Im soon turning 20, yet i feel like i have not yet experienced the teenage life. When i turned 12, my mama got cancer, so ive been helping my family to do household chores and taking care of my mama and my little sister, so guess id say i matured early(???) and because i have lots of responsibilities.
Im the type of person that was bahay skul lang during highschool. I dont regret it though, i was happy i helped my fam during tough times and got good grades to make em proud...
When my mama died, months later, covid came. So we were in a lockdown. Not allowing me to roam arounf with friends and do fun stuffs. Then after the covid, i have been prioritizing my studies because im already a senior highschool, and doing college applications.
Im now in college, studying architecture, and id say it is only in college that i felt the fun of life, because i get to hang out after school with friends now, and i have created a lot of friends, than in highschool.
But i feel like i want to do somethin fun or crazy before i turn 20, i think i would be able to do it since im already in college, no house responsibility, and matured enough to decide on my own! So what can u suggest of a fun thing to do, or be a goal before one turns 20 😁

I lost one of my cats to cancer a month ago. She was 8 years old and her brothelitter mate is an only cat now. I was my dead cat's favorite person, she rarely let either of my parents pet her and I was the only person she'd respond to when she heard her name. I am the only person in my household that she was affectionate toward. I know my cat loved me, and I know that she knew I loved her. But now, I worry about my living cat. I think he's lonely. His sister is the 3rd cat I've lost in two years time. My living cat has lost all his playmates. He has started howling for attention at all hours of the day. Whenever I hear him, I sit on the floor and play with him until he gets tired. I've bought him a handful of new toys to entertain him while I'm at work, but my dad, (he works from home), says that my cat still howls so loud he can't hear his conference calls. I've told my parents that I think we need to consider getting another cat so my current cat isn't lonely anymore.
Even though I believe it would benefit my living cat, I can't help but feel like I'm betraying my dead cat by entertaining the idea of getting a new kitten. I was, and still am, my dead cat's mom. I feel like I still have so much love for her trapped inside me with nowhere to go. Sometimes I feel like I will combust without her. But I keep thinking about my dead cat watching me from the afterlife, and being sad when she sees me giving another random cat, the love that would have been hers. I feel so conflicted.

I grew up watching LHOTP and my twin sister and I who are also college roommates have been rewatching it together. We love it so much. Anyways, in my rewatch, I am noticing how many (dare I say most) of the characters have very distinctive hair colors. Baby Grace with white-looking blonde hair, Albert’s thick, rich brown hair, of course Charles’ iconic similar ‘do. Carrie seems to have some sort of balayage going on too at like age 3 😭 and there’s Ginny Clark too who had Rapunzel-like hair. I wonder if this was done on purpose to make people stand out or if by coincidence they hired actors with amazing hair 😂 it also seems like there’s a filter over the show so I wonder if that enhanced the look of people’s hair. And, I need not mention how it seems like everyone in walnut grove and beyond has some-variant-of-blue eyes. Anyone else ever think about this?

Thoughts on A2A receptor as a cause. Personal Story I don't see myself as suffering from long Covid, however the last year I did start to get some symptoms that had startling similarities to those suffering with Long Covid, when from time to time I'd feel seriously drained, panic attacks, brain fog and just generally lethargic.
Then late last year I had a panic attack so severe that I called an ambulance thinking I was about to drop dead. Around this time I also learned that my sister had recently collapsed for six hours and the doctors could find no reasoning behind it.
So I started to do some research.
The first thing I found out was about how Caffeine can help trigger panic attacks, and if you're suffering from anxiety you should cut back.
This didn't really make sense to me as I'm not a huge caffeine drinker and I don't suffer from anxiety but I gave it a go. I also learned that my sister had collapsed after drinking a considerable amount of coffee whilst on a long journey so perhaps there was something in it. Even though caffeine shouldn't actually make someone collapse.
Cut to a few caffeine free weeks later and I'm back to normal. My sister too has also quit caffeine and reports that all is well, with no further episodes.
So obviously this all seemed a little strange to me as to why at forty seven years old I am now struggling to cope with even a decaf coffee, which contains almost no caffeine, and so I wanted to find out what was going on.
This was when I came across some information on the adenosine A2A receptor, which is part of the 22 chromosome and deals with such things as inflammation and is also said to be a major target of caffeine.
And the further research I did the more convinced I became that this receptor was possibly a bit screwed up genetically. And that both me and my sister had been born with the same issue/ genetic abnormality.
But why now? If I had a genetic abnormality why now? Why did it not show up sooner? This was a question posed recently to me by a friend. And then around the same time my partner relayed to me a conversation she'd had with someone with long covid, and who was suffering similar symptoms to what I had experienced, but to a more severe and drawn out extent.
And so I started to wonder if there was a link between Covid and why in the past year caffeine had suddenly started to have such a disastrous affect on me, and not before. And then it started to make sense, at least to me.
Thinking back to when I got COVID for the only time I started to remember that I had experienced a similar sense of lethargy for around two months, to the extent that I felt as if my battery power was suddenly, albeit briefly, greatly reduced. From say 90% to something more like 40%. This I now realised was similar to what I had recently experienced during my panic attack, though at that point my power was about 5%, if not completely flat. My sister said similar.
So here's what I think. I may have had a slightly dodgy A2A receptor pre COVID, but then COVID came along and screwed it up even further. And I also think the A2A receptor is an area specifically targeted by COVID, although there's seemingly no research yet to prove it. I also believe that this receptor potentially holds the clues for the damage long Covid can do and that the affect it has had on areas such as inflammation needs to be urgently investigated. Especially so there isn't a wave of knock on illnesses further down the line.
And finally I believe that describing the effects of long Covid in such a general way is damaging. After all you wouldn't describe someone as suffering from a car crash. You would talk about specific injuries, and the same should apply to COVID.
Anyways, that's just some thoughts and theories. I'm not a medical professional so treat accordingly.

