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📷Nah we just gna go and chill just something that matchesEnter

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wht time you want them ready forEnter

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📷Idk. Imma try and get out at 3 and haulass to the bankEnter

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📷Then Walmart for some food for them for the weekendEnter

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ooo well i hope yalllhave fun take care of my babies pleaseeee dont let them around strangers tand alwayssssss have an eye on them

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📷I watch them more closely then you do when we would go outEnter

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ha, yea right, before you say anything else watch what your saying tthink about what youre about to say, thats just a friendly warning

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I'm saying when we would all go out together I always had my eyes on the girlsEnterThem girls are more important than anything interesting works when there with me📷I'm not trying to dis you or anythingEnter

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ok then if you arent trying to critize, then you dont got to be critizing me.EnterYou sentthats why we always end up arguingEnterYou sentwatch what you say josephEnter

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📷Im not even showing any kind of critiqueEnter

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Original message:I watch them more closely then you do when we would go outi watch them more slosely then you do when we would go outEnter

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📷That's when we were all together a long time agoEnter

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just pleaseeeeeee KIDS FATHER shopw some restraint sometimes. if its one thing that id never allow you to do is critize the way i parent past, present, and futureEnter

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📷This is why I say talking to you is like walking through a minefieldEnter

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and if you wanna critize me (past,present, future) than dont get mad at me when i start dping the sameEnter

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and honestly its only a minefield because youre the one throwing the bomB sEnterYou sentfirst off im not mad...EnterYou sentbut i am getting annoyedEnterYou sentwhy would you say that?EnterYou sentis there a good reason why you have the need to bring up the way i parent?Enter

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When you say girls deserve a better father or that I need to do better or anything along those lines you criticize me every timeEnterIn the worst waysEnterI dint sya you were do ING badEnter📷Not once did I say you were parenting badEnter

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if you think im critizing you in the worst wasy then by golly why dont you think about why i have to????Enter

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see there you go again twisting everything to fit your narrativeEnter

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📷Did I say anything bad about the way you parent?. . 📷📷📷I don't believe I didEnter

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you in fact did just critize my parenting, you implied i didnt do a good job of watching them or as you put it (YOU did a BETTER job)EnterYou sentif you dont want me to be insulted, THEN STOP insulting me josephEnterYou sentim not even madEnter

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or annoyed at this point i just dont understand how you can not just see what you just did, find no fault in it, and then go ahead and do what you always do... "oh youre being crazy cause youre blowing up for nothing because i didnt do nothing, see youre a minefield" like sue just pleaseeeee stop and fr frEnter

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Original message:I really didn't it's just I remember times whe wed go to placeslike Ross…ARE Y OU KIDDINg ME RIG HT NOIW?EnterYou sentARE YOU BEING SER"IOUS???EnterYou sentlike fr fr fr fr frEnterYou sentim totally being honestEnterYou sentis that really what you think used to happen????EnterYou sentlike frfrfrfrEnterYou sent?????Enter

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Original message:is that really what you think used to happen????At times all we would do is follow you around while you did whatever you needed to doEnteRYou know what we will just stop hereEnterJ📷Sorry I annoyed you ill let you go have a good rest of your night tell my babies I lovem talk to you tomorrowEnter

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Original message:Also think about when you tell me to watch my kids . . . Saying it like …see there you go again.... i always say that to you... im not critizing you im just a mama thats worried about her babies ugh there you go again trying to be the victim... after i did nothing to you except tell you to watch what you say to me and not even in a bad wayEnterYou sentGOLLYEnter

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sometimes fr fr fr fr fr i cant believe the conversations i have with you lolEnterYou sentlike im not mad or annoyed im just like dangEnterYou sentAM I CRAZYYYY??????EnterYou sentlike fr fr you sometimes do make EVEN ME believe that i am crazy lmao nombreeeeeEnter

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and i know youre just saying that and dont really mean it because if you did mean it there would be an actual apology or something like that but its ok. i dont expect apologies from you any more because actions reflect how sincere they are and your actions speak loudly.... considering we keep having this conversation alot.... and dont worry im not mad or anything... im in disbelief tho frf fr anyways goodnight i hope you have a good rest. God bless you

It hurts to think about. Nobody will miss me if I died tonight. It would probably be days before people even noticed I wasn't around anymore. I just wish that someone loved me. Everyone says to love yourself but I honestly don't know how. I know that sounds stupid but honestly how? What about myself should I love. Obviously there must not be much to love if nobody else has yet. I just want to stop hating myself. I get dealt a bad hand and everyone acts like I should just fix it all on my own while simultaneously preaching to reach out for help if you need it, only to repeat the same self help shitck again. I hate myself and I don't want to be alive. I'd rather not wake up, but then all of a sudden people care, but only enough to prevent me from following up on the thought, then I'm on my own again. I can't find peace if I'm alive. I can't find love or compassion. I want to hurt myself because its the only time people care to make any effort. I don't think I can get better, and I'm tired of being ignored. I'm not going to keep going through this. If I can't be happy then I will kill myself and I won't let anyone take that from me after others have already tried to take so much from me as is.

