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Hello, please ignore the formatting I’m on mobile. I (16) have a couple friends that I eat lunch with, most of which are also around 16 or 15. I’ve gotten into an argument with one of my friends about this topic before when they said something about how I would never understand being poor blah blah blah because I was born rich or something after I had gotten mad at them for stealing from a store. Whenever people come to my house I can always see the looks that they give me or others around. Its the “oh they rich rich” I wasn’t born rich but I also wasn’t born poor either, neither was I born middle class. My parents are both immigrants and my father had an especially hard time considering he was not wealthy at all and was scrapping together whatever he could in order to get by. After getting married to my mom they bought a house when the market wasn’t so terrible and had my older sibling and moved to be closer to my dads college but kept the house and rented it out to others. Our house is nice because we sold the old one for more than double its initial price. I’m used to people making comments and giving me looks whenever they talk about their financial situations because “I’ll never understand” they’re the ones who don’t understand and its starting to get on my nerves. I will admit now that my family is financially stable I’ve been getting pampered by my parents but the way my friends talk to me about money makes me sound like some spoiled brat. Which, at least I’d like to think, isn’t true. I try my best to let my parents know how much I appreciate all their hard work. They came from almost nothing and now they can take vacations and enjoy all the money they worked so hard for but when my friends make comments and such it feels like a slap in the face of all my parents hard work. I feel like im being dramatic but I just want them to shut up about it.

I (F,27) am very religious i have always felt like God has always helped me see clearly. Recently l've had some relationship issues with my boyfriend (M,30) I've been trying to get him to grow and do things to pour into him such as read outside, go hiking, go to the gym go to church etc... because he expressed to me he recently started to lack confidence he's unfortunately blamed me for it saying I don't do enough although all I do is try to help. I am exhausting all my options, I feel this effecting me. I recently prayed to god to guide me and show me who this person is and GUYS I had a nightmare last night!! This is what happened we were in our room and I heard noises in the closet he went to check and started making strange noises then tried to wrap something around his neck. I helped him as he was literally dying on our way to the hospital while on the hospital bed his face changed into a woman's face and he laughed as though he was possessed. I have NEVER experienced something like this, can someone please help me figure out what this means???? Please.

I am not saying looks are the only thing that matter. But it annoys me so much. It makes me hate society.
Why? Why does it matter? Like it’s not fair when somebody who is a super kind, but is more unattractive is going to be treated worse than another person, who is just as kind as the other, but is more attractive, gets treated way better. It’s so annoying. Like in a discussion, everybody listens if the attractive kind guy says something, but if the unattractive kind guy has to say something, everybody ignores him at first, until after like 3 tries it. Works sorta.
An attractive woman gets a free drink, a less attractive woman does not? Like WTF? Does the bartender really think he’ll achieve something from giving the pretty woman a free drink? If I were the bartender, I would charge both, idc. I need my money.
I am not attractive (as in super ugly, especially on the face). Obviously it’s pointless but I am I know my weaknesses and will work on things over time. But even when I see other people who are even more unfortunate than me, and see them deal with how they are treated, it makes me so mad.
Even when it comes to male height in dating. I am 6’0, and when I see some friends of mine get rejected because of their height, 5’8 or what not, it just pisses me off, and makes me feel bad for them.
Like I understand that having a good personality is important, but it’s so stupid because most times (in this generation) you first gotta look good to be able to get to the “oh now I can see if your personality is good or not”
I know there are cases where actual relationships get built from literally getting to know each other through friends first, but this is way more rare.
Whatever. This is a rant. But 🖕F you society.