It was my cousin sister's wedding and we are Indians, so if you are Indian or know Indian friends/weddings, you know the drill - the daysss long wedding events, the heavy dresses and jewelry, and also, some serious family dramas.
My cousin and I are very close even if there is a huge age gap between us. Naturally, when her wedding came around I was very excited and I helped a lot with the planning and decoration and the food - literally everything. It was exactly as we have imagined her wedding to be like. Just perfect in every way possible. But again, it's a wedding. How is a wedding ever complete with a Drama Llama? So dear potato community, here is the tea.
The man that my cousin was marrying to, my current BIL, is an amazing man who has been with my cousin since their college days. They were friends in their college days and when they started working they joined the same company so they remained close to each other. Friendship turned into love and they decided to date and eventually get married. Both the families were informed and everyone was very happy with their decisions, except just one person. BIL's sister. She didn't have any personal problems with my cousin, her only issue was that her best friend liked my BIL, let's name this friend the 'idiot' (because she truly is an idiot and this is honestly the nicest word I can use for her).
When idiot found out that BIL loved someone else and is getting married, she went ballistic. She has been trying to get his attention for so many years and he didn't even turn towards her even for one day and he was being head over heels for my cousin. I understand her being upset, I have been a girl in love and in heartbreak too, but I wouldn't try to break someone's marriage because of my heartbreak.
Yes she tried to stop their marriage via BIL's sister. The two forged all types of absurd accusations on my cousin and tried to anonymously sneak in the accusations in means of messages from unknown numbers to my cousin's then future FIL and MIL, to emails and even letters delivered to their doorstep. My cousin was really stressed because she thought the FIL and MIL would think the accusations are true and would stop the wedding. I told her, "don't worry sisso, I am here." (add dramatic music here and imagine a cape on my back).
My cousin's father (my maternal uncle), me and my brother first went to the FIL and MIL to let them know that all of this was false and that my cousin is innocent. We asked them for some time and that we will find proof of who has been sending them those false news and will let them know of everything and then they are free to judge and make decisions from their side. We got the permission from them and decided to get to work immediately.
One thing I forgot to mention was that BIL used to live in his own house in a different state from where his parents lived after he got a job. Before this, my cousin and BIL used to live in one town and went to college together. Once they got their jobs, they both came to my city, BIL got his own house and my cousin came to live with me. His family came to live with him when he told them that he wanted to marry so they came help him with the wedding arrangements. What's unfortunate is that the sister also brought her best friend, the 'idiot', who was in love with my BIL since she was 15 and BIL was 17.
I mentioned BIL having his own separate house in a new town because it was important to mention. Both his sister and the idiot didn't know he installed security cameras in his house and that the camera was pretty well hidden so they couldn't have noticed either. We asked BIL if we can see the camera's recordings and we saw someone early in the morning at 4 am dropping a letter. Guess who it was... THE IDIOT!! We showed it to my cousin's FIL and MIL and they cross questioned the idiot about it and she was in tears and admitted to everything. She and BIL's sister apologized for everything. They were forgiven and it was a happily ever after... or so you thought...
Everything after that was pretty peaceful, all the arrangements were made and we are now at the wedding day. My cousin was really jumpy and on her toes at all times, she was panicking so bad about everything. My brother and I had to sit her down and talk her out of her panic. She however mentioned that she was scared that idiot might try to pull up some sick stunt to ruin her wedding day. I however told to her calm down cause I wouldn't let my precious angel's wedding get ruined. I have seen enough Charlotte's videos to know that we must always have a backup plan prepared in advance in situations like this. And so I did. I collected a lot of information and evidences and kept them in place in case they come in handy.
I had my suspicions that they would do something to mess up the wedding way before it even became a thought in my cousin's mind, so I did a little research about the two. Since we all belong from the same hometown, I got in contact with my friends who still lived in the town that my cousin and my BIL used to live in. I asked around about these two baboons and found out that BIL's sister had a boyfriend and has even slept with him. Premarital smex is a big no no here. As for the idiot, I found out that she was slowly getting BIL's sister into illegal substances and into becoming a call girl. Again, a big no no. And I think no parent in this world would want their child to do something that would end up in trouble for them and the child as well. I knew my cousin's FIL and MIL would be worried about their daughter and take actions immediately if I let them know of this. I would have told them this after the wedding was over anyway, but that would have been in private so no one else would know, but I guess the girls wanted something else.
Once the wedding ceremony started and the guests were all there, they were enjoying, everyone was having fun and giving their blessings to the new husband and wife to be. These two pain in the asses were going around and gossiping about my cousin to everyone. We noticed that, and we came up with a quick solution. I asked two of my male friends, who is very attractive to go and talk to the girls. However I told them to switch on their recorder and be with them no matter what. God bless my two friends, they did exactly what I told them without thinking twice. They came to me after an hour or so and told me what was going on.
The two girls were planning to ruin her wedding dress. When I tell you that shit was costly, IT WAS COSTLY. It was really heavy with all the heavy stone work that was done on the cream colored lehenga and if it was stained it would be ruined. We could not afford that in any cost. She was taking a glass of juice from the juice counters and tried sitting right behind the bride but I stepped in and told her to go sit behind her brother and that I would sit behind my cousin. She was trying so hard but me and my brother kept pushing her off and away from my cousin. Eventually she did manage to throw it but it accidentally landed on someone from the groom's side and she got scolded by her. While her grumpy face was funny to see, I still had enough because if that aunty wasn't there, it would have been my cousin. After the wedding was over and people were going to start taking the photos with the couple, I announced that me and my brother had some things to say. Initially we talked about the bride and the groom but then we shifted the attention to the groom's sister and her friend. We played the audios of the calls I had with her friends in the hometown as a surprise to the groom's sister. There were a lot of angry faces, some on the sister and some on me and my brother. I tried to explain, that had she and her friend not try to ruin my cousin sister's wedding dress, this wouldn't have been broadcasted to the entire wedding venue. I then called my two male friends and both of their faces was in gasps. Both of them pulled out their phones and I played the recordings on one of the phones, which explained how they were still spreading fake news about my cousin and also them planning to ruin my cousin's dress. We also got the video recording of them actively trying to throw the red colored drink on my cousin's dress.
Both of them got kicked out from there and weren't allowed to enter until the rest of the ceremony was over. Both of them stood outside, making attempts to convince anyone who would listen to them and let them in, but no one paid heed to them. Once everyone got home they were scolded badly and my BIL's sister kept screaming at me that I was so mean and rude to have their truths exposed to not just her family, but to every relative and friends who was there to witness the show. While my cousin was glad that I had her back and my brother is standing in support of me, my parents and some of our relatives think that it should have dealt within the family and shouldn't have been exposed to anyone outside of the immediate family members. AITA?
Note: I am so sorry if the post ended up being too long but I just wanted to give all the context that would be required to judge the entire situation and my actions as well. Also if something doesn't make sense just blame it on my sleepy head cause I wrote it in half sleep mode.