I have an unexplained issue that started years ago after I purchased the Samsung galaxy note 2, circa 2011. I started noticing that my new Bluetooth headset started to give me an earache that increased in pain each time I used it. I blamed the headset and switched to the handset for phone calls. Then, when I was holding it near (not up against) my ear, it started to hurt just the same as the Bluetooth earbud, even at the lowest volume setting. So, I switched ears and the same pain started to develop in my other ear. I tried speaker phone, and even this started to hurt my ears at the lowest volume setting. Not like a general discomfort, but outright stabbing pain if I’m exposed for a more than a few minutes. It has a cumulative effect that takes hours/days to dissipate. I went to the ent specialist doctor and found no issues with my ear - I had/have great hearing, actually.
I blamed the phone, so I purchased a new phone, the moto edge (I think that’s what it was called), same pain, then exchanged to Sony Xperia Z, all gave me same piercing pain in my inner ear area.
I could no longer listen to audio on these phones - no phone calls, no watching videos with audio on, and if I’m even in the same room as someone using phones like those I’ve described, the pain will come. It’s not a pain that is instantly recognizable but develops over the course of a minute or two before I can feel it in earnest, then it just builds from there. After a few minutes if I stop I’ll only have a migraine/earache feeling the remainder of that day, if longer, then it could persist into the following day.
Here is where it gets weirder. I purchased a 2015 ford fiesta - I was so excited to have a new car. The car stereo caused the exact same pain when the stereo was on! I was so desperate to listen to music I would even put an ear plug in my right ear (because it was worse/more sensitive than my left) and listen at the lowest volume. They even weirder part is that it would cause pain just from being turned on, even with the volume set to zero! This was truly perplexing.
Ever since these developments over the last 11-13 years I’ve been careful what speakers I’m around.
Still, to this day, I can’t use these phones previously described.
As of about two years ago I discovered my iPhone XS has been tolerable on low volume settings. If I turn the volume beyond 50% the pain was build up. I can also use Samsung Galaxy buds on <= 50% volume without triggering discomfort.
I suspect I have some kind of ultrasonic sensitivity that most people do not have, and whatever technologies that started being put in many small speakers 12-14 years ago triggers this pain.
Are there others in the medical community who have seen or heard of this before? Thank you!

Hello, everyone! I was wondering if there is someone here that can offer me a little bit of guidance. I started working out since 2018, with a lot of breaks and had a lot of on and off periods between training sessions, however this year I decided to take fitness and weight training more seriously and started a more serious training session this week.
My goal is to achieve a toned, defined look, but I have some weight issues (every since I was little I was a bit overweight and in 2018 I started a very restrictive diet and lost about 30 kilos in one year, but in a very unhealthy and unsustainable manner). Of course, everything I lost was almost back in no time, because I had to take some medication because I had some period related issuses.
Fast forward to today, I am currently a vegetarian and try to eat as healthy as possible, without restricting myself (mostly home cooked meals, 1-2 times per month I eat fast food or order takeouts, maybe 2-3 times a week something sweet or salty like chips, but that's it, soda or juices as rarely as possible). I have worked with a nutritionist and I was told that I eat balanced and sustainable for the long term (for me, giving my history with food and extreme diets).
I started weight lifting more seriously about 2 weeks ago, however I feel like I am getting bulkier. Is there something wrong in what I do? Should I stop weight training? I do not have the financial resources to get a fitness training coach, that is why I was wondering if there is someone here that can help me?
Thank you, I appreciate it! 🙏🏻😊

Hey everyone! I’ve got a not so common tuning issue and could really use the advice/knowledge/help of some individuals more well versed. For starters, I have a 2002 Ford Explorer 4.6L 2V with an Edelbrock Intake Manifold, Aluminum High-Flow Fuel Rails, K&N Cold Air Intake, etc. A lot of performance parts aimed to boost air flow, with no way to match fuel flow to run correctly. My issue now is not only can I not find a software to support tuning for my vehicle, but I am now throwing a number of check engine codes related to running lean. What options do I have in terms of tuning? SCT no longer supports my vehicle and HP tuners would require an ‘04 or newer ECU to tune a 4.6 Explorer (I can’t find a shop that will flash ‘04 or ‘05 Explorer ECU to my VIN). Are there any other tuning softwares that support my vehicle? I will not be able to pass emissions testing in my state if I am unable to clear my check engine codes. Thank you all in advance!

