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2023.06.01 18:46 temporaryAMA A made a traffic mistake that made a stranger mad and I feel absolutely terrible
I was driving to pick up something to the store when I saw someone walking their dog along the road, I slowed down as another car was also coming in the opposite direction. When I slowed down the lady walked up to my car and looked at me weirdly like I was up to something, so for some reason I though I should just drive past her quickly while the other car was just about to pass me, so I did. And as I started accelerating and go past her she raised her fist at me and I saw her shake it at me in my rear view mirror but I drove off in this sort of semi panicked state
I know that I shouldn't have done that but my brain has just been in such a anxious mode today and just that tiny interaction made me panic and not think straight so I did something stupid. Nobody got hurt or anything like that but it was still the wrong thing to do in that situation.
I wish I knew who the person was so I could say sorry, but at the same time they look like the just wanted to yell at me so I don't think I want to see them ever again. I shouldn't have been driving in the first place, it was dumb as it could have waiting until tomorrow when I felt better
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2023.06.01 18:45 Conscious-Amount7564 I messed up an interview and my motivation is now sub-zero.
TL;DR at the end
I (M22) applied for an 8 month mission as youth volunteer EMT in the Fire dpt. Didn't seem like they had unreachable expectations, I was mostly confident and had built up quite the motivation. I was even trying my hardest to keep from smiling like a big idiot when my fellow candidates and I got inside the Fire dpt. HQ. They briefed us on what our mission would consist of, everyone seemed pretty nice and warm. I was a little tired and very hungry, but I was there for it. I really wanted to go through with it.
Comes the time of the interview and I'm shaking like chihuahua. I tried be still but the hair on the back of my neck was spiking. I spoke with the quietest voice in my family for 10 generations and struggled to finish even the simplest of sentences. The firefighters understood me just fine and were pretty reassuring, but I know they saw the distress in my body language. Right outta the room i returned immediately to being chill, just chatting with other candidates. There's talk of getting McD's with everyone.
Final batch of paperwork and I'm pulled aside. They tell me they weren't feeling me during the interview. I confess I usually have a hard time being interviewed or evaluated. I'm told i need to get my head straight (in a nice encouraging way) and come back for the next openings in about 10 months. They try to reassure me but I now feel like shit. I'm escorted out and I am simply at a loss. Out before everyone else, so i go get myself the cheapest burger. I'm sure there was a lot of sugar or additive but this burger tasted like the most bland and stale in my life. Also probably the loneliest meal ever.
I have been inactive for almost 4 years. I started uni studying film, but it was all theory and I craved only practical work. I struggled to keep up with the art history, deep analysis and the like for 2 years. So I try to focus on getting to work. The one time I get a job on a big production in Paris, it is set to take place in June 2020. Some luck that was. I tried following class online but it was just not for me. I try studying something else, I like speaking in english and am curious about other languages. Linguistics it is then. Only to be affected to a remote-only course by default. Which hasn't turned out any better. At this point I tell myself I need a more hands-on activity after being stuck so long at home. Helping people is a good start, I've been pondering joining the armed forces for a while, I took interest in many jobs. This mission would have been gold to me; experience, skills, money to help the family, self-confidence and no more bystanding when someone is in need of help, which, for the latter, is sadly a daily aspect of almost everyone in this city, including me.
I don't even know what I want my future to be, I pretended film was it for the entierity of high school. Everyone, my childhood hometown friends, my neighbors, my family in France, in Asia, in America, my junior high clique, my high school friends and even teachers that helped me wipe tears off because I handed a blank page in philosophy class, everyone was rooting for me to reach what I thought was my dream job. Now I've wasted 4 years ony to end up with nothing other than my high school diploma and no idea what to do next year.
