there to punish whichever moved first.
In the hospital, I couldn't face my parents, not even the doctor, I kept my eyes locked on my lap. I couldn't see their stares but I could certainly feel them digging into me like a frog on a dissection table. My mom was utterly speechless and my dad spoke only through voice cracks and subtle sobs while he brought me soggy sandwiches from the cafe on the first floor.
I took another week off school because I could predict the painfully true rumours and when I finally set foot back into the school, it was worse than I anticipated. I felt hideous, like a pig that had been chugging back lard in my t-shirt, sweatpants, and perfectly average body. My friends were hesitant to eat around me and tiptoed around the incident like it had never happened which almost felt worse than bringing it up. Others were not so kind. A group of kids, guys and girls all mixed together, the kind that stole cigarettes from their parents had waited until I came back to sneak away from class and cover my locker in duct tape. Over top of the tape they scribbled on a dictionary of names they would call me in the hallway "Tape-Face" "Fraud" "Botched" "Duct tape Barbie". One of the girls sat behind me in math and had cut little squares of duct tape to stick them into my hair, I called my mom in the principal's office and cried while the secretary had to cut it out of my hair.
My dad made the decision to pull me out of school, so I started homeschooling but that didn't stop the harassment. We lived close to the school and during lunch and after school kids would throw duct tape wallets and wads of tape onto the porch. My dad's final straw was when someone dropped off a Barbie whose waist and thighs had been wrapped in duct tape in our mailbox. He had contacted not only the school but the parents of the kids several times with no avail to the torment ending anytime soon. He moved us to a new town where I could go to class without anyone knowing the pain I subjected myself to for two years.
I'm in college now and I've never told anyone this. I've cut contact with everyone from that school. One of the bullies tried to reach out and apologize, blaming her behaviour on mental illness but that felt like she had shattered a plate and said sorry, thinking that it would put the plate back together. I told her I didn't forgive her and blocked her. A boy from the hockey team also messaged me, the one who flipped my shirt up. He said he just had a daughter he couldn't imagine her going through what I went through and that he's sorry for what he did. All I had to say was that I hope she doesn't have to go through what he put me through either.
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just purchased some Ranitomeya variablilis southern from a local expo. In the car ride I noticed that one wasn’t really moving when I was about half way home. I took him home and gave him a nudge and he jumped into his tank. The other 2 frogs are jumping all over climbing glass and he has just been sitting in the same spot. Is he sick? Or just shocked? I really hope he’s okay. Thanks someone please help

Currently on Chapter 4, just wanted to share a few interesting notes up to here that I noticed. Apologies if these have been noticed over and over again!
-I've been spending much more time in camp this time around, and it's interesting how things go downhill as the game progresses that I didn't notice before. Apart from Horseshoe, every hideout gets taken from a worse gang and the scenery gets more and more gloomy and depressing with each move. Horseshoe is this beautiful vista out in the open, Clemens sort of has a view, Shady Belle has a pretty creepy aura and the last camp is a depressing cave hidden away completely out of sight.
-It's interesting how small the gang's success rate actually is. The gang starts out all tough and wise, and as I'm playing I'm noticing that almost everyone's, including "master con man" Hosea's plans are always half baked. Sure, the Valentine bank heist goes semi smoothly, but it still ended up in a shootout.
-Everyone keeps saying "oh we gotta learn from our mistakes" but even after that one Gray conned the gang with the $5000 horses and everyone immediately believed him without thinking, Dutch makes exactly the same mistake with the trolley robbery. Interesting how Dutch talks about how bad greed is, but all of the gang's problems and screw-ups literally stem from greed. Very hypocritical.
-Also on that note, the gang has this interesting sense of invincibility and lack of taking responsibility. They constantly make the same mistakes of arriving somewhere, making way too much noise by screwing up every robbery and con, and leave via massacre when the town has enough of their shit. What's even more hilarious is that with every move, everyone says to lay low, but they end up doing exactly the same mistakes, with even more death that could have been avoided. Their time in Rhodes leaves Sean dead, and in Saint Denis Kieran, Hosea and Lenny all die. Hell, Sean's barely been dead and Dutch hardly says a word about it and jumps right into the Braithwaite thing.
