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Together with my classmate we recently launched our first iOS app - HyperDo, todo app for easily distractable which helps focus one task at a time and blocks distracting apps.
It does an awesome job on the iPhone, but I noticed that I still do most of the real work on a Mac and it's oh so tempting to procrastinate and lose focus on it too.
Curious to hear your thoughts if you folks would be interested in using a Mac app of a simple to-do app with built-in content blocker? Maybe you're using something similar already? I know personally I have to revert to multiple tools which do not sync with iOS.

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So I (13 M) had just gotten out of the bowling alley after my mom Took and picked up our landlord (50-60 F) (will call her bun for now) from the hospital because her blood pressure or sugar was up so high she was gonna pass out so she called my mom and she took her to the hospital before. and now my mom has me going there to walk her dogs. and bun told me she walks the dog at 12 pm to 7 pm and I’m fine with 7 pm but waking up at 12 pm is a little to much for me because I don’t get up as fast and when I do I don’t have time to eat so when I ride my bike over which is like 5 mins to get there is fine but there’s 4 dogs and 1 of them eats the other dogs poop and when we get back that one Dog likes to lick me and I get pissed and don’t tell bun but I tell her that one dog like to eat poop and she said that she can’t really do anything about that and I ask her if there’s any thing she wants me to do for her before I go back home and come back at 7 because I’m that kind of person I likes to help because she sick. and she had me pick up dog poop off the floor because the dogs like to poop and pee on the floor anyways. I didn’t know that because I wasn’t in her house before and there was a lot of poop so I did my thing and did it .and I’ve been walking her dogs for about a 3 weeks now and my mom the the brightest idea to do and give my number out to bun and I was pissed because I don’t want my number out to somebody. I only do it to people like my friends and other kinds of people and she didn’t tell me that she give my number out to her and sense I realize I’ve been doing this for ( three weeks now) and I’m doing things like fixing her fence and picking up dog poop and taking them for long walks which she recently had me do and now my father agrees with me now that I should be payed (so am I the asshole?)

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Hi! I’m a parent of a rising 1st grader who is autistic/adhd. He went to private preschool with an aide and gained steadily in all areas. He has made quite a bit of progress through the years on receptive speech, but expressive is still extremely limited— he has some scripted phrases to get his basic needs met and he can label lots of things, recite letters, numbers, phonics sounds etc. He’s been in speech since before age 2 and we work with him at home. He was recently assigned an AAC device at school to see if they helps.
The big concern we have is that his public school district proposes no inclusion for him for next year, not even during specials or homeroom. They justify it by saying things like it’s too overwhelming for him or he’s not getting anything out of it anyway because he’s too far behind. We’ve filed a complaint because we feel the lack of inclusion violates LRE but I’m wondering if from a purely scientific standpoint, if studies have shown that kids with speech delays/deficits benefit from time spent around verbal peers, so they can at least have exposure to appropriate language and social interactions even if they can’t engage in it yet? Does anyone know of any studies that back this up? Thanks!!!

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We had a fight me (29M) and my wife(30F) two months ago about a lot of things (I'm the breadwinner, she's working on her side hustle) and one of them was her spending every single night awake "working". I complained about not being able to sleep together before the fight and nothing happened. Then one night I found her drunk at her room talking to a "friend" (M) at 4am (little background we agreed on no alcohol at the house). When I confronted her she said she doesn't believe that we have the same ethics and that we aren't aligned. For me that meant that she doesn't want to be with me anymore and I told her that. Couple days past by after the fight (sleeping in different rooms) and me explicitly telling her how I feel about drinking in the house and not going to bed at least few days a week together. She said that our problem is communication and suggested counseling, which I agreed on and said that we need to work on things while waiting on that. However, the past two months, she's been drinking almost every night even though I expressed how I feel, talking to that "friend" (M) every day, she sleeps while they are on the phone together (I noticed this because I wake up for work at 7am and she's going to sleep at that time while talking him and she's hiding it), and she just bought a toy (which I found on her desk) and touching herself every night. I asked her to see her phone she said no because I talk about you to my friends and you will get made if you read that. At this point I'm lost, I feel disrespected I dunno what to do and no sure if she's cheating on me or she doesn't want to be with me anymore. Pls advise on what to do!

