African restaurant around me

Have some 10 feet tall acacia willows with 3, 2gph emitters on one side of the tree, about a foot apart. Is it important to add more, to have water around entire canopy? While i do care about the health of the tree, growth is not important to me, main concern is the roots not damaging plumbing or foundation.

Inspiration finally came back. Starting to get to the main story soon. Please leave feedback. I write more as a play outline, but I am hoping to be able to write normally
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"Well, that went about as well as I could hope," Thomas mutters to himself as he crosses the marsh back to his broken building. Storming up the stairs, he does not bother taking off his muddy shoes. Seeing the pile of leaves and discarded skins he uses as a makeshift bed, he flops down face first.
"If I did the right thing, why do I feel like I am about to break down and throw up?!"
Mind racing, he plays back over what he said and did.
"Now that I am here, I have some saved dried food, I can gather water at the stream that feeds the marsh, I have many containers to carry water with so I won't have to go everyday. I should be able to hide here for a few days."
"What to do after that? I have burned the last bridge that I had, I am not important enough to hunt so I have that going for me, but now what?"
Looking up to the sky, he sees the stars, and with tears streaming down his face, begs the stars, "Why? ...Why?"
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"I never thought the runt had it in him to run away," the chief bellows.
"Don't talk about him like that!"
"Why son, it's true. Today was a day to celebrate you and the work you put into making that thing work. Sure it took a few weeks to build, but you managed to organize everyone to work on it. Calling out any specific person would make it seem like you are favouring them over any other."
"But without him, th-"
"No buts! You also managed to have him flee, and with the duel he lost, he can never return. In one day, you managed to do something I have been trying to do for years. That is worth celebrating!"
Ned stands up and storms out of the dome, rustling the plastic liner within the door on the way. He immediately runs into Katrina who is standing out there, seemingly waiting for him, and possibly eavesdropping.
"So am I to go after him and return with his ears? Or tongue?"
"Katrina! What are you saying?! Yes, he is as good as dead, but we don't need to kill him."
"This is why you will make a poor chief. No guts to follow through on promises"
"There was no promise. I did not even get to choose the combat!"
"Good thing, you probably would have allowed himself to defend what he said. Claiming all your work in setting up the pump and organizing the village"
"You really think I had the idea? I can barely sort people's problems and what the craftsworkers do might as well be magic! I know that I shouldn't touch the sharp bit or the hot thing, but that's it!"
"You don't have to know those things, you know how to delegate. So what if it was not your idea. It was still you who did the work to actually get it to happen"
Suddenly, one of the villagers runs in. "Master Ned, the pump's broke"
"What do you mean, 'the pump's broke'? It has only been a few hours since we started it, and it was tested for days before!"
"The handle turns, but no water comes up"
Ned storms off to the pump, followed by the villager and Katrina. He arrives at the pump, slips through the gathering crowd, and tries the handle. It is very loose, but the screw seems to spin.
"That does not make sense, it's loose, but I was here before the festival and it worked perfectly. I would even say it was stiff"
Katrina stands, and in a huff, exclaims "It must have been Thomas! I should have ended him when I had the chance!"
"No! Katrina! Come back here right now!"
"You're not the boss, and you're not my dad!!" Katrina shouts as she runs off into the forest, bow in hand and spear on back.
"Should we fix it?" "Can we fix it?" "I don't know", the crowd mumbles
Ned, thinking about what Katrina said before arriving at the pump, stands straight and shouts:
"All of you! We are going to fix this pump, not because it is easy, but because it is unknown. One of you snuck the plans to me, so one of you knows how it works. I want this info to be spread across all craftspeople and this pump deconstructed and repaired. Do I make myself clear?!"
"Yes!" Most of the crowd exclaims. Many of the younger craftsmen immediately start yanking the pump out of the creek bank to bring it back into the shop.
Ned, ready to head back, feels a hand on his shoulder, and sees that it is Nathaniel. The tall and lanky many with a wild eye stares at him. The rest of the crowd has eagerly wandered away. Nathaniel speaks, "Good for you to start looking to the past and future. I feel that my time is near, but may the sky guide you through the challenges ahead with the winds of change"
Ned, carefully brushing off the old man's hand, replies "...ok, sure... You've got a few more years left though."
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Early the next morning, Thomas awakes, confused and hungry. He quickly remembers what occured the day before. He quickly eats some of his stored pemmican and water he gathered. Now finding himself with a lot of spare time, and still needing to be incognito, he stays in the building and explores a few more of the rooms. Coming into one of the smaller rooms, he comes across another long rotted out pile of springs arranged in a rectangle, and another bookshelf. Seeing these books, his eyes light up and he quickly walks over to them, testing the floor on the way. Gently lifting one our of the case, he sees that they are damp, but in pretty good shape for being in an enclosed room with a rotted metal thing.
Leafing through, he sees that it is without pictures. Placing it gently on the floor, he opens another one, and in it,sees strange yet familar shapes of a spoon, archer and W. Studying them, he realizes this is a book of star pictures, 'constellations' as the book calls them. And is surprised to find that these stars are actually each a far away sun.
Hours pass, engrossed in the knowledge of space and distances of billions, he dozes off, surrounded by books, and sleeps calmly for the first time in years.
Several days later, he forces himself to eat some pemmican and now sick of it, decides to venture out into the marsh. Sneaking through the bushes on its edge to ensure no one sees him or hears him, he spies a small pile of food, and recognizes it as a standard lunch for the kids collecting nails. He checks his surroundings, and takes the bun, and some of the dried strawberries and hightails it back to the building.
Sitting down to enjoy his meal, he realizes that he stole from one of the kids he probably helped pull nails from the ground. Taking some of his pemmican, he brings it back to where the lunch is, and places it where he found the bun.
Seeing the amount of disturbed ground around the small pile of food, he quickly snaps a pine bough off and brushes over the footprints to hide his presence.
He returns to his house, nay his home, and reads, happy if a little guilty at the food gained, and more importantly, the knowledge of the stars that this book provides.

