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He was my best friend. My everything. I imagined a future with him. Marriage. Kids. I wanted him and nobody else. But for the past two years, he stopped putting in an effort for me or our relationship. We would see each other once every two weeks, despite living a 10 minute drive away. He would say that he has no time for me, yet he would wake up early to raid in world of Warcraft, gym at night, then drink with his friends on weekends without inviting me. But, we would text and call throughout the day and send memes. We’d fight over this around once every 1-2 months, and every time he’d apologize and beg for another chance. Only for things to go back to the way they were.
Two weeks ago, when he did the exact same thing, I decided enough was enough and broke up with him. Since then, he was calling and texting me nonstop everyday, begging for another chance and making so many promises, telling me he can’t lose me, he’s sorry, he’ll change, I’m the love of his life, he wants to marry me and have kids, etc… and sending me cute couple/cat reels… he called hundreds of times and texted long paragraphs asking not to throw our relationship away… but I didn’t budge and told him over and over again to stop contacting me. Now he’s saying I’m heartless, he can’t believe me, I betrayed him, and he will never talk to me again. I’m so hurt and I don’t know if I made the right choice anymore because I still love him and I can’t imagine myself with anyone else. Did I do the right thing? :(

A little about me. I'm 27 ♀️ and I'm super quiet and shy. I also have issues with standing up for myself, I just don't have the confidence.
I started a new job as an airplane cleaner three months ago and it's my first one since I joined a temp agency 4 years ago. So far it went well and I had no issues apart from being slower than everyone but that's fine I got quicker.
But then Jo (♀️) was asked by the manager who was making the teams if she wanted me so there was 6 instead of 5 and she was like "😒 I guess so." Her granddaughter also worked there and she asked who they have and she said the usual people and "Extension Bit cos no-one wants her." This made me sad for the rest of the night but I didn't let it show.
She kept telling me to speed up and/or kept telling me to clean the galley and toilets and was never on the seats. She hates me for some reason, I have no idea what it is. She told the manager she doesn't want me in her group.
Then Lynn (♀️) came off holiday and had me in her group and I was nice to her, same as I was nice to Jo, just casually chatting and I said hi at the start of shift and anything I found on the plane I gave to her if I didn't want it. I thought we were alright like neutral but then came yesterday when the manager was making the teams he put me with Lynn and she said in front of the whole staff room of about 10 people that she's not working with me because "I don't work" as I "don't take stuff (cleaning supplies, vacuum etc) out the van. If you put me with her I'm going home." This was like 4 hours into her 12hour shift (she starts at 6, I start at 8) so she'd really only get paid 3 hours just to not be with me.
The whole room went quiet and I felt everyone and the manager looking at me. I clammed up and didn't say anything but was like "what's her problem? It's not even cos I'm slow, it's cos of that?" I actually do take stuff out but if there's too many people around the van or there's nothing to take up then I don't bring anything but I bring rubbish down and the supplies back down.
I was also thinking "Great someone else hates me now." For like a stupid reason. She then said my friend Charlene said the same thing don't make me be the bad guy and she said she's staying out of it. When I asked her later she said she said it when I first started but then I started bringing stuff up and being faster. She's never said it recently.
Then today, I was heading to the toilet and it was the same time as Jo's husband Kevin left. As I was coming out the toilet he asked me if I was alright as I looked upset yesterday and I said yea then explained what happened yesterday. We were walking back to the staff room together then Jo and Lynn were coming down the corridor too and Jo took Kevin aside and asked what we were talking about.
I say in the staff room with Charlene and Lynn came in saying "don't you just hate when people talk behind your back? If you got something to say, say it to my face." and I was like thinking "you can talk, you were doing the same thing yesterday." and also that I ever said anything bad about her to Kevin I just said what happened, I didn't call her names or anything. And it's not "talking behind your back" when the whole fking staff room heard it.
But now the manager has left as it was his last day today and I'm worried about what the new managers gonna be like and if he'll let me be with either Charlene or Paul and Cheryl as they don't hate me (yet). I'm worried he's gonna put me with either Jo and/or Lynn and he won't give them a choice and since they already hate me they'll probably treat me like crap and expect me to my part of the plane in like 20 seconds or something.
It's honestly making me feel like asking the base manager if I can be moved to the other night shift or just quit and go back to the temp agency where I worked alone but was struggling to make enough money to pay bills and stuff. 😓

basically been seeing my ex again for the last couple of months, we decided to take things slow which we have done, and try again.
im ready to make it official again it’s been going so well and feels like we’ve never been apart. it feels like we’re little kids enjoying life and loving life together. we see eachother every week and always go out and do something, we both stay at each others houses and have sex very often and even say i love you again!
but i don’t know if hes ready, so how could i bring this conversation up and what should i say?