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~Davao conyo so sorry nalang
I am 20 tapos boyfriend ko is 21. We've been seeing eachother for 4 years na.
For context, mom ko nabuntis at 19. Separated na parents ko pero I have a cordial but somewhat distant relationship with them. Alam na ng mom ko since i was 16 na kami na ng boyfriend ko pero tinago ko sa dad ko kasi bunso ako at babae thingz.
Si boyfriend nagaaral sa manila while im in Davao. LDR kami, met on discord, but we have seen eachother. We meet up 2-3x a year. He has met my mom and older brother.
Now, natatago ko lang relationship ko kasi si dad assigned sa Cebu. He visits here every 2 months for 2 weeks. Because of this, it's easy to hide my relationship kasi no one can eavesdrop on my phone calls, kung pupunta si bf dito sa cebu, walang babantay etc etc.
However, si dad ttransfer na dito sa Davao for good by the end of the month (bigla lang). The problem? My boyfriend is visiting here for 2 weeks sa July. May airbnb naman sya pero ang hirap na tumakas. I'm tired of hiding my relationship. Ayaw ko na my success and maybe failures in college will be attributed kasi my boyfriend ako. Ayaw ko rin na bantay sirado ako kasi ayaw ni papa mabuntis ako (im on birth control but of course i wont tell him that). i dont want to be a prisoner in my own home which will definitely happen. The amount of stories my tita told me (sister ni papa) na my dad would chase her boyfriends away.
I asked my mom for advice but she told me its my own battle.
Side note: my grades are completely fine. Presidents lister ako on the road to summa pero my tita has warned me na my dad might see it as im ruining my life if he found out i have a boyfriend
Help!!!

The fast someone could be is to deliver 120 packages per hour, meaning 2 package per minute.
Sometimes we deliver 5 packages to the same location, it is 5 packages in one minute, right?
Don't forget about the time driving. And your breaks, all of them.
So to be realistic 60 packages per hour is insane, unless you delivering to lockers. But let's keep on the houses and apartments scenario.
So 40 packages per hour is very fast. It will be possible sometimes. Considering 6 hours of labor it would be 240 packages. But we often hear someone say that he has 400 packages, 350 packages. How do they deliver it all in the same 6 hours that all the drivers have? I don't know.
If you work for a good DSP as I am, you would have somebody to help you if you package count gets close to 300. Leaving you with 250, or even 150 on the beginning of your route, a dream, right?
So going back to speed.
To keep the pace you need to focus and avoid distraction.
Drive, stop, take package, deliver, drive, stop, take a package, deliver, drive.....
Avoid looking on your personal phone during work time, that is valid for all kind of jobs.
If you like to listen to music or podcasts/videos, prepare your playlist before your shift.
Know your route. Give a look on the map before you start driving, know where you gonna be.
Organize your van. Be able to use all the door easily.
Organize the packages. There are a lot of methods to do it, find one that works for you. So you know where they are and you don't need to look for them at every stop.
Some drivers use the Sharpie to write big the colored sticker number on the boxes so they can see easily.
Remember access codes, make your won't record of access codes. Ask dispatch if they have a code for that address. Try to ask the customer and neighbors (for apartment buildings) what's the code, be friendly.
With time on the same route you will learn and memorize the paths and shortcuts.
Use elevator to go up and stairs to go down. Watch your steps.
You can use the tote to care lot of packages. Just drag them. Use a piece of rope or the tote plastic cover to hold, because the handles are too short while dragging it.
Have paper and pen, you may need it.
Don't be too fast on the first week, you are learning it's ok to be slow a bit. Try to know what time the other drivers usually finish their routes so you can be in that same range. Be discreet.

Hey everyone,
Figured you would be the people to ask about this.
I've got a cabin in northern Ontario and have been struggling with the amount of mice getting into the cabin.
Would it work to create something on the property that would attract garter snakes and would they eat enough to help reduce mice numbers?
Thanks,

Hi fellow iRacers, This week am doing the 40min GT sprint on Suzuka in the Porsche 992 and in the first 25 to 30min the car is really listening to my inputs and have a very good grip. In the last 15min the car seems to have very bad grip. Tyre wear black box shows that front left and rear left are about 78% and the other two tyres around 84%. Am new to iRacing so am not if those numbers are good or bad but I remember when I drove the M4 the past 2 weeks in the same series I was not really suffering in the last 15min as I do in the 992, also I have soloed Sebring 3hr in the 992 and the tyres didn’t feel that bad after 60min. So my question, is it just track and car combination? I know from ACC that the Porsche is very intense on rear tyres but am not sure about iRacing Tyre modeling. Will increasing TC during last 15min help persevere tyres better? Thanks