#1 has to be the absence of Gerogie in the room when the sad news was delivered. He HAD to be there.
#2 Loved Sheldon's reaction to the news but Mary's and MeeMaw's was meh. Missy did well too
#3 Georgie's last words to his father by his casket was heartbreaking. It was a terrific side of his that we often missed
#4 Missy lashing out on Pastor Jeff and his reaction to it was very apt. I think both understood where it was coming from.
#5 Sheldon reliving the last moment with his dad with different scenarios is how I would have done too if I had regrets. Brilliant piece of work
#6 Not too fussed but since they brought back Tam, maybe perhaps a quick apperance from Paige would have been good too
#7 Same goes with Veronica given that Mindy seems to have gotten jealous at the mention of her. I mean these two were not regulars but still it would have been a nice send off to the series
#8 MeeMaw appreciating her son-in-law at the funeral was also a good watch. She teased him a lot but I think both knew they loved each other
#9 Dale is perfect for MeeMaw as a supporting partner
#10 Kinda wished we got to Sheldon's children in the final episode
#11 Excited about the spin off series.
#12 Didn't quite like Missy's last scene with Sheldon. Should have gotten a more impactful line
#13 A small flashback of George's most memorable moment with the family members (when they went to say their last words to him in the casket) would have been nice. Like how they did it with Missy.
Well, there you have it. That's just off the top of my head.

Look, I am not saying it's a bad car in any way, its a very good car. But I just wanted to see if some people feel the same way about it's design.
It just feels weird really, the front grille seems too big and the whole car seems a bit bland and bulky. The front is pretty round with it's massive mustache looking grille, the headlights looks smaller than they should've been, and the side is very plain. The rear is nice though.
It's also bulky like it's sister the Virtus, Virtus is prettier than the Slavia in my opinion but still bulky nonetheless. I like sleeker cars such as the Honda City.
It's just that front portion, and I am by no means a Skoda hater. I love absolutely love the design of the Octivia because it is very well proportioned, the grill is decently big and the headlights in contrast to the grill does not seem small, like the Slavia does.
It's not ugly just not pretty either as some people claim as it being "gorgeous" I mean beauty does lie in the eye of the beholder but I have not seen anyone disagreeing about it's looks.
Either way it's a good car but I just don't get the hype of it over other prettier cars such as the new City and even the Virtus looks great! A bit bulky but still good.
Personally if you ask me in the C segment I would rate the cars by design as such-

1. Honda City
2. VW Virtus
3. Skoda Slavia
4. Suzuki Ciaz
5. Hyundai Verna

Let me know what do you guys think of this list?