I've been saying "just fine" when asked how I'm doing for years and I'll keep doing it, even if the other person is genuinely asking. I just don't know who to talk to, and when I try doing it wih friends or family I keep telling myself no to waste their time and appreciate the moment instead. I can't talk with my parents or brother without tearing up, I keep myself from hugging anyone for no reason and when I get hugged I tell myself it's for the other's sake. I've mastered the art of sobbbing silently and discreetly as to not disturb the house. Not that my parents taught me to, I simply imposed it onto myself. Can't really turn to religion as I plain lost faith. Don't believe in it, however hard I try. I end up watching my parents and brother go to mass every sunday morning while I stay home.
I'm currently watching my group of friends getting their own pads and moving out of the region. Of course I feel like lagging behind as even in my family, those my age have started proposing and living with their partners. Visiting family back in my parent's home country and families this summer is gonna be tedious as the oldest cousin that hasn't progressed and the only non-believer. Tomorrow we're celebrating one of my friends' departure and I'm considering obliterating my wallet and my liver with alcohol despite not really liking it.
That rejection for the EMT mission, although I know is not definitive and excluding me from trying again, has devastated me. And it didn't immediately hit when I got out of the building but crept in slowly and viciously as I was making my way home. I had to go cry in an isolated clearing near my apartment. Still live at my parent's so I dreaded going back in. I stood in front of my porch for an hour.
I'm off to a great month of June it seems; my birthday is next wednesday and despite spending it with a loving and caring family, I know it just won't be happier than the previous 6 or 7. I feel jaded as hell and I'm the only one to blame for it. I'm 22 and a sad sack of shit who can't open up. My future seems not that bright, as does that of many others. But I feel like my motivation to get through it is non-existent. I gotta get ready to go play music with kids in less than an hour and put on an artificial smile that I 've had for too long.
I've had flashing images of a gun in my mouth many times now. I know i don't want to end it, but the image (and false idea) of an easy way out is just kinda ... pleasant.
I'm sorry for the rambling and if you got through all that then thank you for your time. Sorry if I just wasted it. I just need to vent i think; tonight and tomorrow i'll probably be able to pretend I didn't post this.
TL;DR : I messed up an interview for something i wanted to dedicate almost a year to in order to get back on track and find my way. I now feel like Satan's shit.
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2023.06.01 18:45 RecognitionEconomy78 Cat urine smells like mildew, HELP!
My 1.5 yr old spayed female cat’s urine suddenly smells like mildew. It’s so odd. She’s been to the vet b/c I thought she had a UTI, I brought in a urine sample and it came back normal. I brought her in a second time because the smell wouldn’t go away and I let them get a fresh sample and it came back normal. The vet doesn’t know what’s causing the sudden change in the smell of her urine. She was eating hills science indoor then I switched to the urinary/hairball formulation because of the urine odor. For some reason hills is the only dry food she likes that doesn’t give her diarrhea. The vet decided to put her on hills urinary c/d prescription diet. I also started giving her Friskies lil shakes to increase water intake to help dilute the urine so the odor wouldn’t be strong. She won’t eat regular wet food unless it’s basically liquidized soup. Right now it seems the smell is not as strong since the changes but it’s still there. The vet also said she had a bit of yeast in her vaginal area and gave me some spray to wipe the area down daily. Other than the mildew smell she’s been totally normal and happy go lucky. I did change her litter 3 months ago, & noticed the mildew smell halfway through, I’ve since changed it back. I also started giving her a hairball supplement but she finished those weeks ago so I would think if that caused it, the smell would be gone by now. She has two litter boxes that I scoop daily. She has a fountain but I did notice she hasn’t been drinking as much water as she normally does so that’s why I started giving her the puréed treats. What else can I do? Should I stay on the prescription diet? She has leaked pee droplets in the past, & vet gave antibiotics for presumed UTI. It cleared up. The food is expensive though and she’s never had crystals or an actual confirmed UTI. It’s just this random strong mildew odor that came out of nowhere after switching her litter. It’s for sure her pee, when I had to collect the urine sample, the entire bathroom smelled like that as soon as she peed. I didn’t read anything about the c/d formula helping with urine odor, does it? Vet is just as stumped as I am.