M21 I'm doubting if it was strict parenting or if it was the drink but I want opinions. She has done a lot but I don't feel entirely satisfied either. But in the days I have drafted this, my doubts only grow.
As a kid my mom hawked over me and now things I wish I could have experienced did not exist, like going to a park or playground with a friend without supervision, whereas she did. Going to the gas station for snack I couldn't, when she asked her parents and was given a quarter when everything was a cent. Riding a bike was limited to the street we live on, and when I was able to leave, I couldn't leave the neighborhood when she walked for a while to make sure her friend got home. Once sitting on my bike at the edge of the sidewalk and she walked over, cursed me out for going on a different street and wouldn't believe me. I couldn't go to a friends house because I was going to do my homework how my teacher taught me instead of hers, which I didnt know and was not taught. At a friends house, she berated me for making her wait in the car for a few minutes longer than the arranged pickup time. By comparison to what it would have been like, it is a magical opportunity lost.
For most of my school years, all I did was go to school, do homework and play games. Despite catching on to lessons quickly, classes were something to pass, nothing more, not even for life skills. Have a B? Make it an A. I did. Is the project due? Make it better. Alright. Taking orchestra and painting was fleeting then and while I enjoyed it, it was only done for practice or assignment. Now I am upset that it was all I did instead of going out and experiencing life: going out with friends, finding a club or sport to do, or just big activity sessions. Never had a curfew because I never left home to start. I may have had fun gaming then, but I lament heavy over that now to where I will not touch one. A future education and the future as a whole I should have taken a lot more seriously than I could possibly have imagined. School did push for it, but I was a fool and did not care.
Other than the occasional family visit, I did nothing and learned nothing. Never taught to cook much, properly clean, shop for necessities, make right finances, etc. Future prospects was left to whatever I would choose, which I would put it later down the road. Never got any real world experience and just been sheltered for so long, both by my doing and my moms. No drive to do anything, nothing of a hopeful future, no being pulled out of whatever I was doing to learn anything or having skills necessary in the world today be incentivized. Aside from making sure I did well in school, I was left to myself.
She always has something to complain about. Streaks of mean and grumpy. Remembered somethings of what we were interested in but other times just an empty face. Who my mom is today is doom and gloom, speaking two different points that are showing the worst of her and nitpicking over every possible detail. Most of who she enjoys in media has an underlying toxic presence to them with name calling. Polarize, prejudice, politicize, judge and bias everything. Norway and Iceland? Too cold and mountainous, how could anyone have settled there? Germany? They all speak the same language and cannot understand anyone in a city that is 30 minutes away. That guy's accent she can't stand and defaulted to being generated, even though he sounds the same speaking Finnish. All for a better planet yet everything is wasted, trashed, or sent to China. Treat others how you want to be and from where I stand, seem like a backtalking coward. Couldn't have a water pitcher because "no one refilled it" to keep the filter going when I made sure to keep it plentiful. If she has a problem she will bring up the one exact same example related to the topic that I have heard plenty before. And most of the negative aspects of society happen more likely than they should. All while bring home a 24, 30 or however many count of budweiser a week at least. I imagine we only got along because I wasn't a brat anymore and did not try to upset her. Falling in line if you will.
Emotions bottled or maybe emotionally dead. The masculinity trap of what is the general expectation of "men". To express myself, to show emotion, to even cry is something I don't want to do out of fear of being seen, which is ironic given the code of the samurai. 6th grade she didn't remember to pick me up even though I said and called and a friend and his friend caught me being emotional and stayed around a bit to comfort me.
The fear that was put into everything. An actual quote went something as "If you get hurt, I'm not going to drive you to the hospital". Another "All girls are evil". And "that sounds too confrontational" when I asked neighbors to clean after their dog. Even questioning if my eyes doing something required a doctor for her to say that my eyes will fail naturally and something about her relative who had an eye problem and didn't see a doctor. Things that made me not do the kinds of things I want to do now. I have been so sheltered then and now that I want to go out but there is the ever scared part of me towards the unknown world. I feel I have been prejudiced into thinking such ways but there's no personal experience to back or challenge said thoughts.
Admittably, parts of me are glad I know what I have and want for morals and mindset, but its also a matter of temptation and theres still so much that I wish to explore. At times I feel I matured too quickly at the cost of a kids stupidity or innocence and now am too serious and heavyhearted for my own good. To be told how I've matured when there wasn't much to mature from. A part of me feels that I have taken after her cold, judgemental, selfish attitude and that makes me fearful to screw up any kind of friendship or relationship, and dreading that I could reflect that onto any child I may have no matter how far away into the future I do have one. I kind of want to hate her but I am so emotionally gone or warped that I can't. If I "rebel" now, or begin to, I feel that might get the fire started.
She would argue with my dad from time to time but then that continued on for days and it was a cold environment lasting days to weeks after a fight. Even prior to their fights, they rarely slept together in the same bed, let alone the same room. She would critique his employer and even his choice of friends. Once he woke up late, thus having us late to get ready for school and she began one for that. I don't remember the exact details but she once criticized him over a coat he got me. All while listening from the top of the stairs to even the bottom where I was covered by a wall. A few times we listened and we made noise that I think made them aware of us but that didn't stop them. Even starting in our presence where we would leave the room. It got to the point where he actually packed lightly to leave for the night or days and my brother and I stopped him just so he could be home. I wish I did let him go then.
I really do believe I could have had it differently if my dad was alive. He made such an effort. When I was in hospital at 4, he made the efforts to get me out and moving around. When I didn't know a swim style, he literally chucked me towards the deeper waters (I was scared, but he was right in the end, one of the fondest memories). He taught me how to use the mower and had a mini shop set up in the garage. I played with him so much and he got me into the complex games he enjoyed as I got older. For as rough we were, he was so gentle. I looked up to him then and even more than ever now. He made the effort to be one worthy of "Dad" and he was damn well worthy of that and no one could be more better for me.
"Faded gray are all the days of yesteryears So much time has turned to memories and to tears" -Valkyrja
I did graduate HS 3 years ago, did a summer program and since nothing. No job, education chances, or life plans. Even though I felt smarter, I was turned off of college simply for cost reasons and "feeding the rich" mindset. Last summer I began to look at my past and future with a whole new look with no physical change taking effect. First week into March this year I realized what I have been doing compared to how others are living through good and bad and I fell into depression hard. Now it persists with great off and on. Where I have been up at 9 in the morning to suddenly be up at 5 or 6 in the afternoon. Throughout the past 3 years, there was no making sure I was ok, no seeing how I felt, no finding out what I wanted to do. And I am still frightened of what may be out there, even when that is the key to the living that I want. I want to go, I need to go. But where? I leave for the good and better of myself, but I also leave behind this place I've called home, yet it's now so far from the one I want to remember with a fond memory. So much happens that seems to have been "normal" when it doesn't seem like it should. The same place with the same inhabitants in the same motions. No going out, no difference, no change, and VERY artificial. Nothing means anything anymore. To let how I feel about the previous years subside in me or blow over...
Always have been insecure, hesitant, second guessing. While others had spent their 18s, 19s and 20s going into the world doing many things, I've had the summer program at 18, nothing at 19, and two days in the big city to attend a concert at 20. Little noteworthy moments under my belt. It seems like love in the immediate family was not two ways or had to be earned. I have not grown. Who I am is not who I want to be at heart.
For 21, I know I should have more skills and be in better places, but theres nothing from anyone. No check-in, no advice, no motivation. Like "the birdling will leave the nest" instead of anyone preparing a boy to what is before him. Its not a snap of fingers or blink of an eye do I learn what is expected. On the grown up part, I feel heavily underprepared for the world and life. Far too long have I stayed and lived in my head. I cannot understand why I am still at home, a part of myself thinks to keep the peace but what peace needs to be kept? Nothing and no one is stopping me from leaving except myself and the thought that they will most definitely want to know where I am if I go, which I do not want to tell anyone. Or that I've been sheltered and not have realised the gates have been unlocked long ago. Things are not ok and I want to stop pretending when I leave. Even with Spring's green grass under a blue sky that ends the day with the orange sunset piercing the clouds to make them blue and pink do I feel grey.
"Watching to the night with tired eyes Waiting for nothing all my life" -Battle Against Time
I feel the kid within me, wanting to do those exciting things, yearning for any kind of companion or fellowship. What daylight reveries I can conjure to make him feel hopeful enough so he can shine soon. The things I want to do to feel happy. I want to water that little guy.
A lot of this I have remembered recently and still am connecting the dots. I already am upset at myself for not doing anything in life, but I want to be angry and I honestly hate myself for not seeing this sooner and listening to her for so long. Despite feeling broken and defunct, I still feel young enough but there's been so little done that it feels many chances are long gone. There is more freedoms I have that I do not know about and ones that I have had before that gathered dust. And now I am in a toss up between beginning college preparation now, leaving states or the country to act on these now childhood regrets. I don't want to be who I am now any longer. I just want to do something. And in between it all, confusion of what to do, how to feel and saddened that I am not who I once was or could have been.

