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I am going to put this at the start so no one wastes their time; don't expect a reply every day, it will probably average more like once a week.
Now, sometimes, on my days off or on high mental health days, it can be a couple of times a day, but that isn't something I can promise on a regular basis.
If that isn't going to work for you, that's fine. Just you have been warned upfront.
I won't ghost you, though. If it ever comes up that it will be less than once a week, I will communicate that. That shouldn't be the case, but emergencies come up from time to time, or things at work get extra hectic (when inventory comes up or holidays in particular) sometimes.
I am open to suggestions.
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About Me;
●Female (and that is what I mostly play).
●In my early 30's.
●Role-playing for almost 20 years.
●I like to use face claims, and sometimes I'll make visuals for outfits and stuff, too.
●I like to write profiles for my characters, just a habit left over from the InvisionFree/ProBoards days.
●I usually match the length of my partner, but sometimes I'll go longer or shorter.
●I like tropes, especially the Gloomy/Sunshine pairing and the Good Guy/Bad Guy pairing.
●Full Time Manager at a Department Store.
●Central Daylight Time/GMT-5.
●Discord is Elinoire
Wanna know anything else? Feel free to ask.
Requirements;
●Play M if you plan on doing romance. Any gender is fine for anything else. Doesn't matter your real life gender.
●Be over 18, the closer to 30 the better.
●Use past tense and third person.
●Have patience and be understanding.
●Be willing to give a small profile of your character if you don't use face claims.
●I am not a perfectionist, but please at least spell things correctly.
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While I have a lot of fandoms I want to try, I'd prefer OC's over canon characters for the majority, so assume that's the rule unless stated otherwise since I do have a few ideas with Fandom Canon/Canon and Canon/OC.
Unless a particular pairing is stated, these don't necessarily have to be just romance or whatever. We can do any genre. I do really like romance and will probably default that as my main idea, but if you aren't up for that, just say so before we start plotting.
Fandoms I Want Right Now;
Strike Out means I've already filled it.
Star Wars; particularly the SWTOKOTOR timeline.
Fallout; I have OCs for FO3 and FONV, but I'd be willing to try any timeline. I've played FO1, FO2, FO3, FONV, FO4, and FO76. I've also finished the show. I have my own ideas for a Fallout Florida as well, including a Universal Studiosknock-offf known as Hubris Studios that is used as a giant Raider base run by a toy/comic themed group.
Cyberpunk 2077; I haven't played the tabletop version of it, but I've played the video game and watched the Anime.
Harry Potter; I don't mind doing the Books era, but I like the idea of doing something from the Victorian era or something from 1920-1960. Modern would also be okay. Can be school based or just world based, so we could play students or play Aurors or anything from the world. Lemme know you consider Canon for modern timelines, though!
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Heavily Inspired (or Fandom) Pairings; (I’d play the BOLD character)
☑ means keeping the original actors as the Faces
☒ means NOT keeping the original actors as the Faces
☐ means keeping the canon characters as the original actors' faces but not the OC
●Colin/Penelope (Brigerton) INSPIRED; [☑] Vampire “Colin”/Human “Pen”, a lot would stay the same, but a lot would change, too.
●Rick/Evie (The Mummy) INSPIRED; [☒] Original characters/versions of the Originals, but same storyline (maybe with tweaks or updates, we can discuss it).
●Malak/Female Revan (KOTOR) FANDOM; [☒] Particularly before the game takes place, maybe back when they were still in the Academy or early on during the first war.
●Kandomere/Female OC (Bright) FANDOM; [☐] I loved this character, and I think it would be fun to play out some stuff between him and a sunshiny Human character. Plus, I love the world of Bright.
●Daryl Dixon/Female OC (Walking Dead) FANDOM; [☐] Basically, this would be my own version of Beth Greene aka Lillibeth “Lilli” Greene. It would stay probably 100% Canon plot wise outside of a certain obvious death and would start during the time Daryl and Beth were out alone and go from there.
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Other;
Pairings;
●Grumpy Slytherin/Sunshine Chubby Hufflepuff
●Racist Elf/Human
●Vampire/Human (I can play either)
●Light Side Jedi/Grey Jedi (I can play either)
●Sith/Light Side Jedi
●RaideVault Dweller
●Intelligent Supermutant/Human Wastelander
●Disfigured Large Knight/Sweet Petite Royal (inspired by Hound/Sansa, but I don't like how young Sansa is).
●Negan(TV Show Ver)AU-Reverend(OR)Sheriff/Female OC-Prostitute WESTERN AU
●HadesAU-Crime Boss/PersephoneAU CYBERPUNK AU
●HephaestusAU-BikeChlorisAU-Florist MODERN AU
●Frankenstein's MonsterAU/Human Outcast ANY AU
AU Options (<- similar time before or after ->);
●Cyberpunk
●High Fantasy
●Sci-Fi
●Modern
●Western
●<- Medieval ->
●<- Regency ->
●<- Victorian ->
●1920s-1930s
●1940s-1950s
●1960s-1970s
●1980s-1990s
●Gothic (Southern, Appalachian, Midwestern, South Western, etc)
If nothing here interests you, but you think we'd do well together on another idea, feel free to lemme know what you have in mind.
Some of my inspirational media right now to get an idea;
1883
28 Days/Weeks Later
AHS (especially Asylum and Freak Show)
Alien
Anything Anne Rice
Anything Guillermo Del Toro
Anything Michael Crichton
Blade Runner
Brigerton
Bright
Cyberpunk 2077/Edgerunners
DnD
Dragon Age: Inquisition
Elder Scrolls
Fable
Falling Skies
Fallout
Game of Thrones/House of Dragons
Harry Potter
Hellboy
Indiana Jones
Jonah Hex
Last of Us
Lord of the Rings
Mad Max
Matrix
Our Flag Means Death
Outsiders (WGN Show)
Peaky Blinders
Pitch Black/Riddick
Preacher
Primeval (UK TV Show)
Red Dead Redemption
Sons of Anarchy
Star Wars
The Mummy
The Walking Dead
True Blood
Universal Monsters
Vampire: The Masquerade
West World
Witcher

I (F29) and fiancé (M36) recently got engaged. We’ve been through a lot over the past few years which has only made us stronger as a couple. I love being able to effortlessly hangout with him and his two kids, they’re great and I’m so thankful they accepted me into their lives the way they did, I think they’re amazing. My now fiancé has been divorced 7 years and splits custody with his ex wife, they co parent well and it’s great for the kids. The other night we were hanging out and he brought up how he has to get his masters in order to move up in rank for the military. I’ve been wanting to go back to school for my masters but I don’t have the money right now so when he told me the military pays for It I was astonished that was even a thing and starting asking questions (I have no idea how the military works). He was talking about his GI bill and how his kids don’t have to worry about paying for college either. I asked when we have kids would they be able to go to college as well and he joked that they’d either have to take out loans or we would have to pay for It. I was confused because if the GI bill covered him and his ex’s kids why wouldn’t It cover ours? He said he only had 3 years of free education so he’s splitting It between HIS kids. I wanted to say “but these would be your kids too?” But I left It alone because It was late and we both had work in the morning. I always tell him that his kids come first and to prioritize them but I just keep thinking about the way he said It and if he can split It, wouldn’t he want to split It evenly between all of his kids? Again, I LOVE his kids but if his ex doesn’t have to pay for tuition and nor do their kids why should I have to and why should our kids have to take out loans? I know I overthink but am I wrong for thinking this is kind of unfair ?

Not a true story!
Hi my name is Yuki and I have a brother and his name is Duri and he is a basketball team and this is how made a bond with his basketball team ok well umm so from the beginning when i was 11 ok i’m going to school I said you mean we are going to school said Duri yeah yeah whatever let’s go to school don’t act like you are the oldest remember so what if you are one year older it means that i am the more responsible child no just cause you are the oldest does not mean that you are the more responsible child oh yes it does no it does not oh really who takes care of you who takes care of the house fine you win but .…never mind let’s not get distracted Yuki said ok whatever at school I wonder what Yuki was about to say I was to scared to say that I was getting bullied can I go to bathroom yes you may Duri thank you Duri wash’s his face oh hey Duri you are working with Jey sweet hey Duri over here hey bro what’s up with the mood nothing just some weird stuff happened ok let’s work on the project later oh hi Jey hey Yuki how are you? good you? Perfect and what is up with Duri hi what are you talking about just a funny video yeah it super funny whatever let’s go get lunch ok but what is lunch today fries or chips btw they are in a private school ok thank you for telling me your welcome hello am i not here do you think that you are not here? No cause you are talking to me so then what does that mean? That i am here exactly Jey yeah yeah whatever I’m sorry can we go to the cafeteria please yes let’s go I’m hungry me too I hate waiting in line it’s always long I know right ok thank god that I’m not the only one think’s that oh yeah you and Duri have a basketball game today yeah we do at 4:48 pm you remember of course I do and it ends at 6:00 pm wow that’s a long game isn't well I’m coming to it we want us to win this game Yeah we will do our best for everyone
At the game ok you can do this I know you can ok everybody follow my lead yes sir! Captain am I going to be on the court yes you are going to be on it right now okay I’ll be right there come on guys is everybody where they are supposed to be Yes! Ok then let’s start calm down Jey pull yourself together you got yourself into this and there is no pulling back Rowan oh it’s Rowan he’s also Duri’s friend he is a first year in basketball and Duri is a second year so he is almost in high school PASS TO ME ROWAN Duri and Jey are both 12 and they are second years in basketball so they really good at it and practice everyday plus there’s going to be new characters in a bit don’t mess this up PASS THE BALL TO ME here we GO COME ON JEY I KNOW YOU CAN MAKE US WIN! I...made it YES you did amazing out there Jey thank you captain your welcome well we need to go now we will anyways meet her out there yeah true I’m coming after they went to the locker room man my legs hurt don’t blame you same here so are we going Celebrate Yes but we need one more person to celebrate And who is that going to be My sister she can be a little mean Her name is Yuki she'll introduce herself to you I am excited to meet her I bet you she's also excited to meet youI'm shy so I don't think I will talk to her that much come on man she is not going to kill you you all know that I do NOT talk to a lot of people but she is kind to people SO don’t need to be scared from her OH YES I DO NEED TO JEY NO YOU DO NOT HEY STOP IT THE BOTH OF YOU NOW what’s taking them so long I wonder if they will like me or hate me well I’m going to need introduce myself
Hi Jasmine Hi Yuki, how are you today?Good and bad Why?A girl made fun of me man I just wish that the world could be better you know yeah I do a lot so much that you would not Believe It Hey sis hey Duri this is my team team this my sister Yuki Hi Yuki Hi let me introduce myself I’m Yuki and I’m one year younger than Duri and I CAN be mean to the people WHO are mean to me so you don’t need to be scared from me and I want to introduce my friend Jasmine hi I’m Pleased to meet you all I am Yuki's friend and we have been friends for 4 years 4 years wow you guys must Know a lot about each other By the way I have a question when did you meet by the way I would like to know well I was doing a race with some other kids and Jasmine asked if she could join and I tripped in the middle of the race and she helped me up and all the other kids left me cuz they want to win the race and she helped me and I thanked her and We became friends And look at us now Those kids were Sad when they figured out that she fell and that they didn't bother to help her and they were a bit angry at themselves and then I told them to stay away from her cuz if you don't be nice to her then just get out of here
And that is a true story you could just ask me her brother for 11 years And Yuki has favor to ask you guys I would like to know why you join the basketball team My name is Lev And I joined the basketball team cuz it was my passion and I liked it when I was a child so that's why I Joined the basketball team I am Tyga I joined the basketball team cuz my brother used to do it and he taught me how to do it and it kind of was fun for me and he taught me he's really cool tricks and he just made it way more funner and easier to learn so I was happy cuz he taught me a lot of things So that's why I joined the basketball team I am Liam and I joined the basketball team cuz I joined multiple other sports and they were just kind of boring to me and I just didn't do basketball so I tried it out basketball cuz I thought it would be fun and nice to join basketball and would be a nice passion to do cuz I haven't tried it yet and I tried it I was bad at the beginning very bad and five months later I started shooting and I was very good at defense so that's why I joined Hi my name is Lucas and I joined the basketball team cuz my story is kind of like Liam's I used to play soccer and then I got kicked out cuz I was very bad at it and I was very good at using my hands so I decided to join the basketball team I hated the fact that I was terrible at the beginning and I was bare8ly good at using the hands for shooting and it was just like that for a few months I don't know how much it was I don't remember and I met Duri and the others and they taught me a bit how to shoot and I'm here now I’m Rowan I joined the basketball team cuz I wanted to play it with Duri And the others plus they taught me a lot of new tricks that's our stories thank you for sharing your stories guys but we sould go to the restaurant yeah we sould go.
after they went to restaurant and celebrated man I’m stuffed same don’t blame ya time to go back home seriously it’s 5:00 PM you kidding man but it was nice meeting you all today I had so much fun with you guys I hope we can do this again sometime later yeah I will try to get some free time I’m off friday let me check yeah i’m off friday what about you guys i’m also off friday I think everyone is off yeah I think so to so we meet again friday after school ok sure why not can I invite Jasmine ummm sure why not I think it will be more fun the more the merrier when they all go home I’m home where were you? You said that you were going to a basketball game we had to two games you went to celebrate didn’t you SO YOU DIDN’T EVEN COME TO MY BASKETBALL GAME hey wait I’m sorry my boss didn’t let me come to it LEAVE ME ALONE ok I will sometime later hi welcome who did she bring now hey Rowan can we come in …..fine come in. why did you guys come well friends are always there for you right come on you know we are there in the right time you can say no but you know it’s true yeah I know it’s true but how did you know that i’m upset your mom told us oh ok well thank you guys for coming to comfort me I really appreciate it your always welcome Rowan.
Well bye see you guys friday at 7:00 AM bye see ya friday GOOD MORNING DURI AHHH WHAT THE HECK omg why so Early in the morning it’s 7:00 a.m. just go back to bed and that's a no cuz it's Friday stupid did you forget we have to go to Train for basketball with the others Oh my God but why so early in the morning it's literally 7:00 a.m. can you stop being annoying I'm not being annoying you are because you're out of bed and wash your freaking face and then we Gotta Go the basketball court for training I was ready to go to Tell mom she whoop Out of bed if you don't want that to happen then get out of bed and wash our face I have the most annoying sister in the world okay fine but just go get ready in then I will get ready right after you cuz I don't take 5 hours to get ready I don't take 5 hours to get ready for your information I don't okay but you do you with that messy hair look at it it's like a freaking tornado My hair is not a tornado talk about yours in the morning Can you just get dressed please we Gotta Go Fine just leave the room ok 30 minutes later Okay I'm done finally okay now let's go because I don't have time for this and waiting for you to get done I was done 10 minutes ago Is there a problem yeah we're 10 minutes late cuz of you You hate it so much there's the door Oh ok let's go She doesn't understand a single thing Don't forget it's from 7:00 till 1:00 pm At the basketball court hey Yuki hey Duri hi hey oh you guys are here Hello I got invied to help you guys train WHAT! Yup you do know that it is hard to do all of this by myself
After everyone got to the basketball court, Ok everyone listen up Yuki and Jasmine is going to tell you guys have to work on. Ok so Lev,Liam and Rowan have to work on offense Tyga,Lucas,,Jey and Duri have to work on defense ok get to work. After training for 6 hours You will be doing this training for 3 months. WHAT ONE DAY WAS ENOUGH Look around Yuki the courts floor IS FILLED WITH SWEAT AND IS NOT JUST THE FLOOR BUT ALSO US you wanna get better right ? Yeah but this intense TO intense Liam said then went to get his water yeah Tyga said gasping for air can you at least make it 4 hours fine you want 4 hours you will get 4 hoursTHANK YOU a bit of the pain is gone nice i guess you guys still have to do this for 3 months my legs are in so much pain see you guys tomorrow at 7:00 hey Yuki can I to you yeah give me a sec…. Ok what is it? You have a bruise on your head what no i don’t tell me are you getting bullied……. Y-yes but please don't tell Duri ok but I can help you how? After telling her his plan WHAT YOU WANT BE MY FAKE BOY- shhh you do know that Duri will kill you yes here it’s my number I’ll tell you the rest on text ok after they all went home hey hi so your plan is to be MY fake boyfriend yes that's my plan do you realize how Duri is going to kill you when he finds out that YOU are my boyfriend well fake boyfriend yes i do so how about you keep this a secret just between you and me huh even if we do don’t you think that he might find out? I don’t know how to answer that of course you don’t why would you huh oh right you don’t know anything! Can you stop being so mean NO i will meet you tomorrow at school ok fine see you tomorrow see you at school the next day so what do you say? I say that I don’t agree with any of this but I was forced to do this so ….I-I will be…your..your girl-friend ok a deal is a deal so you know if you tell Duri I will die so how about you not tell him please with whip cream and a cherry on top ugh fine I won't tell him thank you or you can tell him you just have to tell him why yeah he will still kill you either way hey whatcha talking about AHHHHH OMG WHAT ARE YOU A GHOST OMG LEV ? sorry Lev said in a sorry tone YOU BETTER BE what's with the mood I’m not a morning person oh that makes a lot of sense anyway Rowan Duri wants to see you why to be exact Rowan said with a nervous tone yeah why Yuki said worrying i don't know he didn’t say why well i'll go with him okay Lev said before he left do you think he found out no he wasn't in the room at the time you sure YES MY GOD just how am i not dead bro you're going to be fine