TL;DR: Young spayed healthy female cat’s urine suddenly smells like mildew and she doesn’t have a UTI. What to do?
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2023.06.01 18:44 innout-or-outnnin Why In'n'Out is the Best Fast Food: Fresh Ingredients, Delicious Burgers, and Exceptional Service!
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2023.06.01 18:43 innout-or-outnnin Why In'n'Out is the Best Fast Food: Fresh Ingredients, Delicious Burgers, and Unbeatable Service!
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2023.06.01 18:42 Imatomat [Request] 55 burgers 55 fries 55 tacos 55 pies 55 cokes 100 tater tots 100 pizzas 100 tenders 100 meatballs 100 coffees 55 wings 55 shakes 55 pancakes 55 pastas 55 peppers and 155 taters from I Think You Should Leave
2023.06.01 18:41 play987654321 Passing out burgers and beer at 659.7, where the AT crosses Johns Creek! Here until 6pm.
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2023.06.01 18:40 IWillHackAndKillyee The true identity of Joy boy is...
So in the latest chapter it is stated that the D initial was passed down from the world governments biggest enemy, who we can only assume was Joy boy since Joy boy's entire deal was opposing the world government and their formation. It is not however stated outright that Joy boy is this enemy, and neither is the identity clarified.
It's also stated that Lili made a huge mistake, which resultet in the poneglyphs being spread around the world. Imu does however recognize that this "mistake" may very well have been a purposeful action taken by Lili, an action that opposes the world government by spreading the only records of the true history of the world and the world governments crimes.
It is likely that Lili understands the language of the poneglyphs. If the spreading of them was such a huge problem, the language used on the poneglyphs may have been the common language back during and even before the void century. It was this leak of information that lead to the world government immediately pushing to change the common language used, and banning all use and recordings of the previous language, which in turn lead to yet another crime from the world government, one so vile that Lili saw it fit to become an active enemy of them.
This is what then leads me to the prophecy Roger and Oden heard the sea kings talk about. The sea kings talked about the birth of two special sovereigns, whose meeting would cause great change in the world. One of these was very obviously Shirahoshi, but the other one would be born in another sea far away.
Luffy was an obvious candidate for this second sovereign, however no big changes started happening after Luffy and Shirahoshi met. However, after Shirahoshi and Vivi met now during the reverie many big things have happened in the world.
- Crossguild formed, which has seen a great reduction in the power of the marines, which is pretty much the world governments public face and main military force.
- Two out of the four emperor have been defeated, one of whom by the wielder of a zoan type devil fruit which contains the power of a god of freedom.
- Multiple nations have turned against the world government with the help of the revolutionary army.
- The revolutionary army have officially began their war strategies against the world government by starving them of supplies from around the world.
- Shanks has joined into the race for the poneglyphs and the one piece.
- There is also another world shaking event taking place in what would be tomorrow for the current timeline.
All of these massive events have only started taking place after the reverie, which was also the first reverie for years where fishman island participated, and this time with the current wielder of poseidon, Shirahoshi, who now has met Vivi for the first time and now everything is suddenly going wild around the world.
Vivi was also born very far away from fishman island, in another sea.
And with this, it's safe to say that Vivi is the second sovereign.
But back with Lili now, she had already proven herself a threat towards the world government, and thereby an enemy whi had to be eliminated. Since fishman island and Alabasta both didn't ally with the world government, it would make sense for Lili to go to them in order to bring down the world government since they both were neither in any favourable positions with them.
The poneglyph on fishman island is an apology from Joy boy, and apology about Joy boys inability to fulfill a promise they made. This promise could very well have been a promise to help fishman island change the world, since it seemed very dire.
But if the actual people who were supposed to change the world were Lili and Poseidon, then that apology message had to have come from Lili, not another person.
When it is then revealed by Cobra that Lili's full name was Nefertari D Lili, it would make sense for Lili to be this great enemy of the world government.
- She bears the letter D which was inherited by all who came after her, and the letter is stated to have come from the world governments greatest enemy, who most likely was the person known as Joy boy.
