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2023.03.25 11:15 TheBeeOfBygone 22M [US] I Need a forever bro friend to go on my life's new journey---Long Post Warning!
Hi. Well, Here's my story. Well, I'm a 22 year old male (23 years old in a few months) I been working ever since I was 13 at an apprenticeship for a close family member company. I really enjoy it being able to work from home and it pays way more than what it's worth. I work a lot, all the time I could until I was 16 when I graduated and took it full time plus. 60, 70, 80 hours a week; whatever it took to make that money. I went out of my way to not take my vacation weeks cause it was a sign of weakness; my dad was the hardest worker I knew before he retired. 3 years ago, it wasn't enough, so I took a second job to carry the time when I was not working or sleeping. It served me well. I was able to buy my own home with casg and be financially set and have a good bit toward retirement. Well, it was fine until a month ago when I had this for lack of a better, spiritual, moment as I was driving down the road. My mind was dreaming off and I just stopped on the side of the road and seen this family and the kids playing at this park just laughing. They looked so happy. I think about it now and I feel bad just setting there watching. I must have just watched them for an hour and the mother even waved at me. Anyways, I got back in my car,, went home and got ready to go back to work the next but the next day came, I couldn't. I had no drive, It was the first day I called in work since i had started. I spent the day walking around my town and breathing in and taking in the world.
That was a month ago and I feel like I'm going through a mental breakdown. I can't seem to want to go back to work all the time. I keep thinking about that family that was just enjoying the moment having fun. Anyways, this led me to a rash decision this week. I got over 20 weeks vacation and i decided to take the rest of the year off from my first job and only work lowest amount of part time at my second job. 15 hours a week. This has left me conflicted, empty inside. First, I feel so blessed to be financially able to do this as I know most are not so lucky. I know it was the sacrifice I made for years to be able to do this but still. Second, I realized what am I going to do? The fact is I never been in a relationship and never even had a friend. I don't even know who I am anymore.
So, this brought me here tonight. I'm looking for a platonic forever friend, a bro so to speak to spend time with daily, play games with, and watch movies; someone to help me find me. I know I'm a guy and I'm supposed to be tough but I'm scared of being alone with no one. My dad was recently diagnosed with cancer and I feel drained and empty. I know it's mostly my fault as I spent years pushing people away and lived with my quote "friends are for the weak"- I feel ashamed of that for my own preconceptions of who people are, I have no one to ask me how my day was or miss me or ask me to do stuff with. I mean I'm like a dust bunny in the corner. Now, I know how lucky I am with things I have but I think maybe I was chasing the wrong thing. Money was my cause, work was my cause. I'm thinking now people should have been cause; getting to know them and letting them know me. Woosh. I said I wasn't going cry and get emotional but here I am.
Okay. back. Needed a few. So, Yeah. I just feel loss and forgotten and I'm wondering if their anyone out there who feels the same way who wants a bro, a new family member. We can start out talking here, play some on the PS5, just chat. I realized I have not laughed in probably 10 years; wow. that's sad. I want a true friend I can be myself with,be vulnerable, and someone who we can pick on each other and joke around. Fact is, I'm still young but still scared to die without knowing what true friendship was like.
So, what type of person would be great? Well, I'm a deep thinker, very sensitive, emotional, so someone that is too would be great. I want someone kind, compassionate, and understanding. I have anxiety, so someone patient. I love it if you were a gamer like me. If you like anything to do with Mars, we will be besties. Let's trade recipes and listen to sad songs on Yoytube music and make up cool stories on how we were the coolest kids in school. Lets talk about scary stories we have experienced and tease me about how my writing is terrible and how I'm a little crazy. We can talk about our favorite movies and we can argue how mine are all right. Other than that, I'm pretty open as you are okay with it being strictly platonic. I am from the US, so I prefer you to be too for time reasons.
Well, if you made it this far, you either really bored or have no life like me. So, if you want to, message me. We can chat. :)
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That was a month ago and I feel like I'm going through a mental breakdown. I can't seem to want to go back to work all the time. I keep thinking about that family that was just enjoying the moment having fun. Anyways, this led me to a rash decision this week. I got over 20 weeks vacation and i decided to take the rest of the year off from my first job and only work lowest amount of part time at my second job. 15 hours a week. This has left me conflicted, empty inside. First, I feel so blessed to be financially able to do this as I know most are not so lucky. I know it was the sacrifice I made for years to be able to do this but still. Second, I realized what am I going to do? The fact is I never been in a relationship and never even had a friend. I don't even know who I am anymore.
So, this brought me here tonight. I'm looking for a platonic forever friend, a bro so to speak to spend time with daily, play games with, and watch movies; someone to help me find me. I know I'm a guy and I'm supposed to be tough but I'm scared of being alone with no one. My dad was recently diagnosed with cancer and I feel drained and empty. I know it's mostly my fault as I spent years pushing people away and lived with my quote "friends are for the weak"- I feel ashamed of that for my own preconceptions of who people are, I have no one to ask me how my day was or miss me or ask me to do stuff with. I mean I'm like a dust bunny in the corner. Now, I know how lucky I am with things I have but I think maybe I was chasing the wrong thing. Money was my cause, work was my cause. I'm thinking now people should have been cause; getting to know them and letting them know me. Woosh. I said I wasn't going cry and get emotional but here I am.
Okay. back. Needed a few. So, Yeah. I just feel loss and forgotten and I'm wondering if their anyone out there who feels the same way who wants a bro, a new family member. We can start out talking here, play some on the PS5, just chat. I realized I have not laughed in probably 10 years; wow. that's sad. I want a true friend I can be myself with,be vulnerable, and someone who we can pick on each other and joke around. Fact is, I'm still young but still scared to die without knowing what true friendship was like.
So, what type of person would be great? Well, I'm a deep thinker, very sensitive, emotional, so someone that is too would be great. I want someone kind, compassionate, and understanding. I have anxiety, so someone patient. I love it if you were a gamer like me. If you like anything to do with Mars, we will be besties. Let's trade recipes and listen to sad songs on Yoytube music and make up cool stories on how we were the coolest kids in school. Lets talk about scary stories we have experienced and tease me about how my writing is terrible and how I'm a little crazy. We can talk about our favorite movies and we can argue how mine are all right. Other than that, I'm pretty open as you are okay with it being strictly platonic. I am from the US, so I prefer you to be too for time reasons.
Well, if you made it this far, you either really bored or have no life like me. So, if you want to, message me. We can chat. :)
2023.03.25 11:15 Glittering_Light_334 Job security is not about corporate greed. It's about your deficits (which were non-existent before the economic downturn). So here's a link to my generic course
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2023.03.25 11:14 Dankmemescape Need advise on landlord/rental issues.
So, a brief background:
We moved into our properly under false promises from the estate agents. We were told the house would have a full re-paint prior to moving in, and also the carpets would be cleaned.
The agency have now turned around and said the landlord is unhappy with the cost of a re-paint even though the walls are disgusting. Meaning the walls are probably not going to be painted, even though we were promised by the agency.
They have sent a cleaner to clean the house, which was to a very poor standard. The carpets are still stained with dirt and look disgusting. We complained and the agency sent the same cleaning company to re-clean the carpets however they’re still disgusting. A domestic carpet cleaner was used (not a professional carpet clean).
We also found many other issues, oven and hob faulty, meaning the oven dials remain hot for 18+ hours after use, electrical plugs loose and outside drain loose and blocked, extractor fan coming away from the ceiling, draft issues, 2 year olds bedroom door doesn’t close, dirty like scale on toilet lid hinges…
We have had people come to the house to look at jobs however nothing has been fixed and we’ve been in the property 2 months now.
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We moved into our properly under false promises from the estate agents. We were told the house would have a full re-paint prior to moving in, and also the carpets would be cleaned.