Hey, so last year oct 24th 2023 during my employment with walmart I was taken to the cash room for a coaching there was the manager of ap services (the department I was under) and the witness another manager as walmart tends to always make sure another person is in the room when you're being given a coaching. So someone had had stolen merchandise and the manager claimed It my was my fault they never showed me the tape and I'm almost certain all her items were bagged and I know she didn't set off the alarm, but anyways she gives me the whole spill about how my job as ap services ta is important for deterring theft and I'm the last and first face customers see we all know customers don't HAVE to show their receipt and some aren't going to so when I tried to rebuttal with a scenario where it's next to impossible to check a customers receipt to determine if I would still somehow be "at fault" if a customer is reluctant to letting you see a receipt but while I'm mod sentence with the scenario the manager cuts me off and says "you have an advantage" she said this while gesturing her hand from my head to my toes she placed her hand back to herself saying "if I were to ask for a receipt they would say I'm racist" now I tried to have a broad horizon of thinking to narrow down how she could've meant her comments in a "good" way a non racist way but i kept coming to the same conclusion that it was just flat out racist to say that! I actually used ppto and didn't come back after lunch (as I informed them I would most likely be doing)I attempted to talk to the people lead about it who wanted no parts of the situation giving me the ole runaround taking me over to the pictures informing me I have to talk to this individual and he doesn't handle it he just didn't want to handle it. I was able to get some audio recording of the meeting with the lead store manager when he rescinded the coaching and a conversation later with the witness stating that she was bothered by the Comments that the manager had made she assured me she would be speaking to someone "higher" than she was. Meanwhile I had already submitted a claim through the lovely ethics department get this walmsrt has a 0 tolerance policy supposedly only when I brought these claims to their attention and wrote my statement because I was the last one to do mine according to the individuals in house who were handling the claim ironically one of them was the people lead who wanted no parts! I constructively discharged a few weeks after this the manager would also laugh and taunt me every chance she'd get when she'd see me (nothing I could prove with documentation) I had also filed a claim with the eeoc and finally got to the interview process almost two weeks ago they quickly closed the charge the day after it was filed and they determined essentially that they made no determination they say they can't conclude if further investigation would proof or disprove my claim and that their notice doesn't mean my claim lacks merit and that it doesn't mean walmart wasn't In violation below there is the rights to sue letter with the witness who still works there and the audio i have of her claiming she heard the comments too be good evidence that can be authenticated? Does the eeoc "neutral" determination make it less likely or less desirable for a firm to want to cater to my claim? I'm biracial african American & Caucasian btw

Anybody figured out how to make it work reasonably?
In multiplayer he's kinda consistent because opponents will rarely fight on a wonder if it's not worth it. Especially a wonder like stonehenge which you never research if you're not opening holy sites. The only way he has a reasonable power level is if you can get stonehenge and holy sites and make use of divine inspiration + sacred places to transform wonders into yields. Even then he jumps through hoops to do what other civs can do.
BUT ON DEITY EVERY EARLY WONDER GETS SNIPED SUPER FAST. You end up wasting builder charges unless you can 1-2 turn some of them

I (m17) haven't done any sort of school work for years. I've refused to maintain any of my already few friendships, and I recently sabotaged one of them just for the hell of it. I willingly put myself in the situation that I'm in right now, and I have precisely 0 motivation to pull myself out of it. The notion of turning my life around and being the best that I can be in all aspects (mentally, academically, physically, emotionally, socially etc) honestly just seems so corny and lame to me. I actually have a much greater fondness for the idea of self-destruction; the idea of just living as carelessly as possible. Whether or not deciding to live like that results in my death is of no concern to me at all. The notion of that makes me happy and excited in a way that no positive/healthy train of thought ever could. Basically, my thoughts and actions regarding my wellbeing are the opposite of what they really should be, but I just couldn't care less. I guess you could say I'm here for a good time, not a long time. At risk of sounding like your typical existential teenager, I don't see what the point of sticking around is, anyway. Like, what have I got to stay here for? To grow old and die anyway?