- She wanted to meet with Poseidon in order to change the world and bring down the world government.
- She understands the language on the poneglyphs and could therefore write an apology message in that way.
The true identity of Joy boy is Neferari D Lili.
The name Joy boy appears seperate to hers though because while Joy boy is an epithet granted to very unique individuals, in this case Lili, it also seems to have acted like a force driving Lili towards liberating the world from the grasp the world government would hold over it, and it is this force that Luffy now fully embodies. Luffy IS the Joy boy epithet, while Lili was the first to bear that name. And now the prophecy the sea kings talked about is only met when a Nefertari who has a connection to Joy boy, in Vivi's case through Luffy, meets with Poseidon, Shirahoshi. It is through Luffy Shirahoshi and Vivi could connect with each other at the reverie, or in other words through "Joy boys" promise. However Luffy naturally doesn't care about the world government or bringing them down now that Robin is safe, since he doesn't really know anything about them, however with Sabo being alive to relay all the information of the reverie to the straw hats, and therein Cobras murder, would now have and actial incentive to destroy the world government and therefore change the world.
This is just my theory on the matter though. Let me know if I missed some important details that may invalidate this whole theory or if there is anything else important I've missed.
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2023.06.01 18:39 CatfromLongIsland My Prayer Plant Today vs. August 2021
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The prayer plant was originally part of a dish garden sent to me on my birthday maybe four years ago. I had to transplant the dish garden to a larger planter in August 2021. In October 2022 I adopted my cat Sammy and needed to make the house more “cat safe”. So the plants were split up. The dieffenbachia and arrowhead plants went onto the wall unit (both gone now 😕), I got rid of the tiny pothos and the tall plants whose name I never knew. The prayer plant was left in the planter on the kitchen table. The table has basically become a plant stand. I am really happy with how the prayer plant looks today. And hidden among its leaves you will still find the winking ceramic frog. I adopted him from a friend’s flower pot after she passed away. submitted by CatfromLongIsland to houseplants [link] [comments]
2023.06.01 18:38 Southern_Grass7818 [PC][late 90s - early 200s] an old maze game where the main character was purple
Genre: puzzle/maze (not very complex from what I remember)
Estimated year of release: I doubt it came out any later than 2002
Graphics/art style: cartoonish
Notable characters: I could be wrong but I feel like you played as a purple character with springs who jumped around from square to square while avoiding enemies on like a black and white maze/area
Notable gameplay mechanics:
You're looking down at the purple guy as they navigated through the maze
Other details: The character said Cheese burger or Cheesy burger
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2023.06.01 18:37 R420R77 Random thoughts of a dying man.
Well, I guess I should start at the beginning the majority of all stories tend to start. I was born in Detroit, Michigan in the month of June 1977. I was soon adopted and never met my biological family but have been told that I have two biological sisters, Karen, and Xinea as well as two brothers named Robert, and Jerry(perhaps Gerry I suppose). My mother is Patricia Bray, and my alleged father is Carl Ambers according to the adoption records that I found after the death of my adopted mother, Opal in 2001; I was a grown man by then. I was adopted by Opal and Frank Smith(we will say) in 1978. Somehow they knew my biological mother but that connection was never revelled to me. Opal was one of 17 children who grew up on a mountain somewhere in West Virginia. I was told that her father killed himself in front of her and her siblings when she was less than 10 years old. He was a coal miner and was injured in some type of accident and left unable to work with 19 mouths to feed; hard to fathom but for the love of God why in front of the children? Regardless of his reason this event left a lasting impact upon his 9 year old daughter that would ripple throughout space and time with the force of an atomic bomb; to this day that act and subsequent reaction linger. Opal was a devout Pentecost, Southern Baptist, or whatever similar religion she felt; not exactly sure. She was once a member of the People's Temple church in the early days when they were in Indianapolis (circa 1953-54). She left the church when the new leader, a man by the name of Jim Jones took over and began to allow people of other races into the fellowship; Opal being a woman of God as well as a devout racist left the church. They would later