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It feels like I was at a similar emotional happiness level as everyone else because I just naturally floated at around a 7.5 or 8/10.
I got broken up with five months ago and the breakup has definitely lowered my baseline happiness, but even with that, I’m now kind of feeling like up until this point, I was happy without any effort. Now, it feels like the only way I can stay at my old happiness level is with effort.
It feels like I only now realized that everyone else keeps their head above water because they tread like crazy (aka put in effort for a positive mindset/coping/etc) whereas for me, until that point I was just kind of naturally buoyant. And now I’m faced with the realization that the rest of my life, I will need to “tread water” aka put in effort (intentionally focusing on positives, coping, etc), to be as happy as I once was, and that just seems exhausting 🥺
Is that true?

I'M SORRY, I'M DRUNK. To be fair, I'm still sober enough to know that I am definitely writing this and that my brain is still functional enough. But oh my god, guys, I'm sorry, I'm not kidding when I say I DESPERATELY NEEDED SOMEONE TO UNDERSTAND MY EMOTIONS, I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE FOR THIS AND NO ONE ELSE IN MY LIFE RIGHT NOW HAS FINISHED IT TO MY KNOWLEDGE.
BUT MY GOD. I don't. What. Oh my god. Did anyone bawl and literally sob-cry at the second last episode? I don't know what to say, yet I have to let out some of my emotions or I'm gonna collapse like a supernova on the verge of becoming a blackhole I swear to God.
I started watching this randomly nearly 6-7 years ago. Things were so different back then. I ran out of steam and just never ended up finishing it when the last season came out. Yeah, it was a unique anime (imo, anyway, the premise itself is so fascinating, especially what the story grew into), but hey, there are a lot of unique shows I guess. But in general, as it tends to happen, life gets in the way and we all got shit to do.
Recently I thought, shit, why the fuck not finish this shit. I was supposed to watch it with a buddy, we finished the first season (again), but she got busy, I got busy, life happens.
Even more recently I thought, shit, fuck it, I'm gonna finish this goddamn thing. My friend was okay with it, we live drastically different lives and it's hard to get things in order for both of us to watch simultaneously, but she wouldn't mind and I'm fairly certain I did ask her if she's chill with me finishing it.
So again, I decided to finish it. I don't even know what to say. I don't binge, or at least I try not to binge as a result of preserving the emotions you may want to feel when going through any series. I had a relatively bad night last night, I had about 6 episodes left and half a bottle of whiskey (which is not empty because I'm not insane) and I decided to just finish it.
MY GOD. THE LAST BATTLE?!?!?!?! KAYANO'S POSSIBLE DEATH [hey hey, calm down put ur panties back on, I know there's the whole miracle of bringing her back, but I didn't know it would happen, and why the hell ruin the experience by being a smartass and going "oh hurr durr they're gonna bring her back" I decided I genuinely didn't know] THEM HOLDING KORO-SENSEI DOWN, HIM STILL EDUCATING AND THE FINAL ROLE CALL. Oh my god. I cried the whole fucking time, I'm not ashamed to admit it. THE WHOLE TIME, GUYS, I CRIED THE WHOLE TIME, I DON'T CARE. I cried. My god, that hurt. I don't. Fuck man, especially after the reveal of his backstory? and Kayano's backstory? and how far everyone got? The whole concept of E class being the underdog? The backstory of Principal Asano? The change in the entire school's behaviour with respect to E class? Everyone's hopes and dreams? I'm sorry, but Episode 24 almost destroyed me. Oh my god, Nagisa's ugly crying once the blow was dealt? The entire class, EVEN KARMA AND ITONA CRYING?!?!?!? I'm sorry I know this is probably a little extra, but I swear I'm aware of all these emotions and I'm feeling them all. It's so beautiful. This anime is so fucking beautiful. All the lessons. All the funny moments. All the solemn moments. All the moments of bonding. Those plot twists. The unique set up. The growth EVERYONE went through. No, I have 0 shame in admitting that a 25 year old man was just sitting here, drunk, crying and crying and crying. If I didn't have roommates, I would have cried just as hard as the entire E class. I would have shamelessly bawled like a fucking baby. No, I have 0 shame in admitting that.
I am a firm believer in learning of emotional intelligence through stories. I spent 20 years not being able to learn this from my family (a result of abuse and neglect, kudos to being a south asian I suppose), so the way I learned all this were through stories.
This takes the fucking cake. As soon as ep 24 was over, I immediately told my younger brother to watch it. I can't explain how much this anime means to me right now. My god. It's fucking beautiful. It's so fucking beautiful. It's almost perfect. I'm sorry, I dont. Fcuk. Holy shit.
IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED THIS GODDAMN THING, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WAITING FOR YOU STUPID FUCK?????? GO WATCH IT, YOU GONNA WATCH DUMBASS SHIT ANYWAY, WATCH SOMETHING THAT YOU CAN LEARN FROM. AND DON'T BE A FUCKING DOLT AND BINGE IT LIKE SOME NORMIE ASSHOLE I'm sorry please don't take any offense my drunken self may be dealing out to you. For real. This anime is amazing. It's not perfect, obviously, but it doesn't matter. It's so good. It will teach you so many things.
Rest in Power, Koro-sensei. You don't even really exist, but thank you sir, for everything, for all your wisdom, for all your sorrows, for all your pain, for all your mistakes, for all the things you wish you had done differently. When I watch your story again, and I know I will, I will try to remember every single goddamn lesson you taught us. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much.

