Only third party insurance unfortunately.
The person who did it claimed to not have their drivers licence on them so only gave a name and phone number. Obviously once the exchange was over he never actually answered any text messages and the police won’t help because it’s apparently a “civil matter”.
what do you do when someone hits your car and won’t pay for the damage? No address so we can’t send a letter of demand to him. I see the AHs car all the time in my street and I just think it’s so unfair you can hit someone’s car with absolutely no consequences.

As the title suggests, the sensational fake posts that get hundreds-thousands of upvotes and comments where the fake post has relatable scenarios with stereotypical villains and victims - they likely get flooded in their DMs by users saying "I totally relate to your post, 5 years ago XYZ similarly happened to me!" Which opens the door to private communication and gets the victim talking to them and they think they're a real person. Eventually they ask/demand money from the most vulnerable easy targets and sadly the people who DM them are easy targets because believe these silly stories without skepticism so the victims start sending money or giftcards to these scammers. Just a theory, what are your thoughts?

Help!!
So I got a car from the Midwest city tfcu repo lot in October, and i have a horrible memory and cannot remember how the title process works. When you register a financed car, the state or the lien holder or whatever, holds the title until your loan is satisfied, correct? So is there anything else I should have in my car besides the registration and insurance? TIA

I uploaded an unauthentic Emporio Armani hoodie and specifically wrote in the title AND description, in big capital letters “UNAUTHENTIC NOT REAL ARMANI” and they’ve deleted the post (ok that’s fine) but they’ve now put a temporary ban on my account for a month? And I had an order on there to post out and now I can’t because they won’t let me view the buyers postage label or mark as sent. Vinted is a joke nowadays. Funny thing is I had this same hoodie in 2 different sizes and managed to sell the other one PERFECTLY FINE, writing EXACTLY the same thing in the title and description. I even showed a photo of the authenticity QR code on the label inside so people can see for themselves that it isn’t real. 🙄😒

It was recommended I post here as well. As the title states, I've been contemplating a career change for at least 5 yrs however couldn't make the leap. On paper, anyone would take my job in a heartbeat. I'm with a desirable employer, union job, pension, great health insurance & generous PTO. Since I've been with the company for more than a decade, I'm making good $$. If I change, I will likely take at drastic pay cut even if it's transitioning to a similar role elsewhere. I also know ageism & sexism is alive and well. The work is client-facing, I'm on the phone all day long. Some clients are pleasant & appreciative, others are mean & demanding and will take their anger out on you for issues that are out of your control. The work in monotonous, unfulfilling (I thought it would be), and gives me anxiety. During the week, I find myself just feeling sad & anxious, waiting for the weekend to arrive. I tried applying for positions where my skills can transfer but no callbacks as I don't have direct experience. I am trying to find joy & fulfillment in my personal life but it's been hard. Thank you for reading.

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Welp, my weight loss journey with wegovy will have to be paused!
I got a letter from my insurance stating I don’t meet criteria for coverage, solely because I don’t have an updated weight within the last 30 days showing a maintained 5% loss since starting🙄. I don’t see my doc until sept so I was planning on appealing with my scale app which I’ve been weighing in weekly now.
Unfortunately, I had to sack that plan as I have just had a positive pregnancy test a week later 🫣😭my doctor is gonna be so disappointed in me!🙄😣
Oh well 😮‍💨I really didn’t think I was capable of conceiving again but here we are! Wish me luck!
For reference: 40(f) 5’6” Sw 304lbs, Cw 217lbs, GW 190-210lbs
Had been on wegovy since mid March’23 On 1.7mg since July’23 ✌🏻