A couple of months ago I walked in on my husband in the bathroom masturbating to something on his phone. He was super embarrassed and when I asked what he was looking at he said it was porn. I asked what kind of porn and he said something that sounded like a lie. I called him out and asked if he was hiding something or having an affair. He got really upset with me and denied it, saying he couldn’t believe I thought so little of him.
I backed off but was still suspicious so I poked around on his computer and phone to check his search history. I didn’t see any porn sites so I checked his texts, emails and WhatsApp. Again, nothing of note stood out. I assumed he cleared his history because he was embarrassed and didn’t bring it up again.
Fast forward to this week. I again caught him watching something on his phone, but this time he didn’t see me catch him. He left his phone in the bedroom while he played video games in a different part of the house, so I again looked at his phone. This time I tried different search words like “sex”, fuck”, etc. This time emails from OnlyFans popped up listing credit card charges. Again, this didn’t pop up in his browser history so he must use a private browser or clear his history after he logs out each time.
Also, I found out that he has a separate email account he uses just for the site. I logged in and saw that he is very active, messaging and tipping women as recently as 2 days again when we were both home all day.
I was able to look at his history and saw he has been active since 2020 - paying nearly $600 on subscriptions and tips to these women. The messages really upset me “Damn, girl you got cake” “I would hit it in the morning” “hey baby where u been? I need a good nut” because it makes it feel very personal. If it was just porn, I wouldn’t be upset. ALSO, $600 seems like a lot of money to spend on nudes and videos, especially when he is constantly broke and “borrowing” money from our joint account to cover his “bills.”
I haven’t confronted him yet, I want to wait until I feel less emotional. My biggest fear is that this is just the tip of the iceberg. He lied about what he was watching, created a dedicated email account and has so far been really careful about covering his tracks. What else don’t I know? He goes on work trips regularly, could he be meeting up with women? Or am I just overreacting?