I, 17, Female (tho I don’t really care about gender but other people do and it does effect how people treat you so I’m adding it), moved to a new small school where I befriend some dudes and they became my main friend group in this place. I decided that I’d try to finally improve my life and I feel like they’re getting in the way of it.
They’re chill people, they haven’t done anything wrong but I feel as if I’m an object for them because I’m the only girl. I try to take that out of my head but when I hang out with them it feels as if I’m trying so much to impress them because of how I desperately want to be the persona I made and want to truly be. I know though that I’ll never TRULY be this person and thats why I decided to improve myself and focus on myself.
It was going well for a few days, until I decided to go back on my socials and they suddenly texted and asked if I’d like to meet with them this Saturday. I thought of making an excuse and used my parents and said I might be busy, but for some reason I got excited that they’re inviting me out (with other people too). But the problem is- I feel like if I say no I’d be running away from my problems again, but if I say yes then my sucking up attitude will emerge again and I know for sure I’ll get tired of it and break down. It’s not that I hate being with them, it’s just that I hate the me that comes out when I’m with them (I adjust my settings with ppl I’m with and I can’t turn it off, but it doesn’t mean I’m disingenuous it just means that I exaggerate more of the sides of myself they’d like to see). I can’t ignore them bc we’re in the same school and class, and I even decided to start focusing on my studies and attending school more (I barely attend due to personal reasons)
Maybe if I stay it’ll be okay? I’m not sure…do I distance myself or do I become closer? In other words, do I go or do I not go? Someone please tell me bc I’m supposed to answer tmmrw…

I’m lost completely in life I don’t know what I’m doing anymore there’s so much that feels wrong but I can pinpoint what it is. It’s like that feeling that you wanna curl up in a ball and cry but you can’t your body isn’t letting you
I’m trying to decide how to go, OD? But you hear all these stories about how when they don’t work they just put you in more pain than youre already in and I’m stuck do I chance it and just take a ton and hope for the best or should I think it out a bit more
I don’t know should I write letters to my family or to just say my goodbyes that day then go. It’s hard to tell because some people will find that letter as a reminder but don’t wanna throw it out but others would want one and that’s not really a question I can exactly ask my family yk?
I don’t know should I get rid of my things because some parents like to keep their kids rooms the same while others can’t bear it. I want to make this as easy for my parents and siblings to get out and to just moved on but I’m not sure how
Any advice or guidance would be so appreciated

So we been having some rough patches not gonna lie but today he went to a job interview that I was very excited for him he said when he gets back he wants to rub me down and you know. So he goes I text him ima make lunch just heat some leftovers. He says okay and he has so much to tell me. Soon as he gets out he says he's gonna go to his mom real quick I'm like uhhhh what I'm hungry and can't wait to talk to you he said he wants to tell his mom. I said okay come home change eat tell me then go for however long you want. Btw context is I hate my in-laws and he knows why so he stood up to them for me but I wouldn't ban them ofc their his family him standing up for me everytime since I told him is enough for me. But anyways I'm like uh nah like I'm letting him know it bothers me especially cause for a few months I feel his family and friends have been coming first before me his fucking wife. So I was hurt but he clearly didn't care went to his mom calls me that he's on the way back. So I'm obviously upset which he sucks at understanding and talking about feelings so he said he was gonna sit in the car for a sec then come in that's it's bullshit I'm mad that just cause I don't have parents doesn't mean he can't see his like....excuse me who has ever stopped him. Anyways am I the asshole that I'm upset he went to his mom first? I just need some outside perspective if I was wrong for being upset. I'm also really bad at social cues btw I definitely think I'm on the spectrum and plans not going the way they are suppose to really throw me off and make me a little I guess what people around me call childish.

I got diagnosed with reactive hypoglycemia about 3 years ago (I'd have to dive into my notes but it's been over 2 years) and it was life changing to finally know what was wrong with me and how to help it. For years before it I just knew it would help sometimes if I had something savory (protein) to absorb the sugar, and just felt like i was going crazy so much of the time. I'd crash, get hungry, angry, couldn't stop crying, even self harmed.
It isn't exactly easy to go to a low carb diet but I felt so much better it was worth it, learning I actually felt less hungry if I DIDN'T eat white bread or other high carb/sugary stuff and actually felt more full when I ate less as long as it had enough fiber and protein. I wasn't on a keto diet but I quickly learned that anything keto or Atkins was usually safe to consume and some actually tasted good.
My father is a narcissist and noticed I was losing weight (like most Americans I'm over weight but I was happier about feeling better than getting closer to a healthy weight) and not eating the trash he would buy or make (besides all the carbs and salt he doesn't practice any food safety like handwashing so I don't like to eat what he makes) and to try to force me to eat his food he'd throw my low carb food in the dog dish. That was just one of many ways he tried to control my life. Fortunately a little less than two years ago I was able to get into a group home.
At first there were some misunderstandings in the group home about my dietary needs, but this place was all about setting people up to become independent and healthy and with my Endocrinologist's notes I was able to work things out to have a low carb diet and didn't have crashes.
Unfortunately this first group home is only supposed to be transitional living so I had to move out and landed in this second group home. And this place has been hell. The first group home was setting people up to move on, would teach life skills like cooking (I already knew how to cook before coming to the first group home, helped teach others, it was a good environment) here people just come to rot. It used to be a nursing home and refuses to let anyone forget that. I can't even go into the kitchen, much less cook anything that can't be microwaved.
My dietary needs would have been on my application for this place. And I told them my first day here that I have reactive hypoglycemia and need to have a low carb diet.
They don't care. The only bread they have is white bread and they have white bread with every. single. meal. Shepherd's pie get a side of white bread. Pasta gets a side of white bread. If you don't like what's for breakfast you can get cereal- and don't expect something like Cheerios, the only cereal they have is sugary cereal, this morning I tried to get a cereal that isn't sugar and all they had is Fruity Pebbles and Cinnamon Toast Crunch, one morning they gave me Capn Crunch. If you have researched life with reactive hypoglycemia by now you know sugary cereal is on the don't eat list, and having sugary cereal first thing in the morning on an empty stomach is possibly the worst thing you can do, expect maybe hard drugs. No protein besides the milk they pour on it.
If you don't like what's for lunch or dinner you can get peanut butter and jelly- on white bread.
I calculated what this place feeds us in a single day and it's over the recommended amount of salt, sugar and carbs and below the recommended amount of protein. The only vegetable I've had in over two days was a little corn in the shepherd's pie and potatoes. They give us potato chips at least once a day.
I'm disabled (claim keeps getting denied) so I have no income. My endocrinologist got insurance to cover protein shakes for me, but the insurance only covers one of those a day. I bought a jar of peanut butter the other day so I can get some protein and have been eating straight peanut butter to the point that I'm sick to death of peanut butter.
Today I had an appointment so I had lunch over 2 hours late. They decided that i didn't need dinner. Didn't even ask me, I just went to dinner and had no food.
If you're wondering how I'm eating like this without crashing- I'm not. I've been having episodes pretty much daily since I got here. My mental health has gone to hell, I struggle to think straight. I keep dropping things. My joints all hurt. I'm supposed to have a job orientation later this week but I don't feel up to it at all since I'm always too hungry to even think.

