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2024.05.19 10:32 Complex-Addition-513 Shadows and Echoes
In the heart of Chicago, where the skyline pierced the heavens and the streets pulsed with life, there lived a man named Victor Kane. At 26 years old and a startling 6'3" in stature, Victor commanded attention effortlessly. His piercing gaze seemed to see through the very fabric of one's soul, and his knowing, flirtatious smirk hinted at secrets that few could ever fathom. Victor was a man of many faces, each one carefully crafted and expertly worn to blend into any situation, like a chameleon adapting to its surroundings. Each interaction with another human was as if it were another painting to be hung in the Art Institute of Chicago, a masterpiece of social maneuvering and charm.
To most, he appeared unremarkable, perhaps even a bit dim, an illusion he maintained with meticulous precision. Yet beneath this facade lay a mind as sharp as a dagger, honed by years of strategic thinking, manipulation, and the art of emotional deceit. Victor had learned from the best. His father, a man deeply entrenched in the shadowy world of organized crime, had mastered the art of bending reality to his will. A master chess player, he treated people like pieces on a grand chessboard, moving them at his whim, always six steps ahead. Victor had absorbed these lessons like a sponge, his young mind eagerly soaking up every tactic, every subtle nuance of control.
Battles with his father have left their scars, trailing off Victor like a snake's entrails as they slither through crowded streets, scanning for their next meal. They probe the aura of each passerby, tasting their energy, yet to their disappointment, they find no juicy, dirt-filled sponge of pain and suffering. They taste desires, yet nothing hits just right. Empty husks, devoid of the essence they crave. Living memories enshroud him in a cloud of black smoke, a spectral fog visible only to a witch. A demon, masquerading as a homeless man and muttering incoherent whispers, feels the snake's embrace tighten around him. He halts abruptly, turning to Victor with a knowing gaze. 'I see you,' he murmurs, 'Such discipline and composure may deceive the others, yet it's only a matter of time before they find you.' The homeless man continues his walk, pulling a black suitcase along, his tattered white shirt contrasting sharply with his black suit, and no tie to complete the ensemble.
Victor makes no comment, his mind a labyrinth of dark intentions and calculated moves. He viewed the world as a malleable entity, something he could shape and twist to suit his needs. The streets, the people, the very air he breathed; they were all part of a grand, intricate game where he alone held the key. He had no qualms about using others to achieve his goals, seeing them as mere tools in his grand design. It was a dangerous philosophy, one which required constant vigilance and adaptability. As he moved through the throngs of oblivious souls, he could almost hear the whispers of their deepest fears and hidden sins. The scars trailed behind him, living entities of their own, reaching out hungrily, desperate for a morsel of genuine suffering. Yet the city, with all its noise and chaos, offered little more than hollow echoes and fleeting shadows. Traces of happiness. Lost children in the never ending void of their own desperation. Victor's eyes flickered with a cold, calculating light. He was a master of this urban jungle, a predator in search of worthy prey. The demon’s warning lingered in his mind, yet it only fueled a burning hunger. He thrived in the shadows, where power and control were his for the taking. Each step he took was a step closer to his ultimate end goal, a twisted vision of dominance, only he could see.
In the distance, the city’s lights shimmered like false promises, yet Victor knew better. Beneath the surface, in hidden corners and forgotten alleys, darkness mirrored his own. In this abyss, he felt certain he would find what he sought: the true essence of his own hunger, the raw, unfiltered energy he could devour. Victor thrived on the underestimation of others, reveling when people perceived him as lesser. Such perceptions made his manipulations appear as innocent mistakes, acts of ignorance and oblivion. His favorite targets: those with inflated egos, individuals convinced of their invincibility.
"A person with a big ego is like an orgasm," he often mused, speaking as if to his shadow. "It's just so easy. Their first mistake: telling me we're not equals. Afterward, they reveal all the buttons and levers in their psyche. They hand me their own weapon on a silver platter, asking, 'Victor, please send me to meet Anpu. Please show me the gates of my own demise.' Their insanity begs to be freed from this curse of societal norms. Always the first mistake, then the rest follow." Laughter echoed from the snakes twining around Victor. As he whispered these musings, the words ensnared a group of Venezuelans nearby, inciting them into a frenzy of violence without understanding the spark. Victor watched, casually tossing a silver dollar their way as if to say, "Welcome to the sanctuary," his smirk a shadow under the flickering streetlights. He calls to the boys, 'there now before you boys get into trouble remember this, you're only seeing the lions teeth, yet you haven't seen what triggered it.' They stared at Victor, startled, as he bid them farewell with a two-finger salute from his left temple and continued wandering down the street.
A drone sliced through the air, its camera lens capturing the serpentine twists of the Chicago River below. Victor, watching its flight, was transported to his youth, to days spent cobbling together a demonic owl from discarded household trinkets and an owl decoy. He would pilot this macabre creation through his neighborhood, a spectral puppeteer orchestrating nocturnal ballets which both delighted and unnerved his unsuspecting audience. A sinister grin unfurled across his lips, a shadow's whisper, as memories of those simple machines mingled with the sophisticated arsenal he commanded today. In the digital age, Victor had become a maestro of manipulation, his tools refined yet no less mischievous. Social media platforms were his stage, targeted advertisements and spoofed numbers his actors, each one playing their part in his grand, deceptive symphony. With the deftest touch, he planted seeds of doubt, spun webs of misinformation, transforming allies into adversaries, stitching chaos into the fabric of daily lives with mere whispers masquerading as shouts. His schemes were crafted with such subtlety, woven so seamlessly into the warp and weft of reality, that his victims believed themselves architects of their own undoing.
The crowning jewel of his current machinations was a prototype drone, a whimsical homage to the contraptions of his youth yet imbued with the precision of modern technology. This drone, engineered to navigate from the chilly confines of his refrigerator to the steamy oasis of his rooftop hot tub, was a testament to his technical acumen. Crafted to be mended with mere baubles from any corner hardware store, it stood as a symbol of practical genius, a playful yet potent emblem of his enduring craft.
Victor glimpsed a universe of possibilities within this project, each drone a seed from which new opportunities might bloom. "Perhaps I could craft a model for a dive shop in Australia," he mused. "A sentinel to monitor the slow dance of decay among the coral reefs." Such a gift could forge pathways, perhaps even secure an internship, an opportunity to wield his 417 subclass visa before its flame flickered out. The prospect of traversing Australia's vast landscapes, of weaving his influence through uncharted territories and minds, sparked a thrill within him. Beyond the realm of circuitry and code, Victor possessed a profound mastery over the human psyche. He had the uncanny ability to read individuals, to delve into the murky depths of their insecurities and desires. With the finesse of a sculptor, he could mold a woman’s perception, convincing her of a soul-deep connection, crafting mirages of perfect compatibility. Yet, for all his prowess in the art of deception, Victor adhered to his own strict code. He eschewed physical violence, never staining his hands with assault; his dominion was the mind, his influence woven through the delicate fabric of psychology.
In Chicago's suffocating underbelly, Victor's father regarded him not with paternal concern, rather with venomous animosity. Their relationship was a battleground, devoid of affection or empathy, cloaked threats masquerading as concern. "Victor, if you don't see a psychiatrist, I'm cutting you off," he declared, his voice a cold hiss, a deeper wish for Victor's demise lurking beneath. Victor's laugh, hollow, echoing through the night, a sound devoid of warmth, knew well the true nature of the psychiatrist and the deeper machinations of his father's cruel intentions. His father viewed him not as a son, yet as a nemesis, a presence he wished to erase from existence. Surrounded by the oppressive cityscape, Victor stood alone atop his building, the L line screeching past, the lights below mere distant, watchful eyes. "Tomorrow, I bend reality once more," he whispered into the void, his voice merging with the cold wind sweeping the rooftops.
The relentless pursuit of his father's malice shadowed him into the darkest city corners where shadows moved with intent, whispering of ancient, sinister forces. Here, in the corner of his eyes an oozing of black liquid drenched an alley, a tar monster, a grotesque manifestation of the city’s darkest secrets, its gnarled face and gleaming teeth mirroring the twisted relationship endured. Against a backdrop of a city thrumming with malevolent energy, Victor pondered the fragile line between delusion and reality. "It's only delusional till it works, so is it really delusional?" he mused aloud, his words dissipating into the night where the distinction between madness and genius blurred by darkness.
Retreating from the alley, his figure melded into the shadows, each step deliberate, burdened with the weight of a cursed legacy. He was acutely aware of his dual role, both manipulator and pawn in a grander, more malevolent game, a game orchestrated by forces predating the city itself. Every movement influenced by the sinister energy pervading Chicago, a legacy of corruption and darkness intertwined with his own existence. Victor understood his every action overseen by the ancient entity had taken interest in him, an entity finding delight in his struggle, offering protection at a dreadful cost.
Emerging from the shadows back into the flickering city lights, Victor found no solace in the illumination yet his smile stretched reaching his eyes showing his gleaming razor sharp teeth. These lights did not offer hope only humor; they were beacons of a foreboding reality. He resolved to continue bending reality, wielding the cursed power both protecting, ensnaring him, and pointing out the irony of his situation. Day after day, he would play this dark game, a master of deceit entwined with an ancient force more profound and sinister than any could fathom.
With one final, lingering look at the alley where darkness reigned supreme, Victor Kane laughed, a hollow echo fading as he stepped into the nearby pub. Inside, the warm glow contrasted starkly with the night's chilling embrace, yet the shadows seemed merely to lurk at the edges, waiting. At their usual spot by the worn bar, he found Billy Smith, his old high school Basketball teammate, with two pints of beer ready. They clinked glasses, the sound slicing through the hum of conversations around them. "To the unexpected," Victor intoned, his voice laced with a hint of irony. As they settled into the rhythm of their catch-up, the conversation inevitably turned toward the unfolding news, the war in Ukraine, an event that had caught the world off guard.
"No one ever saw it coming," Billy remarked, his tone a mix of wonder and concern.
Victor's eyes flickered with a dark amusement, and raising his glass again, he offered a toast, this time in Latin, a language that carried the weight of history and secrets. "Ad profundis malorum," he declared, which translated to 'To the depths of evils.'