My boyfriend(28) and I(25) had a huge fight almost a month ago. Masakit mga nasabi niya sa akin. Sobrang sakit. He told me that he used me to get over sa ex niya and that hindi ko deserved mabigyan ng efforts sa relationship namin. Yong mga words na nagamit sobrang below the belt din. For instance, he told me na ginawa niya akong pampalipas oras niya. Out of pettiness, after ng away namin, i messaged his family. Hindi pa nila ako nameet but aware sila na may jowa na anak nila. I introduced myself nicely and told them about what happened. I also told them na he’s a good man pa rin sa akin despite sa mga pain na nacause niya. Maayos naman jowa ko pero he’s merciless kapag galit. Nakakapagsabi siya ng mga bagay that intentionally could hurt me.
We were able to talk about our issues and naging maayos naman kami. A part of me says na dapat inamin ko yong ginawa ko kaso hindi ko na ginawa and inisip ko na lang na baka hindi nila pinansin or nakita msg ko since wala naman akong reply ka nakuha at all sa family niya and niremove ko yong msg ko.
Nalaman ng jowa ko and he was mad. Pinagmumura niya ako sa chat. He didn’t ask me kung bakit ko ginawa yon, instead he told me na ayaw niya na. I asked him to calm down and pag usapan namin ng maayos kaso ayaw niya. I remember isang episode sa expecially for you when tyang amy said na kapag nag aaway sila ng asawa niya, sa mother in law niya siya nagsasabi and may explanation siya regarding doon. Tho alam ko naman na may kagagahan ako sa nagawa ko. Hindi rin ako sure kung nabasa ba msg ko or since i removed it naman agad or nakita na lang na naremove msg.
ABYG kaso nagsumbong ako sa parents niya about our fight?

I've been thinking about how many people may have a "distorted" image of who Chloe Nair actually is but I do want to know if others would agree with me or not on this! I always assumed Vera Nair, her twin, was the one who actually enjoys very feminine things like modeling, make up, elegant clothes etc. and that she was the outgoing, soft-spoken, "loved by everyone" sister; after all, we know that Chloe is just impersonating her. Therefore I always ended up thinking "maybe Chloe is much more than what meets the eye". She may be a very introverted person, someone who would rather be left alone in her researches and experiments rather than actually indulge into such extravagant things or in pointless talking; the complete opposite of her sister, and this is also why she was constantly shadowed by her? Vera was the "perfect daughter", who would make her parents proud, while Chloe was just an outcast who was way too weird to fit into the high society and ambitions her parents may have had for her. Am I wrong in thinking all that? It's true that we don't have enough material to say what is actually going on inside Chloe's mind besides regret and the desperate need of forgetting her mistakes + past, but maybe that too is enough to enstablish she is not who we see?

Have to head up to Balmoral tomorrow and with the closure of the Great Victoria Street station my sister was saying they aren’t servicing the in-between routes on the Portadown/Bangor line as a result.
Can’t find anything to that effect on the Translink site (other than the permanent closure of GVS), so wanted to check if that’s accurate or if shite is being talked?

TL;DR
Me (25M) have been dating my girlfriend (24F) for just over six months now. I really love her and she loves me so much.
But, I have been feeling very emotionally alone recently. I feel like she never wants to acknowledge my emotions and dismisses them, and I don't know what to do about it. There have been some serious instances and several minor ones, where she hardly ever seems to apologise or even acknowledge my feelings when she hurts me. Sometimes, she would say hurtful things, sometimes say that I cook up stories in my head etc.
For example, once we had an intense conversation about my law career where she insulted my idea of getting into academia. She called me a coward and even insulted my father. She said many other things which truly broke my heart. The next day, when I poured my heart out to her about how her words broke my heart, she went silent said sorry over text. When she did talk to me, she said she never disrespected me or my father. She also said that I always dump all my emotions on to her without any regard for her.
Another example is when she out of the blue told me that she made out with her guy best friend a couple years back and I should be jealous of him. I was really thrown by that, and felt a little uncomfortable in that moment. I was hurt too, but I understand that it was a long time ago and it should not affect me as much. The problem was how she reacted to me feeling hurt and uncomfortable the moment I found out. Only half an hour into our conversation, she said that I was obsessing over all this.
The bottom line is that I feel every time I bring up any negative emotion, especially one towards her, she simply gets aggressive, says mean things and resorts to hurting me in some way or the other. Now I am stuck in a paradox, where I cannot talk to her about this issue or any other things she did that have been on my mind, knowing she will simply dismiss them. I have brought up this problem about me not being able to open up to her when she hurts me, but she did the same thing as always, i.e., she made mean comments, said that I make up stories in my head etc.
What should I do?

So I posted here a couple of months ago concerned that puppy would only sleep on our bed and would howl all night if on her own. I was never overly keen on having her in our bed but my biggest concern was what would happen when she had to spend overnights with dog sitters. I got a lot of really helpful advice and wanted to thank you all for that.
After I posted, I decided to embrace being a dog-on-the-bed family. I have to say it did relieve a lot of stress and nighttime anxiety for me, but in the back of my mind I was still worried about how she'd be at other people's houses, knowing my husband and I had a weekend trip planned and the family that would be carrying for her are not dog-on-the-bed people.
Well this weekend was that weekend. Pupper and LO stayed with grandparents and the dog slept the entire night downstairs without making a single peep , apparently she was a dream for my in-laws. I'm equal parts relieved and furious lol. I guess it's like when your kids are well-behaved for grandparents but little terrors for their parents.
When we got pupper back, we decided to trial having her downstairs. Last night was the first night. I left a lamp on so it didn't feel like bedtime and gave her a dentastick.
For the first hour or so she barked on and off, but this time it wasn't sad barking or crying. It was more territorial. We live on a through-road whereas my in-laws don't so when cars went past she'd bark at the noise and the lights. When the road quietened down, though, so did she, and she eventually settled down and slept through the night, not waking until we went down to her this morning.
It could be beginners luck and tonight might be very different, but for now I'm just relieved that she'll settle on her own for others, even if she will need the occasional night in bed with us. I'm not stressed or worried anymore, if she does insist on coming into our bed I'm okay with that. But at least I know that if other people need to have her for the occasional overnight, she'll settle for them.
So yeah, that's the update. Thanks everyone for your help on my last post! It really helped make a difference in my mindset.