I have this on another sub but a few people mentioned posting here. Plus I no can no longer get my water turned on and have no tip money to sustain us so fuck it.
I am so upset I am shaking. I have custody of my niece and our water got shut off. I have a full time job but recently picked up a second job as a server because I need cash to get it back on. I am living off the tips I get. I have to walk to work to save money and it was almost 100 degrees so I was sticky sweaty. I went into the public bathroom, there is no employee bathroom. I was freshening up with my wipes trying to be as quick as possible and I heard a “hi”. A kid had crawled under the stall. There is always obnoxious music blaring so I didn’t hear him come in.
He looked like he was old enough to know better, maybe 10 or 11. I had my back to the door because I have this fear that someone will look through the cracks, irrational and silly but still. I immediately started yelling at him to get out and the little shit was laughing like he knew it was wrong! I thought maybe his mom was washing her hands or in another stall but nope! This kid was in the women's bathroom alone. I have been SA’d in a bar bathroom before and my fight or flight kicked in.
I chased him out of the bathroom and started asking “who’s kid??” very loudly. He was still laughing thinking it was funny.
His mom runs up and yanks him towards her screaming “why are you talking to my kid!?”. I told her he had crawled under my stall while I was changing. He says “Yeah I almost saw her naked!”. The mom starts screaming at me asking “why were you naked in a public bathroom!?” and that I was a predator for “being in the mens bathroom”.
At this point my manager came over to tell everyone to stop yelling and making a scene. I admit I was a bit worked up but an unaccompanied child should be cause for concern, no?
I told her I was in the WOMEN'S bathroom and she looked at her son and asked if he went into the men or womens and he started to cry saying he was confused and didn’t know. The bathrooms are clearly marked. I told her if that was true (it wasn’t) then he needs a chaperone to the bathroom if he can’t read.
She threw a huge fit and I got fired because I was still in my probationary period. My boss said I couldn’t be freshening up at work or “getting naked” at work. Which I wasn't fucking naked! I was sweaty and gross about to start a double shift. We don’t have employee bathrooms or changing rooms but are required to change into a uniform.
Now I’m totally shit out of luck. I'm not sure if I have any wrongful termination rights because I was in my probationary period.

Hello, so I’m trying to get some maps commissioned for my world, and I want each to have their own unique aesthetic or flair to them. One I the continents/regions I wanna commission a map of I want to have in the style of a communist/soviet era aesthetic. I ask if anybody has maps I can see because I want to give the guy I’m commissioning reference images so that he at least has somewhat of an idea of what the map should look like. So knowing that, does anybody have any maps that were produced within the Soviet Union or at the very least follow a soviet style? I would actually prefer it to have a Cold War soviet feel to it as opposed to a ww2 era feel, but if you have no other examples then it’s fine.
Also for any mods watching, I’m not trying to start anything relating to politics or real world events. I just need some resources for a map that’s going to be apart of my world building.
Any help is appreciated, thanks!

I'm (22M) starting to think my GF (22F) is always trying to one up me
We've been together almost 2 years, she's my first for everything. I think I'm her 4th boyfriend? But 2nd serious relationship and according to her first non toxic relationship
Anyways, lately I feel like my GF is constantly trying to one up me, or be 'superior' in a way.
Like one instance (these all happened the past month), my GF was having issues with her wind shield wipers, the stick in her truck to control the windshield wipers wasn't fully sending the right signals to stop or start them. She called me and was complaining about it, I ask her if she wants me to look at it when she gets home... she kind of flips out and says "fuck no, I love you but I'd rather not have you fuck it up more and talk to a professional about it so it's done properly" I then tried saying "it's probably just something simple its most likely an is..." she cuts me off "idc! I'd rather it get done right and I know you dont know about this kind of stuff!" Then she hangs up and when she gets to my home tells me "I watched a video it's a super easy fix I can do it my self" then ignores me, proceeds to then ask my step dad to help her and basically kind of laughs at me the entire time it's being fixed like she knows more then me. I was annoyed at her attitude towards me so I just said "see it was easy" then she gets all cranky and says "no you couldn't have fuck off" normally I'd be proud but idk I was just annoyed maybe because I had a long 4 hour drive home from college that day too... I literally just graduated college with an electrical engineering degree... I have a job already making 75k/year... I have a step father who taught me a lot about cars... she knows this.
A second instance: her grandparents invited us out for dinner as I had just graduated college and they did this as a congratulations for me. They were asking me about my future and somehow the topic of me wanting to buy a new truck came up. I mentioned how I really want a new truck but they're getting expensive and before I could say anything else my GF butts in saying "oh well I bought my used truck for 28k and I can afford it" then kept talking about her and her truck... yeah well I use to be proud of her for it but she practically lives pay check to pay check and can't save money and yet she always cries about how she's worried I'll always be ahead if her making more money. She also always complains to me how I won't be able to afford a truck it's to expensive and how I don't really want one so I shouldn't get one. She also always gets annoyed whenever I mentioned getting a truck, today at dinner I only mentioned it since I just found out today my current car needs a lot in repairs (it's old) so it's probably better to just buy a new vehicle.. but as soon as I mentioned buying a truck she rolls her eyes and groans.. it just feels like she's somehow rubbing it in that she has a truck and I don't.
Which leads to a 3rd point, I then jokingly mentioned how I should buy a diesel, she gets kind of offended laughs at me like I couldn't handle it then says angrily "if you get a diesel before me, there's gonna be hell to pay" I look at her and ask very confusingly "why does it matter if I get one first?" She gets kind of mad says "it doesnt" the huffs and I say "exactly" then she gets really offended and says something about how itd be to much work for me and to expensive and how she hates my offensive jokes, I'm even more confused and ask what she's talking about and then she angrily says "sorry I get OFFENDED at OFFENSIVE jokes" I then just play along and say "you make offensive jokes all the time, why is it bad if I do? Oh wait youre a women so its different" (only said that cuz she her self has said since she's a women she can make offensive jokes) then she gets even more mad and just stomps away saying "I make offensive jokes because I have experienced it, you haven't!" I know this conversation took a really random turn, I'm just as confused as you are.
I have SO many more instances of where she's always trying to seem like she's smarter, or better then me, like she's always trying to be right about everything. I mention I need to replace my spark plugs and she tells me she will do it for me as I'd probably fuck it up but of course no offense to me she just knows I can be a bit scatter brained...
I'm realizing/seeing this happen a lot the past few months and I'm starting to get very annoyed at it and I'm not sure how to bring it up to her. Any advice?