Not shared, nor my shade; but something to be weaved; just as the measure of disappointment became it's own solution. But I talked my way through things forbidden, just to find myself blind in bed with those who are dead. Clumsy, but altogether natural of course, because it's consciousness what you refer in the description, yet that's what we don't get a lot about. See your deeds the way you are seen, and then return to a restless place: and the question in-between sheets will be why. Well, I just can't motivate myself to work without hot bitches staring. And that's the truth. Sad but True
— Hearfelt comment for an instagram witch.
Del desprecio a ese descarte, no he visto muchas cosas. Así se pasa una más para las cuentas, y aquí otro más para los versos, por qué aquí no hemos sido vistos. Cuánto más querría uno, que sino lo cuentas ni mucho menos piensas: << lo de este pibe que cosa más horrible>>, haciendo eso lamentable, por qué en decirlo nadie ha mentido. ¡Es horrible! Que cara es entonces la cuenta de lo que le sale a uno vivir sin más complejos; mejor seria cobrarmelo, para así saber que de algo ha valido. Bloqueame.
— Heartfelt comment for a random supermodel-to-be.
The Spirit of Fire
Flames begone, flames in spite: their warmth I felt - so I closed my fist until I could feel the warmth of my blood in my hand. And in dreams Fire came up to me and said: who am I? And I said unto him: you are bound to my bidding, thus your name misery will be. But fire wretched as he was, got closer and asked: and who are you?
And I said unto him that the blood of David ran through my veins, as I was his heir; for the mother of God claim me from death as a son. So Fire tried me, and figured it out.
You are son of woman —said Fire unto me— but as Fire acknowledged the name, I extended my left hand, and took Fire by the neck throwing him into the gound. — You are going to lace yourself to the right hand of the beast, and you'll keep him steady, so I can cleanly take him down. And Fire stayed down, and with his forehead kissing the ground asked unto me —why would the heir of David do so to earthly man?
And I said unto Fire that the beast from the abyss had left no mother for God, so I was to leave none of his body left for his head; as I was going to make it bleed until the end of the end of times.
The Spirit of Earth
Shapeless and without body, but keen within her many numbers, Earth came up to me in dreams, and said: who am I? And posessed in spirit as I was, I said unto her, that God had made her maiden again, and that she shall become the coins that Judas never received, which were to become the due payment of man and women for the body of Christ. Then I extended my right hand, and grabbed Earth by her hair —which descended deep into the abysses of hell— and cut it short so the demons of Lilith would no longer had her gripped by her back.
You are now a woman, and I'm going to rise you from the grounds. You'll lace yourself to the left hand of the beast, and keep it steady so with one shot I can cleanly take him down.
The Spirit of Air
A dream shaped by written words, whispered down for years by the currents of this Montain, and it's requiem witnessed but by a few — the end of dreams. But from where I standed at the peak, I called upon the distant currents that went down, and asked them: who am I?
And Air came unto me as bird, which had thousands of letters for feathers, and in the tongue of dead men answered.
"Somebody who only a few will remember by strange deeds; as the burden on your back, is a past tainted by impossible dreams. You were a lunatic giving new names to folk, and folk never bothered to remember —so your name must be freak, as you died in a forgotten shack some short time ago."
And as Air said these things upon me, I called Misery —as I had dubbed Fire — and told him to get inside my shot. The burden as Air had said, became lesser as i took the shot from my quiver. And I said upon Misery; that he was to set ablaze this arrow, as I was taking down the bird of Britain, and that I would do so, so God would give the deeds of Earth some better names.
The Lord is making a bridge between the empire of strength, and the last empire of men. Now by God's grace, I'm making the tongue of free men, the tongue of Spain. You will be eventually bound to my bidding, and if not me, it will be to the one I'm preceding; for I'm giving you twenty years to attone your wrongdoing. Alas, now because of your wretchedness, my shot on earthly men won't be clean, for his left leg won't stay steady.
Your old name was apathy, now I'm calling you Cisma, which in the tongue of dead men means schism. So now by the will of God lay unto the ground and say the words you've been teached. And as the arrow blazed forward, it's bending motion pierced the veil hiding the secret ladder of men. The bird of Britain catched on Fire, and it's hollering resounded throught the ladders of the mountain until the depths of the abyss. A column of air turned into fire, then violenty erupted from the vowels of the bird, and the wild fire spread as a storm from west to east all throughout the five kingdoms of men away from its own fiery wings, with a gift of misery and a few words to say.
"The name of your woman or the name of your man, will no longer explain their purpose to a man, a woman, or God. Charred words written by thunder will now be the new ladder of men — but until then, darkness upon thee."
But the feathers of old words, layed on the ground, for common folk now knew by the light of the storm their meanings — and horrified, they waged war on each other, killing each other, and seeking revenge on each other. Thus the bird of Britain dragged further into the ground, screaming and flapping
The House of Water
I head into the coasts, and the beautiful beaches in-between, to find the stranger who burns images in the skin of men. He is the stranger, and has adopted the body of a monster, and he is one who cannot be understood, so he went on to only go out home in stunts, for the burdens in his heart have become too great to bear. Through terrible pains he has given all he once was for an identity, and as I pick up on his past, i found familiarity in the feelings of his heart. Oh dear friend how we found looking in sadness to ourselves, after doing same but with different means, carrying into our shoulders the loneliness of this world. As you have in-skin the garments of the strange doctrine that I preach — I shall congrate you, for you truly have fought the world entire, for my doctrine is the words of those who shall defeat the world entire.
I may not have your strangeness in-body, but I have it in these words, and in the true feelings of my heart. And I say in admiration that there's no higher form of art, philosophy or religion: than those who perform the highest thing they can give a name about.
Now even within solitude, and at odds with what old dead men call God, I see you and I found strength in you, as I can see you are within me, and in that, you are within everything as it should be - as is meant in everyone who does something that touches the heart of another man. I call this the kingdom of God. Yet blind men and women will wonder how can the kingdom of God possibly be within two outcasts such as you and me.
Upong giving my regards and waiting for response, I found my way into a bench. It was a warm afternoon, and the wind carried the water of the sea. The bird of Britain came about down from the wind of north, and layed on the bench were I was sitting.
The bird asked: why hast thou become this?
And I said back to bird, scorched he was and nearing death, that it was me someone who was supposed to give names, yet for years I couldn't figure out one for myself. Then on went to being given a name, Alas all the wrong ones. Did Adan gave himself a name? - I asked the bird back. And there was no response from bird. Then I continued.
A man has the essence of his soul retained by what he is seen doing. Yet I did things nobody saw, so my soul wasn't with God but with something just as ancient, and nonetheless unknown by men in its true nature — then Satan as the better known devil, came about and pushed me into a hole. It was my own doing. Yet the things I did, I thought were seen. But nonetheless what I did was without contemplation on a posible return. Just as somebody who prints an image on their own skin. It's permanent. This is the essence of a memory in the soul of the man who's seen by others. But in the familiarity of a man who picked every irreversible decision like the Alien, I find myself feeling sympathy, for the man is still not what he has been seen doing, he shall redeem himself by what he decides to turn himself into.
Is this a way of saying that you want to get yourself a tattoo? Get a new look? - the bird mockingly asked.
And I gave the scorched bird no answer.
Then the bird said unto me: what about your career as a prophet, uh? And the things you said about returning with substance? Do you actually think this is substance?
And i considered what the Bird said, then I negated with a movement of my own head. It is not i answered, but i find the memories of me not making sense unbearable. For those mean the memories of a fool, un pendejo, an insane person, or both. And I will always try to amend what I don't do well. But now I wish for only one thing, and it is to be remembered as someone who makes sense, and who out of that sense, made good upon the world. I don't expect anything in return for what I do now, as it is merely an outlet to keep me sane while I finish editing my work. It's clear I'm too incompetent to be a competent influencer. As for once, I don't care about influencing anyone into what I think; but to perform what I think it's important.
Then every proverbial student is free to take classes so as they see fit, and to interpret such classes as their comprehension gives them grasp of what it's said. In such regard, this is what I offer now, while I make the journey to Madrid. And the bird tilted it's head so as to observe me with his left eye, then after a long impasse, it made a loud and painful caw, and finally flew away. Soon after the bird flew, I looked upon the stars in the nascent night, and confessed to them, that it was the memories of who we were, what often stumps us into wrong beliefs of who we should be, maybe even wasting an entire lifetime retained by that which other people remembered us as being. But we are not the owners of our own names, the place we go, and our destiny. That's the biggest lie the western world of hollywood heros tell you, as in truth is collective agreement what determines what we look like doing and thus the meaning we should comfort to, recalling that names are practical mechanisms to remember the purpose of things, their meaning, and how their motion is described in the world.
But making the task of beating that collective belief, akin to the Nietzschean ideal of the camel turning into the lion, so as to transform it's spirit and become something else. But if it's the golden dragon of all the huamn values which judges you insane, will you be prepared to wrestle with the entire culture so as to have your way?
As I layed my eyes upon each star counting up to the number seventeen, I confessed of being scared of those beliefs, as revisiting the past, became a painful deed — and as I prepared to leave, I uttered one wish on the seventeenth point in the sky.