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THE FLASH

In Top of the Heap
Issue Twenty-Six: Spinning in Circles
Written by AdamantAce
Edited by Deadislandman1
 
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Wally West woke to the first light of dawn seeping into his room at Iris's house, his bleary eyes slowly adjusting to the morning light. His room was a testament to the duality of his life: one of an ordinary teenager and the other of Kid Flash, the city's young speedster. A collection of running shoes, sole worn and treads erased, lay scattered in one corner - the Speed Force may have protected him while running, but he had nonetheless developed a nasty habit of being heavy-footed in his civilian life. His desk was buried beneath a chaotic pile of textbooks and notebooks, holding unfinished homework assignments that he could complete in the blink of an eye but always managed to put off.
Wally was never one for routine, finding comfort in the spontaneous and unpredictable. He thrived in the clutter, a trait that had only been amplified since he'd taken up the mantle of Kid Flash. His mornings were never the same, each one different from the last. Today was no different.
His morning haze was ended by a sudden knock at the front door, one he swore he recognised. Wally quickly pulled on a baseball tee and some cargo pants and rushed down the stairs. His aunt Iris had likely already begun her day, leaving Wally to face the unannounced guests himself. As he swung the door open, a blend of strained smiles and apprehension greeted him—the faces of Mary and Rudy West, his parents. Wally felt a surge of mixed emotions. They had allowed him to leave their family home in Blue Valley, Nebraska and move to Central City at the Flash’s insistence that he be closer to the experts who would put right the seizures brought on by his unstable connection to the Speed Force, and not having seen them for quite some time he supposed he should have been happy to be greeted by them now. The truth was that - though he had never told anyone this - his destructive powers were the perfect excuse to leave an already fraught home environment.
Wally braced himself for the obligatory exchange of pleasantries. "Morning," he mumbled, his voice bereft of warmth.
"Wally, it’s so good to see you!" Mary's voice wavered between forced cheerfulness and anxiety. "We thought we'd come by to see how you're doing."
"Shouldn't you be getting ready for school, son?" Rudy asked, his gaze lingering on Wally's dishevelled appearance.
Wally bit back a sharp retort, grinding his teeth in frustration. Their attempt at casual conversation felt like a charade to him, a superficial overlay on a deep-seated problem. "Yeah, I should," he said tersely, the bitterness in his voice seeping through.
Feeling suffocated by their presence, Wally seized the opportunity to escape. "I'm late for school," he declared abruptly, sidestepping his parents and heading towards the door.
"But we just got here," Rudy protested, his brows furrowed in confusion. “We came all this way.”
"I really can't be late again," Wally called out, his voice fading as he harnessed his super-speed, his figure blurring into a streak of vibrant colours. The door slammed shut behind him, leaving his parents in the wake of his rapid departure.
 