I (25f) met this guy (26m) and we’ve been on 4 date so far. All of which he has elaborately planned (dinner, activities, dessert, etc) and even paid for, even when I insisted on paying. On paper he is everything I’m looking for tall, sweet, thoughtful, good career, well groomed. He’s made his interest and intentions clear from the beginning and he’s already told his parents about me. I know he’s interested but I feel like the physical chemistry is lacking and it’s making me question whether or not I’m actually attracted to him. Even after the 4th date he hasn’t tried to kiss me, most we’ve done is hold hands. He’s only been in one relationship in the past and he is a virgin (I’m not) so I’m not sure if it’s because hes shy but the lack of physical affection is making question if there’s chemistry. He also has a very soft voice, as if hes whispering and almost feminine in a way which surprised me considering his large build. I’ve been on dates where I’ve felt the sexual chemistry instantly but in this case would it possible with time that this chemistry would build or if it hasn’t been there for the first few dates it probably won’t at all?

I've been having pain in what appears to be the lateral plantar area of my foot for nearly 2 months. The pain is mostly light but gets worse with any use. It also hurts when I stretch my foot outward and in dorsiflexion. (regular dorsiflexion even weigh baring has no pain). My two theories for how this injury occurred was not doing proper recovery runs following a marathon on 3/17 or something that happened during the marathon possibly due to shoes being not laced tightly enough (first half) or too tight (second half).
The problem crept up very gradually and was first noticed a week after the marathon. First I tried resting for a week, went on a 3 mile run and felt no pain so ran it increasingly faster and then felt it about an hour after the run. I started taking the injury more seriously and began running easy 3 mile runs sparsely for a week or two which didn't help. Finally I took 20 days off (about 12-15 with zero pain) and tried an easy run yesterday and basically don't appear to have made any progress which is making me rethink the quickest way to fix this.
The pain is minor and only occurs while walking the day after a run or maybe on a day where I walk 4-5 miles in non exercise shoes. Ice helps. Massage ball feels good but might prolong soreness (hard to tell). Strassburg sock helps. Walking barefoot helps. My next plan is basically to start wearing the sock everyday regardless of pain and ramp up cardio cross training for circulation (I haven't done much exercise over the last 20 days other than walking/intermittent running while playing with kids). I'm basically open to any feedback from people that have dealt with lateral plantar fasciitis or something that sounds similar to my symptoms. I haven't had a running injury ever last this long or not respond to rest/lite running. Feeling pretty discouraged and like I'm undoing months of work while resting.
About me: M36, 30-50 mpw for most of the last 1.5 years (excluding the past 2 months). 3:19 M and 1:28HM this spring.

So I've been on about a dozen antidepressants, SSRIs, SNRIs, MAOIs, TCAs, antipsychotic, etc (my symptoms are apathy and anhedonia). The remarkable thing is that only 20% of them produce side effects, and 0% of them produce an antidepressant effect. Lately I'm on a med called Auvelity which is a combo of Buproprion (stim) and DXM. Basically, taking this drug means you're high on cough syrup for at least a couple weeks. On day 1 I had mild wooziness, but on every day since I've had 0 wooziness which is highly unusual, yet syncs up with my past history of medications seeming to produce zero effect. But today I discovered something.
If I put pressure on the front part of my brain near the temple for a moment, the DXM kicks in and I feel dizzy. "Maybe it's not the DXM", you think. But consider this: For months now I've been drinking coffee in front of a fan because it correlates strongly with an antidepressant effect -- take away the fan, and the effects disappear. Originally I theorized it was the coolness of the wind, or maybe the speed, that caused the effect. But I've since realized it's because the wind puts a mild pressure on certain regions of the brain that, combined with the stimulant of caffeine, produced the effect. By experimenting with putting pressure on different parts so to speak, I can very briefly "reactive" that part of the brain which feels for lack of a better word numb.
This explains perfectly why antidepressants have consistently failed to produce effects for me, they're apparently not even reaching their target. What's also curious is these brain systems are apparently working fine, but they're simply "offline" 24/7 until I force them into action via pressure. For example, in my default state I simply can't enjoy music, but by concentrating on certain brain regions I can make music physically pleasurable again. The effects can last for hours, but they're all gone by next day. Does anyone have a clue what could be causing this?
Age 25 Sex male Height 5'9" Weight 170lbs Race white Duration of complaint 10 years Location head Any existing relevant medical issues n/a Current medications Auvelity

Sorry if this question comes off ignorant but so far I’m yet to make major money in the industry. I’ve made ok money and on a few occasions some really solid money. But I do desire more. I know how to do all the general pests including other specialties like gophers and moles. The only thing left to learn is termite work. I really enjoy what I do and would like to remain in this industry for the rest of my working life. But I feel like if I don’t make more money, I’m just going to have to leave and look for something with more pay.
Is there a way to make more? Anything you recommend I should learn? Any advice would be helpful. thank you!