Lord please grant me strength, the way you have given my friend strenght.
2.
The night deepen, while the sea tide sang its own song of breathing. Some time passed, and then on the stranger showed himself approaching at the distance. I waved my hand at him, and after the instant, he found his way into my bench while I welcomed him with an extended fist which he casually bumped - after the short acknowledgement the dark alien looked at my face in between it's cover of dark, and looking at it undiscernable in its true features, with suspicion asked.
— What is it that you want?
I acknowledged him as a friend, then mentioned my brief research, as I had come to know him as man looking for a job, yet nobody would hire for things mundane due to his appearance. I listened closely to the news, and came to understand that this was a man looking for a second chance.Then I saw the intent behind his doing, and two words came to stick to my own thoughts. The first one was <> and the second one was <>. I was admired.
In analytical psychology I figured this man was the ESFP —the personality archetype related to the performer and the entertainer—, possessed in an abnormal way by the spirit by which a person submits to it's contrary nature, seeking to integrate and find fulfillment through the chase of what's perceived absent. If he was the ESFP then doing the flip by following the radial axis of each Jungian function in the stack towards their opposite resulted in the INTJ. The mastermind. The architect. The genius yet awfully complex individual. That was the elusive spirit he was chasing.
But a spirit and a character that at its most pronounced embodiment in a person, would experience life as an eternal foreigner hiding from the light of other men. Such made sense to me, for I myself was the INTJ, and had at spirit the ESFP. Him. So where as this man chased the spiritual fulfillment of being a complex and deep individual, I chased the fulfillment of becoming simpler, so I could demonstrate with action the deepest desires of my heart. One who was born plentiful in means to be liked, becomes complex, mysterious and uncomprehended, meeting one who will be seen trying to make sense becoming simpler. For Carl Jung portrayed the anima and animus of individuals, as the sense of what its absent, yet deeply cherished an valued. So I said these things to the alien, while he silently listened to me.
— All of that sounds like bullshit to me. -Said the alien after some contemplation .— Sorry but the things you say, don't mean anything to me.
And alas for I expected such response, as if one thing was true about this journey, was that explaining the journey in and of itself would become it's grimmest task. I affirmated what he just said with a slight nod of head.
— These things I say and how they relate to each other, in its excercise are similar to doing stecheometric balance with equations in the head, but simpler I'm afraid. - Then I paused, looked back into the sea, and continued. — That's high school chemistry, but I don't expect everybody to pick up on it, nor like it, nor understand it.
— Now i have called you a friend, and where I came from we dub with this title the people we share destiny with. As far as I'm concerned, we are chasing the same thing, which is the hardest posible thing. We both innately understand that we are not home, as we want our spirit to return to us, and that's not what a lot of people ever honestly try to attempt in a lifetime; as such is anyone's call to feel complete.
— And very few people ever reach true individuality, beyond the name they are imposed at birth.
Then I looked into the black alien, and in-between his foreign facial features, I interpreted something familiar. Disturbance. And I continued.
— We have given ourselves hell as we lived chasing something hard, so we can avoid the same hell later on when we are finally back to our own house. This is a christian precept, altought a rundimentary one. Does that makes sense to you?
And after listening such, the black alien calmly looked at the veil in my face in silence. Trying to discern what my face actually looked like, but the night was dark. Then turned his stare back to the reflection of the moon over the waters, giving some thought to what I just said. I opened up my backpack, and drawed two cans of beer from it. Offered one to him, and he silently refused with a gesture of hand. I popped my can and gave it a sip, while I myself stared at the tides coming in and out of the shore.
— If you wan't a tattoo, we can work that out. But this sounds annoyingly familiar, and my interest is not religious. Are you religious?
I nodded in affirmation, and complemented saying. — But my doctrine is something nobody has heard nor seen. For its aim, is doing as Christ said, in perfect means. Yet its true that the teaching fits you, as it's the teaching of the future man; and there's nothing in common between the current man and the future man, as they may very well be different species. This is the precept of evolution.
The alien seemed surprised.
— These two men don't know each other, for the current man doesn't know where the future man comes from, for he himself doesn't know where he is going. Yet in deep realization of your own artistic concept, I think you might want new ideas to meet with your appearance. So tell me, are you curious about what truly happens to a man after he dies? Do you want to learn how to read someone's mind? Do you want to blast with words of fire the hearts of an amazed crowd?
But the black alien broke his calm contemplation of what I was saying, and slighty disturbed, aggressively rebuked after hearing such.
— But you mentioned 'Christ', so you must be christian. How can a christian even say anything interesting in this current time? Last time I asked, their sayings were dreaded by restriction - so why would anyone condemn themselves to a life of bore? Are you a christian?
And I nodded after the question, in silence. Admittedly, for I knew what the problem was with being what I was, and my new companion was bang on identifying it. Made a pause, then raised my sight to where it met with the sky and the stars in it, and I said back to him.
— I am, but not one of a type you have ever seen, for the Christ that comes, is a Christ of art.
2.
The riptide sang, in its secret dialect of earth and sea. I looked upon the coast, turned an eye blind, and saw the ocean as the scorpio, and the land as the taurus; as it was the struggle between two lovers, never meant to consume each other. Ideal love then - yet not to confuse with this partnership as it was whimsilcally tied by the means in which i arranged my current conversation; for my lady somewhere waited for me. Then i allowed my eyes to rest still.
The alien looked upon me, undiscernable in my intentions, and again figured for himself that my interest towards him wasn’t clear. In suspicion, and after the moment he collected his thoughts asked “In your weird words you dubbed me performer, so what is it exactly that you wan’t from me. To me it seems like you are gathering people for some form of religious clown show. When you forced this meeting upon me, was this a proposal you thought i would find amusement in?”. And after the statement my own stare wandered in my conversation partner. While as he had his say, i returned to my can of beer, and finished it with a long gulp. Tempered in an unwillingness to fall to my new found friend irritation, i said within my own thoughts: “The alien looks easy going, but he is barbed in wit”.
Then i opened the can of beer that the stranger rejected; the loud pop resounded in the relative silence, interrupting for a moment the steady chorus of the sea. Gave it a long sip, and said.
– Theres no proposal in place yet. But im certain of something, and that is that both of us are messed individuals which reached the bottom doing the same thing - but the way my understandment of the human soul goes: two people can act by mere interaction as reactives to each other, creating a new chemical compound after the fact.
– This new psychology is very much like chemistry. But it is not my intention to draw you into something, but to pull myself out of this «something» by doing right on another person and maybe that person reflecting the good back on me. I just need a conversation partner, thats all. And i will do this with you, and with many people more. Presidents included.
The alien reflected on it, and after the hiatus of a long standing position of suspicion he finally gave in, and eased up with a slight smile. A strange smile of relief. But the smile, was all too familiar for me, as i realized the man was a tortured individual: a person in long standing pain. I smiled back the way he did, and continued.
– Our pain has a common name, and is a name that can be written with words unfortunately. It’s the devilish mother of all spiritual ills and its foundation, rests at the concept of a past that wasnt solved. It’s called «inadequeacy», and for people like you and me, understanding one day that such inadecuacy had to be solved by our own means, lead us into an act where our name changed as the changes in our cover up act to solve our inadequacy did.
– We never honored the past or the present in our pursuit, as we desired in passion to find solution to the present, by matching it into the idealization of some future without ever realizing that the old or present essence of ones being would be crushed into non existance by said future.
– Then we found the realization of that new name, only to understand that its demands became a tyranny on the other faces of our soul: as our soul is not something that can be undestood in unity, but something that conceives in the beginning in multiple things which try to give shape to one thing. Theres many people in a village, and our minds, are no exception.
— But happiness is only achieved by those who have their soul entire - or those who are the same person regardless of the context and scenario. And we gave to much to somebody that wasn't us, as our spirit took possession and lead us down.
– This is this the essence by which someone goes to hell, only to do one thing over again, getting an ever lasting pain for all the things that were given up chasing that which was absent. The more someone is forced into being shaped by the thing that was concevied in lust, the more the individual misses the place they used to call home, for that is no longer within ones reach. Does this makes sense to you?
The alien left me with no answer, and as he contemplated the sea, a tear travelled through his strange face.
– In this state of anguish, affliction rarely ever feels company, as the very individual condition that was pursued, became a full suit and persona to be forced upon and wear. Hell, is one lonely place man because we only learn to speak a language, that only makes sense to ourselves. But i think we can find a way out of it. This is why I'm here.
“Look, what you’ve done, it’s not something i can see the way you can see my own doing on me.” The alien replied. “Besides the way in which i canno’t see your face in this night, you seem ordinary — but what you talk and the way you say it, evokes in every word regret. What is it that you’ve done that has you regret like this?”
