Since I couldn't find anyone talking about this here on jis sub I want to discuss this with you folks.
I need to know if anyone of you gentlemen observes an indecisiveness during PMO phase. For example - when you constantly masturbate you can't think clearly and can't control decision making. one moment you want to become astronaut and another moment you want to play football (just a sort of example so you get my point)and the list changes so fast and frequently that all that happens is the times passes and your stay wherever you are.
But on the contrary, If you Retain your life force, your semen and stay committed and disciplined you have a good, firm control over your decision making.
I want to know your thoughts and experience over this.

I used to be a huge football fan for years, i used spend every Sunday at home watching from morning till night, listen to sports shows, keep up with roster changes and contracts, play fantasy football and more.
But in 2020 when there were no fans in the stands during games I realised none of it actually matters and the players are multi millionaires and its a little cringe to be fans of them and keep up with what they do in their job and screaming at a tv. You don’t get anything out of them winning or losing especially when you literally have zero control of the outcome
After i quit i got so much time back in my life to do other things and I wasn’t just sitting in my house every Sunday. I didnt stress about who wins in a game where people throw a ball, i could finally focus on my own life and my own personal problems.
Since i havent stopped watching i dont feel like ive missed out knowing anything, i only regret not quitting earlier

I want to get better at talking to people. People say that you are allowed to just go up to strangers in public and start talking, but this feels like a lie. I have always felt a bit like an alien :/
I am finishing up my first year as an EE major. I like math!
I like talking about politics, especially economics even if I disagree with someone.
I play a couple of video games, and I am kind of ass.
I have bad taste and music, and that is ok.
IDK, I'm not looking for anything in particular just hmu. Also, I'm straight, if that matters.

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I feel so stupid writing this and I don't even know why I'm sharing. I just feel like I need to get it out of my chest.
Growing up my(M22) father was very controlling, strict and abusive. Throughout my childhood and until I graduated from high-school I was not allowed to hangout with, text, call or even play online videogames with my friends.
In elementary school it was normal not to hangout after school, but in middle and high school all of my friends hanged out all the time, I've always begged my parents to let me see my friends, my mom always said that she has no word in this, and my father always refused. He never tried to come up with a reason it was always just a no.
I wasn't allowed to call or text my friends and I wasn't allowed to have any social media, at the time I was the only kid in my class to not have any social media.
My friends always thought that I just hated them or had other friends that I hanged out with, I was too embarrassed to tell them the truth. It was very isolating, especially during summer brakes, we never went on vacations and my father didn't like going out so I basically spent every single summer at home.
At high-school all of my friends had gotten closer with each other and were basically hanging out after school and texting everday. They didn't abandon me we still talked everday at school but I was never actually close with any of them.
I always felt like I wasn't "worthy" of being anyone's friend, like I kept thinking who would want me as a friend knowing that I'll never be able to de anything with them after school. And yeah maybe I was being dramatic. Yeah we had fun at school but I never actually felt like thier friend, they were friends and I was just a classmate.
I always felt inferior, and I think a lot of my self worth problems started at high school. People always made plans that didn't include me, even things that they were doing at school, I was never included. And I don't blame them, most of these plans were decided on after school and my friends didn't have any way to reach me so ofc I wasn't included.
In my last year of high-school I was finally allows to have a phone number and text or class friends it was nice. But that came too late and all of my friends have moved on to snapchat which I wasn't allowed to have. I still felt less isolated and more connected with my friends and we texted every now and then
After the graduation ceremony, all of my class were going to a nerby McDonald's for dinner, I begged my father to let me go but he refused and said that I can go "the next time".
Now I feel like I should've just ignored my father and went with them, but I was scared. My father never actually hit me, because as he says " I was too much of a cowered to disobey him". He's not wrong. I have so many memories of him beating my siblings until they bled or were unconscious, if he wasn't in the mood to beat them, he'd burn them. He would heat up a spoon or a knife at the stove and put it directly on to thier skin. Usually thier feet so people wouldn't notice it. So yeah I was scared. I was only 17 and a cowered.
I never saw most of my friends after graduation. I kept texting regularly until they took months to reply then I stopped.
I went to a community college in my hometown, didn't have any luck making friends there, then covid hit, and when we were back on campus i tried my best to make friends, and I had a couple of "friends" but we were just classmates you know? We'd hang out between class and work on projects together and that's it.
I still live with my parents but my father doesn't have control over me anymore, I wish if it was because I finally gather the courage to stand up for myself, but no he just doesn't care anymore, he says that his job was to "protect" me until I reach 18 and now it's my responsibility to "protect" myself.
You may ask why didn't I try and reconnect with my friends after I turned 18? I was ashamed. And yeah I blame my self for this and I always will. I still had self worth issues and was so ashamed to be like " hey! Let's hangout now that my father doesn't control me anymore". I felt like I was pathetic and that they were better off without me.
Ending this on a good note, last month one of my high-school friends reached out,( he's been reaching out regularly ever since we graduated ) I asked to meet him, he agreed. We talked for hours and I told him about the whole thing, he told me that he understands and that he wants to be friends again, and that he wishes that I did this sooner.
We've been hanging out every week now and playing a lot of videogames together, I keep wishing that I had thus when I was younger, but I'm still happy that I can have it now.
He suggested that I meet with all of our old friends, I Initially said that I needed some time, but I think I'm ready now.
After typing all of this and rereading it a couple of times, this whole situation feels so stupid. But it was all pretty serious and I felt so helpless at these times.
Again I'm not sure why I wrote this or what I'm expecting to gain out of this post, but thank you if you read through the whole thing.