We’ve been in a long distance relationship for 1 1/2 years and I’m visiting her right now. I only got involved with her because I saw her to be very spiritually conscious, kind, independent, and someone who I thought I could heal as well as could heal me. Things have shifted. After spending time with her (this is now my 2nd trip) she has explicitly revealed to me that she strives to be an “ass faced” serious and negative person as her default. I’ve also made another AIO post in the past about how she does tik tok lives for money (lives in a less fortunate country) and how she has placed money as the most important factor in why she does it - in addition to her originally claiming she was off social media for good when we met and her having guys in her DMs that she claims to be either gay guys or strictly friends when I express my stress and concern, because I had caught her in the past using an app called meete with convos with guys for “money”. (She also threatened the relationship over me accidentally liking 2 photos of girls I knew who I had no sexual history with.) However what I need counsel on is if I should put up with her reactions to small things despite her saying I’m her “one and only” and other love bombing things. Most recent example is us playing chess together on my phone (she said she wants to learn despite her not being experienced) and got mad when I do things like take out her queen. She called me a piece of shit and gets mad, not holding grudges, but more often than not I need to say things like I don’t want to fight and then things get mended. I also, all the time, need to ask her to not get mad when we play games like this. This wasn’t the first example of that. She will also be very easily influenced by an angering situation and will start slamming doors, be more susceptible to yelling at her dog, and doom scroll on tik tok for hours. I’ve frequently had to focus on making her feel better when my healing journey isn’t even done myself and I feel like I’m neglecting myself. When I got into this relationship I felt like I wouldn’t have to. She has recently tried for the first time to console me after I started feeling too stressed, but the energy made it feel like it was a chore to her. One time she made 130$ off a tik tok live but I discovered an underwear picture of her on her profile that i had no idea about. When I asked her about it she dismissed it as a trend and only deleted it when confronted. She then had an anxiety attack because I didn’t acknowledge the money she made and I had to comfort her the rest of the night while being on the verge of one myself, because I knew her past history of having sought attention from other guys. However she love bombs me and makes it feel stressful to leave. Last time I visited she made the last week extra special for me before I left to keep up the image of her I fell in love with, and she will do the same again as I leave soon.
I just don’t want to be tied down with someone who doesn’t strive for happiness all the time, which is how I want to live my life. And I want a relationship where we do our best all the time and never be negative unless we really have to. I have started feeling so much stress because for a long time, it was her having negative reactions to small things and me bending over backwards to be as accommodating and loving as possible, with little changing over a long period of time. When she consoled me when I was stressed, it started with a sigh and then her holding me. That didn’t feel genuine. So despite her love bombing me and calling me her love of her life despite the negativity I absorb from her, should I feel empowered to walk away? I really want to and explore other amazing qualities I can consistently find in other women, especially not romanticizing negativity and chasing euphoria together, especially not the social media version of it, but something that will make both of us fall in love with life itself.

I'm not a big fan of most of his boons.
Waiting on a timer for "big damage" for special/attack, doesn't feel very good/provide interesting gameplay
His attack/special, feel like there limited to some weapons/aspects, as they don't really improve any/faster aspects feel very weak with them, as they aren't rewarded
His dash/sprint feels wonky to activate. It's very easy to get down, but it just doesn't feel very fluid? To say the least
Everything else about him is great from design to synergy etc
It's just his main attacking boons that just feel very odd/clunky to use, almost like they wanted to make an alternative to doom/the new blitz status, but went in the worst possible way gameplay wise.
Easiest solution tbh would to make it a linear scale instead of a timer - e.g if you use it half charged, you get half the damage etc. would make it feel nicer to use atleast, more impactful rather then a waiting game.

