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I have had grays in my hair like 5 years. Graying is increasing in a dramatic rate though. How do I stop it. It really makes me sad to see nearly 1/4 of my hair is white.

So the spring which is inside the brake levers(near the handlebars) that provides the tension for those levers while pressing them. I lost a spring while riding for the first time. Will they have spares for it?
If not, will they make me pay for the entire brake assembly?

Apologies all, first time posting. I’ll try to keep it brief, but give as much relevant info as possible at the same time.
My WH revealed his 5 month long EA/PA DDay 18th Jan 2023, after being found out and cornered by the OBS (OBS and AP were split, but he was attempting to reignite with AP). AP is someone he knew from the gym. They had been talking for 2-3 weeks before things became physical, and developed into a full relationship. He was making excuses to get out of work (he’s self employed) to visit her during the day, would work out with her in the gym, or tell me he was going out late to the gym or with his “friends from the gym” to be with her at her house. I trusted him completely, so never questioned him and so was totally blindsided by his confession.
AP knew all about me, about our 2 children. She knew she was the OW. WH told her things about our lives that are deeply personal to me. She pressed him regularly about what he was going to do about his “situation”. Their physical activity was unprotected, resulting in a pregnancy which was conveniently discovered within days of DDay. This is particularly painful as I wanted another child, WH did not.
It’s now been just over 9 weeks. I think I want to attempt to reconcile, but the emotional struggle is intense. I have always loved my WH, he’s been my best friend. We’ve been together over 11 years, married for nearly 8 years, but the depths of pain I’m feeling is overwhelming.
We are both in MC and IC, and he is trying to put in place all the boundaries I need to try to feel safe. He no longer goes to the gym, I have full access to his phone, location sharing is on. We both thought we were making small positive steps, but this last week or 2 I have just been so down and consumed by sadness that it feels like we’re back to square 1.
He tells me that with lots of hard work, and with all the changes he’s made and will continue to make, he believes we can build a new, better life and relationship. I just cannot see how that’s at all possible. How will anything be “better” when I cannot trust him? How will it be “better” when I will have to live with what he’s done, and how little I mattered to him?
Is it possible? Can it be done? I think I’m just looking for some hope that all is not totally lost

Nine months ago, my (30F) mother adopted/bought a 5 month old toy poodle puppy. It was her (and everyone in the family’s) first dog. My mother had both retired and subsequently been widowed when my father suddenly passed away the year before, and we had been talking a lot about how a small dog would be a good companion for her during this next phase of her life. We had also researched breeds and landed on a small poodle being the ideal one for her. But the decision of getting this particular puppy was still very spontaneous, and in hindsight we were incredibly naive. The puppy showed up on our country’s equivalent to Craigslist. The story was that the owner had gotten sick and couldn’t take care of it and her son was now selling it for her. We decided to go meet the puppy. It was the sweetest thing ever and my mother ended up bringing it home that day. One month later my mother fell ill and it turns out she has stage 4 cancer. It’s an aggressive kind and she has already outlived the statistics. We are not expecting her to make it past this summer. To say it’s been devastating losing my father and then realizing I’ll lose my mother soon too is an understatement, but that’s not what this post is about so I’ll leave it at that.
Since my mother got sick, I’ve been off work taking care of her and living in her house, so I’ve also been raising the puppy. I have no experience with dogs and especially in the beginning I also had very little emotional capacity and physical energy for raising the dog as it should have been, but she’s such a smart and sweet little dog, somehow she has turned out really well anyway. She would make a fantastic addition to any loving home. (The only issue is that we never really got the chance to teach her how to be alone as there is always someone in the house (my mother really wants to be at home and receive her care here as much as possible and only goes to the hospital when absolutely necessary, in which cases I’ve arranged for sitters when visiting my mother). But I’m sure this could be worked on.)
Now to the dilemma. I cannot keep this dog once my mother is gone. The life I’m supposed to return to is just not cut out for having a dog. I have a very demanding job with regular work weeks of 50 hours and peak ones that can reach nearly the double of that. I live by myself in an apartment in a big city. I’ve thought about giving up my career for the dog but I’ve already lost so much, this feels like losing the last part of the person I used to be. So even though it pains me and I’ve spent a lot of time debating the issue with myself, I’ve realized I’ll eventually need to find a new home for the dog. The problem is that the dog has a severe case of patellar luxation and tibial torsion on her left knee. She started limping soon after we got her and it’s progressively gotten to the point where she now walks mostly on three legs. Because my mother got her when she was already 5 months old, insurance won’t cover treatment. I had decided I’m going to pay for the surgery and help her through recovery before finding a new home for her. I was hoping I’d managed to do this before my mother passes. The dog was supposed to have her surgery yesterday, but once sedated, the surgeon not only discovered that the issue with her left knee is much more complicated than expected - so they had to stop the procedure - she also has luxation grade 2 or 3 out of 4 on her right knee (they previously thought it was grade 1) and will need surgery on that one too. The surgeon does say that she can try to fix the left knee with a different surgical technique, but that recovery will be really hard and there is a chance it won’t heal well. And then she’ll still need to have the normal patellar surgery on her right knee later. The surgeon told me that if this was her dog, she would not have put her through all of this, and would have euthanized her, but in the end it was up to me if I wanted to go ahead with the surgeries.
I really don’t know what the right thing to do is and I’ve been up all night thinking about this. The way I see it I have four options. Option 1 is to go ahead with the surgery on her left knee, hope it’s successful, help her through the recovery which will be longer and more difficult than with a regular patellar luxation surgery and will probably overlap with my mother’s death, and then try to find her a new home that will commit to also paying for and helping her through surgery on her right knee. Option 2 is the same as option 1 but in addition asking for even more (unpaid) leave from my work to help her through surgery 2 as well before searching for a new home for her if both surgeries have turned out well. Option 3 is to surrender her to a shelter now and put her through the ordeal of being torn away from the person she has been with 24/7 for most of her life (me) as well as then enduring these two procedures while under the care of a shelter or a new home - if the shelter doesn’t decide to have her euthanized. Option 4 is to euthanize the sweetest little fluff ball ever because of something that’s potentially fully treatable. What do I do!? 😭