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Wally West found himself ensnared in his own turbulent thoughts rather than his English teacher’s recanting of the complexities of Fahrenheit 451. His heart was wreathed in grief over Max's death, a persistent ache that was compounded by the alienation he felt since moving from Nebraska to Central City. His social life was a drab canvas filled with faceless classmates, void of any meaningful friendships.
His sole source of belonging lay outside the school walls, within the bright streaks of yellow and red of his Kid Flash costume. As the trusted ally of the Scarlet Speedster, Wally felt an unshakeable sense of purpose and identity. But now even his life as Kid Flash was mired in uncertainty.
Wally had always idolised the Flash, back before he knew that multiple people had captured his imagination. Now Max was dead, and Barry was changed by it and other recent tragedies. There was a strained tension in his voice, a distracted focus in his eyes that Wally couldn't ignore. He'd seen him grief-stricken over Daniel’s death, and over losing Patty, but this was different.
Then there was Wally’s destabilising connection to the Speed Force. What initially seemed like an exhilarating unpredictability had turned into a haunting uncertainty. Any time he would use his powers, it was up to chance whether today he would be running a bit faster than before, or if his entire body would be paralysed and wrought by the lightning built up inside of him. It was a heavy burden for a teenager - even one in his senior year. Yet, he understood that he was of no use to Central City or his mentor if he couldn't rely on his speed.
The shrill ring of the bell signalling the end of the fifth period mercifully severed Wally's chain of thoughts. The day was too bright, the hallway noises too loud, everything a grating reminder of how much he'd rather be anywhere else but school. When his cell phone buzzed in his backpack, Wally made a beeline to the restroom to check his messages, discovering an alert from the Flash.
‘William and I are tied up with something; need you to deal with a new meta at the Civic Center.’
Wally's heart pounded with a heady mix of adrenaline and anticipation. His personal struggles faded into the background as he promptly excused himself from school, evading the notice of his teachers.
Within moments, Kid Flash skidded to a halt at the Central City Civic Center. A charity fair, attended by the city's elite, including Mayor Derek Fox and his family, had been engulfed in chaos. The cheerfulness of the fair was being choked by a dense, swirling maelstrom of noxious smoke, replacing laughter with terrified screams. A new villain had made their sinister debut.
"Well, a smoky surprise party was not what I had in mind," Kid Flash quipped, attempting to alleviate the tension rippling through the crowd. Drawing a deep breath, he felt the comforting surge of lightning as he manipulated time, slowing it down enough to peer through the swirling particles of soot. Scanning the area, he caught glimpses of numerous civilians and Mayor Fox's family but found no trace of the metahuman.
Releasing time back to its normal flow, Wally felt a peculiar satisfaction in successfully employing an ‘advanced speedster technique’. Moving closer to the billowing smoke, his voice cut through the clamour. "Everyone! Kid Flash is here! Follow the sound of my voice!"
Sure enough, figures began emerging from the fog, running past him, all except the mayor. When Ashley Fox, a woman around Barry's age, ran up to him with panic etched on her face, Wally knew this wouldn't be an easy task. "That thing has my dad!" cried Ashley. "You have to help him!"
“I will,” nodded Kid Flash dutifully. He took a deep breath of clean air and then ventured into the smog.
Strangely enough, as he pushed through the initial threshold of the smokescreen, Wally's vision remained less impaired than expected. Though he strained to see through the veil of grey, he managed to discern a dome of smoke enclosing the centre of the square, including his own path. From several points along the wall of the smoke dome, chains or ropes of condensed soot extended downward, converging at the centre where the elderly Mayor Fox was ensnared and gagged by the solidified smoke.
A deep, echoing laugh resonated from somewhere within the smoke, sending a chill down Wally’s spine.
"Looks like you've stumbled into the lion's den, kid," a voice echoed around him.
"So, you're the one behind this, huh?" Wally shouted back, attempting to pinpoint the origin of the voice.
"You think you can stop me, Kid Flash?" The voice bellowed from within its swirling smoky shroud, a menacing spectre harbouring a grudge.
Wally remained silent, his eyes locked on the mayor. The smoke was thick and toxic, choking the air around Mayor Fox, who coughed and spluttered. He knew he could get Fox out of there in a fraction of a second with his speed, but Smokescreen's smoke was thick, choking. If he made a wrong move at super speed, the sudden vacuum could cause the smoke to rush into Fox's lungs. A slow, suffocating death.
Suddenly, a familiar prickling sensation crawled up the base of Wally's skull. It gradually evolved into a dull ache, signaling the imminent threat of a Speed Force seizure. Gritting his teeth, he concentrated on the task at hand.
"Why are you doing this?" he called out. "You could have targeted everyone, but you specifically went after the mayor. And if it's about him, why do it in public, where a Flash won’t be far away?"
“This isn’t about the mayor,” rumbled the voice of the unknown villain. Smokescreen, Wally decided to call him. His smoke tendrils curled tighter around Fox. "This is about making them know what it feels like to be scared, powerless."
"You can't possibly mean that," Wally cried, searching for any thread to latch onto, any shred of reason that could persuade the villain to reconsider. "I thought this event was for charity!"
“Sure, except it's all really for the benefit of these rich guys’ public image.”
Smokescreen's bitter words drifted through the air, his motivations becoming clearer, personal. It did nothing to justify his actions though. Whatever his grievances were, terrorising the public wasn't the answer.
Wally knew what he had to do, but the threat of a seizure loomed, ready to thwart his plans. Taking a deep breath and crossing his fingers, knowing he only had one chance at this, Wally sprinted forward, running a tight circuit around the ensnared mayor. Swiftly, winds began to whip as an air vortex formed, perfectly suited to draw the metahuman's smoke away. Time seemed to stretch into infinity, and in the singular moment Wally found himself in, his dread intensified. This was it, a seizure about to begin. His breath hitched, he didn't have time for this, not now. The smoke was thickening around him, the cries getting louder. He couldn't fail now, not with so much at stake.
Every instinct urged him to halt, but he pressed on, aware that the vortex's force could draw in more smoke. Ignoring his doubts, he clenched his fists, bracing himself for the impending pain, determined to fight it off. As time resumed and the race resumed with it, Wally didn't retreat but dove headfirst into the storm. Battling against the seizure, each passing moment amplified the agony, blurring his vision.
And then, something remarkable happened. Instead of succumbing to the seizure, he pushed past it, triggering a surge of Speed Force energy that supercharged his abilities. The golden lightning in his wake transformed into a dazzling white, propelling him to speeds he had never reached before. The vortex intensified, drawing in the smoky tendrils and hurling them high into the sky, dispersing them in the process.
The shroud lifted, and Wally turned in motion, finally catching sight of the metahuman attacker - a short, middle-aged man now cowering, knocked to the ground alongside the mayor by the intense wind tunnel conjured by Kid Flash.
Desperate, the man clenched his fists and commanded a torrent of smoke that seemed to burst from behind him, swelling as it raised upwards. Whether it was to attack him, or to hurt the mayor, Wally didn’t care. Moving at unprecedented speed, Wally reached Mayor Fox before the metahuman could even choose a target. Wally swiftly covered the mayor's mouth and nose with his hand, shielding him from the noxious fumes in case his speed faltered. In an instant, he darted back to the edge of the Civic Center square.
Screeching to a halt, Kid Flash emerged from super speed. The white lightning still engulfed his frame, and though he couldn't see it, his eyes burned with intense white light. Carefully, he laid the mayor down at his daughter's feet.
“Thank you!” Ashley Fox cried as she tended to her father.
Applause erupted from the crowd, cheers filling the air as Wally dashed back to apprehend the now feeble-looking Smokescreen, still reeling from the sudden dissipation of his smoky shroud. Wally's punch sent him sprawling, neutralising the threat and ensuring the mayor's safety.
Amidst the persisting cheers, the pain from the seizure gradually ebbed away, taking with it his heightened power. Wally felt like a deflating balloon, the excess energy and power seeping out like escaping helium. His heightened senses recalibrated, and the world resumed its normal speed and rhythm.
A lingering echo of the seizure, akin to the aftertaste of a potent drink, left him shivering. The hyper-awareness of his body and surroundings felt almost invasive after the distant, godlike power he had just experienced. His body, no longer buzzing with extra energy, felt heavy, as if he had been filled with lead. Each beat of his heart resounded loudly in his ears, his lungs aching from the exertion, and sweat trickling down his back, sticking his yellow suit to his skin.
The world around him, which had felt so distant, so removed, was abruptly vivid and pressing. The muffled sounds of the crowd became a cacophony of relieved murmurs and melodic jubilations. The smell of popcorn and cotton candy, once distant and faint, was now potent, mingling with the tangy scent of smoke and adrenaline in the air. He could feel every grain of dust and debris under his feet, the grit pressing into his skin through the fabric of his boots.
He felt drained and yet somehow more alive than ever, every sense heightened in the wake of the energy rush. And beneath it all, he carried a sense of satisfaction, knowing that despite the challenges posed by his unstable Speed Force connection, it had proven to be a formidable asset. Mayor Fox was safe, and the smoke villain had been defeated. As Kid Flash, Wally had conquered his personal obstacles and emerged victorious.
Yet, as Wally West, he continued to run a race against grief, responsibility, and his own fears—a race with no discernible finish line. His only choice was to keep running, hoping to push through every wall in his path. And on this day, running felt nothing short of fantastic.
 