I don't think my appearance would play a role to benefit this question but for the sake of clearing the BS i want to point out that I'm a good looking guy white well built, in general I'm average, but I've been asking my surroundings .why females rather live alone than sticking to somebody that will make them happy? I know every human being adore being loved,be cared for,not being lonely,fulfill his sexual and emotional desires i mean all that is a human must thing to do,our brains rewards us whenever we take a step to accomplish this desire and this is the problem I know as a man I sometimes force my self to avoid this desire let's say to accomplish life's tasks and I find my self so miserable lonely filled with emotional drought/horniness just for a short period of time and I know I don't always get the chance to fulfill my self and that road to do once again is kinda hard, takes time and energy bunch of lying and flirting to make it happened not just sexually but even emotionally and not just me , so if I am a female I get flirted with, wanted, as much as I allow. Why I don't allow anything knowing I don't have any ethical or religious boundaries (knowing The rate of spinsterhood in the world) +I know some males sucks and they don't much fit what females sometimes "fancy asking for it" but what about the rest

Background:

• M25
• Been having symptoms for about 6 years, diagnosed about 5 ago
• With doctors advice I used to take 4 Zyrtec a day and now I take 2 at night and that’s it
• I drink some but like maybe once a week I have 5-8 drinks and 2 more times 1-3, often less.
• I smoke weed decently frequently but that actually usually helps I think due to being antiinflamatory. It happens a decent bit regularly but seems more frequent when I havnt smoked in a while
• I vape, but I’m working on quitting been weaning myself off and I’m in my second to last 1% device
• I’m allergic to a pesticide or something where some fruits and veggies like honey dew, cantaloupe, raspberries, carrots, and a good couple other fruits and veggies make my tongue feel itchy and tingly for like 5 minutes. This ONLY happens when they are raw but no other allergies that I have found and I’ve kept a detailed food journal and went a week and a half without eating any fruits or veggies to test it and I still had flair ups of hives and swelling
• Overall I’m pretty healthy. Work out regularly and monitor my diet because my physique is important to me. I have a dog and walk 10k steps most days. Never really had any significant health issues aside from this

History with this:
I was originally diagnosed with chronic idiopathic urticaria and angiodema, but idiopathic means they don’t know what causes it and now they replaced that word with spontaneous because they think it’s related to an auto immune disorder. Basically what this means is that I randomly get swelling in my face, specifically my eyes and lips and randomly get hives. I often get them where things rub on me like my waistband or my wrist when I’m wearing bracelets or the end of my sleeves. There are triggers like if my sheets are dirty. I sweat a lot in my sleep but literally wash my sheets twice a week more than anyone I know. Stress can make it worse. One weird thing that I have a theory makes it worse is when my vape is burnt the swelling happens more often (one of the MANY reasons I’m quitting). They say it’s not hereditary but my aunt is one of two people I have met in my entire life that has this. Obviously there could be more that just didn’t tell me but most people I’m close with know about it
I get hives pretty often. It used to be damn near constant but now with medicine it’s a couple days a week I’ll get minor ones that go away quickly and maybe every two weeks a bad one. The swelling happens probably 1-2 times a month
What I want to know:

1. What type of doctor would be an absolute expert in this? It took me like 5 doctors to originally get diagnosed. An allergist was the one that figured it out but I also tried a dermatologist, 2 other allergists, and my physician. Is allergist the best or is there someone more specialized?
   
2. Can anyone explain better what causes it? Now that it’s not idiopathic I assume they understand it better but I can only really find either very simple 1 sentence answers or very complex medical answers that I’m struggling to understand
   
3. Does anyone have any experience with this and important insights you’ve found?
   
4. Are there any new treatments availible? Anything I can do? Zyrtec is the best otc antihistamine for me but it still only kinda works
   

Thank you so much for anyone that can help. This is such a major disruption in my life that is constantly happening. I really struggle to leave my house or be productive when the swelling happens but a lot of that is mental. Shits so embarrassing and noticeable