Please. I need someone. Anyone. Just please just give me guidance. My partner, the love of my life, the reason I am alive today, was raped.
It happened not long ago, she was at a gathering in a public setting with family. She went to a bathroom that was unisex and a stranger followed her in and locked the door. He proceeded to do what he did.
I can’t even describe all of the emotions I am feeling. I’m hurt, I’m enraged, but most of all I feel guilty. I was invited to this event and chose not to go. On top of that, this happened while I was outside waiting to pick her up. All the while, she was going through hell while I was casually scrolling through YouTube videos getting upset at why she was taking so long. When she finally told me after we drove off, it broke me. Shattered.
Now it’s a few days later, I have nightmares. I’m standing outside of my own car that’s parked, watching myself just scroll through YouTube videos as I wait. All the while I’m screaming at myself to go in and save her, or stop it from happening. Banging on my car window, but I can’t get my own attention. I can’t close my eyes, because every time I do I get images of what she may have been going through. I have not slept in 3 days. I’ve fallen deep, but I don’t show it because she’s going through much worse and I have to be there for her. I haven’t looked at my own reflection since then. When I catch a glimpse of myself, I see pure disgust in my own reflection. I scream that I hate myself and ask myself why I didn’t go in to see her.
I hate him. So dam much. I have so much hate in my heart for the man responsible for this. I want nothing more than to see his own blood on my hands, for hurting someone I’m so deeply in love with. But all the while, I hate myself. No matter how many people have told me (including my partner) that it’s not my fault, I can’t bring myself to ever dare believing them, because in my heart I see this as something I could have prevented. In just a flash, I’m paranoid about how I touch her, kiss her, or hold her because I don’t want to accidentally hurt her.
Please. It’s my first time posting on a subreddit. I need help. I need guidance. I need anyone. How can I help her? How can I help myself?

The video in question advocates for a style of trading where you establish fundamentally where the market can and can't be. Then you wait for it to technically slide into a position that it fundamentally CAN'T be... once there you just use technicals to bet against it, in line with fundemental bias.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qYPQrRhyJ_o
About half way in the video he makes a point:
AUDUSD is ranging BECAUSE the US and AU are exchanging interest rates, each taking turns to increase them.
He says that the range WON'T be broken UNTIL they pattern stops fundamentally no matter if the range 'technically' breaks.
Today we saw that play out like clockwork.
At the beginning of last week the AUD broke the bottom if it's range for apparently no reason. It drifted 131 pips for most of the day under this range.
Today as if the market 'sprung' a trap. It jumped 134 pips back into the range. Why? Next week there's an RBA rate decision which WILL see AUS raise rates. ie; The range is still FUNDEMENTALLY holding, despite technically being broken.
Easy. Money.

I share an office with the most insufferable person.
I have been tolerating her for over a year now, but I’m at the end of my rope after today’s events.
She has a floor heater she keeps on every. single. day. It could be the hottest day of summer, and her heater will still be on. Our office does not have windows. It is tiny and stuffy without her heater. It’s uncomfortably hot with it. I use a tower fan in our office to try to keep myself cool, but it’s still hot. I can’t put it on the highest setting because it will blow the papers on my desk all over the place. Anytime anyone walks into our office, they make a comment about how hot it is in there. Today two people made a comment, so I agreed with them. She got all snappy. She told one of them to take off their jacket (for reference, we work in a professional setting that requires jackets, and I have to wear long sleeves to cover my tattoos). I suggested that she puts on a jacket to warm up, and she says, “No, it’s constricting and makes it hard to type.” Okay, whatever.
Then she makes a comment about how we’re hot because she’s sitting there and she’s so “hot.” Yeah, right.
I’m tucked into the corner of our office, so there’s no circulating air where I sit. The vent in our office hits her directly where she sits, so that’s why she’s so cold. I suggested that we switch desks and she says, “No. I like my desk where it’s at, it’s in front of the door so I can see people come and go.”
I just rolled my eyes and kept working.
A couple moments later she asks, “Did you curse me? I’m starting to feel hot.”
I just stayed silent.
Soon enough it was time for my lunch break. Before leaving I always turn off the tower fan.
I come back from my lunch and guess who is using the fan to cool themselves down? My office mate!
Then when I return she has audacity to tell me I can put it back on me and says, “You know when you leave for lunch you don’t have to turn the fan off if you don’t want it to be stuffy in here.”
At this point I’m livid. I just stay quiet and get back to work.
The inconsideration doesn’t end there.
She listens to her music so loudly I can hear it with her headphones in. She always sings along aloud in the worst voice you can imagine. Yesterday one of our coworkers heard her singing and said, “Good thing you’re a great bookkeeper.”
She’s a smoker and seldomly freshens up after smoking. I have seen her come back without washing her hands or using some kind of scented spray. Imagine a hot stuffy office that also smells like Newports.
She overshares every single detail of her life.
She overshares everything everyone tells her. I know the secrets and intimate details of all of our coworkers’ lives because she tells me everything. (Ex: One of our higher ups had a serious medical condition and she tells me, “Don’t tell anyone but so and so had *insert medical condition.” Then she went on to tell the next three people who walked into our office, “Don’t tell anyone but so and so had *insert medical condition.”)
She cries almost every single week about her life.
She has cried at least once a month every month since I’ve worked here.
Anytime I bring food she says, “Didn’t your mom teach you that if you didn’t bring enough for everyone that you shouldn’t bring it at all?”
She always mooches off of everyone.
She interrupts everyone.
She tells me she believes in karma, so she doesn’t like to do bad things yet she uses her dead dad’s handicap placard for better parking. Mind you, she’s able bodied. She actively commits fraud in other ways, but I won’t get into that. She also tells me stories about how she physically and verbally abuses her husband and children.
I have really, really, really tried to tolerate her and remain passive but I feel like I’m going to snap.
Basically any nightmarish quality you can imagine in a person, she has.
When I first started working there she told me she thought the person I replaced left because of her, and now I can see why.
We’re having new offices built, and I can’t wait to be permanently distanced from her.
If you stayed, thanks for your time.