My girlfriend and I were together for two years, part of it was long distance. We were previously good friends for 5 years, then she was the one that caught feelings and pursued me first. During our relationship she always told me things like “I’m the one”, we talked about how we would get married and grow old together, she made so many promises that she was 100% sure of me and that she’d never leave. She would say things like “we’ve known each other in every lifetime”. We got together even though I was leaving for a masters study, she said she thought she’d never do long distance again but for me it was worth it, bc she was 100% sure I’m the guy she wants. I left a week after we got together, and I was gone for about a year. During that time we visited once a month, it was always great. I eventually moved back and we spent another year together in person. I’m sorry if this post is too long.
She ended things about a month ago. During the breakup she gave me very vague answers so I couldn’t get the closure I needed. I decided to reach out a week after the breakup to ask why she did it, and what she said killed me inside.
She said that she knew we were compatible and I’m an amazing person but felt like she was settling for me, and she didn’t want to live her life like that when she thinks she can find something better. She said she believes in that soulmate connection with one person when you know deep inside you that this is “it”, and she didn’t feel like that with me, she didn’t think I was “it”. But we did say to each other during the relationship that this was “it”, she told me so many times that I’m the one, so I don’t know how a flip just switched in her brain. She also said she realized she didn’t love me in the way “real love” is, and maybe she just loved the idea of me. She said she always felt the need to be accepted and loved by people and I made her feel like that. She said when you truly love someone you’d sacrifice things for them, and she wouldn’t sacrifice things for me. She said she was forcing herself to be comfortable around me, and it wasn’t the type of comfort that it should be with “the one”.
How the fuck does it take you two years to realize you don’t love someone in the way “real love” is? Especially after all the emotional intimacy we shared. How could you be uncomfortable with me? I was her first kiss, her first hand hold, she said she was saving those things for the right person and she did them with me. Why would she feel like shes settling for me when she’s the one that pursued me first? She went all out to “get me” and be in a relationship with me. Am I really the type of guy that gets settled for? That hurts like hell. She said she was having all these thoughts during the last 4 months of the relationship. But literally a month ago, I felt that she’s been a bit cold, and I asked if everything was okay. She said “nothings wrong, I’ve been really stressed with school/work. But nothings wrong with us, maybe something’s just wrong with me with all the stress. But we’re good, that doesn’t mean I don’t love you or that I’d ever give up on us, I’d never do that. Don’t worry I still love you and I’ll always be here.” She said that word for word. So she was lying to me? Why would you lie instead of communicating openly? If she had told me she was having those thoughts it would’ve been easier for me, but she gave me that reassurance and then blindsided me a month later. I told her it’s normal to lose feelings in a relationship after a while, that eventually that initial spark or honeymoon phase ends, and that’s when the real relationship starts and you work on building a life together. Love eventually becomes a choice and not just a feeling. But she said she wouldn’t lose feelings with the right person. Now I’m the wrong person when she literally told me a million times that we were always meant for each other. I told her I think she’ll end up being disappointed when she realizes there is no “one” person that gives you that magical feeling for life, you eventually reach a point where you have to choose that person everyday. Relationships are hard and most of them end up losing that initial spark, but it’s an opportunity for a new kind of love to blossom, a love based off commitment and loyalty to each other. That’s the only way a relationship can last forever. And during our relationship we even acknowledged that fact together and we told each other that if the feelings fade we will always choose each other no matter what happens. It makes no sense to me. And if she actually lost feelings and fell out of love, that’s fine. But to say she never loved me in the way “real love” is, that makes no sense to me and it’s killing me inside. Have I just been blind and stupid the entire relationship? How does it take TWO YEARS to realize that? She said to me, “maybe you can choose someone and settle for them and learn to love them, but I believe there’s one person out there that is meant for me and when I find them I will know it deep inside me.” Yea, I believed that too. I believed it because I thought it was you. Just because I chose you doesn’t mean I’m settling for you or learning to love you. I thought you were meant for me. It’s so ridiculous I don’t understand, she used to be so sure that I was the one, she knew it deep inside her that I was. And now she’s saying that when she finds it, she’ll know. Well you knew it with me and now you don’t.
Part of me understands why she lost feelings, we didn’t really have a strong base. We were together for only a week before I left for a year. I feel like it wasn’t enough time for the physical attraction to build up and to get to know each other in person. By the time we visited each other, a lot of time had passed and the spark wasn’t the same as the beginning, it was kinda awkward at first. We got into a serious committed relationship talking about future marriage, before we ever hugged each other. She was scared to kiss me, maybe that’s why she said she was forcing herself to be comfortable. But eventually we kissed and it was great. During the visits it felt like everything was going great and that our relationship was getting stronger. I didn’t think that she was uncomfortable. I feel like if we had done all the intimate things in the beginning, we would have a base to build off of and the spark would be alive.
Also I keep blaming myself and wondering what I did wrong. I’m just certain that it’s my fault, that I made her lose attraction. Maybe I wasn’t manly enough or attractive enough. Maybe I was too boring or uninteresting or too “stable”. Being in love with someone basically means you have to be sexually attracted to them first, that’s what separates family love from romantic love. Maybe I didn’t do enough to keep her attracted to me, so she felt like she lost feelings. It was really hard with the distance. I tried, I really tried. I would always flirt and tease her, I tried not to let the relationship feel like it was a platonic friendship over time. I was always confident and “manly” with her, I stood my ground when she did things I didn’t like, I wasn’t needy. We sexted and video called all the time. I always planned amazing dates. I tried to keep the fun alive. I don’t know what else I could’ve done to keep her attracted. I truly feel like if we had been in person the whole time, it would’ve worked and she would’ve still been attracted to me. It’s just different when you’re there physically. But we both knew this, we acknowledged that it was gonna be hard and the feelings may fade, but we said we’d always choose each other no matter what. Maybe it was inevitable with the distance, but at the end she said it wasn’t because of the distance, she believes with the right person the distance wouldn’t matter. So I just wasn’t the right person for her, I was for a while, but I let her lose attraction for me. Your view on love and attraction may differ, but I learned that it’s the guy’s responsibility to keep a woman attracted, it’s about how he acts and behaves that keeps her attracted. So it’s my fault she lost attraction, it’s something I did. For example when I look back at the first visit, a mistake I made was asking to kiss her instead of just going for it. She said no, maybe because I came off as unconfident and that turned her off. I was so nervous during the first visit because there was so much expectation built up inside my head. Maybe that prevented me from being able to genuinely enjoy myself around her and attract her. Eventually though, we got comfortable with each other and we kissed and it was great. I felt the spark was there. I don’t think she met someone else, I asked her and she said no. Yea maybe she could’ve lied, but i know her and I don’t think she would do that. She said “you know me, I would never allow myself to do that while I’m in a relationship. The reasons are solely because I don’t feel in love with you anymore.”
We hit a little rut near the end because we were both very busy, but I didn’t think it was concerning because she always gave reassurance and made it seem like everything is fine. It feels like shit hearing that someone was settling for me. Why wasn’t I enough? I keep looking back and thinking what I could’ve done different to keep her attracted. I keep nitpicking at myself and feeling insecure about the way I am. She was so sure of me in the beginning so I must’ve done something along the way to make her lose feelings. She let me tear my walls down and trust her fully, then she left. It feels like I’m not worthy of love because she saw something in me and decided she didn’t want me. What hurts the most is that to me, she was “it”, to me she was the one. And she said that to me too and I believed her. I felt that she truly meant it when she said that. She would tell me she was always attracted to me and had feelings during our friendship but she “locked them in a box” because she was too afraid. She even told me that I was a walking green flag and that I was perfect and I did nothing wrong. It hurts to know she thinks that yet she still decided she didn’t want me. It kills to know that one day she’ll get married, he’ll get to hold her and kiss her and have a family, and it won’t be with me. I can’t stand the thought of her being intimate with someone else. And it’s the thought that, whoever she ends up with, will be better than me in a way. She will love him more than she loved me. He will make her feel what I couldn’t make her feel. And I’m blaming myself so much that I couldn’t make her feel like that anymore. I’m grieving the future that we both planned together. I feel so betrayed, I feel like shit. Most of all I just really miss her, we knew each other for 7 years and now we’re just strangers again.
I’ve been hurt before, I’ve had a few breakups, but this one hurts the most. I don’t know what it is about this girl that makes me feel like I’ll never find anyone better. I know that time heals everything but I feel like this has damaged me on a deep level, I feel like I can’t let my walls down again. I don’t want to love again and risk getting hurt. I can’t invest myself fully into someone if I’m always afraid they’re going to blindside me. I know a breakup shouldn’t define your self worth, but it’s just the idea that the person I loved doesn’t see herself spending her life with me anymore, that makes me feel really bad. It’s the thought that she saw something in me that made her decide she doesn’t love me. She analyzed our relationship and thought “I want someone better”. The thought that it’s my fault, that it’s something I did. I didn’t have enough “game”. I couldn’t keep her attraction high. I can’t stand the idea of her getting married one day and finding her “it”. Of course I want her to be happy but I’d be lying if I said that doesn’t kill me inside.
Nobody is perfect but she was close to it. She’s such a rare breed, she had everything I wanted in a woman and it’s so hard to come by. I wish I had a reason to hate her but she’s genuinely an amazing person. She did nothing bad to me, we barely fought and when we did it was very gentle. Our entire relationship was pretty much perfect up until the end. I’ve never been with someone that was this compatible with me. She’s the kindest human, she’s intelligent, she’s very mature, she’s beautiful inside and out, she’s very warm and gentle. And the fact that she’s such a sweet and genuine person makes it way harder. If she had cheated or something I think this would’ve been easier on me, because I’d see her as a bad person. But she’s not a bad person. It hurts way more knowing that she was feeling like she wanted to end things, but at the same time she was trying to convince herself to love me, because she didn’t want to hurt me. She didn’t want to break her promises, she was trying so hard not to, but in the end she couldn’t lie to herself anymore. Why do I have to feel like someone has to convince themselves to love me? Why does someone have to force themselves to believe I’m the one? Why can’t anyone ever just truly believe it with their entire soul, that they want to be with me. When I asked for reassurance and she told me she still loved me and would never give up, she was trying to convince herself because she didn’t want to hurt me. It was all lies. Every “I love you” in the last 4 months was a lie. I feel like such an idiot that I was sitting there for the past 4 months thinking that everything was going great. She was just faking her affection the whole time. Imagine hearing that someone was forcing themselves to love you. No one was forcing you! The exit door has always been open, no one forced her to stay, no one forced her to pursue me in the first place. I told her many times that I just want truth and transparency in our relationship, yet she hid all of those things. She said she hid them because she cared about me and didn’t want to hurt me, and she was trying to make it work. But if she truly cared for me, she would know that I deserve honesty, I deserve to know the truth even if it hurts. I don’t deserve to live in a lie. If she cared for me she would let me go find someone who truly loves me, instead of just pretending to love me. By lying, she was only caring about herself, to relieve herself of the guilt. The breakup would’ve been way smoother if she just told the truth from the start, but now I feel like an idiot who sat there for 4 months thinking that everything was going well, when in reality it wasn’t.
There’s so many things I loved about her. I loved the way she cries during every movie, she thinks she’s too sensitive but I think it’s beautiful to feel your emotions that deeply. I loved the way her face lights up when she smiles. I loved how she would call me just to tell me silly little things about her day. I loved her curiosity and wonder for the universe. I loved how she would run into my arms when she saw me. She just understood me, and I understood her. I can’t hate her, I wish I could, but I just love her with all my heart. I don’t think I’ll ever stop. Even when 20 years pass and I’m over this and we’re both married to other people, I will still love her and wish the best for her. I miss her so much, I miss talking to her. I know we can't be friends, but I really wish I could still have her in my life. But I shouldn't wish that I guess, because she decided she wants to live her life without me in it. I can’t believe she could decide to lose me forever when she always said she could never live without me.
The worst part is, I reacted to the break up very emotionally. I showed how hurt I was, I wrote a long paragraph, and I brought up all the promises she made. That was a mistake, it probably killed any ounce of attraction she had left. If there was any chance of her coming back or realizing it was a mistake, I destroyed that chance. I made it look like I can’t live without her. I didn’t beg for her back at all, but I kept pushing for answers and explanations. I asked her what I did wrong and stuff, and that made me look super desperate. I should’ve just accepted the break up immediately and cut off all communication. Maybe then she would’ve thought about it, she would wonder why I wasn’t upset and have second thoughts about her decision. It would make me look more attractive in her eyes. But no I ruined it forever. Now all I want to do is salvage some respect, to make her see me as a valuable person. Not as someone who can’t live without her. Deep down I really want her to have a change of heart, I want her to feel re-attracted somehow, after having some time and space away from the situation. But I ruined her image of me. Now I’m looking back and analyzing every little thing about our relationship and wondering what I should’ve done better. I realized I made a lot of mistakes, which at the time I didn’t think were mistakes, but now looking back it’s probably my fault she lost attraction. I didn’t do enough.
I told myself during the relationship that “everything is temporary, don’t get too attached, life can change at any moment”. I know those things because I’ve learned my lessons from the past, but this is still killing me. I know almost everyone has been heartbroken, I’m nothing special, every human has been through this before. I just need to hear that it wasn’t my fault or that I’ll find someone better eventually. I’m blaming myself a lot right now and I keep thinking that she wouldn’t have left if I had been attractive enough. I generally consider myself a confident person but this has set me back a lot, it’s ruining my self esteem. Maybe I have attachment issues that I need to work on. I know that time will heal this, but right now I can’t imagine myself finding someone that’s better. I feel like the idea of “the one” has been ruined for me. I want to believe it, but I don’t think I do anymore. Even if I find another person who I think is the one, there’s always the possibility that they will change their mind. There’s always a chance that all of their words and actions were just lies. A lot of people get into relationships because they love the idea of being in love, not because they are actually in love with the person.
Thank you for reading this far, I know it’s a long post. I needed somewhere to vent, I don’t have many people to talk to. When I cry, I cry alone. And during the act of crying I start to hate myself for being such a bitch. I know it’s perfectly okay to cry and feel your emotions but it’s hard to escape the conditioning that I’m used to. I have friends and family but, I can’t express my emotions the way I did in this post. People have their own lives and worries and they don’t want to deal with someone’s silly heartbreak I guess.
TL;DR - my gf and I broke up a month ago, she said she was settling for me and that I wasn’t the “one”, even though she made promises and assured me that she wouldn’t leave. I keep blaming myself and wondering what I did wrong.