As the alien finished speaking, I emptied the can of beer, layed my eyes on the irregular grooves that my feet had left on the sand, and then replied back to him, after making a recap of the story i had repeatedly told myself after falling down.
“My story, is the fairy tale of a guy who makes way for the new coming of a new man; a better man for the world, while he casts disarray upon the earth: much to his dismay, at the expense of his own soul as the people who become victims of disasters, were ones who this man deemed unfair; cruel, evil, despicable in past. That was at the beginning."
"Theres a pile of corpses behind that character — even in covid time, people as close as the local priest of the small town he lived in, would break their neck after falling in the shower, as he had the slightest suspicion of their secret deeds. All clean deads for that matter. Untraceable to nothing but sheer randomness. Magic as it seeems. But were this folk truly evil people or even guilty of anything? You may ask - the man never knew it for sure, as he never had faculties such as godly omniscience to actually know it; which has taken a toll on him, as the burden of justice is an unberable one for anything but a god."
"Which leads to another point: spontaneously picturing random numbers in the head, associating them with psychological compounds by angular momentum, and actually being bang on the suspicion. Truth friend, in its stochastic presentation: it's unberable.”
“Consequential of such attempts to rationalize his own story in the eyes of people such as close family, my dude became clinically diagnosed with referenced thinking. Which are fancy words for schizophrenia. Nobody believed the story as it was uttered."
"Yet the consequences are there for everyone to see, altought not visible in their cause and effect by anybody but this guy, which lead him first into regret over ever starting his quest as a reformer; and then repent.”
“Now before he realized of this lets call it «curse», he preached for years over the internet as the disasters started to slowly creep up. He preached in a fashion parallel to Niestzches Zarathustra; Zarathustra meaning a famous philosophical device artificied by the philosopher Niestzche, who’s aim was to portray the best posible man, as something he dubbed the <<Übermensch>> ”.
“Such concept being the seemingly more elegant brand of a humanist ideal for a not so distant future: today - albeit a wrong one, for this guy was not dyonisian himself. The backbone of his framework, is analytical psycholgy becoming a chariot for a true understandment of human nature: and ultimately a facilitator for love within light: not within ignorance; not within darkness. Most philosophers today though would mock anything analytical in it's aim."
"Then on the guy preached and dwelved further into the relative hole of his own doctrine: and became imprisoned by what he didn’t got right at first attempt, making him in the process the character that Nietzsche from the comfort of his own writers seat, never attempted to actually embody within realistic means: eventually figuring out within himself the ultimate Nietzschean aristocrat: a magic pen granted by being capetian by mother: from judah by father."
"But Alas, you have no idea how common suicide is within philosophers after they finish their best work. As language, becomes the ultimate barrier for understandment, and then to ones capacity to feel love. Difference — true saliency in ones individual destiny— leads to the gravest posible pain. Ironic isn’t it?”
“Besides technical work with a new form of psychology inspired by analytical chemistry, as that drawed from his efforts during the light of day, five years ago, once he felt the urge to try to reach out to the world from a position of what he deemed was greater understandment: he primitively preached during night his new set of ideas for people to behave beyond the limitations of manipulative psychology, albeit a harsh doctrine meant to clear the way for a better product: Christ himself."
"This is not a doctrine a human being can actually perform, as such its christianity at its highest capacity to bear fruit. It’s an impossible doctrine, yet solves the oldest problem posed in the bible. All which sounds very sci-fi bullshit-y but actual problems started for the protagonist in this tale, when the preaching matched with terrible consequences. Not figurative, but within tangible reality.”
“So just as we talk, theres a small legion of hackers pretending to be doing internet social experiments while talking in an artsy matter: much in my own style, entertaining the exact same concepts - a legion of dangerous monkeys, i have no control over."
"One of the many unexpected consequences being this, yet prompted by something evil; ancient: essentially replicating what my protagonist developed and then preached over the years, while these "hacktivists" lay their attention on things and people, as they select them and enforce upon them strict surveillance, to behave properly. Then to destroy them, as they did in 2020 with many corporations and institutions.A bizarre combination of theater actors to my own liking, and then cyber-security demigods: omniscient in their claims to surveill, and they are - derivative such of another device of what I've done; which is to build a theater so people can make-believe that they are infact performing within themselves something greater - but that's matter for another story."
“Most of the corpses piling up flat out dead, have no relation to him whatsoever; they became victims as my protagonist took measures to fight back the monster he found at the foundation of the known world. This is not an elaborate analogy for one's own unseen capacity for evil, as i mean this: a monster as literally as it can be. For these things friend, im doomed as in true strenght, i have nothing but the pen i use to write down what i think albeit always at danger of it’s eventual inversion. I have no real friends left. Not one who can understand, or help bear the pain: as friendship and love are all gated by understandment."
"The full story has many more vertients, but i think i’ve done it enough justice. This is the predicament of an insane man chased by his own shadow as he builds a better man: one who delivers heavenly things, and then a shadow stringed to deliver tyranny as the very strings behind him make the better man stumble while he tries to keep a grasp of his own spirit, and then of his own soul."
"That monster behind, is wicked smart — and cannot be outwitted nor overpowered but anything but divine smite."
“I’m heading now to a new country, to try to get friends from the only institution in the world who knows and adresses the current times being, and who by extension, might believe me. And to clarify, these being the end of times; but not the end of the world. Yet now i myself have a damocles sword pending over my own head, and i need to do something about it before it falls.”
And as i said these things, i reached out to my backpack drawing a third can of beer from it — besides my own super laptop, thats what my backpack had: an infinite supply of beer. Corona, Indio, Victoria, Dos Equis, Heineken; you name it. I popped the can, and gave it a long and definite sip as i emptied it complete.
The alien didn't try to show that he understood, but stood still in silence, with his sight in the sand below and pressing lips, knowing by my demeanor; that these things as I've said them was something that I needed to do. Then he said: "I don't follow man. You say you preach and then disasters occur. Like a prophet from the bible?"
"Yes. Then I preached to get rid of the things that are actually making the world worse, and something awoke soon after, and since then; everything I do is subject to being misinterpreted due to the diffamatory action of this thing. Now everytime I do something, it can be twisted and turned against my original intent. Right now the hackers are my worst problem: I may have a degree in computers but I have no fucking idea whatsoever of hacking. I earn my living as an A.I engineer.".
The alien raised his sight to meet with mine, and after doing some contemplation on the fact, quite simply said: "You are insane". Then lowered his own sight, and raised it again to meet with the sea and continued. "If you want a tattoo, we can work that out. But either way and whatever parts of your story are true and even worse; the ones you may be lying about: you sound dangerous in a delusional kind of sense, and my life is hard enough as is."
I pressed my fists, knowing then the old same thing had happened again. For I had never forced anything upon anybody, and I was willing to respect that until the bitter end. Then I released the build up of frustration with a loud sigh, and after this amend, I replied back.
"I understand and respect it. But let me just propose you that if you ever want to figure what is beyond life as it's lived by person who has never seen what is like to be someone you write a great story about; you can pin me, and I'll show you what's beyond that door. Give it some thought."
The alien; The Black Alien Project stayed there sitting, spechless but calm, almost expecting something else to be convinced about. But pointless, for i knew that nobody can be forced into anything without bringing a transgression into play – and i wasn’t one to taint myself in sin if it could be avoided. Not anymore.
3.
I made the distance at steady pace walking along the shore, until i found a small group of pines in-between the liminal space of the beach and the land. I sat with one of the pines trunk behind my back, and drawed the Schizo Pills from my eternal supply of traveller goodies.
Quetiapine 100 mg, and Olanzapine 10 mg, i made a smaller fragment from the olanzapine pill, and swallowed both complete. As their side effects were concerned, they would soon knock me out of conscience, as this little ritual was my own way of calling the day complete – then i layed there, vigilant, waiting for my own drowsiness to claim me into sleep - but the Bird of Britan came flying from above, and stood besides me.
\Chirp, Chirp, Chirp**
I watched the bird, annoyed, as its presence had become an omen for contempt. For me and the death people of my past. I frowned upon the little shit, and said nothing. The bird made a little nod, while tilting its head in excentricity the way birds do, and replied. — Hey Andrew!, do you remember when you tried to penetrate your own computer to make a universe grow inside of it? I just wan’t to know something: did your computer moan? Did it finally learnt how to scream your name?
\Chirp Chirp**
Ignoring the bird, i closed my eyes and stayed like that for a long moment, hoping to make the bird think i was asleep. Maybe that would make him leave.
— Can’t bullshit me like that Sweetheart. So please tell me something; why don’t you command one of your supermodels; these muses, to come here and warm the bed for you. It's a cold night and you seem lonely brah
. \Chirp Chirp**
I opened my eyes, and irritated, pointed menacingly at the bird turning my left hand into an imaginary gun. I had already failed at something today, and wasn’t convinced i needed the memory of the things i failed at before. Not now.