Billy paused, the words hanging between them like a veil being slowly drawn back to reveal a hidden scene. The toast was enigmatic, resonant with Victor’s acknowledgment of the chaos brewing both near and far, a chaos that, perhaps, only he could navigate.
As the night deepened within the grimy confines of the pub, where every corner whispered of misdeeds and the air hung heavy with the scent of stale beer and lost hopes, the laughter and chatter provided a deceptive cover for the profound game silently playing in Victor’s mind. His cryptic toast, "Ad profundis malorum," echoed a darker undertone amidst the jovial noise.
Across the bar, a woman with long jet black hair and piercing grey eyes watched Victor. Clad in a striking red full-grain leather trench coat, her presence was undeniably conspicuous, yet paradoxically, she remained unnoticed. Despite her short stature, she was fit, her features sharply defined, an attractiveness seemingly almost otherworldly amidst the grime of the pub. Curiously, not even the barkeep spared her a glance, as if she existed in a separate realm, visible only to those she chose to confront. As Billy excitedly shared his plans to open a dive shop with a taco bar on the roof, the woman’s lips moved in a whisper, her voice a soft, clear bell in the din, carrying a dire warning. "I know what you are. We found you." At that moment, a flashback surged through Victor’s mind, a haunting image of a colonial girl he once saw in the Fraser Experimental Forest. His girlfriend at the time had turned to him, her voice tinged with unease. "Victor, do you see what I see? The girl? Yeah, the girl. I can feel something following us. As if it knows what we are yet won't approach, yet I can feel it." This vivid recollection now seemed a prelude to the current moment, a chilling reminder the forces he had glimpsed back then were the same now declaring their presence.
The evening wound down with plans made and stories shared, yet the woman’s prophetic words and the ghostly memory of the girl hung unseen in the air, portending looming confrontations between the light she embodied and the shadow following Victor Kane. As the patrons began to drift away, the shadows reclaiming their territory within the pub, the mysterious woman’s figure faded into the background, her message delivered, her purpose yet unclear but undoubtedly intertwined with Victor’s fate.
The end.
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To most, he appeared unremarkable, perhaps even a bit dim, an illusion he maintained with meticulous precision. Yet beneath this facade lay a mind as sharp as a dagger, honed by years of strategic thinking, manipulation, and the art of emotional deceit. Victor had learned from the best. His father, a man deeply entrenched in the shadowy world of organized crime, had mastered the art of bending reality to his will. A master chess player, he treated people like pieces on a grand chessboard, moving them at his whim, always six steps ahead. Victor had absorbed these lessons like a sponge, his young mind eagerly soaking up every tactic, every subtle nuance of control.
Battles with his father have left their scars, trailing off Victor like a snake's entrails as they slither through crowded streets, scanning for their next meal. They probe the aura of each passerby, tasting their energy, yet to their disappointment, they find no juicy, dirt-filled sponge of pain and suffering. They taste desires, yet nothing hits just right. Empty husks, devoid of the essence they crave. Living memories enshroud him in a cloud of black smoke, a spectral fog visible only to a witch. A demon, masquerading as a homeless man and muttering incoherent whispers, feels the snake's embrace tighten around him. He halts abruptly, turning to Victor with a knowing gaze. 'I see you,' he murmurs, 'Such discipline and composure may deceive the others, yet it's only a matter of time before they find you.' The homeless man continues his walk, pulling a black suitcase along, his tattered white shirt contrasting sharply with his black suit, and no tie to complete the ensemble.
Victor makes no comment, his mind a labyrinth of dark intentions and calculated moves. He viewed the world as a malleable entity, something he could shape and twist to suit his needs. The streets, the people, the very air he breathed; they were all part of a grand, intricate game where he alone held the key. He had no qualms about using others to achieve his goals, seeing them as mere tools in his grand design. It was a dangerous philosophy, one which required constant vigilance and adaptability. As he moved through the throngs of oblivious souls, he could almost hear the whispers of their deepest fears and hidden sins. The scars trailed behind him, living entities of their own, reaching out hungrily, desperate for a morsel of genuine suffering. Yet the city, with all its noise and chaos, offered little more than hollow echoes and fleeting shadows. Traces of happiness. Lost children in the never ending void of their own desperation. Victor's eyes flickered with a cold, calculating light. He was a master of this urban jungle, a predator in search of worthy prey. The demon’s warning lingered in his mind, yet it only fueled a burning hunger. He thrived in the shadows, where power and control were his for the taking. Each step he took was a step closer to his ultimate end goal, a twisted vision of dominance, only he could see.
In the distance, the city’s lights shimmered like false promises, yet Victor knew better. Beneath the surface, in hidden corners and forgotten alleys, darkness mirrored his own. In this abyss, he felt certain he would find what he sought: the true essence of his own hunger, the raw, unfiltered energy he could devour. Victor thrived on the underestimation of others, reveling when people perceived him as lesser. Such perceptions made his manipulations appear as innocent mistakes, acts of ignorance and oblivion. His favorite targets: those with inflated egos, individuals convinced of their invincibility.
"A person with a big ego is like an orgasm," he often mused, speaking as if to his shadow. "It's just so easy. Their first mistake: telling me we're not equals. Afterward, they reveal all the buttons and levers in their psyche. They hand me their own weapon on a silver platter, asking, 'Victor, please send me to meet Anpu. Please show me the gates of my own demise.' Their insanity begs to be freed from this curse of societal norms. Always the first mistake, then the rest follow." Laughter echoed from the snakes twining around Victor. As he whispered these musings, the words ensnared a group of Venezuelans nearby, inciting them into a frenzy of violence without understanding the spark. Victor watched, casually tossing a silver dollar their way as if to say, "Welcome to the sanctuary," his smirk a shadow under the flickering streetlights. He calls to the boys, 'there now before you boys get into trouble remember this, you're only seeing the lions teeth, yet you haven't seen what triggered it.' They stared at Victor, startled, as he bid them farewell with a two-finger salute from his left temple and continued wandering down the street.
A drone sliced through the air, its camera lens capturing the serpentine twists of the Chicago River below. Victor, watching its flight, was transported to his youth, to days spent cobbling together a demonic owl from discarded household trinkets and an owl decoy. He would pilot this macabre creation through his neighborhood, a spectral puppeteer orchestrating nocturnal ballets which both delighted and unnerved his unsuspecting audience. A sinister grin unfurled across his lips, a shadow's whisper, as memories of those simple machines mingled with the sophisticated arsenal he commanded today. In the digital age, Victor had become a maestro of manipulation, his tools refined yet no less mischievous. Social media platforms were his stage, targeted advertisements and spoofed numbers his actors, each one playing their part in his grand, deceptive symphony. With the deftest touch, he planted seeds of doubt, spun webs of misinformation, transforming allies into adversaries, stitching chaos into the fabric of daily lives with mere whispers masquerading as shouts. His schemes were crafted with such subtlety, woven so seamlessly into the warp and weft of reality, that his victims believed themselves architects of their own undoing.
The crowning jewel of his current machinations was a prototype drone, a whimsical homage to the contraptions of his youth yet imbued with the precision of modern technology. This drone, engineered to navigate from the chilly confines of his refrigerator to the steamy oasis of his rooftop hot tub, was a testament to his technical acumen. Crafted to be mended with mere baubles from any corner hardware store, it stood as a symbol of practical genius, a playful yet potent emblem of his enduring craft.
Victor glimpsed a universe of possibilities within this project, each drone a seed from which new opportunities might bloom. "Perhaps I could craft a model for a dive shop in Australia," he mused. "A sentinel to monitor the slow dance of decay among the coral reefs." Such a gift could forge pathways, perhaps even secure an internship, an opportunity to wield his 417 subclass visa before its flame flickered out. The prospect of traversing Australia's vast landscapes, of weaving his influence through uncharted territories and minds, sparked a thrill within him. Beyond the realm of circuitry and code, Victor possessed a profound mastery over the human psyche. He had the uncanny ability to read individuals, to delve into the murky depths of their insecurities and desires. With the finesse of a sculptor, he could mold a woman’s perception, convincing her of a soul-deep connection, crafting mirages of perfect compatibility. Yet, for all his prowess in the art of deception, Victor adhered to his own strict code. He eschewed physical violence, never staining his hands with assault; his dominion was the mind, his influence woven through the delicate fabric of psychology.
In Chicago's suffocating underbelly, Victor's father regarded him not with paternal concern, rather with venomous animosity. Their relationship was a battleground, devoid of affection or empathy, cloaked threats masquerading as concern. "Victor, if you don't see a psychiatrist, I'm cutting you off," he declared, his voice a cold hiss, a deeper wish for Victor's demise lurking beneath. Victor's laugh, hollow, echoing through the night, a sound devoid of warmth, knew well the true nature of the psychiatrist and the deeper machinations of his father's cruel intentions. His father viewed him not as a son, yet as a nemesis, a presence he wished to erase from existence. Surrounded by the oppressive cityscape, Victor stood alone atop his building, the L line screeching past, the lights below mere distant, watchful eyes. "Tomorrow, I bend reality once more," he whispered into the void, his voice merging with the cold wind sweeping the rooftops.
The relentless pursuit of his father's malice shadowed him into the darkest city corners where shadows moved with intent, whispering of ancient, sinister forces. Here, in the corner of his eyes an oozing of black liquid drenched an alley, a tar monster, a grotesque manifestation of the city’s darkest secrets, its gnarled face and gleaming teeth mirroring the twisted relationship endured. Against a backdrop of a city thrumming with malevolent energy, Victor pondered the fragile line between delusion and reality. "It's only delusional till it works, so is it really delusional?" he mused aloud, his words dissipating into the night where the distinction between madness and genius blurred by darkness.
Retreating from the alley, his figure melded into the shadows, each step deliberate, burdened with the weight of a cursed legacy. He was acutely aware of his dual role, both manipulator and pawn in a grander, more malevolent game, a game orchestrated by forces predating the city itself. Every movement influenced by the sinister energy pervading Chicago, a legacy of corruption and darkness intertwined with his own existence. Victor understood his every action overseen by the ancient entity had taken interest in him, an entity finding delight in his struggle, offering protection at a dreadful cost.