When you're rich enough, you get perks you can only dream of. Literally. But somehow, my paradise turned into hell.
And now I'm paranoid.
Have you ever had a dream so amazing, you wished you could relive it? Explore it? Relish it? Well, when you're rich enough, you don't have to wish. It's a reality thanks to dream banks. You may have heard of them and their pricy services, which include recording, saving, and projecting dreams.
For example, if you'd like a dream recorded, you can book one of their luxurious suites for the night, where the dream techs will fit you with a special helmet, offer you a sleep-friendly snack, and leave you to rest. The next morning, they'll replay the recorded dream for you via the helmet and ask if you want to shell out the extra bucks to save it. If you don't, they'll delete it and you can pay to book for another time to try again.
If you do decide to save it, you must select an item within the dream that will act as the exit key. (This will come in handy during projections.) While still wearing the helmet, you must touch the item, and the dream techs will label those electric signals as the key.
Afterwards, everything is saved under your name, and you can now relive your dream at any time by booking a suite for three, five, or eight hours. Unlike recordings, during projections, you don't have to wait for sleep to come. After you enjoy a snack of your choice, the helmet is fitted and you're immediately transported to your dream, where you have free will and can enjoy it at your leisure. And if you ever need to leave early, this is when you touch the key, which will shut down the helmet right away.
In my case, the key is the stegosaurus leather rug I have hanging on the wall of my throne room. I never have a reason to touch it otherwise, making it a perfect key. I've also never had to touch it. Experiencing life as an all-powerful, worshipped being who lives on my own planet and hunts dinosaurs in my spare time, I relished my dream to the last second.
Yes, the fees are exorbitant, but at the time, I felt it was worth it. The techs were skilled, the system was sleek, and the dreams were private. Each could only be unlocked by the unique brainwaves of the dreamer.
Or so I thought.
My literal nightmare began when I booked a five-hour projection on a rainy Tuesday afternoon. After taking a sip of champagne to wash down the cranberry brie bites, I settled into the cool silk sheets with a smile. My usual dream tech smiled back as she fastened my helmet, and the last thing I heard was her wishing me pleasant dreams before I was plunged into darkness.
I waited for the split-second adjustment from reality to the dream world, and my confusion grew when I didn't find myself on my throne surrounded by fawning gods and goddesses.
Instead, I found myself in the middle of an endless street. Alone. There were no cars, no life, not even wind. Towering street lamps lined the sidewalk as far as I could see, arcing over the road and tinting everything an eerie red. Behind them, identical buildings stood side by side, silent, their dark, narrow windows hollow.
My pulse spiking, I whipped around. The other direction was just as endless. Uneasy confusion prickled beneath my skin. This had to be someone else's dream. The techs must have made a mistake. I didn't know how it was possible, but there was no other explanation.
My unease piqued as my situation sank in. I was in a stranger's dream and I didn't know the key. I was stuck here until my five hours ran out. Or until the techs realized their mistake. I was ready to rip them a new one once I was out, but until then, I had no choice but to wait.
I studied my surroundings with a frown before I walked over to the curb and sat down, and that was when I noticed I couldn't feel anything. I also noticed I was naked. It didn't matter. There was no one here, and none of this was real anyway.
Time passed, and I tried to distract myself from my nettled offense by humming, but no sound came out. Sitting up, I took a deep breath and screamed. Not even a squeak was heard. I slapped my hand against the ground. Nothing. This place was like a black hole of the senses.
Sighing, I lay down on my back and stared at the red light above me, wondering if I could fall asleep in a dream. I tried, but the more I wished to escape this silent, crimson prison, the more it seemed to come into focus. Soon, the utter lack of noise and movement grew from slightly unnerving to completely intolerable.
There was no way I could wait. I'd go insane. I had to get out of here. I had to find the key.
Jumping up, I ran to the nearest building and wrenched open the door, and a pitch black void greeted me. I gasped, and gasped again as it felt like my very breath was being suctioned out of my lungs. Panicking, silent wheezes rattled in my chest as I struggled to yank myself out of the vacuum, jerking my limbs and bucking my body until I toppled over backwards on the sidewalk.
Gulping in fitful breaths, I scrambled to my feet and ran down the road without looking back, my wide eyes scanning the horizon for salvation. I just wanted out of here, but the hellish path stretched on forever, making me feel like I was running in place as every identical building and street lamp mocked me. Even my silent stomping and mute panting served to draw insanity closer.
And then, a person showed up.
There, in the distance.
With my hope spurred, I raced towards them, desperate. I didn't care who they were. I needed to break this monotony.
As I got closer, hope morphed to confusion, and then to despair. The person was me. It was a mirror, propped up across the entire street.
Sweat-soaked, I slowed down to a jog before I stopped right in front of my reflection. It was me alright, naked, exhausted, and frustrated. But the eyes, something was off about the eyes. With an anxious frown, I stepped closer, staring into them, and they stared back …
… until they glanced behind me.
I gasped and jumped away, and so did my reflection … before it glanced over my shoulder again.
A chill trickled down my spine. My reflection had nothing behind it but the empty street, so I gulped and turned around, and my mouth fell open in a silent scream as a lovecraftian behemoth barrelled its way towards me. With its slick shell gleaming red beneath the lights, it slammed down one spiny tentacle after the other as its five mouths bared their dripping, concentric fangs.
Drenched in undiluted horror, tremors gripped my body as I stumbled away until my back was against the mirror. I knew death was a foolproof key in a dream, but I didn't know if this creature would kill me right away or leave me to suffer in agony until my five hours were up.
With it only inches away, I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed myself into the mirror, and my stomach flipped as I fell backwards. I opened my mouth to gasp, but there was nothing for me to draw in. Floating in an airless void, I flailed and thrashed, my wild eyes scanning the darkness for answers as I began to spin around.
Although death would free me, one of my greatest fears was suffocating. On one of my weightless rotations, a red, glass cube passed me by, and I grabbed it, hoping it was a breathing device. I brought it close to my face, and I gawked at what it held within.
Me.
Surrounded by identical buildings and red street lamps while a lovecraftian behemoth tore me apart.
Horrified, I threw the cube as far as I could and increased my efforts to escape this void. Yet all the flailing and thrashing was for naught as the darkness revealed no end. My eyesight began to go red as my lungs spasmed, and I clawed at my throat as my pulse stuttered in my chest.
The red kept growing and growing until it engulfed my entire vision, and I gave up. There was nothing to do but face my fears and die. With my straining heart lumbering, I let myself go limp as I stared at the red and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
I wasn't dying.
In fact, I could breathe just fine.
Frowning, I opened my eyes, and intense unease spread through my core. Above me, a red moon had taken up the entire sky, each one of its craters crystal clear, like eyes watching me. I turned my head away, and I realized I was in a park, laying down on the grass. Sitting up, I blinked in surprise at the pond right beside me, its opaque water reflecting the moon's red light. Ducks were swimming in a circle across its surface, their movements smooth with nary a splash.
Trees surrounded us, so dense I couldn't tell when one began and the other ended. It was mind-numbingly quiet here as well, and I still couldn't feel anything or make any noise, but at least the ducks were moving. This place seemed more tolerable than the last, and I was willing to wait out my five hours here. I hoped at least an hour had passed already, but with dreams, one never knew. All I knew was that I was too exhausted to search for the key. And too scared. I didn't know whose dream this was, but they had to be masochistic if they saved this nightmare.
Curling up beside the pond, I worked on calming myself down as I watched the ducks swim in their systematic circle over and over and over. I tried counting the rotations the way one would count sheep, but that still didn't lull me to sleep. I wished I'd chosen the three-hour projection, but at least I hadn't chosen the eight-hour one.
Distorted circus music crackled around me and I jolted up, my heart ricocheting in my chest. There was finally sound, but the last thing I wanted to hear was a cliche horror movie soundtrack. Gulping, I looked around. The music was coming from the trees, and my stomach dropped when I spied a shadow behind one of them. Then another. And another. They emerged into the crimson moonlight, and my blood turned to ice.
Clowns.
I whipped around, trembling to the rhythm of my frantic pulse. They were surrounding me. Dozens of them. As classic as any clown could be. Colorful clothes, big shoes, silly hair, exaggerated makeup. I wasn't scared of clowns, as long as they were where they belonged. And they didn't belong here, staring at me with empty eyes and toothy grins.
I tried to convince myself that they weren't dangerous since they didn't have weapons and didn't seem monstrous, but when they took a step closer in unison, I jumped back, nearly falling into the pond. The ducks remained oblivious, still swimming in their circle. The distorted circus music got louder, and my hair stood on end when I saw the grass ripple in front of each clown. They were sending something my way through the ground.