• Hol’ up cowboy ! you wan’t to bang my bird ass when you should be banging a bitch ass. What happened with Tyrone huckleberry? Did you managed to make him as impotent as you are right now? —I held steady my hand; and tired, the tempation to pull again the trigger on the bird was growing larger. I saw red roses in my own sight, making a terrible omen for a migraine forthcoming. Said nothing.

— The glowniggers are out there brah. You may not be a hacker – and its true, but i took notice of your last words: so now the glowies are going to instead dreambooth* people into every posible kind of scenario of extorsion, while they surveil like a motherfucker. Like you dream boothed yourself for your little ahem "art project". Then we will use Suno*, then Sora* when it open sources. Are you going to protect your hoes?
Said nothing.

• Alright cowboy, i will give meaning to that revelations verse. What was it? Ah yes. Revelations 9:6. Every single person with an internet history will be as paranoid as you were in 2020. Everyone will be diffamated into acts of political terrorism! Aren’t you am-

And as i pulled the imaginary trigger from the imaginary pistol, an imaginary arrow in the sky descended with a blaze of not so imaginary flames on the Bird of Britain, engulfing the little shit in heat, and making it’s body explode into a gore of scorched viscera. As if the bird was in a microwave oven. I inmediately gasped as the explosion was too close from where i was sitting - after the conmotion, stared at the red and burned stain in the floor, and left my sight rest there, as sleep finally found its way into my restless thoughts.
"No longer care for love unless it's between good friends”. Said to myself. There was certainly a migraine coming, but maybe my dreams would help convince it otherwise. And as far as the hoes were concerned, Furious Angels would be there for them. Like the Rob Dougan song.
4.
Found my own mind after the slumber – asleep, then awake. I realized several hours passed - at least enough to wake up and witness the sun rise above the sea. But as for dreams, the light veil of their memories wasn't something to rely upon. But i did remember something, and it was some overtone in dread; an atmosphere of fear – and a kind of dread sustained in it’s inevitability by the urgency that builds upon dearth.
Now what exactly was it though? I couldn’t remember from my dreams, but ever since i falled to my own death i had always present in mind the future succesion of events that would follow when things started to go very wrong. Iran, the U.S, Israel - now whatever was it in the news; the outcome would be the same. A thousand more cuts to an already languishing economy. Make that corpse bleed, and then fall off a cliff.
As such things would be cooked, just as the bird of britain. The bird was still there though: just in pieces and roasted like the contents of a dropped KFC bucket would. But the little shit would return - as it always did. The economy? Not so much.
Yet i digress. None of the world circumstances mattered as far i was concerned – i had built a small and portable solar system to power my laptop, and my beer supply was well, infinite - i made myself sure that i had my needs covered whatever happened around me. Not tied to even a house for that matter. I incorporated myself and gave my back a stretch. The morning breeze coming from the sea evocated in my memories some time that had long passed – late childhood. I rejected those memories as they beared with them things i didnt wan’t to remember - then wen’t on as usual in my morning routine scrolling through my instagram feed, figuring if there were any new hoes to maybe motivate me into doing my God imposed labour.
Labour which was to either write, or to finish the House of Water — then after scrolling i did in fact saw a new hoe; i dropped a Faux Pas comment. Maybe she would play along, maybe not. Whatever. Sometimes I would put in a lot of effort to do a rhyme. But the effort depended on the insta-hoe in question. I know. Not the best of habits, but back in elementary school i was the kind of kid that would only get motivation when the girls in the classroom were present in physEd. And then i would run faster: whole lotta faster. Run Forrest! Run! Women love used to fuel me; and the habit sticked — and at the moment, i was kinda done with the idea of female trascendence. Would rely on their love, but not on their validation. Not like a simp. Fuck that.
Furthermore, what results did i demonstrably mustered after pursuing true egalitarianism and sharing it? Exactly. A bitch gonna do what a bitch gonna do, and so does the human female. After publishing the comment, I locked my phone and walked towards the highway, as i was planning to pay a visit to somebody long forgotten - I had kind of a schedule that i was going to follow, before taking the plane to Madrid and become hispanic Jon Snow from the walgreens Nightwatch.