Emerging from the shadows back into the flickering city lights, Victor found no solace in the illumination yet his smile stretched reaching his eyes showing his gleaming razor sharp teeth. These lights did not offer hope only humor; they were beacons of a foreboding reality. He resolved to continue bending reality, wielding the cursed power both protecting, ensnaring him, and pointing out the irony of his situation. Day after day, he would play this dark game, a master of deceit entwined with an ancient force more profound and sinister than any could fathom.
With one final, lingering look at the alley where darkness reigned supreme, Victor Kane laughed, a hollow echo fading as he stepped into the nearby pub. Inside, the warm glow contrasted starkly with the night's chilling embrace, yet the shadows seemed merely to lurk at the edges, waiting. At their usual spot by the worn bar, he found Billy Smith, his old high school Basketball teammate, with two pints of beer ready. They clinked glasses, the sound slicing through the hum of conversations around them. "To the unexpected," Victor intoned, his voice laced with a hint of irony. As they settled into the rhythm of their catch-up, the conversation inevitably turned toward the unfolding news, the war in Ukraine, an event that had caught the world off guard.
"No one ever saw it coming," Billy remarked, his tone a mix of wonder and concern.
Victor's eyes flickered with a dark amusement, and raising his glass again, he offered a toast, this time in Latin, a language that carried the weight of history and secrets. "Ad profundis malorum," he declared, which translated to 'To the depths of evils.'
Billy paused, the words hanging between them like a veil being slowly drawn back to reveal a hidden scene. The toast was enigmatic, resonant with Victor’s acknowledgment of the chaos brewing both near and far, a chaos that, perhaps, only he could navigate.
As the night deepened within the grimy confines of the pub, where every corner whispered of misdeeds and the air hung heavy with the scent of stale beer and lost hopes, the laughter and chatter provided a deceptive cover for the profound game silently playing in Victor’s mind. His cryptic toast, "Ad profundis malorum," echoed a darker undertone amidst the jovial noise.
Across the bar, a woman with long jet black hair and piercing grey eyes watched Victor. Clad in a striking red full-grain leather trench coat, her presence was undeniably conspicuous, yet paradoxically, she remained unnoticed. Despite her short stature, she was fit, her features sharply defined, an attractiveness seemingly almost otherworldly amidst the grime of the pub. Curiously, not even the barkeep spared her a glance, as if she existed in a separate realm, visible only to those she chose to confront. As Billy excitedly shared his plans to open a dive shop with a taco bar on the roof, the woman’s lips moved in a whisper, her voice a soft, clear bell in the din, carrying a dire warning. "I know what you are. We found you." At that moment, a flashback surged through Victor’s mind, a haunting image of a colonial girl he once saw in the Fraser Experimental Forest. His girlfriend at the time had turned to him, her voice tinged with unease. "Victor, do you see what I see? The girl? Yeah, the girl. I can feel something following us. As if it knows what we are yet won't approach, yet I can feel it." This vivid recollection now seemed a prelude to the current moment, a chilling reminder the forces he had glimpsed back then were the same now declaring their presence.
The evening wound down with plans made and stories shared, yet the woman’s prophetic words and the ghostly memory of the girl hung unseen in the air, portending looming confrontations between the light she embodied and the shadow following Victor Kane. As the patrons began to drift away, the shadows reclaiming their territory within the pub, the mysterious woman’s figure faded into the background, her message delivered, her purpose yet unclear but undoubtedly intertwined with Victor’s fate.
The end.
2024.05.19 10:31 Hairy_Insurance2632 PIP Claim - Supporting Evidence
How many years worth of Medical Reports / Consultants Letters do you recommend sending as Supporting Evidence for a PIP Claim?
My 19 y/o daughter was diagnosed with Epilepsy in September 2019, we have retained every LetteReport and Hospital Discharge Form plus (obvs) her Care Plan. I also have her Seizure Diary going back to 2019.
The most informative Medical Letters and Reports, however, are from April 23 onwards when she was transferred to the primary care of an Epileptologist at the National Hospital for Neurology & Neurosurgery in London.
Would appreciate your views.
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My 19 y/o daughter was diagnosed with Epilepsy in September 2019, we have retained every LetteReport and Hospital Discharge Form plus (obvs) her Care Plan. I also have her Seizure Diary going back to 2019.
The most informative Medical Letters and Reports, however, are from April 23 onwards when she was transferred to the primary care of an Epileptologist at the National Hospital for Neurology & Neurosurgery in London.
Would appreciate your views.
2024.05.19 10:31 SettingIntentions I want to get living again... Not behind screens all the time
I used to adventure all of the time. I'd explore caves, ride motorcycles, go to waterfalls, meet new people, go on hikes all over the place, just ride around and explore what I could find. In 2023, I went through a lot of stress and trauma, and also just stopped taking care of myself. I didn't realize just how shape I had gotten, until I got smacked with a panic attack and also realized I was putting on weight when looking at myself in the mirror...
I want to get living again. I'm sitting here on a free Sunday afternoon. Old younger version of me would be on the dirt bike exploring a trail, or heading out to check out a cave.
I did used to be a bit reckless when I was younger, but I want to be safer now. I still want to adventure, but just take more mind to safety. I would over-do things when I was younger, now I'm a bit more wiser (I hope).
The problem is that as I've grown up and gotten out of shape it's lead to me becoming very scared. I am constantly afraid about whether or not I can handle XYZ adventure, even if it's a very light adventure. My sleep is fucked, I constantly wake up at 12pm or later and sleep 2-3am. I very struggle to make plans.
In many ways these problems (poor sleep & poor planning) is from my moderate success making money online. I can work anytime. anywhere. I don't need to be up at 8am... But I'd love to be up at 8am, not to "hustle" but to enjoy some nature activities.
I've been working out... Intensely. It's just depressing making progress but still being so far behind where I used to be. I want to cry just writing this out. A "hard" day these days is what an easy day was just a few years ago. And it's because of that that I'm scared to do any motorcycle ride or hike or any adventure, no matter how easy it is, because I know I'm not as strong as I was before physically.
I've also had mental trauma, and I'm seeing a therapist. Believe me, I'm attacking in many ways. Seeing an EMDR therapist to heal my mental trauma from last year, and working out intensely. I just need to fix my sleep and get in the habit of planning again and also get adventuring regularly again to show my brain that it's okay and that I don't need to be terrified (and also prove to myself that I'll "adventure responsibly" by using safety equipment and not overdo it, etc.).
I'm tired, and I think I'm addicted to YouTube, Reddit, Facebook, doomscrolling, staring at hot girls on IG, playing video games, etc, I just hate it. I feel like I can only think short-term and struggle planning, and I often feel like I'm in "withdrawal" when I'm not medicating with scrolling and whatnot. I think those things keep me up later at night, too.
I'd love to get out again. On a nice hike. Rock climbing. In a cave. Enjoying a waterfall. Cruising on a beautiful road early in the morning with little traffic.
What upsets me even more is that I definitely have the time and ability to do these things, it's just mainly my mental issues and bad sleep and bad planning holding me back. I have a huge list of adventures written out, I know what I want to do, I just have to get doing it more regularly.
Help, how can I get back on track?
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I want to get living again. I'm sitting here on a free Sunday afternoon. Old younger version of me would be on the dirt bike exploring a trail, or heading out to check out a cave.
I did used to be a bit reckless when I was younger, but I want to be safer now. I still want to adventure, but just take more mind to safety. I would over-do things when I was younger, now I'm a bit more wiser (I hope).
The problem is that as I've grown up and gotten out of shape it's lead to me becoming very scared. I am constantly afraid about whether or not I can handle XYZ adventure, even if it's a very light adventure. My sleep is fucked, I constantly wake up at 12pm or later and sleep 2-3am. I very struggle to make plans.
In many ways these problems (poor sleep & poor planning) is from my moderate success making money online. I can work anytime. anywhere. I don't need to be up at 8am... But I'd love to be up at 8am, not to "hustle" but to enjoy some nature activities.
I've been working out... Intensely. It's just depressing making progress but still being so far behind where I used to be. I want to cry just writing this out. A "hard" day these days is what an easy day was just a few years ago. And it's because of that that I'm scared to do any motorcycle ride or hike or any adventure, no matter how easy it is, because I know I'm not as strong as I was before physically.
I've also had mental trauma, and I'm seeing a therapist. Believe me, I'm attacking in many ways. Seeing an EMDR therapist to heal my mental trauma from last year, and working out intensely. I just need to fix my sleep and get in the habit of planning again and also get adventuring regularly again to show my brain that it's okay and that I don't need to be terrified (and also prove to myself that I'll "adventure responsibly" by using safety equipment and not overdo it, etc.).
I'm tired, and I think I'm addicted to YouTube, Reddit, Facebook, doomscrolling, staring at hot girls on IG, playing video games, etc, I just hate it. I feel like I can only think short-term and struggle planning, and I often feel like I'm in "withdrawal" when I'm not medicating with scrolling and whatnot. I think those things keep me up later at night, too.
I'd love to get out again. On a nice hike. Rock climbing. In a cave. Enjoying a waterfall. Cruising on a beautiful road early in the morning with little traffic.
What upsets me even more is that I definitely have the time and ability to do these things, it's just mainly my mental issues and bad sleep and bad planning holding me back. I have a huge list of adventures written out, I know what I want to do, I just have to get doing it more regularly.
Help, how can I get back on track?
2024.05.19 10:31 SettingIntentions I want to get living again... Not behind screens all the time
I used to adventure all of the time. I'd explore caves, ride motorcycles, go to waterfalls, meet new people, go on hikes all over the place, just ride around and explore what I could find. In 2023, I went through a lot of stress and trauma, and also just stopped taking care of myself. I didn't realize just how shape I had gotten, until I got smacked with a panic attack and also realized I was putting on weight when looking at myself in the mirror...
I want to get living again. I'm sitting here on a free Sunday afternoon. Old younger version of me would be on the dirt bike exploring a trail, or heading out to check out a cave.