Earlier last year, I expressed to my boyfriend (42m) that I (31f) wanted to go on a vacation to between feb-march to see manatees in their local watering hole in FL near my sister. He asked if we could wait until his semester (he’s the head of a program at a local private university) to go and make it an us vacation.
Originally, I was planning to stay with my sister (no hotel, just driving to the springs, eating subs/healthy snacks along the way).
But I agreed to wait for him. He starts looking into hotels that are on a beach that are $500 each and sends me links… I tell him no, this is too much so let’s not go. He says he’ll pay for the hotel and not to worry about that.
I agree and we end up going after his semester. By this time the manatees had all but left (I saw one) but I was okay because I got to see my sister and have a solid trip overall.
Next day after arriving home, he adds in our shared notes app a Venmo itemized “shared expenses” section. This section includes the hotel, restaurants he picked out, and the one Uber ride (my sister drove us most of the way).
I’m annoyed now because I guess he forgot that he offered to pay for the hotel since it was his decision, and because he knows I’m struggling financially. Also, because he picked out the places to eat - I assumed they were his treat. AITAH?
It’s effecting how I feel about our future together so I haven’t seen him in person since because I want to figure this out. Any help is appreciated! TYIA

We have been bestfriends since we were kids. We did everything together and we have been for each other’s heartbreaks. People who know us call us sisters/twins since we’re always together. I have one dilemma though. Sometimes, I get embarrassed of her.
I don’t know how to specifically describe this because it’s mostly the little things piling up. But let’s just say she lacks knowledge of the SIMPLEST things. She’s slow to jokes, she doesn’t know some basic things like, she reacts way too much, etc. This has lead me to “warn” people before I introduce her or I just don’t bring her at all.
Examples: - She and I were at a dinner party with some of my co-workers and we were talking about the weather. One brought up hail and how it was not supposed to hail here in our country but climate change is happening. Then she loudly asked what hail was. Some looked at her. Some didn’t care. But I explained it to her like it’s no big deal. But we went to the same school and I’m pretty sure it’s basic knowledge.
Another is how she doesn’t know how to assemble simple furnitures and asked me to do it for her. Again, no biggie to me. It wasnt a hassle and she asked nicely. But it was literally a table where you just attach the legs.
My need for advice is should I confront her about it? But if I do, what do I even say without sounding offensive?

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Company holding We holding (whatever it is you are holding into…that’s for Reddit stupid manip comments and save that BS for cheating competition…where is the Law when you need them 🤦‍♂️ 🤣)
Ask this, WHY haven’t this product made national news or even recently at least the stock? Others did?🤔🧐🤨

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letsgettoworkb!tches (that b is out of endearment AND don’t even think about saying the nword 🤣🤣🤣🤣😉🤣🤣🤣

There are two Mangas that I've been having a hard time remembering what their titles are, I remember loving them or having interest in them but would love if anyone happens to know any of them or can lead me closer!
1) It was a romance featured manga where photography was one of the main connections. One of the main male characters had a brother that I believe used to do dives and photography until one day he passed away because of some dicing accident. The brother kept the photos that were from his collections but stayed away from this beautiful beach like place where he remembered his brother most. The sister in law/girlfriend kept an eye on the guy and tried to help him through it all. He meets a girl and she helps him through it, I remember they get married in the end too but mostly remember like bioluminescent jellyfish and photography in the manga.
2) The cover had a sad girl on it with a blue background and white, I believe she had short hair and the title had something to do with like blue or b l o o d. I remember I started it briefly but never got to continue. She was like being bullied and some tough guy ends up helping her or something to the effect but I remember seeing like a fur collar outfit. It's the cover that stood out to me since I can't remember the manga too well

Last night I realized I got every single SP I chased to turn around and ask me to meet them. This should be proof that ALL of your desires actually want you.
Chasing means you believe they don’t want you. You can initate conversations that’s fine but you need to come from a place of self worth.
We are talking about 5 different SPs here. And most of it was actually unconscious cause I didn’t realize the law but it was working.
Sp 1 (a girl) had me blocked on all platforms. Definitely the most hopeless circumstances I’ve been in. Refused to speak to me when I saw her in person and walked away. Lol it was BAD. But after one year of trying to reconcile I was like she will eventually want to talk to me. Then 2 months later this same person who kept ghosting me in person was waving at me when I saw her from a distance lmao. But this was unconscious. So I didn’t really try to reach out to her for years and then when I did we became extremely close just the way I wanted. Just the way I craved. She asked to meet me. Not to mention I maintained a belief that she was into girls for years despite her denying it and she eventually came out lol.
Sp 2: I chased and begged him to meet me and he kept refusing. I called him and begged for months lol. And then I was like fuck that. He will regret and then not too long after he was texting me again. And then kept asking me to meet him . I kid you not 6 years later this man is still asking me to meet him.
SP 3: : (a boy) I spent hours and hours day dreaming about us making out and having sex. But my god my self concept was on the floor at this point. He rejected me. I got into self love mode and started thinking he is not all that and bro was complimenting me and hinting how he wanted to make out and things. Again this was unconscious and therefore it took years to materialise cause i didn’t maintain assumptions and also I didn’t want him for a long time. But we eventually did do EVERYTHING I day dreamt about. This is also the guy that said “I will never ask you out” and then two months into FWB he was hella nervous trying to ask me out and he did. And we dated. The relationship ended cause of my fears and doubts and that got me into conscious manifesting. I initially chased him and tried to manifest him. Stopped moved on. I eventually got back into manifesting him. All I did was convince myself and change my assumptions. Got him to chase me, ask to meet me and text me everyday just like I had craved for after the break up.
Sp 4: I did every manifesting technique in the book to get him to change his mind. All I had to do was change my mind. I started thinking “his loss” and then just weeks later he started saying he was thinking about me at 2 am. “Tables have turned” and asked me to meet him. (I also got rid of his 3p in 2 weeks)
Sp 5: my current SP. I asked him to meet him twice and realized nah he is gonna ask next. Then I kept thinking oh I know you want to walk around York with me in the summer. He literally word for word said he wants to walk around York with me in the summer.
Literally just tell yourself they want you, and they want what you want. Don’t think against it. Don’t question it. Accept it as true. It won’t take that long to show up in the 3D.