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I was homeless for about a decade of my life. It started when I was in middle school and I finally exited in my 20's. I did this by obtaining a subsidy through a non profit, but I had to find the right non profit to get it, for starters. I had to document in black and white a history of chronic homelessness, which came out to only be 4 years on paper despite having actually been homeless for closer to 10. I learned everything about this life the hard way. I'm lucky to be alive. I know so much about the local system and how it operates, but I can't share this knowledge with anyone. I know so much about the corruption happening within the shelter system, but I can't tell anybody. I know so much about street survival but have nobody to pass it on to. I've tried joining non profits and coalitions but they all operate in conjunction with the very system I had to fight for my life in, one that is rotting at the core, and the most influential members in these groups are career social workers. Not all of them, but they are the ones whose words hold the most weight. There is nobody representing people like I once was. There is nobody providing us a voice, or providing us with meaningful guidance in how to navigate this system and how to survive in the meantime. Advocate teams have gone out during sweeps to "help" but all they do is yell at the people that they don't have to move their tents and hand out some snacks and water bottles. I think the food and water is great but it's less than just a bandaid solution, it's like sweeping broken glass under a rug. They have county workers going out and referring people to shelter, but I can vividly remember when I was approached by them when I was at the lowest point of my homelessness and got referred, it is such an awful memory I will never forget it. It happened years ago and I can still recall every tiny detail as though I am living it all over again. These referrals aren't helping people, in many cases they are harming them. Since my cities election, policy surrounding homelessness has began evolving rapidly and I am witnessing devastating effects every time I go outside. Massive sweeps are taking place and I see homeless people everywhere, more than I've ever seen before. I see them suffering in many different ways, I see some who have turned hostile against the public and are actively lashing out at strangers. There were definitely times I wanted to do that when I was on the street, I can still very clearly remember the blinding anger and spite I felt then. It makes me think that I have turned my back on my own people. Because I made it out and I survived, should I be grateful and try to just move on and pretend the last decade was one long bad dream? Being so young that last decade contains all of my core beliefs, morals, life experiences, and sense of self. I can't turn away from it, this survivors guilt is eating me alive. I want to reflect these intensely painful memories and emotions into something positive instead of letting it poison the life I fought for or making me angry and bitter and resentful of society. A lot of the time I find myself feeling these emotions and I know they are counterproductive. I think the root of it is all of this knowledge and experience I have locked up inside me, unable to be put to any use. I don't think anyone in an influential position will listen to a word I have to say, because in the end, they will protect the hand that feeds them even if it goes against their own morality. They will defend this system with all of its flaws until the end, and when they are done they will move on to another job in social services and forget about it all. I don't even want to get paid, I don't desire any form of compensation. I just want to see change but I'm beginning to think the only way that could ever happen is if I start at ground zero, engaging with homeless people on the street and without outside entities involved who have an agenda to push.
The biggest problem I can see immediately is addiction and violence in the population. I do not know how I would help an addict. I have never used illegal drugs. I had many neighbors across various programs while I was doing time in the system, who came in sober and got immediately hooked because of the drug culture inside the shelter. The ones I knew better, I would try to talk to them, I would try to tell them they were taking steps backwards every time they picked up that pipe, but as they say in NA- change comes from within, and unless the addict wants to recover, they will not. I begged friends I had as a kid to stop using, I told them I felt like I couldn't go on without them, yet I lost them all to addiction anyways. It didn't matter what I said or did, because an addict cannot stop using unless they truly want that from within their own self. This was one of those hard reality pills for me to swallow in life because it meant the loss of people who I loved, both in the spirit and in the flesh. I honestly do not know how I would help somebody in active addiction or if it is even possible to do so. I am still grieving loss associated with substance abuse. Another lesson I learned from street school is that addicts are volatile. They may appear fine for some hours, days even, then they will descend into a negative spiral. Sometimes that spiraling manifests as verbal abuse, screaming and delusions, other times it manifests in physical violence or suicidal acts. Obviously I'm not equipped to deal with that if I am just a singular person trying to go out there and talk to people by myself. I can usually evaluate somebody pretty quickly by sight, but you never can know for sure. The most dangerous people, homeless or not, are the people who are best at hiding such tendencies. This has really left me stumped on how I could proceed. What I am considering is focusing on finding people younger than I am, people who are often newly homeless and may not have been exposed or had limited exposure to street drugs. They also qualify for the same type of program that got me my subsidy, Transitional Age Youth, which many young people are unaware of. One of the worst places for a young homeless person to be is inside an older adult shelter, but social workers still refer them there and young people still walk into the trap. Maybe if someone could warn them, guide them, show them safe places to sleep and shower and eat, educate them on which shelters to stay out of and which ones are worth a shot at, maybe it would put my life to use beyond working my civilian job and going to my civilian Community College where I am completely separated from my past. Maybe it's just delusional on my part to think I could help anybody. I'd really like to hear from other homeless people or recently exited homeless. Any feedback from those who have experienced this, even criticism, would perhaps give me a better starting point.