Panicking, I jumped into the pond, and I screamed as I sank right in. There was no bottom. There was no water either. The pond was filled with red, translucent spheres, each the size of a tennis ball. Still able to breathe, I began swimming through the spheres with clumsy breast strokes, just hoping I could end up as far away from the clowns as possible.
After swimming for what felt like enough time, I tried to swim up, until I realized I had no idea which direction I was facing. Remember a trick for those stuck in avalanches, I spat, but my glob of saliva just hovered in front of me. Before panic could set in, I noticed what looked like an office desk floating amidst the spheres in the distance. After blinking a few times to make sure it was really there, I swam towards it, desperate for any change in my situation.
It was an office desk, a wooden one with carved borders and locked drawers. Tucked beneath it was a stool, and the moment I pulled it out and set it under my ass, an office replaced the red spheres.
I grunted as gravity returned, and I looked around in bewilderment at the cluttered bookshelves and grimy floors. Dust was floating everywhere, highlighted by the red light filtering in through the blinds behind me. I jumped as a clock hanging on the wall chimed. Its glass was too dirty for me to tell the time, but I was glad I could hear. I coughed at the dust. And I could make noise. I dusted my hands. And I could feel. I could even smell, which I now wished I couldn't as I wrinkled my nose at the faint stench of rot.
After failing to read the spines of some of the books on the shelves, I studied the shadowy corners of the room. A slack-jawed skeleton hung in the far end, and a faded poster with anatomical diagrams curled off a cupboard. This had to be a doctor's office. Was the creator of this dream a doctor?
A silhouette slid in front of the frosted glass door, and I gulped as the knob began to turn. A hand reached in, gripping the edge one finger at a time, and my heart dropped as I knew this horror cliche was only going to be followed by another. Having no time to think, I slid off the stool and crouched beneath the desk, my hand over my mouth as cobwebs clung to me.
Praying spiders wouldn't swarm me, I peeked through a small slit in the wood, and I froze when an emaciated nurse walked in the room. Layers upon layers of blood coated her scrubs, so much so that I couldn't even tell what color they originally were. She had no shoes. No feet either. Just ankle stubs, and my stomach turned as I heard bone clunk against the tiles.
A surgical mask covered her face, as bloodstained as her scrubs, and grimy lab goggles obscured her eyes. I was grateful, because judging by the pus leaking out of her scabbed, balding scalp, I didn't want to know what her face looked like. The closer she got, the stronger the stench of rot became, and I struggled to keep myself from retching.
She stopped halfway into the room, and I gawked at her hands. They were transforming. Her fingers elongating into razor-edged blades. She then began to hunch over, and I cringed as her spine cracked and popped until she was as bent as a candy cane, her face staring at her pelvis.
As if that wasn't unsettling enough, her head creaked as it spun around 180 degrees, now facing the front, upside down. Right after, her arms shot to the ground, and I watched with increasing dread as she bent them at the elbows and wrists so they flanked her head like distorted T-Rex arms.
She spread her fingers out and took a few more steps towards me, and I held my breath, hoping she couldn't hear my rabid heart or smell my fear. Her ankle bones clicked and clacked against the tiles as she made her way around the desk, and I cowered as my frantic eyes searched for a weapon. I found none, but I did spy a brass button beside my head.
With her legs now an arms distance away, I had nothing to lose as I jammed my thumb into the button. The back of the desk flung open, and I scrambled to my feet and dashed out from my hiding place, screaming in response to the nurse screeching behind me. Bursting through the door, I held up my fists and began punching like a maniac in fearful anticipation of a horde of nurses swarming me.
Except I was no longer in a hospital. I was in an outdoor parking lot. Alone. And judging by the roiling red clouds, a storm was brewing. After a second to collect my bearings, I dove into the closest car, thankful it was unlocked. The moment I slammed the door shut, lightning blinded me as thunder cracked and the downpour began. Sighing in relief, I tried to shake away my adrenaline, but the bloodshot eyes in my rearview mirror reignited my panic.
Before I could react, a belt snapped over my neck, pinning my head back against the headrest. With a frightened wheeze, I clawed at the leather, and I flinched as hot, heavy breath wafted across my ear. Gagging at the putrid smell, I reached over, desperate to scratch my strangler's face or poke their eyes out.
I felt their hair and tried to pull it, but my fingers refused to hold on. I tried again and again, but the strands just kept slipping out of my weak grip. Shifting focus, I tried to claw at their eyes, but it felt as though I was moving through molasses as my hand slid down their face. Even when I felt a wet, bulbous eye, I didn't have enough strength to do anything.
My frustration clashed with my terror and I tried to punch them, but my arm swung back in slow motion and merely prodded a stubbly cheek. Tears welled in my eyes as I writhed and gasped, my strangler's laugh adding insult to injury. Despite knowing death will set me free, fear and self-preservation rummaged through my mind, searching for a solution. And they found one.
Hoping I had enough grip and energy, I reached down and found the reclining lever. Wrapping my fingers around it tight, I jerked it up and heaved my body back, and I gulped in a deep breath as I fell backwards, the belt now slack. Not at all prepared to face my attacker, I slipped out from beneath the belt, flung open the door, and zoomed out into the storm.
Sheets of rain obscured my vision, but not enough for me to see that the keys were left inside a red convertible. After making sure no one was hiding in the back, I jumped in, started the engine, and took off, the wheels squealing through the puddles. A sole street curled down a hill, and I took it, adrenaline pumping in waves through my quivering body.
This rush was a confusing mixture of exhilaration and apprehension. I wanted out, but I wasn't giving up. I made it this far, and I was going to survive every cliche this masochist dreamed up. Spiders? Snakes? Zombies? Bring it on. And afterwards, I was going to detail every single trial and tribulation I went through as I sued the dream bank for all the trauma they caused me.
Up ahead, the road curved, and I gasped as it ended in a cliff. I slammed the breaks, but they didn't do anything. Breaking out in a cold sweat, I slammed them again and again as I yanked the hand break as far as it would go. The car refused to slow down, and I cursed myself for not anticipating this cliche. In a move of desperation, I swerved, but it wasn't enough as the car careened over the edge and took me with it.
My heart hung in my throat as I hung on to the steering wheel, my knuckles white, my screams frozen in my lungs, the raindrops like needles. An endless body of water spread below me, and I knew sharks were my next challenge. I screwed my eyes shut as I awaited the inevitable plunge …
… and I gasped as a gentle hand woke me up.
I sat up, my pyjamas plastered to my damp skin, the silk sheets soaked. The tech gave me a sympathetic smile and asked me if I wanted to review the dream or if I wanted to delete it right away, since she could sense it was a nightmare.
I stared at her in furious disbelief as I yelled and cursed, accusing them of misconduct, and she gave me a confused frown. She said I had booked a recording session, not a projection one. After I called her a liar, management got involved, and they showed me my file with proof that I'd booked and paid for a recording session.
I told them they must have mistakenly charged me for a recording session, but I was one hundred percent sure I went through a projection session. I asked for five hours on a Tuesday afternoon. Not eight hours on a Tuesday evening. I had champagne and cranberry brie bites, not chamomile and honey-glazed almonds.
Their concern increased as they told me I was wrong. They said it was Wednesday, I'd slept the entire night, and they had my recorded dream to prove it. I demanded to skim through it, and they obliged. There it was, every scene of that nightmare. But it wasn't mine. It couldn't be. Could it? I hated scary movies. I also rarely had nightmares unless it involved me going broke. Why would I dream of an amalgamation of every horror cliche?
For a second, I was afraid I was still in the dream. This nightmarish scenario would fit right in with the others, taking it to Inception levels. But everything seemed real. I could hear, feel, and speak. No one was growing tentacles or blades. Nothing smelled pungent. Nothing glowed red.
I groaned and buried my face in my hands, confused and uncomfortable. I didn't know what the truth was anymore. One tech reminded me it was impossible for dreams to be projected to anyone but their creator. Another tech gently touched my shoulder and suggested I see a doctor if I continued to get spells of confusion like this. Not knowing how to reply, I paid them to save the nightmare before I got dressed and left.
Back home, I talked to family and friends, nothing seemed suspicious. Nothing seemed ready to kill me. I'm typing here on Reddit, and I'm sure I'll get replies. I'm out of the dream. I'm certain of it. But that leaves two other options.
Either I really did book a recording session and had my own nightmare, in which case I should take the tech's advice and see a doctor because my memory doesn't add up …
… or something sinister is going on at the dream banks, and they're using their clients as guinea pigs. Perhaps they're planning on branching out and creating a mental house of horrors where clients can get a near-realistic experience without fear of death. But why wouldn't they ask for volunteers instead of traumatizing loyal customers?
So I have to ask, have any of you experienced something similar? I know the odds of finding another multimillionaire who frequents dream banks is slim on Reddit, but even one other account can help my case.
SR