-Also, not only do the gang fuck up in the same way every time, the consequence and ripple effect of their decisions increase tenfold as well. They could barely play Valentine successfully, Rhodes caught on to their scheme relatively fast, and Saint Denis was having none of their shit from the get go.
-Also, what's interesting is how money is handled in the game. Early on, every single dollar counts and a $50 bounty sounds like a payday from heaven, and as the game goes on, I feel like I have less and less need to save and spend. With the earnings from the Valentine heist, I'm set for the rest of the game. I have good guns, an outfit I like, and all the saddle upgrades. Camp has the good upgrades, and I'm handing out cash in side missions like it's no one's business. Yet as I feel money has less and less value and use as the game goes on, Dutch's obsession with it grows worse and worse.
I'd love to hear everyone else's little observations about the game. I still feel like there's so much nuance I'm missing!

Period. I know this is not what most of us here want to hear but this is one thing I've noticed and wanted to share my thoughts on this. Whenever someone from the opposite gender is dealing with something, women (and even fellow men) will always run for their aid. Whenever a woman is struggling with heavy luggage or dealing with a toddler on one hand in a crowded bus or gets into an argument with men, you see how fellow women get up and help her, take her side and support her. But when it comes to a man, fellow men won't move a finger. But rather make fun of him for being weak and tell him to "man up". We are quick to run to the aid of a women just to show off and get her attention and brownie points and whatnot but if it's a man that fell down or is disabled and struggling with luggage then we're like "that man and his struggles. Poor guy..." And that's it. This needed to be said. Women have campaigns that educate them about certain diseases and bodily functions but I am yet to see a single campaign run by men educating men on man issues. Instead we're making memes of men that show emotions (cry) on interviews. Women will never throw a fellow woman under the bus but a man would easily do so. Nobody is going to stand up for us apart from us ourselves, let that sink in.

returning home after spending time with my friends, and the longing to have you there with me crept into my thoughts once again. it’s a recurring ache at this point. reading letters from others here struggling with love for decades makes me question if i’ll ever break free from this, if i’ll ever manage to cut that string. it’s only been five years, and i’m young, but the idea of carrying this weight into my later years is fucking terrifying
the idea of waking up at 50, still consumed by this longing, just a chilling thought i literally get nightmares about it. it just feels like an unbearable burden, one i desperately wish i could shed entirely. it’s a paradox of feeling weak despite having accepted that my parent was killed unfairly years ago and continuing to grieve their absence, i somehow managed to accept this but can’t accept that someone js gone? it’s not like i have never lost someone before, hell, i lost almost everyone at this point. why does this anger towards god if he exists continue? why does each dawn bring a chorus of "it's not fair" echoing in my mind? why can’t i just accept the goddamn situation and move on?
i wish i could wipe you completely from my memories, everything even the moment i leave my house i’m reminded of you. everything i do reminds me of you and it’s just too painful to live with i can’t get better i’d rather be dead

Today I was on the bus to go to work, listening to "All I Need" and I noticed a really hot girl standing behind me. I wanted to talk to her and get her number but I was too scared to make a move, but then I had an idea. I opened Spotify, put brightness on max and discreetly held my phone up so that she could see I was playing the 🐐's music and she might date me. She didn't say anything so I gave up. On the bus ride home there was another really hot girl sitting across from me so I decided to try again with an extra twist this time. I put my brightness up and my phone flat in my hand so she could see me listening to "Lotus Flower". She looked at the phone then looked up at me so I whispered " I will shake myself into your pocket/ Invisible/Do what you want", emulating some of the sick dance moves that Thom does in the song's video, and winked at her. I don't think it worked because she immediately stood up and ant off at the next stop.
Anyone else tried this?

This is my in-depth notes while watching the full length dfv meme video compilation by roaring pika this morning.
https://x.com/roaringpika/status/1791834694704591155?s=46
It’s an hour long and way easier to understand all together like this.
These notes come from watching every ppshow this week and taking my favorite bits of tinfoil from the community into one fairly simple look into the story dfv is telling us without getting too deep on possible tinfoil, it’s just laid out plain and simple here.