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The smell of brewing coffee enveloped Wally as he pushed open the door to Jitters, a comforting counterpoint to the chaos that typically defined his world. Amidst the hum of murmured conversation and clattering cups, the speedster found a slow-paced sanctuary, an oddly soothing anchor in a life measured in Mach speeds.
The barista behind the counter was a fresh face amid the familiar, a girl around Wally’s age with wavy hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, her name tag identifying her as ‘Rosie’. He had caught her in the midst of latte artistry, hands steady as she crafted a foam rosetta, her tongue peeking out at the corner of her mouth in concentrated effort.
"New here?" Wally asked, not really expecting anything. Friends were not something he had come to anticipate in this city. He was more comfortable confronting supervillains than making small talk, which was likely why Wally West remained mostly a stranger to everyone at his school.
Rosie's gaze shifted, disrupting the intricate art on her latte canvas. "Started this week," she responded, affixing a lid to the slightly marred latte before sending it down the counter. There was a flicker of disappointment in her eyes, quickly replaced by humour. "What about you? A regular?"
"Trying to be," Wally confessed, a smirk playing on his lips at the absurdity of it. "People rush in for caffeine, I’m here to catch my breath."
Rosie chuckled, her eyes gleaming with an unexpected understanding. "Quite the paradox."
A familiar cover caught his eye - a copy of the graphic novel 'Astra Nebula' nestled by the register. "You're into 'Astra Nebula'? Kind of avant-garde, isn’t it?"
Her eyes lit up with passion as she set aside her work. "I love it! How they weave so much real world commentary into these strange planets and their stories is… well, I don’t know how they do it. Wait till you get to Volume Three."
Wally blinked. His perception of 'Astra Nebula' was far less complex, focused on the high-octane action, and not on the layers of social commentary. "Yeah, the subtext is… pretty loaded," he offered, hoping his words rang true.
A knowing grin spread across Rosie's face as she let out a soft laugh. "You're in it for the space battles, aren't you?"
Wally blushed, his laughter joining hers. "You got me."
A fleeting connection, punctuated by shared laughter, hung between them, bridging the gap of unfamiliarity.
Just as the moment was beginning to stretch, a voice called out, signalling the end of Rosie's shift. "I need to get going," she said. "Someone else will take care of your order."
“I didn’t even order yet,” Wally replied with a smirk, realising the absent-mindedness that had led their conversation.
“Oh, right,” Rosie laughed, her eyes wide. “Stacy’s better at the latte art anyway.”
“Guess everyone needs a mentor,” Wally suggested, keeping the atmosphere light.
“Yeah, I suppose so,” Rosie agreed, moving to untie her apron. “See you around…”
“Wally,” he filled in.
"Tomorrow, Wally?" There was a hopefulness in her voice, a hint of a budding friendship that seemed more attainable than he'd dared to hope.
He offered a nod, warmth blooming in his chest. "Yeah, see you, Rosie."
As he placed his usual order with Stacy, Wally found himself wearing an unexpected smile. Stepping out of Jitters, he couldn't help but feel the seeds of anticipation sown. Maybe Central City had something more to offer for Wally West as well as for Kid Flash. He dared to hope.
 