For those who are also adding intermittent fasting to their health program. I recently came across information. I was doing 18-6 of stop eating at 6PM and don't eat again until noon. I had no idea that around sunrise, even if we don't eat. Our body generates glucose which activates creation of insulin automatically! So my body is acting like I had a meal and apparently breaks a pure fast. So, recently I shifted in my transition of OMAD to have that meal for a breakfast, so that induced insulin from eating and the automatic increase in glucose happen at the same time. Therefore giving me a pure fast from around 7am until 6am. I suggest if your interested do some searches, I found it on a Dr. Boz talk, under one of her Sardine fasting videos.

This is gonna be a long and probably confusing post, trying to get my thoughts on paper or write them out just seems impossible at this point
My ex gf(34) and I M(29) broke up just under 5 weeks ago. We were in a LDR for 8 months and I fell hard in love with her
She was married and I was single, I never pursued her because of this. Until one night we were hanging out on a discord call with friends and she messaged me telling me how attractive she thinks I am, I at first thought she was messing around and thought nothing of it until a few more messages, then she came on very hard sexually. So I decided to say fuck it and go along with it cause i always found her attractive and we vibed. (I regret it everyday, at the time I didn't care about her marriage and I know how shitty I am for it, karma has well and truly done what it needed to do to me) this continued for a couple weeks, it was highly sexual, the messages, voice notes, videos, pictures and calls. This goes on for a couple weeks and then she started to talk about how she was feeling towards me, she would call me her twin flame, say things like she's never connected with anyone the way she does me etc. I always rejected the talk of feelings because I didn't want to go there. I didn't want to catch feelings as this was purely sexual to me. Fast forward a couple more weeks and at this point we have been talking a fuck ton, about very personal things, our childhoods, our life, bonded over music, games and whatnot. She continued to push her feelings for me and I continued to keep my guard up because I didn't want to end up in this position I am now in. She told me she was going to divorce her husband, I never commented or gave advice on it because lt was not my place to do so. I did tell her to heal from her divorce, take time for herself and find herself again. She agreed and wanted to do so, so she could be fully available to me. I know at this point we had already cheated and destroyed another man but I atleast respected her for wanting to heal. She filed for divorce and we continued to talk but then the subject of love came up. I told her I will not go there until me and her are in person and know how it really feels, she agreed but then one week goes by and she tells me she is in love with me. I was falling for her and knew how I felt but wanted us to do so in person. We then became a couple... I know how fucked up it is, I really do.
She would tell me weird things like men always hitting on her, always trying to get with her, send me screenshot of guys non stop bothering her. I never asked for these things, so It made me feel weird but I never communicated it, which I know is my fault and something I've learnt. At this point we were dating and she would complain of this one guy non stop bothering her and she can't get rid of him. I told her just tell the dude you're with your bf and he will probably back off, I was not happy with her over this because it felt like she was hiding me. She apologised and we moved forward with it, then she started lying about being in other guys streams. I called her out on her lies and she would always proceed to call me jealous and insecure. Was there jealousy there? Yes? I sat with it for a while to understand why I was being jealous and all I could think about was the amount of times she would tell me about different men trying to get with her. I'm normally not a jealous man. This would happen a few times and it hurt me but I bottled it up and it came out in the wrong way. That's on me...
She also told me about a time her best friends husband tried to kiss her. Again, I dont know why she told me this but hey ho. She also told me how they both cheated on one another many times. She brought me to that house, I remember the four of us chilling in their garage having a drink, laughs and a smoke. Her friend showed me photos of a lake they all go to in the summer. As we left to head back home my gf goes on to tell me how she isn't happy with her friend, she didn't like the way she leaned over me to show photos. Then went on to say how I am her friends type and all this bullshit. I told her to take that up with her friend and leave me the fuck out of this cause I did nothing nore even notice something like that. We had a massive argument over it. Wasn't the first time she got jealous over another woman. I dont mind jealousy, i think its a normal reaction to have but as long as it doesnt become unhealthy and controlling, the other ones were minor but questions were asked about certain women liking photos on my Instagram. One I went on a date with once and the other who I worked with. That's it. Time goes on and she flew over to me (London) for my birthday. We argued that night too and she threatened to leave me, I told her if she ever threatens to do so again, I will leave her as I found it cruel. Writing this out I realise how toxic this all was. Which hits me hard because I felt like I was in love and we connected so well. I wish I communicated how I felt better, I wish I didn't do what I did and I wish I was given a fair chance to be in love. I am also at fault for this I'm fully aware.
Fast forward to few weeks ago we have a massive row again because I called her out on her lies, she called me a psycho and too possessive. I tried to explain its not that you are in another man's stream, it's the fact that you lie about it and I don't know why, she then goes on to tell me im only ever comfortable when she goes to a her other best friends house, i said yes because she seemed level headed and honest, the reason i felt uncomfortable with her going to her other friends house was because of them doing cocaine in there, which she had told me about but it was all made out to be like i was jealous because the husband tried to kiss her. It had fuck all to do with that, its drugs and she knew how i felt about drugs. But I was starting to feel like I may genuinely be highly jealous and insecure. I dont know if that's because she has made me feel that way or I am like that. I've worked hard these last 2 months to make sure that's not the case. Anyway she forgave me and we moved forward, until 3 weeks later she said this isn't working. I begged, I pleaded and I didn't understand why I was given this chance and then had it snatched from me when I was doing everything I can to work on myself
She went on to say she wants to heal because she had just gotten out of an 11 year relationship, and be by herself. I found it hard to believe considering that's what she should've done 8 months ago, like we said. Then she proceeds to tell me its because of the hurt I caused her that night a few weeks ago when we argued. I accused her of lying, which she was.i didn't verbally assault or call her names I just asked her to tell me what is going on. We were intoxicated and I just had enough of the little lies. I know that is for me to work on and put right, I will accept anything and everything I've done wrong these last 8 months. I realise I'm a shitty person and whatever came from this relationship I deserved. But I feel like I was never given a chance considering how we started. I know I never should've got with a person that was married. The trust was not there because of it but still i pushed out i felt aside and rejected my gut feelings. I tried everything to make sure we didn't do that but words and time spent together. I fell in love
Not even two weeks went by and I found out she is already dating. I knew this would happen cause she done it to her husband, who the fuck am I right? I aint special. But I'm hurting so much, my confidence is shattered and I'm lost. She said she wanted space but keeps reaching out to me, told me she will always love me and how a piece of her heart will always belong to me. Its been 5 weeks and she still reaches out, not as frequent but will send me a message saying I really do want you yo be happy, I ignored her cause seeing her face just brings me to tears, she brought up how i am ignoring her messages and i told her if she wants to talk then let me know. She then messaged me saying she hopes I'm alright, I replied saying I'm alright thanks, yourself? My heart tells me to let her go, remove her from my socials and really start to heal but I can't let go and it's killing me
I know I deserve to feel how her husband felt when she moved on straight away. I get that but I don't think I deserved the emotional abuse here, I think its emotional abuse. I'm just so confused and trying to figure it out so I can learn from this
There will be things I have forgotten or not put in because the post is long enough but if there are any questions I will answer them. I dont want this to come across as me shitting on her and blaming her for everything. I know I had my part in this and I fucked up in so many ways but I cant escape the feeling of being emotionally abused here.