Am 21F , born and raised in Kenya , currently majoring in counseling/clinical psychology. Some back story ,
When I was choosing on what course to pursue in uni , I was a bit conflicted , I knew I always wanted to do a course that benefited my people and country(Somalia) as a whole so medicine was the only way as I couldn’t go be a soldier, am not brave enough to shoot lol.
My father decided It was going to be MBBS(bachelor of medicine and surgery)
Mind you ,I become light headed and nauseous at the sight of blood and most importantly I didn’t feel like it was my calling.
The turning point for me was , when I went to check the schools out before my admission. Mashallah I saw 100+ Somali girls/boys studying the same course I couldn’t be more proud. It felt familiar it felt easy for me to just join.
But then deep down I’ve always know I wanted to do pychology , I just didn’t know how to tell my parents.
I believe our country has experienced high rates of trauma ,stemming from the violence , misplacement and many other things .
Worst of all I researched and saw that the ratio of psychologists to the overall population is 0.0003% That’s like 50 qualified psychologists practicing and somalia is 18.7 million people ,
People who’ve lived thru wars , the amount of ,ptsd and panic disorder has to insanely high. Also depression , schizophrenia , mania , anxiety and psychosis .
This whole qabil extremism somehow stems from unresolved mental issues and hatred towards other qabil to the point of murdering each other.
I believe there’s a lot of unresolved generational traumas we suffer from . Keeping that in mind I chose to go ahead and do major in that as what other better way to contribute to my country and people. I believe we would be far ahead as a country if everyone healed from their traumas and other mental issues.
My father got super mad as of course the pay is clearly way less than it would be if I studied surgery. Then to make matters worse I told him I’d like to volunteer in Somalia even after I graduate and I wouldn’t charge for my services.
Well well , I started volunteering already while studying in my free time with kids and my heart breaks from all the sexual abuse cases I handle daily. The amount of anxiety these little kids have from being beaten by parents .
I often try to mediate and talk to parents on the negative effects shouting and beating kids has on not just mental development of children but also their social skills and how they will navigate in life later on but none of them take me seriously they believe there’s nothing like that.
Most of them believe that they turned out fine and they were beaten with way worse stuff and if u listen to them , u can tell they suffer from undiagnosed ptsd themselves.
How do I make people who don’t believe in mental health , start believing in it , they often tell me am just a kid who’s trying to teach the elders and apparently that’s disrespectful.
Just last week I had a 14 year come to me , she wouldn’t speak at first but after some sessions she started warming up to me and opened up about how her uncle sexually assaulted her when she was 11 . My heart dropped to my stomach ,
First am not qualified yet to handle a case of that caliber , second I can’t go report it as they would as for evidence and it’s been 3 years it would be her words against the uncles. After she told me not to tell her mom as her mom would beat her , I told her she wouldn’t, as I was afraid the uncle would do that again , only for her mom to tell me “ilmahena qurafaadka kaada “
Mind she’s the one who brought her to me because apparently her daughter has been quiet and distancing herself , after the local habaryars told her I was mediating between parents and kids all of a sudden am a qumayo
It’s so much but that’s the tip of the iceberg
What do I do. There’s only so much one can do
You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink.
Is it any better in somalia?
Am ok with trials and tribulations but I can’t let my father down more so after refusing to do his choice of course.

30F
Running history
Ran cross country in high school. 4K PR 17:29 (7:02/mile), 3 mile PR 22:03 (7:21/mile). I didn't do any training in the off season.
Annoyingly, I never actually raced a 5K during high school cross country. We did one three mile race each year, the rest of our races were 4K's.
Started running again April 2023 to train for a sprint triathlon.
Mileage by Month Graph
https://imgur.com/a/TRItqf8
Race results

Month	Race Type	Time	Weather	Notes
April 2023	5K	27:23 (8:48/mile average)	30 degrees, 17 mph NW wind, 86% humidity	Negative splits. Felt good, didn't take this too seriously.
June 2023	3 miles	23:01 (7:40/mile average)	70 degrees, 7 mph S wind, 56% humidity	Positive splits. Very hard, didn't feel great.
August 2023	5k, part of a sprint triathlon	23:23 (7:31/mile average)	70 degrees, cloudy, 3 mph wind NW, 73% humidity	Negative splits. Hard but felt good. Garmin measured this course as short. Garmin 5K time is 23:53 (I kept running after crossing the finish).
November 2023	5 mile trail	42:27 (8:29/mile average)	39 degrees, 14 mph SSE wind, 65% humidity	Positive splits. Very hard. Garmin recorded this as 5.20 miles. Took three week off from training in September due to a vacation.