 The necropolis was gorgeous, for what it was. Its white outer walls hiding the darker Victorian Gothic interior. The tech that was hidden in the walls though was able to move bodies in their caskets from a designated place in the necropolis to the "viewing area" as the necropolians called it. This was where I waited for my, for lack of a better term, escort to take me to the mortuary. Since science has grown surprisingly fast our abilities for forensic sciences have also grown, and that's to whom I was headed. (S)He was an, unusual (wo)man to say the least. An expert in their field and about as learned as a doctor, if not multi-doctorate. If you ever asked them why they never pursued an actual doctorate, they would get angry and act all prissy while saying that going to school would've slowed them down and all they needed were the basic certificates for their work. The reality though, revealed to me during a drunken bout, they just never liked school and believed that it ultimately stunted a person's growth and ability to question the reality around them, that everything that you need to learn is already in books and in some form or another in digital content online. They were brilliant, if a little wacky. About five minutes after I had arrived and was sitting down in the viewing area, a little box rolled up to me making a couple of beeps to let me know to follow it and immediately started rolling towards the wall opposite of where it came from. When it looked like it was about to hit the wall, a hidden door opened up by the casket viewer, inside was a set of stairs leading down into the darkness. Stepping through the doorway I became acutely aware of sounds seemingly coming from all around me suddenly. It really is impressive, as though I just stepped from a tomb to a busy workshop, the sounds of gas escaping pistons, whirring, and clanking chains flooded my ears. I continued down the stairs following my helpful little box, which despite its size and shape would suggest was actually quite nimble on the stairs. It seemed to have wheels that would extend down to the next step as the edge rolled over it and once the back of the box was clear of the step it would drop back into its squat position, hiding its wheels as quickly as possible. It continued to do so the entire way. The box seemed to notice me watching it and made a kinda shrill whistle and its undercarriage light went from a comfortable yellow to a, is that... Peach? Is it blushing? My god I think it is! I let out a small chuckle and my little blushing box stopped dead in its tracks mid-step, its light suddenly going white, almost blinding me from behind and lighting up the hallway for a split second. Luckily both of my feet were solidly on a step so I didn't take a tumble or anything, but I couldn't help doing anything but laughing harder. 

