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In (49:13), Allah addresses all of mankind, letting us know that we have all been created from male and female, which is the common origin and unity of humanity. Allah further states that He has made people into diverse peoples and tribes, with differences in their races, ethnicities, and lineages. This diversity serves a purpose: to facilitate mutual recognition and understanding among human beings.
People should not view diversity as a source of division or superiority over one another. Instead, it encourages individuals to embrace and appreciate the differences among them, recognizing that these variations are part of Allah's design. By interacting with people from different backgrounds and understanding their perspectives, individuals can gain knowledge and build harmonious relationships.
It also tells us how to measure true superiority. It clarifies that in the sight of God, the most honorable and esteemed individuals are not those with a specific skin color or lineage, but those who possess righteousness, piety, and moral character. Personal qualities and conduct are the true criteria for superiority in the sight of Allah.This is a message of unity, equality, and the rejection of prejudice or discrimination based on external differences.
It promotes the idea that all humans, regardless of their colors or backgrounds, are equal and should be treated with respect, fairness, and justice. It encourages individuals to rise above superficial judgments and focus on the qualities that truly matter.
Believers should value diversity, foster inclusivity, and strive for moral excellence, recognizing that true honor lies in one's character and righteousness rather than superficial attributes. It promotes a society where people live in harmony, appreciate one another's differences, and work together to uphold justice and goodness.

Hello fellow Redditors,
I could really use your advice and insights on my career situation, as well as my desire to escape the cold and find a sense of fulfillment. I'm a 24-year-old with a bachelor's degree in economics and political science, currently struggling to find a job in Montreal. The challenging job market has left me feeling disheartened, and I'm contemplating whether pursuing a master's degree is the right choice to secure a stable income for my future.
However, there's another factor adding to my uncertainty: the cold and dreary weather in Montreal. I find myself longing for a change of scenery and yearning for lots of sunshine on my face. Living in a hot country has become an enticing dream, but I understand that going back to college and doing it in Montreal might be the more financially viable option in the short term (I am Canadian). Nonetheless, staying in Montreal, where the winters can be long and gloomy, is taking a toll on my overall happiness.
At the moment, what I really crave is a change of scenery and lots of sunshine on my face. I dream of living in a hot country, but I'm aware that going back to college might be more financially viable if that's the case. Staying in Montreal seems like the logical choice since it would make college more affordable. However, I've spent the past four years cooped up in my room, and I'm tired of this stagnant routine. I graduated at the start of covid. Since then worked two years remotely and now I am lost.
Considering my situation, I have a couple of questions for you all: What job prospects exist for someone with a degree in economics and political science, and would it be advisable to explore a career switch, perhaps in fields like sales or journalism? I'm open to any suggestions or insights you may have regarding potential career paths that align with my degree.
Furthermore, I'm at a crossroads in my life, not only in terms of my career but also in terms of my desire to escape the cold. I wonder if it's worth considering a change of location and taking the opportunity to travel the world. However, I must acknowledge that I only have $36,000 CAD, which isn't a substantial amount, at least for travel or moving to another country (I might be wrong)I need to know how to spend that money.
My deepest desire is to find a job and a reliable source of income, ideally a remote position that would grant me the freedom to travel and experience the warmth I crave. I haven't lived since covid. Never really left my room. Covid killed me, I am tired, lost. I know I dont want to live in Canada anymore. For me it's my time to move to another country. How ? I can't get a job in Canada, how on earth am I going to get a job somewhere else. What can I even do with a degree in economics and political science.
I sincerely appreciate any advice, personal experiences, or insights you can provide. I'm feeling lost, both in terms of my career and my current environment, and could really use your guidance to find my direction and regain a sense of purpose in life.
I know having 36k saved is a lot for some people at 24. But I need your advice on how to spend it. not for the sake of spending it. How can I use that money to make a good decision about my life.
Deep down I want to travel. An opportunity might happen to me. One way ticket or round trip? Do I come back and take a break in a foreign country. I might miss the routine? Did you ever do something like this.
Sorry if this is long. I am tired. I feel like I am not living but existing + social media is killing me. I will be contact my university career consultant and see what I can do. The cold killed me. Where do I go.
Thank you all for your support and assistance.