Howdy. I am officer M (only M, privacy reasons, could lose my job if I was exposed). I’ve been investigating these three cases for the past few years, and I wanted to see if anyone had any clue how to solve them.
I normally wouldn’t go to places like Reddit for this, but I’m desperate. Everyone else I’ve tried has said that this is some kind of webseries project thing. It isn’t.
I’m gonna show you the transcriptions of three sets of video tapes. The first set is from James Barlowe, the second from Daren Redd, and the third from Nick Robin.
Well, I’d better get on with it.
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There’s only one tape in this section. It begins with a man in a priest’s uniform (identified as James Barlowe) in the driver’s seat of a car. The person holding the camera is in the passenger’s side.
CAMERAMAN (LATER IDENTIFIED AS NICK ROBIN): “So! What’re we doing, James?”
JAMES: “Oh, uhm, we’re going to a haunted house to perform an exorcism.”
NICK: “Hell yeah we are!”
Nick turns the camera towards his face.
NICK: “Someone tipped us off on a haunted house recently, so we’re gonna go check it out. And James is gonna use his cool priest powers or whatever to get rid of the ghosts! Right James?”
The camera pans to James.
JAMES: “Ah- Yeah.”
The camera turns back to Nick.
NICK: “Now, I’m not gonna be in this one too much, since James is gonna be doing his stuff on his own.”
JAMES: “Wait what?”
The tape cuts off here, and picks back up with James holding the camera. He’s in front of a run-down, abandoned house. He seems nervous, fidgeting with the stole around his neck.
JAMES: “Okay, so, uhm. I am Father Barlowe, and, uhm..I kind of thought Nick was gonna be here. He- He told me he was gonna be here. I dunno. Uhm. Today I’m going to exorcise this ghost. I, uh, don’t know if I’m allowed to do that anymore. But I know how.”
James turns the camera around, and starts to walk into the house. The front door opens into a hallway, which leads to a living room. The camera shakes as James fumbles with his pockets, then brings out a cross. He holds it out in front of him.
JAMES: “Uhm, if there are any ghosts here, show yourself.”
Nothing happens. James mutters something about editing. He waves the cross around dramatically.
JAMES: “Ghost, or demon, or whatever you are, please come and-”
A loud bang comes from somewhere within the house. James seems to flinch. He can be heard heavily breathing as he turns the camera towards the sound.
JAMES: “Uhm..Okay. That’s okay. I’ve got a cross. I’m okay.”
James begins to walk down the hall, where the sound was heard. The camera is shaking, and James is holding out his cross.
JAMES: “Okay, uhm- I think..I think the ghost is in there.”
James points to the doorway at the end of the corridor, then advances towards it. He walks through, and into what appears to be a study. There is a desk and chair in the corner. The chair has a pitch-black figure in it.
JAMES: “Oh god, okay, uhm- Okay. Okay. Uhm. Uh- Demon!”
The figure turns to face James. He holds out his cross with a trembling hand.
JAMES: “Foul creature, begone from this home-”
The figure stands up and begins to walk towards James. The camera is dropped.
JAMES: “Oh God, oh God!”
James can be heard running away.
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This first tape is very intriguing to me. The figure has not been identified. At least, not as anyone in the town.
I interviewed both Nick Robin and James Barlowe (they had not gone missing after this video. quite the contrary, in fact. James Barlowe is the one that brought the video to police), and they revealed that most of the content in their videos was fake.
They said that the events of the video were not planned.
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The camera appears to be moved around a bit, before setting up to show a man in a red hoodie (identified as Daren Redd) sitting in an office chair. It can be assumed that he’s at his desk. He smiles at the camera.
DAREN: “Uh- Hi. This feels weird, haha. I don’t think I should introduce myself? I don’t know. No one but me’s gonna see this anyways. Unless I make, like, a giant scientific discovery. Or break a world record.”
Daren fidgets with the strings of his hoodie, twirling one between his fingers.
DAREN: “So. My sleep schedule sucks. I’ve been trying to fix it for weeks now, it isn’t working. I’ve decided, fuck it, I’m just gonna roll with it. So! I’m gonna try and stay up for 12 days straight.”
Daren grabs the camera, and shows a calendar up on the wall. The month and year are cut off. Two days are circled (Tuesday, then the next Saturday).
DAREN: “I’ve got a calendar here so that I can figure out how long I’ve been up. If I do more physical stuff, maybe I’ll stay up longer! Haha.”
The camera pans back to Daren.
DAREN: “I’ve got my room-mate watching over me. He’s actually in here right now- Say hi, Nick!”
(PRESUMABLY) NICK, IN THE BACKGROUND: “Hey.”
DAREN: “I rested up real good to prepare for this, so I’m hoping that my plan works. So, uh..Yeah. D-Man out.”
The next tape starts out with Daren holding the camera up to Nick Robin.
DAREN: “Niiiiiiiick.”
NICK: “Why are you recording me?”
DAREN: “Nick how long have I been awake?”
NICK: “Since yesterday, I think.”
Daren flips the camera around to face him. He has a large grin on his face.
DAREN: “That’s right, baby! D-Man has been awake for one whole day! Well- Two? One? Since Tuesday. It’s, uh, Wednesday.”
Daren shows the calendar to the camera. Tuesday is crossed off.
DAREN: “So far, nothing weird has happened yet. I’m tired, but I’ve been drinking a ton of Monster.”
The camera pans to a trash can, with several cans of Monster in it.
DAREN: “So! I should be able to stay up as long as I need. World record, here I come!”
The third tape begins with Daren dragging a trash bag outside.
DAREN: “Ok so I forgot to record a tape today, and I know that if I don’t do it now I’m gonna forget again. But, uhm, I’ve been up for..Uh..I dunno. Time is a concept, anyways. It’s Thursday now, though!”
Daren heaves the trash bag into a can. He walks back inside, and sighs with relief as he enters.
DAREN: “Whew, I love air conditioning.”
NICK (IN THE BACKGROUND): “Dude- Why don’t you take your hoodie off?”
DAREN: “Ah, y’know.”
NICK: “I really don’t.”
DAREN: “See, you get it!”
Daren chuckles and brings the camera into his room. He sets it down on his desk, and sits down in the office chair. He has bags under his eyes, and his hair looks messier than usual.
DAREN: “So. Recently, I’ve been tired. Like, horridly tired. To the point where even sitting down is a..” Yawn. “Risky move for me. But, working from home is keeping me on my toes. Who knew that writing reports could be so exhilerating!”
He looks over his shoulder for a moment, before turning back to the camera. His eyes appear wide and frightened, but he’s still smiling.
DAREN: “Uh, pro tip, maybe don’t try this stuff! I’m stupid enough to try and get a world record, but you, uh, shouldn’t be. Anyways, uhm, D-Man out.”
The fourth tape shows Daren in the hospital, sitting next to Nick, who is in a bed with an IV in his arm. Daren’s eye bags have gotten worse.
DAREN: “Hey, uhm. I don’t know if I’m supposed to record in here. I had to drive Nick to the hospital- He had a dairy allergy thing.”
NICK: “I said he could record in here, don’t worry.”
DAREN: “Yea, he- He said I could record this. I think I’m gonna stay the night here- People do that at hospitals, right? But, uh, they don’t need a bed for me. Because I’m not sleeping! I’m just gonna, uh, play on my phone for the night.”
Daren looks over his shoulder, before turning back to the camera.
DAREN: “Well! It’s Friday now. Been, uh, four days, I think? Yeah. I’ve been awake for four whole days! Well, uhm, this is more filler than anything. Nothing to note. D-Man out.”
The fifth tape is corrupted. Nothing is salvageable.
The sixth tape begins with Daren sitting at his desk. He looks tired beyond comprehension. His knee is bouncing, and he’s tapping his fingers on the table.
DAREN: “Uh, day..Six. I think. It’s Sunday now. The Lord’s day, ha-ha! I’m- I’m not religious. But, uhm, I know one of Nick’s friends is. James something. Maybe I should call that guy. I-”
Daren cuts himself off by looking over his shoulder. He looks back. His eyes are wild and terrified.
DAREN: “I think this was a bad idea. A horrible idea. I- I tried to sleep yesterday. But I couldn’t. I can’t- I can’t close my eyes for too long. Uhm..Nick has been in the hospital since Friday. He’s- He should be back by now. His visits never take this long.”
Daren chuckles. His voice sounds nervous.
DAREN: “He should be back soon, though, right? Right. He’s just taking a bit longer than usual. Uhm, Darry out.”
The seventh tape shows Daren sitting under his desk. He sets up the camera and brings his knees to his chest.
DAREN: “Nick came back today. He, uhm. He’s acting different. I was- I was talking to him, and he, uhm. He forgot he had a dairy allergy. He just..Forgot. I reminded him and he went- He went, oh, yeah. Like he didn’t go to the hospital for it a couple days ago.”
Daren appears to be trembling. He pulls his hood over his head.
DAREN: “..Been awake for seven days, ha-ha. So close! Just, uhm..Five? Four? Something around that. That many days left. I don’t- I don’t wanna do this. But I think I have to. I think it’ll leave me alone if I..”
Daren looks up at something offscreen, and screams.
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Daren Redd went missing after this video. I’ve been looking for him for years. I’m trying to stay professional here, but I really don’t know what’s going on. I still sometimes try to figure out what he was looking at in the last tape. But there’s no reflection in his eyes- No shadows anywhere. Nothing. Could he be hallucinating?
I don’t think he is. I think he’s seeing things, sure, but they’re real. They have to be real.
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This last section begins with Nick Robin in a car. He’s driving this time, with the camera on the dashboard. James is in the passenger seat. There’s camping gear and a few bags in the back seats.
NICK: “Hey! Welcome back to the PDC (later identified as Paranormal Discovery Channel, the youtube account that both Nick Robin and James Barlowe share), today we’re gonna be exploring a whole abandoned town! It’s called, uh..What was it called again?”
JAMES: “Sasbol heights.”
NICK: “Right, right. Sasbol heights or whatever. Anyways! It’s gonna be cool. Oh- There it is! Dude dude dude- Look!”
The camera points to a charred-looking town. Maybe burnt down?
NICK: “We’re gonna get settled, then get back to all of you. I’ll see y’all soon!”
The next tape begins with Nick sitting in a tent.
NICK: “So! It’s been, like, a day. The first night was pretty underwhelming- Just some creepy old town with bugs and stuff. Nothing too special. Just a bigger version of a haunted house.”
Nick looks off screen- Presumably at James. Nick chuckles.
NICK: “James is sleeping right now. Apparently he’s been having nightmares? That’s, uh, pretty normal for him, though. Oh! Today I started setting up the ghost hunting stuff. Unpacking, putting up cameras, all that jazz.”
There’s shuffling from behind the camera. Nick smiles at (assumedly) James, and winks at the camera.
The third tape starts with Nick and James going into one of the abandoned houses. Nick seems much more enthusiastic than James.
JAMES: “We’re gonna put a voice-over on this, right?”
NICK: “Yea, yea. Something something, abandoned house, something something.”
JAMES: “Good, good, uhm..Nick, man, you know I like doing this and all..But I don’t think I like this episode. It’s like- It feels wrong, y’know?”
NICK: “Mm..You’re right, you’re right. But hey! Think of the money we’ll get from this. Our reactions are gonna be authentic and shit. Plus, we’ve only got a day left.”
Nick pats James’ back, and James smiles.
JAMES: “Right. You’re right.”
The fourth tape is corrupted.
The fifth tape doesn’t include James or Nick’s face, but we can assume who is talking.
NICK: “Listen, man, it- It just got corrupted. It’s fine, right? It’s cool. We can redo it-”
JAMES: “I’m fucking serious, Nick! This isn’t normal! None of the shit we saw yesterday was planned!”
NICK: “I know, I know, but come on man! I need this money!”
JAMES: “Money isn’t worth it, at this point. Please, God, let’s just leave.”
NICK: “If you wanna leave, just go! I can do the video without you.”
JAMES: “I’m not just leaving you with these demons!”
Both Nick and James are quiet for a while. Nick silently walks back to the tent, bringing the camera with him.
The sixth tape is shot from within Nick’s car. Nick is driving, the camera is on the dashboard. He seems terrified.
NICK: “I’m not publishing this. I’m keeping this for myself, and- I don’t know! The police, probably! Jesus Christ- I’m fucking speeding. Are there even road laws here?”
Nick looks at his gas tank, seeing the needle nearing the E. He begins to tear up.
NICK: “Fuck- Uhm. What happened. James tried to kill me, and- And I don’t think he’s James anymore. I really don’t. He’s- He’s not that guy I went to high school with. There’s actually no way.”
He looks at the camera briefly, doing a quick double take.
NICK: “What- No. No. No- Goddammit! Leave me alone!”
The car swerves, and the camera topples over.
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I’ve been thinking about these cases since I found them. The actual police department doesn’t know about them- And I haven’t told my superior about them. These tapes just kind of appeared at my doorstep one day, along with a camera.
I looked at the camera’s film, and found three images.
The first one is a picture from the first set of tapes. It seems edited, though. James has a halo.
The second one is from the second set. It shows an image of Daren, with some kind of pitch-black figure behind him.
The third one is, supposedly, from the third set. Though nothing like it is seen anywhere in the tapes. It’s an image taken from the driver’s seat of Nick’s car, showing the camera from the video on the dashboard. On the screen of the camera is Nick. The image is edited to show a car tire over Nick’s face.
If anyone knows anything about James Barlowe, Daren Redd, or Nick Robin, please tell me at [xxxxxxxxxxxxxx]@gmail.com.