After a second the little box crept up behind me and continued down, its status light continuing to show pinkish. I followed it slowly, the chuckle slowly dying in my throat as we reached Ceriths office. Well "office" was being nice. Morgue, mortuary, both of these fit just as well. Cerith was, for the most part, a recluse. We reached the door and the little robot continued through a little hole in the wall. I waited a second and knocked. "Enter!" Came the voice on the other side. I opened the door and stepped through. Along one wall set doors that normally housed the dead waiting to be processed. One out of dozens were open, its occupant missing from its silver slab. The middle of the room was brightly lit from a single overhead light. In the middle of the circle of light stood a figure, long Raven colored hair bound in a single braided ponytail, the rest of them bound in medical examination garb. They seemed to be engrossed in the corpse in front of them. The little robot rolled up next to Ceriths feet and made a little chiming noise. "Thank you Tabitha. That'll be all," said a voice that was neither male nor female from beneath the mask. Just sort of in the middle. "Tabitha? Never knew you to be sentimental," I said gently, the chuckle in my voice making itself clear. "I see you still find even the darkest things funny," Cerith quipped back. "My line of work Cer, you take the laughs where you get them. Look who's talking anyway, you're usually elbows deep inside someone 25/8. Even you have a seriously fucked up sense of humor." That got Cerith laughing, sounding like thunder and the whip crack of lightning at the same time. "You've got me there Julius," Cerith said after his laughter subsided. I think he suits him today. Which is both a good and bad sign. When Cerith is acting like a man, it usually means some grim news, but they are going to try to make it seem like not a big deal and laugh a lot. Plus they almost never call me Julius. Something was wrong. Very seriously wrong. As this realization hit me I got this odd tingle in the small of my back. Like someone had put several freezing needles under the skin and into my spine, something I'm familiar with from the anima-games from the cyber sphere. Halos: Divine Retribution If I remember right. Those Angels were sadistic bastards. I shuddered at both the memories from the game and the shockingly similar feeling I was experiencing. Dread, that feeling is dread my friend, the quiet part of my mind whispered to me. "Cer, what's wrong bud," I asked. He didn't say anything. For a long time. After a few minutes I was about to ask again, but then he spoke. And what came out will haunt me, quite possibly till the day I die. "This ones temporal lobes are gray matter. Nothing even close to being coherent. Just. Dead neurons. And he's not the first." Gone was the jovialness of the past ten minutes. This was Cerith the whisperer. In an almost dead tone they continued, "the others didn't fare nearly as well as this one. Most of the brain is intact here, which means that if they didn't deliver a massive shock or something similar to fully kill him he would have possibly lived as a vegetable with memory issues, but that's not what I'm looking for in this one here now. Now I'm trying to figure out what else the others had in common with him, and so far that's brought up all but naught. Well this one has a bit of liver damage. But that's about it. So Mr John was a drinker. Not much there." When Cerith is "whispering" the best thing to do is just let him be. But I couldn't help but prick my ears up at mentions of others with similar wounds, and the fact that this one had liver issues.... "Cer. You said... CERITH," I finally snapped out and caught his attention mid ramble. "Thank you. You said liver problems. But nothing similar to the others? No drugs? Alcohol? Not even a synth brain-pattern? You checked Everything?" "Well let's see, John here was a drinker that's for sure," Cerith said his hands never ceasing their work as he started to put 'John' back together seemingly satisfied that he found nothing else, " Mr Lombardo in chest 3 had cocaine mostly, and Mr Lei in chest 9 had opium. Although to tell you where it came from for both I'd have to do a molecular analysis and see what it compares to. Other than that, no. Absolutely nothing connecting any of them. As far as I can tell they are all unique cases completely separate from each other except for the damages to the brain. And I only found this by accident. During a routine scan I happened to look at the screen as it passed through the brain and noticed an odd density in his temporal lobes. Just slightly higher than normal. Hell to be honest with you it had the density of a fresh cutie, you know those little oranges?" I nodded, and he continued, "Right of course you do, who hasn't? Anyways it's just super dense compared to the surrounding tissues, and I take a sliver probe and drop it in like you do. And when I turn the damn thing on to look at the neurons the area all I see are dead cells packed on top of one another. Not natural decay death, but forced to die. Most of the cell walls were torn open like they had blown up from the INSIDE. That's when I called you." He finished up with 'John' putting the final few perfect stitches in place and sealing him up for good. Once he seemed happy with his work he called out to his seemingly empty morgue, "Grom I'm done! Can you put Mr John Doe here back in his room? Number 11 if you please." He turned away from the body on the table and removed the giant rubber gloves that went to his elbows. He walked into the dark calling out over his shoulder, "I'll be back in a sec I gotta scrub out, want a drink? I have beer, whiskey, vodka, I might have some Cognac somewhere, and bourbon. Your choice, just call out what you want and Tabitha will be there with it. Also have a seat! We have much to discuss." With that he disappeared from both sight and sound in the dark. It was a neat trick I have to admit, and it had something to do with how he had his morgue set up. Even the giant war machine that was Grom was absolutely quiet unless you managed to catch him through the gloom. I thought for the longest time the reason why I could never catch him sneaking around was from some sort of stealth program put into place, but when he goes up and down those stairs he's as loud as can be. So it was definitely not his program but the way the morgue was built. I'm confident in saying that because when I turned back to look at the table, or rather where it was, there was now a chair that looked like it had just grown out of the floor and the body was gone. Also the thought of something as big as a fridge just sneaking up on some poor combatants and snapping their necks as quietly as he walks in the morgue just gives me the heebies. As I sat in the chair a thought occurred to me. Considering how advanced the morgue seemed to be it would make sense that it had some sort of AI or integrated computer. "Computer?" I had been here a million times but I'd never had a chance to think about it nor try anything. But not even a second after I had said anything a response came. "Yes Detective Julius. My name is DANNA. Or Dynamically Actualized Neural Net AI. How can I be of service?" The voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, slightly feminine and breathy, all service but no sex. Honestly I was just surprised that it worked. "DANNA, I was just wondering if I could take a look at the files that Cerith had mentioned? If it is as bad as they claim I think I might need to know anyway. Also if you can get those blood works done for me I'd appreciate it. Also something with whiskey or rum would be amazing." "Of course Detective. I will have Tabitha bring it shortly. And how would you like the information to be displayed? Desktop or dynamic?" That piqued my interest. "Dynamic please." No sooner than I had said a series of screens blinked into existence in front of me. It was some sort of Holographic display. I reached out and touched the display and was surprised that I got stopped by something. It was hard but surprisingly I found that I could push into the screen with my finger if I pushed hard enough. It kinda felt like... Oobleck. I also found that by pinching the corner I could pull the screens closer or further from me. I even found that I could grab individual pages of the reports off