I did used to be a bit reckless when I was younger, but I want to be safer now. I still want to adventure, but just take more mind to safety. I would over-do things when I was younger, now I'm a bit more wiser (I hope).
The problem is that as I've grown up and gotten out of shape it's lead to me becoming very scared. I am constantly afraid about whether or not I can handle XYZ adventure, even if it's a very light adventure. My sleep is fucked, I constantly wake up at 12pm or later and sleep 2-3am. I very struggle to make plans.
In many ways these problems (poor sleep & poor planning) is from my moderate success making money online. I can work anytime. anywhere. I don't need to be up at 8am... But I'd love to be up at 8am, not to "hustle" but to enjoy some nature activities.
I've been working out... Intensely. It's just depressing making progress but still being so far behind where I used to be. I want to cry just writing this out. A "hard" day these days is what an easy day was just a few years ago. And it's because of that that I'm scared to do any motorcycle ride or hike or any adventure, no matter how easy it is, because I know I'm not as strong as I was before physically.
I've also had mental trauma, and I'm seeing a therapist. Believe me, I'm attacking in many ways. Seeing an EMDR therapist to heal my mental trauma from last year, and working out intensely. I just need to fix my sleep and get in the habit of planning again and also get adventuring regularly again to show my brain that it's okay and that I don't need to be terrified (and also prove to myself that I'll "adventure responsibly" by using safety equipment and not overdo it, etc.).
I'm tired, and I think I'm addicted to YouTube, Reddit, Facebook, doomscrolling, staring at hot girls on IG, playing video games, etc, I just hate it. I feel like I can only think short-term and struggle planning, and I often feel like I'm in "withdrawal" when I'm not medicating with scrolling and whatnot. I think those things keep me up later at night, too.
I'd love to get out again. On a nice hike. Rock climbing. In a cave. Enjoying a waterfall. Cruising on a beautiful road early in the morning with little traffic.
What upsets me even more is that I definitely have the time and ability to do these things, it's just mainly my mental issues and bad sleep and bad planning holding me back. I have a huge list of adventures written out, I know what I want to do, I just have to get doing it more regularly.
Help, how can I get back on track?
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I want to get living again. I'm sitting here on a free Sunday afternoon. Old younger version of me would be on the dirt bike exploring a trail, or heading out to check out a cave.
I did used to be a bit reckless when I was younger, but I want to be safer now. I still want to adventure, but just take more mind to safety. I would over-do things when I was younger, now I'm a bit more wiser (I hope).
The problem is that as I've grown up and gotten out of shape it's lead to me becoming very scared. I am constantly afraid about whether or not I can handle XYZ adventure, even if it's a very light adventure. My sleep is fucked, I constantly wake up at 12pm or later and sleep 2-3am. I very struggle to make plans.
In many ways these problems (poor sleep & poor planning) is from my moderate success making money online. I can work anytime. anywhere. I don't need to be up at 8am... But I'd love to be up at 8am, not to "hustle" but to enjoy some nature activities.
I've been working out... Intensely. It's just depressing making progress but still being so far behind where I used to be. I want to cry just writing this out. A "hard" day these days is what an easy day was just a few years ago. And it's because of that that I'm scared to do any motorcycle ride or hike or any adventure, no matter how easy it is, because I know I'm not as strong as I was before physically.
I've also had mental trauma, and I'm seeing a therapist. Believe me, I'm attacking in many ways. Seeing an EMDR therapist to heal my mental trauma from last year, and working out intensely. I just need to fix my sleep and get in the habit of planning again and also get adventuring regularly again to show my brain that it's okay and that I don't need to be terrified (and also prove to myself that I'll "adventure responsibly" by using safety equipment and not overdo it, etc.).
I'm tired, and I think I'm addicted to YouTube, Reddit, Facebook, doomscrolling, staring at hot girls on IG, playing video games, etc, I just hate it. I feel like I can only think short-term and struggle planning, and I often feel like I'm in "withdrawal" when I'm not medicating with scrolling and whatnot. I think those things keep me up later at night, too.
I'd love to get out again. On a nice hike. Rock climbing. In a cave. Enjoying a waterfall. Cruising on a beautiful road early in the morning with little traffic.
What upsets me even more is that I definitely have the time and ability to do these things, it's just mainly my mental issues and bad sleep and bad planning holding me back. I have a huge list of adventures written out, I know what I want to do, I just have to get doing it more regularly.
Help, how can I get back on track?
2024.05.19 10:31 SettingIntentions I want to get living again... Not behind screens all the time
I used to adventure all of the time. I'd explore caves, ride motorcycles, go to waterfalls, meet new people, go on hikes all over the place, just ride around and explore what I could find. In 2023, I went through a lot of stress and trauma, and also just stopped taking care of myself. I didn't realize just how shape I had gotten, until I got smacked with a panic attack and also realized I was putting on weight when looking at myself in the mirror...
I want to get living again. I'm sitting here on a free Sunday afternoon. Old younger version of me would be on the dirt bike exploring a trail, or heading out to check out a cave.
I did used to be a bit reckless when I was younger, but I want to be safer now. I still want to adventure, but just take more mind to safety. I would over-do things when I was younger, now I'm a bit more wiser (I hope).
The problem is that as I've grown up and gotten out of shape it's lead to me becoming very scared. I am constantly afraid about whether or not I can handle XYZ adventure, even if it's a very light adventure. My sleep is fucked, I constantly wake up at 12pm or later and sleep 2-3am. I very struggle to make plans.
In many ways these problems (poor sleep & poor planning) is from my moderate success making money online. I can work anytime. anywhere. I don't need to be up at 8am... But I'd love to be up at 8am, not to "hustle" but to enjoy some nature activities.
I've been working out... Intensely. It's just depressing making progress but still being so far behind where I used to be. I want to cry just writing this out. A "hard" day these days is what an easy day was just a few years ago. And it's because of that that I'm scared to do any motorcycle ride or hike or any adventure, no matter how easy it is, because I know I'm not as strong as I was before physically.
I've also had mental trauma, and I'm seeing a therapist. Believe me, I'm attacking in many ways. Seeing an EMDR therapist to heal my mental trauma from last year, and working out intensely. I just need to fix my sleep and get in the habit of planning again and also get adventuring regularly again to show my brain that it's okay and that I don't need to be terrified (and also prove to myself that I'll "adventure responsibly" by using safety equipment and not overdo it, etc.).
I'm tired, and I think I'm addicted to YouTube, Reddit, Facebook, doomscrolling, staring at hot girls on IG, playing video games, etc, I just hate it. I feel like I can only think short-term and struggle planning, and I often feel like I'm in "withdrawal" when I'm not medicating with scrolling and whatnot. I think those things keep me up later at night, too.
I'd love to get out again. On a nice hike. Rock climbing. In a cave. Enjoying a waterfall. Cruising on a beautiful road early in the morning with little traffic.
What upsets me even more is that I definitely have the time and ability to do these things, it's just mainly my mental issues and bad sleep and bad planning holding me back. I have a huge list of adventures written out, I know what I want to do, I just have to get doing it more regularly.
Help, how can I get back on track?
submitted by SettingIntentions to DecidingToBeBetter [link] [comments]
I want to get living again. I'm sitting here on a free Sunday afternoon. Old younger version of me would be on the dirt bike exploring a trail, or heading out to check out a cave.
I did used to be a bit reckless when I was younger, but I want to be safer now. I still want to adventure, but just take more mind to safety. I would over-do things when I was younger, now I'm a bit more wiser (I hope).
The problem is that as I've grown up and gotten out of shape it's lead to me becoming very scared. I am constantly afraid about whether or not I can handle XYZ adventure, even if it's a very light adventure. My sleep is fucked, I constantly wake up at 12pm or later and sleep 2-3am. I very struggle to make plans.
In many ways these problems (poor sleep & poor planning) is from my moderate success making money online. I can work anytime. anywhere. I don't need to be up at 8am... But I'd love to be up at 8am, not to "hustle" but to enjoy some nature activities.
I've been working out... Intensely. It's just depressing making progress but still being so far behind where I used to be. I want to cry just writing this out. A "hard" day these days is what an easy day was just a few years ago. And it's because of that that I'm scared to do any motorcycle ride or hike or any adventure, no matter how easy it is, because I know I'm not as strong as I was before physically.
I've also had mental trauma, and I'm seeing a therapist. Believe me, I'm attacking in many ways. Seeing an EMDR therapist to heal my mental trauma from last year, and working out intensely. I just need to fix my sleep and get in the habit of planning again and also get adventuring regularly again to show my brain that it's okay and that I don't need to be terrified (and also prove to myself that I'll "adventure responsibly" by using safety equipment and not overdo it, etc.).
I'm tired, and I think I'm addicted to YouTube, Reddit, Facebook, doomscrolling, staring at hot girls on IG, playing video games, etc, I just hate it. I feel like I can only think short-term and struggle planning, and I often feel like I'm in "withdrawal" when I'm not medicating with scrolling and whatnot. I think those things keep me up later at night, too.
I'd love to get out again. On a nice hike. Rock climbing. In a cave. Enjoying a waterfall. Cruising on a beautiful road early in the morning with little traffic.
What upsets me even more is that I definitely have the time and ability to do these things, it's just mainly my mental issues and bad sleep and bad planning holding me back. I have a huge list of adventures written out, I know what I want to do, I just have to get doing it more regularly.
Help, how can I get back on track?
2024.05.19 10:31 nObody_769 Fandom rp set in the DC animated universe specifically after the events of Justice League unlimited
DC animated universe:Many thought that Lex Luther was an arrogant man that could never see his own downfall coming but while they would be right on the first part they would be dead wrong on the second and this showed in one of Luther's many backup that he had come up with soon after taking over the legion of doom plans in case of his Death called operation rebirth which was a plan to take a copy of Lex's mind and download it into a top of the line robot body but the world could not have two lex Luthers so the original would create a network connecting the robot and it's AI to a limited amount of the Internet all so that it could wait for the day that it was reported that the original died which would then cause the activation protocol to take place awakening the robot and so it would slumber in the hidden laboratory for years to come until one day it would be reported that Lex Luther had died sacrificing himself to defeat the new god Darkseid but what was not planned for was that the robot's AI would be corrupted due to the fact that sleeping within the furthest parts of Lex's mind were fragmented pieces of Brainiac's programming and conscious was lodged in his mind an once the robot was activated both of the personalities would fight each other for control which would end up with both of them merging together to create something new and now this new entity would be free to travel the world that was full of opportunities
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2024.05.19 10:30 smilefella Am I behind the times?