Part 1
I took a deep breath before blowing into the little straw attached to the breathalyzer test.
"Keep it going, another few seconds," the newly reinstated sheriff's deputy Randy said from the passenger seat next to me.
Finally the device made a noise and the numbers 0.07 appeared on the screen.
"Okay, I'm good to drive. I'll need to keep ingesting roughly one beer every hour from this point on."
Randy nodded.
"Okay, now you go," I said, replacing the disposable straw in the breathalyzer test.
He blew into the straw and after a few seconds it came up on the display.
"O.16. That’s not gonna do it with your tolerance, bud. I'm gonna need you to drink something, Randy. You gotta be sharp for this."
He pulled out a bottle of whiskey and unscrewed the cap, taking a long swig of it before belching. When I was satisfied he was intoxicated enough to avoid seeing any more invisible monsters, I told him to buckle up.
Normally I don’t condone drinking and driving, even if it is technically within the legal limits, but these were special circumstances. Randy had infected me with some sort of… Well, I don’t really know how to describe it. Ghost virus? Hallucinating monster plague?
I was seeing things in mirrors and reflective surfaces now, just like he had been. It was as if they now served as peepholes into another dimension. Therefore, we had covered up the rear view and side mirrors with duct tape. I had also gotten rid of my aviators, which was a shame, because they completed my whole outfit. I was even growing a mustache to complete the small town Sheriff everyman appearance, but the hair growth on my upper lip was patchy and gross-looking still.
Before growing it, I hadn’t realized facial dandruff was a real thing. Well, it turns out it definitely is.
Sorry, I’m getting tangential again. That happens to me when I drink.
To sum it all up, Randy was the old sheriff in Hollow’s End, but he’d run into some kind of trouble recently. This trouble had caused him to see horrible things which appeared in reflective surfaces - windows and mirrors all over town which had been smashed by him in what I at first assumed was a drunken rage. Now I realized he was drinking to drown out the demons. The liquor made them less noticeable, and less frequent.
“This case has to be connected with everything that’s happening,” I said as we started driving - our destination still unknown. “That man who disappeared. In such a small town, these things have to be connected.”
“Not necessarily,” Randy replied. “This town is weird as hell, dude. Fucked up shit happens here literally all the time. You just haven’t lived here long enough to see any of it.”
I ignored this and pressed onward, trying to get something useful out of the man.
“Okay, you’re not much help. Is there someone in town who is in the know? Someone who can give us the low-down?”
“Well… The only person I can think of like that would be the butcher. He’s sort of like the unofficial mayor of Hollow’s End," Randy explained. "But he’s not exactly the talkative type.”
“Great. That’s something, at least. Point me towards the butcher shop. Let’s go have a chat with this guy," I said to Randy, only to realize he had promptly fallen asleep after his last statement.
I drove towards the commercial district, eyes peeled for a Butcher Shop sign.
Eventually I found it.
*
We pulled up in front of the place and I could tell right away that something was off. And by that I mean there was a terrible smell that I associated with spoiled meat. Something inside the shop was long past its expiration date, and the rank odor was making its way out to the street.
There was a closed sign hanging from the door, despite the hours indicating it should be open. Alarm bells started ringing in my mind even louder than before and I told Randy to watch the front of the shop while I went around to the back.
He was now wide awake again, acting as if he hadn't just been asleep seconds prior.
After knocking on the back door, I tried the handle. To my surprise, it opened.
I went inside and was hit with a knockout punch of decay right to my nose. My eyes started watering at the smell of meat gone sour, the sound of buzzing flies growing louder as I stepped inside the kitchen.
There was blood everywhere - and not just in the usual places where you would expect it to be in a butcher’s shop. It was splattered on the ceiling and all over the floor. There was one particularly large bloodstain in the far corner of the room that was in the shape of a human body, and judging by the deep crimson color of it whoever had been laying there had lost a sufficient amount of bodily fluids to render them dead half a dozen times over.
I heard footsteps from the other side of a translucent plastic curtain which separated the kitchen from the front of the shop. Pulling out my service revolver, I took a cautious step forward and pulled back the hammer, ready for anything.
My heart was pounding fast as I spoke in my best 'don't fuck with me' cop-voice.
“This is the sheriff. Whoever’s behind the curtain, come out with your hands up. Do it now!”
There was an identical sound on the other side of the divider, indicating another gun was being readied for action.
“No way, man,” said a gruff voice on the other side. “You’re not taking me alive.”
My heart skipped a beat as I realized I was potentially about to die. There was going to be a shootout. And a lot more blood was about to be decorating the walls of this butcher shop.
Then I realized the voice sounded familiar.
“RANDY!?”
He came through the curtain and I almost shot him anyway.
“Oh, sorry. I thought it was a bad guy impersonating you,” Randy said.
“So you decided to impersonate a bad guy? How does that make any sense?”
“They wouldn’t kill one of their own, man. Think about it.”
I let out a deep breath and counted to ten in my mind, trying to think of other ways to stop myself from murdering him.
Would anyone notice if Randy went missing? No, don't think like that. Only bad things will come of it.
I tried to focus on the case.
“That’s a lot of blood,” I said, pointing at the man-shaped brownish-red puddle in the corner. “Looks like some bad shit went down here. Maybe this butcher guy is good for the murder of our missing man.”
“Nah,” Randy said, waving it off. “That puddle has been there for weeks. We play poker here every Friday. It’s, well, it would be too hard to explain what happened. But just trust me that the blood-letting was consensual, even if it did get a bit out of hand.”
“I don’t even want to know.”
“Well, you asked.”
“So all of this blood looks NORMAL to you?”
“For this place, yeah."
"And the smell?"
He nodded.
"But I did notice one weird thing.”
“What’s that?” I asked, completely exasperated by this point.
“No mirrors anywhere. There’s usually a couple of them out front in the customer area that are gone now. And he hasn’t cleaned his knives. That's not like him. He loves these knives like they're his own non-existent children. It’s like he didn’t want them to be shiny. He wanted them to stay bloody.”
Mirrors. Glass. Steel can be polished to be so reflective you can see your face in it. Or other things.
“He’s infected too.”
“Yup. This shit’s spreading. Who knows how far it could get if we don’t stop it.”
He held up one finger, produced a flask from his pocket, and drank a large swallow of whiskey.
“Alright, where to next?” he asked after burping loudly. “This was a bust.”
*
We were walking out the front door of the place when we saw a car pull up to the curb. A young man got out, looking like he was in his late twenties.
The car had a company name on the side and I realized it looked familiar. It was actually the next lead I was planning to follow up on.
J&M Delivery Co.
Booze, burgers, pizza and MORE!
Delivering to all citizens of Hollow’s End
(Unless you're a Subterranean)
(No forest deliveries after 4PM)
I read the sign twice and was about to ask the man why they didn’t deliver to the Subterraneans, and who the Subterraneans were, and who the hell would order pizza from a forest, but decided it would be better to stay focused.
“What are you guys doing here?” the man asked, heading towards the shop.
“Hey, Jay. We were looking for the butcher, but he’s gone,” Randy replied quickly. “Where’s Muriel? Maybe she knows something.”