the screen and hold it. It felt like a thin sheet of plastic and responded like both a tablet and a singular document. If I switched pages the old one would appear back onto the screen and the next would pop onto it. This was about as slick a set up as I had ever seen and whistled my appreciation under my breath, I'm definitely going to have to ask Cerith about where they got DANNA from. "See something you like, big boy?" A very DEFINITELY female voice said in my ear from behind, soft and throaty, screaming come hither. I felt small dainty hands gently caress the tops of my shoulders before slipping down the front of my chest, pulling me back into the chair that I didn't realize I had been slouching in. "You know better than that, Jules. Your back is important and slouching will destroy the muscles and cause some to atrophy." The voice left no room for argument, and left me more than a little bit flushed. I closed my eyes and dropped my head back as far as it would go, the back of my head hitting something soft and warm, stretching my neck and back out. "Damnit Cer I thought you were scrubbing out, not completely changing." I hadn't realized it, but at least an hour had passed from when I started playing with the computer and working with the files if the clock on the computer was to be believed. "You looked like you were pretty into it so I decided not to disturb you. Plus you know how much fun it is for me to tease you like this. Especially after, well these..." One hand waved at the screens in front of me. The small hands' nails were painted the darkest black and almost made them blend into the void that existed outside of the screens. "I do Cer, and that's part of the problem, we both know that it's never going to happen. Least of all for you." She laughed a little, a clear beautiful sound and the body beneath my head bounced slightly telling me I was against her stomach. "Still I know you enjoy these little moments," she said, the pressure on the back of my head disappearing and was replaced by the voice right by my ear again as she whispered, "especially when we both know that's not at all true." At the last words she nibbled my ear gently. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her, in spite of my baser instinct rising to meet her VERY juicy insinuations. But for as long as I've known Cerith and as many times as we have both been VERY drunk, they have NEVER cashed in. I just assumed that it was a quirk of theirs. "Anyways," she said standing back up, "what are you thinking so far about the files? Spooky, right? Like I said, nothing that I can see connects them." Her hands gestured in front of me in an approximation of a shrug. She then clasped them together, wringing the knuckles and effectively trapping me in the chair and back against her abdomen. I scrubbed my eyes with my fingertips acutely aware of the growing headache that suddenly made itself known. "Your right from the medical side. I can't see everything you can, of course. I don't have near the knowledge that you have," which is true being that Cerith is at least 200 years old. I never asked directly, the old adage still holding about women and their age. Still though her answers to certain questions would lead one to believe her being her first adult car was a Bing Cherry 2201 Firebird GT with white walled hover trim and chrome accents. From pictures that I could find it looked like a slick piece. Looking back to the screens I couldn't help but feel that itch again. I couldn't explain it. That prickly feeling of ice needles again, this time in the back of my skull. As much as I'd hate to admit it. I think Cerith is right. I sighed heavily before saying "send me everything. I'll open a new case file and have the team start working on it first thing." She made a happy noise and bounced slightly, clearly satisfied with my decision to take it on. I reached out and to my left and a glass was placed gently into my hand by Tabitha. I hadn't even realized she had come over while I was working and was now ready for that drink. Room temperature rum and cola. The drink went down smoothly enough considering I drained the glass in one gulp, during which time I finally got a good eyeful of Ceriths current form. Or rather the underside of part of it. From what I could tell she was wearing a black T-shirt. That was it. I put the glass back down, it's job done without moving my head and said, "What a lovely view Cerith. I'm guessing you chose this to try to get a rise out of me?" I couldn't lie though it was affecting me, but I couldn't let her know that. Not when she's like this. Otherwise she'll continue to tease me till she leaves me with the absolute worst case of blue balls this side of the City. Her hands came up and cupped my chin almost lovingly, and her voice said "Of course Detective. Do you not approve? Or would you rather I change back to my medical examination form? Or something else?" Her words dripped with implied sex. I groaned, loudly, and said, "This is fine. Jesus Cer." Before we could continue our most scintillating of conversations there was a sudden PING! And DANNA said, "I'm sorry to interrupt, but there's a message for you Cerith. It says 'If you can get to the department Cerith, do so. We need you to explain your paperwork. And if Detective Julius is still with you have him come in too.' signed the Chief. Would you like to reply?" 'Shit, I forgot the morgue kills all signals,' I thought to myself as I stood up gently (regretfully) prying myself from Ceriths grasp with a, "duty calls. Need a lift?" I stretched gently, the scales in between my shoulders clicking appreciatively for the stretch, and turned around to notice she was indeed, just wearing a black T-shirt that hugged her voluptuous figure closely. The scales in my back clicked shut in surprise. Cerith let out a small cute chuckle, "I see after all this time I can still surprise you," she said blowing a kiss my way, reminding me of a little Gothic pixy. I rolled my eyes away from her and willed my scales to relax. I grabbed my jacket off the back of the chair, slinging it on and clicking the neck clasp shut under the cord that connected my scales to the unit in my head. I was awarded the cybernetics upon completing my training and getting all my licenses to have them. The force had allowed me to customize it, I had chosen top of the line. A dual unit with custom built AI. The individual scales were ceracoated titanium microprocessors all running in both series and parallel, and could move to expel heat or react. The main unit was the same except it was one solid unit that replaced a chunk of skull. Once that was done I zipped up the front of the leathers and ran the scales through the racer setting. They clicked and flattened against the outside of the jacket, securing it to my back. I shrugged making sure it was comfortable. "I'll take the fact that you're only in a t-shirt you'll be along shortly?" "Certainly detective." Her voice was filled with dismissive submission... And sadness? I looked back at her and noticed her makeup was gone. Or had she had any on in the first place? I gave myself a mental shake. There's no way. This was Cerith, veritable goddess of the necropolis. I put the last few minutes away for review later. Chief called. I have to go. On an instinct I thought long dead, I reached out and squeezed her hand. I felt a slight squeeze back. And then she let go with a, "Go on, be a good detective. I'll be along shortly." I left with Tabitha as my guide. Before Cerith disappeared into the darkness I thought I heard her whisper, "please don't leave." My scales raised in a saddened response. I couldn't be sure I heard her right though. If I heard her at all. I reached back and stroked them, knowing my ai probably heard her, and knowing it could feel me touch the scales. After a few seconds the scales settled down. 'I know buddy,' I thought to the AI. It couldn't respond like usual AI. The force thought that was too dangerous. What if it went rogue? What if it tried to kill the host and take over? The list went on and eventually they decided the basics were ok. When I got my unit one of the first things I did was jack it into a diagnostic to see what kind of hardware I was dealing with exactly because manufacturer specs from real use are sometimes different with AI if the bits and bobs are in place. When I did, all I got on the screen was 'Hello?'