May 2024 Goal 5K
After the November five miler, I settled on a new goal: beat my high school running performance. I decided to define this as running a 5K at a pace equivalent to my three mile PR in high school. This equals a 5K time of 22:35.
In December, I added kettlebell strength training twice a week. I upped my mileage and ran six days a week. Generally, I ran three easy six mile days, one easy 8 mile, one easy long run between 10-14 miles, and two workouts a week. The workouts were usually one hill, and the other was usually tempo or intervals. Generally my typical easy running pace was anywhere from 9:20-10:30/mile. I probably ran some intervals and hills too hard. I also didn't dedicate enough time to warm ups or cool downs.Garmin VO2 max increased to 52 in December and 53 in March. Finally, I signed up for a May 2024 5K race.
Last 11 weeks of weekly mileage: 44, 45, 47, 46, 20 (vacation), 42, 41, 38, 28, 29 (vacation half this week), 18 (vacation half this week).
I mostly avoided injury. There was a week I did two hard workouts on consecutive days, and that left my knee hurting for about a week, but thankfully I recovered. I also occasionally struggled with a side stitch/pain on my right side.
Lessons learned: it got really hard to prioritize running and workouts during vacation, and as the weather got nicer in my area I started to get busier too. I think my training peaked too early and tapered off too strongly.
I did get a Garmin 5K PR of 23:26 on a 4/30 training run which left me feeling confident. The workout was 5 1K's with two minute rest in between, and I ran the 1K's at the following paces: 7:11, 7:07, 7:00, 6:55, 6:42. However, a different workout the next week left me demoralized after it was much harder than I anticipated.
Race Day
The few days leading up to the race, I was quite nervous. A big concern of mine was peeing my pants. This happened during my high school three mile PR. At that time I was also on my period, so I was hoping to write off the experience as a weird one off related to menstruation. I was also quite worried about getting a debilitating side stitch, as that happened during one of my last few training runs. I focused on drinking a lot of water in the few days leading up to the race, as I theorized the side stitch came on due to dehydration. I slept well the week of the race.
Race day weather: 65 degrees, 12 mph SSE wind, 73% humidity.
Woke up at 6:30 AM and ate some bites of sweet potato and a smoothie made from tart cherries, beets, and cocoa. Listened to the Kendrick-Drake diss tracks to pump me up. I leisurely biked the three miles to the start of the race. I ran 3/4 of a mile for a warm up and did some dynamic movements to warm up. Used the porta potty twice, including just minutes before the race. Had to cut through nearly a thousand people to get near the start. Race started at 8:45 AM.
I decided to aim for a pace of 7:08 and see how that felt. I chose this pace mostly based on the 5 1000 meter workout I did a few weeks before. I ended the first mile at 7:07. It felt hard but manageable. Same for the second mile, where I ended at 7:08.
However, I fell apart a bit during the third mile. I really slowed down for about 2 minutes and 15 seconds, bottoming out at a pace of 8:15 per mile. Seeing that really demoralized me. My breathing was labored, and I started to feel a pain on my right side and general stomach discomfort. I was able to bring up my pace for a minute, but then I had another slower minute. During this time, there were two runners ahead of me. I think one was coaching the other - and she started to encourage me too. I sped up to run with them and stayed with them for a few minutes. I ran past some friends who were cheering me on, and I couldn't even manage a smile or to notice their sign. I ended the third mile with a split of 7:28. My husband was following along via bike and he could tell I really struggled in that third mile. He said it looked like I wasn't breathing and he could hear me gasping for air.
I didn't think it was possible, but once my watch buzzed for the third mile, I surged. Maybe it was desperation for the race to be over. My pace the last .10 of the mile was 6:34. I started to feel something strange in the pelvic region, but kept my pace.
Time: 22:34
Once I crossed the finish line, I peed. Couldn't control it at all. It felt like it was more than a leakage, but it also didn't dribble down my leg.
I felt terrible for a good 10-15 minutes. had to lay down. Really wanted to just sit on a toilet, but since my only option was the porta potty, I declined. Suddenly though, I felt better. I regained my strength, cheered on a friend who was finishing a longer race, and was to have a busy Saturday complete with another 17 miles of (leisurely) biking.
Soreness was minimal. Saturday I swore that was my last race.
Now I'm thinking, how do I get below 22 minutes? I think I'll aim for a fall race and trail using a Pfitzinger plan.
but first - I shall find a pelvic floor PT.

I(31f) just had my third baby about four months ago. Things were great at first but I have become extremely overwhelmed with every aspect of my life. Having three kids is not like having two. I find myself being pulled in three directions all at once. My kids are 7,3 and 4 months. My oldest has ADHD and has behavioral problems in school. My 3 year old was just diagnosed with moderate autism. I am the only one doing all the appointments for them, the long forms for each therapy. I can’t even do it all because I get so tired from one so everything has been drawn out for weeks. I only have Sunday and Monday off work so I spend my Mondays doing the phone calls and forms and arranging of appointments. And my baby is so happy and cute but in their short time here I’ve already fell while holding them and just yesterday while they were in the body carrier hit their head on the microwave door. Both times they have been ok and unharmed. But I feel each day more detached from my kids and less capable of being a mother. My husband got laid off a few weeks ago and hasn’t really been looking for a job. We are barely making ends meet and it has caused me great stress. My mother is my childcare and she will continually make demeaning and hurtful comments about my children or myself and my husband. She just says she “tells it like it is, and it comes off rude but isn’t”. I called out of work today, and I’m trying to call out tomorrow. I went back at 6 weeks because I had too for money. I have a good job but I feel no motivation anymore to do anything but sit in bed and eat my comfort foods. I want to shut down but I can’t. Who would pay our bills…my husband has been caring for our children. But I am starting to fall into not caring about anything and letting it all fall apart. I’ve been trying to keep it together for so long and I’m tired. I called my OB about my PPD and they said they can’t help me because I already did a “screening” at 6 weeks but at that time I was ok…I feel helpless and tired. That’s all…Thanks for reading.

What are your requirements for joining?:
-You must be willing to use Teamspeak 3 with Task Force Beta, are over the age of 16, and are at least able to attend most operations (though we do understand people are busy and allow people to submit LOAs before missions).
How many people come each week?:
Fresh unit pulling about 16 - 23 people a week
What Time Zone do you have Operations?:
Currently we are Based off of US Eastern Standard Time
How long do operations typically last?:
Operations Typically last anywhere from an Hour to about three hours depending on how fast we go through Objectives
Do you have automatic, or user-made missions?
By the Power of USER’S “Little Scripting in the missions other then that Full User Operations”
Why join the 106th Division?:

-Command Staff that will listen to each other make jokes and still maintain the level of semi-serious in operations -Each member of their sections are eager to teach and train brand new people so long as they are in fact ready to Learn -Though we are Enclave Primary we do talk to other people as they want to be talked to little to no Toxicity from Upper Command down to the Lower Enlisted “Few Exceptions Mainly friends who make Sarcastic jokes and forget that new people are watching” 

We are composed of:
Enclave:

• 1st Platoon “Chimera”
• Aviation HQ “Nightmare”

Legion of Steel Detachment:

• Outcast, Infantry
• Crimson, Deckcrew/Air Crew

Overview:
Enclave Army- currently the Enclave is the front line infantry with power armor, augmentations for Squad leads, Different roles/MOS’s and a good feel for combat in any environment.
Enclave Aviation- The Enclave AirCrops is the last remaining of the U.S. Aircorps comprising F9F Panthers, Possible F-104s, Vertibirds, and also VTOL AC130s. Doing roles of a support element and a transport element. The AirCorps being the last remaining of the Government it is the duty of protecting and providing absolute support to the ground forces of the Army.
Legion of Steel Lancer’s-
Lancers are the Legion of Steel's finest deck crew and co-pilots. Our operations include deck or air base operations such as the 3Rs (Refueling, Repairing, or Rearming) of aircraft and land vehicles, Air Traffic Control, and managing infantry and pilots. We aim to ease the pilots' work by providing easy navigation to and from the airfield. Additional responsibilities include pilot support in aircraft as Co-Pilots or Gunners as necessary.
Legion of Steel- Legion of steel is currently the Brotherhood’s last hope at remembering Elder Lyon’s and his Daughter Sarah Lyons “The Pride” our job is to go behind the enemy’s lines and collect any and all tech/ sabotage and HVT annihilation or retrieval we work with the Enclave forces while keeping our Creed and have an advanced understanding of “fight when needed and move to a new Section” LoS is Special Forces in Heavy Combat/ Infantry Support we have Lancer and Enclave Aviation Support
Schedule:
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Saturday: Free
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Hello, I have a unique situation that I would love some opinions on.
I just finished my sophomore year at a top20 school majoring in economics. I’m unsure what I want to go into as I was unsuccessful to land a IB internship during the 2025 recruiting cycle, so I’m now looking to go into consulting.
Anways, I landed a WM internship in the Midwest (where I’m from) earlier this spring, and this has been my plan for the summer since then. However, I was recruited to play football out of high school, but I decided not to because my heart wasn’t in it at the time. Ever since then, I’ll see the football players on campus walking around and wish I decided to play it. Eventually, after discussions with the coach, I got the chance to walk on the team, which requires me to be on campus all summer and not be able to work this WM internship.
This leads to my other conflict, which is I’ve had a bad knee for years. I’ve been unsuccessful rehabbing it in the past, so I wasn’t sure if I could even play football, which is why I didn’t make a decision right away. I told myself I was going to wait until I FULLY rehab my knee to commit to football, so I haven’t told my WM internship that I was no longer planing on working the position in the case that my knee wouldn’t heal. This was the case for many months, as my knee wouldn’t heal, so I came back to the Midwest and worked the first week of the internship (which I have enjoyed so far)
However, this last week my knee also made significant progress, and I was able to complete a pain free football workout yesterday making me believe my knee is healed. Now I’m thinking about quitting the internship to go back to campus and live out my dream of playing college football.
I also have a remote search fund internship on the side (which isn’t nearly as good, but still some experience) so it’s not like I’ll not be working SOMETHING while playing football.
Anyways, I was wondering if you think not working this internship is a bad idea for my career path, and if quitting after one week is a bad look given my circumstances. Sorry for the length post, just wanted to explain the whole situation.
Thanks

Does anyone else feel like being lonely hits very differently after around 25? I'm 27 right now and the past 2-3 years have been uniquely miserable for me even though I've been depressed and lonely/friendless since around 14. I read that there are brain changes that happen after you around 25 so that might be why. But another contributing factor I think is that I'm no longer in an institution that facilitates human interaction. I have fewer opportunities to beat my social anxiety and to meet people.
When you're in school or in college most people want to make friends. But as an adult it's so different. Sure you can talk to people you meet, say at a bar or a coffeeshop, but there's so much more resistance and friction, you truly need to connect with each other to become friends and not forget about each other after that one interaction. Even if you have a hobby most people just wanna do their thing and go home or they hang out with their own friend group.
PS: if you're in the same situation, I made a sub for us to discuss and help each other, feel free to join if you're interested: adultsocialanxiety

Why are you enlisting in the army?
Because my parents (Mother, Gen X) are not allowing a "20 year old Male that has been out of high school for "2" years & That is only working a part time job at Publix and is or not in any type of full time job (which i was but decided to quit *A connection job my parents put me on to by a friend *The Boss* which i immediately & automatically got but i burned the bridge by NCNS and ruined a reptation.) or in college (went twice, commuted Aug 2022, Stayed on campus Aug 2023) to live in there household as in "Adult". "The only people that can live for free and worry free are children" "We have NO more "Children". I have 2 older brothers (Oldest in his 30"s Married, 2 Children) , Middle (Late 20's pushing 30) No Kids, Living life & then there's me the Youngest (20 Years old, No type of motivation or idea of what i want in life sincerely, Hate how this is "Life" & how you really gotta feen for yourself as a person. I don't talk to my brothers fr we all got our own lives going on to the point its hard to have a update & that's just how its always been. Growing up they weren't around & i was the youngest so it was just me, they were already passed this stage of life when i was just coming up in my middle school - high school era. Today my parents found out that i no longer worked for the job (Warehouse $19 hour pay Full time) that they put me on too & that was definitely the dealbreaker. I was told as im typing this sentence at 5:32 PM "Tomorrow morning (May 22,2024) "We are going to the military requiting place and signing you up and that's your only option" or you have to go.. I was basically told that I can longer stay at my Parents home anymore & that now I have to depend on myself.
Why did you quit the FT $19 a HOUR warehouse Job?
Off rip on Day 1 i hated it, I knew i wasn't gon last long. Common sense would think $19 hourly pay as in MONEY (GOOD PAY) would be motivation to keep the job or to just deal with it but for me it was more then just money. Thats why from my perspective its different cuz i didn't care about the pay, I worked my 2 weeks and quit before i even saw how my pay check looked. it was just the job i did not like or feel a good fit for me itself. At 20 years old i was the youngest person in there. Everyone else were in there Late 30s , 40s & even 60s stating they have been there 27 years and more. That also was motivation for me because i was looking at it as like "I'm just trying to make money & build myself up, pay my bills, get me a new car, stack bread etc" but for everybody else yall got to "Pay bills, take care of yall family's, take care of yall kids & all these extra necessity that i don't have", so im looking at differently.
But as days went on and time started to progress i slowly felt irk. I slowly hated this lifestyle. The having to get up in morning at 5:20am Mon-Fri, Being in a loud hot ass warehouse all day, barley having breaks & just the environment in general. i just couldn't see myself doing that particular warehouse job for the rest of my life. (my first warehouse job).
During my 2nd week (last) Prolly Monday 5/13/24 The Connection "Friend" which was my boss that my parents put me on to said that one of the workers who was training me said i wasn't getting the job down pack correctly & my boss proceeded to tell me i have until Friday to get it down or they will have to let me go. i felt sum type of way cause i was seriously doing the job to the best of my capability and in the process i was still fairly new & learning. He also proceed behind closed doors to call my mother after our conversation we had and told her what was said as well.. I Only knew this because right after maybe 8 minutes after are convo i decided to take my 10 minute break & i get a message from my mom asking "Hey how's work going?" then i call her and she tells me...That he called. So in my head im frustrated because what does my Work business have to do with Personal life/ My mother being involve?? & Im not in middle school or high school, so why are we calling parents? Like Am im not a Young "Adult" in the "Real World" workforce?? I felt like that was weird to me off rip specially when i was told that "Work business is Work business.
I felt very Unentitled. Every time i would get off work i wouldn't know what to do after which I also always felt drained and foggy like i didn't have a life outside of going to work. I hated the way i felt.
Those were brief reasons on why i Ultimately made the decision to call it quits but in reality my reasons dont really matter its just the fact that i quit the job.
But now im back to square one figuring out what my next step is.. My plan
Either the service or being kicked out the choice is mine. I never was interested in any type of military role, it was never something i saw nor wanted to do. Since i was told that would be were i could be headed i did decided to do sum research on the process of how enlisting works and etc.. I didn't plan on taking that route personally. I know atp in my life the decision is indeed mine and i have to do whats right for and i think the military route is also not a fit for me. So now i have my 2nd option, Leave home.. Leave living with my parents just like college. Not having to worry about anything but myself, Having the independence lifestyle. It all sounds good but i know thats a huge step into the "Adult' life and just my life in general.
Im a 20 year old male, with no car, a part time job at publix, just got kicked out my parents house, & need guidance on what should i do?
open to all feedback please