You may wonder why I turned around and left, or perhaps you don't. Maybe that's what keeps you up at night? Wondering if you should have just let me walk away and not do what you did, which ended up ruining everything that could have been.
Everything changed when our eyes met last year. The whole world stopped, all the sounds disappeared and it was just you and me. I couldn't look away and it seemed as you couldn't either. I waited for you to say something, but you never did and I left feeling disappointed. I ignored our moment the whole summer, thinking that I had somehow made you uncomfortable. But now I know that moments like that only happens once, maybe twice, during a life time and that makes everything so much more painful.
Then I saw how you reacted the moment you noticed me back in august last year. How you literally halted in the middle of the street, not noticing cars or anything else and acted as if I took your breath away. But maybe I did? Maybe you felt as strongly then for me as I now feel for you? But you have no clue how I feel. How I long for your touch, your smile and laugh, to hear your voice. How I'd love nothing else than to wake up next to you every day for the rest of my life. How I feel like this even after everything that has happened. It's almost sad and ridiculous.
I knew the moment I saw you that day in august that I would fall in love with you. It was only a matter of time. I think I knew it already when I first saw you. You are the most beautiful person I had ever seen and you felt so familiar and safe. I even wondered where I had seen you before, but I couldn't figure that out. But you also reminded me of him, the guy that completely destroyed me and toyed with my feelings. I looked at you and I thought about him. Now I see it as a warning I shouldn't have ignored.
I turned around and left in august because I wanted to protect myself. I didn't want to go through that pain ever again. I wanted things to go right this time. But you chased after me and scared me. And then you kept scaring me, over and over again until I became a wreck. I think every day that I shouldn't go outside ever again. That I should stop walking around the neighborhood. But I can't. I have come to far to give that up.
You don't feel safe anymore and I fear every time I leave the house that I will run into you. I think you know that I'm scared of you and you have had so many opportunities to make it right. But you never did. You can't even look at me. Do you feel guilty or do you think I am annoying? Is it easy to ignore everything? Or does this cause you the same amount of pain it does for me? Do you even care? Or do you laugh about this and enjoy seeing me scared?
It pains me so much to know that you probably don't care and it hurts so much that I once felt so safe in your presence. That I feel so much for you even though you cause me so much pain. But you are just like him and I should have stayed as far away from you as I could. But it's to late now. Everything is broken, my heart, my mind, my soul and I don't know how to heal it this time. Can I even heal it this time?

Currently shiny hunting for Dunsparce via outbreak. I find that running around “scaring away” the non shiny Dunsparce gives me faster results than picnic resetting, but does this actually create new spawns?
As in, when the non shiny Dunsparce dig underground and disappear will the new ones that spawn in have a chance to be shiny, or am I just recycling the Dunsparce that have already spawned?

I've been trying to record a mixtape using cassettes for a minute but the audio quality is just terrible for everything I have used so far. I tried a used sony recorder that had decent audio quality but there was just too much wow and flutter. I tried a cheap Jensen recorder but the audio was horrendous. I would try for a cassette deck, but I'm in a spot where I'm going to be moving around a lot in the next couple months so I want something more portable that I can bring around with me.

HellsAtrium/Unrealeck's mom regrets not having an abortion. She raised a son who is jobless, a virgin, gay and spends all his time playing video games and nothing else. Lol
SciCosmic laughs at the gay atheist incel u/Unrealeck who is jobless, gay, a virgin and spends all his time playing video games like a manbaby.
Meanwhile SciCosmic lives the high life, enjoying high end restaurants, cruises around the world, holidays to exotic countries and the finest wine anyone could dream of.

Hi! I bought 4 tickets to the Cavetown- Bittersweet Daze concert in Philly. I accidentally planned a trip over the concert so I can’t go, and 2 of my friends bailed. I have 3 avaliable tickets right now and I paid $72.10 per ticket. I don’t want to upcharge, so I’ll just be selling the tickets for what I paid (or around that number). Please let me know if you’re interested because I would really love if someone could take these tickets off my hands!!

I’m applying for a camp counseloteacher position. I have experience as a camp counselor for children with mental health struggles but never been in a formal teaching position. I may have to lead some class instruction which I’m fine with, I just don’t know how best to answer these interview questions. For everyone in this sub, in your opinion, what is the interviewer looking to hear from me?
Questions: 1. You’re in charge of a group of twenty second graders. The children are talking loudly and running around the room. How do you get their attention and begin teaching the next activity?

1. The same group of second graders has a full afternoon of focused activities planned, but they are very distracted. In the last activity, they were only able to engage for five minutes. How do you approach or restructure the rest of your afternoon?

