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I was friend with a guy who would be abusive and then try to hoover me back with things along the line of "I'm sorry, I failed, I wasn't strong enough to give you what you wanted, I don't seem to be good for you, I am the problem" - you get the idea. At first, I believed him and tried to meet him halfway then realized it was a pattern.
The thing is I cannot relate to that kind of narrative in the sense that, if something overwhelms me, I would rather have a clear line of communication with the person rather than become abusive and then apologize in a "I'm sorry I have been an asshole to you, it's bc I am not strong enough" way.
I am not asking you to armchair diagnose him with anything but I want to know if it is a narrative that can be found within NPD?
If so, can you explain the logic behind it? What is he trying to "achieve" by talking about himself in a way that makes him appear weak and hope you'll forgive him for that.
As a side not, I'd like to add that when he says that, it feels like hard to believe bc he does not actually think of himself as a failure. Or if he does then I have to highlight the fact that most of the time, he acts like he doesn't: he keeps insulting everyone and say that he would do things better. He is obsessed with his vision of justice, he has road rage (everyday he would go to work he would complain and drain my energy). For ex, he called the cops once to complain about a specific car for a minor issue (I mean they still broke the law to his defense but he couldn't let it go). One of his "dream" job was to be detective or in the police, in the army and recently, in politics. Keep in mind he is naive about a lot of things when it comes to politics and abusive, he would not last a day in those jobs as he is the kind of person who seem to trigger men with the same ego issues (or who have a fetish for bullying weaker men) in those places (his therapist agrees with me on this) - he already got "bullied" before during an internship, he is an easy target, super shy and afraid of confrontation (but like I said, don't be fooled, he is just as abusive, expect he only feels confident enough to do so with people who love him, for ex he told me once he finds it easier to have anger burst with me and his mom bc he knows he does not risk anything since he can be comfortable with us)

Ska börja tradea på IG efter några månader av demo trading och back-testande.
Hittar absolut ingenstans vart man kan sätta både SL och TP på en position. Att sätta bara SL eller TP går bra. Men båda verkar inte gå.
Har testat en stop-limit order men den fungerade inte.
Om jag först lägger en stop-order för att sälja om den når trigger-priset, går det sen inte att lägga en limit-order för att sälja om den når min TP.
Jag har sökt på IGs hemsida men hittar inget som löser mitt problem.

Hi everyone! <3
I'm currently working away at my victorian frock coat and I'm quite happy with the body, but I'm running into some issues regarding the sleeves. They currently don't allow for a lot of lift at all, and I essentially can't move my arms forward at all, leaving me entirely unable to move comfortably in my coat. I suspect they're pitched too far backwards (this is just based on what I've read so far and that the sleeve doesn't crease when I have my arms further back than what feels natural, but could very well be wrong) but it's also cut very much like a modern men's suit sleeve, which I suspect is also not correct for this type of coat. Are there any other reasons that might cause this? The sleeves don't feel tight but the coat body itself is cut to be somewhat snug, though does not feel too tight either!
I have also decided to remake the sleeves entirely, and would ideally like them to provide as much mobility as possible, and I've read somewhere that pivot sleeves could help with that? Is there anything else I need to keep in mind? Since I'm still quite new to historical sewing I would love some input, and would be incredibly grateful if anyone has any advice or resources for sleeve drafting/sleeve patterns I could buy and alter! Thank you all so much in advance :-)

As the title says, whats your go to pockets for storing different items when in trousers, jeans, etc. I’m curious to see what other men do as where i’m from it’s usually the same as how I do it. Personally, this is my chosen configuration: Front Right - Phone and headphones Front Left - Wallet and comb Back Left - loose change, receipts and other non-important items I may collect over my journeys Back Right - keys

I've just completed my re-read of all of Stormlight in anticipation of the WaT coming out later this year. To say I'm excited for the new book would be an understatement.
Throughout my time reading Sanderson's works (Stormlight first then Mistborn Era 1+2, then everything else), I had largely considered Rhythm to be the weakest of the Stormlight series, with rating being something like Oathbringer as a 9.5, WoK a 9, Words of Radiance 8, Rhythm 7.
On my re-read however my view of Rhythm improved markedly and several of the issues I had originally seemed to fall away:

1. Kaladin repeats his storyline from the first two books.
2. Navani's storyline with Raboniel felt like lore dumping instead of the slow trickle discovery that worked so well in the Way of Kings
3. Venli's flashbacks are so boring that Eshonai actually just takes them over.
4. Szeth straight up murdering Taravangian is just written off by Dalinar, etc.
5. Kal's big 4th ideal moment is so convoluted they need to bring in time-slowing, speaking across continents and is separated by so many other moments that it loses all tension of Kal falling after Lirin