“She’s been gone since last night. There was some sort of crisis and she ran out of the house without saying goodbye. I figured the butcher might have an idea where she went.”
“We were just in there. He’s gone but the doors are unlocked. Must’ve left in a hurry,” I said. “Does she have a cell phone? Maybe we can track her with the GPS.”
“Nah, she’s not really into technology. She has one of those brick Nokia phones that she’s managed to keep alive for twenty years or so, but she leaves it at home most of the time, and the rest of the time she’s at the casino where there’s no signal.”
“Okay, maybe that’s where she is.”
“I checked already. None of the employees have seen her since the weekend.”
It occurred to me suddenly that there was another missing person who I was investigating, and this man was a potential witness.
“I need to ask you about something else,” I said, pulling out a picture of the missing man. “Do you know this person?”
He squinted at it for half a second.
“Sure, that’s John Grayson. He’s a delivery driver with our company.”
“Are you aware that he’s been missing now for nearly two days?”
He hesitated, then looked at Randy.
“Is he cool?” he asked cautiously.
“Yeah, he’s already got the curse. He’s good.”
I looked back and forth between the two of them.
“What the fuck!? So this is like, just a known thing around here? If I stay in town too long I’m gonna become cursed by this place?”
“No, no. No. Well, kinda. It’s hard to explain. And even more hard to explain because of all the weird shit going down,” Randy said. “Now the important thing is this town has its hooks in you. And because of that, you’ll have a very difficult time leaving this place. You’re a part of it and it's a part of you. That's the way it works. One way or another, if you stay in Hollow’s End for too long, you’re gonna get bit by something.”
“I didn’t think it was possible for me to be any more confused.”
“Do you have the monkey paw?” Randy asked Jay, making me even more confused.
“No. But, I’m starting to think it might be the cause of all of this trouble.”
Feeling like I was about to lose my mind, or had already done so, I put my foot down and yelled in my loudest, most authoritative voice.
“ENOUGH!”
The two of them looked at me stupidly.
“Monkey paws? The butcher? Disappearing people all over town? Just… Tell me this is a prank. You guys are messing with me because I’m new in town. Right? Is there a YouTube video being filmed? Am I being punked? Is this a reboot!?”
The two men stared at me a moment longer then went back to talking as if I weren’t standing there.
“It’s definitely got something to do with that paw. The butcher should have just gotten rid of the damn thing when he found it in that shipment of discarded monkey carcasses. Everyone knows monkey paw wishes are tainted. Who the fuck would be dumb enough to actually use one of them?” Jay was saying.
“Well, I mean, how can you possibly know just by looking at the monkey paw that it’s evil? There have to be at least a few GOOD monkey paws out there that grant wishes, right?”
Jay and I suddenly shared a psychic thought connection, and I saw he had the same idea I did, at the exact same moment.
“You made a wish on the fucking monkey paw, didn’t you?” we both blurted out in unison.
Randy looked down at the ground. It took a few seconds for him to confess. When he finally did it was in the most obnoxious, affected, half-apologetic tone of voice I'd ever heard.
“I always wanted to be able to teleport like Nightcrawler from X-Men. I didn’t realize it was gonna open up a series of gateways to alternate dimensions, potentially causing the destruction of reality. That part was completely unexpected.”
It took me a few moments to figure out what he meant. But then it all came together.
“It was your fault! You made me see the monsters in the mirrors! It was all because of you and your STUPID monkey paw WISH!”
“Yeah,” he admitted. “But on the plus side, check this out!”
He jumped into the nearby front window of the butcher shop and, instead of shattering, it rippled outwards from its center like a pool of water disrupted by a stone being thrown into it. He disappeared into the glass and was gone.
The two of us stood there for several minutes in stunned silence, unsure if he was going to come back. I went into the shop to see if he was in there but it was empty.
Just as we were about to walk away awkwardly, he leapt back through the liquid glass carrying a bag of fast food in his hand. The paper bag was stained with grease and said, “KFC” on it.
“See!? We don’t even have one of these in town! I just teleported to Pittsburgh and back!”
The window glass continued to make ripples and didn't settle down into its usual smoothness, I noticed. Not only that, but there was now something moving in the glass. A huge dark creature with long limbs, crawling on six legs. It was sniffing the ground like a dog hunting a rabbit. Then it turned sharply to look at us through the glass. There was no question in my mind that it saw us.
"Randy, did you ever consider that using the powers granted by the cursed magic monkey paw might be a VERY BAD idea?"
He looked at me stupidly.
A strange sound began to come from the glass window of the storefront as a set of huge legs came through from the other side, followed by another, and another. It was an indescribable sound, but if I had to compare it to anything it would be like if fingernails on a chalkboard and microphone feedback had an ear-splitting baby together.
Sitting atop the legs with too many joints was a horrifying creature with a long snout lined with sharp teeth. Odd openings split its rough alligator skin in places, looking like gills, but not quite. Its eyes were black and dull as it surveyed the downtown street of Hollow's End.
After it was through the glass it sniffed the air, and I hoped that maybe this creature didn't breathe oxygen and it would keel over, dead, from the toxic air of our world.
But of course the stupid thing was fine. I guess whatever world it came from had a similar atmosphere to ours.
A second later it spotted us and began to race toward us with murder in its eyes.
"RUN!" I yelled, and turned around to see Jay and Randy already in their respective vehicles and ready to drive away without me.
"Hop in," Randy yelled shifting over into the passenger seat. "Come on man, get away from that thing. Whatever it is, it looks PISSED!"
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In (49:13), Allah addresses all of mankind, letting us know that we have all been created from male and female, which is the common origin and unity of humanity. Allah further states that He has made people into diverse peoples and tribes, with differences in their races, ethnicities, and lineages. This diversity serves a purpose: to facilitate mutual recognition and understanding among human beings.
People should not view diversity as a source of division or superiority over one another. Instead, it encourages individuals to embrace and appreciate the differences among them, recognizing that these variations are part of Allah's design. By interacting with people from different backgrounds and understanding their perspectives, individuals can gain knowledge and build harmonious relationships.
It also tells us how to measure true superiority. It clarifies that in the sight of God, the most honorable and esteemed individuals are not those with a specific skin color or lineage, but those who possess righteousness, piety, and moral character. Personal qualities and conduct are the true criteria for superiority in the sight of Allah.
This is a message of unity, equality, and the rejection of prejudice or discrimination based on external differences. It promotes the idea that all humans, regardless of their colors or backgrounds, are equal and should be treated with respect, fairness, and justice. It encourages individuals to rise above superficial judgments and focus on the qualities that truly matter.
Believers should value diversity, foster inclusivity, and strive for moral excellence, recognizing that true honor lies in one's character and righteousness rather than superficial attributes. It promotes a society where people live in harmony, appreciate one another's differences, and work together to uphold justice and goodness.