The agency have now turned around and said the landlord is unhappy with the cost of a re-paint even though the walls are disgusting. Meaning the walls are probably not going to be painted, even though we were promised by the agency.
They have sent a cleaner to clean the house, which was to a very poor standard. The carpets are still stained with dirt and look disgusting. We complained and the agency sent the same cleaning company to re-clean the carpets however they’re still disgusting. A domestic carpet cleaner was used (not a professional carpet clean).
We also found many other issues, oven and hob faulty, meaning the oven dials remain hot for 18+ hours after use, electrical plugs loose and outside drain loose and blocked, extractor fan coming away from the ceiling, draft issues, 2 year olds bedroom door doesn’t close, dirty like scale on toilet lid hinges…
We have had people come to the house to look at jobs however nothing has been fixed and we’ve been in the property 2 months now.
2023.03.25 11:13 Soaring-Raptor Risks of Light Sparring?
Hello everybody, hope you all are doing well! I just want to ask something that's been on my mind lately.
I plan on light sparring with a partner so I can actually practice the skills I've learnt. My definition of light sparring is around ~20% below the head, and light taps to the head. Nothing that could jerk the head back violently, just a solid tap to let us know we've been tagged. I plan on sparring around 2 times a week for around 1 hour.
I was wondering if this is safe long-term for my brain? I hope it won't cause brain damage like CTE when I'm older. I'm quite young so I would love to think clearly in the future while also learning this beautiful sport. I recognize that I might take an occasional hard shot, but nothing that could cause bad headaches or a concussion.
I'm a bit of a worry cat so sorry if this sounds like a dumb question. I would just like to let my mind be at peace.
I appreciate you reading through this post, thank you, and have a great day!
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I plan on light sparring with a partner so I can actually practice the skills I've learnt. My definition of light sparring is around ~20% below the head, and light taps to the head. Nothing that could jerk the head back violently, just a solid tap to let us know we've been tagged. I plan on sparring around 2 times a week for around 1 hour.
I was wondering if this is safe long-term for my brain? I hope it won't cause brain damage like CTE when I'm older. I'm quite young so I would love to think clearly in the future while also learning this beautiful sport. I recognize that I might take an occasional hard shot, but nothing that could cause bad headaches or a concussion.
I'm a bit of a worry cat so sorry if this sounds like a dumb question. I would just like to let my mind be at peace.
I appreciate you reading through this post, thank you, and have a great day!
2023.03.25 11:13 Goingupriver20 Remote Worker running a shop Idea
I work remotely as an architectural consultant, I have 2 problems.
Whatever I sold would need to be high enough value that I could still do my consulting (I don't want to sell 100 cups of coffee a day!). Maybe electric bikes or renting desks for co-working.
Does anybody have any ideas? I live in one of the most visited cities in the world and I could buy the shop in a touristy area if that helps
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- I don't have enough room in my apartment now I've got 2 kids for a desk setup so I'm sharing my mother in law's study
- My job only requires about 4 hours of work per day so I'm restless. I've tried overworking (2 jobs at the same time). But it's really hard to find another chill employer and I always end up a bit stressed and working late.
Whatever I sold would need to be high enough value that I could still do my consulting (I don't want to sell 100 cups of coffee a day!). Maybe electric bikes or renting desks for co-working.
Does anybody have any ideas? I live in one of the most visited cities in the world and I could buy the shop in a touristy area if that helps
2023.03.25 11:12 Dankmemescape Need advise on a property I’m renting/ landlord dispute
So, a brief background:
We moved into our properly under false promises from the estate agents. We were told the house would have a full re-paint prior to moving in, and also the carpets would be cleaned.
The agency have now turned around and said the landlord is unhappy with the cost of a re-paint even though the walls are disgusting. Meaning the walls are probably not going to be painted, even though we were promised by the agency.
They have sent a cleaner to clean the house, which was to a very poor standard. The carpets are still stained with dirt and look disgusting. We complained and the agency sent the same cleaning company to re-clean the carpets however they’re still disgusting. A domestic carpet cleaner was used (not a professional carpet clean).
We also found many other issues, oven and hob faulty, meaning the oven dials remain hot for 18+ hours after use, electrical plugs loose and outside drain loose and blocked, extractor fan coming away from the ceiling, draft issues, 2 year olds bedroom door doesn’t close, dirty like scale on toilet lid hinges…
We have had people come to the house to look at jobs however nothing has been fixed and we’ve been in the property 2 months now.
The agency manager came round to see me yesterday, and she basically said that the landlord has no obligation to do any of the jobs unless it concerns our safety, ie. The oven and electrical issues… She advised us that we should look for a new property if we’re unhappy.
So my questions are, what can we do to resolve these issues? Could the estate agency manager be trying to get us to back down in regard to these issues, should we call her bluff?
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We moved into our properly under false promises from the estate agents. We were told the house would have a full re-paint prior to moving in, and also the carpets would be cleaned.
The agency have now turned around and said the landlord is unhappy with the cost of a re-paint even though the walls are disgusting. Meaning the walls are probably not going to be painted, even though we were promised by the agency.
They have sent a cleaner to clean the house, which was to a very poor standard. The carpets are still stained with dirt and look disgusting. We complained and the agency sent the same cleaning company to re-clean the carpets however they’re still disgusting. A domestic carpet cleaner was used (not a professional carpet clean).
We also found many other issues, oven and hob faulty, meaning the oven dials remain hot for 18+ hours after use, electrical plugs loose and outside drain loose and blocked, extractor fan coming away from the ceiling, draft issues, 2 year olds bedroom door doesn’t close, dirty like scale on toilet lid hinges…
We have had people come to the house to look at jobs however nothing has been fixed and we’ve been in the property 2 months now.
The agency manager came round to see me yesterday, and she basically said that the landlord has no obligation to do any of the jobs unless it concerns our safety, ie. The oven and electrical issues… She advised us that we should look for a new property if we’re unhappy.
So my questions are, what can we do to resolve these issues? Could the estate agency manager be trying to get us to back down in regard to these issues, should we call her bluff?
2023.03.25 11:10 maydayy_ Clingy 1 Year Old
Can someone please tell me that their 1 year old also went through an intensely clingy stage? I’m scared that he has a insecure attachment because my husband works a fly-in fly-out job. My son won’t let me grab a glass of water in the kitchen (where he can still see me), without a total meltdown. Let alone the bathroom.
He was never like this before. I could let him play while I cooked dinner and did washing etc. But now absolutely not.
It’s driving me up the wall. I’m by myself 75% of the time and he only sleeps 2 x 30 min naps in the day. Then wakes up every other hour in the night. I’m so tired.
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He was never like this before. I could let him play while I cooked dinner and did washing etc. But now absolutely not.
It’s driving me up the wall. I’m by myself 75% of the time and he only sleeps 2 x 30 min naps in the day. Then wakes up every other hour in the night. I’m so tired.
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2023.03.25 11:09 Stellalunathebat Rant about what Helped my Dizziness
Ironic that I'm posting this at 5 AM bc my sleep is fucked up.
In Jan I posted about sudden dizziness that landed me in urgent care with ongoing test results that showed absolutely nothing wrong with me. I started having extreme fatigue, and ongoing dizzy spells. It was so bad, I quit my job and remain unemployed for 2 months. I am still dizzy today, but a lot better. My revelations:
List of suspects: 1) I am more depressed/ anxious than I've ever been in my entire life. 2) I am in the worst shape I've ever been. My BP is high and so is my cholesterol. 3) Persisting neck / shoulder pain 4) Poor diet, sleep habits, lifestyle choices 5) Allergies
The worst part is it all started in yoga where I'd been trying to better myself. Returning has been sad, I can't even sit and stretch without being breathless / dizzy.