Hello there. I am a 20 years old guy from Romania, Europe. Lately I felt lonely and I decided to try my shot here trying to find someone truly special to share my days with. Currently I am working a full time job and I live alone in my own appartment. I am looking for someone to starts things slowly, not rushing it. I would like to talk about our daily routine, work/school, share our days about what happened or how we feel or any random topic we have in our mind. I am open to a long distance relationship. I enjoy videocalls and voicecalls aswell.
Some infos about my personality:
I am an introverted, shy and emotional. As a person I am caring, loving and protective and I give all my attention to the loved ones to make sure they feel good.
My appearance is the next:
Slim body type, 190 cm tall (6'2), 80 kg (176 lbs), blondish hair and blue eyes. I am open to exchange pictures too.
My hobbies and interests include the followings:
- Learning about new cultures and languages. Currently I speak two languages on native level which include Hungarian and Romanian and I would like to learn about other languages and cultures.
- History. My favorite topic of history would be the middle age (Eastern European) and the two World Wars.
- Geography. All the mountains, seas, rivers, lakes which are surrounding us are so beautiful. Since I live in a mountain city I used to hike too on smaller mountains.
- Sports. Mostly I enjoy playing and watching football which I used to practice too before, but now only as a hobby. Other sports which I like are handball and waterpolo.
- Music. I like to listen mostly to everything related to rock music and rap music. But I am open to other music genres too and I would like to hear about your music taste too.
- Gaming. In my free time when I am off from work I play games on my PC on Steam. Maybe we could play some games too together if you are up for it.
- Movies and series. I don't watch them that much, but if it's a good movie or serie I would not turn it down.
- Youtube. I like to watch travelling videos mostly. I like travel videos because one day I would like to travel too around the World if I have the opportunity.
If you are considering to send me a DM, make a small introduction. Mostly I use Discord to chat, if you are ok we can move there, but Reddit chat is fine too.

Hello,
I've been applying to Data Analyst position after a successful internship in that field.
I was approached by a company that had an open position but no job description. I had two successful interviews with the Head of Marketing and the Executive director.
After the second interview, they decided for an in-person interview and bought train tickets for me.
I went and thought that the interview was quite good even though I was kinda repeating the same answers as the previous interviews. I came up with new and interesting about the company/position when they just asked the same ones.
I learned today that they chose another candidate which is "more experienced" while they have nothing bad to say about my application. They confirmed that I had the desired skills and I was a joy to be around.
I must admit that it sting to hear that.

hey all, think there's a few posts floating around like this but it is a minefield and tbh im lost! spectacularly failed my first test yesterday but afterwards went to pick up my car (maybe wishful thinking...). i used the moneysavingexpert website to get quotes for insurance for me to practice in with the tip quotes coming up as collingwood, hastings and sterling. any one have experience with these fpr learmer insurance? collingwood seems to specilaise in this but reviews say you have to pay a cancellation fee if you pass which is a bit scummy... i'm not sure about the other two so asking here! preferably just want one where i can inform that i have passed and then they just adjust accordingly without me having to pay extra fees. also willing to look at other companies of course! thanks for the help in advance, i feel completely useless after the fail yesterday and now not being able to get my head around this stuff

there is a lot of nostalgia for the chicken flat bread sandwiches. And rightfully so they were fucking delicious.
However for some of us Milennials it was a time of strife and toil if you were employed at taco bell 09-10.
When i was 16 my first job was taco bell. I grew up in a small mountain town of about 750 people. I found employment at a taco bell in the county seat, a town of about 6500 people at the time. Needless to say i knew just about anyone that would come through the drive through or into the lobby.
Around this time taco bell took it upon themselves to release the chicken flatbread sadwiches and taco party packs.
I had never worked so hard in my life for $7.25 an hour. It got to the point me and many of the other employees were ready to throw hands with just about anyone we seen come through that wanted to order those two items.
I'm talking classmates, people you see at church, neighbors, you name it. I ended up quitting eventually. But i will never forget this time. I quickly realized i would never work for a fast food chain again.
I remember seeing my friends or other people at school and saying: "hey, stop ordering party packs every fucking time you come to taco bell, order a goddamn 5 layer burrito, try something different"
We constantly ran out of flat bread and party pack boxes.
You wanted to reach out through the drive through and assault every customer that said: "wHy iS My taCos iN a bAg wHerE's tHe paRTy paCk bOx?"
Traumatizing times.

What’s up from the south y’all!?
I will be in town this weekend for the Tulsa Tough bicycle races. Unfortunately, I broke my collarbone and had surgery 2 weeks ago, so I will only be supporting my team. (If you’re at the races come say what’s up, I’ll be at/around the Grind City Racing tent)
I’m looking to hear your opinions on the best local breweries. Perhaps a great bottle shop as well since your distribution is so much different than ours! I did search this sub but the best posts were at least 1-2yrs old - so I’m looking for the freshest takes!!
American Solera is the only “must stop by” brewery that I found VIA Google. As far as my taste is concerned I really prefer IPAs and Lagers. It seems like Marshall’s should be on my list for German styles!?
Anyways, thanks in advance for any advice and insight on the local beer scene! If you’re ever headed to Memphis message me for any suggestions in return!

So I have GAD, which means I have really bad anxiety. One of my worst nightmares are public places, it just scares the living crap out of me when I see alot of people and I always think about what others think about me. And my mom knows about this and is just making it worse.. Ever since she found out that I had anxiety because I always refuse going to places with her and rather stay home, shes been forcing me to go to malls, grocery shops, etc. And its really stressing me out. I can come home from school and she will be immediately be like "Were going to the grocery shop and ur coming'', and I cant refuse it because every time I beg her for me to stay home she would get mad and aggressive towards me, she would yell and call me "mental" or "a sick person" for having anxiety, she knows deep well I hate public places and would make me come with her. And ive noticed she does it on purpose because my sister (doesn't have anxiety or anything) wouldn't be forced to go, she would always make me come with her but to my sister its a option if she wants to come or not. Not only that, she likes to humiliate me in public to, I remember when I had a panic attack in a store before and I started to cry, she started to yell at me really loud, while people in the shop were just watching, and she's done this multiple times now. She also does other things like putting all the windows down in the car and blasting some music, and she knows that I hate that to, I just dont like the stares people give from it, she also forces me to eat in public places to try humiliating me I guess. I hate it when I eat in restaurants because I'm not exactly skinny and I'm highly insecure about my physical appearance, I feel judged every time I eat in a public place, and my mom knows this to, and yet she makes me do it. I've asked her about therapy but she uses the "not enough money" excuse (As I'm forced to go shops with her, I've seen her buy expensive makeup, designer clothes, and I would say she has a pretty steady job, so there is no way she cant afford therapy for me) and says that therapy is just a "waste of time" and that I dont need it, and yet she calls me "mental" and "sick". I've asked her about this and she says that she's "making it better'' when she's clearly not and is doing the opposite, she thinks what she's doing is right, no matter how many times I tried telling her about how I feel about this, she's making my anxiety grow worse and worse as she's making this a daily thing now, I cant even rest at home for a good hour without being yelled and forced to go somewhere.. I really need advice.