My gf and I have been together for almost 3 years now. I love her very much and I actually think she’s the love of my life. There’s only one thing that I absolutely can’t stand about her and it’s how awfully disgusting their house is. I live pretty far from her which is why whenever I visit I tend to sleepover for a week max especially during the lockdowns before. Whenever I visit I can’t help but cringe because of how dirty everything is. She lives with her mom and two younger brothers and they currently have 8 dogs.
Just to give you guys a visualization of how messy it is I’ll lay out in detail what you’ll see on a regular day once you go inside their house just so everyone knows I’m not exaggerating: as soon as you open the front door stench of dog shit and pee will hit you like a truck, their living room floor is filled with it and it sometimes extends to the dining and kitchen area. The sink in the kitchen will probably be stacked with unorganized dirty dishes which sometimes extends to the counter tops as well. The dining table and the kitchen island is filled with spilled watefood debris and leftover food. The refrigerator is unorganized and filled with leftover food that hasn’t been touched or reheated in days. Even the kitchen cabinets and the walls (which are white) are stained with grime/brownish stuff. Once you go upstairs to where the bedrooms are, the hallway is also filled with poop and pee and carcasses of whatever it is the dogs decided to rip up and play with (e.g. comforters, the loofah from their bathroom, cardboard boxes, plastic bottles etc.). The bathrooms (which have no locks and doorknobs) are filled with wet dog fur and random stuff that the dogs destroyed since they like hanging out there. The living room is basically inhabitable because of how there’s constantly poop everywhere and things are scattered everywhere. I also have a hard time eating at their dining room most of the time because of how I can see and smell all the dog shit and pee (I asked her once if they were used to it that it doesn’t bother them and she said yes) . They’d only clean it once a week or sometimes even longer than that so just imagine how much dog shit and pee accumulates. The dogs are also very filthy and are only given baths once or twice a month and I even saw one drink water directly from the toilet bowl. They also love playing around in the bathroom and get all wet and muddy. I used to consider myself a dog lover since growing up, my family and I loved adopting strays and take care of them (I currently have 2 dogs, both potty trained and regularly bathed) back at home who I love very much. But seeing how they let the dogs get so dirty and shit everywhere and anywhere, I can’t even bear to pet them or go near them. They used to only have 2 adult dogs: a husky which can only be bathed once a month apparently and a golden that stinks most of the time and is barely given a bath as well, but then the husky gave birth to 6 puppies which made everything worse of course. Even way before when they only had one dog, the house had rats because of how messy everything was. The only time I saw the house get really clean was when they re-hired a house helper that used to work for them in one of the houses they’ve lived in before. Now that that helper left, everything is back to shit again. Literrally. They originally planned on selling the puppies which is such a relief since there’d be less poop around but then they decided to keep 2 so now there’d still be 4 dogs that aren’t potty trained.
I would always try to help out by doing the dishes, cleaning after myself, giving the dogs a bath whenever they’d allow me to, cleaning her room (the only place in the house I could stand since the dogs don’t go in there when I visit so there’s no dog poop and pee), etc. I also used to sweep and mop the floor before they had so many dogs but I can’t now because I hate the smell of dog shit and pee (my gf also knows this). I don’t know what to feel anymore because even though I am very much turned off from how dirty everything is in their house, I feel bad because I know that most of the time my gf is the only person who cooks and clean in their house. Her two brothers are still young (16 and 13 y/o) and they can’t be relied on much when it comes to chores, her mom is a single mom working 2 or more jobs most of the time which is why she also can’t look after the house most of the time. In our house,we never had a house helper but we managed just fine which is why I was also shocked when I first saw how messy and filthy their house was.
The only reason why I am asking for advice here on reddit only now even though it’s already been 2 years of this is because before, I would only visit so I only had to bear with it for a week max and go back to my clean and comfortable home. However, something recently happened with my family and I (too long of a story to include here) which is why in the meantime I am living with my gf in her house just until I can work things out and find a place of my own. I feel like such an asshole to even complain about this and I would understand if people here call me one too since my gf and her family welcomed me in their home and I know how hard it must be for my gf since she’s currently stressed about college as well. Again, I still try to help out by doing the all dishes everyday, cleaning her bedroom, mopping and sweeping the floor when it isn’t covered by poop, etc. But I really can’t stand it anymore and even if I do find a place of my own already, I know I’d still be visiting her from time to time since it’s always been that way in our relationship (I visit her more than she visits me) so the problem would still be there. Please help me because I really don’t know what to do anymore.
TL;DR: I am now temporarily living with my gf of almost 3yrs. but I can’t stand how filthy their house is even when I try my best to help out and I don’t know what to do anymore.
Sidenote: this is my first time using/posting here on reddit so please forgive me for any mistakes I might’ve made. Thank you

I am wanting to buy a pair of AirPod max but rumours of 2 dropping is making me hold off, do you think a max 2 is on the near horizon for apple, or shall I just pull the trigger with the max now?