“These types of people always blame their mother, you know.”
Whenever I hear that incantation, the eerily exact combination of words, I always notice the inevitable short pause just after the final syllable.
When it is spoken by someone who isn’t an actual mother, a forty-year-old man perhaps, there’s a truculent tone to it because the person knows they’re not prima facie on trial. If you have ever read Notes from the Underground, you know what I mean; the narrator attempting to trick an omniscient and omnipresent audience. What they really mean is: “of course MY mother hasn’t given me any mental issues because what would that say about ME, hm?” Their subconscious is involuntarily pushing their response in a direction they might not decide to go in if they had a chance to think logically. Or, more, if we were capable of thinking logically.
You know when you have found where the infection is because the patient yelps when you press it. How often have you accidentally stumbled upon the rot in someone’s soul? How often have you said something innocuous to someone over thirty-five that was met with a strange sort of aggression? As though suddenly possessed to say something by an evil genie, the minotaur of Nietzsche’s Beyond Good & Evil. Something that, even if you are not trained to notice minor attitudinal changes, you still pick up on as out-of-place?
It is different when a mother says it, of course. There is a tenderness present because they know they are, prima facie, on trial. It is even more different when it is your own mother saying it, and it is exceptionally more different when it’s your own mother saying it during a discussion about her mother who is dying in the room opposite.
My Grandmother had suffered a mainline shift, which is when part of someone’s brain is pushed up against the side of their skull. Some thing made to move unnaturally and unaccordingly with their natural pattern. Matter incorrectly constituted.
Myself, my mother, and my cousin were, at the time, sat around in the Long Hours. We had a spate of deaths over the course of four years, so “in the Long Hours” became a family saying, along with “resting the eyeballs” (sleeping). The Long Hours were when you would sit in a hospital for hours on end waiting for someone to die. My family, still having some sway in local healthcare, were allowed to stay past visiting hours, and given preferential treatment when beds were being allocated.
My cousin, called P., and I were in a deep discussion on Eminem’s relationship with Eminem’s mother, which was the topic of conversation on the radio; nothing but the freshest of topics for this regional DJ. We were talking about whether Eminem should forgive his mother after all this time, since forgiving your mother is the done thing where we were from. So, me, my cousin, and my mother were in the Long Hours not thinking about the antiseptic smell, not thinking about our grandmother, my mother’s mother, who was still dying in the other room, and instead thinking about how much money you need before forgiving your mother is what’s expected of you. Because when you’ve “made it” you have nothing else to prove, which means you should be able to put aside old offences. This was the mental arithmetic we were trying to solve as we talked. If we take X to be childhood trauma and Y to be a million in cold hard cash, how many Y until X becomes 0? Or maybe that’s no longer complex mental arithmetic and is becoming basic trauma algebra.
Apropos of nothing, mum blurted out “well ~I~ think after a certain age you shouldn’t blame your parents for things anymore, why do these people always blame their mothers?”
Which stopped the conversation pretty quickly.
At the time I felt attacked, because at the time I thought most things were about me. I was narcissistic in the wonderful new modern way, where instead of thinking everybody believes me to be amazing, I pathologized everyone watching and commenting on every minor mistake I had. Was my theory that the reason I had a secret social anxiety, that my mother had somehow downloaded her own anxieties onto me, revealed to the omnipresent audience? Did I wear it on my face? Was it obvious to the world?
At the time I hadn’t realised everything that was wrong with my mother, something that would later metastasize into a full-blown depression, or that what she was actually talking about was her own issues with her own parents. (See? What you were thinking before was right; everyone just needs to realise nobody is ever actually thinking of anyone but themselves.)
My grandparents always favoured her sister, P.’s mother, and my mother always resented them for that. This was the involuntary movement from my mother.
Whenever these types of shibboleths pop up – “they/these people always blame their mother” – it always feels like a borrowed phrase. Like the subject is struggling through a sub-language in a primordial plane, grasping at passing notions, anything that seems familiar. What my mother said was “why do these people always blame their mothers”, but what she meant was “please be aware that I have no hangups about my own upbringing because I’m well adjusted”, which really means “I’m terrified I’m not well adjusted because my parents didn’t love me” whose real genesis is “I’m terrified I did something to not deserve my parents love”, which has the half-caveat “and I half-believe it’s true”.
I still find it hard to forgive my mother.
But I heard the spell incanted this last week by a distant relative I have been staying with in New England. Her son had been, involuntarily, admitted to a psychiatric hospital. She was holding court about how awful the other people-who-were-there (‘patients’ being forbidden a noun) were, after a rather-too-loud argument about how she encourages co-dependency with her son. She said, “they always seem to blame their mother, these types.” Same pause at the end. Did you spot the shift? These types in this context are her son and their mother was her this time. The plea is that her son is not one of these types, thus absolving her from blame for her son’s condition.
It is a lot easier to be kinder, to see the whole beauty of the love of a mother afraid she has failed, when it’s not your mother. When it isn’t You she has maybe failed. I’m certainly not immune from these little language tricks we play on ourselves. Notice how I cushioned that last sentence with a “maybe”? I also originally typed, then corrected, that my grandmother was ON the hospital room, which was my own subconscious trying to will hospitals into being a liminal space. You ride a hospital bed the same way you ride a bus, because they’re both somewhere you go on the way to something. Because good God, imagine if this was it and you spent your entire time worrying what your mother thought of you?