1st: The first was my biggest complaint. I had always thought Kaladin just replays his arc from the first novels, but on re-read, he is actually learning to grow beyond his old coping mechanism: his men and Bridge 4. Needing to fight and protect them was the identity he created to deal with being enslaved and watching of his squad being murdered by Amaram, but he's growing past that now.
2nd: On re-read I really really appreciated the Navani-Raboniel relationship more and feel like I glossed over this too fast in my first read. Raboniel ends up being a great character and a very interesting looking at someone utterly desperate to escape the prison of a life she is placed in by this eternal war. Navani's appreciation for her near the end after ending her daughter's life and her scenes with Moash were after all.
3rd: Conversely, this one seemed to be an even stronger take than before. Venli's chapters really just felt insufferable to me. I realize her story is about the awful things that happen with a literal child being forced to be responsible for the survival of her people, but her storyline just doesn't feel believable, especially the scenes in Kholinar where she just does everyone's bidding while igniting a war that effectively dooms multiple nations.
4th: This one....really doesn't make sense to me. I hope this is something addressed in WaT, but Szeth walked into Taravangian's room and just murdered a prisoner. We the reader know that Taravangian escaped and took up the shard of Odium, so never actually died....but Dalinar in the Radiants legitimately thing he murdered an elderly prisoner in cold blood with no authorization or process of justice. Dalinar immediately sending him on a mission to Shinovar with Kaladin seems insane given these circumstances.
5th: On re-read I liked this scene much more than I did in my original read, but I feel like it was just overdone so much. Dalinar's forgiveness scene in Oathbringer I think was the perfect template for Kaladin falling through the storm. It would have been better for him as a character to overcome his unwillingness to say the Fourth Ideal on his own, but even if he needed Dalinar to help him, then it would have been better to keep his entire falling plot within a single chapter instead of chopping it up so much. The constant jump cuts really ruined the tension of his fall and his return.
That was really just a stream of consciousness on the books as I finished them, but a few theories I have:

1. Kaladin is re-walking the same paths that Tanavast walked long in the past. In WoKs Kaladin almost ends his life at the HONOR chasm, presumably where Honor was splintered. The Stormfather later tells Dalinar that Tanavast loved humans and died protecting them. My guess would be Tanavast made a promise to protect both the Singers and the Humans, and was torn apart trying to honor both of those promises much like Kal was during WoR trying to protect Elhokar while also agreeing to help his murderers. More on this right below.
2. In Mistborn era 1, we are continually led to believe Vin will be the Hero of Ages, but in the end Sazed takes up both shards to form Harmony. Scadrial at the time was plagued by so many environmental disasters that the person to take up the power of the shards needed to be wise enough to use the power to remake the world itself: a task that Vin would have been incredibly ill suited for. I think a story conclusion is very similar in Stormlight, the true problem Roshar faces is the cycle of eternal war that destroys the planet and its people of both Singer and human descent. The person to eventually take up Honor / Odium / Cultivation etc. must be someone who can legitimately bring an end to the war and find a way to peacefully coexist. Kal so far seems like the best example, Dalinar is intent on leading the Radiants as a military force to oppose Odium directly, while Kal has had significant time with the Singers and humans of every kind, and he sees them as no different from each other.
3. Odium's offer to Dalinar near the end of the book, where the contest of champions is hashed out seems to have some spoilers: Odium: "Though I will be able to focus my attentions on sending agents to the rest of the Cosmere, using what I've conquered here as enough for now." as an addendum to the terms Dalinar demands if he wins. In Mistborn Era 2 we see two groups that are agents of Odium (the Skybreakers and the Iriali) operating on Scadrial. This seems like it indicates that Dalianr will be victorious and Odium will focus on sending agents to other planets and systems.
4. Dalinar: "I intend to be my own champion, I'll have died if you win." Odium "Yesssss, you will have. And you will give your soul to me. You Dalinar will join the Fused. You will become immortal." Human Fused are confirmed then. Who do we know wanted to become immortal and was generally a huge asshole who caused most of these problems? Gavilar. My pet theory is Gavilar will be Odium's champion when it is revealed that Odium made him a Fused after Szeth killed him. Gavilar being Odium's champion is a great explanation for why we start every single book looking at Gavilar through a different perspective in the prologues and will be a great emotional moment for Dalinar to face off against Gavilar one final time. No one else seems like it will have the same emotional weight as Gavilar, bringing a random Fused we've never heard of to get stomped by Dalinar would be anti-climatic while Gavilar could be an excellent twist for the series with lots of pontential foresadowing left to us in the prologues.

Monster wall of text, but just tons of thoughts as I just finished the novels again yesterday.

Before I start I just wanted to say this is my first post here, I'm glad there is a sub for black men to talk about their issues, thoughts and feelings. Now I just wanted to ask how are your fitness journeys going, as of today I started going back to the gym after a massive break and a huge weight gain. It was a struggle to go back but I didn't and felt good about it, I only did 30-40 minutes but it was a start for me. Are you guys struggling with health/weight issues, did you overcome them, how long did it take? It would be cool to have weekly check-ins and see how we're all doing as it's a difficult thing to get your weight in check and we all need support in it.