I am suspicious of the kindly empyrean. To assume that he acts beneficently is to have already concluded that he does not share the same ambition and drive as his siblings. Or that his goals are somehow better. But he may want his own dynasty or to devour the world in his own, uniquely selfish way.
And, he is close to achieving that goal. His competition has, thanks to our tarnished, largely been eliminated. His brother, The Impaler, is essentially the last remaining opponent in the competition to be Marika's successor. He needs our help to destroy him.
Miquella has enchanted us for the entire game. He has given us gifts in the forms of weapons, consumables, and even his trusty steed - all of which aid our tarnished in clearing out his competition. And, those gifts endear us to Miquella; they foster our loyalty to him.
The other rune-bearers have strength and might in magic and combat. They can hold back the stars and level battlefields. But what is the cursed, forever-child Miquella supposed to do? He endears. He invents spells for his father and gives needles to his sister. He moonlights as the much-loved St. Trina.
But these acts are not kindly - at least not 'kindly' as it's commonly understood. I think it is more meant ironically. The ancient Greeks were so terrified of The Furies (fearsome deities of fate and retribution) that they preferred not refer to them by name, but instead as 'the kindly ones.' He does not bloom: he blesses. He does not graft: he gifts.
In the DLC trailer, the narrator specifically mentions that they chose to follow Miquella. Did they? Why mention 'choice' at all? Are those whose affection is compelled aware of the compulsion? Has our tarnished choicelessly pursued a path methodically charted out by the Unalloyed?
Miquella is an empyrean. All empyrean who have ascended to godhood have had their champion, their Elden Lord. Miquella is no different than his mother or his sister, Ranni. Behind it all is one giant, selfish scheme to achieve godhood.