Hi guys. First of all, I'm really sorry if I misspell something, english is not my first language.
Last night, I was sleeping and having a "normal" dream until something else invaded that dream. A door or portal (I'm not sure) started forming in the air right in front of me. I became very curious and as I approached, the door opened, revealing a huge, dark, and cold corridor. It was dark, and there was a spiritual aura in that corridor that frightened me. Just as I was about to give up on entering it, I felt a hand on my shoulder. When that hand touched my shoulder, I shrunk down and started crawling on the ground (I think I transformed into a snake), and that somehow made me feel safe enough to pass through the corridor.
Inside the corridor, there were many doors, and I could see glimpses of light and images through the cracks. These seemed like memories. I could hear various sounds coming from the doors, voices conversing, laughter... But I didn't want to enter any of those doors, despite my curiosity. I stopped at the end of the corridor when the last door in front of me opened, and I entered it, and then I started watching a new dream, and I'm pretty sure it was my past life - all of the sensations were TOO VIVID and I can even remember smells, writings on banners, and too many details that I wouldn't remember if it was just a weird dream.
After I entered the door, it seemed like I "returned" to being human and started witnessing several memories of a past life, but they were scrambled and out of order.
The first memory that came to mind was when I was wearing red lipstick, a long dress that didn't seem to belong to this era, and I was smoking a thing that looked like a thin stick, like, it wasn't a common cigarette. I appeared to be young but trying to portray a mature woman. I remember I was scared, not wanting to be recognized. I was on the rooftop of a condominium or hotel (I'm not sure) waiting for my mama, and a very confident, charming, and polite man with a mustache and a suit became interested in me, he was watching me from a distance. He started talking to me, I remember I was trying to be seductive and wanted to look like I was bored, but he made me smile and laugh, and that sensation was weird, it was like I haven't laughed in a while, it felt like relief. Even when I rejected him and tried to be rude, he didn't give up the interest in me, he laughed and seemed to like me even more.
The second memory was of when I was a little girl, wearing a standout red cardigan, living in a village with lots of snow. I would walk home following a train line that was still being constructed I guess, and the men in that village would fish in a large lake, that would freeze in the winter. The houses were small, there were no tall buildings, and the only vegetation was like a tundra. [When I talked to my best friend about this part of the dream, we researched similar places to this one that I dreamed, and after some time we found pictures of places in Russia that seemed veeeeeery similar to this place, specially a city called "Murmansk". I didn't even know this city even existed and never heard of that place in my life, I'M A BRAZILIAN].
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The third memory I had was when I was a slightly older girl, but it was before the first memory, I think here I was what, 13? 16? I'm not sure. I had long, brown hair and wore a white dress with ruffled edges that went down to my calves, like girls would wear in ancient times, around 1910/1920. I lived in a house that looked like a mansion, with brick roofs and a large estate that included a grove and a fountain. I remember the memory starting with me arriving from the sky, perhaps by a small airplane or helicopter (??) or some other aerial vehicle (?? i really don't know). I was truly wealthy, with one or two servants waiting for me, and my father was a wealthy man who loved me dearly. I was his darling. He seemed to be a professor at a university or something similar, he was a man of knowledge. I remember hearing people calling me... "Masha," "Masha". I was really happy and lived a good life around that time, I remember feeling like everything was right. [When I told my best friend about that, she enlightened me that Masha is a Russian name and that it was actually a nickname for Maria. And I didn't even know Maria was a Russian name, since it's pretty common here in Latin America too. I was mesmerized. Still am.]
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The fourth memory is precisely with my father. I remember being in some place underground, like a mine or a metro (I remember it had a train line and some trolleys) and oddly enough, that's where I studied, alongside other young people, some girls and mostly young men. I studied in a laboratory with my father's support, but what I was doing seemed to be illegal, I don't know. I think it was not allowed for me to study. I apparently had a fiancé, a blond, white man, and he was really wealthy. I loved him at first, but something involving sex happened, I'm not sure. It was after this "sexual encounter" that I completely lost interest in him, I felt disgusted by him and only wanted to know about studying, I didn't want to be his wife. I reall can't remember how, but in the end I avoided marrying him. That's when everything seemed to start going wrong, but I don't know how either.