Correlating remedies to the above I've tried.
1) Doc put me through all the blood work / labs which came back normal and asked if it's possible I'm just deeply depressed. Idk what to say to that but I quit my job which was a huge contributor to my depression. I took two months off and spent it trying to fix myself.
2) Exercise helps general depression but tbh, I felt so bad (physically) I could barely get out of bed some days. Slow walks outside and seeing sun helped. Also, temporarily on bp meds.
3) Neck / shoulder pain severity HIGHLY correlated to my dizziness. Meaning the worse the neck pain, the worse the dizziness as well.
I chucked out my old bed and went through two trial runs of mattresses; an absolute PIA. Also, PILLOWS!! My cheap Costco pillows which I actually enjoyed were tossed out in favor of something more supportive. I am apparently the goldilocks of pillows; not too dense, not too fluffy. I spent 1.5k on a new bed and $100 on a new pillow and I sincerely believe this was the key to alleviating my dizziness. Shoulder and neck pain much better. Pillow selection was not by comfort, rather I tried different ones that alleviated my pain. I actually found that what worked for me was not necessarily what I found most comfortable.
4) Poor sleep (ex: me rn) HIGHLY correlated to extreme fatigue and mildly correlated to dizziness. Even if I'm sleeping til noon, I try to get 8 hours. Currently trying to fix my sleep rhythm.
Cut dairy which is large contributor to general inflammation/ unwellness, per my rheumatologist. (Dependent on ethnicity.) Miserable, I miss milk but I can physically see the difference in my skin and how I feel. I drink oat milk now.
Lifestyle wise, I keep a tidier home. I spent my time off becoming a reseller to get rid of all my hoarded stuff. My hoarding caused a lot of dust and poor house hygiene. This helped with better air quality, leading to better sleep and general wellness. Also, making my bed every morning is strangely therapeutic and happy.
5) Allergies actually causes a LOT of unexplained illnesses. I see an allergist for other health issues and it can cause dizziness, acid reflux, stomach upset, inflammation, headache, fatigue. Far more than your seasonal sniffle. Aside from the poor support and backaches caused by my very old bed, I'm convinced it was infected with every allergen and pollutant out there. Finding the main source of my allergies has vastly improved my life. I breathe, sleep, and live better.
Final thoughts are that these are general things that everyone has already heard. But it really is a slow trek towards figuring it out and getting better. It took a lot of reflection to figure out what was not working for me in my life.
Perhaps my hypochondriac ass is dying of some hidden disease, but I'm trying to convince myself that maybe it's a lot of small wrong things culminating in disaster. I'm trying to fix them one by one.
I also still think I have underlying and undiagnosed health issues which are causing joint pain. Although the bed and pillow helped immensely, I suspect there are other health reasons causing my neck and shoulder pain.
Maybe nobody reads this, not even sure it's helpful but I really can't sleep and needed to vent. ✌️
TLDR: tossing my bed basically alleviated 80% of my issues including dizziness. Also, pillows.
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In Jan I posted about sudden dizziness that landed me in urgent care with ongoing test results that showed absolutely nothing wrong with me. I started having extreme fatigue, and ongoing dizzy spells. It was so bad, I quit my job and remain unemployed for 2 months. I am still dizzy today, but a lot better. My revelations:
List of suspects: 1) I am more depressed/ anxious than I've ever been in my entire life. 2) I am in the worst shape I've ever been. My BP is high and so is my cholesterol. 3) Persisting neck / shoulder pain 4) Poor diet, sleep habits, lifestyle choices 5) Allergies
The worst part is it all started in yoga where I'd been trying to better myself. Returning has been sad, I can't even sit and stretch without being breathless / dizzy.
Correlating remedies to the above I've tried.
1) Doc put me through all the blood work / labs which came back normal and asked if it's possible I'm just deeply depressed. Idk what to say to that but I quit my job which was a huge contributor to my depression. I took two months off and spent it trying to fix myself.
2) Exercise helps general depression but tbh, I felt so bad (physically) I could barely get out of bed some days. Slow walks outside and seeing sun helped. Also, temporarily on bp meds.
3) Neck / shoulder pain severity HIGHLY correlated to my dizziness. Meaning the worse the neck pain, the worse the dizziness as well.
I chucked out my old bed and went through two trial runs of mattresses; an absolute PIA. Also, PILLOWS!! My cheap Costco pillows which I actually enjoyed were tossed out in favor of something more supportive. I am apparently the goldilocks of pillows; not too dense, not too fluffy. I spent 1.5k on a new bed and $100 on a new pillow and I sincerely believe this was the key to alleviating my dizziness. Shoulder and neck pain much better. Pillow selection was not by comfort, rather I tried different ones that alleviated my pain. I actually found that what worked for me was not necessarily what I found most comfortable.
4) Poor sleep (ex: me rn) HIGHLY correlated to extreme fatigue and mildly correlated to dizziness. Even if I'm sleeping til noon, I try to get 8 hours. Currently trying to fix my sleep rhythm.
Cut dairy which is large contributor to general inflammation/ unwellness, per my rheumatologist. (Dependent on ethnicity.) Miserable, I miss milk but I can physically see the difference in my skin and how I feel. I drink oat milk now.
Lifestyle wise, I keep a tidier home. I spent my time off becoming a reseller to get rid of all my hoarded stuff. My hoarding caused a lot of dust and poor house hygiene. This helped with better air quality, leading to better sleep and general wellness. Also, making my bed every morning is strangely therapeutic and happy.
5) Allergies actually causes a LOT of unexplained illnesses. I see an allergist for other health issues and it can cause dizziness, acid reflux, stomach upset, inflammation, headache, fatigue. Far more than your seasonal sniffle. Aside from the poor support and backaches caused by my very old bed, I'm convinced it was infected with every allergen and pollutant out there. Finding the main source of my allergies has vastly improved my life. I breathe, sleep, and live better.
Perhaps my hypochondriac ass is dying of some hidden disease, but I'm trying to convince myself that maybe it's a lot of small wrong things culminating in disaster. I'm trying to fix them one by one.
I also still think I have underlying and undiagnosed health issues which are causing joint pain. Although the bed and pillow helped immensely, I suspect there are other health reasons causing my neck and shoulder pain.
Maybe nobody reads this, not even sure it's helpful but I really can't sleep and needed to vent. ✌️
TLDR: tossing my bed basically alleviated 80% of my issues including dizziness. Also, pillows.
2023.03.25 11:09 Tiredworker27 What did your n Parents do to make your life bad?
I lived in the middle of nowhere - next public transportation was 3 Miles away. When I turned 12 or 13 N Parents said: "Well you are old enough - we wont drive you anymore". So if my schedule didnt fit theirs I had to walk on foot - summer - winter - morning - evening. Sometimes I lost like 4 hours of my day waiting for them to finish work because I couldnt stand going on foot the 5th time that week during winter.
Then they would have the TV on every second they were home - loud. 5PM to 1AM. I couldnt sleep - or only after 1AM. So no summer job - it would have completely ruined my heatlh. No learning - or not much. No STEM or anything complicated because I would never have made it in that enviroment.
Basically I was forced to fight at two fronts my entire life. The outside world and home. Most people just have one front - and can relax when they come home. For me it was just the second battle starting,
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Then they would have the TV on every second they were home - loud. 5PM to 1AM. I couldnt sleep - or only after 1AM. So no summer job - it would have completely ruined my heatlh. No learning - or not much. No STEM or anything complicated because I would never have made it in that enviroment.
Basically I was forced to fight at two fronts my entire life. The outside world and home. Most people just have one front - and can relax when they come home. For me it was just the second battle starting,
2023.03.25 11:08 Verrgasm Desperation
My foot pushed down harder on the accelerator as my stomach cramped up again in a painful spasm. I was speeding through a schoolzone, and as a sign popped up on the side of the road clearly stating '20' I snapped out of my desperate panic and reluctantly dropped from '40' down to '25'. Turning a corner I realized to my horror that it was three o'clock, and the street was mobbed with parents buzzing in and out of the building to collect their children.