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https://thelastpsychiatrist.com/2006/12/if_this_is_one_of_the_sexiest.html
At the end, TLP writes:
"There is no right and wrong-- only right and wrong for them. He's an exaggerated example: if they have to kill someone to get what they want, then so be it. But when they murder, they don't actually think what they're doing is wrong--they're saying, "I know it's illegal, but if you understood the whole situation, you'd understand..."
From what I have seen in life (at 44), this is legitimately the case. Usually if you understood the whole situation, there is at least a clear framework in which what each person does (1) makes sense and (2) many people would have also done the same thing. In some cases, "most people would have done the same thing."
Put another way, take any given person, inject me with their prior experiences, set of knowledge and understanding, IQ level, mental chemical states, literal body, social resources, etc. Remove all my experiences and knowledge and high IQ and resources. Well, is there ever any sane reason to believe I would be completely different to them or make way better decisions than them? In the stochastic details of complex distributions and joint probabilities I wouldn't expect to be exactly the same, but -- close, right?
Given all that, is the murderous narc in TLP's story above really inaccurate in what they think?

A little about me. I'm 27 ♀️ and I'm super quiet and shy. I also have issues with standing up for myself, I just don't have the confidence.
I started a new job as an airplane cleaner three months ago and it's my first one since I joined a temp agency 4 years ago. So far it went well and I had no issues apart from being slower than everyone but that's fine I got quicker.
But then Jo (♀️) was asked by the manager who was making the teams if she wanted me so there was 6 instead of 5 and she was like "😒 I guess so." Her granddaughter also worked there and she asked who they have and she said the usual people and "Extension Bit cos no-one wants her." This made me sad for the rest of the night but I didn't let it show.
She kept telling me to speed up and/or kept telling me to clean the galley and toilets and was never on the seats. She hates me for some reason, I have no idea what it is. She told the manager she doesn't want me in her group.
Then Lynn (♀️) came off holiday and had me in her group and I was nice to her, same as I was nice to Jo, just casually chatting and I said hi at the start of shift and anything I found on the plane I gave to her if I didn't want it. I thought we were alright like neutral but then came yesterday when the manager was making the teams he put me with Lynn and she said in front of the whole staff room of about 10 people that she's not working with me because "I don't work" as I "don't take stuff (cleaning supplies, vacuum etc) out the van. If you put me with her I'm going home." This was like 4 hours into her 12hour shift (she starts at 6, I start at 8) so she'd really only get paid 3 hours just to not be with me.
The whole room went quiet and I felt everyone and the manager looking at me. I clammed up and didn't say anything but was like "what's her problem? It's not even cos I'm slow, it's cos of that?" I actually do take stuff out but if there's too many people around the van or there's nothing to take up then I don't bring anything but I bring rubbish down and the supplies back down.
I was also thinking "Great someone else hates me now." For like a stupid reason. She then said my friend Charlene said the same thing don't make me be the bad guy and she said she's staying out of it. When I asked her later she said she said it when I first started but then I started bringing stuff up and being faster. She's never said it recently.
Then today, I was heading to the toilet and it was the same time as Jo's husband Kevin left. As I was coming out the toilet he asked me if I was alright as I looked upset yesterday and I said yea then explained what happened yesterday. We were walking back to the staff room together then Jo and Lynn were coming down the corridor too and Jo took Kevin aside and asked what we were talking about.
I say in the staff room with Charlene and Lynn came in saying "don't you just hate when people talk behind your back? If you got something to say, say it to my face." and I was like thinking "you can talk, you were doing the same thing yesterday." and also that I ever said anything bad about her to Kevin I just said what happened, I didn't call her names or anything. And it's not "talking behind your back" when the whole fking staff room heard it.
But now the manager has left as it was his last day today and I'm worried about what the new managers gonna be like and if he'll let me be with either Charlene or Paul and Cheryl as they don't hate me (yet). I'm worried he's gonna put me with either Jo and/or Lynn and he won't give them a choice and since they already hate me they'll probably treat me like crap and expect me to my part of the plane in like 20 seconds or something.
It's honestly making me feel like asking the base manager if I can be moved to the other night shift or just quit and go back to the temp agency where I worked alone but was struggling to make enough money to pay bills and stuff. 😓