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The fifth memory is of my engagement party with the charming mustached man I met in the first memory. I truly loved him and was very, very happy, oh my god, I can't even describe. We were celebrating our engagement in a place that looked like a small dinebar and I remember the smell of strong perfum, food that involves garlic and sweat (but I didn't find it disgusting, it was hot inside while it was really cold outside, as always. I remember I was so happy I was ecstatic). I remember having diverse guests, some people who seemed to be on the margins of society, like black people, homosexual people, etc. They were all my friends, dear people to me. I remember reaching the back of the diner and seeing my mother wearing a fur coat and a pearl necklace, dressed in 1920s attire, all elegant compared to the rest of us, who were not simple but not so wealthy looking. She was crying because my father had already passed away and because she had no money for anything. She was devastated, and that saddened me deeply, cause I missed her and I missed the feeling of not being the mother to my own mother. I was a 100% certain she would use the money I gave her to buy alcohol since she had become an alcoholic by that point. She smiled at that moment (that was the only time she smiled the entire night) and left through the back with a friend. I remember that impacted me very much, and my fiancé comforted me.
The sixth memory is strange. I was much poorer, living in a very simple cottage with my mother and the man who had become my husband. I remember being in the bedroom with my husband, being... Y'know... intimate, and the sensations felt really real. And my mother was clueless and quite intrusive. She entered the room without knocking or giving any warning, and it was a very embarrassing moment, I remember losing my temper with her and almost yelling that she couldn't do that kind of thing. Then, I remember putting on my clothes, a long-sleeved dress that went down to my calves and was straight, and brown boots. I was skinny and lived in a village with some trees and wooden houses. I recall being a teacher at a school for homosexual boys, I was protecting them from the law, trying to teach tem how to survive while everybody thought they were there to be "reformed". My husband knew everything and was very supportive. Then there was this day when a really strict general entered the school, I already knew him from before. He was there again, wanting to see if the boys were "reformed," and I had to quickly warn the boys to maintain their composure. I remember the general wearing black leather clothes, an imposing hat/beret, and I was so afraid of him that my legs trembled and despite me being a rebel at that point of my life, I was scared like a chicken. I felt like he knew I was lying, like he caught me but acted cool, and I remember thinking that my life was in danger. [Later, when talking to my best friend, I realized that the way he dressed and his behavior reminded me a little too much of a nazi general/soldier. I'm not sure, but this could be it].
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The last memory I recall is visiting my husband in prison during winter when there was A LOT of wind and snow. I was wearing a dress, boots, and a warm brown coat, with two pigtails on each side of my head, like "Mary Jane" style. I had a heavy heart as I entered a dark and gray corridor, searching for my husband in the cells until I found him. He was shirtless, barefoot, wearing only gray sweatpants, lying on a stone bench, and he was very strong. I remember being horrified and screaming in despair with all the strenght I had in my lungs, "They're going to kill him! He will die of cold! Cover him up right now!". It was truly horrifying to me, specially because the reason he was there wasn't fair, he didn't do anything wrong, in fact he was fighting for what was right (I don't know what it was, but I remember I kept repeating this inside my mind, like, talking to myself, so revolted for all of this situation, as if it all wasn't fair at all). I recall another man, I'm not sure if he was a corrupt prison guard or a fellow inmate who had been released, gave me the key, and I managed to open the cell where my husband was. It seems like it was planned but I didn't know, we escaped and started running. I remember running through the emergency exit, the fire stairs, and the alarm was triggered. Men in uniforms came running after us with weapons in their hands. I remember almost losing my husband of sight because he was trying to close the door so we could win time, but I waited for him until the end, and we were going downstairs, jumping the stairs. In the end, I only remember that by some miracle, we managed to escape and reached an abandoned wooden cottage where he got dressed, and there was hot soup prepared by his sister, who provided us shelter, but I don't think we had a 'plan B' to get out of there and move on. We had nowhere to go, I guess, but I'm not sure. I just remember being tired, running, the sensation of my heart pulsing so fast I could feel it in my head. I was determined to save my husband.
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That's the last memory I have. After that, I don't remember anything else, but I woke up with a sense that our story ended badly. I remember I could'nt stop crying. And I know it all sounds too much of a fanfic but I swear I'm not lying, I swear to god - my boyfriend texted me that morning when I was talking to my best friend about this weird dream, and told me he dreamt that he was a doctor and lived in Russia with me. When I started talking to Erica (my best friend) about it, he was still sleeping.
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I'm certain it wasn't just some hallucination, it was a past life memory. I just don't understand, why would the universe/god/whatever's up there make me remember this life? Because it wasn't a hypnotherapy, I wasn't meditating, I was SLEEPING. It happend involuntarily. What do they want to tell me? Why couldn't I see how I died, was it too traumatizing? Who was Masha/Maria? Who was her father, what was the name of my husband? Will I ever know? I'm just so, so curious. I want to know more.
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What do you guys think of this all? What should I do? I'd like to go to a hypnotherapy session but I'm so afraid of, Idk, feeling pain, or seeing how I died and ending up more terrified than I already am of death. I really don't know. But I want to know who Masha/Maria was, what was her last name, if she really existed... I just need to know it was real.