I sat in our dark bedroom, the computer screen glaring with a harsh, white light. A banner flashed before my eyes: “Seek wisdom by understanding yourself.”
“Chloe, check this out,” I called over my shoulder to my girlfriend playing The Sims on her laptop.
She glanced up, her brow furrowing in confusion before giving me a bemused look. “What the hell are you looking at?” she asked.
“It’s some cult,” I replied, unable to hide my fascination. “I fell down a rabbit hole and found this local place downtown. It's a derivative of Aleister Crowley and Golden Dawn bullshit.” I pointed to the Google Street View image of a dilapidated storefront in an ethnic shopping center.
She smirked, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “I never pegged you as the religious type.”
“Check this out,” I continued, clicking through the site. “They have some photos.”
We spent some time going through the albums celebrating various solstices. Most were taken in an odd room with black and white checkered floors, adorned with Egyptian pseudo-artifacts, bathed in the glow of red and purple lights that transformed the scene into a surreal dreamscape.
The people certainly had an alternative vibe. Tattoos were plentiful, but other than that they looked like they came from all different walks of life. Many of them looked like they had their fair share of bullying in high school - no shortage of that. But most of them looked relatively normal aside from the occasional piercing.
One photograph in particular caught my eye. A woman, sitting in a bright red room, sat on an altar, holding a staff in her right hand, wearing nothing. A man was kneeled before her, his arms tied behind him, rope anchored to the ceiling. They were sliding a knife down his back, a small trickle of blood dripping to the floor.
“Damn,” Chloe started. “She’s butt-ass naked.”
“You wanna go?” I asked. “They’re having a get together tonight.”
“You know what, fuck it. Why not? It’s not like we’re doing anything.” she replied.
“Good,” I smiled, standing up. “Because I already ordered an Uber.”
She sighed before opening a drawer and pulling out a small pipe. “I’ll go, but i'm not going sober.”
It was a cold, shitty Seattle winter night. We got dropped off in the parking lot and spent a few minutes looking for the storefront. We finally found it next to a dog groomer and Pho restaurant with some pun for the name I can’t seem to remember.
We entered the shop, which consisted of two narrow isles separated by wood shelves barely big enough for me to fit down. We spent some time looking at the various items, my attention diverting to a vial of elk blood. I remember wondering if they were even allowed to sell this without some type of medical certification they definitely did not have while Chloe shuffled through a bowl of mix and match crystals.
“Can I help you?” I heard a woman say from the back as she emerged from a beaded curtain. She was a short, overweight woman wearing what I could only describe as a sports bra and hula skirt.
“Hi, uh,” I stuttered. “I’m George and this is Chloe. We’re here for the… winter solstice celebration?”
“Oh, goodie! Newcomers!” she said with an out of place, overjoyed expression as she clapped her hands. Chloe and I laughed nervously.
“The door is in the back, but you can come through here just this time.” she said with a smile, arm holding the beaded curtain open.
We walked through a dark hallway, somehow more cramped than the shop, into a rather large room. A gaggle of people were huddled in the back, which Chloe and I quietly shuffled into.
A bearded man paraded around the room, white robes and red headdress cascading into a cloak, knuckles adorned with several large rings gripping a spear, held vertically in front of him. Behind him, another bald man, white robes and yellow cloak, followed behind, white sleeves crossed over his chest.
I glanced at Chloe’s bloodshot eyes, THC clearly flowing through her system. I gave her a knowing look, as if to say Having fun yet? She returned a slow smile.
Without warning, the entire crowd clapped their hands together over their heads as a woman in blue robes walked past, waving a censure leaking white smoke. We awkwardly followed to match the group.
The blue curtains on the back wall opened to reveal an older Asian woman sitting perched on the altar I saw in the photos, again, completely naked. And before you ask, no. She wasn’t attractive. It’s never the ones you hope it is. The red robed man kneeled down and softly kissed her knees.
I glanced back at Chloe. Her smile was so big I was afraid she was going to laugh at any moment. I pinched her on the side and whispered into her ear “Do. Not. Fucking. Laugh”. Honestly, I think I just made it worse. Her face turned beet red as she bit her cheeks.
The ritual went on for another half hour or so. They must’ve said “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law” at least a dozen times.
We were getting kind of bored and were ready to leave before the woman in the blue robes wandered in with a caged chicken.
"No fucking way" I thought. Surely enough, the man in the yellow robes held the chicken high in the air, before slitting its throat and draining blood into a large metallic basin. The man winced as the chicken flailed violently, scratching up his arms, before eventually succumbing to blood loss.
One by one, each person there stood between a white and black pillar saying love and intention in Greek before eating a piece of something, taking a sip of blood, and saying “There is no part of me that is not of the Gods.”
Chloe and I hung back, and politely declined when our turn came. Once all was said and done, they busted out some alcohol and started celebrating. We slipped out into the street, bursting out laughing. After we finally collected ourselves, Chloe whipped out her phone and showed me she took dozens of pictures of the ritual.
We laughed our asses off the entire way home. First thing she did was open her laptop and post the pictures on Twitter, tagging the lodge with the caption “me and the boys chilling right now”.
We returned to the usual rhythm of our lives. I went to work, conducting meetings and answering emails, while Chloe went back to her classes. A few days later, Chloe checked her Twitter and saw that she had gained a few thousand likes. The whole ordeal became a running joke between us.
I would eat fruit snacks and sip on my soda, saying, “There is no part of me that is not of the Gods”. A few weeks later, we had mostly forgotten about it, except for the occasional recounting as a funny story to regale our friends.
One night while Chloe and I were spending our evening the usual way with me on the computer and her on her laptop, I felt her furiously tap my shoulder while staring wide eyed at the window. Confused, I took my headphones off and walked over, pulling back the curtain to reveal 6 people standing in black robes and animal masks watching us from the hillside.
“What do we do, should I call the cops?” Chloe whimpered.
“No, they’re just a bunch of larpers. They’re not going to do shit! Just trying to scare us.” I said angrily as I closed the blinds and hopped back on my computer.
Chloe sat there for a few minutes in a tense pose with her arms folded together. She went to double check the door was locked, before we continued our night as normal.
The next day I got a text from Chloe frantically telling me to come home immediately. When I arrived, there was a squad car parked outside our building. I ran up the stairs to see two officers standing by Chloe in the doorway. I nearly shouted asking what was going on. They lead me inside to show me a massive black symbol drawn on our wall, a six-pointed star made from one continuous line.
We finished our police report and they told us they’d get back to us if they find anything. I’ve been robbed often enough to know that means they’re going to forget about this before they’ve even gotten back into their squad car.
Furious, I stormed over to the shop and banged on the window. The hula skirt woman came over and cracked the door open just enough for me to see one of her eyes.
“What the fuck do you think your little posse is doing!?” I screamed at her. “Breaking into my apartment like that!? You all are fucking psychos!”
“I haven’t any idea what you’re talking about”, she said with a sly grin.
“Oh, yeah?” I said pointing a finger in her face. “If anyone tries any shit like that again I’m going to burn your goddamn shop to the ground, do you hear me?”
She looked at the ground, clearly nervous. I have never blown up at a stranger like this but I could tell my threats were working.
After a moment of silence I stormed off again, back towards home.
“You meddle with forces you do not understand!” she called out from the shop.
I picked up a glass bottle from the sidewalk and chucked it, smashing against her shop window, forcing her to close the door and disappear into the shadows. I’m not particularly proud of how I behaved in this moment, but unless you’ve had someone break into your home and draw shit on the walls, hold on to your judgment.
The next few days passed without so much as a peep from them. Chloe and I began to relax, convincing ourselves that the cult had been scared off. Life seemed to be returning to normal, and the unsettling incident became just another story.