I have a lot going on in my mind, but i dont know what to say, or dont have the energy.
My anxiety and depression started to severly affect my life 10 years ago for the first time, when i was 19. I am 29 now, had a great job that I just quit with the excuse of physical health issues (spinal cord/nerve issue makinh it harder for me to sit), but i think what i am suffering with is my mind. Been diagnosed with ADHD 5 months ago. So I've been voluntarily jobless for 2 months now.
I wanted to take a break for myself and get better. I wanted to travel and learn new things. But, just a month before my last day at work, I texted my ex to check how he is doing. He has tried to contact me over the past 4 years, but since all his communication seemed accusatory, I thought i was protecting myself by avoiding him. This was my only relationship, we were together (long distance) for 4 years. He was inconsistent and dishonest from the get go. He would lie to me about going out with his female friends, would talk to them for hours and ignore me. He always called me crazy for misunderstanding friendship, but you dont hide it from your partner if there's nothing wrong in what you are doing. He was always harsh with me when i wanted to discuss that it hurts me. I used to text him in panic sometimes, because i didnt know who else to contact when i didnt understand what i was going through. I was feeling suicidal, consistent panic attacks, and a volatile relationship did not help. He was abusive on calls, and never respected me. He would force me to do things, and threaten to stop talking if I didnt do them. And whenever i tried to walk away, he would come back asking to patch up, but the same pattern continued.
As i was having a hard time keepinh myself alive due to my mental health issues, i couldnt take the disrespect anymore, and said i wanted to leave him. I think he thought i would never leave anyway, and provoked me to block him. So in a fit of panic, i blocked him. He owed me a lot of money, so that is the last rhing i asked him to return out of spite. Then he started sending texts that i am doing this to torture him, that i love him and that he didnt understand why i would do this. But i was so anxious all the time, i just couldnt deal with it anymore. The few times i did pick up the call, he would say things like "tell me your decision now or i will decide what i will do with my life" implyinh he would kill himself. I told him i can redirect him to resources that can help, but that i cant be in the relationship because i dont feel safe anymore. He was always very unstable and never ready to have a proper conversation. So everything he said seemed like emotional manipulation. But everytime i read the texts he sent, about how awful and hopeless he felt after i blocked, i feel like i monster. I cant help but feel guilty about the way i dealt with it.
I went to therapy later, also had a phase of self-care when i was lookinh forward to my future, and then fell back to hectic work. But have been feeling extremely anxious and hopeless since August last year - that is when i reached out for a diagnosis and got diagnosed with ADHD in January.
I dont know what made me want to contact him, but after an episode of panic attack in March, I just texted a 'how are you'. He responded well, and we had a normal chat about current worklife. Then 2 daya later, he called me and apologized for the way he treated me. He cried and opened up about his thought process behind everything, or what he rhought he was doing. This was the first time ever, that i felt like he opened up to me the way I craved. Then we talked for about 10 hours the two days, and he kept sending me good morning texts, and was worried about my physical health. He started giving me tips, and checking upon my exercise and schedule everyday. He called me everyday for the month, and even used to text me if he was going to be unavailable (he never did that when we were together). He asked me to meet multiple times, but i didnt agree to - until after 1.5 months have passed. By then, he had made many remarks about our relationship, reminiscing, when i didnt bring anything up. When we met, he held my hands multiple times, and even pulled me in for a hug (which i withdrew from) when he saw a note in my phone about my anxiety at night and also wondering about my love for him.
After I got home, i felt uneasy, and started the conversation to confirm where we are headed, and that i was starting to get attached to him again, so if this is just friendship, i cant do it anymore. He said he was just being a friend, and that triggered every bad memory i forgot about our relationship. Why would he be so kind, gentle and all things i craved for when we were together, call me everyday, hold my hands multiple times, and call it friendship? like i misunderstood? I sent a few frantic texts and he refuses to be honest and respond on why he behaved that way.
and maybe it's the free time without job, but i feel so depressed and powerless this time. i know its not the relationship that's making me suicidal. It's just my brain being frantic all the time, evern when there is nothing to stress about. i feel like i can go to the best beach in the world, and still feel anxious and breathless. I am seeking therapy again, but all thoughts i have are - i want to get things in order and actually kill myself. i fought the urge for 10 yeqrs, but i dont think i can anymore. i dont know what to do with my life.
and the funny thing is, i feel like i will feel better and want to live if he calls me everyday again. but i guess he doesnt care because i abandoned him years ago when he couldnt deal with the break up too, so i am the "cruel" one. he kept saying i only asked for the money back, which he still hasnt returned, but forgets about all the years i fought for him, for us. my parents are conservative, so it was even harder to hide this from them. why do i feel so powerless now, knowinh that he is actually capable of being better and somebody else is going to get that version? i know this is not rhe end of the world. but i feel like, due to my mental healrh issues, i am hyperfixating on this - hoping that getting some love will fix me. but no, it's always something wrong with me, i feel horrible for being rhis vulnerable and unstable. i kmow i can do better, i jave been there for everybody for years, but i just dont know what to do with myseld anymore. i wamt this pain to end.