Although I wish it didn’t come to this, I’m here to ask for advice or thoughts about the situation since people in my personal life can’t provide anything that’s actually useful.
I started uni in September 2023 and began being friends with 3 girls. We used to hang out every single day after class + on weekends if we wanted to. We texted each other a lot and we always seemed to have something to talk about. This friendship made me really happy because we uplifted each other a lot.
But suddenly something happened. In April, I and one of the girls noticed that the other two seemed more distant. It all culminated when we had a misunderstanding (nothing too noteworthy so I won’t explain what it was in detail)and decided to talk to the 2 girls about what had happened. They did confirm that the situation that had occurred was just a misunderstanding, but they were in fact a little upset at me and the other girl, because we didn’t have good communication during a group project we submitted a couple days prior. When I asked if there was anything else that I did that offended them they both said that I had done nothing wrong. We (seemingly) talked it out, hugged it out and began speaking more often.
That lasted a week. Now we are back to the 2 girls talking to each other and not wanting to interact with me or the other girl (won’t reply to texts, will not engage in conversation etc). Except for 2 instances (both were pretty awkward), we have not went anywhere after lectures, saying they are not in the mood. However, they insist on taking me to the bus stop after uni every day (even after i offer them that I can go on my own) and always choose to stand/sit close to me and the other girl (they still don’t really talk to us though).
This has been very confusing and I can’t tell if it’s just exam season stress or something else. The other girl (our relationship is fine) thinks we just need to wait things out in case we have made wrongful assumptions. Would love to hear some suggestions on how to navigate the situation. Thank you for reading :)

My bf (25m) and I (25f) have been together for 5 years now. He is pretty open minded about most things like sex and atheism but is very restrictive with food. We are both vegetarians and he is absolutely against meat and alcohol consumption, which I totally get. I never force him to even consume egg in any form even though I don’t mind it sometimes for myself. But he also reacts very strongly to foods like eggplant and mushroom and coffee, some quirky flavours, mango in certain forms, for no reason, saying it disgusts him. I’d even understand if he tries and doesn’t like the taste but that’s not the case. He says they are just his preferences and don’t have any reason behind them. I’m very spontaneous and love trying new things, as long as they’re safe and I feel very annoyed by his reactions to my suggestions sometimes, like it’s not poison, we’re not hurting anyone, it’s not morally wrong to consume coffee or brinjal, can we stop overreacting? What’s worse is that he has fomo when I have new experiences with other people and wants me to enjoy things with him, which is the same for me, but I don’t want to have full blown fights everytime I suggest something new and I’m also not into giving up these things. He says he will try to be more open with time but he also says he is doing it against his will and because I force him which makes me feel really bad. I feel like I’m not asking for too much or asking him to go against his meaningful moral values. Help please!

So, in the dream she and I were chatting over video call. Then all of a sudden, she is lying on the bed right beside me and she has disappeared from the video call screen. I ask her how did she even get here, and she tells me about some futuristic concept.
The next thing I know we start to mess around, to a point where both of us are wrestling with each other. Pushing, holding, slamming each other on the bed. It had to be the most ridiculous dream I had in a while but it got me thinking, while in the dream there were no sexual feelings involved. I would say we started wrestling just for the hell of it. It wasnt even friendly, or competitive. So strange.
In real life, I have never met the friend's boyfriend, we have never even spoken to each other, we just know each other through our friend. And Wrestling is a big turn on for me. I just like being physical with each other. My interest in wrestling and related stuff has always been sexual, so when I woke up and thought of the dream and the friend. I kept wondering if I was developing any sexual feelings for her. Could not think of anything better.

So recently got cornrows (thanks mom!) for an event where I wore a wig. They’re not at all tight but firm enough that they’re in good. I was going to get a silk press but when I went to a new hairstylist she said I had a ton of breakage in my hair, and that it would not be realistic to try and get a silk press done. I wasn’t surprised, but deeply saddened because the past hairstylist who did my hair before had a habit of cutting it and even accidentally cut off a lot of the hair in the front of my head even though I had warned her against it when taking down my braids.
Needless to say, I’m making a conscious decision to be careful with who I let touch my haitake it down. I want to try and have the next six months focused on growing my hair out then trimming it. I don’t want to do braids because whenever I’ve done them things like this have happened, so I’m wondering if cornrows and twists with no extensions are decent protective styles or if braids are my only option to grow my hair now?