I’ve seen a couple posts floating around Reddit saying that Korean “fans” of EXO are justified for repeatedly going after Jongdae and Chanyeol, especially the latter, and they got me thinking. I haven’t been very involved in EXO since 2021 and only recently got back into them like I was before, but even while I was away so to speak, I was under the impression the rumours and allegations had been laid to rest.
Despite people acting like Chanyeol was convicted for some heinous crimes, did SM not sue a person for spreading misinformation and malicious allegations way back when? And didn’t Chanyeol put out a statement denying it and apologizing for the backlash it created for fans?
I think, especially compared to other artists whose scandals made SM drop them like a hot potato, the evidence against him was questionable at best. He continued to be active even in the military and, again unlike other artists facing similar accusations that were factually proven, SM and brands continue to highlight him as a soloist and part of EXO. I’m not certain of this so correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe they identified the man who was doing all this too? If that’s wrong, it’s certainly possible there was an ex-girlfriend trying to ruin his reputation, but why was her evidence so weak and her claims so exaggerated without any real receipts, like in Lucas’ case for example?
My post is therefore to ask why there seems to be such an overwhelming voice on Reddit that believes nearly without the shadow of a doubt that he’s “guilty” when there’s so very little evidence and the pictures that were posted were unconvincing, some of them clearly edited from his own vlogs?
I understand wanting to hold people accountable and I fully participate in that when the proof provided is actually significant/the agency or idol admits to the wrong-doings, but in Chanyeol’s case, I’m puzzled by this desire to believe suspicious accounts. It can’t be because y’all think SM not rushing into a lawsuit is the steaming gun or whatever the expression is lol