“We’re a meat family,” my dad would proudly tell strangers. He’d wait for the quizzical look, then launch into detail, starting with how many freezers we had, how long we could sustain ourselves on the contents. It was just his way of starting a conversation, which made sense when you considered that raising and home-killing animals for food was, for want of a better term, his life-long hobby. His prize possession was one of those industrial-sized vacuum sealers: you could put half a pig inside and wrap it in plastic so tightly that every wrinkle and skin fold waxed unreal with shiny detail.
If we hadn’t lived in a rural area, albeit semi-urbanised, I guess it would have been pretty weird. But the mostly farming-stock locals only found his extra enthusiasm a little bit odd.
When he wasn’t being a bit embarrassing talking about it, I never really paid much heed to his hobby. I had a child’s vaguely grateful awareness that though our family went through some lean financial times, our stomachs never suffered like some of the families around us. All the beef, pork, ham and bacon in those big old chest freezers passed down from his dad really could have fed us for years.
I should preface all this by saying that I wasn’t a particularly bright kid, though neither was I dumb. I didn’t fail badly at anything in school, I just never achieved beyond a pass. I didn’t know it yet back then, still quietly dreaming about being a ballet star or a dressage champion, but mediocrity was my destiny. And I think that’s why I got on so well with my Aunt Liz.
Liz was my dad’s live-in youngest sister. She was one of those women who get described as ‘bubbly’ — not really pretty, not really smart, not a lot going on besides just being… well, all Liz. But she was salt of the earth; kind, caring, and great with kids. She was the only person who would willingly mind my two older brothers, who fought like hellcats and caused more trouble than the whole last generation of my family combined. People would privately lament to my parents that it was a shame Liz didn’t have kids of her own, but dad would just shake his head and say Liz liked it that way – that all the fun of looking after kids is being able to give them back to their parents.
I guess she was like me; nice, but mediocre. Lovely, but somehow forgettable when she wasn’t doing something for you.
But when Liz left us, I couldn’t forget her.
In hindsight, it was pretty weird timing that we had a big fortieth birthday party for Liz right before she disappeared. She was radiant that night; she’d hired a local girl to do her hair and makeup, and it was honestly the first time I’d ever seen her look pretty. She’d even worn a push-up bra under a tight red dress, which flattered her very plump curves well enough that the neighbour’s farmhand was spotted disappearing into the woolshed with her for a snog. In my dawning awareness, that gave a plain girl hope: if Aunty Liz could get a guy at forty, maybe things would turn out okay for me.
Anyway, I couldn’t forget how her pink cheeks, her eyes, her whole self, glowed that night before Liz went to bed. She said it was the best birthday ever, and that she was very much looking forward to the next stage of her life.
Would I have done anything different, if I had known? If I had realised what, exactly, that next stage was?
The week after the party, Aunt Liz said she was going on a little holiday up north, to visit some old school friends. She packed her things – she didn’t honestly have that many – and drove her little orange mini out onto the main road. And with a wave of one fleshy hand, she was gone. Nobody really thought much of it when she didn’t call, because nobody rural had cellphones back then. And Liz was, as I said, somehow kinda forgettable when she wasn’t right in front of you.
When we hadn’t had contact for six weeks, Dad tracked down the land line numbers for their old school buddies. They were surprised to hear from him — Liz had never arrived, so they had just assumed she’d cancelled her visit. No-one had thought to check. I eavesdropped on the conversation, and it sounded for all the world like *they* had forgotten about Aunt Liz, too.
From there it became a missing person case. The local cops came and talked to all of us; the farmhand who’d been seen snogging her was briefly detained, then let go, dad got grilled at length, even my hellion brothers were questioned thoroughly to see if this was one of their wild and dangerous pranks gone wrong.
But everything was a dead end. Nobody knew where Liz was, or what had happened to her.
The remains of her old mini were found halfway across the country, burned out on a beach, on a derelict stretch of ragged, rocky coastline. The police assumed murder and combed the area for remains. But even the most expert divers couldn’t conquer the incredible undertow and fast-shifting seabed of that coastline to look for evidence, so none was forthcoming.
Eventually the cops collectively shrugged and said that there was really nothing more they could do unless more information suddenly came to light. The locals knew nothing, no witnesses had come forward, and the trail was cold. As far as anyone knew, poor aunt Liz had been murdered on some desolate beach, far away from her home.
It didn’t feel fair to me. She’d once mentioned wanting her remains buried on our farm, in the graveyard plot beside grandma and grandad.
So, in my grief, I went into her room to look for something of hers to bury beside them.
Like I said, Liz didn’t have many things. Her room was pretty spartan, and her wardrobe was mostly sensible farm stuff. There was one exception: she, like me, did like to read, and she had a pretty good collection of well-thumbed books. I think it’s the escapism – even the most mediocre girl can lose herself in the plot of some trashy romance novel, imagine there’s still hope of being swept off her feet by that handsome stableboy, his inexplicable yearning for chubby plain girls.
So I set myself the task of going through the books, to find the right one to bury in the graveyard plot.
Most of them were exactly what you’d expect, but some of them were racier than I was used to. I felt various parts of my body flushing and tingling, as I read breathless prose about calloused hands touching the softest flesh of the protagonist. Okay, if I’m honest with myself, I might have got a little *too* invested in my project at that point. But that was also why I persisted going through her entire collection, until I found the ragged paperback from 1970, entitled Tawny Sands. And inside that trashy cardboard romance cover, I discovered not the tale of Tawny Sands, but some carefully hand-cut, stitched-in pages. A handwritten story in my Aunt’s rounded penmanship: Memoirs of a Long Pig.
I read her story twice in a row, utterly gripped.
Aunt Liz was no Stephen King – heck, she wasn’t even the Goosebumps guy – but her story was gripping and compelling, and I couldn’t put it down. Even if I hadn’t known her, I think that would have been true.
The gist of it was that Liz, when she was sixteen, had discovered that our family had a very long history of eating what she described as ‘Long Pork’. It’s an antipodean term, anglicised from the Pacific Islands: human meat.
Like me, young Liz still had some hopes and dreams. In one of her many failed attempts to find a special talent, she’d taken up cooking as a hobby. Naturally, with our family’s overabundance of meat, she’d scoured the freezers in the shed for ingredients: the racks of ribs and stacks of pork chops, butcher-paper wrappings all neatly labelled with the first letter of the name of the animal they came from.