My buddy and I got into a heated argument. He Says he'd be happy to work 10 hours a day and come home and do all the dishes and childcare and laundry and cooking etc. And he'd be fine with his wife doing absolutely nothing , putting the kid in daycare , hanging with her friends all day. I say this is a cuck. He's legit working like a slave so someone else can be on holiday 24/7. He got so mad he walked away. He hasn't had a girlfriend in 12 years mind you. I just got divorced I guess he's thinking he'd be a great husband to my ex or something. My perspective is that back in the day people had 6 kids. The guy went to work while the woman worked her ass off taking care of all the kids at home. So when you got off work there was still a ton of work to do. So work needed doing. Am I a bad dude to expect 50/50 effort in relationships? He says I'm an asshole for thinking if I work 12 hrs a day my wife should work 12 hrs a day ( estimated not some crazy time sheet). I just wanna know if I'm way off here. I get some dudes are ok with their wife having a free life. I hate that concept. I'm not here to be a fluffer. But maybe that makes me an ass?
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2024.05.19 10:25 Otherwise-Course-15 1939 Tampax ad
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2024.05.19 10:24 SincerelySasquatch Finally got my Razr!
Hey guys! I'd been wanting a Razr for a while but couldn't justify upgrading from my moto g stylus 2022 when it was working perfectly fine. Well, that phone took a tumble and I had a badly cracked screen so I found myself in the market for a new phone. I thought about waiting for the 2024 Razr that's likely coming out soon, but Cricket Wireless had the Razr 40 for $99 for new customers. I decided that was too good a deal to pass up so I signed up for a free SIM card to test their network. The signal was great so I went ahead and got the phone. I've had it a few days now and I love it. The camera is definitely an upgrade, and it's my first folding phone and I love it. I've got protection on it and to get it I had to sign up for a $60/mo unlimited plan. I can probably change the plan to a 5 gb plan if I want (I'm always on wifi) but I might be doing uber eats soon in which case I'd need the unlimited.
Anyway, hi! Happy to be here!
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Anyway, hi! Happy to be here!
2024.05.19 10:24 adulting4kids Holidays
Special Holiday Recovery Prompt (Continued):
Consider a cherished holiday memory from your childhood or past that is free from the influence of substances. Reflect on the emotions, connections, and joy present in that moment. How can you incorporate elements of that positive experience into your current holiday celebrations, focusing on creating meaningful, substance-free traditions that align with your values and reinforce the joy of the season?
Advice for Getting Through the Holidays in Recovery (Continued):
Practice mindfulness and be present in the moment. Allow yourself to experience and appreciate the positive aspects of the holidays without dwelling on potential stressors. Have a plan for handling unexpected triggers, such as having a trusted friend to call or an alternative activity to engage in. Be kind to yourself and recognize the progress you've made. Utilize gratitude as a daily practice, focusing on the positive aspects of each day and the milestones achieved in your recovery. Lastly, remember that it's okay to seek professional help or attend additional support meetings during this time if needed.
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Consider a cherished holiday memory from your childhood or past that is free from the influence of substances. Reflect on the emotions, connections, and joy present in that moment. How can you incorporate elements of that positive experience into your current holiday celebrations, focusing on creating meaningful, substance-free traditions that align with your values and reinforce the joy of the season?
Advice for Getting Through the Holidays in Recovery (Continued):
Practice mindfulness and be present in the moment. Allow yourself to experience and appreciate the positive aspects of the holidays without dwelling on potential stressors. Have a plan for handling unexpected triggers, such as having a trusted friend to call or an alternative activity to engage in. Be kind to yourself and recognize the progress you've made. Utilize gratitude as a daily practice, focusing on the positive aspects of each day and the milestones achieved in your recovery. Lastly, remember that it's okay to seek professional help or attend additional support meetings during this time if needed.
2024.05.19 10:23 greenplastic90 Care questions
 | This is Phosphorus (aka Fasfas). submitted by greenplastic90 to tortoise [link] [comments] Questions below, but here is a bit of backstory. I found this beautiful creature on the road about a month ago, where it could have easily been run over while I was on a walk in my city. I took it home as I’m pretty certain it’s not a wild animal; I live in a pretty built-up area. It must have been someone’s pet as its shell seems to be painted green and red. I’m guessing it made a run for it. Hah. I knew almost nothing about a tortoise's needs, and I’ve been slowly educating myself on taking care of it. I was planning on finding it a new home, but I got really attached to the little thing and can’t stop thinking about it! 🫣 It seems “healthy” from my point of view. After getting a bit of sun every morning, it just goes on patrol, exploring outside and inside at its own leisure (very active). It eats often and poops at least twice a day. Okay, here come the questions.
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2024.05.19 10:22 Fekulo Aussie 10 speeds
 | Howdy. I've got two old Aussie 10 speeds, a Repco traveller (made in Melbourne) from the 1980s I believe, and a Standish Tourney (made in Adelaide) of unknown vintage. submitted by Fekulo to retrobikes [link] [comments] I've had the Repco for quite a few years and rode it everywhere back in the day, but I got busy and it sat in the shed for a while, so it needs an overhaul. The Standish I found out for council pickup a couple of years ago and remember them from my childhood, so I had to have it. I've started on the Standish by regreasing the headset bearings and overhauling the rear derailleur. I plan to gradually get the both of them back to fairly decent condition. If you guys on here are interested, I'll post updates as I go. And if anyone has any interesting info on either of these models, please feel free to fill me in. Cheers! |
2024.05.19 10:21 Andrei_CareE Eclipsa was a bad Queen.
Hello, in my opinion Eclipsa was a pretty bad queen for Mewni and i'm going to show you why this is the case.
Ever since i joined the fandom, Eclipsa seems to be a fan favorite in the show, where people and the show see her as a 'misunderstood bad girl with a good intentions' or that she did nothing wrong for the most part at least.
And while i agree she was misunderstood and that she at least doesn't have any evil intentions this doesn't excuse her awful performance as queen especially in the aftermath of Conquer during her short-lived second reign.
Eclipsa's First Reign (300+ years before the main events in the show)
During her first reign she almost caused the collapse of the Butterfly Dinasty by running away from her kingdom(and her duty as queen and legal husband) with a monster, and not any monsters but The King of Monsters, who was known to eat and terrorize mewmans, her subjects. Yes, i know Globgor sucessfully changed and became a vegetarian for his love of Eclipsa but the mewmans and the MHC weren't aware of this fact. You can imagine how mewmans would feel to have as their king someone nicknamed 'Plucker of Limbs' or 'Crusher of Skulls' and he would still be a possible threat as he could at any moment revert back into his old ways without Eclipsa's support, as we seen in the episode 'Doop-Doop' Globgor likey was the one with the idea to have a mewman-style cake hinting that he still has those instincts inside him but i digress.
For all his faults, King Shastacan remaining as the King-Regent after being cheated on and abandoned by the Queen of Mewni understandably wanted nothing to do with the bastard(in royal succession term) offspring of Eclipsa and Globgor and thus he choosed to disinheret her in subtle way possible by swapping Meteora with a peasant mewman baby, he was the one likely who ordered the MHC with finding the replacement heir to the throne which they did in Festivia who was adopted by King Shastacan and MHC into the Butterfly family, again as subtle as possible in order to maintain stability and give the impression of continuance of the royal bloodline.
And another argument to justify this action, in the hindsight, the MHC were vindicated and proven right about their fear of Meteora the hybrid mewman-monster of the most powerful magic Queen and king of Monsters, considering how powerful she became in the season 3 final episodes and especially the finale 'Conquer', she almost caused the destruction of mewmanity and the Butterfly kingdom.
Eclipsa's Second Reign (Post Season 3 Finale after Conquer)
And now getting to her 2nd reign, after Star decided(sadly and unwisely in my opinion) to give the throne back to Eclipsa as she saw Eclipsa being the rightful queen(despite she effectively abdicating when she fled the kingdom the run away with the Globgor but whatever)
One of her first acts as queen was to move the capital to the Monster Temple as the Butterfly Castle laid in ruins after the Star vs Meteora showdown, which is understandable but she decided to keep it as the permanent capital and leave the Butterfly Castle, with so much prestige and history behind it in ruins which probably wasn't taken lightly by the mewman population who felt like their new queen(they already distrust and dislike) snub them for monsters, especially after naming the new capital 'New Monster Town'
This change symbolizing a change of focus away from mewmans and towards the monsters which again likely infuriated alot of mewmans, fermenting an understandable resentment towards Eclipsa the queen who they traditionally depend for guidance and aid.
Another awful act was confiscating the houses of mewmans and "returning" them to the monsters.
This is my opinion was one if not the worst decree done by Eclipsa, not only she expropriating homes mewman family used to live for generations but she let many of them literally homeless and basically to their fate, and you wonder why so many mewmans grew to absolutely despise their "Queen" who had only done them harm so far.
Luckily for the homeless mewmans, their ex-queen Moon who's actually a competent manager and ruler managed to create a small town our of her initial Yurt for her unfortunate former subjects who finally found a place of refugee and belonging even if they had a bit of a rocky relation initially.
Not only that but Eclipsa left former once prosperous towns in ruins(likely caused by Meteora's rampage) and their inhabitants homeless and destitute in 'Ghost of Butterfly Castle' without any plan to repair either by dispatching teams or using her magic to help. Again you wonder why so many mewmans continued to despite their queen.
Yet in another reckless act of of Eclipsa, while understandable from her perspective but very irresponsible was trying to free her controversial husband Globgor.