Jo did way too much talking and played the victim roll very well like get outta here. She really keeps talking and interrupting and making side comments like gtfo. Katie was all of us in the reunion rolling her eyes like I felt that queen. James slayed at the end. Ariana ate up that convo with Lala, you don’t need to understand her boundaries just respect it as a friend and clearly she isn’t one. I just know lala will be so annoying in the finale and won’t apologize for crap literally sick of her why should Arianna care about her position on the show?!

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Somebody please tell me how this is okay or what this means?
So my ex and I broke up in July last year. We are both in new relationships. We reconnected in January when I decided new year new me and didn’t want to hold grudges and ended up forgiving my ex after the shit he pulled on me when he broke up with me. Mind you we met on hinge and dated for 3 months. So nothing long term but still emotional connection was built and had my heartbroken.
Backstory: He broke up with me as it was getting too serious and then 2 weeks later got in a serious relationship and 6 weeks later he saw me at the gym, texted me that he saw me and misses me and wants to hang out. I absolutely lost my shit as he didn’t mention this new gf the 2 weeks we were talking and pretty much just blocked him. Fast forward new years and we both reconnected and forgave each other and tried to be friends.
We would text here and there but nothing too deep. But he would always drop life updates I didn’t ask for and I didn’t care too much to be involved. I guess he needed a listening ear 🤷🏻‍♀️ mind you I am now in a new relationship and he is still in that relationship that he got in 2 weeks after breaking up with me…
Fast forward to last Monday after no talk and haven’t seen each other since last July. We ran into each other at the gym and we actually talked but he tried to drop life updates on me and asked if I was still with my boyfriend… I didn’t say much but my ex dropped sorry I haven’t texted I just got back from a trip with gf to Italy! I was like wow fun…. And then he still wanted to talk but I told him I gotta go as I was here with a friend and walked away. Told me to text him but I said to him text me and maybe we can get a group to go play soccer or something. Just a friendly gesture…
He texted me later that night saying it was great seeing me today. I did not respond and was thinking he won’t reach out. 4 days later he texts me and asked if I was free this week. I didn’t text him as i didn’t want to. Mind you when we were together he would ghost me for multiple days… fast forward to today…. He double texts me and wrote “giving me a taste of my own medicine” as I didn’t respond. I ended up texting him saying I’m not free and that I hope he has a good holiday weekend.
He responds with thanks you too and drops info with his life and his gf name… blah blah blah
I did not respond and am just surprised and concerned for him as we re both in relationships. I have voiced this to my boyfriend and have been honest with him regarding this and we both think this is weird.
Am curious of what everyone thinks of this? What is the meaning of this? I know being friends with exes is dangerous but I didn’t think it would be this. Betting that he didn’t tell his gf about seeing/reaching out to me because he thinks this is harmless.

There was a sloop at the outpost that we needed to pick up our Athena Gilded Mercenaries at. The players on the sloop were super chill and didn't try and mess with us even though we had multiple Athenas chest on board. So I have them a skeletons captains chest as a trade for not making a play at us.
Right after I left my buddy kills them and takes the chest and turns it in. He then proceeds to tell me how "Its sea of THIEVES" and that its their fault for trusting us.. I just wanted to point out how hypocritical that is considering we just trusted them first to let us get our mercenary voyages without a problem.
It has nothing to do with the "right or wrong" on stealing treasure. Some people just legit like having control over other people. They'll talk all they want like they're in the right but they can't see that it has more to do with how they get their enjoyment than it does about the title of the game. Nobody will admit they're wrong today it's hilarious, so I fully expect to get other people defending him because they're already on the other side of the argument.
If we had made an agreement then I would be cool with maybe betraying them. But this was an unspoken quick thing that can be almost magical at times. It's one of the reasons why I play this game and I feel like a lot of players just scoff at this like "Its not sea of friends!" yeah keep telling yourself that Pirates were all thieves and liars.
That's what the people in power wanted you to believe so that you would celebrate the deaths of the Pirates. Like all other propaganda for groups of individuals that aren't controlled. Theyre just a threat to those in power. Piracy was always more about freedom than it was about thievery.
I dont expect to get any support about this. I just wanted to say my peace for other sailors like myself that have to deal with players like my friend. Dont take their disrespect. Players like that usually don't contribute much to the voyage anyways. just standing on the front of the ship looking for ships or boarding while you do all the work. Theyre the first ones to blame you when something goes wrong too.