I turned to look behind me and I nearly lost it, my asshole puckering as I sucked the poison back inside. I was completely boxed in. Another four cars had already trapped me inside. I smashed the horn, pleading with the traffic on either side to budge. They didn't.
After a gruelling seven and a half agonising minutes and a half hearted search for some sort of viable receptacle and something other than socks to wipe with, the blockage finally gave way. The cars slowly began to move forward. Eagerly creeping behind, I saw the problem. Somebody had broken down right there by the school gates, having finally been repaired and sent along. A wave of relief washed over me as I considered the short journey ahead. The Porsche dealership was a little over a mile away. A dealership which had a bathroom, one I'd used before. Afterall, that's where I'd bought my car. They knew me, and I knew I'd be able to breeze on in, no questions asked. A deep growling rumbled out over the radio and I put my foot down again as soon as I broke through onto the main road. Just a straight shot, and it would all be over.
Not a minute passed until I was once again utterly dismayed, near losing all hope; ready to just give up right there and then and ruin a perfectly decent pair of black suit pants and the interior of my beautiful brand new Porsche's two-colour interior, characterized by a perfectly coordinated interplay of colours, materials and individual finishes suited just for me. A red light shone in the distance, and in its wake sat a long line of idling cars. Lesser cars, all in my way. My gut quaked violently and sharp pains erupted all through my midsection, sweat pouring down my back and growing sticky in the afternoon heat. I peeled myself from the smooth-finish leather, craning my head out the open window just enough to get a good shout across and I screamed as loudly as the rapidly building pressure would allow, but once again my efforts were futile.
Another minute, now five since I first stared down the crimson cyclops - FIVE minutes at a red light - before at last I was granted passage as everyone finally moved along. Taking their sweet time, of course. I took the left, screeching into the Porsche customer parking lot. The engine stayed on and the keys stayed in, I didn't even close the door behind me. There was no time. The car was the least of my concerns at that point, there was only one thing on my mind.
Shoulder-barging through the glass doors, it's as if my vision became tunneled as I focused in on that bright shining door located at the far wall emblazoned with the sign identifying it as a toilet. And only a little bit past two rows of Porsche's that were only slightly better than mine, I was so close. An audible grunt escaped my pursed lips. As I rushed past the reception desk, something grabbed me. It was Gina. Fucking Gina.
"Mr Kleinfeld? Hi! Lovely to see you again! There aren't any problems with the car, are there?" She looked concerned on the surface but only about as far as it might affect her status as the dealership's top salesperson that month.
"What?!" I caught myself before I let slip just how much pain I was in, confused as to why I wasn't just making a break for it. "Oh? No it's… it's amazing. Fantastic, even. It's just… the thing is…"
Gina raised an eyebrow behind her thick hipster glasses. Functional, yet chic. Now appearing sincerely concerned.
"CAN I USE YOUR BATHROOM!?" The words piled out fast and hard in more of a shriek than a polite request. Gina took a small surprised step back before replying apologetically,
"I'm so sorry, but it'll be closed until at least Five. We've had a plumbing issue this morning a-"
My bodily functions erupted loudly against my will, interrupting the dealership's most enterprising saleswoman midsentence as a fetid smell akin to what I imagine a genocide reeks like filled the spacious area, floor to ceiling, within seconds. I stood there in shock, as did Gina. We maintained an uncomfortable mutual stare for a moment before my feet automatically began backing away; unconsciously desperate to escape the nightmare on my stunned behalf.
Others began to correlate the stench with my shuffling presence and two or three pointed in my direction, outing my soiled situation to their small groups of co-workers.
"Don't look at me!" I yelled as involuntarily as I'd emptied my bowels as I crossed the threshold back into the lot, my shrill echo booming as everyone who hadn't previously noticed my embarrassment did then at that exact moment. My mind was racing, while also simultaneously completely blank in an odd mix of trauma, shame, panic and despair. My reputation, tarnished in the blink of an eye like my work slacks.
I got to my still open and blinking Porsche, removed the bottom half of my attire and dumped it all right there beside me on the ground, socks included. They were someone else's problem now. With a quick wipe using the discarded clothing I hopped back inside and sped away from the scene, the smell haunting me the whole way like the memory of that day will haunt my every waking moment forever.
An hour's drive home later and I was sitting outside my house afraid to go inside. I didn't tell my wife what happened to me when she greeted me at the front door, balls out, instead storming upstairs to hide in the shower, opting for the inevitable rumor mill to do the job instead. We never spoke of it, ever. I never spoke about much of anything after that…
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I turned to look behind me and I nearly lost it, my asshole puckering as I sucked the poison back inside. I was completely boxed in. Another four cars had already trapped me inside. I smashed the horn, pleading with the traffic on either side to budge. They didn't.
After a gruelling seven and a half agonising minutes and a half hearted search for some sort of viable receptacle and something other than socks to wipe with, the blockage finally gave way. The cars slowly began to move forward. Eagerly creeping behind, I saw the problem. Somebody had broken down right there by the school gates, having finally been repaired and sent along. A wave of relief washed over me as I considered the short journey ahead. The Porsche dealership was a little over a mile away. A dealership which had a bathroom, one I'd used before. Afterall, that's where I'd bought my car. They knew me, and I knew I'd be able to breeze on in, no questions asked. A deep growling rumbled out over the radio and I put my foot down again as soon as I broke through onto the main road. Just a straight shot, and it would all be over.
Not a minute passed until I was once again utterly dismayed, near losing all hope; ready to just give up right there and then and ruin a perfectly decent pair of black suit pants and the interior of my beautiful brand new Porsche's two-colour interior, characterized by a perfectly coordinated interplay of colours, materials and individual finishes suited just for me. A red light shone in the distance, and in its wake sat a long line of idling cars. Lesser cars, all in my way. My gut quaked violently and sharp pains erupted all through my midsection, sweat pouring down my back and growing sticky in the afternoon heat. I peeled myself from the smooth-finish leather, craning my head out the open window just enough to get a good shout across and I screamed as loudly as the rapidly building pressure would allow, but once again my efforts were futile.
Another minute, now five since I first stared down the crimson cyclops - FIVE minutes at a red light - before at last I was granted passage as everyone finally moved along. Taking their sweet time, of course. I took the left, screeching into the Porsche customer parking lot. The engine stayed on and the keys stayed in, I didn't even close the door behind me. There was no time. The car was the least of my concerns at that point, there was only one thing on my mind.
Shoulder-barging through the glass doors, it's as if my vision became tunneled as I focused in on that bright shining door located at the far wall emblazoned with the sign identifying it as a toilet. And only a little bit past two rows of Porsche's that were only slightly better than mine, I was so close. An audible grunt escaped my pursed lips. As I rushed past the reception desk, something grabbed me. It was Gina. Fucking Gina.
"Mr Kleinfeld? Hi! Lovely to see you again! There aren't any problems with the car, are there?" She looked concerned on the surface but only about as far as it might affect her status as the dealership's top salesperson that month.
"What?!" I caught myself before I let slip just how much pain I was in, confused as to why I wasn't just making a break for it. "Oh? No it's… it's amazing. Fantastic, even. It's just… the thing is…"
Gina raised an eyebrow behind her thick hipster glasses. Functional, yet chic. Now appearing sincerely concerned.