So I was fat since 6 years old ( because my genius mom was so worried about me being thing and started cooking everything in ghee and over fed me that year ). Fat stayed on despite my life being mildly chaotic after 7 years of age and even periods of not eating properly missing meals cause mom was ill never helped. I never truly lost weight until I was 9 and went to boarding school ( where we had lots of activities) and after a few months and lots of diarrhoeas, I lost 5 to 10 kgs but was still overweight. Then I got pneumonia, became a long term asthmatic and couldn’t be active much making me gain more. Then the next boarding school had less physical activities sadly and more mental stress which kinda made me gain a bit more . By the time I was yanked out of boarding school and thrown back into living with my dysfunctional parents , I basically went back to my original BMI. Never truly ate much however which is what pains me although I was not aware enough to learn about calories and blindly followed my mothers weird dieting and exercising advice. Immigration don’t help one bit and I gain 6 kgs ( which has been constantly fluctuating around 5 years) . Then my doc advised losing 6 kgs at least to prevent any health complications. My health checks on the other hand is perfect. In fact my cholesterol level is very healthy apparently according to my doc 😳. Just that lack of exercise makes me more breathless and I am determined to change that.
So my immediate goals are losing upto 5 kgs and developing aerobic which might put me in a healthier BMI but won’t make me not fat either (I am 95 kgs , 171 cm / 5’5” ).
My mom is upset that I am not taking up her offer on personal trainer and dietician because I think gives bad advice and only find folks who agree with her ideas. But the bigger question is why do I need to ? Sure health is a reason but my mom is a horrible chain smoker as it is ( second hand smoking from her created my asthma in first place). She gets really really mad even if just ask her not to smoke at home or cut back so I find her very hypocritical. And my health reasons are not even related to weight. However she is just frustrated that her AM proposals for me has not worked out even in first phase ( We think the boy saw my pics and said no) .
Slowly I realised I don’t want to live with a person in a relationship since I am a very private person. Plus sex is quite easy to get if that’s what one needs and friendship is better. Dating and marriage prospects may increase if I lose 20 kgs along with gaining points for pretty privilege ( which also has its limits especially in more advanced societies) . But I am already 28 and last thing I wanna do is cater to men especially since I am bisexual. I also think given how my default body is fat, I should not even consider a person who cannot be attracted to fat people lest I gain all that weight back.
What do you think about my rationale?

I used to play with my grandmother and Mother when I was young and into teenage years. Grandmother was a low key hustler on the course and while she was an award winning golfer, the old men she schooled only learned that later.
She set me up, as like most kids would be, with minimal clubs. While I had to take some close tees, I could play the course pretty well, for a kid. Fast Forward 25 years, and I'm in a position where I can afford to get back into the game.
I'd like to build a half bag of used clubs and devote this year to getting some mechanics, game theory, and confidence down, and decide what direction to go moving forward.

• Aside from a couple lessons, and a good amount of practice, what can I do to make up for lost time? What's the best way to find a coach/pro?
  
• Is my plan to build an affordable small bag realistic, or will finding a full cheap set really helps? (The nostalgia of carrying just a few clubs in an old leather bag is appealing to me, but realistically I can see needing 7 or 8 clubs, I'd like to not over complicate it)
  
• I'm extremely competitive, what is a realistic score I should be shooting before attempting to get into leagues? Yes I understand handicaps and improving players are assets to teammates.
  
• Any other advice, equipment recs, words of wisdom, jokes at my expense?
  