Hello
I know the website only accepts 15 credits max from public high school, but i already have 19 from my previous public high school.
How much did yall transferred from public high school and how much was the total cost to get the penn foster diploma??
I want to get my diploma asap which i think i will be able to with penn foster but the cost is what im concerned about. Not sure if its worth spending over 1k just to obtain 6 more credits when i have already completed 19.. cuz they only accepts 15 max.
I do have local classes to help with ged exam for FREE but its not until fall of this year to even start. Basically i will be wasting several months when I could’ve started my program with penn foster and already got my diploma.
The reasons why im not just taking the ged exam either is that its been several years since i have gotten out of school.
What would you do? I know once i start my college and get my bachelors degree, the employer wont even ask about my high school diploma or grades. 🤔

Why are you enlisting in the army?
Because my parents (Mother, Gen X) are not allowing a "20 year old Male that has been out of high school for "2" years & That is only working a part time job at Publix and is or not in any type of full time job (which i was but decided to quit *A connection job my parents put me on to by a friend *The Boss* which i immediately & automatically got but i burned the bridge by NCNS and ruined a reptation.) or in college (went twice, commuted Aug 2022, Stayed on campus Aug 2023) to live in there household as in "Adult". "The only people that can live for free and worry free are children" "We have NO more "Children". I have 2 older brothers (Oldest in his 30"s Married, 2 Children) , Middle (Late 20's pushing 30) No Kids, Living life & then there's me the Youngest (20 Years old, No type of motivation or idea of what i want in life sincerely, Hate how this is "Life" & how you really gotta feen for yourself as a person. I don't talk to my brothers fr we all got our own lives going on to the point its hard to have a update & that's just how its always been. Growing up they weren't around & i was the youngest so it was just me, they were already passed this stage of life when i was just coming up in my middle school - high school era. Today my parents found out that i no longer worked for the job (Warehouse $19 hour pay Full time) that they put me on too & that was definitely the dealbreaker. I was told as im typing this sentence at 5:32 PM "Tomorrow morning (May 22,2024) "We are going to the military requiting place and signing you up and that's your only option" or you have to go.. I was basically told that I can longer stay at my Parents home anymore & that now I have to depend on myself.
Why did you quit the FT $19 a HOUR warehouse Job?
Off rip on Day 1 i hated it, I knew i wasn't gon last long. Common sense would think $19 hourly pay as in MONEY (GOOD PAY) would be motivation to keep the job or to just deal with it but for me it was more then just money. Thats why from my perspective its different cuz i didn't care about the pay, I worked my 2 weeks and quit before i even saw how my pay check looked. it was just the job i did not like or feel a good fit for me itself. At 20 years old i was the youngest person in there. Everyone else were in there Late 30s , 40s & even 60s stating they have been there 27 years and more. That also was motivation for me because i was looking at it as like "I'm just trying to make money & build myself up, pay my bills, get me a new car, stack bread etc" but for everybody else yall got to "Pay bills, take care of yall family's, take care of yall kids & all these extra necessity that i don't have", so im looking at differently.
But as days went on and time started to progress i slowly felt irk. I slowly hated this lifestyle. The having to get up in morning at 5:20am Mon-Fri, Being in a loud hot ass warehouse all day, barley having breaks & just the environment in general. i just couldn't see myself doing that particular warehouse job for the rest of my life. (my first warehouse job).
During my 2nd week (last) Prolly Monday 5/13/24 The Connection "Friend" which was my boss that my parents put me on to said that one of the workers who was training me said i wasn't getting the job down pack correctly & my boss proceeded to tell me i have until Friday to get it down or they will have to let me go. i felt sum type of way cause i was seriously doing the job to the best of my capability and in the process i was still fairly new & learning. He also proceed behind closed doors to call my mother after our conversation we had and told her what was said as well.. I Only knew this because right after maybe 8 minutes after are convo i decided to take my 10 minute break & i get a message from my mom asking "Hey how's work going?" then i call her and she tells me...That he called. So in my head im frustrated because what does my Work business have to do with Personal life/ My mother being involve?? & Im not in middle school or high school, so why are we calling parents? Like Am im not a Young "Adult" in the "Real World" workforce?? I felt like that was weird to me off rip specially when i was told that "Work business is Work business.
I felt very Unentitled. Every time i would get off work i wouldn't know what to do after which I also always felt drained and foggy like i didn't have a life outside of going to work. I hated the way i felt.
Those were brief reasons on why i Ultimately made the decision to call it quits but in reality my reasons dont really matter its just the fact that i quit the job.
But now im back to square one figuring out what my next step is.. My plan
Either the service or being kicked out the choice is mine. I never was interested in any type of military role, it was never something i saw nor wanted to do. Since i was told that would be were i could be headed i did decided to do sum research on the process of how enlisting works and etc.. I didn't plan on taking that route personally. I know atp in my life the decision is indeed mine and i have to do whats right for and i think the military route is also not a fit for me. So now i have my 2nd option, Leave home.. Leave living with my parents just like college. Not having to worry about anything but myself, Having the independence lifestyle. It all sounds good but i know thats a huge step into the "Adult' life and just my life in general.
Im a 20 year old male, with no car, a part time job at publix, just got kicked out my parents house, & need guidance on what should i do?
open to all feedback please

Hello there! Welcome to what is likely going to be a long, rambly post. I'm going to structure this as though I were answering job interview questions, because let's face it, dating is a glorified job interview for a relationship/getting laid.
Oh, and to save some of you the time reading this (though I did spend a while writing it mind you), I'm 5'5, and it's perfectly fine if that doesn't work for you. I have preferences too! Anyway...
Tell me About Yourself.
Ah, this one is a classic to start off with, glad you asked (or told me to elaborate? Same idea)!
First and foremost, I am a nerd. My favorite day of the week is Sunday, because that's when my D&D game happens (It's actually Pathfinder, but I say D&D because most people are not into the hobby), and this account is named after the character I play in that very game! Feel free to ask for more details at the risk of an overly excited explanation. I also play video games, usually single-player CRPGs, but lately I've been playing Hades and I like being on voice call when I do that.
Professionally I'm... still in school. Here's a lengthy, detailed discussion as to why that is: anxiety sucks. Phew, that was so lengthy, glad that's over! Anyway, I'm a nuclear engineering major and plan to graduate in 4 semesters. In all seriousness, I don't mind going over the full story once we're talking.
What are Some of Your Hobbies?
Lists are helpful for this one! So here we go:

• D&D. Yes I mentioned it already, I'm doing it here again because it's so nice I'll mention it twice! Also, I find that lists are more impressive with more bullet points. Longer bullet points too, that makes it look even more impressive.
• Hockey. When I'm not looking for potential mates, I spend my time shitposting on the hockey subreddit. I've been to 3 NHL games so far and plan to go to more!
• Anything related to animals. For reference, some of the channels I watch on YouTube are Snake Discovery, Clint's Reptiles and Girl with the Dogs.
• Tech stuff. Electric cars, phones, gadgets, all of it is at least of some casual interest to me.

What do You Want in a Potential Partner?
Someone who's not an asshole, shares some interests with me, willing to do some basic stuff (sharing a picture, voice calling, video calling eventually) and treats me with respect. Honestly, not a long list. Physically, I would prefer someone who's of a thinner-average body type as that is what I am. I've made exceptions to this before though, so if you feel that I'm irresistible and not entirely obnoxious, feel free to reach out.
What I want the most though? Just intimacy. I think that's what we all want at the end.
What do You Look Like?
I'm 5'5 as mentioned before, 125 lbs, white, brown hair, green eyes, and have glasses that might as well be made of aquarium glass. Hopefully that gives you a vivid enough picture for now, but an actual picture is worth 1000 words so once we've exchanged a few messages I can share that.
And that, dear reader, is the end of my hopefully well-formatted and not-at-all-obnoxious wall of text. Hope you enjoyed reading it, and I hope to hear from you! If I don't, have a great whatever time of day it happens to be in your timezone!

Married with 2 older teenagers (19M and 17F). Our daughter is 17.5 and has been dating her BF for almost a year. They hang out together pretty much all the time, except when either is working. She is an honor student in all her classes, has a job, and is pretty responsible.
Because of all this, she essentially has free rein to do whatever she wants. We didn’t give her any stipulations on where she could work, who she can date, who she hangs out with, etc. But again this is mainly because we trust her and she is responsible.
Up until a couple of weeks ago, she would text my wife and I via group chat if she was going somewhere, or ask for permission. So I asked her about it and she told me that it was annoying and frustrating for her to text or ask to go to the same places every day. After school she’s either at her BF’s house or at Moe’s (southwestern grill), or both. Occasionally they drive around and go other places around town. She discussed it with me and we disagreed, so she discussed it with her mom. Then my wife came to me and we disagreed, which resulted in an argument.
My whole point is yes, I trust her. But we’re already letting her do pretty much whatever she wants. Her only real rule is a curfew, which varies if it’s a school night or the weekend. All I’m asking for is for a text if she’s going somewhere. My wife’s compromise was how about if she goes to a certain part of town or down a specific road. I said no because it makes it more confusing and because we are already allowing her so much latitude, a text isn’t asking for the world. Except my wife acts like I’m doing too much and I’m controlling.
So AITA? Am I expecting too much?
EDIT 1: My wife’s point is that our daughter has Life360 installed and activated on her phone. Life360 is a tracking app, which I think works better than the standard iPhone app. I didn’t set this up, it was something our son did a few years ago for all of us. My wife says if I wanna know where my daughter is I can check the app. My response is, okay, what if she doesn’t have her phone? What if one day she does something out of the ordinary and doesn’t go to Moe’s? I trust her, not other people.
EDIT 2: I told my daughter and wife I would be okay with her even telling us where she was going, not even asking. But this was also considered too much.