I have played the game modded before, and I'm not using anything different I think besides one mod that fixes bugs and such. I can link that if need be.
I will first explain what is the major bug that brought me here. My armors do not show up at all. On startup I used the Antaam-saar armor because duh hot abs. But when I crafted my first armor, they are all invisible. Even when I made it and equipped it, my guy is still wearing the Antaam-saar, at least visually. The actual equipped armor is still the one I made with its stats and effects. Its not just DLC armor, its every armor, as I have all schematics from my Golden Nug.
I have a schematics mod that overhauls most schematics to give more variety in what you can use. I used this mod in all my playthroughs before. It is a DAIMOD but again I used it before with no issues. Unless maybe since Frosty is more updated maybe some code of it no longer properly works with this mod as the mod itself hasn't been updated since 2018.
Some other issues, some loading sections take a LONG time. My PC can handle a decently heavy modded BG3. DAI should be a piece of cake. And I only have like 30 mods. Most of the time if I CTRL, ALT, DEL that forces the black screen to go away. Additionally, when scrolling down to my companions in inventory or put runes on weapons, it just loads forever. I had to restart the game because it was still loading Varric in the mod weapon section.
Haven't noticed many other issues yet. I've only been playing for like 3 hours. I would ask on Discord but they have this whole process now to put troubleshooting requests and that seems like too much of a hassle.

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Orioles @ Cardinals - Tue, May 21

Game Status: Suspended: Rain

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	Orioles Batters	AB	R	H	RBI	BB	K	LOB	AVG	OBP	SLG
1	Henderson - SS	3	0	0	0	0	1	2	.267	.346	.600
2	Rutschman - C	3	0	0	0	0	1	1	.299	.337	.484
3	O'Hearn - DH	3	0	0	0	0	0	0	.279	.355	.486
4	Westburg - 3B	3	0	0	0	0	0	0	.288	.339	.509
5	Cowser - LF	1	0	0	0	0	0	0	.270	.368	.508
6	Mountcastle - 1B	2	0	0	0	0	2	1	.252	.291	.442
7	Mullins - CF	2	0	0	0	0	0	1	.187	.238	.338
8	Stowers - RF	2	1	1	0	0	0	0	.286	.286	.429
9	Mateo - 2B	2	0	1	1	0	1	1	.256	.293	.453
	Totals	21	1	2	1	0	5	6

Orioles
BATTING: 2B: Stowers (1, Lynn); Mateo (9, Lynn). TB: Mateo 2; Stowers 2. RBI: Mateo (6). 2-out RBI: Mateo. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Henderson; Rutschman. Team RISP: 1-for-5. Team LOB: 3.

	Cardinals Batters	AB	R	H	RBI	BB	K	LOB	AVG	OBP	SLG
1	Donovan - 3B	2	0	0	0	0	0	0	.230	.311	.366
2	Nootbaar - RF	1	0	0	0	0	1	0	.211	.331	.390
	Carlson - RF	2	0	0	0	0	2	1	.120	.214	.120
3	Goldschmidt - 1B	3	0	1	0	0	2	0	.211	.294	.306
4	Arenado - DH	2	0	0	0	0	1	2	.267	.322	.367
5	Burleson - LF	2	1	1	0	0	0	0	.304	.336	.472
6	Herrera - C	2	0	0	0	0	0	1	.280	.345	.380
7	Gorman - 2B	1	0	1	1	1	0	0	.201	.299	.396
8	Winn - SS	2	0	1	0	0	0	1	.291	.347	.403
9	Siani - CF	2	0	0	0	0	0	2	.232	.292	.305
	Totals	19	1	4	1	1	6	7

Cardinals
BATTING: 2B: Gorman (7, Bradish); Goldschmidt (5, Bradish); Winn (8, Bradish). TB: Burleson; Goldschmidt 2; Gorman 2; Winn 2. RBI: Gorman (19). 2-out RBI: Gorman. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Arenado 2; Winn; Siani 2. Team RISP: 1-for-4. Team LOB: 5.
FIELDING: E: Gorman (4, fielding).