commit forced suicide in Ghana by drinking cyanide laced drinks at the end of machine guns. Opal was a small woman and she had many older brothers. She spent her developmental years fatherless, emotionally wrecked, and on a mountain with those brothers; I do not wish to even imagine what that must have been like, but one thing is for certain; she grew up mean and she knew how to fight, how to hurt a person, and how to use her 4' 11" 120lbs to do damage. Her temper was short and she was fast to react in a violent physical nature. She was married to Frank who was from Kentucky. Frank ran a laundry delivery service, smoked cigars, and loved pro wrestling. He was already in his forties when I was adopted as was Opal. Frank was amazing to me as a young child but as time went on he became isolated and didn't much bother with anything other than work. Looking back it is obvious he was terribly unhappy but that is unfortunately the theme of this story. I also had three adopted sisters that we shall call Kay, Mary, and Carry. All of whom were already 10 and older once I was brought into the household. The six of us lived in a two bedroom single bath home on the south side of Indianapolis. My earliest memory is literally the day that they brought me to their house; you may think that is crazy, a child less than a year old having a vivid memory but I swear to you I do. I remember being brought into the kitchen and being placed into a high chair with a pack of saltines....then a bath and to bed. For the first few years it seemed that we had a happy, perfect family. Frank made good money and so Opal stayed home and managed the house while watching me. I remember how nice she was at first but that would soon change, everything changed. The early eighties were a rough time economically and it showed. The stress of life really brought out the mean in Opal, she would fly off the handle in a millisecond flat. I was a very advanced child for my age and by pre-school I could count to 1000, read children's books myself, and I knew all my shapes and colors beyond the standard "circle, square, blue, red". My adopted parents were not very well educated and I think they were taken aback by the rate at which I absorbed information. It could not possibly be that this child simply has a thirst for knowledge and an ability to process things; it must be DEMONS...yep, folks, demons. From the time I was maybe 3 until I stopped speaking to Opal circa 1999 I was repeatedly told that I was "FULL OF DEMONS" as well as the everpopular"YOU ARE GOING TO HELL FOR _________" Now you can add whatever you wish to that blank up there because she sure did. I was going to hell for running in the house, catching insects, not going to bed on time, throwing rocks, playing with sticks, you name it, and he'll was fucking terrifying. I was taken to churches where people preached that the devil was not among us , but inside of us all!!! and as I watched them shake and scream and yell it honestly scared the shit out of me. Being a developing child and being told you are possessed by creatures from hell may have a lasting mental effect. Like many kids I began to rebel against and since I was full of demons I began to act accordingly. Things in the household spiraled downward like a toy boat circling an open drain. Opal was becoming aloof and isolated, coming from her bedroom only to cuss, complain, and rage. After the first few times getting my ass or face slapped up I learned to shut my mouth but unfortunately my older adopted sister Mary never got that lesson. She was about early high school age when I was adopted but I do not remember either of my two oldest sisters going to school at all. She like rock music of the time, she didn't dress appropriately, she was loud, and she did not listen to anything she was told. She was a typical teen girl in the 80's until she snuck out one night and some men snuck PCP into her drink. She had a bad reaction and seized, they just dumped her from the car onto a cold, dark Indianapolis street corner in the middle of a ghetto where she lay until found. She was rushed to the hospital where she died and was revived many time; luckily she lived, but she had went without oxygen and it left her with some mental impairment. She never really progressed past a teen mentality. I do not know if it was shame at her sneaking out with men and being discovered or the lingering mental illness but Opal had a fire for her like no other. They once had a shouting match over what Mary was wearing and after a few minutes Opal picked up an old golf wedge club that I had found and began to beat her savagely. I counted at least 30 shots before I got the courage to jump in from of her; I was maybe 8 years old. The following years would show a pattern of such actions with all four of us occasionally getting it but Mary and myself got the brunt of things...there were hot off the stove spatulas to bare skin, broomsticks, rake handles, and even