Tldr; this is a very long post. I think it starts with dfv’s final yolo update (fine I’ll do it myself) and how he’s been feeling for the first 30 minutes of the memes and then in the last half it switches to, fine I’ll do it again and then full of straight confirmation foil that we’ve been right about the bear trap, bbby, Teddy, and baby all along. Then he says we’re all good, be zen and says goodbye for now.
Here goes:
Fine I’ll do it myself, Cat heartbeat, Wolverine mad. (I think this marks his Final yolo update and of course doubled as the hype to start this week off with a bang.)
I think the first half of the movies are all about the first squeeze and how he was both dfv and kitty, how they were talking trash about him, how we found out about the baskets “you move I move” the battle scenes were all about price action up and down, everything was green and red, and the running memes are about the stock running up and sad memes are when the stock goes down.
About 30 minutes in someone asks, “where you been”, he says “waiting”, what about getting caught? “All part of the plan.”
Then there’s usual suspects movie with the goofy meme “I’ll fuckin do it again”.
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Then Jake texting Keith, is this about our Jake with bbby and the story pp had about the gay bar at the first pulte event? So funny with the guy with 600 memes and basically joking that he became a full blown psycho.
Tell me where the freaks at pump up music. Psyched on us after the meet up?
Guy looks out the window, then the Teddy in a chair (might have just been a response to Cramer being a smartass). Then Hank (Jim Carrey) starts to lose it as the stock price keeps going down, his alter ego comes out.
Truman show, he’s trying to escape, they say “he’ll turn back he’s too afraid”. They hit him with everything they’ve got but he knows it’s all fake. He says, “is that the best you can do??”
Fury is a game where every boss fight feels like the final boss. They taunt you, they demand you get back in your prison cell, they pound you into a pulp and they even make you doubt the righteousness of your own quest towards freedom. But the soundtrack man, it keeps egging you on. To whoop some ass! PP theme music.
The Bullet one talking about time, cause and effect, “don’t try to understand it, just feel it”. “Instinct, got it.”
Morpheus teaching neo it’s all fake. Just before that scene he says, “you think that’s air you’re breathing?” … “Again!”
Alice says “But I don’t want to go among mad people.” The cat replies, “Most everyone’s mad here. You may have noticed I’m not all there myself.” Neo waking up again in the 4th movie.
Alice going down a rabbit hole into wonderland.. psychedelic music and dancing.
Next scene guy running and falls over, music says “I lost myself.”
Shawshank, they find the tunnel he made. In 2021 Kitty escaped prison. All they found of him was some Reddit posts, tweets, and an old live stream. Investing is the study of pressure and time. That’s all it takes really, pressure and time. That and a keen goddamn activist.
A man will do anything to keep his mind busy in prison. Turns out kittys favorite activity was handing out memes, a handful at a time (the dirt for the tunnel). Kitty did as he was told, buffed that financial education to a high mirror shine. (I think he’s been getting ready for something big and these memes are just a countdown.)
Bruce Willis. No, THIS is the Kansas City shuffle. (An advanced form of confidence trick where the mark is aware of being involved in a swindle and believes that he or she can outsmart the swindler; however, this is all part of the trick, and by attempting to retaliate, the mark unwittingly assists the con artist.) Hedge funds are the mark and dfv/rc are playing a con, the bear trap?
Pay attention to what I say, I choose my words carefully and I never repeat myself. The cat looks at the camera.
Michael from the office - It’s Britney bitch. And I am back. Cut to Britney Spears - I must confess I still believe. When I’m not with you I lose my mind. Give me a sign (like how we’re always asking for a sign?? (with the alien g from signs all red like a gme logo giving birth). Hit me BABY one more time!
Goosebumps all the papers fly out of the briefcase right when we get like 200 new dockets clawing back money from 90 days before bbby bk. Bear beware… you’re in for a scare…
Then it’s Abbi from Broad city dancing all over the place and she’s obsessed with bed bath and beyond in the show. There’s also the scene where the other girl is dancing behind a colored blanket with the same logo as HBC and then the next scene she’s tied up. Then they’re dancing again.. and naked then then only in shorts. Naked shorts?
We’ll never survive unless we’re a little crazy. The modern investor unleashes the animal within to take on the big city - that’s gotta be us apes?