Thus potentially putting her mewman subjects at risk in case Globgor had desires for (understandably) revenge and straining relations with the other kingdoms who were already (understandably) horrified by the return of the 300 year old 'Queen of Darkness' and her Mewman-eating Husband who they heard so many dark stories and myths about.
She was basically inviting a coup against her by the MHC who didn't trust her to begin with and especially didn't appreciate her efforts to free Globgor who they fought hard to defeat.
While she managed in the end specially in 'Cornonation' to win the hearts of the mewmans who decided to come to her coronation event, this wasn't enough to convince the rest of the disgruntled mewmans to return, and as that wasn't bad enough, many of them took interest and joined Mina's radical movement to remove Eclipsa by force, while partially motivated by genuine racism against monsters, i think their biggest reason to rebel was due to their hatred and disappointment of Eclipsa's rule, which can be understandable considering her decrees.
In the end, while this doesn't justify Moon's decision to ally with Mina (an extremist and insane monster hater) which eventually led to the destruction of magic, Eclipsa pretty much made these conditions possible due to her policies and decisions, from abandoning her people in favor of monsters to refusing to mend ties with the MHC and prove them wrong, the finale could've been avoided if she was to put it bluntly a better queen, Eclipsa wasn't a bad person from the beginning to the end but she just wasn't a good queen for Mewni, and perhaps the throne being returned to her was a mistake, all things considered.
submitted by Andrei_CareE to StarVStheForcesofEvil [link] [comments]
Ever since i joined the fandom, Eclipsa seems to be a fan favorite in the show, where people and the show see her as a 'misunderstood bad girl with a good intentions' or that she did nothing wrong for the most part at least.
And while i agree she was misunderstood and that she at least doesn't have any evil intentions this doesn't excuse her awful performance as queen especially in the aftermath of Conquer during her short-lived second reign.
Eclipsa's First Reign (300+ years before the main events in the show)
During her first reign she almost caused the collapse of the Butterfly Dinasty by running away from her kingdom(and her duty as queen and legal husband) with a monster, and not any monsters but The King of Monsters, who was known to eat and terrorize mewmans, her subjects. Yes, i know Globgor sucessfully changed and became a vegetarian for his love of Eclipsa but the mewmans and the MHC weren't aware of this fact. You can imagine how mewmans would feel to have as their king someone nicknamed 'Plucker of Limbs' or 'Crusher of Skulls' and he would still be a possible threat as he could at any moment revert back into his old ways without Eclipsa's support, as we seen in the episode 'Doop-Doop' Globgor likey was the one with the idea to have a mewman-style cake hinting that he still has those instincts inside him but i digress.
For all his faults, King Shastacan remaining as the King-Regent after being cheated on and abandoned by the Queen of Mewni understandably wanted nothing to do with the bastard(in royal succession term) offspring of Eclipsa and Globgor and thus he choosed to disinheret her in subtle way possible by swapping Meteora with a peasant mewman baby, he was the one likely who ordered the MHC with finding the replacement heir to the throne which they did in Festivia who was adopted by King Shastacan and MHC into the Butterfly family, again as subtle as possible in order to maintain stability and give the impression of continuance of the royal bloodline.
And another argument to justify this action, in the hindsight, the MHC were vindicated and proven right about their fear of Meteora the hybrid mewman-monster of the most powerful magic Queen and king of Monsters, considering how powerful she became in the season 3 final episodes and especially the finale 'Conquer', she almost caused the destruction of mewmanity and the Butterfly kingdom.
Eclipsa's Second Reign (Post Season 3 Finale after Conquer)
And now getting to her 2nd reign, after Star decided(sadly and unwisely in my opinion) to give the throne back to Eclipsa as she saw Eclipsa being the rightful queen(despite she effectively abdicating when she fled the kingdom the run away with the Globgor but whatever)
One of her first acts as queen was to move the capital to the Monster Temple as the Butterfly Castle laid in ruins after the Star vs Meteora showdown, which is understandable but she decided to keep it as the permanent capital and leave the Butterfly Castle, with so much prestige and history behind it in ruins which probably wasn't taken lightly by the mewman population who felt like their new queen(they already distrust and dislike) snub them for monsters, especially after naming the new capital 'New Monster Town'
This change symbolizing a change of focus away from mewmans and towards the monsters which again likely infuriated alot of mewmans, fermenting an understandable resentment towards Eclipsa the queen who they traditionally depend for guidance and aid.
Another awful act was confiscating the houses of mewmans and "returning" them to the monsters.
This is my opinion was one if not the worst decree done by Eclipsa, not only she expropriating homes mewman family used to live for generations but she let many of them literally homeless and basically to their fate, and you wonder why so many mewmans grew to absolutely despise their "Queen" who had only done them harm so far.
Luckily for the homeless mewmans, their ex-queen Moon who's actually a competent manager and ruler managed to create a small town our of her initial Yurt for her unfortunate former subjects who finally found a place of refugee and belonging even if they had a bit of a rocky relation initially.
Not only that but Eclipsa left former once prosperous towns in ruins(likely caused by Meteora's rampage) and their inhabitants homeless and destitute in 'Ghost of Butterfly Castle' without any plan to repair either by dispatching teams or using her magic to help. Again you wonder why so many mewmans continued to despite their queen.
Yet in another reckless act of of Eclipsa, while understandable from her perspective but very irresponsible was trying to free her controversial husband Globgor.
Thus potentially putting her mewman subjects at risk in case Globgor had desires for (understandably) revenge and straining relations with the other kingdoms who were already (understandably) horrified by the return of the 300 year old 'Queen of Darkness' and her Mewman-eating Husband who they heard so many dark stories and myths about.
She was basically inviting a coup against her by the MHC who didn't trust her to begin with and especially didn't appreciate her efforts to free Globgor who they fought hard to defeat.
While she managed in the end specially in 'Cornonation' to win the hearts of the mewmans who decided to come to her coronation event, this wasn't enough to convince the rest of the disgruntled mewmans to return, and as that wasn't bad enough, many of them took interest and joined Mina's radical movement to remove Eclipsa by force, while partially motivated by genuine racism against monsters, i think their biggest reason to rebel was due to their hatred and disappointment of Eclipsa's rule, which can be understandable considering her decrees.
In the end, while this doesn't justify Moon's decision to ally with Mina (an extremist and insane monster hater) which eventually led to the destruction of magic, Eclipsa pretty much made these conditions possible due to her policies and decisions, from abandoning her people in favor of monsters to refusing to mend ties with the MHC and prove them wrong, the finale could've been avoided if she was to put it bluntly a better queen, Eclipsa wasn't a bad person from the beginning to the end but she just wasn't a good queen for Mewni, and perhaps the throne being returned to her was a mistake, all things considered.
2024.05.19 10:20 Adventurous-Split-19 How do you document your coding journey?
Hi everyone,
I'm curious about how people document their journey while learning to code. It's always interesting to see the different methods and tools used to track progress, save code snippets, and reflect on the learning process. Here are a few questions to get the conversation started:
Thanks in advance for your insights!
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I'm curious about how people document their journey while learning to code. It's always interesting to see the different methods and tools used to track progress, save code snippets, and reflect on the learning process. Here are a few questions to get the conversation started:
- How do you keep track of what you learn? Do you use a specific format or template to document your progress?
- What tools or applications do you use to save your code snippets? Do you prefer text editors, specialized apps, or version control systems like Git?
- Do you maintain a blog or a digital journal? If so, how do you structure your posts or entries?
- Do you use any specific tools for note-taking? How do you organize your notes to make them easy to refer back to?
Thanks in advance for your insights!
2024.05.19 10:20 DaddyLongSok Me M23 and my girlfriend 29F seem to be on different paths. Is our relationship strong enough? Or was there no hope for us from the start?
Hello Reddit this is my first post ever on here, it seems crazy to ask a bunch of strangers for opinions, but I just need any kind of input or perspective other than my own. I’ve been with my girlfriend since December 27th of 2022. We met at work after getting to know her for 6 months and thinking that I was out of her league I couldn’t believe she was interested in me. Our sense of humor and personalities meshed really well and we both enjoy each other’s company. She’s perfect I fell in love with her almost instantly she truly made my life better and just simply seeing her smile lit up my world. As time has gone by that spark we shared in our first few months of dating has seem to vanished. Before I knew her she had already been taking care of baby cousin and officially about a month ago gained full custody of her. She is 3 years old and is under my girlfriend’s constant care. This was something I actually didn’t find strange I didn’t mind her having a child and I have been trying to help in anyway I can. However this makes things difficult because my girlfriend rarely has any free time to spend with me. Since we’ve been together we have only gone on 1 date. The rest of her time is devoted to helping her younger brother and mother. Her brother has a complicated history with mental health and her mother is also not in the best shape. There is a lot on my girlfriends shoulders she has to take care of her daughter, brother, and mother and that’s not including herself. All of her money and resources goes towards them. I’ve tried to help in any way I can. By sending her money to help pay for things. However here’s where it gets a little weird. My girlfriend is roommates with her ex. She and her ex currently live together and pay rent together. This has made it so that I can’t visit her at all, and she doesn’t want to risk being seen out with me. Since her ex is the name on the lease he could kick her out if he finds out she’s with me now. She keeps saying she can’t visit me because it’s suspicious and that we can’t go out because she has other priorities. I’ve struggled with this it seems selfish of me to want her all to myself especially with all of her responsibilities. However I can’t help but feel I’m not really in a relationship. We work in retail and when our store had to close we both got jobs elsewhere. It’s been about 2 months now and I haven’t seen her once. However prior to this I only ever really saw her at work. I miss her so much and we text as much as we can and I keep trying to plan things with her but she keeps telling me there’s no time. Earlier this year she purchased a new car that she’s still paying off with my help. I helped her with the down payment by paying most of it myself and when she told me she couldn’t cover the monthly payments. I told her not to worry and that I would cover it. It’s been this way for a few months now. The payment is 390 every paycheck and I send her that amount each time. However I am not making huge bucks as I said I work in retail. I have been struggling lately financially. Sending her 390 each paycheck along with helping her with other expenses has left me with not much leftover. I have bills myself and I have to help my parents sometimes. This usually means I’m living paycheck to paycheck something that’s new to me. I haven’t been able to save up or try to get a better job because I’m so drained of working OT shifts and pushing myself to cover my expenses and my girlfriends. All of this work just to not see her. I don’t expect anything in return it was my choice to help her, but the fact that I don’t see her at all and only text now hurts. She’s been through a lot in her life, stuff that I don’t want to disclose, but she is so strong and just someone I look up to. I just can’t help to think we are on separate paths. I want to go on dates and take her out to eat and just spend time with her something. It seems like she was satisfied with just seeing me at work but now that we don’t work together I feel neglected. I don’t want to lose her but I’m afraid of telling her all of this will make her leave me. But I also want to have a relationship and spend time with her. I know she loves me the connection we have feels strong and real to me but I just need some opinions or suggestions on what to do with my relationship. I don’t want to lose her she’s my everything. But I don’t know if I’m her everything. We might just be on different paths and want different things. I just know I love her.