Pretty much the title. I remember when I was 10yrs old being on a roadtrip with my best friend’s family. I was telling a story (my stories are known to be quite long) and her dad turned up the music. I started to talk louder. He responded to part of my story by saying “no way, really? tell me more!” but proceeded to turn the volume higher. Everyone in the car laughed, but I hadn’t realized they were making fun of me, so I took him literally and continued to talk even louder till the whole car was dying with laughter. I thought maybe they found my story funny. I still hadn’t realized they were laughing at me until my friend explained that he was trying to get me to shut up.
This was ages ago, but I think about it often as an adult. I find myself telling a story or explaining a book or podcast or something I’ve recently learned about and wanted to share, but then I realize no one is listening and no one cares. Friends and family make jokes that they can put the phone down for 30 minutes and I’ll still be talking. They make jokes about how detailed I am or how I can’t take a hint when people don’t care. I feel like I’m constantly wasting breath on sharing parts of my life with people when no one actually means it when they ask about those things. Or maybe they do and I just don’t know how to give concise answers. Either way, it’s just exhausting and I often find myself going mute because of it. But the moment I’m surrounded by people and I don’t have anything to say or contribute to their conversations, everyone asks what’s wrong or says the world must be ending if I’m not talking. It’s just embarrassing and depressing and I wish I wasn’t this way. It’s killing my spirit.