Orioles Pitchers	IP	H	R	ER	BB	K	HR	P-S	ERA
Bradish	5.0	4	1	1	1	6	0	74-52	2.41
Totals	5.0	4	1	1	1	6	0

Cardinals Pitchers	IP	H	R	ER	BB	K	HR	P-S	ERA
Lynn	6.0	2	1	0	0	5	0	82-57	3.68
Totals	6.0	2	1	0	0	5	0

Inning	Scoring Play	Score
Bottom 2	Nolan Gorman doubles (7) on a sharp fly ball to center fielder Cedric Mullins. Alec Burleson scores.	1-0 STL
Top 5	Jorge Mateo doubles (9) on a line drive to left fielder Alec Burleson. Kyle Stowers scores.	1-1

Team	Highlight
BAL	[Kyle Bradish strikes out Paul Goldschmidt (00:00:07)]()
STL	Lars Nootbaar ejected in the first inning (00:00:30)
STL	Nolan Gorman's RBI double (00:00:28)
STL	Masyn Winn's slick diving stop (00:00:22)
BAL	[Kyle Bradish escapes jam unscathed (00:00:09)]()
BAL	Jorge Mateo's RBI double (00:00:29)
BAL	Kyle Stowers reaches on error, hustles for extra base (00:00:14)
BAL	Orioles nab Donovan after review (00:00:30)
STL	Masyn Winn extends hitting streak to 12 games (00:00:29)
STL	Lance Lynn strikes out five (00:00:39)

	1	2	3	4	5	6	7	8	9		R	H	E	LOB
Orioles	0	0	0	0	1	0					1	2	0	3
Cardinals	0	1	0	0	0						1	4	1	5

Division Scoreboard

BOS 5 @ TB 2 - Final
SEA 6 @ NYY 3 - Final
CWS 5 @ TOR 0 - Final
Next Orioles Game: Wed, May 22, 01:15 PM EDT @ Cardinals
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I believe a close friend of mine is what triggered this.
I'm addicted to validation, because it is the proof that I'm worthy. That I'm more outside pre defined definitions.
I'm not smart, until someone tells me I am/a outcome occurs that proves that I am. I'm not pretty unless a person/outcome occurs that proves I am.
And it works the other way around, if an outcome/person tells me a negative thing about myself, I'll believe it. Especially if it's an outcome.
Honestly, it's the reason I bredcrum. The idea of someone having a crush on me is like crack, yet I'm too scared to try out a real relationship. So, I'll flirt, play around, and keep someone on my leash as long as possible. When I see them lose interest, when I see them eventually leave that toxic trap, I get upset. Because now my attention is gone.
Second example. Funny. A normally positive definition for someone, but it's haunted me for years. Because that's all I'm known as. In 5th grade, we had an assignment where you put a sticky note on someone's desk, giving them a compliment. All I got was "Funny". Not smart, not cool, not pretty even. Funny.
To dive back into the first sentence of this post, a friend that I was really happy with because I felt like she got a "deeper" side of me, could only bring up something "funny" I did. The topic happened to be about "our major friendship events of the year", and hoe we saw eachother.
Was I mad? No, just disappointed. Again. I feel like my only worth to some people is my jokes. I do have a sly sense of humor, making a out of pocket joke out of anything, but it's become more of a trauma response when I don't feel like I'm getting attention.
I'm a bit like a car, constantly needed fuel aka attention. I can run for a bit with some, but eventually it'll need to be refilled. Depending on my life, I might need my "gas tank" filled more often. And when I don't get that, I shut down. Self isolation, thinking the worse, anxious, looking down on myself.
Now, I'll talk about the positive side, because I am deciding to be better so...
1) I might be hanging out with the wrong crowd. Lately, it seems like I've been doing better with the "weird" kids, rather than the more "normal" people I hang with. One of my friends said before she talked to me, I seemed like a really cool person. That compliment was rejuvenating. I've opened up to her, but since I'm switching schools, its going to be harder to talk (or not, who knows?)
I do have the desire to be liked by everyone, and I wish I could just "morph" into the most likeable version of myself for each specific person.
2) Self trust and worthiness. I've been working on following through with the things I want to do, and doing little favors for my future self. I'm looking at myself more as a friend, than a stranger. Still a WIP, but Km doing better when it comes to understanding "future me", and making decisions that would benefit her. I know that I can't expect different results with the same actions so, I'm taking little steps to take care of myself.
3) Shadow work, trauma responses, triggers. I've been writing more poems, and letting my thoughts ramble. I've always been identifying triggers, but lately I've been really thinking about them. As in, an objective rather than emotional manner.
After that extremely long ramble, I guess I'm wondering what steps to take here. Social life is hard lol