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2024.05.19 10:19 thepurpleproject Recommendations for a Budget Car in the 7-9L Range for a First-Time Owner?
'm finally planning to buy my first car. I've had a car before, but it was owned by my dad, so I never really got to know how much it costs to own one. Keeping that in mind, I want to purchase a budget car that meets the following criteria:
The purpose of getting a car is to improve my driving skills (I haven't driven in about three years) and to understand all aspects of car ownership. Additionally, I want to enjoy my remaining bachelor years before getting married. After 2-3 years, I plan to upgrade to a Jeep Meridian or something in that range.
Initially, I planned to get a used Volkswagen Polo because it's one of my favorite cars that I can actually afford. However, after looking at all the options, well-maintained used Polos are priced around 5.5 - 6.7 lakh, which is close to the cost of a new car like the Swift or Baleno.
Lastly, I will be getting this car in Bangalore and looking into financing since the interest rate seems to be 9%, which is close to the rate of inflation. So, it's better to use debt to get a depreciating asset with the comfort of paying installments.
Any suggestions or advice would be greatly appreciated!
Thanks.
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- Reasonably safe with standard safety equipment within my budget.
- A punchy engine – I don't like to drive at high speeds, but I do prefer a quicker 0-60.
- Reasonably comfortable for driving due to a spine injury.
The purpose of getting a car is to improve my driving skills (I haven't driven in about three years) and to understand all aspects of car ownership. Additionally, I want to enjoy my remaining bachelor years before getting married. After 2-3 years, I plan to upgrade to a Jeep Meridian or something in that range.
Initially, I planned to get a used Volkswagen Polo because it's one of my favorite cars that I can actually afford. However, after looking at all the options, well-maintained used Polos are priced around 5.5 - 6.7 lakh, which is close to the cost of a new car like the Swift or Baleno.
Lastly, I will be getting this car in Bangalore and looking into financing since the interest rate seems to be 9%, which is close to the rate of inflation. So, it's better to use debt to get a depreciating asset with the comfort of paying installments.
Any suggestions or advice would be greatly appreciated!
Thanks.
2024.05.19 10:19 EXXIONN No Pull Account
So I don't plan on pulling just yet so I wanna ask if any of the free characters that they will give can take on the hardest contents of this game.
I'm still new to Kuro Games so I don't know how strong they build their free characters.
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I'm still new to Kuro Games so I don't know how strong they build their free characters.
2024.05.19 10:18 Apprehensive_Log_870 one year since graduation and i'm still unemployed.
I graduated June last year from a ""big 4"" university and until now, wala pa rin akong trabaho. I haven't been applying to any company at all kasi I chose to take a break since college took a huge toll on me and my mental health. I know most people would think negatively about it and I don't blame them. I know na ako rin naman yung problema.
The thing is, I don't think I'm lazy. Ako yung eldest child sa pamilya and I've been very much committed sa mga resposibilities ko. I'm in-charge of everything sa bahay since ako lang naiiwan at may mga pasok sila sa school at work. I clean, cook, take care of our pets, my siblings pati maging trauma dump ng lahat (jk 1/2) etc. Kung may nagtataka man sa kung anong tingin ng parents ko sa situation ko ngayon, they don't really pressure me naman pero alam ko sa loob-looban eh nagtataka na rin sila. Grumaduate ng may latin honors yung anak pero palamunin pa rin - my relatives probably. They've been talking about me too, and gusto nila na mag-abroad ako as if andali-daling kumuha ng visa. Gusto ko rin naman pero I think, need ko muna talaga ng experience.
Sa isang taon na wala ako trabaho, nagpahinga ako. I tried everything that I wanted to do na kaya ko at afford ko dahil I believe na once I join the workforce, magiging limitado na yung free time ko. Para di rin ako mangalawang sa mga natutunan ko nung college, I accepted design and creative commissions on the side to atleast earn money. My clients are mostly my friends and relatives and they seem satisfied naman with my outputs. Nakakatulong din naman lahat ng yon sa personal growth ko at sa pag build ng portfolio ko which I'm working on lately. Oo, lately lang. It took me this long to have the motivation to work on myself and finally move forward.
Hinding hindi mawawala yung feeling na you're being left behind since kada bukas mo ng social media accs mo, halos lahat ng ka-batch mo may trabaho na pero ikaw, stuck ka pa rin. Masyado ko kasi atang sineryoso yung taking my time... pero ewan ko. I'm still trusting the process. Atleast I'm making progress, I guess? Though goodluck nalang siguro sa akin once I start applying for jobs. I don't know what's to come. Takot ako pero kailangan. Feel ko kakayanin ko naman.
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The thing is, I don't think I'm lazy. Ako yung eldest child sa pamilya and I've been very much committed sa mga resposibilities ko. I'm in-charge of everything sa bahay since ako lang naiiwan at may mga pasok sila sa school at work. I clean, cook, take care of our pets, my siblings pati maging trauma dump ng lahat (jk 1/2) etc. Kung may nagtataka man sa kung anong tingin ng parents ko sa situation ko ngayon, they don't really pressure me naman pero alam ko sa loob-looban eh nagtataka na rin sila. Grumaduate ng may latin honors yung anak pero palamunin pa rin - my relatives probably. They've been talking about me too, and gusto nila na mag-abroad ako as if andali-daling kumuha ng visa. Gusto ko rin naman pero I think, need ko muna talaga ng experience.
Sa isang taon na wala ako trabaho, nagpahinga ako. I tried everything that I wanted to do na kaya ko at afford ko dahil I believe na once I join the workforce, magiging limitado na yung free time ko. Para di rin ako mangalawang sa mga natutunan ko nung college, I accepted design and creative commissions on the side to atleast earn money. My clients are mostly my friends and relatives and they seem satisfied naman with my outputs. Nakakatulong din naman lahat ng yon sa personal growth ko at sa pag build ng portfolio ko which I'm working on lately. Oo, lately lang. It took me this long to have the motivation to work on myself and finally move forward.
Hinding hindi mawawala yung feeling na you're being left behind since kada bukas mo ng social media accs mo, halos lahat ng ka-batch mo may trabaho na pero ikaw, stuck ka pa rin. Masyado ko kasi atang sineryoso yung taking my time... pero ewan ko. I'm still trusting the process. Atleast I'm making progress, I guess? Though goodluck nalang siguro sa akin once I start applying for jobs. I don't know what's to come. Takot ako pero kailangan. Feel ko kakayanin ko naman.
2024.05.19 10:17 Hotpot-creations Short story - Mystery: Emily Is Missing
 | Image by Hotpot.ai submitted by Hotpot-creations to HotpotAI [link] [comments] Emily Is Missing Story and image by Hotpot AI Private investigator Dirk Armstrong had seen all the greatest sleazy hits in his line of work. The cheating spouses, the embezzling employees, the fake Worker's Compensation injuries. It had all become pretty mundane. But when a call from a new client came in, it caught his attention. This case was different, like something out of a movie. This case was about a missing heiress, Emily, who had vanished without a trace. Emily came from an old-money banking family, with a fortune that could make anyone's head spin. And now, she was gone. Her family was desperate to find her, and they turned to Armstrong for help. As Armstrong delved into the case, he quickly realized that this was not a simple missing person's case. There were layers upon layers of lies, deceit, and hidden motives in high society. The family's desperation to find Emily seemed to be more about protecting their fortune than finding their beloved daughter. Armstrong's investigation led him to Emily's closest friends and family members, all of whom seemed to have something to hide. But one person stood out to Armstrong: Emily's brother, Marcus. He was the one who had hired Armstrong, and he seemed to be the most anxious to find his sister. But his anguish also seemed a bit overwrought. Maybe even faked. As Armstrong dug deeper, he discovered that Marcus had a gambling problem and was in deep debt. Could he have something to do with Emily's disappearance? Armstrong couldn't shake off the feeling that Marcus was hiding something, but he needed concrete evidence to prove it. Then, four days after she had gone missing, there was an traceable email communication from someone who stated that they had kidnapped Emily and were holding her hostage. They made a demand for a ransom of one million dollars, and stated that they would be in contact again soon. Not long after this, Armstrong received a call from an overseas insurance company. They were investigating a million-dollar claim for Emily's kidnapping. They explained that six months earlier, the family had taken out a specialty insurance policy on Emily for high net worth individuals. It was a highly unusual policy, paying five million dollars in any case of kidnapping, seven million dollars in cases that are resolved by paying ransom, and 10 million dollars in cases where the insured individual dies in the course of the kidnapping. The insurance company had serious doubts about the legitimacy of the claim, and wanted to send their own investigator to interview Armstrong. They wanted to know if he had found anything suspicious in his investigation. Armstrong couldn't legally reveal the details of his investigation to any third party, but he did tell the insurance company's investigator that something didn't add up. He couldn't put his finger on it, but there were certain things about Emily's kidnapping that didn't ring true. The insurance company's investigator thanked Armstrong for his time and left, but his words lingered in Armstrong's mind. He couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to this case than meets the eye. Weeks went by with no further word from the kidnappers. Everyone feared the worst. Police detectives gently counseled the family that there was little hope any kidnapped victim is still alive this long after the abduction and involving this long a silence. Because they didn't follow up on pursuing the million-dollar ransom, the family expressed fear that the kidnappers had panicked and killed Emily in order to walk away from the whole plan with impunity. But then, early one morning, the seemingly impossible happened—Emily appeared. She looked exhausted, malnourished, and was wearing the same clothes she was wearing when she disappeared. She told a strange story of being abducted by three men in Halloween masks and thrown into a van. She said they had kept her in some warehouse in the inner city, handcuffed to one of the warehouse's metal support poles. She said that she was never allowed to catch as much as a glimpse of the men's real faces the entire time. They did not abuse or physically harm her, she said, but they provided only minimal care during her captivity. Then, at daybreak this day, they suddenly removed her from the warehouse, put her in the same van, and drove her near home and tossed her out of the vehicle. This all sounded very dramatic, but because of the insurance money at stake, no aspect of her story or the situation overall could be accepted at face value. The insurance company's investigator interviewed Emily at length, but could not find flaws in her story to gain leverage with since she had been—or claimed to have been—confined and blindfolded at all times in the kidnappers' presence. Usually, a good insurance investigator can tell whether someone's story stinks by picking apart their story and analyzing all the details. But in this case, that wasn't possible because Emily had not seen anything at all, and only heard a few things, none of which were helpful to police and the investigation. As Armstrong continued his own investigation, he ultimately uncovered a shocking truth: Emily was not really kidnapped. It had been a fraud pulled by her family, who had been experiencing financial pressures despite being pretty rich compared to most people. They had concocted the plan, and Marcus was the mastermind behind it all. He had convinced Emily to go along with the pan to fake her kidnapping, promising her it would solve all of the family's money problems. Armstrong confronted Marcus with the evidence, and he finally cracked. He confessed to everything, including Emily's involvement. The family's greed had blinded them, and now they were facing serious consequences. Emily herself was destined to do several years in prison for her participation, which was critical to the entire scheme. As Armstrong handed over his findings to the authorities, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Justice had been served, and Emily was safe and sound. But the case left a lasting impact on Armstrong. He had seen the dark side of high society, where money and power could corrupt even the closest of families. And he knew that he would never look at his job the same way again. |
2024.05.19 10:15 Davess_World2019 Hagwon Life: How to spot a lazy manager/owner
Re: PODCAST: How to Spot a Lazy Manager
I'm telling ya, other than trying to rip off as many people as possible and get as much work out of them, and do the least amount of effort themselves, I don't know why Hagwonites bother. And I don't know why foreigners care more than the people who own the place and/or will be working there 10 years from now.