hi i’m 17 and i applied to uni for architecture but now im really worried as i just saw that after u graduate your entry salary will be really horrible and u basically wasted 4 years getting a degree that u will make basically nothing with and honestly i don’t know if i want to go to uni anymore i just feel like uae is not a place worth living in i need advice please

He always tells me that he wants me to always be comfortable with him. And if he does something to make me uncomfortable to tell him. I did. over and over again. Then why did he do it? I told him no. I pushed him away. over and over. I wanted to cry. he started to pull my pants down. he was begging me to let him. I push him away. "I always want you to be comfortable around me baby." Then why did he do it? Why did he make me feel like there was only one reason he wanted to hang out? why did he make me feel trapped? "People will see us," I say over and over just trying to get him to stop. I start to feel his hands slip under my shirt lifting it. I kept saying no. What does no mean if no action is put after it? I feel trapped as his hands start going lower and lower. I love him. he wouldn't do anything to hurt me. I say no I say stop. he doesn't. I feel my pants start to pull down over my hips. no, no, no. I push him away again as his head starts dropping begging me to let him. why did he do it? why did I let him do it?
On the way home I started crying as he was holding my hand. I acted like I was sleeping. it's my fault I let him. I couldn't stop him. Maybe if I was stronger, louder, or maybe weaker? quieter? Why did I let him do it?