I don’t know what it is about it. The sand is fun to play with for any age, the ocean is fun to swim in, it’s relaxing to sleep near, you can find the coolest little stuff wash up, and it just makes me happy to be near it. I can walk along the beach for hours at a time and not feel bored. I was once swimming for over 3 hours in the ocean and I didn’t notice. It’s just so amazing. You would never expect that I am actually terrified of fish

That potential person being my mum.
We lost my grandad towards the back end of 2017 which is when I first noticed this shift in her behaviour. She was just easily losing her temper for no reason. I just assumed this was menopause plus grief for a loved one.
Her behaviour progressively started getting worse. It got to a point about 9 months later I witnessed her hitting my step-dad at the back of his head when he genuinely hadn’t done anything wrong. If I ever mention that now she’s got no recollection of doing it.
I moved out shortly after that so I haven’t seen the behaviour as much first hand. But she’s massively distanced from my grandma who has dementia. Mum also lost her job a couple of years ago due to redundancy and she now barely leaves the house.
But one big alarm bell at the minute in my head, is that mum seems to think that everybody is plotting against her and hates her. There isn’t a single neighbour she gets on with, she’s got limited friends.
But just recently, since finding out me and my girlfriend were having a baby, she’s become really controlling. The main issue is if she comes up with an idea and we don’t go with that idea, she seems to be taking it personally. Like names, or nursery decorating ideas.
Since our baby was born a month ago, she’s since gotten worse. She thinks my girlfriend hates her and doesn’t want her seeing our baby. Which simply isn’t true. Both my girlfriend and baby were really poorly in hospital and both nearly on death’s door, and my mum was fuming that my girlfriend’s mum was there and she wasn’t. She was so angry multiple times about her mother to a point she was accusing her of stealing a baby coat just because it was from somewhere “expensive.”
Now she’s constantly arguing with me and falling out with the both of us because she’s claiming my girlfriend is being snappy and nasty towards her. And I’ve had to stick up for my family here, as my girlfriend has done nothing but speak highly of my mum, but she doesn’t believe me. And it’s upset mum all the more me telling her she’s been a little controlling towards us. My step-dad has also told her but she thinks we’re all ganging up on her.
I’m at this point now where I’m stuck. After studying mental health before now, I’ve had an incline in my head for a couple of years that she could have schizophrenia.
But how do you get somebody who can’t see their faults, to go see a doctor?

Two weeks ago I got a new iPhone, which I set up from my previous phone’s iCloud backup. Took a long time for everything to download but the storage used on my new phone matched my old one, so I have every reason to believe everything transferred over.
EXCEPT for when I click on a contact’s info in my iMessages and scroll down to the gallery view where you can see media exchanged between us, for any contact I see only the most recent images and ones dating back to the beginning of our conversation history. Which means the vast majority of photos/videos sent are only accessible to me now if I scroll back through the conversation to find them. For the people I text with frequently, that’s near impossible.
Has anyone experienced this? Is there a way to fix it? Appreciate any insight.

They are stranded at a gorgeous lake in some gorgeous mountains… there is already at least one cabin built there… This leads me to believe there is other civilization SOMEWHERE near by.
Is it not feasible that Javi runs and somehow or other HE is the one that gets them rescued? The only people that seem to explore the surrounding area are Travis and Nat, and they appear to be exploring at a leisurely pace.
On the other hand, the only reason I can think he might be dead is because there is zero mention of him in the current timeline when they find out Travis is dead… no one says anything like, “oh shit, Travis is dead? How’s Javi?” Or something along those lines.
Otherwise, I think he survives and he’s the one that brings the rescue squad to the team. What do you think? It would explain the delay in rescue. The outside world thought they were dead, stopped looking, and then here comes Javi to fill them in.

So yesterday I went to my local Costco and was walking through the bakery section looking for the famed chocolate PB pie. I was disappointed to see there weren’t any. As in, not even a space where they should have been.
As I was preparing to walk away, I heard a woman near me say to herself sadly, “they don’t have the chocolate peanut butter pies!” I told her I was looking for them too, and she suggested we ask at the bakery. We walked up and my new friend said, “excuse me, I have a question-“
The bakery worker jumped in before she could finish her sentence to say “the chocolate peanut butter pies will be available tomorrow.”
Apparently we weren’t the only members scouring the bakery section for those pies. Their reputation precedes them! Hope they’re as good as they look, sounds like there’ll be a lot of competition to get my hands on one!

Nine months ago, my (30F) mother adopted/bought a 5 month old puppy. It was her (and everyone in the family’s) first dog. My mother had both retired and subsequently been widowed when my father suddenly passed away the year before, and we had been talking a lot about how a small dog would be a good companion for her during this next phase of her life. We had also researched breeds and landed on a mini or toy poodle being the ideal one for her. But the decision of getting this particular puppy was still very spontaneous, and in hindsight we were incredibly naive. The puppy showed up on our country’s equivalent to Craigslist. The story was that the owner had gotten sick and couldn’t take care of it and her son was now selling it for her. We decided to go meet the puppy. It was the sweetest thing ever and my mother ended up bringing it home that day. One month later my mother fell ill and it turns out she has stage 4 cancer. It’s an aggressive kind and she has already outlived the statistics. We are not expecting her to make it past this summer. To say it’s been devastating losing my father and then realizing I’ll lose my mother soon too is an understatement, but that’s not what this post is about so I’ll leave it at that.
Since my mother got sick, I’ve been off work taking care of her and living in her house, so I’ve also been raising the puppy. I have no experience with dogs and especially in the beginning I also had very little emotional capacity and physical energy for raising the dog as it should have been, but she’s such a smart and sweet little dog, somehow she has turned out really well anyway. She would make a fantastic addition to any loving home. (The only issue is that we never really got the chance to teach her how to be alone as there is always someone in the house (my mother really wants to be at home and receive her care here as much as possible and only goes to the hospital when absolutely necessary, in which cases I’ve arranged for sitters when visiting my mother). But I’m sure this could be worked on.)
Now to the dilemma. I cannot keep this dog once my mother is gone. The life I’m supposed to return to is just not cut out for having a dog. I have a very demanding job with regular work weeks of 50 hours and peak ones that can reach nearly the double of that. I live by myself in an apartment in a big city. I’ve thought about giving up my career for the dog but I’ve already lost so much, this feels like losing the last part of the person I used to be. So even though it pains me and I’ve spent a lot of time debating the issue with myself, I’ve realized I’ll eventually need to find a new home for the dog. The problem is that the dog has a severe case of patellar luxation and tibial torsion on her left knee. She started limping soon after we got her and it’s progressively gotten to the point where she now walks mostly on three legs. Because my mother got her when she was already 5 months old, insurance won’t cover treatment. I had decided I’m going to pay for the surgery and help her through recovery before finding a new home for her. I was hoping I’d managed to do this before my mother passes. The dog was supposed to have her surgery yesterday, but once sedated, the surgeon not only discovered that the issue with her left knee is much more complicated than expected - so they had to stop the procedure - she also has luxation grade 2 or 3 out of 4 on her right knee (they previously thought it was grade 1) and will need surgery on that one too. The surgeon does say that she can try to fix the left knee with a different surgical technique, but that recovery will be really hard and there is a chance it won’t heal well. And then she’ll still need to have the normal patellar surgery on her right knee later. The surgeon told me that if this was her dog, she would not have put her through all of this, and would have euthanized her, but in the end it was up to me if I wanted to go ahead with the surgeries.
I really don’t know what the right thing to do is and I’ve been up all night thinking about this. The way I see it I have four options. Option 1 is to go ahead with the surgery on her left knee, hope it’s successful, help her through the recovery which will be longer and more difficult than with a regular patellar luxation surgery and will probably overlap with my mother’s death, and then try to find her a new home that will commit to also paying for and helping her through surgery on her right knee. Option 2 is the same as option 1 but in addition asking for even more (unpaid) leave from my work to help her through surgery 2 as well before searching for a new home for her if both surgeries have turned out well. Option 3 is to surrender her to a shelter now and put her through the ordeal of being torn away from the person she has been with 24/7 for most of her life (me) as well as then enduring these two procedures while under the care of a shelter or a new home - if the shelter doesn’t decide to have her euthanized. Option 4 is to euthanize the sweetest little fluff ball ever because of something that’s potentially fully treatable. What do I do!? 😭