 
Next: Barry and William work it out in The Flash #27
 

TW: pregnancy loss mentioned
As the title says, I'm hoping for some success stories of people who finally got pregnant beyond the 5th transfer. I've done five untested day 5/6 frozen embryo transfers - all of good quality. Our issue doesn't seem to be making decent embryos. However, we only got one CP from that...
I've been pregnant prior to IVF via IUI but that ended up being an ectopic. I have PCOS and Stage 1/2 Endo which was excised last month. Remaining tube is open and appears fine. No natural killer cells but been told we're positive for partial DQ Alpha match but this is highly controversial and I'm super suspect that it's just expensive snake oil. Done an EndoTrio test (ERA, EMMA, ALICE) but the company that did it didn't tell us they don't accept credit card payment so we can't pay for the results.🙃 However, I've seen that this is no longer recommended by a lot of specialists. I'm on aaaaallll the supplements and so is my partner (sperm normal) and we're trying to eat as healthy as possible. No sign of Adenomyosis... Have changed clinics and currently stimming for 3rd ER. Previous clinic was awful and transfers were done by the GPs and nurses, not a specialist so maybe that's why? I don't know... In Australia and 33 for context.

Hello! I'm thinking of making a Webtoon. I have a very creative and imaginative mind to create stories; so that wouldn't be a problem. The thing is, I'm looking to collaborate with an artist who can draw virtually. If you're interested in collaborating with me, let me know and I'd be happy to work with you! :)

Swedish newspaper Dagens Nyheter just published a piece (unfortunately behind a paywall) about Dave Grusch's claims. The author, Clas Svahn, also happens to be one of the top ufologists over here. The article is basically a summary of the piece in the debrief so it doesn't really add anything to the narrative but still happy to see it get picked up here. The headline reads: "If true, this is the biggest news in history." Link to the article: https://www.dn.se/varlden/clas-svahn-om-detta-ar-sant-ar-det-den-storsta-nyheten-i-varldshistorien/

Hi Everyone, I am a 31 y/o male and I am very much in need of advice for next steps regarding my TMJ/TMD.
Let me begin by saying that I have always suffered from some degree of anxiety, and have (more than likely) been clenching my teeth at night for much of my life.
7 years ago I had an endoscopy, which I believe is what set off my unfortunate TMJ story. I had crazy anxiety at that time and remember that after the endoscopy my upper and lower jaw were just “wrong” and would not close properly.
The doctors and dentists I went to were not well versed in TMJ, and generally just prescribed muscle relaxers or made regular mouth guards for me. (Not made to reposition the jaw or teeth, but just to keep teeth from touching at night.) During the months after I basically lived by just drinking smoothies and other soft food - as I couldn’t chew anything! I couldn’t tolerate the mouth guards that were made for me, so I formed my own crappy CVS form-at-home mouth guard, which I have used to this day. (I can only imagine that is bad for me).
Flash forward through 6.5 years of pain/discomfort - I still cannot close the right side of my jaw, and am almost always dealing with pain/discomfort in the jaw, head, neck area.
I have been researching TMJ a lot lately, and am wondering if I have Anterior Displacement Without Reduction. In seeking treatment should I go to a Maxillofacial Surgeon or a TMJ Specialist in the area?
I have an appointment booked with the TMJ specialist in the area, but I already know they follow the neuromuscular approach of a “Phase One: Repositioning”, “Phase Two: Orthodontics”. I found this specialist because I looked for “3D Cone Beam Radiology TMJ in Cleveland”.
TLDR: One day my jaw stopped working right, now 7 years later how should I look for treatment?