She found familiar meat from Rodney, one of the pigs that had been recently slaughtered, emblazoned with an ‘R’ in her father’s strong, blocky lettering. There were cutlets labelled ‘M’ for Mary, from one of the lambs she’d hand-reared, and ‘F’ for Ferdinand, the steer they’d killed the month before. But she couldn’t explain the many, many curious parcels of meat on one side of the huge freezer, all labelled ‘J’ – at least, not until she took it all out and assembled it as well as she could on the scoured concrete floor of the killing shed. A big, frozen jigsaw puzzle without the box, her best attempt to discover what kind of beast the pieces had come from.
The animal, she quickly realised, was a Long Pig. Her own Aunt Jenny, who had died the month before – just after her fortieth birthday.
Fortunately, or perhaps not, for Liz, her father entered the shed right at that moment and realised his daughter had discovered the family secret. He sat down calmly on the lid of the freezer, and explained to her that this was a long-running family tradition, dating back to at least before his grandfather had been born.
“There are always people in life, Liz,” he’d said, “who won’t really amount to much. They want to be useful, want to be more. They strive and they strive, trying job after job, hobby after hobby, trying to hit on something they’re really good at. Something that makes them special. Those people can waste their whole lives, chasing dreams that never come true. Eventually they die unfulfilled, knowing that all their time has been wasted. That what they leave behind will fade quickly.”
His voice was oddly gentle as he leaned down and patted one of the neatly wrapped cuts of Aunt Jenny, still sitting frozen on the shed floor.
“Your Aunt Jenny was one of those people. So was my Aunt Irene.” He paused to gaze at his daughter, his next words peppered with emphasis. “But you see, my sweet Liz, they did find a purpose in life. They did find a way to be special, and they left this world utterly certain of their gift.” He stood up, stretched his back. “Let me show you.”
Liz waited while my grandad meticulously stacked the meat back into the freezer, all but one J-marked parcel that looked for all the world like a thick venison steak. He took her back to the farmhouse, and reverently unwrapped the deep red, heavily marbled meat to let it thaw. Then he laid it in the family’s ancient, cast-iron pan, basting it with butter and rosemary until a heavenly scent filled the kitchen, and Aunt Liz couldn’t stop her mouth from watering.
“Just try it. Let her show you. You’ll see exactly what I’m talking about.”
Even though she knew it was her aunt, Liz couldn’t stop herself from taking that first bite. There was something transcendent about the smell, overriding her natural revulsion that this was human meat, not one of their farm animals. For the first time, she truly realised it: we’re just another kind of animal. And weren’t her memories of Mary the lamb almost as fond as her memories of Aunt Jenny?
Liz explained then, in her curly handwriting, the explosion of taste that had assaulted her when she tried the steak. It was tender, it was succulent, it was rich beyond imagining. The fats melted on her tongue, lingering somewhere between pork and beef, but oddly neither. The flavour of the meat defied identification; something familiar, yet not.
But one thing she couldn’t deny; it was the most delicious thing she had ever eaten. Tears dripped onto her plate, mingled with the juice, the grease — not grief, but a pure, real, giddy delight.
“You’re tasting your aunt’s love for this family,” my grandad explained. “Her entire life was carefully curated, to eventually make unforgettable moments for us, just like this. This was her way of being special. This was the greatest gift she could possibly bring to our world – and because she realised that, she died with not a single regret. She knew her life had purpose. She was perfectly, completely fulfilled.”
I felt those words. I felt them lodge in my own belly, settling uncomfortably deep. I knew Aunt Liz, probably better than anyone else in the family. I’d seen how fucking happy she’d been on her fortieth, how goddamn fulfilled she was, despite apparently being a *nobody* and achieving *nothing*. Somehow, in the space of a single day, she had gone from being a forgettable background character to becoming the *main character*, immortalising herself in our family’s history with her sacrifice. Quite literally becoming part of all of us, forever.
I went to the killing shed after I finished with the book. I looked inside the freezers.
But there were no vacuum-sealed packages labelled ‘L’, no matter how deep I dug into the frozen stacks of plastic-wrapped flesh. Panicked now, not sure if I wanted to connect all the dots or unconnect them, I tried to think back over the last few months, recall any meals that had been unusually good. A few Sundays ago, we’d had a stew that really hit the spot and left me craving more. And I realised that the family had a really good night that night; my brothers behaved themselves, my parents didn’t fight, and grandma and grandad had been there. Hadn’t they looked far more… expectant than they should have?
I strained my brain, trying to recall if I’d seen the homekill bag on the kitchen bench – if I’d registered what letter it was. I knew it wasn’t an L. I would have remembered if it was an L.
And then it hit me, the memory, the connection, sizzling as if branded with a hot iron.
It had been an ‘E’.
E for Elizabeth. Not for Edward the pig.
I snorted at my own stupidity – of *course* Liz was short for Elizabeth – and as I comprehended my lack of smarts, I felt something give inside me.
I wasn’t clever, and nothing, nothing would ever make me smart. I had no big talents. I wasn’t beautiful, or even cute – and even if I had a million plastic surgeries, it still wouldn’t fulfill me. It wouldn’t be real.
I was a Liz.
I was a Jenny.
I was whoever the first aunt had been, the aunt who had dedicated her life to making her flesh as delicious as possible, who had worked every damn minute to be the best Long Pig she could ever be.
I wondered how many magical family evenings had been spent eating Aunt Jenny. How many glorious, satisfying, memorable dishes had been made out of her.
And… I wanted that. I wanted to finally know I had a *purpose* in life. One so simple, and so easy to achieve.
I wanted what Aunt Liz had.
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It's my fortieth birthday today and I’m so fucking excited. For the last twenty-four years, I’ve dedicated myself to this moment; I’ve eaten exactly what I needed to, I’ve exercised just enough, but not too much, to maintain that perfect balance of marbling vs tenderness. I’ve relaxed and meditated to keep all those amazing flavours inside of me. I’ve researched all the greatest meats in the world, from prime Angus beef to A5 Wagyu. I really think I may have outdone myself.
I’m having my hair and makeup done at the local salon this afternoon, and I’m going to look so pretty; all prize piggy on show at the fair. I’m even going to have a big red ribbon in my hair, in memory of Aunt Liz.
Maybe there’ll be a cute boy I can snog in the wool shed, maybe there won’t – I don’t really care; because the most important, most certain thing is that I’m going to be the most delicious Long Pig in the history of our entire family.
I’m going to make everyone so damn happy, and I’m just so glad I can share my story with you all, instead of hiding it in a grubby book like poor Aunt Liz.
My only real disappointment? That you won’t get to taste me.
Reader, I have loved, loved my life. My Long Pork will be out of this world: once tasted, never, ever forgotten.