The stress of the last six months has nearly killed me. Besides the general cratering of the outside world—political strife, climate change, inflated rents, corporate greed, and the baffling resurgence of crew socks—my internal life was falling apart, too. I'm at the point where I can't see a way out of the darkness, and that feeling has only grown in the last few days.
My struggles ramped up exponentially in the last two weeks. It started when my long-term girlfriend and I called it quits after five years. There was no definitive relationship-altering fight or infidelity. It was simply the boring banality of the "roommate-ification" of our lives together. We both felt the shift but never talked about it. Turns out communication is important.
Truthfully, we'd stayed together for so long because we couldn't afford to live apart. Our rent had nearly doubled the last time we re-upped our lease but even that was a bargain compared to what was out there currently. We were trapped by our need to have a roof over our heads.
My job had stagnated, and I couldn't find anything better. I was stuck. Like me, she'd been job hunting as well. Unlike me, she had a master's, and her prospects should've been higher. They weren't. For five months, she applied to hundreds of jobs and couldn't break through. If she got a rejection email, it was a win. Most of the time, the companies never responded.
Finally, she found a great opportunity at a Fortune 500 company. It was an involved process. She nailed the five interviews, and her "test project" was well received. She was offered the position, and it came with a massive pay increase—double her current salary. I was proud of her—she needed a win. We celebrated with pizza and beer that night.
Two days later, she dropped the bomb that she was breaking things off. The relationship ending wasn't a surprise. The timing was. The discussion was brief, and there was zero chance of reconciliation. She declined when I asked if she could stay until the lease ended. Mentally, it would've been too much for her. Two days after that, she moved out, taking half the rent with her. I was stuck in a lease I couldn't afford on my salary for the next six months.
My free time evaporated as I took on two extra gigs to help make ends meet. In addition to my office nine to five, I drove for a delivery app on the weekends and took a part-time night job stocking shelves at a local grocery store. When I wasn't hustling for housing, I slept or ate. I did nothing beyond that. Nothing brings me joy. There is no spark.
This drudgery has become my daily routine, and it's killing me.
To help cover some cost gaps, I've started selling off some of my stuff online. It was just me here, and I decided that the Spartan lifestyle would have to work for now. Anything I could fetch a decent amount for went up for sale. My apartment is so empty now every noise causes an echo.
Before my shift at the grocery store, I agreed to meet someone who wanted to take a look at my kitchen table. It was a lovely table – my ex had obsessed over it – but I didn't see a need at the moment. Now that I was a bachelor, my TV trays became my default kitchen tables anyway. I wasn't planning on any dinner parties in the future anyway.
A couple showed up later than they said they would. It was a bored-looking guy and a fastidious young woman. She made friendly small talk as she looked over the table. Her boyfriend (I think) stayed quiet and played bodyguard. I gave him a friendly nod at one point, and he just looked away. She said they'd take it without trying to talk me down. I took the small win.
She asked if I could help carry it down to their truck. I was running late, but feeling helpful, even for a fleeting few seconds, was worth it. Her silent boyfriend and I hauled the table through the hallway and even managed to avoid hitting the walls the entire way down.
I placed it in their truck, got my money, and turned to leave. The girl said thanks, and the boyfriend finally returned the nod. I gave a weird half-wave to them both and started to walk away when I heard the passenger window being rolled down.
"Hey man," the boyfriend said, his voice higher pitched than I thought it would. "What was up with your brother giving us the evil eye in the lobby when we got here?"
I turned around, "Huh? I don't have a brother."
"A cousin then?"
"My family lives about a thousand miles away. What happened in the lobby?"
"A dude that looked just like you was hiding in a dark hallway in the lobby and staring at my girl's ass."
"Jacob, really," she said.
"I'm sorry that happened, but I had nothing to do with it. We do have the occasional homeless guy meander in. Maybe you saw one of them," I said. "Did he say or do anything bad?"
"Jacob, I asked you to not say something," the girl said, burying her head in her hands.
Jacob's frosty attitude to me made sense now. "He said something about running up that ass. I dunno, he was mumbling. I told him I'd beat his ass if he didn't stop staring. Seemed to shut him up."
"Oh. Well, congrats," I said. "I'll tell the manager. Thanks for letting me know."
"You should do a better job keeping jokers like that out of the building."
"Jacob, he's not a security guard."
"He should still be a man and protect his home."
"Have a good night," I said, ending the conversation and heading back up to my apartment. I had about five minutes to change and head out before I'd be late. Last thing my ego needed was to be fired from my backup job.
Thankfully, I was able to slip into work and not get spotted by my boss. That was the last of the good news, though. We had a massive weekly order come in, which meant I'd be there late, plus someone had called out. Worse, our hand truck had a flat tire, and I spent the next few hours torturing my muscles, schlepping heavy boxes around the store. I soldiered on, counting down the minutes until I left and fantasizing about going to bed for the night.
If wishing for sleep wasn't a sad statement to my mental well-being, nothing was.
I came home after my shift at the grocery store and plopped down on the couch. I had contemplated selling it, but it was an older Ikea number, and I didn't think the value would replace my desire to sit. I could feel my body sink into the cushions, and the day's tension seep out. I was beat and tired to the point that turning on the TV was a chore.
I picked up my phone and thought I'd doomscroll until sleep overtook me. I didn't expect it to be a long scroll, as even the methadone that is my phone has failed me lately. As I lowered myself from a slumped position to a supine one, I heard footsteps outside my apartment door. This was not unusual, but the noise I heard sounded like kid footsteps. That was unusual, as nobody on our floor had kids, and it was almost midnight.
Despite my body screaming at me to not move, my brain suggested I check it out. I rolled myself off the couch and eventually stood up. I listened again and heard the kid running down the hallway. I walked over to my door and looked out the peephole. I didn't see anyone.
"Maybe I'm dreaming," I said to myself. "Maybe I'm not staring out a peephole, expecting to see a kid running down the hall at midnight, but instead, I'm cuddled up in my bed, snoozing." I pinched my arm and felt the pain. I was definitely in the waking world.
I turned to head back to the couch when I heard the running again, this time louder. I opened my door and peeked out into the hallway. Nobody was there. The door from the apartment across me opened up, too. Gloria, a young at heart grandma who was friendly/constantly buzzed in a wine mom kind of way, gave me a once over.
"You heard that, too?" she asked.
"Kids?"
"No rugrats around. I assumed it was some drunk assholes stumbling home from the bar."
I laughed. Gloria was, as always, blunt. "I didn't see any assholes," I said.
"Then you're not watching the right kind of internet videos," she said with a wink and a hoarse cackle.
I blushed. How do you respond to that? I just kind of nodded in agreement and shrugged.
"Gotta get your jollies while you can," she said before adding, "You need some rest, dear. You look like hammered shit." She shut her door and went back inside.
She was right. I felt like hammered shit. Since I wasn't going to solve the case of the mysterious runner and was sure it wasn't some lost kid, I decided to call it a night. I went back inside, shut down the apartment, and crawled into bed.
I thought about watching one of the "right kind of internet videos" but fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
***
"Your problem is you think the world owes you something."
John, my elderly coworker at the grocery store, was standing by while I unloaded a pallet of cereal. I liked John, and when I first started, we instantly clicked. He's quick with a joke and fun to talk to. He's also about thirty years older than me and speaks with the Boomer combination of accumulated wisdom, backhanded compliments, and fringe conspiracy nonsense. Still, regardless of how couched the kindness is in gobbledygook, he's usually coming from a good place.
"What?" I said, putting a box of Captain Crunch on the shelf.
"You're complaining about your situation, right? Saying it ain't fair. The world took a paddle to your hind quarters? Hey brother, that's the way the cookie crumbles. Gotta just pick yourself up and start over. You're smart enough – figured this job out right quick – you can do it."
The job was wheeling pallets around the store and stocking shelves. It wasn't much to figure out, but I understood his meaning. The other stuff wasn't necessary, though. "I'm just in a funk. I don't see a way forward."
"Hey, so you've bottomed out. No shame in that. Happens to us all. Silver lining, you can only go up," he said before adding, "Unless some other bad shit happens to you like your car dies or your apartment building burns down. But after that, it's only up."
"The apartment building burning down would be a blessing," I said, hoisting another little Captain on the shelf. "The rent is killing me."
"Have you tried negotiating a lower rent? They used to do that when I was your age."
"I think they'd evict me if I even asked."
"Hell, then you'd have at least thirty days, maybe forty, before they'd kick you out. Plenty of time to turn things around."
"Uh-huh," I said, "Any chance you could give me a hand here?"
"My back is screaming like a pretty young thing after prom," he said, holding his back for emphasis.
I didn't push. "Hey, I meant to tell you about some weird shit that happened the other night."
"Lay it on me. I love the strange."
"So, after my shift the other day, I got home around midnight and was flopped on the couch. I heard someone running down the hallway outside my apartment. I wasn't the only one. A few other neighbors heard it, too. When we checked, though, nobody was there."
"That ain't strange," John said, waving his hand, "that's a man who's plowing another man's wife running for his life."
I laughed. "That's not the weird part. So, for the next two nights, it's the same thing. Around midnight, someone runs down the hallway. Only this time, they're trying the door handles as they pass. So, I asked the front desk to check the security cameras, and they do."
"They see a man running away holding his clothes?"
"There wasn't anyone running down the hall," I said, "But the weird thing was, you could see the door handles turning on the video."
"Damn, that's a good one," John said, "You sure it wasn't just a camera glitch. These new ones from overseas aren't as reliable as they want you to think. Chinese probably using them to spy on you, too."
He continued as my brain tried to reconcile John's two opposing comments. "Weird shit happens at night, man. Before working here, I only worked the day shift. Even when they offered me more money to work nights, I turned it down. Even when they promised me a promotion, I turned them down."
In a previous life, John had worked as a paramedic. He came by it after serving in a medical unit in the army. He'd told me he loved the rush of the job, but after a while, the death and hurt in people's eyes got to be too much to handle. But he worked there for almost twenty years. So, the man had a tolerance for shenanigans and odd occurrences.
"Why'd you agree to work nights here?"
"Shit, we're home before the witching hour. This is like late afternoons, at best. But if it was overnights, hell no. Captain Crunch can anchor his own ship to the shelves. I'd take my ass to 7-11 for a day shift before agreeing to work an overnight."
"Something happen to you during the army?”
“I got the clap,” he offered.
I sighed. “What turned you off nights?"
"Oh. I heard enough stories from coworkers to know I didn't want to experience any of that hoo-doo shit," he said, "trying to save someone's life is hard enough without adding in demon kids and ghosts."
"Did your coworkers see demon kids?" I asked, moving on from the good Captain to the Trix rabbit.
He nodded, "They saw too much. I find it odd, even with all the surveillance we have now and all the science we know about these days, that the night still scares us. You ever know someone who worked a night shift?"
I had. My ex. During college, she worked the overnight desk at a hotel for a while. She quit because the job gave her bad vibes. I told John as much.
He pointed and laughed, "See! Don't you find it odd that every person who works at night always has a story of something eerie happening to them? Every person, buster. That's what they call an irrefutable fact."
"Maybe the ghost running down the hallway is an old employee still doing his rounds."
"In that case, keep that door double locked. I'd even wedge a towel under the door just in case."
"Maybe they're friendly? Casper-like in that way."
"You ever heard someone tell you about a friendly ghost outside the funny papers?"
"I'm sure it happens," I said, "The scary ghosts are more popular though."
“We think we know everything there is to know but we are just babes in the woods when it comes to night things.” John shook his head. "Imma tell you one or three things that happened to a guy I worked with back when I first got hired on to chase after corpses in the ambo. Guy's name was Gil. Quiet man, kept to himself. Didn't rock the boat or demand a bigger paddle. Just rowed with us. Good cat to learn under," John said, finally handing me a cereal box.
I took it, and he kept going, "Now, Gil, ya see, he had a little wifey that would pester him about working days. She was a cop and worked evenings at that time, so they never saw each other. When married people can't align their genitals every now and then, it spells doom."
"A little too much information but sure," I said, shelving another box of Trix.
"Probably part of what happened with you and yours," he said. He wasn't wrong, but that didn't mean I wanted to hear it.
John kept on, "Gil finally got approved to move to nights. Little pay boost and a happy, 'fulfilled' wife should've made that man happy. But it didn't. I saw him a few months later, and he had changed. He might've been quiet when he was working with me, but he'd talk to you if you engaged. When I saw him that time, though, oh boy. He looked sick."
"Wasn't a fan of working nights?"
"Wasn't a fan of living anymore is the feeling I got," John said, "After some prodding, he got to talking with me some. Told me he missed days because the nights were messing with him. I thought it had to do with the schedule change, but that wasn't the case. He said he saw things in the dark he couldn't explain. Things that would turn James Brown into James White, ya dig?"
"I...dig," I said.
"Told me they got a call to an abandoned apartment building one night, around three in the morning. Wasn't unusual. Old buildings in the city are where hop-heads congregate and share drugs. Sometimes, the drugs are too much. Sometimes, they find a person passed out or, worse, dead. When you work in the ambo, you aren't scared of death like a civilian. You've been around it. Probably seen a few folks take their last breaths. It doesn't bother you the way Mother Nature intended it should."
He handed me another box, continuing his assist streak, and kept going, "Ambo pulled up, Gil stepped out and looked for someone to talk to. Nobody there, though. Not uncommon. Some people want to help but not be involved. There's not a soul around. He calls out, but nothing comes back. Tells me he turns to get back in the ambulance when he hears a scream from inside the run-down building. They're calling for help. He's gotta go in the abandoned building in the dark."
"No thanks," I said.
"But it don't bother a medic like that. Gil's done a million of these calls. No big deal. He runs into that building but doesn't come back out until twenty minutes later. Just goes missing. After five, the crew heads in to back him up but can't find him. Gil tells me his crew called the cops. It was like he had vanished."
"What happened?"
"I asked him and he got real quiet. Said he fell into some place that looked like here but wasn't here. Said he felt their eyes on him. Judging him. Told me they followed him home and wouldn't leave him be."
"Who?"
John shrugged, "He didn't say. Shut down after that and left. Just walked past me like I was shit on the sidewalk. He quit about a week later. Heard he had a stroke a year later and was a tombstone owner three months after that. Good guy, though."
"Your aversion to overnights makes a little more sense."
"Never in a million years. You don't want something like that coming after you."
"In my case, could it get much worse?" I said with a half-smile.
"Man, I wouldn't even joke about that," he said, making the sign of the cross, "You don't want that shit attachin' itself to you. With your luck, you'd bring him in here, and it'd hop over to me. I can't have a ghost crimping my style."
After a bit, he got called away to sign off on a delivery. I finished out my shift and headed out to the parking lot. When I exited the building and spotted my car, I froze. My doors were all open, and the interior lights were on. Someone had broken in.
I glanced around the lot to see if the thief was still around, but there wasn't another person near me. I walked over to the car and peered inside. My glovebox had been ripped open, and my registration was pulled out, but nothing else was missing.
I found little hand prints in the dirt all along the body and the windows. I held mine up for comparison, and they were about half the size. It must've been some tweens or teens who did this. Maybe they were going to steal some things and got cold feet. I contemplated calling the cops, but since nothing had happened and they wouldn't do anything anyway, there was no reason to delay sleep any longer than I had to. I closed all the doors and climbed inside.
I started the car and heard something rattling in the AC vents. I pulled out my phone and shined the light at the vent. There was a small piece of paper inside. I looked around my car for some tool to pull it out and only found an ink pen and a bent-up paperclip. After McGuyvering the vent for a bit, the paper finally came out.
I held it up and unfolded it. There was a handwritten note. It simply read, "I know you're here. I know you're hiding him. I will find you both, and then it'll be your turn to run the race. We all have to run at some point."
I had no idea what that meant, but my body still provided goosebumps. Who was trying to find me? Who was the second person? Why leave a note in my AC vent? What the hell did run the race mean? I hadn't run a race since elementary school and wasn't planning to do so any time soon. Did they mean the rat race? Because I was basically marathoning that motherfucker already.
"Jesus Christ," I said, shaking my head. "What else, universe?"
As if it were a well-practiced comedy routine, the universe responded. My back passenger door swung open, and I heard footsteps running away from my car. I sprung up and scrambled to get out. There wasn't anyone else in the lot that I could see, but very clearly, someone had been hiding in my backseat.
My nerves were shot already, and this was not something I wanted to deal with at the moment. My brain decided that to avoid a breakdown, I needed to shift into automatic mode and just get back to the safety of my apartment. I'd be more prepared to deal with this – whatever it was – in the morning.
Either that or I'd jump in front of a bus. Both sounded satisfying, albeit in different ways.
***
"There he is," Gloria said as soon as I turned down the hallway. I looked up and noticed a small cabal of my neighbors standing in a semi-circle, waiting for me. They all look displeased.
"Hey guys," I said, confused. "I miss an invite for a block party?"
"What do you have to say for yourself?"
"About?"
"Don't play dumb," another neighbor said, jabbing their finger in my direction.
"I'm not playing," I said, realizing the self-burn only after the words escaped my lips.
Gloria showed me the screen on her phone. It was a static shot of her door from across the hall. She pressed play, and nothing happened for a beat until something darted across the screen. That was the whole thing. I looked up at her, my face twisted up in confusion.
"Well," she said, "What do you have to say?"
"What was that?" I asked.
"That was you!" the pointing neighbor said, pointing harder than I thought possible.
"What?" I said, laughing. "Are you all serious?" They didn't laugh, and I realized they weren't joking. "How can you even tell it's me? It's a blur. Never mind the fact I've been at work for the last five hours. Plus, this blur is half my size. I get we're all weirded out about the Phantom Runner, but it's not me. I swear to God. I don't even have the energy to think about running, let alone the physical desire to."
"Then explain this," Gloria said, slightly swaying from the half bottle of Pinot Noir coursing through her blood. She rewound the video and froze it on a specific frame. I couldn't believe my eyes, but I was looking at...me. Or, rather, something pretending to be me.
"What the fuck?" I said, my jaw dropping.
"Still think we're lying?" the pointer said smugly.
"No, but, guys, this isn't me. I... I've been at work. Wanna see my schedule?"
I reached into my phone and pulled it out. There was an email with my work schedule that confirmed what I was saying. They relaxed, and, for the first time, anger gave way to fear. Their very plausible explanation was suddenly invalid. It left two implausible answers floating in the ether: either I had a pint-sized doppelganger terrorizing the hallways of my apartment, or a ghost was haunting the building.
"I'm...gonna go inside," the pointer said, walking back to their home. Everyone else drifted away until it was just Gloria and I standing alone in the hallway.
She looked at me and sighed, "I feel like an asshole," she said. "Sorry I accused you of causing the racket."
"If I had seen the video, I would've thought the same thing," I said. "We're good."
"What do you think it is?" she asked.
I shrugged and let out an exhausted sigh. "Honestly, Gloria, I've had a screwed-up night already, and this is the cherry on top of the shit sundae; forgive my language. I don't have the mental bandwidth to even comprehend what's on the video at the moment."
"Think it's after you?" she asked, though I suspected the wine had forced her to put that idea out into the universe. As I had already seen, the universe seemed to take requests on my behalf.
"Maybe it's after you?" I said, coming off a little meaner than I intended, but I didn't care. I left her there to contemplate that scenario and went into my apartment.
As soon as the door shut behind me, I felt on edge. Just because I didn't have the mental bandwidth to discuss the doppelganger didn't mean it wasn't dominating my thoughts. I saw the frame of the video. The damn ghost looked exactly like me. What could that possibly mean? I know I had wished for death, but I was very still alive. I had rent due to prove that.
Did I happen to live in a place haunted by a ghost that looked strikingly like me? Was it some kid with a passing resemblance just causing chaos? Was it something else I couldn't even comprehend – an alien? A clone? A secret government project?
There was a thumping coming from the hallway. The mini Usain Bolt was at it again. I knew the neighbors would ignore it. Since they had all thought it was me, which was proven to be untrue, they would avoid the running man from now on. While curious and confused by the creature, they'd never put themselves in harm's way to discover what it was. They were not a brave lot.
Neither was I, but maybe my life crumbling around me had forced my hand. I walked over to my door and swung it open. I hit record on my phone, stuck it out like a periscope, and glanced around the hallway. Nobody was there. No neighbors were looking. No person was running.
"You gotta stop, man. I need to go to sleep," I said to the empty space. No response, not that I was expecting one.
I turned to walk back in, and I caught something out of the corner of my eye. A face at the end of the hallway peeked around the corner. For a quick second, we locked eyes, and it was like I was looking into a mirror. This thing was me. But...how?
I tried to get it on video, but it ducked back into the shadows. I took that as a cue to shut and lock my door. My heart was racing, and I didn't want to think about this anymore, but I couldn't help it. There was a me in the hallway who enjoyed pestering my neighbors. Worse, they liked to run for some ungodly reason.
I put my phone on the counter, the video still rolling, when there was a knock at my door. It echoed in my near-empty apartment. I tried to ignore it and convince myself it was something else, but it wasn't. The ghost was knocking on my door. Even with my brain paralyzed, I couldn't help but think that it was awfully polite to knock.
Another knock, this one more forceful. I wondered if the neighbors thought I was making this up?
"I know you're in there," a voice said. It sounded just like me. "This is about the race. We all have to run the race. It's your turn now."
I froze. My legs went wobbly like a boxer on the brink of a blackout, but I stayed tall. I opened my mouth to speak and found the words dying in my throat. I grabbed a nearby bottle of water and took a chug.
"We all have to run the race."
"What race?" I choked out, "What are you talking about?"
"Open up. They're in there already, and I need to get them."
I glanced all around my empty apartment. I didn't see anyone else in here. I didn't hear anything. Whatever this thing was, it was lying. I grabbed my phone and held it in my hand. I wanted to document this to prove that I wasn't crazy.
“Did you leave the note?”
“I know they’re in there with you,” it repeated.
"There's no one in here," I said.
"They're hiding. I think I know where. I can hear them."
"You've gotta get out of here," I said. "There's nothing here, and you're scaring people."
"I'm scared, and you should be! You have to run the race, man! Open up, and I can show you."
The handle started to shake. I peered through the keyhole and only saw the top of the other me's head. They began to shoulder the door, and it crunched against my nose. I screamed out in pain and stumbled back. I tripped over my feet and landed hard on my ass.
The thing slammed into the door two more times, shaking the walls. The strength seemed unnatural. On the third hit, the door burst open. I finally got a view of the thing. It was me. Scaled down by half, but it was me. We both seemed shocked.
"You're so much taller up close," the other me said.
"Who the fuck are you?"
I felt a buzzing in my feet that seemed to climb up my body until it reached my brain. There was an intense pain that rippled through the folds of my mind. Through the pain, I could hear a disembodied voice whisper, "We all must run the race. We all have to run. Chase it. Chase yourself." It felt like my skull was going to split in two. I clutched the sides of my head and let out a primal scream that hurt my own ears.
Then it was gone. But I could still feel the echoes in my mind. "We all have to run the race. We all have to run." The thought would waver between making no sense and making complete sense. One second, I was questioning what was happening to my mind, and the next, all I felt was the desire to continue the race.
"There he is!" the other me yelled, pointing at the hallway.
I glanced over and saw another version of me standing in the hallway. It was half the size of the other me that had broken into my place. When tiny me locked eyes with my intruder, he ran for the open hallway closet.
The other me followed, screaming that it would catch the little bastard if it was the last thing he'd do. I pushed myself up to my feet and felt queasy. I watched as the other me ran head-first into the closet without slowing. I expected to hear a loud thump as it hit the back wall but none came.
"We all have to run the race," the voice in my head said, soothing my nerves. "It's your time to run the race."
I moved down the hallway, each footfall echoing loudly in the empty apartment, each step bringing me closer to the closet door. Something was drawing me there. The voice's words echoed in my mind as well: "We all have to run the race. It's your turn now."
I grabbed the door and stopped. Something was compelling me to move forward. To go into the closet. To chase myself. To run the race.
"No," I whispered and yanked my hand from the door. I pulled out my still recording phone, and stared into the camera. My face was devoid of color, and you could see the fear etched into me. "I'm freaking out because...because…"
I stopped. I felt an invisible hand grab my body and tug. "Because...because if I don't run the race, something bad will happen. I have to chase it. I...I have to."
My phone dropped from my hand, and I didn’t care. The force pulling me forward stopped but my body kept going. I could feel the last strands of my rational mind splintering. My thoughts became focused on one thing: I had to catch myself, find out what was happening, and run the race. If I ran, maybe I'd win.
I needed a win.
I walked into the back of the closet and felt a door handle sticking out of the wall. I'd been in that closet a million times before and never had seen this. But a sense of calm washed over me. This….this was supposed to be here. This was perfectly fine.
I turned the handle and pulled open the invisible door. In front of me was a hallway that looked strikingly like the one outside my apartment. At the end of the hallway, I saw Gloria step out of their home to leave for the night. She was huge. Twice my size, easy.
Another door opened, and I saw...me—a giant version of me. The Hulk version of me was getting ready to go to the grocery store for work. I watched as the giant Gloria and giant me joked and laughed. I was stunned.
I stared, and a new thought came to me. I have to find the smaller me and talk to it. I needed to find out if there's a way out of this...this….
"It's your turn to run," the voice said.
Calm embraced me. "It's my turn to run," I repeated. As the giant me took off and the giant Gloria re-entered her apartment, the hallway beckoned.
"We all have to run the race," I said softly, "It's my turn now."
I started running.