Hi,
I got my hands on a HP ProLiant DL380 Gen9 which I try to use as my primary Proxmox Server.
My problem is that I didn't get the Storage to bring a good performance... I am very sure it is due to lag of knowledge on my side with this kind of Hardware. So, I hope that someone here could give me a helping hand :)
Storage Specs:
Smart Array P440ar in Slot 0 (Embedded)
1x 146 GB HDD -> HP EH0146FBQDC
7x 480GB SSD -> Samsung VK0480GEPQP
Smart Array P440 in Slot 1
1x 146 GB HDD -> HP EH0146FBQDC
7x 600 GB HDD -> HP EG0600FCVBK
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The 146GB HDD's are configured as single Raid 0 device and used as root disks with an ZFS on it.
At the moment this is also done with all of the HDD and SSD which were then used in two RaidZ2 ZFS pools (one with the SSD's the other with the HDD's) which brings on the SSD pool a write speed of 4MB/s HDD pool near the same (see screenshot from SSD pool while copy disk of an VM to it)
https://preview.redd.it/2fbkbpugzupa1.png?width=735&format=png&auto=webp&s=8ea504bdc2ed7c35b1a01f3da19a6af62d4449b8
Before I used the Hardware Raid Controller with a Raid 6 and LVMThin but with this config the complete system got unresponsible if I moved a VM disk from one to the other Pool for 1-3 hours (disk size 30GB) till the move was done.
The Hardware was working fine with a Hyper-V Server on it before I got it. but is had a weird Raid config on it so I started from scratch without note done the old config for comparison (bad idea).
At the moment the HDD Pool is empty, so I am happy to test every setup/config. Goal is a decent performance with a 2 Disk redundancy.
Thanks in advance for any help

F22 m23. He got a job in a different city 45 minutes away and about 2 weeks into it things just have felt off. Been together a year currently pregnant with his twins and live with him n his mom.

1. I know he multiple Snapchats 2.he used to be like a bunny rabbit and easily erect now he's never in the mood unless I feel like it's pity sex cause I complained.

3 .he started his job and now is high 24/7 . 4.his job closes at 4 but sometimes he doesn't get home until 6:30 frequently
4.if I stand near his phone when he's texting he gets very irritated 5.he came home his belt was unbuckled today. 6.i tried initiating a bj tonight, he said no no he doesn't want it after I had put my mouth on it. His dick literally left a weed taste in my mouth. It's never done that before he used to get hard when I started sucking, he didn't. I smelt fishy on his dick to.
5.everyday there's a excuse why he got home late "somebody's tire flew off on the interstate" "I had to help someone fix a flat"
Affection is eh.. it's like he doesn't hear me talk. He's always high when he's home and on his phone playing games or watching videos .
One day he just said he smoked weed with his friend Larry for an hour and a half in the parking lot. I've met Larry. Bad people. Tonight I accused him at one point he got so mad he put his hands on my throat choking, saying I didn't fuck anyone else. I just have this feeling. I have his phone password but obviously he could delete stuff I don't know his other Snapchats though. He's lied to me before. He's good at lying. But seriously why did his dick taste like weed lol.. The sex is sooo completely different since he started his job. I never see his money either and we have two babies on the way..
Tonight he was unexplainably angry and going to his car to text. He said things like "I can't believe I'm dating you"but is sweet later.
In his room, after we fuck he uses a paper towel to wipe off, throws it on the floor after so there's just cum paper towels spread out.. unless I clean it .. but I was in his car, (tonight he was protective over) and one time about a week ago I was trying to help him clean his awful messy car while waiting in it and noticed a bunch... Bunch of paper towels just spread out . One was really slimy. It was gross. I didn't say anything. He came home today and had bought me my favorite drink, he never does that. his mom visited him at work today and said he seemed very "flustered" she asked me if I wanted ride with her maybe she knows something? He bought himself new shoes lol irrelevant but he was serious about it
Tonight after I told him his dick smelt like fish he said "say it just say it"
He used to shower once a week, now he gets up every morning before work and showers.
If I wear makeup for him he's like 'who are u wearing that for '
He was talking to girls while I was in jail so I know he's attention seeking
He says he will call me on his break but like today, he didn't he said he would. I called him when I knew he was on it, no answer..
He said he had a very bad day at work today
Should I suprise him at work tomorrow?