What kind of person are you? The kind that sees signs, sees miracles? Or do you believe that people just get lucky? Is it possible that there are no coincidences? The kid holds up a baby monitor. They find a crop circle and it’s two GameStop logos turned in different directions (maybe rc turned GameStop around) and then another one with a long line and a baby gme logo (is gme about to have a baby?!)
Why make something disposable like an investment thesis when you can make something that lasts forever, like a GameStop meme? (It says “Reality” at the bottom of this clip, lol)
Jack Nicholson in the shining (music playing it’s just a matter of time before I lose my mind it’s also a place in ready player one where they have to take the leap not taken, the leap of faith, a kiss). “Make a lot of memes today?” Lol
Can’t stop what’s coming. Kicks some ass.
I got both hands off the wheel, the cops are coming. I listen to the music with no fear, you can hear it too if you’re sincere. Cuz I’m a punk rocker yes I am. (song: punkrocker by the teddybears)
Rock ain’t about doing things prefect! Who can tell me what it’s really about? Sticking it to the man! If you wanna rock, you gotta break the rules.
Two cars racing, one plays chicken with a truck and then cut to bojack horseman talking on stage right before they almost crash (stalking horse? Looks just like he horse from 1, 2 switch that GameStop tweeted the minute the stalking horse deadline was up.)
Now you may only see a pile of boring forms and numbers, but I see a story (us going through the dd and maybe holly etlin talking about there’s a story here but it’s not mine to tell)
Listen to this song, it’ll change your life.
(Song is don’t fear the reaper - so don’t be afraid of death, funny because of the cowbell, maybe cowbell is involved in the tinfoil but at the end of the song lyrics not shown in the clip they say: don't be afraid, Come on, baby (and she had no fear) And she ran to him (then they started to fly) They looked backward and said goodbye)
Big Lebowski dude is investigating and finds the drawing of Jackie tree horn and it’s just a guy with a raging erection with the name cohen at the top of the paper. (I think this means rc is ready to fuck)
Jason borne is telling the run Lola run chick he can’t run with her, he has to be careful because people are after him. He says I gotta figure it out. She says well then figure it out. They drive into a parking garage through the wrong way (where it should say exit it says exit strategy and he enters through the exit, parks and walks away, as in “what’s an exit strategy”)
Then it looks like maybe him and rc just waiting and dealing with some bs.
Then there’s the Backstage roaring cat perhaps. The girl says ima stick beside him.
Not sure about everyone shooting each other but someone said maybe because he wrote it and manifested it?
Then the dress one “this is art, get it?” Was apparently two minutes after hey Ross and some others were talking about that dress on a space call.
I’m a United States gamestop memer. Aren’t those the guys that go crazy and come back with an arsenal of memes and blast everybody? Sometimes. Price action keeps coming and coming… and then it’s GameStop earnings week! (6/5 aftermarket)
Always sunny scene maybe like a peek into how crazy he’s been feeling not being able to talk to anyone for three years?
He can’t speak or he’ll get in trouble.
Alladin scene (alladin name of trading algo. He also says next time I’ll use a nom de plume - pen name) all I gotta do is jump! (The theme of taking a leap of faith again)
Dreyfus billionaire family (no idea but she’s dancing having a great time)
You can’t handle the truth (code red has to do with a worm/virus, maybe they’re about to unleash something that destroys several companies that are short? And it’s pretty funny)
Beavis and butthead sex for dummies (to me it says rc and dfv are ready to fuck but also cex means centralized exchanges which are also for dummies)
Oceans 11, (theme is a heist. We’re all looking at each other like what’s about to happen and then the last guy is just looking at boobs, seems to describe a group like us lol)
Bernard from westworld can’t see the bear thesis (because in the movie he’s programmed not to but irl it’s because there isn’t a thesis!)
“That’s not a thesis,” pulls out huge knife, “that’s a thesis.”
The gme galaxy on the cat collar says deepfuckingvalue so I think he’s saying it’s still deep value and we often made memes about the black hole of gme absorbing the rest of the market into it so maybe that’s it.
Whats in the box? What’s in the box??? (What’s the plan??? RC not telegraphing his plans)
Guy looks at all the memes - she asks “is it not good?” “It is miraculous.” (That’s us loving every second of this. Thank you dfv.)