I (30F) have always had a rocky relationship with my parents. Being the only child I had to play therapist and dealt with their helicopter patenting. I was never able to sustain emotional connections and friendships due to me not being able to hang out with friends etc.
My mother's rule was "friends need to stay at school." I was not allowed to wear certain clothing. I wanted to wear skirts and dresses (when i first wore one it resulted in a 4 day fight and silent treatment). Never was allowed to go out or just simple dates until I begged and cried to let me go. Never was able to have a relationship until 22 and that was a shitshow in the start as well.
I was however in school clubs and could get away with it because it counted towards school credits and would help me get some scholarships.
My dad would let me have some freedom as he pushed me to go on a school trip overseas (chaperoned by school staff) through a HS program. My mom had issues initially but didnt say much as my dad was on my side. My dad sometimes would agree with her just to agree or get influenced as well on certain things because she then would give him a silent treatment as well.
Anyway, I wanted to get a job as I was transitioning from HS to college and again it was a huge thing. She convinced my father that it was a bad decision that I worked. And won't focus on school. Mind you was a honor roll student throughout HS. I was able to get my first job again through a loophole at school where I could also get credits for working, if my supervisor gave me good evaluations and get paid. I didn't get my driver's license until later on so she would have to drop and pick me up EVERYWHERE so i rushed to finally get one. I wanted to move away for college thinking that would be able to do something but then they moved with me to save money on room and board. I would sometimes have evening classes and sometimes my mother would stand outside if I was even a little late from college (I am 21 at this point) coming back. Couldn't make new friends at school, had to beg my mom let me go out so friendships would always fall out.
I learned quickly that the only way I could get control over my life is my moving out. So I got a full time job (another huge issue) when I was in my last year of college, I started applying like crazy to be in a different cities to get my food in the door for my career. And I was able to get a job and move away. A thing to note is that I had to do this quickly when my mother was out of country otherwise as always it was going to be a huge problem. She had a huge problem with it and kept telling my father to stop me (he was not with her when she was out of the country). It was all like "why she always like this? Why can't she sit still at home?" "You are letting her get in trouble" Etc. My dad was whatever as he didn't think I would actually get the job but I did. I still remember they thought the offer letter was fake and tried to verify it. It was legit and so I moved.
Soon my bf moved in (another problem initially). But it died down a lot and she toned down her behavior whenever he would be around. Image is a huge thing for her. But would still take jabs under the table. I ignored because if she was direct about it I didn't want to address it.
The final straw that broke me was last week, I had been contact with some friends that I made who also moved away for college etc. This was a friend who kind of understood me as her mother was like that too but she moved to be next to her father and away from her mom.
So she suggested that we can go to a festival together since she just fonished her masters degree. I was elated and said yes. I am currently in my masters program so I felt I deserved a little break.
Also, through therapy I realized that my relationship with my bf was very codependent and clingy and we have had problems due to that a lot so I wanted to work on myself and do my own things to get better to be more emotionally independent.
I mentioned it to her that I am thinking of going to the festival to another country depending on timeoff and money.
She kept asking where I didn't tell her where becausei sensed it was going somewhere.
She started by saying if I ask my bf if he was okay with me going. Recently, I have noticed she usally says that when I do something she doenst agree it. I told her first I don't need permission and second, he is okay with it as he will hang out with his friends.
Then she got furious and said that no I can't go and if I did she would never talk to me again. I was confused because this is not someone I met like online like 2 days ago. It was actually one of my best friends in middle and HS school that I had before we both moved away and kept contact through phone. Also I am 30 freaking years old.
She then continued if I had to go it would have to be with my bf only. I told her that was ridiculous and I was not asking for permission or money. I was just informing her and then she lectured me about always starting something new and one day I will get in trouble etc.
So I went off on her and asked exactly what was the problem. Why did she always had an issue with everything. She has been emotionally unavailable throughout my childhood, pushed me away when I needed her, used me as a catharsis whenever issues occurred between her and my father. When i would confront my father, she would quickly switch sides leaving be baffled. If I used to cry she would tell me I was faking it with crocodile tears. She has no friends so I still let it go and talked to her because at the end of the day I feel guilty and now I am an adult and still didn't want a strained relationship with her.
TLDR: My mother who has always been controlling, told me, a 30 year old that if I traveled with anyone other than my bf she won't talk to me again as I would get myself in trouble. I feel guilty for giving the silent treatment to her as I have always been the one that reaches out first after these situations. How do I cope with this feeling? I have been thinking that maybe I was in the wrong and should just talk to her, apologize, and tell her I am not going.