I need to escape a neighbour who has now made multiple threats against me. My flat is up for sale and has had quite a bit of interest and viewings booked. I keep looking on Rightmove but I'm not really seeing anything much to suit. Maybe I am looking on the wrong website or in the wrong areas or maybe the housing market is just completely fucked, who knows.
I need:
1) A bath 2) A reliable public transport commute to Glasgow (a bit of a walk or even cycling part of the way is no issue though) 3) A private garden, which I can grow things in (at least eventually) 4) Peace and quiet
Budget = ???
I think I should get around 45k from my flat, I have 15k saved, and I could potentially borrow an large amount off the back of my £25k p/a software engineering job. Unfortunately my current contract is only until 31/05/25, so over-extending myself could well result in massive financial downfall.
One thing in favour is I only need to be in the office once a week, so a long commute is not too much of an issue. Being within striking distance of Edinburgh would really help my job-search a lot though.
TIA for any tips/info/leads

Tl;dr - My boyfriend broke up with me to see a man and explore his sexuality and I also started seeing another guy casually but still wanted to be with my ex. After having sex with the casual guy, my ex says he never wants to be together again. I feel very guilty. What should I do?
Please bear with me and read the whole thing as it is gonna be long. But I really need some good advice. I’m (28F) in a major pickle in my life and everything seems to be falling apart. I’ve had a very healthy and beautiful relationship of 3 years with this guy who has been my childhood bestfriend(29M) . He moved countries last year to settle his life and we had been going the distance ever since. Much like every long distance relationship we did have our challenges but we pretty much overcame all of them until one day he said he cannot give me an assurance to marry me because his life there is haywire and he doesn’t wanna marry until his career is settled. While this felt hurtful to hear after all these years, I was very understanding and mindful of his situation and told him to focus on his work and that I would wait around until he is ready. I was even ready to move countries for him if it came to that. Then one day he tells me he wants to explore his sexuality and would like to date other men and asked me if it was okay with me if he did that. I did know about his bicurious sexuality and told him to explore it if it’s something he needs to do. He started seeing a guy and didn’t tell me about it for 20 days, because he wasn’t comfortable to do so. I was very very hurt because it felt like he cheated on me but I still let go of it. After seeing this guy for a 1-2 months he tells me our relationship is emotionally burdening him and wants to break up with me to focus on his career n life there. It shattered me and more so because he was still dating that guy and living him time n attention that he said he didn’t have for me. Even after the breakup we were very much in touch and were speaking everyday. It got very hard for me to deal with my emotions and I couldn’t understand the reason for breaking up or the fact that it doesn’t bother him at all. All through this I kept telling him that I want him and the day he wants me I’ll come running back to him. He still gave me no assurance of getting back. 4 months later I decided to distract my mind from these thoughts as they were only making life worse for me. I decided to go out and look for someone to date. Just to keep my mind off my ex and to get rid of my loneliness. I met a really nice guy that I quite like. We instantly connected and things have been going quite well with him. It’s been 3 months we have been seeing each other and through this entire process I’ve told him about my situation and that I still haven’t properly moved on from my ex and the fact that we still talk everyday. I even honestly told my ex that I’m seeing this guy and he voiced his discomfort with this as well although he said that he will try to get over it as he wants to be understanding of my situation. I still assured him that things with the new guy are only casual and I still only want him if at any point he wants to get back. He still couldn’t give me any assurance on that front. And he was still seeing that man he left me for. I actually had sex with the new guy after 3 months because I wanted to take things slow to be very sure of everything that I was getting into and not regret it later. I did inform my ex that I’m gonna sleep with the new guy but again it is going to be casual and only for fun. Right after I slept with him my ex sends me a message saying he never wants to get back with me and the fact that I chose another man over him despite him sharing his discomfort is a very sadistic act from my end and I purposely hurt him. He kept drawing parallels on how I could cheat on him and what a shameful act I’ve done. My life has come crashing after this and I don’t know what to feel or say anymore. I thought we were on the same page and I still really want to make things work with him. While I do know that I did nothing wrong but I still feel very very very guilty for hurting him and regret sleeping with the new guy. I’m okay to call things off with the new guy but my ex says he’s very sure he doesn’t wanna get back with me ever. I am so confused about what I should do. Should I continue seeing the new guy, or leave him and wait for my ex and try to resolve everything with him. Or move on altogether. I still can’t imagine a life without my ex given our history and past.

I made this post https://www.reddit.com/Adulting/s/IiLza9D2tO
And i got absolutely flamed for saying its weird that a man would let his wife wear a sports jersey with another mans name on the back. There were even married men commenting they let their wife do anything they want.
Are most non muslims like this or just reddit users?

We long for the return of our savior, especially as the world seems to become more evil. Times are tough and how we wish there was relief in the return of Jesus Christ. Let me give you another perspective on why I stopped wishing and proclaiming this in my life.
2 Peter 3:9 “The Lord is not slack concerning His promise, as some men count slackness, but is longsuffering toward us, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.”
Imagine going on a journey just you and Jesus. The car is prepped , the tunes are ready. Jesus and you are waiting in the driveway. You’re waiting for your sister, your brother, your father, your mother , aunts, uncles, cousins etc. they are inside , taking their time, watching tv, not dressed, not ready, some are napping and others are drunk and passed out. But you in your selfishness tell Jesus to just leave them. The more I understand the word the more I understand Gods patience with man. We must have a similar patience and trust God that he will leave with the maximum amount of people as he can. Slowly they will trickle out of the house and join you but we must have his patience and be on his time. We have to get out of the car and go back inside and guide your friends and family out of the house and into the presence of God. Let’s not forget this brothers and sisters. God Bless !