"CAN I USE YOUR BATHROOM!?" The words piled out fast and hard in more of a shriek than a polite request. Gina took a small surprised step back before replying apologetically,
"I'm so sorry, but it'll be closed until at least Five. We've had a plumbing issue this morning a-"
My bodily functions erupted loudly against my will, interrupting the dealership's most enterprising saleswoman midsentence as a fetid smell akin to what I imagine a genocide reeks like filled the spacious area, floor to ceiling, within seconds. I stood there in shock, as did Gina. We maintained an uncomfortable mutual stare for a moment before my feet automatically began backing away; unconsciously desperate to escape the nightmare on my stunned behalf.
Others began to correlate the stench with my shuffling presence and two or three pointed in my direction, outing my soiled situation to their small groups of co-workers.
"Don't look at me!" I yelled as involuntarily as I'd emptied my bowels as I crossed the threshold back into the lot, my shrill echo booming as everyone who hadn't previously noticed my embarrassment did then at that exact moment. My mind was racing, while also simultaneously completely blank in an odd mix of trauma, shame, panic and despair. My reputation, tarnished in the blink of an eye like my work slacks.
I got to my still open and blinking Porsche, removed the bottom half of my attire and dumped it all right there beside me on the ground, socks included. They were someone else's problem now. With a quick wipe using the discarded clothing I hopped back inside and sped away from the scene, the smell haunting me the whole way like the memory of that day will haunt my every waking moment forever.
An hour's drive home later and I was sitting outside my house afraid to go inside. I didn't tell my wife what happened to me when she greeted me at the front door, balls out, instead storming upstairs to hide in the shower, opting for the inevitable rumor mill to do the job instead. We never spoke of it, ever. I never spoke about much of anything after that…
2023.03.25 11:07 MacTash25 Uber for an extra $100 per week?
So I’m sure this sort of question has been asked a lot before in this sub, but just looking to get some fresh opinions.
Basically I have a full time job of 36.5 hours a week, but with my fiancé returning from maternity leave and only doing part time, plus the costs of raising a 10 month old, looking at some ways to earn some extra income.
We aren’t in a bad position, but no matter how good you are at saving there comes a time when you simply need to generate more income, especially as our next goal is to buy a house.
What’s everyone’s thoughts on doing something like Uber or Uber eats? I know this is essentially a waste of time if you are wanting to do this as a main source of income, but I’m interested to see what people’s thoughts are on doing one of these just to get an extra $100 a week Or so? Maybe even less.
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Basically I have a full time job of 36.5 hours a week, but with my fiancé returning from maternity leave and only doing part time, plus the costs of raising a 10 month old, looking at some ways to earn some extra income.
We aren’t in a bad position, but no matter how good you are at saving there comes a time when you simply need to generate more income, especially as our next goal is to buy a house.
What’s everyone’s thoughts on doing something like Uber or Uber eats? I know this is essentially a waste of time if you are wanting to do this as a main source of income, but I’m interested to see what people’s thoughts are on doing one of these just to get an extra $100 a week Or so? Maybe even less.
2023.03.25 11:07 vee433 Looking for advice: party underpowered in combat
I've been playing in my first campaign weekly for a couple of months. I started DMing with a different group at the same time, and did a lot of reading for that, so I'd like to think I have a decent understanding of the game by now. The DM of the campaign I play in is a player in my campaign, so I'm aware of how he sees the game. He's been playing for years and optimises his characters as much as he can - not a problem, but it informs his DMing style.
In his campaign, he has one relatively experienced player and three new players including me. We've built decent characters but they're not min-maxed by any means. A pattern is starting to show in the game: we will go to a place, be immediately greeted by a powerful NPC with a job for us, which we will drop everything to do. This quest will culminate in an unavoidable combat that we will struggle with until multiple of us are on death saves, and then the powerful NPC who set us the quest will jump in, instantly kill everything, and then heal us up - end of session. Almost everything in his campaign is homebrewed - which isn't a problem on its own - but from the stats he's shown me it all looks really unbalanced. Everything that he throws at us is optimised to kill us. I don't know if we are meant to min-max our characters back to stand a chance at killing things, or if whatever we do, we will be underpowered until some Deus ex Machina steps in.
This is kind of my problem. I'm not having fun but I'm not sure what to do about it. Do I need to remake my character to the strongest one I can, losing a lot of flavour? Or do I need to accept that with three new players and level 5 characters that we're not going to stand a chance against level 20 enemies and let the NPCs do all the fighting for us? As it stands, I'm not enjoying the sessions. I'd rather not leave the campaign, because it's how I see these friends regularly. But it doesn't feel fun when we feel like we're making no impact on the world. When I've tried to talk to him about this, he's told us to get stronger if we want to kill stuff. But as we level, the enemies get stronger too so they stay unkillable. Does anyone have any advice?
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In his campaign, he has one relatively experienced player and three new players including me. We've built decent characters but they're not min-maxed by any means. A pattern is starting to show in the game: we will go to a place, be immediately greeted by a powerful NPC with a job for us, which we will drop everything to do. This quest will culminate in an unavoidable combat that we will struggle with until multiple of us are on death saves, and then the powerful NPC who set us the quest will jump in, instantly kill everything, and then heal us up - end of session. Almost everything in his campaign is homebrewed - which isn't a problem on its own - but from the stats he's shown me it all looks really unbalanced. Everything that he throws at us is optimised to kill us. I don't know if we are meant to min-max our characters back to stand a chance at killing things, or if whatever we do, we will be underpowered until some Deus ex Machina steps in.
This is kind of my problem. I'm not having fun but I'm not sure what to do about it. Do I need to remake my character to the strongest one I can, losing a lot of flavour? Or do I need to accept that with three new players and level 5 characters that we're not going to stand a chance against level 20 enemies and let the NPCs do all the fighting for us? As it stands, I'm not enjoying the sessions. I'd rather not leave the campaign, because it's how I see these friends regularly. But it doesn't feel fun when we feel like we're making no impact on the world. When I've tried to talk to him about this, he's told us to get stronger if we want to kill stuff. But as we level, the enemies get stronger too so they stay unkillable. Does anyone have any advice?
2023.03.25 11:06 amelia__1__ I'm really struggling with feeling safe to experiment at home even though my family aren't transphobic, and I don't know what to do because that sounds so ridiculous
Hi everyone,
I'm a 20-year-old trans girl living in Australia. Over the past few months I've made leaps and bounds in coming to terms with being trans, and engaging with queer clubs at uni, making new supportive friends, etc. I feel really ready to transition and I really want to start experimenting with what I wear, makeup, etc. (First at home, then with supportive friends / in queer spaces). In fact I'm gonna be starting HRT within a few weeks!!!
The issue is, I still live at home with my parents, brother, and sister because I'm studying uni full time. Now I'm only out to my mum so far, and she's supportive of it. My dad doesn't know the first thing about trans people, but he's highly unlikely to be actually transphobic, probably just really confused and uninformed. The same goes for my sister - she'll probably be fine with it. My brother is kinda homophobic but my parents will make sure he doesn't actually say anything.
My dysphoria is so bad now that transitioning ASAP isn't a choice, but the idea of transitioning while living at home fills me with dread. That feels really stupid, because there are people out there with legitimately and violently transphobic households who have situations a million times worse than me - my situation is really pretty good.
There are a few reasons I find the idea of living at home while transitioning so hard. Firstly, like I said earlier I really want to start experimenting with my gender. I'm not comfortable or ready to present female in public (or really, in front of anyone else) yet but if I lived out of home I'd be putting on makeup, painting nails, wearing female clothes every night once I got home from uni. At home, I can't do that because I'm not out to my dad, brother, or sister - and even if I was out to them, I get a huge amount of anxiety from being perceived. Because I obviously wouldn't actually pass I'd be terrified of the way they perceive me. Obviously that's all in my head but it feels very very very real. It's something I'll need to work through, but working through it feels impossible while I'm in the midst of it. What I really need is my own space where I won't be perceived, where I can just exist, and right now I don't have that (my room is small and anyone could walk in whenever, and even if I had a lock I'd need to leave to go to the bathroom or use the kitchen or whatever).