Author's Note:
Hi everyone, I'm so excited to announce the remastered version of "The Devil Assured Me". In celebration, I've decided to publish the first chapter also here on the HFY sub-reddit. If you wish to show me some support, please check out the story on Tapas, and consider following me there. I really appreciate your support!
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Story blurb:
Step into the year 1827 and enter the tumultuous life of Dante, a young victim of the working class, struggling to make ends meet through child labor. Discrimination and hardship have cultivated a deep-seated hatred within him, not just for his own circumstances, but for the entire social class that suffers alongside him.
As fate would have it, a tragic incident brings Dante to the brink of death, where he meets the Devil and pleads for a chance to change his life. Upon waking in a decrepit hospital, Dante's life seems to have taken a positive turn. However, his path takes a dark and twisted turn when he enters Dennis' manor and uncovers the true reason behind his encounter with the Devil.
But this is not just Dante's story; it's a tale of characters with their own distinct views on life, each struggling to succeed in their personal endeavors. The story delves deep into the themes of tragedy, violence, and discrimination, and challenges the reader to question their own perceptions of society.
Prepare to be drawn into a world of gripping narrative, powerful characters, and thought-provoking themes that will leave an indelible mark on your mind.
Chapter 1 - A Beautiful Dream
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“…..”
“It has been quite a while since we last encountered, has it not?”
“…..”
“You don’t wish to talk?”
“…..”
“You’re left with nothing, but a mere illusion of emptiness, how will you persist, having discovered the truth? He awaits You. Do you bear a grudge against Him, or do you understand His deeds?”
“…..”
“After all, you did not choose this path, or did you?”
“…..”
“It is high time for you to return to slumber, for you cannot foresee your own future, but you know that by now, right?”
“…..”
“Goodbye, Vincent, but bear in mind…”
“Never lose your faith.”
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"Dante... Dante..., Dante!"
Gasp, "Mother..."
"It is time to wake up, Dante..."
I had experienced such a delightful dream, however, reality has once again dealt me a harsh blow. My parents' endeavors to provide for our household are meager, and residing in a cramped and dilapidated cottage, I was awakened to prepare for my daily labor.
I am Dante, a 16-year-old boy, residing with my two younger sisters and one younger brother, and both of my parents, in the rural outskirts of Castle Combe, England. The year is 1827. Our family is impoverished, subsisting on the brink of destitution in our humble abode, relying on the proceeds of my father's fishing and the limited bread we can afford through the labor that both my father and I undertake.
As the eldest, I have always shouldered the responsibility of caring for my siblings.
My father is a fisherman and also toils in the same factory as I. We are the primary sources of income for our household, while my mother, suffering from a debilitating condition, oversees the children, and manages to prepare meals and attend to the basic needs of my siblings.
As I groggily extricated myself from my bed, my father, attired in his work attire, wore a perpetual expression of gravity, his black hair tied in a brown cord, his gaze fixed upon me...
"Are you gonna sit there and watch me? Get up!"
I had not realized it, but my body felt as if it were on the brink of collapse. The rigors of labor have taken their toll on me. Six days every week. I felt so fatigued...
"Father, I am not feeling well..."
My father's anger was immediately aroused upon hearing my despairing words. He approached me, seized my emaciated arm, and dragged me from my bed. As I fell to the ground, my head began to spin.
I remained with my head resting on the floor, my father's shouts ringing in my ears.
"Get up or else you will be sleeping in the woods again!"
My mother attempted to placate him, but to no avail, he pushed her away. I ponder what has caused this sudden change in him.
We once lived in a slightly larger cottage, but unfortunately, the land on which it stood was requisitioned to build the factory where my father and I now labor. We were evicted and spent months as homeless individuals, until fate smiled upon us and we discovered this small cottage, which now serves as our home. Sadly, it came with a grueling and perilous lifestyle. It has been five years since we were evicted, the factory was completed two years later. Shortly thereafter, boy children living below the poverty line aged 13 or older were conscripted to work at the factory.
We are viewed as mere expendable laborers, and who can blame them, they hold the power. And where else can we go, we are of no use to anyone other than as manual laborers. None of us have any formal education either. It is a lamentable state of affairs.
I have been employed at the factory for over three years now.
My vision began to blur, but I mustered the strength to hoist myself upright and don my work clothes. It still pains me to see how my father has become so abusive in recent years. I often ponder, "I strive to the best of my ability to not disappoint my family, yet I am treated in this manner. Why...?"
I only had the opportunity to imbibe a small amount of water before my father ushered me out of the cottage, and I had yet to bid farewell to my sisters.
"Don't make me go late, son. You will be dead if we are."
I am surprised that I am able to remain upright, without the support of my father, I fear I would have succumbed to collapse. I can only pray that someone will display benevolence and provide me with something to relieve my grogginess or any other means to achieve the same end.
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Upon our arrival at the factory, a cutting-edge knife manufacturing facility established by a benevolent organization, I had formed a few acquaintances. Among them, one individual stood out to me. I had never disclosed my domestic plight to him, yet he seemed to be cognizant of it. He consistently made efforts to look after me.
He exuded an air of jubilance, and like myself, he was of humble means. Despite the harsh winter weather, he persistently wore his work clothes, a sight that caused me much sorrow as I knew he did not possess a coat. As a result, I had resolved to save a minuscule amount of money, with the intention of purchasing him a modest but durable coat when winter arrived. Fortunately, it is currently autumn. His name is Thomas.
My colleagues and friends often likened Thomas and I to the Sun and Moon, with Thomas being the embodiment of brightness and myself being the embodiment of melancholy. I cannot fault them for this perception, as I do possess a penchant for a melancholic disposition. I had even considered cutting my long black hair in an attempt to alter their perception, despite my personal inclination towards it.