My question is about what counts as simony.
I’d always been taught that items such as medals, rosaries or images, can not be sold for profit once they are blessed by a priest. Only donations can be accepted for blessed items.
Is this still true or has something changed?

You know how in an event it will show you which cards are better to use for each stage, and if you do it right, you can get a multiplier? Well I noticed that I don't seem to get that multiplier on the normal story. Even if I select cards that are highlighted as advantageous against the stage. Is there something I'm doing wrong?

My question is about what counts as simony.
I’d always been taught that items such as medals, rosaries or images, can not be sold for profit once they are blessed by a priest. Only donations can be accepted for blessed items.
Is this still true or has something changed?

So I had an interesting experience yesterday after going to the physio for a sprained ankle. I've been limping for 10 days now and was given a brace last week but I haven't been wearing it much because it's felt pretty restrictive. My physio told me with my MRI results that I need to be in the brace for the next 4 weeks while I heal completely. So I went home and put the brace on, and decided to do a long sit (in a chair.) The brace was pressing on my ankle and causing discomfort in the first few minutes of my sit, so I decided to take it off. As I unwrapped the velcro and loosened the laces, I began crying big heaving tears. There wasn't a 'story' here nor was there any physical or emotional pain. I was only sitting there very aware while my body was releasing, heaving big tears, and a sense of pressure was rising up toward my head. This lasted almost 15 minutes, with some lulls and then big cries again. There has been a sense within this injury that emotion is wrapped up in it - not from pain but more about how it impacts my sense of being in the world.
This morning I tried to put the brace on again and as I began to tighten it, I was in tears again, less so than yesterday but still a cry.
Yesterday was a fascinating experience, mainly because I could reflect afterwards on the clear light of awareness within the emotion without the usual story or pain. I wasn’t lost in or merged with the emotion.
My practice: Insight, currently exploring the varsity of EQ.
I'm open to anyone's comments or thoughts or own similar experiences.

I started a new job in January, and by all accounts it seemed like a sweet deal - I was recruited from my previous job with the promises of unlimited PTO, flexibility and complete control over my schedule, and a supportive (but fully remote!) work environment. 5 months in and… literally none of that is true. We get 160 hours of PTO per year, which I guess seems generous, but between all the planned daycare closures and a week off when my husband and I traveled to a destination wedding, plus all the times we’ve been sick so far this year, all my PTO is currently either used up or already planned for. I had to call out sick today because my daughter gifted me the head cold from hell and after a couple nights of sleeping like shit from the congestion, I truly just needed a day to rest and recover. I went in to request the time off (as per company policy - you have to put in a PTO request to call out sick, instead of just… calling out sick). Almost in wristlet I get an email that the request was DENIED???? My dickhead manager explained that I didn’t have enough accrued and I’d need to cancel a future PTO request to take today off. Bro, I wasn’t asking permission, I was telling you I’m fucking sick and I’m not coming to work. Pay me or don’t but I’m taking the day off. They also make it impossible to flex your schedule when you need to - there have been days when daycare wasn’t fully closed but did close a little early, and my manager told me that my options were either take a half or full day of PTO, when I literally just needed to duck out an hour earlier than usual and had planned to make up that extra hour on another day. It’s just so frustrating because the flexibility and unlimited PTO were the biggest factors in accepting this job - with a 2.5yo in daycare, we’re all gonna be sick a lot, I need to be able to take time off when I need it. She is the reason I work!
Not looking for solutions here, just needed to rant.

Wrote down some questions/topics, which I hope will be addressed in the 7 hour interview Ross will be Sharing soon.