Author’s note : Everything’s free to use and monetize or paywall as you wish, just remember to credit me please. As I’m not a native English speaker, you can feel free to make slight changes to make it better, as long as it doesn’t change the whole story of course.
Summary, listener’s perspective : Now it’s time to put the plan to execution. Your brother and mother are already gone and it’s your turn to go with your captain. You have no choice but to trust her and hope that everything will be fine. You just need a little luck.
[ ] = stage directions
** = sound effects
Alright. Your brother and mother are gone. Let’s hope everything goes well for them…
Yes. I’m nervous. And scared. I’m not used to caring about my prisoners.
Well… They’re… Your family, so I care. Because I care about you. A lot. You know that now… don’t play dumb with me. I know you’re not. You know exactly what you’re doing.
No, I don’t mean I don’t trust you. You know what you want and you get it. And I admire people like that.
Yeah, I do the same.
Are you ready? We have to go at some point…
Good, stay close to me until we get to the brothel, then you’ll follow Aly. You’re both going to go directly to my office, I gave her the key to it.
[They’re going out the cabin, walking on the deck and boarding the boat]
*door’s opening/closing\*
*chatting sounds\*
*footsteps on wood\*
*waves sounds\*
Some of us are staying on the ship, always. We’re pirates after all. We can’t really trust our “colleagues”… But don’t worry, we’re taking turns guarding the ship until we go to sea again.
Aly, when we get to the brothel, find Miss Eve and take her with you to the office.
She’ll protect you if I can’t stay with you.
Ohhh She’s really feisty! She can handle most of the men herself. I couldn’t leave a place like that to a softy. She’s strong, you’ll be safe with her until I get there.
Because I’m pretty sure I’m going to be stopped by someone. And most likely Mister Rolland after what happened at sea. I’ll try to avoid him, but it’s usually really hard to do.
[They arrived at shore and speaker is helping listener get off the boat]
Here, take my hand. Be careful.
Alright.
*Deep breath\*
Let’s do this.
*louder\* Boys! Let’s have some fun! As always, first round is on me!
Ready, princess?
Just keep walking next to me. My men will stay all around and make some noise. As per usual…
They love the sea, but they’re always happy to go back to town from time to time.
Are you nervous?
That’s really sweet of you, but if I have to fight Rolland myself I don’t think I’ll win, especially with my injury.
Oh your family?
Don’t worry, I’ll have some of my men report back to me as soon as they’re safe. They went way before us. They might already be at my place. We’ll know soon enough.
Yeah… It’s not really a nice town like the ones you can find back in your country… But we built it ourselves. It might not be much or fancy… But everyone here is proud of it. We all contributed to it. And maybe one day, it might be an important place for everyone and not just pirates.
Maybe not a dream, but a hope yes. I mean… My first goal, dream, is something else. But once I’m done with it. Yeah, making this place thrive might be my second goal, if I lived through the first goal…
Honestly… I don’t expect to outlive it…
We’ll see… Let’s focus on the moment for now. We’re here.
So Stay close and follow Aly if I ever get stuck with someone.
*Door’s opening\*
*Loud chatting/laughing…\*
[Staff is greeting the speaker]
Hi.
Hey how are you?
Good. Is everything ok here?
Great, where’s Miss Eve?
[Staff saying they’ll get Miss Eve]
Thank you.
Let’s get moving.
…
*sigh\* Mister Rolland.
Yeah. Nice to meet you too.
Of course I’m alright. Why wouldn’t I be?
It was nothing. Your concern is touching. Are you getting soft?
Oh well, I guess I’m better than you at finding those bastards.
Don’t worry, I’ll always think of you if I ever find another one. I know how blood thirsty you can be.
[Miss Eve is coming]
Ah Miss Eve, let’s do our usual report. Good evening Mister Rolland.
What do you want to talk about?
I see… Well, I’m sure it can wait until tomorrow…
*sigh\* Alright, Miss Eve, please wait for me at my office, I’ll be here in a moment. Aly go with her, I’ll be quick.
Yes Mister. I still have this kid. She’s very useful and never complains.
I know what you think of it. I don’t need your opinion about how I handle my crew.
Who?
What new girl?
Oh her? We got her on a ship we raided. She seemed eager to live, so I brought her to see if she’ll work for me here.
Yeah. Sure. Maybe you’ll get her next time.
If you don’t, you know how my next interview went. So now, if you will excuse me. I have a lot of things to do.
I’m a business women Rolland. Of course I have a lot to supervise when I get back here. And I don’t want to spend days here, I’ll expect to finish the brothel report tonight so I can do my estate report tomorrow. So I’ll keep going if you’re done.
What now?
She’s not on the menu yet.
I said no. Come back tomorrow to see if she’s available.
I know you’re not used to people telling you no, but I promise you, you don’t want to mess with me here.
Great. So now, enjoy your evening. I’ll have Misty take care of you as a gift later.
Mmh.
[Speaker going up to her office]
*foosteps\*
*door’s opening/closing\*
Alright. It’s done.
How are you all?
Good good. Thank you Miss Eve. Did Aly explain to you what’s happening?
Great, we’ll take care of our business quickly so you can go back there. I’ll promise Rolland some time with Misty for the evening if you please.
I know… But I need him relaxed… I might have made him a little on edge…
I’ll cover the expense. Don’t worry about that.
What news? What did he say?
Great, so your mother and brother are safe at my place. You’ll get reunited with them most likely tomorrow.
You can get comfortable now Princess, we’ll stay here for a few hours. I’ll send someone to tell your family you’re safe too.
Yeah Miss Eve… Kind of… As long as Rolland is here, a risk is always present…
Have Misty tell us when he’s leaving.
Thank you Miss Eve.
Aly, get us some food and drinks. We still have a lot of stuff to work on…