As the title says, I’m a fat guy. I’m 26 y/o (idk if that matters), 6’2, and 240 pounds with pretty constant back and neck pain. I played a lot of pickup in college but it’s been a few years since then and would like to get back into it for weight loss. Mostly played as a point forward but probably more of a regular forward or big now. I’ve read a lot of reviews (FootDoctorZach, HoopsGeek, WearTesters, etc.) and can’t land on any particular shoes. Nitros, Trae 3s, Luka 2s, Immortality 3s, and AG4s (if I can find them under $100) all interest me but I’ve heard good things about Zions and am open to any suggestions. Also not sure what size to get for each brand so I’d really appreciate any info/experience you guys have. I have a size 13 pair of asics gel lyte 3s and asics running shoes that fit great. Any recommendations?

Are there seriously no job opportunities for recent graduates? It's been months now since I finished school, I've applied to hundreds of places visited dozens of offices with my resume but I keep getting turned down.
Most of these places keep saying that they need people with at least 2 years of experience if not more, the question is where are we supposed to get the experience if no one os willing to give us the opportunity to grow it? I say "we" cause there literally thousands of graduates out there who are in a similar position as me.
I'm scared cause I can't see a future where things get better. I'm worried that I spent years in school working my ass off day and night all for nothing. I keep psyching myself up that things will get better but deep down I can't see how they will.
Honestly I don't know what to do, I know that Most off you here have been through plenty of hardship searching the job market in your countries, it would help if you could share some of your stories here, anonymity is always guaranteed of course.

Guy I'm seeing pulled me up on my bushy eyebrows and body hair in a very indirect way. I have a small treasure trail which I think is cute. The hairs are blondish so I don't go to the hassle of waxing or whatever. He didn't directly say it to me, he just brought up that isn't it weird how the beauty ideal has molded us to view women a certain way and that if they're not like that then it's kinda ick e.g. if there's a woman with hairy legs etc even though innately we should feel attracted to them because they're a woman you don't. I'm totally paraphrasing and can't remember the exact phrase he used but I asked him directly do you think my legs are hairy and he said no. I do shave my lower legs but not my upper ones which aren't hairy imo. Now I'm like fuck, guess I better get the tweezers out and laser my entire body. I guess it's good in a way. He wants me to look my best? I'm not shaving my bush though just bottom part. I told him I have a lot of testosterone soooo... and he laughed.
I'm also completely neurotic and I went for a nap after getting home from his place today and then tried calling him and he didn't answer straight away. Immediately my mind jumped to the worst and I thought he was with another girl when he was actually just out on his bike. I blocked him on whatsapp and sent him a bunch of 🐷🐷🐷 emojis. He called me and was like wtf and I'm pretty sure he now thinks I'm crazy which I am. I told him I'm sorry for being so neurotic.
His dog died recently which was honestly heartbreaking as I considered them a package deal and my favourite activity was going for walks with him and his dog. I interpreted this as a punishment from God for having premarital sex and that maybe I shouldn't be with him.
I also don't feel comfortable pooping in his house yet even though I have multiple times.
I called him twice by accident on Whatsapp when I was reading over his messages like a sap. This was in the really early days and one of the times was at 7.30 in the morning when I was half asleep. Embarrassing. We were able to laugh about it but still.. literally the complete opposite from aloof and cool. "Someone misses me" is what he said.
He smokes so I started vaping again. This is definitely bad.
I guess I'm an rs gf. I feel like I like him so much I'm going crazy. I don't even have any reasons to have trust issues. It's always been me that's sabotaged my past relationships. I'm going away for work in June so at least my mind will be on other things then. Is there any way I can let go and stop being so uptight and neurotic yet still tick all the boxes as the ideal wife? I believe it is his fault for love bombing me telling me I'm going to father his kids, move in with him and that we're going on a motorbike road trip for our honeymoon.
I genuinely should have been born a man. I tried therapy before but ghosted my therapist to join crossfit. I'm also 30 so this is all just so embarrassing. I guess the post could be titled being a modern woman is hard. I don't really have any girlfriends in my corner to slap some sense into me. Someone tell me to chill tf out or what I should do.