1. Has David found any information during his research which lends more credibility to the Wilson/Davis memo?
2. Has he found any information about the alleged secret space program, Gary Mckinnon allegedly found out about?
3. Does the US have operational ARV in service like e.g. the TR3B?
4. Who is in control of these operational craft? The NRO, CIA, Navy or the Air Force?
5. Has he found any information about where the TRILLIONS OF DOLLARS are going to, the DOD cannot account for?
6. Does Area S4 exist and is it there where some of the craft are stored, and is Wright Patterson AFB also one of the locations some of the craft and bodies are being stored?
7. Has he found any documentation about Bob Lazar, and what does he think about Bob Lazar?
8. What do the Non Human Intelligences look like?
9. Has he found any evidence the USG is in contact with or cooperating with some of the none human intelligences?
10. Is it true NATO is involved with executing crash retrieval activities?
11. Is it true we have advanced radar systems which can detect/predict when and where UFO's are going to land?
12. Both Ross and David have hinted, humans might have been killed by other humans to maintain the secret. Who have been killed, e.g. James Forrestal, JFK, recently Mark McCandlish?
13. Who is in control and is performing the killings or assassination's?
14. Who within the DOD and Intelligence Community are in absolute control of the UFO coverup, names and faces?

Curious to learn what questions you would like to have answers to.

I work my a** off. I have a Union Job. I am 36 years old. my back and knees already hurt. If i do something fast, they want it faster. if i do something cheap, they want it cheaper. Its never fast enough, and it always costs too much. All profit at the expense Me. I own a 1000 sq ft house (mortgage) I cant save money to buy materials to upgrade my place. I cant save money to have more kids. I cant save for a vacation, or a boat, or a new car. I cant save for my retirement, I cant save for my legacy because not only is the money I'm able to save shrinking, but the places I choose to save it in are offering less and less. I have been born into a debt trap. An upper middle class white man, who will never escape a life of pain and servitude because I chose to make things for a living instead of steal things for a living. Its not the black mans fault, or the brown mans fault, or womens fault, or trans peoples fault. It is the fault of the system in place. The one that rewards cheating instead of building. lying instead of owning mistakes. subterfuge instead of hard work.
Im sick of building for Liars. Im sick of building for cheaters. Im sick of risking my life on 20 story highrises for IvyleagueBro, I want to build apartments for grocerystoreMoe. The middleman needs to die and the workers and owners that create value need to reign supreme. It takes money to buy whisky.

The Adventures of Norton written by JoAnn Goosney - Newfoundland author - A book series about a friendly sea creature who is lost and is helped by a kind Seaweed Farmer "Poppy". The Adventures of Norton are inspired by stories told by my husband Roger "Poppy" to our grandchildren about Norton . We hope the stories allow you to use your imagination and explore the ocean with Norton and his friends, while learning about caring for our oceans and being kind to those we meet along the way.

Backstory, it was 2019 and i was going to Hawaii. At the airport, the following story happened. I was 9 at this time.
While i was at an airport to go to Hawaii me, being the impatient and inconvenient child that I was, had to go the bathroom. Sparing you the details, I went and was on my way out. I didn't wash my hands bc there were no paper towels and my family strongly wanted us not to use the blowers, so we regularly used hand sanitizer instead. Since I had forgotten mine, I left without doing anything so I could you my parent's. This lady, who we'll call Mrs. BK comes out of her stall, mind you, it was just me and her at the time, and sees me leave without hearing anything. Mrs. BK scoffs and says, "Ugh, children these days are so disgusting. Little girl, didn't your parents teach you to have any etiquette?" As a 9 year old, I had absolutely no idea what "etiquette" was, so I said yes. She screamed and started talking about how disgusting I was and how she was going to block the door until i washed my hands as it was a "Health Hazard" to everyone else in the airport. Mrs. BK kept her word and blocked the door until I washed my hands. I forcefully declined to use the blower until she grabbed my arm, drug me to the blower and dried my hands for me. When she finally let me leave, I almost ran to my family. I never said anything bc I thought I would get in trouble for using the blower. I didn't think anything of the interaction, that is, until I finally got on the plane. As I took my window seat, who else but Mrs. BK sat in front of me. Even as a kid I knew a situation of power when I saw one. Over the course of the flight I kicked, pushed, punched, and rocked Mrs. BK's already cramped seat. When we landed, Mrs. BK looked back and her jaw dropped. Angrily, I might add. I plastered this cocky, yet subtle, smile as her face turned red.
So, my fellow redditors, am I the jerk for making a woman's flight unbearable?

I know this is easy searchable, but I also have realized that it doesn't tell the full story. For example, kayak rentals in Barcelona I have seen are like 40 euros online for 30 mins-1 hour, but when I finally travel and go to the beach there, its like 20 euros for 90 minutes, usually cheaper. So I am wondering, for a tiny boat, or jet skis maybe, how much would it be for an hour or day? Online, it says $1,000 for a day for a tiny boat, and I know Cinque Terre is extremely touristy but still.. Or even for kayaks or a jet ski? There's 3 of us too.