I have three toilets in my home. Two of them are basically back to back (yes, there is a wall!). The two that are back to back are stopped up but the tub and sinks in those bathrooms drain fine.
I have had some trouble with these two toilets last year. The person living in the house at the time plugged them up. The plumber tried to snake it but the snake would go down one toilet and come out the other. Another plumber came out and snaked from the roof (no other access from outside). Both toilets drained and seemed to work for a while. A couple months later, they both stopped up again. I used some industrial gel that said it worked on toilets. That seemed to work. Fast forward to now and they are stopped up again and the gel is not working this time. Some things I would like to note. The lady before us may have used “flushable wipes”, we do not use them (we do not flush anything except waste and toilet paper). This last time the toilets stopped draining, there was only liquid (and reasonable tp) in the bowl. The one toilet is a plain toilet. The other toilet is a low flush Niagara. The Niagara cannot be plunged because of how the mechanism in the tank is, when plunged air will blow into the tank. I found a guy on YouTube that has a similar toilet, but his is a newer model and has an easy clip release to plug the hole so it can be plunged. Anyone experience something like this? Advise? Suggestions?
Thank you in advance.

I was doing some work east of the KC Metro this morning on I-70 and on the way back I stopped at a gas station for gas and I noticed an Indian guy in a grey honda minivan with his wife and 2 kids going around talking to people there. I didn’t think anything of it and got gas and as I left they pulled up next to me and asked to lower my window down. He said he was in the area for memorial day weekend, and headed back to California and his wallet either got stolen or he lost it and he needed money for gas and food to get back. I said I’d give him a few bucks but I realized I didn’t have any cash on me. He begged me to run in to the atm at the gas station. I wanted cash anyway so I offered to. When I parked he came up to my vehicle and started thanking me nonstop and offered to give me his gold necklace and he gave me his phone number so he could pay me back. I thought it made sense, since his license plate was from California and he had a California area code with his phone number. He wanted a couple hundred dollars since its a few day drive for gas and food for his kids. I guess i’m a sucker and an uncultured idiot cuz I found out its a pretty common scam. I’ve never heard of it before and it fooled me good. So ig this is for anyone thats never heard of it either and is generous enough to offer money. Also, I have a fake 18k gold chain if anyone wants it

In (49:13), Allah addresses all of mankind, letting us know that we have all been created from male and female, which is the common origin and unity of humanity. Allah further states that He has made people into diverse peoples and tribes, with differences in their races, ethnicities, and lineages. This diversity serves a purpose: to facilitate mutual recognition and understanding among human beings.
People should not view diversity as a source of division or superiority over one another. Instead, it encourages individuals to embrace and appreciate the differences among them, recognizing that these variations are part of Allah's design. By interacting with people from different backgrounds and understanding their perspectives, individuals can gain knowledge and build harmonious relationships.
It also tells us how to measure true superiority. It clarifies that in the sight of God, the most honorable and esteemed individuals are not those with a specific skin color or lineage, but those who possess righteousness, piety, and moral character. Personal qualities and conduct are the true criteria for superiority in the sight of Allah.
This is a message of unity, equality, and the rejection of prejudice or discrimination based on external differences. It promotes the idea that all humans, regardless of their colors or backgrounds, are equal and should be treated with respect, fairness, and justice. It encourages individuals to rise above superficial judgments and focus on the qualities that truly matter.
Believers should value diversity, foster inclusivity, and strive for moral excellence, recognizing that true honor lies in one's character and righteousness rather than superficial attributes. It promotes a society where people live in harmony, appreciate one another's differences, and work together to uphold justice and goodness.