My role at the factory primarily involved honing the knives crafted by the older workers. The task could become quite arduous as we were not provided with gloves and were required to perform our duties with bare hands. The heat was a constant affliction, but one becomes accustomed to it over time.
My father and I would separate after signing in at the administration room. I would proceed to my designated work area, while my father would depart. Thomas, however, would always await me in the administration room, at the opposite end of the hallway.
"Top of the morning Dante! Had a good sleep?"
(As boisterous as ever... A perfect substitute for a cup of coffee, his energy alone is invigorating...)
"Yes, I've been okay."
Thomas approached me and ruffled my hair, (great. Now it's disheveled again...)
"Lookin a little pale today mate, you sure you're... okay...?"
He forgot I was with my father, as I mentioned earlier, it seemed as if he were privy to my domestic circumstances. He raised his gaze and saw my father glaring at him.
"Good morning mister Porter! Let's make it a good day today alright!"
He attempted to greet him cheerfully, only for my father to leave an awkward silence as he walked away without a word.
My other friends arrived as well, we were a group of four individuals. We had all met each other at the inception of the factory. I could say that we had grown quite close to one another, even my reticent self had warmed up to them, it was a pleasant feeling to say the least.
Me, Thomas, Okabe, and Gabriel. Okabe's parents were foreigners, hailing from the distant country of Japan. However, Okabe had been born here.
He was not well-versed in the customs of his motherland. He and Gabriel possessed a more relaxed disposition. Both of them were not as impoverished as Thomas and I, yet were still of modest means to be working at the factory. They both had the opportunity to attend school, a privilege that I envied. I am certain Thomas did as well.
Gabriel was the tallest among us, he also possessed the most striking visage. It was sometimes difficult to reconcile that he lived a life of poverty. He possessed all the desirable attributes, with his beautiful short-cropped blonde hair, hazel blue eyes, and well-proportioned physique.
Okabe was the shortest among us, he also commonly donned his work clothes, almost as frequently as Thomas did. He often bore a relaxed expression on his face and was never reticent to engage in conversation. He bore a visible scar on the right side of his face, and he would become hostile whenever anyone inquired about it.
Thomas was our jester, it still befuddled me how he and the others were able to maintain such a positive disposition. I would constantly observe them at the workplace, and it was astounding to me that they were able to laugh and jest while we worked. Thomas was almost as tall as Gabriel, he had freckles on his face, green eyes, and ginger hair color. He often had his hair tied back.
Then, there was me. Compared to my contemporaries, I appeared to be the most unwell. I donned larger-sized garments to obscure my gaunt physique. Though I was unable to conceal my emaciated visage from the others, it was a small price to pay. My dark brown eyes did not lend themselves to an appearance of vitality.
"You sick or something? You're looking so pale, did you have breakfast?" Gabriel inquired.
I ignored Gabriel and cast my gaze upon my father, who was already occupied with his work.
"No..."
Gabriel reached into his satchel and procured a substantial piece of cinnamon-sugared bread, which he offered to me.
"Work this down, I also have some water for you. We have some time before we go work anyway."
I was relieved to have something to eat for breakfast, as I had gone nearly two days without sustenance. I was famished...
We engaged in idle chitchat, with Thomas regaling us with his fantastical tales, as was his wont. He frequently related the dreams he had recently experienced.
But all good things must come to an end, and it was time to commence work. Thankfully, it was also a Saturday, so we did not have to labor on Sundays, which was the day I finally got to rest.
.....
We got to take a little breath, for 30 minutes. We sat together at a table outside, and they all brought food with them. However, I did not have anything with me. I surmised that we only had enough food to eat before nightfall, and nothing to bring with us for the day. I should suggest to my father that we should endeavor to go hunting sometime. We live in close proximity to nature, after all.
(Where even is he? Should he not be here...)
I observed my father indulging in a hearty meal of meat and bread with his colleagues. Lucky him...
"What are ya dozing off for Dante?" Thomas queried.
I shrugged it off, shaking my head, it was nothing, I was accustomed to this, anyhow. My friends most likely did not have enough to share, anyhow, so I would let them be.
"Oh, it's nothing, perhaps I did not sleep enough."
To my surprise, Thomas handed me a piece of bread.
"Here ya go, fella! Chomp it down, you bony vessel."
I supposed it was my lucky day, today.
"Thank you."
We continued our banter, and Gabriel made an unusual comment about me.
"Do you guys not think Dante's vocabulary is so different from ours?"
"Oooh, yeah! He talks like those noble squirrels!" Thomas replied.
Even Okabe silently nodded in agreement. Me, being compared to nobility? What a jest.
"Oh please friends."
"Hey, why not go out together tomorrow? Go in the woods, the cities, steal some food for ourselves, ya?" Thomas proposed.
"But tomorrow is resting day, you know that. Stores are most likely closed on Sundays." Okabe responded.
Gabriel insisted on Thomas his idea, "Let's try it okay? We come here at noon, at the front gate. Is that okay?"
We eventually came to an agreement to venture out together the following day. The only issue was our parents...
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The day had come to a close. I returned home with my father, it was always a comfort to be reunited with my family, who were all in good health. My mother was engaged in preparing a meal, and my younger brother greeted me with enthusiasm, having evidently missed me greatly.
"Dante! Hey, Papa!"
"Hello, Noah. Have you been good?"
"Yes, Dante! I help mommy!"
I assumed my sisters were asleep, but Mother noticed our return. My father had gone to their bedroom, leaving me with Noah and Mother.
"Hello, honey. How was work?"
"It was okay, Mother. I feel a little better, too."
"Oh! I made some tea that might help you feel even better!"
She poured me a cup of tea made from simple ingredients like herbs, plants, cinnamon, and sugar. It was the best tea I had ever tasted, and I felt a sense of pure euphoria with my first sip.
"Where did you get this from, Mother?"
"I made it myself, dear."
"I really like it, Mother. I would love to have more."
"I'm so glad you do. Change into your nightclothes, and let's relax before bed."
I changed and came back downstairs to spend time with my family. My father was engrossed in a book and not inclined to converse with us. Eventually, I retired to my bedchamber, gazing at the beautiful night sky…