The other thing is, transitioning is always hard on the family, and I totally understand that, but witnessing that firsthand with no "escape" from it per se is something I'm not sure I'll be able to handle properly amongst all the other stress of transitioning. The only spaces I'm ever in are uni (which is queer accepting but I'm not remotely ready to present female at uni), tutoring (which I'm going to have to boymode in all year to keep my clients), and occasionally at a friend's house or queer bar which is a "safe space" - but in all of those spaces I'm being perceived, I don't have a space to be alone.
I just get really anxious about being perceived and I'm also somewhat autistic and really really need alone time - which I basically never get. I get alone time in the sense that I'm in my room a lot but I never can feel alone at a psychological level because I know I'll always run into family members going to the kitchen or bathroom or whenever. I just feel so bad about this because I love my family, I have nothing against any of them and none of them would probably even say or think anything bad or hateful about me but I'm just so fucked up in the head and anxious and I just desperately want to be alone most of the time because what I need is room to experiment and work out what I want to do with myself.
Finally, I also some have past trauma with my brother having really severe anger issues when he was younger, and even though it's all past and I've forgiven everyone I can still feel the traces of it when I live at home, back when it was a thing I never felt safe outside of my room and the ghost of that feeling is still there a lot of the time, even though it's all in the past and I don't hold it against anyone. But it really doesn't mix well with all the trans stuff now and I just really need a space where I do feel 100% safe and comfortable and alone, because as much as I hate it and feel bad about it I really do struggle to feel comfortable or let my guard down when I'm at home around family (or really, anywhere, cause it's not like being out in public is any better, although it is different)
So I've been considering moving out, but I don't even know how I could do that, because tutoring is too unstable of a job and I'm doing uni. Even if I dropped to part-time uni, where would I work? I'd either have to boymode somewhere, and I don't know how well that would work because I honestly think I might pass pretty well after I'm on HRT for a bit and had laser. But either way, I don't have my degree, and I'm not really sure where I'd work to make enough money to rent a place of my own especially with skyrocketing rent prices where I live. I could live with flatmates but then that brings back the whole issue of being perceived - it's just so god damn difficult that my weird autistic messed up mind can't handle the idea of presenting female in front of other people before I get used to it by myself.
This is all such a first world problem, people have it so much worse than me, but I just don't know what to do. At a subconscious, but very real, psychological level, I just can't relax or feel safe when I'm at home. I've lived out of home before but that was before I felt ready to experiment. Now that I am ready to and really want/need to try out presenting female (even if just to alleviate my dysphoria after being at uni all day) I can't do it, even though my family would probably be fine and even supportive, I just can't move past traces of past trauma and all the distance I've put up psychologically from having to present male for so long, and I just don't want to be exposed 24/7 to their process of accepting me and coming to terms with me being trans (even though I 100% respect that because I had to go through that exact same process).
So yeah I don't fucking know what to do and it's really getting me down because I am starting HRT soon, but until I can bring myself to come out to my brother and sister I can't even present female at home, and I'm sure not going to be ready to present female anywhere else until I do at home. I've thought about asking some of my queer friends if I can try stuff on at their places and I'm sure they'd be more than fine with that but I'm really just not ready to be presenting female in front of anyone else before I can try it myself. Ugh.
This post ended up way longer than I expected so I doubt anyone will read it but if anyone does, is there any advice you think might help? I have no close trans friends irl who I can talk about this stuff with so I kinda just don't know what to do in general
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I'm a 20-year-old trans girl living in Australia. Over the past few months I've made leaps and bounds in coming to terms with being trans, and engaging with queer clubs at uni, making new supportive friends, etc. I feel really ready to transition and I really want to start experimenting with what I wear, makeup, etc. (First at home, then with supportive friends / in queer spaces). In fact I'm gonna be starting HRT within a few weeks!!!
The issue is, I still live at home with my parents, brother, and sister because I'm studying uni full time. Now I'm only out to my mum so far, and she's supportive of it. My dad doesn't know the first thing about trans people, but he's highly unlikely to be actually transphobic, probably just really confused and uninformed. The same goes for my sister - she'll probably be fine with it. My brother is kinda homophobic but my parents will make sure he doesn't actually say anything.
My dysphoria is so bad now that transitioning ASAP isn't a choice, but the idea of transitioning while living at home fills me with dread. That feels really stupid, because there are people out there with legitimately and violently transphobic households who have situations a million times worse than me - my situation is really pretty good.
There are a few reasons I find the idea of living at home while transitioning so hard. Firstly, like I said earlier I really want to start experimenting with my gender. I'm not comfortable or ready to present female in public (or really, in front of anyone else) yet but if I lived out of home I'd be putting on makeup, painting nails, wearing female clothes every night once I got home from uni. At home, I can't do that because I'm not out to my dad, brother, or sister - and even if I was out to them, I get a huge amount of anxiety from being perceived. Because I obviously wouldn't actually pass I'd be terrified of the way they perceive me. Obviously that's all in my head but it feels very very very real. It's something I'll need to work through, but working through it feels impossible while I'm in the midst of it. What I really need is my own space where I won't be perceived, where I can just exist, and right now I don't have that (my room is small and anyone could walk in whenever, and even if I had a lock I'd need to leave to go to the bathroom or use the kitchen or whatever).
The other thing is, transitioning is always hard on the family, and I totally understand that, but witnessing that firsthand with no "escape" from it per se is something I'm not sure I'll be able to handle properly amongst all the other stress of transitioning. The only spaces I'm ever in are uni (which is queer accepting but I'm not remotely ready to present female at uni), tutoring (which I'm going to have to boymode in all year to keep my clients), and occasionally at a friend's house or queer bar which is a "safe space" - but in all of those spaces I'm being perceived, I don't have a space to be alone.
I just get really anxious about being perceived and I'm also somewhat autistic and really really need alone time - which I basically never get. I get alone time in the sense that I'm in my room a lot but I never can feel alone at a psychological level because I know I'll always run into family members going to the kitchen or bathroom or whenever. I just feel so bad about this because I love my family, I have nothing against any of them and none of them would probably even say or think anything bad or hateful about me but I'm just so fucked up in the head and anxious and I just desperately want to be alone most of the time because what I need is room to experiment and work out what I want to do with myself.
Finally, I also some have past trauma with my brother having really severe anger issues when he was younger, and even though it's all past and I've forgiven everyone I can still feel the traces of it when I live at home, back when it was a thing I never felt safe outside of my room and the ghost of that feeling is still there a lot of the time, even though it's all in the past and I don't hold it against anyone. But it really doesn't mix well with all the trans stuff now and I just really need a space where I do feel 100% safe and comfortable and alone, because as much as I hate it and feel bad about it I really do struggle to feel comfortable or let my guard down when I'm at home around family (or really, anywhere, cause it's not like being out in public is any better, although it is different)
So I've been considering moving out, but I don't even know how I could do that, because tutoring is too unstable of a job and I'm doing uni. Even if I dropped to part-time uni, where would I work? I'd either have to boymode somewhere, and I don't know how well that would work because I honestly think I might pass pretty well after I'm on HRT for a bit and had laser. But either way, I don't have my degree, and I'm not really sure where I'd work to make enough money to rent a place of my own especially with skyrocketing rent prices where I live. I could live with flatmates but then that brings back the whole issue of being perceived - it's just so god damn difficult that my weird autistic messed up mind can't handle the idea of presenting female in front of other people before I get used to it by myself.