In short words, ever since I was a kid I have tried to avoid trouble by coming up with excuses. If I didn't brush my teeth it was because no one else told me to, if I did something stupid it's because someone else did it.
Nothing major, I wouldn't throw people under the bus I would just say why I felt like the things I did wrong weren't my fault. And if it was something big I would take my share of blame but I wouldn't completely take on everyone's blame.
My mom had borderline personality disorder and used to be very very easy and quick to anger. She mostly let that out on my older siblings and I watched them always getting into fights with my mom and occasionally it turning physical, only being a child I saw what it was my siblings did that caused her to become angry and that was when they held their hands up and took the blame. My guess is it started off as almost a survival technique? But I'm not living with her now and haven't for a few years, in those years I have learnt to take the blame infront of people a lot more and I will accept the blame but in my head I'm still always throwing myself a pity party and making excuses to myself.
I can realise when I'm doing it and I try to fight off the urge but I can't, I still blame other people for my mistakes. What am I doing wrong, how do I accept the blame for myself?
For a short example, a girl I knew was notorious for stealing and lying. I gave her a power bank to use (it was my aunties and I was borrowing it) and then I went to the shops quickly and came back but she had left, I asked her where it was and she said she'd left it for me but she lied and took it. Instead of taking the blame as my fault for letting her take it and not remembering to get it from her before I left, I'm angry at her in my head I keep telling myself it's my fault but deep down I'm just angry at her, she took it, she lied, etc. (It's a petty thing but it's the experience that came to mind) but you get the idea.
I will say to people it was my own fault but internally I'm fighting so hard to not face the truth and I don't know how to just accept it. What do I do?

I know, I know, “use the right tool for the job”. But Canada has recently prohibited the majority of bottom paint from import and desperate times call for desperate measures.
My boat sees water for a few hours max at a time, maybe a couple dozen times a year. A mix of salt water and fresh water. It is trailered and washed with fresh water after every trip. Even before the restrictions, copper or ablative anti-fouling paint was overkill for my purposes.
There are a small number of bottom paints we can still buy but they only come in a small selection of colours. The formulations we have left (apparently) cannot be tinted.
I was thinking of trying out some Interlux Brightside paint as it comes in the colour I need (bright red). I’ve used it before on other projects for the topside and it is relatively inexpensive, easy to apply and looks great. My thinking is that the paint is already formulated to be salt/UV resistant and is quite durable - you can get many years out of it even in “high splash” areas. If I have to touch it up or even redo it from time to time that is fine.
Has anyone given this a try before in a similar application? Or have any other bright ideas? This is more or less the only option I have besides house paint or trying to smuggle
I wish I would have stockpiled some of the good stuff before the import ban came in.