the cast iron skillet with hot oil still inside. My father, having been introduced to Opal's violent nature knew better than to intervene, choosing to withdraw all together of the situation. Left to free rein Opal never missed an opportunity to abuse physically, or verbally. I remember being perhaps 9-10 years old and being as my parernts were way older I dressed like I was from the 60's,. Opal had since went to work at a metal polishing factory and I was left to the daily care of three teenage, adopted sister with no clue about basic hygiene so I smelled terrible and the stress of my violent home life had put weight on me other kids fucked with me hardcore. I had had a terrible day at school; my pants had ripped and all the other kids were laughing and calling me fatass and such literally all day long. So I get home finally and I totally break down into hesterical crying fits to which my "mother" responds to be yelling "BOY!!....WHAT IS ALL THE NOISE ABOUT!!?!" and through tears and in broken English I struggled to explain the events of the day and how all the kids said I "stink and that my clothes were trash and that I was too fat!!" and her caring response was to look me dead in my eyes and yell to me "YOU ARE FAT AND I AM NOT BUYING YOU NEW CLOTHES UNTIL YOU LOSE SOME WEIGHT!!" This event would truly cast a demon of hatred and anger deep into my soul that I would struggle to shake for the next 20 or more years. The next day at school, on recess a group of slightly younger children began to gather around me and began the usual verbal and physical harassment. As they had a few days previous they were attempting to set me up for that trick where one person gets down in a dog-like pose behind you while you are distracted and once in place the other push you over and everyone has a grand old laugh at your expense while you struggle to get your fat ass off the ground and get your wind back but that day I was not playing that shit and so when the little fucker ducked down behind me I immediately swung around with my right foot and landed a vicious snap kick directly to his eye socket; the sound of it breaking echoed the playground followed by painful wailing. It felt good to hear, it felt good to see the fear in the eyes of his friend's eyes, to send a message that I was no longer their victim or anyone else's for that matter. I started skipping school, vandalizing, petty theft, shoplifting, and anything other than wholesome which got me arrested for stealing CD's and Transformers from K-Mart. L.L. Cool J.....funny the shit you value when you look in retrospect. The ride home from the juvenile center on East 21st street was a long one and I was petrified of the beating that awaited me as new and different ways and items to beat the fuck from me danced in my head like those fucking sugar-plums from that stupid Christmas Song. When we finally got back to our house in Fountain Square I was directed into the kitchen where a length of 2/4 about 2 foot long waited on the kitchen table. Opal from behind me yelled out "BOY!!" which was what I was always referenced as as if I had no fucking name and when I did a 180 she belted me across my face with a hard right fist, but unlike every other time she hit me I did not scream out, cry, or even flinch from the blow. This further infuriated her and so she struck my face again to the same result, and again, and again until I firmly grabbed her right wrist at which point she immediately hit me with a hard left and I subsequently grabbed her left wrist. I was about 175lbs if not more and my strength overpowered her ability to strike me and when she realized that she could not move and seen in my eyes that this was not going to happen she began to scream "LET GO OF ME!!" to which I replied "I am going to let you go and when I do you are not going to fucking touch me in any way!!"...I let go, and defeated she walked away. After that she offered no real support other than a place to sleep. I began to steal clothing from people's clotheslines and after wearing the same pair of shoes for so long that my feet are literally deformed, I took a pair of Nikes off of someone's porch. Over the next few years I would have many more legal troubles, assaults, thefts, arsons until the State of Indiana stepped in and made me a ward of the state. I was sentenced and sent to a place called Glen Mills Schools in Concordville, Pennsylvania. It was supposed to be a fresh start and a chance to better myself and I was able to get my HSE, learn computer aided drafting, and I got to compete in powerlifting as well. It was the first time in my life I had seen a dentist even; I was 15 years old and finally I felt hopeful and happy; that would soon change.
If you would like to hear more please leave a comment or like. I also appreciate any feedback about my writing as I am not a professional in any way but always looking to improve my craft. If you made it this far; you are greatly appreciated.