For those who are also adding intermittent fasting to their health program. I recently came across information. I was doing 18-6 of stop eating at 6PM and don't eat again until noon. I had no idea that around sunrise, even if we don't eat. Our body generates glucose which activates creation of insulin automatically. So my body is acting like I had a meal and apparently breaks a pure fast. So, recently I shifted in my transition of OMAD to have that meal for a breakfast, so that induced insulin from eating and the automatic increase in glucose happen at the same time. Therefore giving me a pure fast from around 7am until 6am. I suggest if your interested do some searches, I found it on a Dr. Boz talk, under one of her Sardine fasting videos.

Hi folks. I recently received an inheritance (not taxed) that will give me around 135k and I am looking for advice to safely invest or manage this money. I will list my lifestyle/debt stats below:
33, engaged, NYC
Income: 87k
Monthly take home pay after taxes: $4,500
Monthly Mortgage + Utilities: $2,500
Balance owed on mortgage: 238k principle, 29 years left of 30, 5.1% interest
Student loans: 38k
Paid off used car, no other debt
I am mostly spending the remaining income I make on food, auto expenses/insurance, pet expenses, and other necessities. Loan payments ceased when covid hit, expected to resume in August and I plan to pay them off in full first, leaving me with roughly 100k to work with.
After all monthly payments are made, I can usually manage to save around $800-$1,000 per month if I am frugal enough (have no fun) I transfer this money monthly into a standard savings account but it’s not built up very much because things have come up (new engagement, new house, car issues) I have no 401k, pension, or retirement through my employment and that worries me.
I am newly responsible with money. I ruined my credit when I was in my 20’s by ignoring student loan bills and spending more than I made. 7 years ago, my credit score was 520 and today it’s 787. In the last 12 months I bought a house and got engaged which depleted all of my savings and I want to make the right choice with this money. I am able to pay my bills every month but there’s nothing left for vacation, shopping, fun etc. My fiancé and I plan to have a wedding and child in the next 2 years and we will be doing the IVF route ($$,$$$). Our car is also older and expected to be on outs within that same timeframe.
Logic tells me: pay student loan debt in full, put money aside for a car for when it goes, pay for wedding and make an IVF fund, and then a 12 month emergency fund in a HYSA.
Is there any sense in also paying a good chunk towards my principal balance on the mortgage? What’s the safest way to have my money make money? Is there any benefit to opening a CD instead of a HYSA? Is it too late for a Roth IRA or IRA to be beneficial at my age?

Hey guys. I had an appointment with my doctor and he concluded my asthma was uncontrolled. My main symptoms are difficulty breathing and phlegm, and I've never had a crisis that has landed me in the hospital. Nevertheless, having uncontrolled asthma is really uncomfortable and triggers my anxiety.
I've been using Symbicort as preventive inhaler and salbutamol as rescue inhaler (I use this around once a month). My doctor decided to change my preventive inhaler to Advair (50/500) to control it.
I started using Advair since 6 days ago, and, although I felt relief during the first couple of days, since then my asthma symptoms have gotten worse. I understand sometimes new asthma medications take time to get to full effect. Still, it triggers my anxiety, as my mind starts thinking this new medication won't work and I'll have to live with my asthma like it is now.
What has been your experience whenever you have had to change asthma medications? Have your symptoms worsened before they improved? Just trying to get some support from the group.

so a month and a half or more ago, i was rear-ended. i noticed very little damage to my car, & honestly, the girl who hit me came off a lot worse. but she said she wanted to file a claim, that she had full coverage & we'd get it sorted out. her insurance company(geico) contacted me later, answered all my questions, and told me i had three options: (1)let someone from geico estimate the cost of damages and cut me a check, (2)take the car to a repair shop, get their estimate, and get a check from geico for it, or (3)take my car to a geico-partnered collisions place & have everything done on-site, including a rental scheduled. the guy said 3 was the easiest option & that it would ENSURE my car gets repaired, so i just went with that.
i take my car in, & when i'm getting the rental, i have to pay a deposit & they ask me about insurance. they said they could put it on my parents' insurance policy if it was transferable, or i could pay like $12 or $17/day for coverage from enterprise. i tried contacting my dad(it's his policy) & asking him, but couldn't get an answer, so i said i'd pay two days' worth of coverage & figure it out later. around five days after, they contacted me & said they needed payment for those 5 days. it was like $80. i said okay, i'd pay for that up until that point. that's fine. i called back again later in the day, because i remember him mentioning my insurance may work. a woman said that if i got the rental covered by someone else's insurance because she hit my car, then her insurance should cover the coverage on the rental, too. the same day, i called geico to ask them(bc i also have geico) if i could use my policy in the event hers didn't work. they said yes. so i called enterprise and told them i didn't need the coverage anymore.
they keep saying they've tried to reach out to me multiple times, but i get a lot of spam calls so my phone typically stays on do not disturb, & they've left no messages. i got some emails, but i think the person was not understanding me at all, because he just kept repeating the same thing.
i just wanted clarification on how much i owed up until that point. i'm willing to pay that. i just wanted to know if because i've had valid and up-to-date collision & comprehensive the whole time, if i need to pay that whole first week, or if they expect me to pay the whole three & a half weeks' worth. if so, i just wanted to know how much.
but now, they're saying they've taken the damage waiver off the car, so any changes in condition, i will be billed for.
i'm literally not even old enough to rent a car myself. i only have this rental because i was rear-ended by someone else whose insurance covered it. now their emails are beginning to sound more threatening, but my insurance tells me that they should've stopped the billing as soon as i told them to.
i just don't know what to do or say, or even how all this operates. i just want my fucking car back. i didn't even anticipate my car being in the shop three and a half weeks, let alone needing a rental, much less one i had to pay so much for.