Two years ago, I (29m) decided to end a 6 year relationship with my ex girlfriend. It was the right decision for both of us as our goals and ambitions just truly didn’t align. Yes, it hurt a lot, and there was a lot of back and forth communication between us that dragged on the inevitable. 2 summers ago we finally met up and agreed to just end it and go our separate ways mutually. There were a lot of tears cried on both sides, but it was truly for the best for both of us.
Although this was the best for both of us, I took me awhile to fully get over what transpired. I decided dating someone in this capacity would not be fair to any potential future partner, so I basically exited the dating market until I felt I was emotionally, and mentally ready. When I was ready at the end of 2022, I went on a few dates, and most of them ended with either my date or I not feeling a real strong attraction and parting ways.
At the beginning of February, I was scrolling hinge late one night when this particular woman (25f) showed up on my feed that, for lack of better words, “checked all the boxes,” at least from initial compatibility standpoint. She was looking for a long term relationship, and on hinge you can make a caption of what you are looking for in that type of relationship, and her caption said, “if you don’t know what you want, please stay away from me, and don’t waste my time. No disrespect, just figure your shit out before you approach me.” She sounded like she had her shit together, and was looking for something real, and I took the bait.
We matched basically right away, and from her first message I knew that I had found someone I wanted in my life, romantically speaking. Our conversation flowed so fluidly, and it felt as though we were like long lost friends finally catching up. I had so much fun talking to her and it reminded me what it feels like to be excited to talk to someone, and not just asking them basic dating app questions about their life.
So, within 2-3 days I asked her out, and she excitedly agreed, but there was a catch: she had just got surgery and was staying at her parents while she rehabbed for a little over a month. She said she would love to go once she’s back in our hometown. We chatted for a month, and as soon as she got back, we scheduled a date. We got drinks, and talked for a few hours, and the conversation flowed just as good as it did through text. Additionally, she looked absolutely incredible, and her and I’s sense of humor, and views on life aligned so well.
Dates turned into hangouts, hangouts turned into sex, sex turned into planning for things in the future, and all this accumulated into me developing incredibly strong feelings for her, and her for I (or so I thought).
Then, something that I can’t even fully comprehend yet happened only 3 weeks into our relationship. Her ex, showed up to her house uninvited while she wasn’t home, and posted a 3 page sob/take me back note on her garage door for her to read when she got back. She called me right away when this happened, and was clearly in a state of shock, apologized, and told me not to worry about it at all as this has no affect on our relationship. I told her I believe her, and I am here for her in every capacity, and want to continue our journey as partners, regardless of what was contained within that letter. We could get over it as a couple.
Well, I continued on with our relationship as it was before the note for the next several weeks, and she very much so reciprocated the sentiment with words and physical affirmations.
She came over two Fridays ago, and was clearly distraught as we were just having our normal conversation. She eventually stopped our conversation, and laid it all out to me. Apparently, after reading the note, it conjured up some feelings that she did not know were still present, and she wanted to reach out to her ex to get “closure.” She said that she doesn’t know if she wants to get back with him, but it would not be fair to continue or relationship moving forward as she can’t truly love me until these feelings are resolved. I told her again, that this is something that I will stand by her with, if that’s what she wants. We hugged, kissed, had sex, and held eachother afterwards. She then came over again Saturday, and met all of my best friends. We all went out, and she pulled me back to my apartment for a quickie, and we just sat and cuddled with eachother after like we always do.
She texted me Sunday saying that she still has some concerns about what we talked about on Friday, and wants to meet on Monday to talk things over. Taken aback a little, I asked if we could talk about it that Sunday night, to which her response is “I’m not to pressed about it :)” So again, I thought this was nothing to really worry about. We met Monday evening, and things seemed great, we kissed, hugged, cuddled, and laid around talking about everything under the sun. It was getting late, and she hadn’t mentioned anything yet, so I figured it must not be too bad so I asked if she would still like to talk about it.
She then said something that absolutely broke my heart: “I just do not think we are on the same page about this.” She wanted to meet her ex in person to discuss their breakup and get closure for herself, too which I was not okay with at all. From the very little I know about him, I find extremely weird and somewhat creepy to show up to someone’s house uninvited to deliver a note to them…I was not on board with them meeting. I was so upset I kind of said a few words, and left. I called her when I got back home and we had a 2 hour long phone call. She told me how great of a man I am, and how much I made her feel wanted and loved.
I unfortunately have a really hard time following exes on social media as it brings up old wounds that I tend to forget about if I just outright block them. When I told her this, she really wasn’t on board with this.
I don’t like ultimatums in a relationship, but I laid it out to her: if she can get closure with this guy and doesn’t want to be with him, I would absolutely be willing to make this relationship work. However, if she wants to give another shot to her ex, I do not want to be apart of her life in any capacity. She told me last Monday that she would text me last weekend, or sometime this week.
I can’t take it. I haven’t heard from her, and every fiber in my being is telling me to reach out to her and fight for her. I know that’s the wrong thing to do as I shouldn’t be the one chasing her. I am absolutely devastated, and I hurt just as much, or more than the end of my 6 year relationship. It’s the fact that she treated me so well, she was very open about how I made her feel, and how strong of a connection we felt with each other for the short time we were together.
Maybe I’m heartbroken because I feels like I was led on and used as a rebound for her? Idk I just feel so crummy and want to hear from her, regardless of what she has to say.
If you made it this far, any and all advice will be immensely appreciated.

Hi all,
This is my CV: https://i.imgur.com/13MjmL4.png
I've only had one job which was through the kickstart scheme which was government run and funded, with the hope employers would take on people into work... which sadly employers absued.
So I was extended for 2 months after my initial contract but that is all they could do for me sadly in terms of my contract.
As for work in general since I lost my job, I've been applying for I'd like to think everything and I have redone my CV several times and every job that I do apply for I make sure that it is adjusted as such.
Now I've had a couple of interviews which never went further and got no feedback, which isn't too great but in general I think they were just looking for a more experienced person even though they're listed under "entry level" kind of still boils my blood if I'm honest.
If anyone can help me identify any roles that I can get into fast within Central London that would great, as I'm really struggling at the moment financially I'm not particularly keen on retail though.
Job sites, suggestions on job titles would be great.
Edit: Oops sorry about the title, brain fart.

Hi guys! I’d really like an opinion. I’ve been in an online FWB with this guy for 3 months now and I’m not sure what he wants. One week he is super talkative and sweet the next super distant and not talking a lot. He said “love you” twice, and after I questioned him if he truly felt that towards me he said “not love you like in I love you more like love you as a friend” English isn’t my first language so it made me kinda upset haha. He also call me baby during sexting, says things like he wish I’d be with him so we could sleep cuddling but…. He barely talk about the future with me or meeting me IRL. Did I get the wrong idea that he might want more with me?
TL;DR: fwb keep giving me mixed feelings about what he wants with me. He says things a couple would normally say to each other but barely speak about meeting me IRL.