I’m 22 ftm, and I live with my grandparents. They requested I live with them to help them out.
I’m honestly really devastated at the moment so I’m not sure what to do or say, I’m sorry if this post is messy. I intend on starting HRT on Monday, taking a low dose of Testosterone. I’ve known I was a man since I was 14 years old, and I experience dysphoria with my voice and looking feminine. I’ve socially transitioned, and my school and job accept me for who I am.
My family, though, all have varying levels of disagreeing with the LGBTQ. I came out when I was 19. My uncles are the types of guys to assume all gay men will force themselves on them, my dad told me I will never be a real man and that I’m a beautiful girl, and anyone who referred to me by my proper pronouns or name were essentially bullied into misgendering and deadnaming me. I only know this because a former ally told me he can no longer respect my identity because he “needs to be on (his) wife’s side.” I understood, but it hurt.
Flash forward to now. I dress androgynous and occasionally wear a dress because- let’s be real- dresses are super comfortable. Who WANTS to wear pants all the time? Not me, even if I’m masc aligned.
That being said, my gender dysphoria has been particularly bad- to the point where I did something drastic last year that took me a while to recover from. After healing from it, getting a job, and finishing out my semester in college, I went to a gender clinic that would work with my health insurance to see what options would be best for me.
After about two hours of discussing my personal journey, my family’s medical issues, and discussing the options they can provide, we decided biweekly low dosage testosterone injections were the way to go for how I’d like to present. They draw my blood, see that I’m medically fit, and schedule an appointment a month out for me to get my first testosterone injection in their office so I know how to do them at home.
Last night, my grandmother, 64F (who, by all accounts, is one of my most liberal family members) calls me down to talk after I come home from work. She pulls out a letter that she had opened addressed to me by my preferred name. Again, she knows I’m trans. I’ve explained it to her before, but she’s always been subtly doubtful. It’s small things like “you think you’re a boy” and “you call yourself Dylan” as opposed to just saying I’m a boy or that I go by Dylan. Honestly, the second one sounds like I run around and talk in the third person and everyone calls me by my legal name, which amuses me a little, but is still pretty disrespectful.
The letter is from the clinic, and it shows the date of my upcoming appointment. She said my grandfather (75M) gave it to her, and not to me. They opened my mail without my permission, which is illegal, but they do it all the time. My grandfather mentioned that it was the same place I could get hormones, and if I did that, he would kick me out. My grandmother seemingly agrees with this, and told me that, and that he’s very anti-lgbtq.
There’s a few problems with this story I couldn’t process at the time: - My grandfather was one of the first people I came out to, and he was very accepting of me. This was only three years ago, but I understand his memory and personality may change drastically in old age. He even bought me my first binder! - My grandmother was openly against me getting HRT, and always has been. - My family (her sons mostly) has claimed she’s very controlling and has “always wanted a little girl.” I was her only granddaughter and her daughters, so I feel like that may also affect her. - She has constantly put in my head that I am intellectually disabled. I can agree I’m behind the curve for people my age, but not so much I need to be monitored and watched over for the rest of my life like she seems to imply
That night, I sobbed in my car because of the betrayal. I thought she loved me, but I think I love my grandmother more than she loves me, sometimes. Or maybe just not in the same way.
Tonight, she and I will have dinner out. I don’t have the energy to fight, but I’ll record our conversation if it comes to that so I can organize points at a later date to discuss with her. I won’t be cancelling my HRT, and I have resources in case she does kick me out, but it never really hurts to have more. Thanks for reading, I’ll update later tonight.

The "welfare system" in the title refers to the logic of social operation in most parts of Europe, not just medical insurance and so on. Since I'm not a native English speaker, I can only give you an overview, and I hope you understand what I mean.
In most parts of Europe, society pays attention to the word "same". The most typical example is that the income of almost any profession is similar. For example, in Germany, the income of a programmer who graduated from the Technical University of Munich (a prestigious German school) is similar to that of the most ordinary employee in a factory. This phenomenon exists in most countries in Europe, including but not limited to Italy, the United Kingdom, Ireland, France, etc.
Let's see what happens in other countries? What I like most is the United States. Please let me use the United States as an example. In the United States, programmers in Silicon Valley can earn up to US$200,000, while Uber drivers in Silicon Valley may earn only US$100,000 per year. The difference between them is a full US$100,000. This is a very large income gap.
I know, people from Europe might say, isn’t our situation in Europe very good? We have more equality here.
Okay, the problem lies in the word "equality". If everyone's income is similar, then who is willing to study hard and then engage in high-tech industry? With the same income, why should I go to college? Why should I go into high-tech? Why should I be a scientist? Why not drop out of college and go straight to moving bricks on a construction site?
The income gap can effectively maintain people's motivation to learn, so American students are trying very hard to become programmers, doctors, and lawyers, instead of being like Europeans who treat learning as an insignificant thing, since their income is the same anyway.
Therefore, in the field of science and technology, Europe is falling behind more and more. I know Europe is still one of the most developed regions on earth, but how long can this remain the case? In the field of science and technology, Europe's weight is really not what it used to be. Of course I know that Europe's technology is also very advanced now, but if you consider that there are so many developed countries in Europe, their technological "level" seems a bit inadequate.
At this point, to be honest, Europe is not even as good as China. In China, factory workers earn only $1,000 a month. As for Chinese programmers, if you enter a large company such as TikTok, a monthly income of US$4,000 is the minimum. At this point, China is more like the United States. Therefore, no matter how bad China is in terms of democracy, China's scientific and technological level has indeed made great progress.
If you look around the world, you will find that countries with high levels of science and technology all have large income gaps. There are two examples in Asia, Japan and South Korea.

List your top 10 songs and your top album with "envy", "jealous", or "covet" in the title. Related larger words and compound words are fine, but no unrelated words that happen to have those letters as a part of the spelling. (Ireland has nothing to do with "ire", for example.)

1. Jealous Girls - Gossip (39 scrobbles)
2. House of Jealous Lovers - The Rapture (25)
3. Jealous Guy - Hurray for the Riff Raff (25)
4. Jealous Dogs - Pretenders (17)
5. Get jealous - ShitKid (14)
6. Jealous - Beyoncé (13)
7. Hey Jealousy - Gin Blossoms (7)
8. Jealous Heart - Loretta Lynn (6)
9. Little Girl Blue And The Battle Envy - Skating Polly (5)
10. Jealous Again - Black Flag (4)
11. jealousy, jealousy - Olivia Rodrigo (4)
12. jealousy - FKA twigs (feat. Rema) (4)
13. Covet - Jack off Jill (4)

Album: So Jealous by Tegan and Sara (36 scrobbles)

Long story short I got pulled over for expired license and registration which were a month and few days overdue, which I did not realize (yes I know it's NOT an excuse, I f'ed up, downvote me, etc.). It was a genuine oversight and I did tell the cop that and that I never received the renewal letter (which he noted), but that I know it's not an excuse and that I should've been diligent regardless, etc. When he gave me my tickets (which add up to $970 and 4 demerits ugh) he told me he wouldn't tow my car and advised me to find the nearest insurance place, and that my best option would be to plead guilty with explanation.
Anyways I was able to get my license and registration renewed that same day, made reminders on my phone, and I do plan on pleading guilty with explanation. My question is, should I represent myself or hire Radar Rodney to do it? Based on his reviews and what I've seen on this sub, he seems reliable, but I've also seen some people say that you can still get the same result or better if you just do it yourself- plus you wouldn't owe anyone more money.
For context this is my first offence of any kind and my DSR is +9. I know I was stupid and made a COLOSSAL ass mistake, but I'm stressing out a lot about this and would appreciate the advice. I feel like I'm really screwed.