And so.. you just RAN. Forest gump runnin’ (gme gonna just keep runnin’)
you go backwards but then you go forwards again… you go backwards… then he walks out of the woods.. (are we out of the woods now? Done going backwards?)
Zen philosophy kid breaks leg, oh that’s bad, oh now it’s good etc - (I think he’s saying to be zen, we’re gonna win, but this message goes deeper. We don’t know what things are good or bad. Breaking your leg isn’t good or bad, those are just judgements in our mind. We don’t know what the future holds. It could be a good thing or a bad thing, we can only accept things the way they are without judgement.)
We’ll see.
Then the boy is saying bye to ET, the music says I’ve really enjoyed my stay, but I must be movin on. (DFV going silent again until this all plays out.)
He’s saying “we fuckin won fellas! Be zen, and we’ll see this all play out soon enough.”
I think the heavy use of good movies and music and video games may also be hinting at gamestops nft marketplace May reopen to sell those 3 things as NFTs by partnering with blockbuster and some musicians.
LFG see you regards on the moon

For some background, I (23f) and my bf (28m)have been together for a couple years and towards the beginning of our relationship we adopted a dog together and her name is Kairi. During this time he was able to financially support himself and her, he lived in a apartment and I live at home with my parents and I am in school atm. I would visit frequently so she became pretty attached to both of us, so much so that she became extremely co-dependent and very protective of both of us. She was 5 months old when we adopted her in 2022 and we tried socializing her with friends and would take her to dog parks and she would try to play with other dogs without an issue. When she would be around people she would bark at them a lot but never tried to bite or lunge at them.
Fast forward to recently. my bf was unable to keep up with rent so he got an eviction notice this week and so he asked his mom if he can move in with her for a month while he figures things out and she agreed. Her apartment is very tiny and they also only allow tiny dogs and our dog isn't huge but she is a larger dog than they allow. I didn't have any time to slowly introduce her to my house so it was such a huge and sudden change for her especially since I live with 4 other adults and I do share a room with my sister (IK embarrassing but no choice) and she is used to only being with me and my bf in a apartment. I've talked to my family about how we should approach this situation. I want to slowly introduce her to everyone but especially my sister since she is going to be in the room with me. I am keeping her crate on my side of the room so she's close to me and their isn't anywhere else she can be without freaking out. I guess I am asking for advice on how to approach this situation so she gets familiar with my family, I know a month is not a whole lot of time to get her 100% used to everything but I want her to at least be okay with my sister being around our room and have her not bark at her. I am also looking into any trainers in my area since this behavior isn't okay and I feel like she is stressed & anxious when people are around us. She even gets jealous when me and my bf are close to each other and goes between us or if she's in her crate she wines and barks at us.

Ok I have a friend let’s call her Tracy. I’ve known Tracy since Feb 2023 we met on an influencer group on a brand trip. Around Aug 2023 I moved to her city. We started hanging out a lot and I noticed She still had her moments where she’s very tit for tat about money. I never had a problem with it because I was good for it, but in Jan I was relieved from my main source of income. I started to struggle and was even homeless for a while. I asked if I could stay with her and offered to pay. Stayed with her for only a month and I noticed how self absorbed she is. When I would talk to Tracy, she would always make it about her, cut me off or try to see how she can get out of something for nothing. When I would show her something cool that I did or created she would ask me to do it for free knowing that something that I would want to charge for it.
There was a point where I was really struggling so I asked to borrow some money. I did what I needed to do for her for the first half but it took me about two months to pay her the rest of the money back because I was still working to survive. Fast forward a couple months… Her birthday is at the beginning of the month and she spent about over $5000 on her birthday activities. She didn’t come out of pocket because a few homeboys and boys she’s messing with sent her the money. The only thing that she wanted from her friends was a specific cake. I was searching for the cake and I was gonna see if me and all of her friends could split it. She told me that she ended up finding and buying the cake then told her other friends to send her a $50-$100 donation towards the event. Then she said for me to just send her $100 to go towards the cake. I didn't do it cuz I didn’t budget that into my expenses.