I was posted Are We Dating The Same Guy NYC (or at least I'm 90% sure I was). I'm not doing well.
Background and Dating
I am new to the dating game after a recent divorce. Using Hinge and Bumble has always been a nice way to date casually and to build up my confidence again. I've been on dozens of wonderful dates and met lots of really great people. There have been some fleeting hookups, some months-long relationships, and plenty of matches that don't advance past the first date. In all, my experience on Hinge and Bumble has been very positive. It's been a nice way to put myself out there, visit great restaurants and bars around the city, and strike up chemistry with women who I thought were way out of my league. From a rock bottom self-esteem after the divorce, the apps helped me regain some confidence. Somehow I kept having great dates with great people.
As a previously married guy, I have prided myself on knowing how to interact with women. I don't send lewd messages on apps. I try my very best to be respectful of other's time. My aim is and always has been to date conscientiously and respectfully. Consent is of the utmost importance - and it starts from the first message. From a date to a kiss (or more), engagement should always be affirmative and enthusiastic. Though I have dated around, I'd like to think that I haven't wronged anyone. I want nothing more than to share nice meals and laughter with any date. And if it leads to more, great.
Things Getting Weird
About 2 months ago, things started to get weird. It started with a woman I was seeing at the time. We had been on maybe 3-4 dates. She texted me one day to break things off. Her text basically said: "I didn't realize you were talking to other people and that doesn't work for me. Bye." A string of similar instances happened after that. I would plan dates and then be mysteriously unmatched. I would receive day-after messages like "I had a great time with you, but this isn't going to work. Thanks!" That happened several times. My strong hunch is that I've been posted in the AWDTSG NYC group. Maybe once, maybe twice, maybe more. I don't know. I don't know how the page works or how easy it is to search people on it, but I've convinced myself that I'm on it. I feel like I've been marked with a red flag.
Mental Health Nightmare
I'm an introverted guy. I don't want to be in the public sphere. I don't want people to know who I am. And now this. I can feel a pit in my stomach imagining the comments posted about me. Me.
Ugly. Short. Creepy. Too much baggage. Divorced. Out of shape. Only looking for sex. Self-centered. Doesn't look like his pics. Gross. Horn dog. Red flag. Ugly apartment. Weird. Douchey. Dumb. Rude.
I hate, absolutely dread, the idea of those things being said about me. It makes me want to pack my bags and leave this big dumb city forever. It makes me want to break down and cry. It makes me want to delete these fucking apps and become a recluse. It makes me terrified about professional repercussions. It makes me feel like when I go to the grocery store, people know who I am. It's a combination of fear, shame, disgust, depression, embarrassment.
I am not doing well... at all.
The thing is, I'm too scared to look. I have several female friends who are in AWDTSG NYC group--we've talked about it before. But I don't want to ask them. I don't want them to see (if they haven't already). And more importantly, I don't want to know the vile things that might be said about me.
I've been cooped up in my apartment the past few days. I don't want to leave. I don't want to open the apps. I don't want to do anything. I feel a profound sense of despair and malaise. I hate this.
What's Next?
The last time I checked, there are currently 113,000 members or so in AWDTSG NYC Facebook group. There are about 100 posts a day. Thousands of new members are added each week. I realize that my story is not unique. Any posts of me will eventually be buried, but that doesn't make it any easier in the short term. I am OK with sitting around and waiting out this storm. It might take a few months, a year. I don't know. In the meantime, I'm just going to sit around and wait. Despondently, that is.
In the meantime, could anyone provide some context about this page actually works? Do you search men by first name and last name? Do you search by phone number? Does it show your full Hinge profile? I'm just curious what the functionality is like on the inside.
If you're in a similar situation, I sincerely wish you the best. Prioritize your mental health. Wishing you all love and peace.

every SINGLE time I smoke salvia, whether it's pipe or bong I feeel extremely anxious and never continue. My worries get intensified when I start feeling cold and sweaty and then a sensation like the room is pulling me back into it. That particular combination just sends fucking alarm bells in me and always prevents me from going in. The 10x I bought from zamnesia was defenitely 10x the first time I just chickened out every single time I felt the cold sweaty pull. I'm going to quid and because even taking a few weed like drags from a pipe filled with ground up plain leaf I'm very quickly reminded of that awful feeling and I just cant smoke it in any way, I have to quid, smoking it just freaks me out after reading all the horror stories of dosing to fast or too much. If I'm going on a hell ride I want a smooth 15 minutes to adjust, without the presence of smoke invading my lungs.
What's it like beyond this stage? I've kind of gotten there but I just dissacociated a little and never took another drag. While you're at this cold sweaty anxious pull, is there anything really to be worried about? Are the effects of salvia to be truly feared like everyone says they are or should I just chill, move past it and smoke more? This feeling is just fucking awful.

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