Not sure whether or not I am the asshole in this situation. My dad and my sister have had a rocky relationship for as long as I can remember and the amount of contact has become nonexistent ever since she moved out a few years ago. Yesterday, my sister dropped my mom and I at our house (my mom had to drop her car off at the dealership for some vehicle recalls) and left without saying hi or acknowledging my dad. When my dad asked who dropped us off I told him it was my sister. This made him furious and started expressing his feelings about how he feels like he was tossed to the side after everything he has done for her and doesn't even get acknowledged in return. He was even more furious that I didn't stand up for him and told my sister to at least go in and say hi because it is my job as a man to call someone out on their unfair treatment of others. I do not feel it is my place to tell either one of them what to do as the conflict is between them. I have been told by my dad to tell my sister this tell my sister that multiple times, but I never do because I feel he should talk to her if he feels that way. Unfortunately, both of them have too much pride to communication with each other.
I understand why my dad is upset. One of his children doesn't want to talk to him at all. But I understand why my sister is the way she is towards him. Yes he has provided for us and I will forever be grateful for the blood, sweat, and tears he has had to she to make sure we don't suffer like he has. However, he has had a tendency to not attend events that my sister has been involved in where she wanted him there, so she feels as if it is pointless to even maintain the relationship with someone who wont even show up to his daughters events.
TLDR; My dad is upset with me for not standing up for him in a conflict between him and my sister. Am I the asshole?

I’m on season 13 episode 16. I also know what happens to him eventually and I’m so annoyed. There’s a moment in the episode with the kids and he says to Liv, this is your family or this can be your family (something to that affect) and she looks so happy like finally she had a family and the writers had to ruin it. I hate them bringing back characters just to ruin them like sister peg!!