This is all such a first world problem, people have it so much worse than me, but I just don't know what to do. At a subconscious, but very real, psychological level, I just can't relax or feel safe when I'm at home. I've lived out of home before but that was before I felt ready to experiment. Now that I am ready to and really want/need to try out presenting female (even if just to alleviate my dysphoria after being at uni all day) I can't do it, even though my family would probably be fine and even supportive, I just can't move past traces of past trauma and all the distance I've put up psychologically from having to present male for so long, and I just don't want to be exposed 24/7 to their process of accepting me and coming to terms with me being trans (even though I 100% respect that because I had to go through that exact same process).
So yeah I don't fucking know what to do and it's really getting me down because I am starting HRT soon, but until I can bring myself to come out to my brother and sister I can't even present female at home, and I'm sure not going to be ready to present female anywhere else until I do at home. I've thought about asking some of my queer friends if I can try stuff on at their places and I'm sure they'd be more than fine with that but I'm really just not ready to be presenting female in front of anyone else before I can try it myself. Ugh.
This post ended up way longer than I expected so I doubt anyone will read it but if anyone does, is there any advice you think might help? I have no close trans friends irl who I can talk about this stuff with so I kinda just don't know what to do in general
2023.03.25 11:06 Effective_Worth_8792 Getting really annoyed.
Now it has shifted to the left side and my testicle feels a little harder than normal. Really strange. I haven’t had sex in god knows when and my right side seems to be way better. Got my ultrasound don’t have the results back yet. Fuck this shit 🤣🤣😂either from Covid or the vaccine but I’m over this shit 🤣😂😂😂it’s weird because I did fasting for 20 hours and it’s like all the pain went away. It’s 2023 they need to find a cure for this shit! 🤣😂😂as you see I laugh a lot but I am definitely going to get my Soren count checked so I can pop out at least one kid well not me but the girl I marry or date and have a kid with. As you can see I am in high spirits it’s just fucking weird never had any health problems until Covid and the damn vaccine 😂🤣I still blame the forced vaccine I had to take to stay in the military now no one has to take it. I should of said fuck that and stood my ground. Total bullshit. And I heard some people never took the vaccine and still got this shit. So there needs to be a fucking cure. Maybe stem cell therapy directly into my balls 🤣🤣😂😂
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2023.03.25 11:04 DearestAlex How to maintain French level
Hi all, I'm currently working towards the TCF in June for my work, with an aim of attaining B1 minimum. I'm doing a full time intensive French course, 5 days a week, 6 hours per day, as part of my job. I'm feeling fairly confident that I'll get at least B1, but I'm starting to get terrified that once I've done the exam and won't be doing French all day my level will drop drastically. My job involves going to France regularly, a few times a week, but the level of interaction and frequency of speaking is fairly minimal most of the time. Is there anyone in the UK who can give advice on what sort of things I can do outside of work to keep my french going? I've been looking into local council run adult learning courses once per week, and also am considering an open university degree over 6 years to help me keep ticking along. Thanks in advance!
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2023.03.25 11:00 pendeloqueXo AITAH for wanting my boyfriend to make time for me
I (21f) have been with my bf (20m) for 8 months officially but we were “talking” a few months before that. He works 3rd shift and I work nights at a restaurant meaning I’m working on his off days. I also have another job where I am called in early in the morning and when I’m not working there, I watch my nephew in the mornings. On to the issue: We see each other maybe once or twice every 2 weeks because of our schedules. I was off on a random Friday, which rarely happens, and I told him at the beginning of the week so we could make plans. He told me he would have to see what he had going on that day. Fast forward to that Thursday night and he says he has plans with his friends at 8 and will be busy all morning but we can hang out if he takes a nap and wakes up in time. I tell him that I’ll be free around 6:30 and we can hang out for a little bit before he hangs out with his friends. On Friday, he says we can hang out Sunday instead because he doesn’t feel like juggling plans. We argued all day and both said some not so nice things. He pretty much said the weekends were his time to do what he wanted and if I wanted to see him, I needed to wake up early on a weekday and hang out with him. I’m pretty sure we’re no longer together. I just want to know, was I wrong to want him to spare an hour for me?
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2023.03.25 10:59 disasterexetv Non-native ESL teaching in Asia
I've been living and working in China for about 3.5 years. The constant changes in visa regulations make it hard for people like my wife and I to feel safe here; since we're not native speakers we cannot find good jobs, and the laws about hiring teachers change constantly.
Where else could a Chilean English teacher with a bachelor's degree in education, a TESOL master certificate, TEFL course (90 hours, 40 of which are in curriculum design), and a master's degree in education (in about two years)?
Usually I can cope with the discrimination but now it's just impossible for non-natives to find ESL jobs, even if they don't have a thick accent.
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Where else could a Chilean English teacher with a bachelor's degree in education, a TESOL master certificate, TEFL course (90 hours, 40 of which are in curriculum design), and a master's degree in education (in about two years)?
Usually I can cope with the discrimination but now it's just impossible for non-natives to find ESL jobs, even if they don't have a thick accent.
2023.03.25 10:59 Dad1903 DWT148 (March 25th 2023)
 | Testing testing; check one two – DWT is live once again on Reddit! submitted by Dad1903 to DadsWeeklyTreble [link] [comments] Terrific, terrific stuff THE CONTENTS ------------------------
I - THE WISDOM ------------------------Welcome back hombres ✌️. So to kick things off - an explanation. A few of the more eagle-eyed amongst yous will have noticed a wee switching of the agenda; a wee mixing of the publishing time. As mused there last week - there's been an abundance of duties added to Dads Remit. In other words: A new occupation 👍. Tis a wee smidge of requirement that enforces the even earlier rising of Dad - an indication of the commitment required to maintain pish going forth. Fortunately for Dad but - the first few have proven terrifically fruitful and engaging... to be fair a feeling that perhaps had been laid to rest. No for e'er (hence this happening); but an acceptance that maybes Dads crumbling frame and dilapidating mind, werenae a draw for a potential employer. So Dad took action: the imagining of Dads Aviary for example. Moves made to fill the void with summat poignant - summat that'd fill the bank account with a flow of currency at some stage. No sign of that happening alas... tis a lengthy danger-filled road towards the place to even qualify for cashola unfortunately. Tis achievable sure... just the timeframe is hazy. Henceforth - the sourcing of a Cash Cow Dad can leap up on top of and learn to ride. The box is ticked - the panic (of sorts) can subside - and dreams can become clearer in ones Minds Eyeballs. Realism is a cunt who robs the opportunity of progress all too fucking often sure... takes a leap of faith or two, to properly create an impenetrable barrier around the engine block driving the whole cunt forth. No to say it's the best of the best just yet of course... a ways to go until the feet are properly under the table and Dad can take pish to granted (to a degree anyhow). but for sure - there's a real sense of potential: Dads Banter has already infiltrated the psyches of manys a terrific cunt - there's clear scope for believing pish'll be ok 😎. Dad - whilst a fussy cunt who finds potential disruption to otherwise ok shite - is one of those who can add a good wedge of positivity to any fucking place, should the inhabitants be keen for such a happening. So far so good people - hoo mama 🙌*** No just that sure - the getting to know you chat, has revealed manys a possibility... a route back to music included sure 👍. No summat Dad has crowed about all too oft... mainly owing to the complete lack of prosperity music has provided Dad for much too manys a fucking year. All Dads fault sure... no blaming music haha. But you hit the bumps on the road - you tire of the semantics of bandmates... the reason for doing it is lost all too swiftly. Makes a cunt yearn for a set of DJ Skillz or summat - at least that way it's a journey taken free of