Hi, so I just picked up a Yashica FR on the used marked. It should arrive somewhat around next week. I would like to order a battery for it as well so that I can use/test it right away. I read online that for the FR the PX28 battery’s should fit. But I can’t find those in stores near by, only online in Amazon from (at least to me) unknown brands. I don’t want to put a „bad“ battery in my device that might leak or damage the device. I read that 4x LR44 battery’s should fit as well. These are much easier to get. Does anyone know which battery I should get? Thanks!

As i am very in to Eink devices i was looking forward to Kaleido 3 these days and on Youtube it seems that Good E-Reader is one of the only channels with up-to-date videos about new Eink Devices, which is a good thing i thought.
They released quite a few Videos about Gallery 3 and Kaleido 3 / Kaleido 2 in the past days.
I saw that there are many comments just gone after a short period of time which are mentioning several stuff about that the Videos are most probably faked in a way that gallery 3 looks best and kaleido 3 looks pretty bad.
To clear things up, here are some examples:
Overall there are 2 things you can do to get a better screen quality: 1. The screen brightness and the combination from warm/cold light 2. The "eink center" settings with dark enchanhement, color brightness etc (they using mostly BigMe Devices
This is a video about Kaleido 3 vs Gallery 3
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LdK_ZWZLa9A
directly in the image in the video preview and at 4:30 you can see a picture with a lot of red. In the Kaleido 3 device there is nearly no red as it is very dark, looks more like grey. At 4:47 he is showing the Eink Settings and of course the Gallery 3 Device is set to "Dark Enhancement 0" and the Kaleido 3 device to 10 If i set that value to 10 on my Kaleido 2 device, i dont have any colors left anymore. Of course he is not reducing this value, just increasing it. In the next "test" image at 6:42 the dark enhancement is set to an extreme value of 35 [they seriously think all people are completely stupid it seems] - while the gallery 3 device is still on a recommended value of 0.
At 1:30 and 1:56 its getting really interesting. They using a stupid dark enchantment value of 27 but they are switching from HD mode to Extreme mode on the Kaleido 3 device. In the Extreme Mode the dark enchantment is not working like in HD mode. If you look at the chrome icon at 1:30 (HD) and 1:56 (Extreme) you will see that it looks much much better in "extreme" mode as the colors are not completley destroyed by that studied dark enchantment of 27 - with the correct settings the colors would look way way better in HD mode.
There are much more new videos i found even more inconsistencies especially in the so called "comparison" of many (color) eink devices "https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NW6WUOjACC0&t=280s"
the Kaleido 1 looks even better then kaleido 3 in this video. Funny thing is, that in the old (5 to 11 Month old) Videos of Good E-Reader, when they didnt had any branded Gallery 3 devices, kaleido 3 looks so incredible good and now it looks more black/white then colorful
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Overall i think, "Good E-Reader" is planning every step in their videos - they are in eink business a very long time and they know exactly that they using wrong settings.
For me the conclusion with that assumption is, that they doing it on purpose.
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They like the people to buy their branded Gallery 3 device and not the Kaleido 3 device.
Hopefully people are not buying this scam videos.
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I ordered kaleido 3 already and can upload some realistic pictures.
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Why are they doing it? Was it always like that with Good E-Reader?

Hey friends,
Just after some advice on improving my scent/smell.
I don't have any BO issues (as far as i know), im quite lean, don't sweat excessively, don't have much body hair, shower daily, rarely eat strong flavors (like onion, garlic, etc), however i'm looking to improve my everyday scent, and feel a bit cleaner every day.
I just notice there are some guys who always seem to smell good whenever i cross paths with them (few guys at work). - I use deodorant (used to use Antiperspirant but the alcohol in it kept destroying the armpits of my shirts) and aftershave/cologne every morning before work but feel like it doesnt last long at all (or cant be picked up by anyone near by). - I walk about 15 minutes to my office (brisk, fast paced walk including a hill) which gets me sweating a little bit by the time i start work and i always feel a little gritty/dirty by this point. - We have a cologne spray in the mens bathroom which i use but after 15 or 20 minutes i barely notice it on myself (so assumes others wouldn't either).
Any tips, advice or guidance to smelling good throughout the day? Thanks!

I just recently met my dad for the first time since i was four, it’s only my second time with him now, im a minor. I’m not sure wether if not these things should worry me or not so i’m asking here. Sorry if it’s the wrong flair, but anyhow. It’s a 3 hour drive from moms to dads house. We had to stop at a motel on the drive there because of the heavy rain, my dad laid in bed with me, which didn’t bother me since i lay with my parents as i’m an affectionate-ish person, he wrapped his arm around my stomach. which again, i was fine with since i thought it was just affection and he missed me. I started to get uncomfy when he started putting his hand near my crotch area. Thinking he was just tired and didn’t realize his hand was on my stomach anymore, i got up to go to the bathroom in hopes he’d just put his hand back on my stomach. When i got back he put his hand back near my crotch. After a bit he put his hand on my thigh and rubbed it. I was uncomfortable, but i didn’t want to rush to conclusions. I fell asleep for a while. I woke up around 3am, his hand now right on my crotch, moving his finger on it. Luckily the rain had stopped so we left there. But now i’m not sure what to think i don’t want to rush to conclusions. Anyone have advice?

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…

Introduction

Well hello there! (General Kenobi!). I'm Snoky also known as you'll find out when we get to know eachother
I’m a 25 year old English/Norwegian guy from the U of K! I currently work in the IT Sector within the Local Government and my god I forgot how hectic the public sector was after i left it roughly 4 years ago. I did indeed have quite a shock coming back 😅
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Apperance

I'm on the bigger side but am looking to get that changed with some help due to i'm not very happy with the way thing's are currently. Minus that I'm 6'1/6'2, depends on which doctor you ask! I have short-ish hair dark blonde hair? I think? I'm not very good with colors so you'll have to tell me whenever we decide to exchange pictures.
Which i will be more than happy to exchange later on once we get to know eachother!
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Main Intrests/Hobbies

My main interests are either playing games with some friends on the PC, studying for future certifications and mainly what I do after work just kicking back and watching whatever random things I can find on YouTube (I aren’t a big TV person). I used to watch a lot of anime but I tend to drop out of it for a year and then I get back in to it then I lose interest again heh, it’s just a thing that I’ve been doing for years on end.
I am somewhat in to movies but I haven’t really properly watched any within the last year or so but if I was to give a rough genre, I’d say dark-ish movies with a grabbing story i.e. DC films and a here and there Marvel film (IW ftw!) I much more prefer it when the bad guy gets the upper hand and basically wins as close to that of Thanos basically.
My main music choices? Everywhere and everything. If my ears like it, then chances are I’ll most likely like it. I’d write down all the artists I follow right now but trust me it’d take too long to go over so it’d probs better to just share my Spotify playlist lmao. But to give a quick sum up I’d say its more around mixed genre, alt-rock basically.
I do also write my own stuff as well, but again like anime I do it for like 6 months then stop, then start a year later so eh it’s a pretty hit and miss hobby for me 😅
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Future Prospects?