My step dad is horrible at parenting and so is my mom my mom basically lets him do what he wants I'm older and they don't really mess with me because I'm just doing what I'm told until I get out so what happened was to my little brother my little brother is 6 and he is a huge cry baby and a problem child and he became like this because off being spoiled or bad parenting but it's not about that so recently my little brother got a phone so it can distract him and he basically got addicted to it already I downloaded a game that I play and he was trying to catch up with me and beat me at it so he would stay up all night and play it well it was time to go to bed and he was crying because they was taking his phone away from him and my step dad threatened to destroy his phone in front of his face if he didn't stop crying or making a sound how do you expect a 6 old to just stop crying and making noises period so he ends up making another sound and my step dad destroys it and breaks in 2 in front of my little brother he thens starts crying even more that was dumb asf honestly I didn't even want him to have a phone just yet cause he is to young but my step dad basically destroyed something he loved playing with and he said he did it to make him a better person the little mf is a little kid the only thing that did was made him hate them and that's not even the start worse things has happened at least with me but I'm not gonna talk about that

Pre-rant disclaimer: I am by no means a top level player or even incredibly skilled, I’m just a guy that plays this game a lot and really loves it as a fighting game.
Ok, I get it, there’s some problems with this game when it comes to the hit-or-miss net code and the “Smurf” accounts and I’ve run into a few of those myself, but online or even ranked isn’t the only thing this game has to offer. The game at its core isn’t just hopping online and queuing up in ranked to boost your BP, there’s ring matches, casuals, offline local battle, story mode and even arcade (even tho the story is kinda mid IMO and the CPU’s can be a bit annoying to fight at times) if you don’t like the net code then don’t play ranked, queue in casuals or join a ring to just have some harmless fun without any points on the line. If you don’t have the best internet or you’re worried about someone Smurffing then find a buddy and start an offline local battle, I can tell you from experience that going to my friends house and playing some not so serious games is one of the most enjoyable things I’ve done with this game, and i guarantee you’ll get better if you do this. I’ve spent countless hours sat right next to one of my best friends in recent years going back and forth for dozens of games and I truly believe I’ve gotten better as a result. If you don’t have anyone you know that’ll spend long nights going round for round with you then hop on social media and find a group to join that’s full of like minded people who will, that’s the honest story to how I found my practice partner and I’m certain it can work for many more people. If you feel like you’re starting to plateau in skill then watch some YouTube videos and learn something new or even go into training mode and find it yourself, there’s plenty of content creators out there where you can get inspiration from. I’m kinda rambling on a bit longer than I planned but what I want everyone to know is that you can be a beginner or a pro with thousands of hours of practice, but there’s nothing stopping you from finding someone that’ll challenge you and help you improve. I hope some of you can take away the fact that there’s always options if you want something to enjoy about this game, I know I’ve found what I love about it, just go out there and have fun with it and don’t stress too much about what anyone else tells you in the end it’s still just a game and games are meant to be fun.

Hi everyone,
If anyone had a similar experience, feel free to talk about how do you deal with it !
For a little context, I was considered a « late bloomer » because I was 20 and still a virgin.
About 2 years ago, I was at a party and I started a conversation with a guy who was pouring me alcohol. I got drunk and he helped me going to the bathroom because I couldn’t walk by myself.
After that, we started kissing but he wanted to go further. He quickly tried to take off my skirt and I told him that I didn’t want to do anything else than kissing. He kept insisting and I answered that I really don’t want to do it and that I was a virgin on top of that. He told me I was lying and that we can’t stop mid way. He also said it was my fault I got him horny. Then, he pushed me on the ground and I just let him do it.
I can’t describe how dirty I felt because I didn’t want to do it and because he didn’t use a condom. I am mad at my body because I felt pleasure. I feel dumb because I couldn’t stand up for myself, push him out of the way and just leave the bathroom. I am angry at myself because that will be forever the memory I have of my first time.
I wanted to report him to the police but, with the stories I’ve heard, I was afraid of being slut shamed by the officers and I knew it would be useless. However I wish I did because who knows what he did to other women or anyone in the past and what he is capable to do in the future ?
Ever since, I often cry when I remember that night and his face. I am telling myself that I just could have not drink or stay at home to avoid all of what happened. But I am trying to make effort to seek for a psychological help and get trough it one day.
Sending strength and love to you all !

Please don't let me imagine it's you again when I roll over in my sleep. I want to give you something that I can't give you and that you shouldn't want. I know who and what my place is in the universe now, and because of all you've helped me let go of, I have more dufflebags in my closet than I need. It makes this load relatively easy to carry. I will never stop thanking you, and the universe for bringing us to eachother. I hope I can be this strong for you one day babe, we have the rest of time now.