I’ve never done this before so bear with me. Backstory – I M35 and my brother M23 have a big age gap so we grew up in very different lifestyles. We have always been close, and I loved having a little brother when I was younger, but we didn’t really become close friends until he was near an adult. When I say that we grew up in very different lifestyles I mean that I grew up with my parents getting divorced, and my mom marrying a new person my step father. Soon after that my brother was born. I always wanted a little brother, just ask my little sister lol. He was really the glue that kept me wanting to be around, and be a part of the family as I was not always the best behaved teenager especially with my stepfather. As I grew and my stepfather did we also became close. Looking back now we can both admit our faults for him inheriting a 12 year old and being a first time parent to me also having my bio father still around. My younger brother was always the glue that made me want to have a better relationship with our family. My brother has never known anything else besides the family unit that we still have today. I left the area to go to college, and chose to follow my passion for a career which unfortunately put me in a situation where I was struggling financially and moving a lot. He went to the local college and lived at home. He wanted to be a lawyer, and didn’t want to leave home.
Now when it came time to add people to our family (spouses) we also went different routes. I wanted to wait til I was in a financially stable point in my life before I proposed to my girlfriend (now wife), and my brother got married very young to his high school girlfriend just as he was graduating college. I only bring this up because they got engaged not long after we did, and before our wedding. He told me and my fiancé at the time about it, and we were very surprised. Not because he was going to propose, but because he had never lived anywhere except out parents house even thru college, and his girlfriend at the time also never didn’t live under her parents roof. That’s really where this kicks off. My brother was suppose to graduate and go to law school anywhere he wanted with my parents support, but he was feeling pressure from her family. Everyone tried to tell him to take his time, and no hurry to get married. This is opposite of his girlfriends family who all got married young including her siblings (most divorced as well), and they were feeling the pressure so they got married right away. My wife who has meshed super well with my very large family was a little annoyed at this, but I reminded her that my brother was one of the sweetest people, and means no harm whatsoever. She agreed as she had a very good relationship with both of my siblings. The first issue that came up was apparently my fiancé not asking my brothers girlfriend (soon to be fiancé) to be one of her bridesmaids. Nobody expected her to be asked apparently except her and my brother. He on the other hand was my best man. My wife however is a very loud, outspoken, and relatable person who wears her heart on her sleeve so she fit extremely well in my big Italian-American family. My brothers wife however is the opposite, very quiet and could be a little awkward around big loud groups, which my family is. They had very little relationship, and my wife has a very small friend group so we had a small bridal party to begin with. So its not that they didn’t get along I just wouldn’t call them friends. After our wedding where my parents were extremely involved in every decision we made there was a contrast, and the first time where we noticed an issue. My brothers wife would never talk to my mother, and would leave her out of a lot of the wedding planning, which was hard for her because my mother and stepfather were fronting the bill. She would only communicate thru my brother, and caused a lot of tension with the family. Also during this time my sister was very pregnant, and thru my brother again was being made to feel very bad for missing the wedding because she had just given birth 2 weeks prior to the date. So there has been tension for the past couple years stemming from this, and a similar situation with their baby shower after they welcomed their first child. My mother, and my sister were very hurt, but never wanted to cause issues with my brother and his wife. The other tension stems from them making decisions with no regard for the outcome. Everyone tried to tell them not to get married so quick (they did), everyone told them to just wait til he was done with law school to buy a house (they did), everyone told them to not have kids until they were in a better place (they didn’t), and my parents have been helping them financially to make sure they survive. This has caused my parents to push back their retirement plans, and they don’t really get to see their grandson as much as they would like, because they have become much closer to his in-laws.
Now to the recent happenings, me and my wife decided that we wanted to start trying to have kids, and we struggled to do so. My wife was having previously unknown complications that made it hard for us to conceive. This was a struggle, but we worked together to make it happen. What made this all the crazier was that we found out she was pregnant the day after I had just gotten a new job. Crazy story, but I had to move immediately and leave my wife behind to follow in a couple months. We told everyone because we were so excited, and facetimed all of the family together to tell them. Similar to what my siblings did when they had their children, and my sister was also getting married and my wife was a bridesmaid so we did not want to steal any of their thunder during their wedding. There were little issues leading up to the wedding between my sister and my sister-in-law including them not liking their table and requesting my sister move them two days before the wedding. Because they were both bridesmaids and different personalities they butted heads a little bit, but nothing big. That is until I overhead my sister-in-law talking shit on my wife to some family friends, which pissed me off, but I didn’t make it a big deal. My wife was hurt, but not surprised. Also in the week of the wedding we found out that we were having a little girl (the first one), and everyone was very excited. Especially my wife. We didn’t make a big deal about it, but had an amazing time at my sisters wedding. Because of me having to travel back to work we left early the day after the wedding. What we didn’t know was that my brother and his wife were going to announce their 2^nd child the day after the wedding. We didn’t know, and they did a very elaborate announcement for my parents and my sister. What I got was a text message the next day to just let me know. My wife was extremely hurt by this, and I chose to confront him about it. Its hard enough for my wife to be by herself, pregnant and away from family, but she truly does view my family as hers. I chose to confront my brother about it, and what I got was a very half hearted apology, with petty shots about us not telling them we were having a girl but that was not the reason according to them that we were not included in the announcement. Now everyone is picking sides, and fighting about it. AITA?