i know the title sounds crazy but if your goal here is to move the price even in a positive direction that would still factually be correctly classified as market manipulation. not hating just wanted to say that your time is much better used in finding ways of spending your doge. transfer your spending money into it and find ways to spend it. this will have a much larger effect on the price than posting "to the moon"
you do you though. I am not hating on anyone. I've been in this game for a long time now and I've seen it all at this point and I believe we are well past the time for talk... its time to move on from memes and into the real world. seriously find ways of spending it. this puts doge into ppls hands and by them spending it it will reinforce doges role as a currency. we need demand, demand created by every day folks who would never come to this reddit in the first place as most dont even have reddit or know what it is.
you start getting those ppl involved and this will get you to the moon. nothing will happen with just memes. discuss amongst yourselves and find ways of using the money you would of spent anyways on everyday items to create demand for doge. businesses can save money on purchase fees with doge vs credit / debit card but they will never find that out if we dont as a community show them.
I make sure if I can spend it in doge then i do. I understand that is not possible for alot of things but things that it is possible for your voting against your own interest by spending USD and not DOGE.
a little trick I try now to ask any waiter before I tip them on the receipt if they have a crypto wallet. if they say yes I ask for their QR code and then send them a tip in doge. some of the places I regularly go to have wait staff that set up a wallet just for this and over the years I've tipped them enough that now they are in all the way. they thank me frequently for getting them to invest. it was years ago and to me it made no difference as the 5 bucks i was gonna tip was the same either way. but now that 5 bucks is worth a whole lot more. if it was USD instead then it would of lost value instead. these interactions although small build up and eventually your real life actions will lead to the world we all want.... true freedom from corporate and governmental overreach in the monetary system.
I have provided below a list of companies that will accept doge as payment.(just google cryptwerk doge payments if like me you dont click links) this is your path to success here. Dont get me wrong the energy is great and i love it but we need to redirect it into the real world. I know I'm sorry I'm long winded. feel free to down vote me for this reason.
tldr: hold your doge but transfer your spending USD into doge in a separate hot wallet and spend it wherever you would normally spend USD. list provided below may not be completely up to date as it is ever growing but a notable one is AMC. if your going to the movies with USD then you've no business saying "go to moon"
a link to cryptwerk article list of businesses that accept doge as payment

Ever get that sinking feeling when you see a suspicious email login notification? Ugh, the struggle is real! But fear not, because keeping your email safe doesn't have to be a tech headache.
Today, we're diving into some simple steps that can turn your inbox into a hacker-proof fortress!
Step 1: Strong Passwords are Your First Line of Defense
Think of your password as the gatekeeper to your email kingdom. Here's the key:

• Length is Key: Gone are the days of eight-character passwords. Aim for at least 12-16 characters with a mix of uppercase and lowercase letters, numbers, and symbols. The more complex, the better!
• Uniqueness is King: Don't reuse the same password for multiple accounts. Think of it like having the same key for your house and car – not a good security practice! Password managers can be a lifesaver here.

Step 2: Enable Two-Factor Authentication (2FA): Your Double-Door Security
Even strong passwords can be compromised. That's where 2FA comes in. It's like a second lock on your email door, requiring an extra step (like a code from your phone) to log in. Most email providers offer 2FA – enable it, thank us later!
Step 3: Beware the Phishing Phantoms
Phishing emails are like wolves in sheep's clothing, disguised as legit messages to trick you into clicking malicious links or revealing personal information. Here's how to spot them:

• Suspicious Senders: Does the email address look fishy? Check the sender's email carefully – typos or weird domain names are red flags.
• Urgency and Pressure: Emails demanding immediate action or threatening consequences are classic phishing tactics. Take a deep breath and don't click anything before verifying the source.
• Grammar Gremlins: Typos and bad grammar can be giveaways for a fake email. Read the email carefully for any suspicious language.

Step 4: Regular Software Updates are Your Secret Weapon
Software updates often include security patches to fix vulnerabilities. Keeping your operating system, web browser, and email app updated helps you stay ahead of potential threats.
Bonus Tip: Think Before You Click!
If something in an email seems suspicious, don't click on any links or attachments. Hover your mouse over the link (without clicking!) to see the actual destination URL. If it looks different from what the email claims, it's definitely a trap!
By following these simple steps, you can significantly increase your email security and keep those pesky hackers at bay. Let's keep our inboxes safe and our data secure!
What other email security tips do you have? Share them in the comments!

Platform(s): Windows PC - I believe I played it on XP - specifically accessible through Windows Media Center. At least, that's where I always played it.
Genre: Isometric Action Puzzle Game
Estimated year of release: I believe 2000-2010 Almost certainly wasn't after 2010
Graphics/art style: The whole art direction was very pastel, "cutesy", and cartoony. Every level was made up of a grid of tiles, typically pastel yellow or pink. The camera always centered on your character hopping up and down around the level, with the tiles changing color as your little character hopped on it. I think the score and title was written with big bubble letters. Everything was clearly drawn with pixels but it wasn't 8 or 16-bit. The SFX were also very light cartoony - getting hit by an enemy would make a high pitched "oh" noise
Notable characters: There were many different enemies, but the only character I remember is the main character. You would play a purple little blob with purple ball feet, big black cartoon eyes and a sort of head stalk that ended in a bright yellow star that would swing back and forth.
Notable gameplay mechanics: The game was kind of like Q*bert but flat. Your main character would hop/bounce around on a grid of square tiles that make a sort of level floor - not a pyramid like in Q*bert - and as they hopped on each one it would change color. The goal of each level was to change all the tiles of one color to the other, like from yellow to pink, and avoid whatever enemies there were moving around the stage at the same time. You could play the game with the arrow keys, just pick a direction and your character would hop that way on each tile until you hit an enemy, changed direction, or fell off the stage.
Other details: I always played it through the Windows Media Center application - I would click on that and be able to navigate to a game section to play it. I don't believe it was bundled with it, I can find no information about any WMC bundled games online.

I’m from Ontario and I signed to do business with this company, and it was to be a franchisee and run a window cleaning business. To do this business, I had to pay $1500 + tax to the franchisor to start. Prior to signing I asked whether I would need to use ladders, which I was told multiple times that I wouldn’t need to and I was led to believe that the scope of services were only window cleaning… Turns out, after signing, they told me that “ladders are unavoidable” and that they also do gutter and siding cleaning. I never would have signed or paid if I knew beforehand that I would need to use ladders or do other services. The contract also clearly states that “no personnels are permitted to use ladders” and among the lines of how the scope of services are only for window cleaning.
After constantly being told that I would have to use ladders, I decided to leave as I did not want to at all. Finally, on the leaving call, they tried to get me to stay saying that I can hire other people to use ladders and that i can clean gutters and sidings without ladders (lies). I knew even if I hired people to use ladders, the contract still states that no one is permitted and that gutters were not something I initially agreed on.
After leaving, I demanded the initial $1500 + tax and a fee of $60 + tax (to register the business) back as Company A breached my contract and deceived me..They also tried charging me $175 + tax for 7 Facebook customers that were interested in a free consultation… So I demanded for that fee to be cancelled to due to their breach.
After 2 weeks of my demand being sent, they demanded ME to pay them an extra $1500 + tax for “liquidated damages” in response to my initial demand (this was in the contract that they could), yet when I asked for an itemized bill, they refused. I also have another friend who left at the same time and they did not file them for “liquidated damages”. This just seems like a penality and retaliatory action against my initial demand. Keep in mind, the contract also states that any jobs i have sold will be taken back for them to deal with and I would get no compensation for it.. so really they could’ve made money from me leaving.
I now want to bring this matter to small claims and I was wondering if I would have good grounds to argue for this?
Note: - The contract was signed on Nov 30th and the old one said that if I resigned before May 1st, liquidated damages were not enforceable. However, after making me register officially for the business on Feb 11th, they made me sign a revised contract a few days and the only section that changed were regarding termination by choice and that liquidated damages can be applied at any given time. I left on April 17th… - In an email in response to my demands, they basically admitted to telling me to use ladders, but that letter is under No Prejudice Save As to Cost so I’m wondering if there is any way I can use it against them? - They claimed that because of a severability clause, even if they breached, I would still have to pay? But I’m not sure if this can apply to such a fundamental breach. - They also told me to quit my job to do this and I (stupidly) did. - This company went (WITHOUT PERMISSION) into university classes to present their business to vulnerable students like me and encourage them to sign up…
Thanks!