intrusion (at least comparatively). Skip forward several years and Dads Bass is nowt more than an ornament, albeit plucked down from its protective case a smidge more frequently in recent times. No to say there was much thought being given to reinstating that urge to get out there and bond with potential jam-buddies. As it turned out - the decision was taken from Dad, instead enthusiastically prospered by others, long since bored at no finding a cunt who can finger the four-strings. Just to clarify: Dad isnae fucking Geddy Lee or whomever... the skillset is moderate at best ✌️. But for sure - hanging out with three or four brethren, meandering our way through the simpler examples of favourite rock records, whilst placing the lips around a glass dick every half hour or so - twas a terrific time 😎. So we'll see sure... Dad isnae expecting it to be the greatest without evidence to the contrary - but there's certainly an appetite for finding out and a hope for it being the case. Reflecting - it's been a shockingly lengthy time Dad hasnae picked at such scabs... an indication of how much damage was done by experiences gone by. Twas all too easy for Dad to let go of such things; partly based on the belief that Dad had evolved in the time and would therefore find alternate sources without too much hassle. Nope. That was the end of the chapter. The sight of Dads old Bass Amp gathering dust in the corner of the garage, covered in leaves and oily substances... it repped a grim evolution. Since - a modest practice amp hath been purchased: a feeling there was that sure - there is a point to uncoiling the stiff medium fingers and using them to vibrate the open drop D once more. Luckily - Dad still has a blend of sex appeal that'll work fine on a stage or suchlike; none of your life crises type shite going on here 🤘 *** So for sure - an injection of vigour Dads received - and as such, the desire to engage hath returned. The introverted and reserved Dad willnae depart for good sure... tis tough to imagine no having ones space to unwind in for several hours of each and every - but there is a spell there available for Dad to shoehorn in an activity or two. By proxy - Dad is hoping the increased level of serotonin to the relevant areas will ease the pressures on the brain and muscles and so on. the aches and pains of age have been a bug bear for a fair old spell now sure... for sure it has felt a battle to maintain Dads preferred ways of livin' (i.e. with a good handful of energy and intensity). As such - it's with a spooky sense of timing all of this shite has arrived... serendipitous dare one say. Raises an interesting point, despite the failings of DWT: is Dad being aided by higher powers, who believe him essential to the grand landscape of entertaining cunts and making them feel terrific? Probably. And for sure - that's enough. Just the chance Dad is helping save lives and draw goosebumps from the necks of several is enough to persevere and believe. Always the bigger moments are noted... those crossroads Dad reaches that always seem to send him down the correct road. No to say there isnae a happening or two that'd maybes have Dad thinking, 'Oops... one is on the wrong route,'... it's ne'er easiness and greasiness every step of the fucking way. But to arrive at the source of light you've been wandering towards for so long, is as rewarding a moment as one'll get. Stick to guns and you will find the purest of joy. Tis a shame there was a scar or two added along the way... but at least there's fodder for enthusiastic storytelling. Learn the value of experience good and bad, and eventually the good will consume most of e'thing. Come what may - Dad'll be ok 👍 II - THE FINANCIALS ------------------------What can we say that hasnae recently been gushed afore... fucking SHITE. You work and you work and you fucking work on a Boat - and you arrive at the sort of assumption that maybes the fuckin g boat isnae worth maintaining... maybes it's best to just stick a rope round the wheel, point it towards the abyss, afore releasing the brakes and watching her slowly drift the fuck away. But of course no people: of course fucking no. Too much blood sweat and spunk has been splashed onto the various surfaces... to turn ones back now: Cannae. So we step aboard again, fire up all the usual pish to keep the cunt afloat - and we mosey on out. This time the harvest weill be fucking reaped 🙌. Probably. Reddit Running Total (RRT) currently sits at -£782.95. Ah no. III - THE DWT STATISTIC COLLECTION ------------------------Welcome to The DWT Statistic Collection 🙌
IV - THE FUNDAMENTALS ------------------------I'm not promoting it in the slightest to be put on; it's purely to be completely transparent about where the beans I'm spilling are being pushed towards – this is after all, a Life Experiment: Can a useless old arsehole prosper under strict weekly gambling conditions? Word of warning; prior to this – not really. The sticky clarifies - but just to reiterate - here's the format...DRS20 is Dads Recommended Spend: £20. This is a lot of money granted - and I would encourage absolute apprehension if this sort of money represents life altering for you personally if zero is returned. I’m lucky enough to be able to afford to lose £20 in a week; but confess that if I got no return for say, 20 weeks in a row - I would likely be without something I value (a streaming service or summat). I don’t take it lightly. Four bets are placed with this outlay: a £5 Treble (DWT) and three £5 Doubles. Generally if two come up, the bet is covered (up or down £2 or so). As of DWT100 - we here at DWT now splash out an additional 15 bangers on the Singles. Regardless - DRS20 remains. I would NEVER recommend spending yet more on this if you have been a regular DRS20 utiliser... if owt - spend less 👍. My gambling prowess is pretty much a joke; so whilst I advertise, I in no way qualify them as a given. I’m a prick with plenty bollocks to spout is all. This is how I frame it. IV - THE MAIN EVENT ------------------------So here it is - the one that joins the more sensible world of reasonable odds and feels somewhat secure in the knowledge that for sure, 150 bangers or so (potential yield) is nowt to be sniffed at: It's DWT148 https://i.redd.it/fyxyqo7uzupa1.gif
10.29/1 we get for this selection – terrific 😎 Over 30’s last week; over 10's this week - a big, big fuck off drop down the prices sure... tis the nature of limited selections and all the rest - fucking internationals ✌️. But with the enforcement of less to choose from, comes a trio of heroes that dare I say it - looks a cert of sorts 🙌. Two at home - all three chasing prosperity of the purest... no manys a cunt would say 'All three'll lose' I reckon... other than purely for the reason it's me choosing them haha - hoo mama. But whilst nowts guaranteed, there's for sure a big slice of belief that comes in the surer waters of 10's... inspiration for the future? Let's see what fucking happens 🤙 DWT148 - The Doubles
VI - THE REASONINGS ------------------------PORTSMOUTH begin the start of the expected new era of success - a team showing real signs of closing down on the cunts above and achieving the previously unthinkable and actually making it to the play-offs... would be some going sure - off the page 💪. Dad has mused oft about Pompey since the arrival of Mousinho, a cunt who has taken the rough talent he's surrounded by and turned them into a shiny smooth gemstone 😎. A home crowd to entertain the day... they'll be expecting clinical decisive action: Dad too by fuck - Dad fucking too 🤘*** CARLISLE UNITED up next - currently enjoying a wondrous run of 6 unbeaten, conceding a piffling 1 goal in that stretch. A couple 0-0s most recently maybes slips a smidge of doubt in there... but with Bradford away and Stevenage at home - they werenae exactly dropping the fucking ball or owt. Needless to say - a trip to struggling Gillingham will more than likely re-open the floodgates... and there'll Dad be, waiting to gather up the high value notes when they fucking do 👍 *** MANSFIELD TOWN round things off - one of Dads Main Squeezes as regular viewers'll know ✌️. Stuttered a bitty they have in recent times alas... eager they'll be to hop back up into the hotseat and regain their composure. An opponent today who hover around where they themselves are in the table - sutton'll have eyes on the climb up to the Special Table Positions themselves sure. But to fuck with that - our hombres Mansfield are a titan at home much the time; beeswax as usual is on the agenda 👊 VII - THE EPILOGUE ------------------------So there we have it – nostalgia, hope and determination all apparent in equal measure. This time we do it right; wind in the sails – and off across the ocean in search of new worlds. A powerful pirate ship hunting high and low for treasures. Raise the fucking flag - the Good Ship DWT is back and ready to provide for its crew. If you play; play safe. DRS20 as always people. Frustration at the amount won, is better than the heartache at the amount lost.https://preview.redd.it/7gsbm8xnzupa1.jpg?width=630&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=35e0cb1b7e205f37db476b3cffbc5be26fd5df6c |
2023.03.25 10:58 BonDummyBon My Prisoners arent working :(
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