Hi everyone 🤗
I am at the pole 2 level and got my intercoastal and rhomboid muscles pulled two months ago.
I continued to exercise and go to massage , two months on ibuprofen and I didn't go away.
I had 1 week break and can feel that I'm not hurting anymore and don't need Advil.
The question: Should I go to class again and take it as easy as I can or take longer break and just work on building my back muscles?
I'm afraid that I injure myself again. 🥺
Does anyone know good warm up ideas for the back muscles? Maybe proper warm up can solve my problem?
Warm up in my studio is almost non-existent. (Couple yoga exercises and stretches and that is it)

https://www.visajourney.com/forums/topic/800272-2-marriage-certificates/#comments
The couple is filing for an IR-1 marriage visa.
The couple made two mistakes:

• re-married in the U.S. (after marrying in a foreign country), without dissolving the first marriage
  
• sent copies of both marriage certificates to USCIS
  

Now USCIS sent an RFE for evidence the first marriage was terminated.
Advice from the community was to annul or void the second marriage. Personally, void seems better to me.

Does anyone have any suggestions or knowledge on good ways to watch the final stage in person? I’m going to be there for the finish this year and looking to check off this bucket list item in style.
So far found that there are tickets for grandstand seating, but looking for all good ideas. I’m willing to pay if it’s worth it.
Thanks!

Though I think I played for a couple of hours on my kid’s Xbox once? I have played countless hours of the other Sims games, but none for maybe the last decade. I landed here, no idea how, probably from another gaming community. And have stuck around for the high quality content. Y’all make me laugh every day. Thank you very much, and never stop posting your adventures.

I matched with this guy on a dating app a couple weeks ago. And we really connected we have the same type of humor. He's so respectful. He wants a relationship and not just sex. And it's literally the bare minimum but I feel like I've found something really special. Recently Ive been wondering if I can even handle a relationship right now. Im just beginning to feel okay. I have an anxious attachment style and they're kind of far away. I want to be in whatever this is. I like them. And I'm scared to lose them. But because I'm struggling with BPD and other mental health issues I don't know if this really feels good. It's becoming a catalyst for anxiety for me. And I'm wondering how those of you in relationships balance your mental well being with your connection to the other person? I really want to make this work. I also kind of just wanna see where this goes

I am curious to know what your state requirements are for the physical fitness exam in terms of minimums/standards.
For example: The MCOLES (Michigan) has a male/female divide where male standards are higher than females. I reached out via email because I, a transgender male interested in potentially taking the exam, was curious how they scored transgender and non-binary individuals based on those standards. The response was that they were looking into it but currently they use the age and gender on the person’s drivers license.
Curious about other states. I’d love to know how it is for all 50 states or at least the contiguous 48.
Thanks! (:

I’m 22, living back home, and it’s been super great. I’ve been able to find a lot of stability mentally and financially, and I have been able to maintain a very close relationship with my mom, and it’s kind of a miracle of a transition to experience, considering what my home life looked like growing up. I always joke that my mom and I are the same person, except I got to start therapy at 15 instead of 30. I just know what she’s thinking. But sometimes I lie awake at night and feel like such an asshole. And if there was an obvious way to resolve these feelings, I’d go for it. My dad, currently 52, has had the same M-F 7-4 job for like. Three decades. He’ll wake up at 3am, tinker about with microchips and hobby projects before leaving for work at 6, works at some mysterious tech industry that I have quite literally never seen the inside of (not for lack of curiosity), and come home at five. It’s been like this for as long as I’ve been conscious lol. I just never really remember him being around all that much? I love the man. He is supportive, generous, and very methodical. The guy you go to when you need to fix a problem, or ask for advice. When I was little, we’d just park by a train track. I would draw, or hunt for loose train spikes, while he was just genuinely fascinated by trains, and hoped one would venture by. But as I grew up, those little adventures just kind of stopped :-(
Over the years, he’s lost his hearing, and even with hearing aids, daily communication can tend to be a little frustrating. He admits that they specifically do not pick up my voice very well. I try my best to be patient and all that, obviously this is not something he can help. We go to a couple baseball games a season, but I’ve found it difficult to just ‘chat’ or visit with him. And man, like I love my dad, no doubt, but it’s just like, aside from the general communication difficulties, we don’t have all that much in common. Despite growing up in church, I don’t know what he believes. We don’t discuss world happenings because we just aren’t on the same page as far our interpretations of them. He’s got his special interests but it’s hard to get his focus on much else, though he is amused by my hobbies and antics, and supports them. It’s weird feeling like we aren’t close, because it’s not like he’s done anything wrong. I just don’t really feel like I have been in his world for about a decade now. I just want him to know I love him, through some type of action. Connect over something. It’s like he’s a pleasant, but reclusive, roommate. It just hurts me more than words can describe, and I would hate to waste an opportunity to grow closer with him before I eventually move out again. It’s just felt this way for ages, and I have no idea what to do. Just ask him to hang out sometime? What kinds of questions could I ask him, or how can I just communicate with him more intentionally? How does a queer art school drop out connect with a serious and quiet businessman?