Hi there. I'd like to write letter to a couple of my old neighbours who helped me when I was in a bad situation, but I'm not great with words and I'm not sure what to say. I was hoping this sub may help 😅
To give a bit of background; I recently left a long-term relationship that turned emotionally/psychologically abusive in its last few years. My ex would ridicule and shout at me for any reason, sometimes for hours on end.
A couple of times the police came to our door after an anonymous person requested a wellness check on me, though I imagine after those couple times the police got tired of coming out if I was just going to cover for my ex. The following time he had been shouting for hours he answered the knock at the door atnd it was our upstairs neighbour barging in; 5'5 of furious Scottish woman demanding to see for herself that I was alright and berating him for being so loud and bullying his wife. She came back a few times more over those wretched years and, though my ex had me quickly assure her then shoo her away, I greatly apreciated her for doing it each time.
On the occasions I was able to get away from the shouting to go for a walk, our downstairs neighbour would come out and walk with me to ask if I was alright and invite me in for some tea. I regret not taking her up on her offer but her gentle support and knowing I had 2 people watching out for me helped me get the strength to tell my family what was happening and leave.
I've been back home for a few monthsn and things are alot better for me, though I keep thinking of my old neighbours. Two strong, older women who I came to learn were both DV survivors; one who put herself between me and an angry giant to make sure I was okay, another who gave me a friend and a safe space to go if needed, who both helped me until I was strong enough to save myself.
I didn't get to say goodbye or thank them as neither were home as I was leaving, and I'm a continent away now (and frankly don't ever want to be back in that building) so I can't drop by for tea anymore, but I was thinking of writing them each a letter since I know their adresses and at least their first names.
But when I try to write I don't know what to say. Part of me feels bad for them having to live next to so much chaos for three years and I wonder if maybe they'd be glad to not hear from me again 😅 Part of me is also deeply touched that I had guardian angels during that scary time, I'd like to at least express my gratitude and let them know I'm safe. I'm just struggling with trying to put that in words, I suppose.
Can anyone suggest how I could start off? What would you like to hear from someone you had helped in this situation?
I apreciate your time if you've read this far 🌷

Basically the title. I am about to sign with the Illinois national guard as an 11B for a 6 year contract and will receive SLRP for 50k as well as the montgomery GI bill kicker as my benefits.
I will be starting school immediately after OSUT in California and will not be able to commute to Illinois for trainings. I am curious how easy and quick it is to transfer states as an infantry guy (I presume is more in demand than most jobs). Will transferring as infantry also make it more likely that I will keep my benefits when I switch to California? Please help as I am signing Friday..

SOS reported a significant revenue decline of 64.4% year-over-year to $92.465 million, with a notable downturn in commodity trading and a surge in cryptocurrency mining.

Key Metrics

Revenue	$92.465M	-64.4%
Operating Expenses	$18.994M
	Operating Expenses Growth	-90.7%
	Earnings Per Share	$-0.0005
Cash and Cash Equivalents	$279.177M

Segment Performance

• Commodity trading (revenue - $68.456M, growth - -73.2%) - The decline in commodity trading revenue was attributed to the recession in the Chinese economy, which led to weakened demand in domestic markets.
• Cryptocurrency mining (revenue - $18.898M, growth - 5688.5%) - The surge in cryptocurrency mining revenue was attributed to the substantial increase in the price of BTC.
• Hosting service (revenue - $2.365M, growth - -2.6%) - No additional information provided.
• Other (revenue - $2.746M, growth - -33.2%) - The 'other' category encompasses the legacy business of SaaS, call centers, and insurance marketing services for uncompleted contracts.

Business Highlights

• Commenced generating revenue from cryptocurrency mining in February 2021.
• Successfully mined an aggregate of 675.65 units of BTC and 2,949.79 units of ETH from its mining pools as of December 31, 2023.

Guidance
Expectations: MISS
The reported revenue of $92.465 million is significantly below the analysts' average estimate of $116.57 million for the next year, indicating a major underperformance. The EPS of -0.0005 also contrasts sharply with previous periods, showing a deterioration in profitability.

An open letter to P. Sure it’s fun to play stepdad when the kids are in school all day, and then Oscar has them on the weekends. And let’s not forget that Oscar still supports them. Guess what? You’re going to have to fully support this kid with time, (no more dropping them off with Oscar) and money. Have you looked up how much formula costs? What about diapers? It’s a good thing you added Kyra to your insurance but that won’t excuse your medical bills either. You’re going from half-time to full-time with this NEWBORN who will be up all night and you and you won’t have a break. Let’s slap on that Kyra also has no to little income anymore, and babies are expensive. Or the fact that Kyra had great income and support with Oscar when their babies were born, and you get what maybe 6 weeks paternity leave? I wonder how Kyras crazy ass will deal with that when you’re back to work and she’s the only one caring for the baby. Good luck Precum it’s about to hit hell for you. You both made your bed and you can lay in it, but I give it 6 months MAX.

TL:DR - I like meeting people and I'm decently interesting I think at least, come say hey? :)
Pretty much title, I'd love to speak to people from all over, if it clicks and becomes long term that would be pretty ideal, I'm genuinely not fussed about where you're from, I think the idea of speaking to people from all corners of the world is just interesting to me. I did my hell week at work, so 6 days in a row, but very soon I'll be going germany + austria for a 10 day trip and I'm hypeddddd. I'd love to chat to folks for this week, during the trip and maybe for a long while after too!? :)
As for myself, I think I'm pretty lovely, but I'm fairly biased I'll admit. I work from home in a insurance sales jobs, its fine mostly but I'm semi looking for something else. I've travelled a lot in the last few years to a number of places, Singapore, Palawan and Manila in PH, Jamaica and Canada, then a number of European countries and planning more for 2024 + 2025 hopefully! I was in Bosnia for a few days in March, have a trip to Hamburg + Salzburg later this month and hoping to do Italy + Turkey trips later this year.
I tried my hand at languages (I sucked at Turkish, was decent at German then promptly forgot it, as when I was there I didn't need it), picked up painting and playing the piano and I'm as useless at painting as I ever was, but its fun. I work out, but its mostly to try and lose weight while still having a major sweet tooth and really enjoying a meal out, so losing weight progress is relatively slow going. Beyond that I'm the typical tv/videogames/sports fan honestly.
I'm pretty easy going though if its not working I always like a bit of closure, the disappearing act bothers me, a simple heads up is appreciated but besides that I'm quite laissez-faire. I do prefer speaking to women but it's not a hard rule, I just find guys often get a bit intense online. I do prefer putting a face to people and vice versa as well, if its a dealbreaker I totally get it so thought I'd add that in here too
In terms of where to talk, I do prefer to move to apps but staying here is fine too. Include your basic details in your message, the usual about me stuff is fine, don't feel the need to match the rambling essay above! :)