I ended up leaving her birthday event early because I had an allergic reaction to something and broke out in hives. I almost passed out and left because I didn’t wanna make a big deal on her birthday. When I got back, she was making jokes about how She wanted to “know what I had an allergic reaction to in case she ever wanted to kill me.” . Then the next day she kept trying to force me to do what I suspected gave me a bad reaction because it was her birthday. She kept “jokingly” calling me selfish for not doing so.
Recently Ive been better about my money. I would tell Tracy about it thinking she’d be happy for me. Her first reaction was “good now give me $100.” When I tell her to ask people who have it she would say “They paid for my birthday already I want YOUR money”. I said that I’ll take her out on a nice date as a joke, but I don’t even want to do that because she previously admitted that she orders a bunch of stuff… Stuff she doesn’t even really want if somebody else is paying.
Right now, I am more comfortable financially to be able to to pay her the hundred dollars, but I really don’t want to, so would I be the asshole if I don’t pay her?

I applied to court because my ex partner refused to let me see teenager unless it was in public. He did this because me and my family said bad things about him after we heard my teenager say something racist that his dad had said to him. The judge granted me every Saturday with our child because my ex made up lies about me that weren't true But 5 months after the first court hearing, my ex partner has noticed our child is a lot happier and we both don't want to go back to court. Our child does want it all to stop also. Our child is 16 now and don't see the point in the 2nd court in a few months time What can we both write in the letter to the judge to say we are happy as things are and don't want to change anything. He has already told child services that everything is going great.

We found a house while driving around, called our agent to show us the home. I have bought many homes, and had been looking for four or five months so we were ready to make an offer which was excepted. It has a VA assumable mortgage which we could get up to what the former owners owed. We are putting about 35% down and the rest is from the assumable mortgage. We sold our condo which we owned. We were not told what getting a VA loan entailed, but our real estate agent with over 35 years of experience, said to do it. Over 200 emails with the mortgage company, over 150 documents to be filled out, letters, and scans of information etc. before we were approved even though we have the funds, no debts, have never been in trouble and both have over a 800 credit score. Now we are waiting on the abstract and the title opinion.
Shouldn’t they have been done with the abstract and title opinion and why is it taking this long? We are now at 103 days. It’s beyond depressing, and now closing and moving will probably occur when my husband has two surgeries planned, and two other big events are happening. We still do not have a closing date. Is there anything we can do? Is this normal in Iowa Real Estate?

Is anyone else dreading eventually having this conversation with someone you are getting to know?
To insert a bit of context, I'm finding myself actually quite fine with myself, in a very weird and spontaneous way. I don't get "triggered" by Ns, not anymore. I mean this. At a job, I've started noticing mobbing and A LOT OF gossip, HR seemed aloof in general. What do I do, seek validation? Convince someone that so and so is happening? No, change jobs, quietly. It's a miracle, honestly. In the past, I used to scan for it everywhere; In a movie, "is that character narcissistic?" When I see a couple with a kid, "are those people dysfunctional? What will happen to the kid?". For whatever tf reason, that just stopped. I'm happy to say that I'm speaking with people with no thought of their danger as such, only, I began kind of intuitively trusting that a person is good, I make concious effort to approach people like that, too. It's paradoxical, but it seems I am much more in tune when people are not genuine or are deceptive if I myself am being genuine, it's like honeypot and self-eliminating, not the other way around where I intellectualize "signs" and check if anything is off using my willpower. Take this as you will.
Now, I do have this keen sense of being out of place, not a part of the community. Like I speak to someone, they seem fine, and then I find out they have a relatively stable family, or they didn't move a lot, or whatever. Whereas I try to skip that. Some people find it fascinating that I moved a lot and want to hear more, I tell them, we talk good and have a laugh. This was especially the case with girls, the ones I met love a unique, unorthodox story, for whatever reason, their faces lighten up when I tell 5% of it. But eventually it comes down to "so, how about your family?" And I don't know what to say. "We went our own ways."
I don't want to badmouth anyone on principle, so no "oh they were narcissistic", but the conversation must happen, that's how we get to know people and their history. I honestly believe this is like 80% of the reason why I'm isolating myself, just this not-relating to a common familial experience.