From the outside, we look like we have everything. Great house, two kids (8 and 11), at a good public school. Together 13 years. Our careers are both flexible, allowing us to travel and have plenty of free time. But I'm not happy. I fantasize about other women. I feel lonely when efforts to talk to my wife are ignored. She is very ADHD and gets sucked into her phone and work stress all the time. She works from home, so it's all day every day work stress for her. And she procrastinates, so small tasks will occupy all of her time. And she is slow to act on anything, so we are in the routine where I get up first, do the whole morning routine without her. Same with dinner, cleaning, bedtime with the kids, and grocery shopping. It feels like she takes me for granted, although, when I bring it up, she reminds me that she does a lot of other stuff, like paying bills, taxes, insurance and doctors appointments. So we're stressed with the kids. She also doesn't get my humor most of the time. I feel like a comedian with a really bad audience. And when I'm serious about stuff, her normal way of speaking is to debate and she is really good at being right.
In terms of my healing, I met her when I was chasing after sex. I was 29. I didn't understand at the time, but I would get a panic reflex during intimacy and had toxic shame around showing attraction. So I was terrible at dating. I would fawn over women, trying to do what I thought they wanted, rather than thinking about what I wanted in a woman. The more I failed, the harder I chased. I worked through some of my issues and dating got better. Once I met my wife, she had so much more going on than anyone I had ever been with, I was thrilled. Beautiful, smart, successful, from a good family, with similar view on money, politics and raising kids. She has never been very good at intimacy, but that worked with my weakness as well. I hardly noticed it was missing. It was very easy going, and I went along with her need to start a family. Now that I see all that, I realize our relationship is molded by that imbalance of me meeting her needs, and her not even knowing what mine are.
At the time, I knew things weren't perfect, and I was afraid of commitment. So, before we got married, we talked a lot about having a non-traditional marriage. I was very sex positive, and wanted freedom to have needs met by other people, if they weren't being met in our relationship. And we agree that it's unrealistic to expect one person to meet all of your needs for the rest of our lives. And we agreed to something like a 'don't ask, don't tell' policy. We could do whatever we wanted, as long as it doesn't affect what we have when we're together. This was a very flawed idea. I do talk to other women, probably more than some wives would be comfortable with. And I love that I have that freedom. But I want more, and it's just not realistic. Once being married, from my experience, other women are very non-sexual. It feels very sterile and I really miss those flirty conversations with women.
I don't think I can change my wife though. I have shared these thoughts with her, and she seems to be making a tiny effort to be more appreciative of me, and has engaged in activities around the house that normally she leaves to me. It's just such a baby step. And we have kids, who should be exposed to parents who are happy. How can I address the relationship? Would I be crazy to leave? Am I crazy to stay?
TL;DR My life is pretty good, but it's boring, a bit lonely, and not funny, sexy or playful. I feel like it's an unhealthy example to set for the kids. Until now, the relationship has been basically: I meet her needs, which are very easy to meet, and neither of us realize that I have needs of my own. It's sort of like the classic business partner marriage, or maybe boss/assistant. We do have regular sex, thank god, but it's very vanilla. And now I am realizing I do have needs, and I want to spend time with someone who can be intimate, sexy, funny, appreciative, and generally be happy with. How do I get there?