I'm 19f in college there's this guy 20M in my college I had a crush on him (first year). We talked he used to flirt but then I realised that it's normal for him and I ain't the only one then he started liking one of my friend (she's not my friend now, because she lies a lot) anyways so I realised that he likes her because when we were studying she also came tho I didn't ask her to but idk why she was all dressed up and he kept looking at her that day I realised so I gave up and grew distant i stopped talking to both of them. I moved on then idk what happened between him she cheated of him (according to the rumours she was screwing his bestfriend) this was in 2nd year then that guy started dating another girl I was dating someone else too. Now back in present I'm in 3rd yr and I kept having fights w my ex-bf so we broke up it was not working for both of us it was Idr and we met only once that guy was older and toxic. So after 1 month of my breakup that guy randomly texted me on vacation "that I was wondering why we don't talk anymore" Anyways then our convo started on SC he flirted then I started flirting too and he said ki why didn't you stop me why did u give up in first year blah blah he said he likes me and all I was happy anyways we decided to meet went of a date at night (park) it was empty we started making out and then it I went to his flat and we had sex. Everything was fine he was acting very sweet he didn't force me or anything I thought we'll date. In the morning He dropped me to my place but from the next day in college he started ghosting me I even texted to meet but he said he's busy when I confronted then he said ki aisa kuch nhi h you are overthinking koi excuse de diya uss ne. Maine 2-3 baar pucha ki what's wrong again with some excuse he told me not to tell anyone about that night but after sometime everyone in my class got to know about it. I asked he said he didn't tell them. Why'd he tell people when he asked me not to? I'm very confused I stopped talking to him so he asked if everything was ok he even asked again me to chill ate him home I denied. I'm very confused pls keep your views so that I can get multiple povs.

Intro:
I just saw a post here every day about a lonely guy and his struggles in dating.
When I read it, the frustration, sadness, and despair are palpable. But since 63% of young men are single, and half of male university students are virgins, I can understand why these posters aren’t happy.
The majority of men are lonely.
While I cannot solve this very real societal phenomenon, I will try to put things into perspective.
After all, trite as it may sound, life is truly about much more than dating. We’ll talk about this later on.
Before we begin, I would like to sincerely dedicate this post to all of those people who carry a void in their hearts every day.
I truly hope that reading the following will bring you at least a little peace of mind.
This is something that you need to tell yourself every single day. Life coaches and toxic PUAs like Andrew Tate are telling you to run game on 5 women every day, but I'm telling you to tell yourself this 5 times a day:
It's not your fault.
This should be said and emphasized a lot more. I want you guys to completely digest this idea. It is important to keep reminding yourself of this truth. Once you truly understand this, you will have a much more peaceful mindset.
The situation you are in was forced upon you.
Genetic determinism is anathema to most people. You will always see the fortunate, the lucky people try to take credit for their living situations, but they won't acknowledge the opportunities they were given.
I want you to understand something: when people tell you "you can do it, you can do anything," they are not saying it for your benefit. They are saying it to gaslight you and feel better about themselves. It implies that if you fail, it was because of something you did wrong.
"You could've done it, but you didn't, so it's your fault."
Don't let people gaslight you.
You look at a guy like Jeremy Meeks, scum of the earth. This guy is the personification of luck. The guy made the wrong choices and decisions at every step of the way, and he still made it as a multimillionaire top model, all because of his looks.
He comes from a broken family, he's a criminal, robber, gangster, beat an underage kid to near death, drug dealer, weapons charges, you fucking name it. Yet, women are worshiping him, literally worshiping him.
I ask you this: how many mistakes is too many? 10? 20? 50?
When you are good-looking, no amount is too many. Anything is forgivable.
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"Anything is possible. Never give up. God's got a plan for you." - Jeremy Meeks
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Well, when you look like him, yeah, of course anything is gonna be possible.
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You look at a guy like Hunter Biden, drug addict and porn actor. Still, he's a board member of a nine-figure international investment firm. All because of his dad. All because he was lucky enough to be born into the Biden family.
You look at Elon Musk, richest guy on earth. He in turn comes from a dirty rich family that makes bank with him off of the backs of literal child slaves. His 80-year-old father made a child with his 30-year-old stepdaughter. Think about it, this guy was fucking 50 years old when he adopted that child.
These are morally bankrupt people, and yet you see the lives they are living.
You look at a guy like Bill Gates, whose classmates' parents literally bought a computer room for his high school during a time when even top U.S. universities didn't have computer rooms. Bill got to spend unlimited time with the latest and greatest computers as a child in the 1960s.
I am not saying Bill is dumb. Of course, you also need brains, but even intelligence is luck.
It's brutal how lucky you have to be in life. Not only do you need the smarts, but you need to be born in the right time and location into the right family. You think a smart kid who was born in a war-torn third-world country stands any chance?
Never.
Fucking never.
You gotta be lucky in this life. The most important factor governing success in life is luck. Looks will directly influence how you are treated by others from the day you were born, before you could even remember. Your neurotypicality, face, race, and height are paramount when it comes to how society will treat you (I have mountains of data at the above link, read it to see just how important these genetic factors are). This in turn shapes your personality.
Your intelligence, the opportunities you were born into, your gender; they are all important.
Even in the job market, just your gender influences your chances majorly.
Everything in life comes down to luck.
"Anything is possible, you can do anything."
No, you cannot do anything you want to in life, and it's not your fault. Genetic determinism and luck rule every aspect of your life.
You did nothing wrong.
So don't let anybody gaslight you.
Instead, don't be a free agent in life. Let the blackpill guide you.