As mentioned in my apperance section i'm in the process of trying to get fit with weight loss as I’m not very happy with how I am at the moment especially when it comes to health after a incident a few years ago but that’s neither here nor the future as I’m looking to change it with the help of the NHS and people around me. I'd be more than happy to join forces together with someone who's trying to do the same thing!
I currently own my own company which is currently under going some development but hasn't actually started as of yet (still looking in that area) but it will get there at somepoint!
Alongside my own company I’m also undergoing a project with a close friend of mine that we’re trying to pursue which is actually happening alongside the org itself so it's all looping togetherslowly but surely.
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What am i looking for?

I'm looking for someone who's intrested in getting to know eachother, someone who's got my back and i've got theres, someone i can well essentially "grow" with and get to know, someone who's willing to put the effort in to get to know me and vice versa.I'd like said person to be able to hold a convoersation with me as i've been in too many instances where it's all been one sided convos with me basically putting in more effort than the other person but alas that's neither here nor there and hopfully I'll maybe find the person who would share that equal effort with me. And trust me I've been ghosted loads of times to the point it's like "bruh, just why?" but anyway!
I'm open to long distant's so long as there's a goal to meet eachother in the somewhat near future!
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The End?

If you've made it this far after this somewhat long post then i must congradulate you!
I now have a small question for you to send me the answer too when you message me.
On what date and or month was a i born? I was born on the month of a certain red birthstone on a international memorial day
p.s, if you don't get it it doesn't matter it's worth a try regardless
Small partial note; If your going to time waste and just ghost me please don't bother messaging me as i'm only intrested in getting to know actual serious people...and please be able to hold a convosation with me and vice versa!

Introduction

Well hello there! (General Kenobi!). I'm Snoky also known as you'll find out when we get to know eachother
I’m a 25 year old English/Norwegian guy from the U of K! I currently work in the IT Sector within the Local Government and my god I forgot how hectic the public sector was after i left it roughly 4 years ago. I did indeed have quite a shock coming back 😅
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Apperance

I'm on the bigger side but am looking to get that changed with some help due to i'm not very happy with the way thing's are currently. Minus that I'm 6'1/6'2, depends on which doctor you ask! I have short-ish hair dark blonde hair? I think? I'm not very good with colors so you'll have to tell me whenever we decide to exchange pictures.
Which i will be more than happy to exchange later on once we get to know eachother!
​

Main Intrests/Hobbies

My main interests are either playing games with some friends on the PC, studying for future certifications and mainly what I do after work just kicking back and watching whatever random things I can find on YouTube (I aren’t a big TV person). I used to watch a lot of anime but I tend to drop out of it for a year and then I get back in to it then I lose interest again heh, it’s just a thing that I’ve been doing for years on end.
I am somewhat in to movies but I haven’t really properly watched any within the last year or so but if I was to give a rough genre, I’d say dark-ish movies with a grabbing story i.e. DC films and a here and there Marvel film (IW ftw!) I much more prefer it when the bad guy gets the upper hand and basically wins as close to that of Thanos basically.
My main music choices? Everywhere and everything. If my ears like it, then chances are I’ll most likely like it. I’d write down all the artists I follow right now but trust me it’d take too long to go over so it’d probs better to just share my Spotify playlist lmao. But to give a quick sum up I’d say its more around mixed genre, alt-rock basically.
I do also write my own stuff as well, but again like anime I do it for like 6 months then stop, then start a year later so eh it’s a pretty hit and miss hobby for me 😅
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Future Prospects?

As mentioned in my apperance section i'm in the process of trying to get fit with weight loss as I’m not very happy with how I am at the moment especially when it comes to health after a incident a few years ago but that’s neither here nor the future as I’m looking to change it with the help of the NHS and people around me. I'd be more than happy to join forces together with someone who's trying to do the same thing!
I currently own my own company which is currently under going some development but hasn't actually started as of yet (still looking in that area) but it will get there at somepoint!
Alongside my own company I’m also undergoing a project with a close friend of mine that we’re trying to pursue which is actually happening alongside the org itself so it's all looping togetherslowly but surely.
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What am i looking for?

I'm looking for someone who's intrested in getting to know eachother, someone who's got my back and i've got theres, someone i can well essentially "grow" with and get to know, someone who's willing to put the effort in to get to know me and vice versa.I'd like said person to be able to hold a convoersation with me as i've been in too many instances where it's all been one sided convos with me basically putting in more effort than the other person but alas that's neither here nor there and hopfully I'll maybe find the person who would share that equal effort with me. And trust me I've been ghosted loads of times to the point it's like "bruh, just why?" but anyway!
I'm open to long distant's so long as there's a goal to meet eachother in the somewhat near future!
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The End?

If you've made it this far after this somewhat long post then i must congradulate you!
I now have a small question for you to send me the answer too when you message me.
On what date and or month was a i born? I was born on the month of a certain red birthstone on a international memorial day
p.s, if you don't get it it doesn't matter it's worth a try regardless
Small partial note; If your going to time waste and just ghost me please don't bother messaging me as i'm only intrested in getting to know actual serious people...and please be able to hold a convosation with me and vice versa!