Why are you enlisting in the army?
Because my parents (Mother, Gen X) are not allowing a "20 year old Male that has been out of high school for "2" years & That is only working a part time job at Publix and is or not in any type of full time job (which i was but decided to quit *A connection job my parents put me on to by a friend *The Boss* which i immediately & automatically got but i burned the bridge by NCNS and ruined a reptation.) or in college (went twice, commuted Aug 2022, Stayed on campus Aug 2023) to live in there household as in "Adult". "The only people that can live for free and worry free are children" "We have NO more "Children". I have 2 older brothers (Oldest in his 30"s Married, 2 Children) , Middle (Late 20's pushing 30) No Kids, Living life & then there's me the Youngest (20 Years old, No type of motivation or idea of what i want in life sincerely, Hate how this is "Life" & how you really gotta feen for yourself as a person. I don't talk to my brothers fr we all got our own lives going on to the point its hard to have a update & that's just how its always been. Growing up they weren't around & i was the youngest so it was just me, they were already passed this stage of life when i was just coming up in my middle school - high school era. Today my parents found out that i no longer worked for the job (Warehouse $19 hour pay Full time) that they put me on too & that was definitely the dealbreaker. I was told as im typing this sentence at 5:32 PM "Tomorrow morning (May 22,2024) "We are going to the military requiting place and signing you up and that's your only option" or you have to go.. I was basically told that I can longer stay at my Parents home anymore & that now I have to depend on myself.
Why did you quit the FT $19 a HOUR warehouse Job?
Off rip on Day 1 i hated it, I knew i wasn't gon last long. Common sense would think $19 hourly pay as in MONEY (GOOD PAY) would be motivation to keep the job or to just deal with it but for me it was more then just money. Thats why from my perspective its different cuz i didn't care about the pay, I worked my 2 weeks and quit before i even saw how my pay check looked. it was just the job i did not like or feel a good fit for me itself. At 20 years old i was the youngest person in there. Everyone else were in there Late 30s , 40s & even 60s stating they have been there 27 years and more. That also was motivation for me because i was looking at it as like "I'm just trying to make money & build myself up, pay my bills, get me a new car, stack bread etc" but for everybody else yall got to "Pay bills, take care of yall family's, take care of yall kids & all these extra necessity that i don't have", so im looking at differently.
But as days went on and time started to progress i slowly felt irk. I slowly hated this lifestyle. The having to get up in morning at 5:20am Mon-Fri, Being in a loud hot ass warehouse all day, barley having breaks & just the environment in general. i just couldn't see myself doing that particular warehouse job for the rest of my life. (my first warehouse job).
During my 2nd week (last) Prolly Monday 5/13/24 The Connection "Friend" which was my boss that my parents put me on to said that one of the workers who was training me said i wasn't getting the job down pack correctly & my boss proceeded to tell me i have until Friday to get it down or they will have to let me go. i felt sum type of way cause i was seriously doing the job to the best of my capability and in the process i was still fairly new & learning. He also proceed behind closed doors to call my mother after our conversation we had and told her what was said as well.. I Only knew this because right after maybe 8 minutes after are convo i decided to take my 10 minute break & i get a message from my mom asking "Hey how's work going?" then i call her and she tells me...That he called. So in my head im frustrated because what does my Work business have to do with Personal life/ My mother being involve?? & Im not in middle school or high school, so why are we calling parents? Like Am im not a Young "Adult" in the "Real World" workforce?? I felt like that was weird to me off rip specially when i was told that "Work business is Work business.
I felt very Unentitled. Every time i would get off work i wouldn't know what to do after which I also always felt drained and foggy like i didn't have a life outside of going to work. I hated the way i felt.
Those were brief reasons on why i Ultimately made the decision to call it quits but in reality my reasons dont really matter its just the fact that i quit the job.
But now im back to square one figuring out what my next step is.. My plan
Either the service or being kicked out the choice is mine. I never was interested in any type of military role, it was never something i saw nor wanted to do. Since i was told that would be were i could be headed i did decided to do sum research on the process of how enlisting works and etc.. I didn't plan on taking that route personally. I know atp in my life the decision is indeed mine and i have to do whats right for and i think the military route is also not a fit for me. So now i have my 2nd option, Leave home.. Leave living with my parents just like college. Not having to worry about anything but myself, Having the independence lifestyle. It all sounds good but i know thats a huge step into the "Adult' life and just my life in general.
Im a 20 year old male, with no car, a part time job at publix, just got kicked out my parents house, & need guidance on what should i do?
open to all feedback please

Demographics
White dude
Iowa resident
First gen, rural (population of 700), and underserved background. Likely low income as well, not entirely sure.
Academics
cGPA (with dual enrollment included): 3.3
cGPA (only undergrad): 3.47, upward trend, 3.6-3.7 GPA in last 3 semesters with REALLY rigorous course load
sGPA (everything included): 3.32
MCAT: 508, even distribution, nothing below 126
Registered for Preview, will do casper as well
1 gap year, starting a 1 year master's program at my state school in the fall that is basically the first year of medical school. That is why this is kind of a fuck it we ball cycle, if I dont get accepted this year and dont fuck up, my chances at my state school are genuinely REALLY good next year.
Extracurriculars:
Hours are approximate but very close, I havent gotten to doing the exact math yet, but I did track hours for most things.
Research: 1500+hrs, 1000 in organic chem and 500 in Orthopedic surgery. One first author pub submitted for the ortho research
Clinical Volunteering: ~350hrs as coordinator for free mobile clinic for unserved communities, managed all of the supplies and lab equipment, trained over 300 student volunteers in lab tests and vitals. Clinics legit could not run without me, and that will be included in a rec letter
Leadership: ~100 hours as a fraternity VP and standards chair
Work experience:
2000+ total in a bunch of stuff
~500 hours as a peer mentor for first-generation college students
~100 hours as a private tutor, biology and chem at all levels
Other weird jobs I have had, mostly manual labor: Farm Hand, DNR State Park groundskeeper, tour guide for local architecture attraction, and working in warehouses.
About to get a patient care tech position
Other Misc ECs:
SHPEP Scholar
~30hrs working with a physician on a men's health initiative, targeted school's frats and athletic teams to educate young men on men's health
~30hrs social media manager for a Instagram page educating HS and younger prehealth students on the realities of healthcare and the opportunities at all levels
Hobbies: backpacking, photography, cooking and baking, computers, fitness, and reading
Other relevant info:

• Most of my extracurriculars, personal statement, etc., revolve around my rural, first-generation, and blue-collar background
• Really trying to leverage the fact that I am from a rural area, and would probably do rural health
• My lower GPA can also be explained by my extreme over-involvement in my earlier years and slower-than-average adaptation to college.
• My rec letters are pretty solid

School list so far:
Note: You're gonna notice I'm not applying DO. I know everyone's gonna lose their shit over this. 3 reasons why:

1. Im broke, I can't afford 30+ schools.
2. DO schools financially exploit the fuck out applicants even more so than AAMC already does, and I just don't wanna deal with that.
3. Like I said, I'm getting a master's; if I get straight rejected this cycle, I'll be in a much better position to apply across the board in the next one and will apply for DO then.

In no particular order

1. Iowa Carver (please god just let me in)
2. Nebraska (where I did SHPEP)
3. U of Minnesota
4. UW Madison
5. Michigan State
6. Mayo Alix (No shot but I'm still a strong mission fit)
7. Medical College of Wisconsin
8. Yale (my one absolutely fuck it why not app, I really like new haven and pizza)
9. Ohio State (considering removing, outside 10th percentile)
10. U of Cincinnati (considering removing, outside 10th percentile)
11. U of Miami Leonard (Consitering removing, outside 10th percentile)
12. Oregon health and science
13. Indiana (considering removing, regional bias and outside 10th percentile)
14. Rutgers, Robert wood johnson (SHPEP is RWJ sponsored, again just trying to leverage anything I can)
15. Geisel at Dartmouth
16. Robert Larner at Vermont
17. University of Missouri - Kansas City
18. Virgina Tech
19. West Virginia
20. University of South Carolina Columbia
21. Toledo

I really did try to pick schools where my stats were at least on the bell curve and OOS acceptance was above 25%. My concerns overall are that I generally have no idea how to put a school list together and that many of these schools might be super low-yield for OOS. I am also worried that I might have skipped over a lot of schools that I'd be a good mission fit at.
I have had pretty much zero guidance on applying outside of this subreddit, so I really appreciate any and all advice. Be harsh if you have to, I get it.

Hey all! This is a bit weird for me being almost 40 and looking for friends. But here I am anyways lol. Mainly looking for someone to message throughout the day and get to know. Maybe game with if we have that in common. I do work from home so there’s no one to really talk to during the day.
I’m married and have 2 kids, a 6 month old son and a 9 year old daughter. I’m into basic nerdy things. Gaming, star wars, super heroes, DnD, etc. Also trading card games like Disney Lorcana and Star Wars Unlimited.
I watch a ton of Critical Role stuff especially Campaign 3! Currently on episode 74, so if you watch too, let me know! Also like to watch Battle of the Brands on YouTube.
I’m also into movies and tv, some sports, pro wrestling. Collecting action figures and retro games is one of hobbies as well. Anything 80s/90s nostalgia i absolutely love so if you want to talk childhood and growing up back then, i’m down! I miss the good old days where we went to arcades and italian sunday dinners at the grandparents and where the world just wasn’t as nutso as it is today lol.
My kids are everything to me and I do love talking about them. Love being silly with them and spending time with them (when they aren’t driving me crazy 🤪 lol)..I would prefer you be around my age and have kids as well just so we have that stuff in common off the bat! I’m socially awkward most times but very easy to get along with. I’m definitely considered an introvert. But once you get to know me I break out of that awkward shell. I do like to use sarcasm, and mostly like to try and make people laugh because a world without laughter would just be horrible.
Alright i’ll shut up now but I’d like to think i’m an awesome person to get to know and hopefully there’s more you’d like to know so feel free to DM me! (I looove using GIFs so if you message me, open up with a funny one! Especially since then i’ll know you actually read this 😂)