It reminds me of George Costanza's frustration with his lazy boss Mr. Kruger. You can see the YouTube clip here. Bust your rear-end for what? So it can backslide back to square 1 as soon as you leave and the new person replaces you? You're not helping the place advance, you are helping it idle in neutral.
See if this sounds like your experience at a Hagwon.
1. One: they blame low performance and turnover on employees.
**--**And every other mistake as well. The students are total brats? That's your fault. You don't teach the lesson absolutely perfectly without training? That's your fault. Kids are bored? That's your fault. A child pokes another child and mom calls about it, again --your fault.
None of these managers actually manage. They give irrelevant or no training. They institute no discipline plan all the staff, students, parents will agree on. They often give not enough material to teach the class, ALL OF THAT falls on the hands of the foreigners. Imagine that, a place that's been open for 5-10 years still hasn't taking point on all these issues, just push them off on the foreigner and go back to gossiping about how terrible the foreigners are.
2: They look for quick fixes to complex retention problems.
--That's more than true. I declined to accept a 2nd contract by being offered slightly more money, about double the vacation time, and move up to head teacher. Why didn't I accept this promotion? Because everything I said the entire year was totally ignored, the pay wasn't enough to put up with their stupidity. The vacation was totally bogus because we had to threaten a mutiny just to get 2 extra days due to break between semesters. Why would I trust them to give me more when they didn't honor the ones in the 1st contract. Search Bar: Mutiny. Also, they harassed the head teacher out of a job, why would I then stick my head in the guillotine after they dragged the body away by the ankles?
3. Physically / Intellectually a bad example for everyone.
I don't know about you, but I don't respect slough-offs and idiots. The person that SHOULD Be working the hardest is the person who owns the place. Did you ever see the video of Elan Musk sleeping on his sofa in his office at the production plant? Yeah, really. The billionaire owner is there to field problems as they come up instead of being called at home and have to drive in at 2am. He suffers more and works harder than anyone there.
Some dumb-butt that owns a hagwon said on here one time,
I don't respect boneheads who should have their educational chops figured out by this point. They should have taken notes and improved themselves as each semester rolls on by. Why are the same problems recurring every semester or every year such as the Halloween or Christmas event, you did the same thing a year ago!
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I'm telling ya, other than trying to rip off as many people as possible and get as much work out of them, and do the least amount of effort themselves, I don't know why Hagwonites bother. And I don't know why foreigners care more than the people who own the place and/or will be working there 10 years from now.
It reminds me of George Costanza's frustration with his lazy boss Mr. Kruger. You can see the YouTube clip here. Bust your rear-end for what? So it can backslide back to square 1 as soon as you leave and the new person replaces you? You're not helping the place advance, you are helping it idle in neutral.
See if this sounds like your experience at a Hagwon.
1. One: they blame low performance and turnover on employees.
**--**And every other mistake as well. The students are total brats? That's your fault. You don't teach the lesson absolutely perfectly without training? That's your fault. Kids are bored? That's your fault. A child pokes another child and mom calls about it, again --your fault.
None of these managers actually manage. They give irrelevant or no training. They institute no discipline plan all the staff, students, parents will agree on. They often give not enough material to teach the class, ALL OF THAT falls on the hands of the foreigners. Imagine that, a place that's been open for 5-10 years still hasn't taking point on all these issues, just push them off on the foreigner and go back to gossiping about how terrible the foreigners are.
- Great minds discuss ideas.
- Average minds discuss events.
- Small minds discuss people.
2: They look for quick fixes to complex retention problems.
--That's more than true. I declined to accept a 2nd contract by being offered slightly more money, about double the vacation time, and move up to head teacher. Why didn't I accept this promotion? Because everything I said the entire year was totally ignored, the pay wasn't enough to put up with their stupidity. The vacation was totally bogus because we had to threaten a mutiny just to get 2 extra days due to break between semesters. Why would I trust them to give me more when they didn't honor the ones in the 1st contract. Search Bar: Mutiny. Also, they harassed the head teacher out of a job, why would I then stick my head in the guillotine after they dragged the body away by the ankles?
But wait there's more!
That's the end of that link, but you and I can identify so many more issues.3. Physically / Intellectually a bad example for everyone.
I don't know about you, but I don't respect slough-offs and idiots. The person that SHOULD Be working the hardest is the person who owns the place. Did you ever see the video of Elan Musk sleeping on his sofa in his office at the production plant? Yeah, really. The billionaire owner is there to field problems as they come up instead of being called at home and have to drive in at 2am. He suffers more and works harder than anyone there.
Some dumb-butt that owns a hagwon said on here one time,
I don't do make employees do anything I wouldn't doYou are supposed to do what your employees do and 10x more than that! You're the owner. This is your livelihood, it will destroy your life if it faulters. You have to pay off employees with severance, pay back loans you probably can't pay off, reduce your living space, sell off assets to survive. You put all your eggs in this basket, it HAS to work, why are you putting the outcome in the hands of people who have no skin in the game?
I don't respect boneheads who should have their educational chops figured out by this point. They should have taken notes and improved themselves as each semester rolls on by. Why are the same problems recurring every semester or every year such as the Halloween or Christmas event, you did the same thing a year ago!
2024.05.19 10:14 WindowsME04 Tech Gijinka Prompt List 2024 is live!
 | https://preview.redd.it/h4ck2q4gdc1d1.png?width=1587&format=png&auto=webp&s=f8e58f475c28dd489f484f23164a806cfd9db113 submitted by WindowsME04 to OStan [link] [comments] Well here it is, the prompt list for 2024! I think I may have anticipated too much when I had planned this but only like 2 of the 9 people that voted at the discord server gave suggestions to what to put on the list (thanks vistairoha and clementinutile from the Discord server) but at least there were some suggestions as to what should go on it. The list is kinda learning more towards retro stuff that is lesser known since most art is of newer characters and most of the ones on the list don't have characters, but next year if people agree I can lean that list towards more modern stuff. The rules are simple: I will allow all sorts of art formats such as music, digital art, literature, handdrawn art, comics and so on but strictly no AI stuff that is machine generated due to the issues with AI stuff in general. I want this to be fun and not just people typing words into a machine. The rules about nsfw, ecchi and CW still apply so if you thing has something sensitive or is ecchi, it must be spoilered and have a CW and no NSFW content. As for Windows 11 being on the list despite this the discord server not really encouraging the use of the well known Ichika design, I put it on there in hopes people would make their own designs or use one of the designs in this pixiv post that has all the other Windows 11 designs from Futaba: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/116625002 And btw even though it is 31 days you don't have to follow the 31 days and simply pick and choose what thing you want to do. I won't really stop you from drawing ichika too, just saying before I get accused of stuff :P (Original list had a typo) |
2024.05.19 10:14 MulberryEast58 I'm afraid of losing my wife
Hey, all. Freshly cracked egg(MTF) who's planning on coming out to my wife soon(ish).
I'm terrified of losing her. I really do love her, and love having her around, but I'm so scared she'll reject me. I know I can go on without her if I have to, but... I really, really don't want to lose her.
Before my egg cracked, she was literally the only person I cared about, and now that I've made the decision to care about myself and my own happiness, I can't stand the thought of her leaving me.
How do I get over this hump? It's really the only obstacle to me coming out >.>
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I'm terrified of losing her. I really do love her, and love having her around, but I'm so scared she'll reject me. I know I can go on without her if I have to, but... I really, really don't want to lose her.
Before my egg cracked, she was literally the only person I cared about, and now that I've made the decision to care about myself and my own happiness, I can't stand the thought of her leaving me.
How do I get over this hump? It's really the only obstacle to me coming out >.>