The lyrics go something like this; "Baby, I don't know what I should Do. You Don't (or should? I was never sure if she said should or don't) Make me feel like loving you"
And that's all I know. It's kind of electronic, and it was a woman singing it. If I'm remembering correctly, in the music video there was a woman both an afro singing it.
The game was about owning a night club, and getting as many guests, and V.I.P guests a possible. It was actually my favourote game in 2011 or 2012, and now I can't find any information on the game that used to be, or the soundtrack. In my old iPhone, I used to have a list of all the songs I liked, but I lost that phone.
Any suggestions help !
Thanks in advanced ! 😊

So I (13 M) had just gotten out of the bowling alley after my mom Took and picked up our landlord (50-60 F) (will call her bun for now) from the hospital because her blood pressure or sugar was up so high she was gonna pass out so she called my mom and she took her to the hospital before. and now my mom has me going there to walk her dogs. and bun told me she walks the dog at 12 pm to 7 pm and I’m fine with 7 pm but waking up at 12 pm is a little to much for me because I don’t get up as fast and when I do I don’t have time to eat so when I ride my bike over which is like 5 mins to get there is fine but there’s 4 dogs and 1 of them eats the other dogs poop and when we get back that one Dog likes to lick me and I get pissed and don’t tell bun but I tell her that one dog like to eat poop and she said that she can’t really do anything about that and I ask her if there’s any thing she wants me to do for her before I go back home and come back at 7 because I’m that kind of person I likes to help because she sick. and she had me pick up dog poop off the floor because the dogs like to poop and pee on the floor anyways. I didn’t know that because I wasn’t in her house before and there was a lot of poop so I did my thing and did it .and I’ve been walking her dogs for about a 3 weeks now and my mom the the brightest idea to do and give my number out to bun and I was pissed because I don’t want my number out to somebody. I only do it to people like my friends and other kinds of people and she didn’t tell me that she give my number out to her and sense I realize I’ve been doing this for ( three weeks now) and I’m doing things like fixing her fence and picking up dog poop and taking them for long walks which she recently had me do and now my father agrees with me now that I should be payed ( if you have a nice way to ask to be pay for walking her dog for 3 weeks now please put you’re answer in the comments) (so am I the asshole?)

Just a heads up if anyone sees any ads for really low priced but really nice cars from a guy claiming to be Jacob Sanchez from Wichita Falls TX don’t fall for his bs.
A good friend got suckered into a long distance transaction with this dude. Several meetings were set up including ones where he would deliver the car 150 miles away to my house. The car was a Blue Dodge Charger. Every single time there was an issue, he was no longer going to be at the meeting spot, etc. Ran out of gas several times and needed money. Engine blew up but he wanted money sent to buy the new engine, etc, etc.
Last time he was supposed to deliver it he requested cash because he didnt have enough gas to make it here. Supposedly left the car at a certain spot and went home. My buddy got a local wrecker company to go retreive it and 30 minutes after he supposedly left the car parked there was no car to be found. (What a surprise …...)
Im surprised my buddy fell for this. He wanted money via PayPal friends and family, tried to get gift cards bought instead of a reputable payment transaction, couldnt call him only text. Etc etc.
My first contact with this jerk I knew he was scamming but my buddy evidently let his desire for the car blind him. Hes lost $3000. So far no help from local police departments. He did get a picture of this guys license, and the phone number finally given him is for a non existent credit repair service in Enid, Oklahoma.
I think he just got a really expensive education on Facebook marketplace. I wish Facebook would kick off all these scammers and scam advertisers but they seem like they dont care. Is there anything else he can do in this case?

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

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