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2023.06.01 18:37 imaginnn The emotions
My tears are back and this is great. Since I quit I have slowly but surely noticed I can ‘feel’ again. Today I talked to someone on the phone about some family members I don’t see anymore (for good reasons.) But I kind of blocked any thought or feeling about those family members when I smoked weed. When I hung up the phone I started crying out of nowhere. It wouldn’t have been so ‘out of nowhere’ for me if I could only remember my emotions and my body’s reaction to them. Only tells me how long I have suppressed those. It feels like I have to get to know feeling again. Like they’re foreign to me in a way. It was a bit overwhelming. The last time I cried was like a year ago I think. I also started to experience my ADHD in all it’s beautifully glory. Weed did make it feel my ADHD didn’t exist anymore, well now I shake again when I’m really happy about something for example. I remember I used to shake a bit as a kid as well, it’s like my old self has returned like being reborn.
I feel like I’m Mario and I took the Super Star for sick invincibility. I used to have this idea that weed makes me invincible or something but I was so wrong.
I want to give all the weed quitters or the ones that feel like quitting here a hug. You can do it.
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2023.06.01 18:36 Responsible_Bench216 Which godtier super power would u rather have
Edit: entire not enture lol
Like it's magneto but with guns, it doesn't matter the material or style of gun, as long as it's a gun u can control it. like if a group of guys with guns started shooting at you u can stop the bullets in mid air and telekinetically control their guns and take them away. Theirs no weight limit for you on how many guns and bullets u can control telekinetically
Opt 2: after drinking even a sip of red bull you grow huge angel like wings that allow u to fly and soar through the sky it also grants you unlimited stamina. The wings retract after every 12 hrs but it only takes a sip to get them back
Opt 3. U can teleport as quickly and as many times as u want for this one
Opt 4: for example if you eat a burger you'll gain the strength of that cow. If you eat snake meat you'd gain whatever attributes they have. If you're into sushi and like shark meat u can eat that and gain that sharks physical attributes. No limit and the attributes build up like if u eat five burgers in a day u have all of those five cows strength added up
Two of these are from the subreddit godtiersuperpowers, it's a good group like this one. View Poll
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2023.06.01 18:35 drumorgan Wanna Smash?
2023.06.01 18:35 kcarter17750 I 26f shoutrd at my 28m partner
Had a massive argument with my partner of one year. Had a few troubles lately with various issues and me perceiving them to be slightly immature. Was in a situation a couple of days ago where i was sat next to them and they started gossiping about me to a relative and saying all manner of negative things about me, none of which they'd ever directly addressed with me.
I then absolutely lost my cool completely. I pretty much shouted and screamed at them for about 10 minutes at the top of my lungs which I feel so awful about. I felt this white hot anger inside of me and just couldn't control it. Now I feel so awful and guilty about my behaviour. We have made up now but I feel so guilty and can't shake off this feeling. I feel that I've disrespected my partner but does anyone have nay suggestions as to how to move forward? I have had angry outbursts at my family before but never to my partner before and didn't even recognise I was capable of being like this to my partner which makes me feel worse. Has anyone got any advice on how to get past this as the guilt is awful.
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2023.06.01 18:32 Jd0266 Bursting Tits Gals Shake Their Boobs and Have Intense Sex
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2023.06.01 18:31 dyslexicdarling Rescue dog shuts down when I tell her to come
I got my rescue almost a year ago, she will be turning 2 this fall and I’ve had her since she turned 1. She’s had a sad puppy past, her previous owner died tragically in a hiking accident while she was with him.
When I got her, she was super scared, timid, and very very quiet. Since then we’ve worked a ton together and her personality and trust has blossomed. She’s excellent with other dogs, people, and I’m proud with how well she’s properly socialized. Unfortunately, there’s 1 thing that I can’t seem to help with and it’s been a problem.
When I need her to come to me, she loses all of that progress and seems to get terrified. I’ve assumed it was her past owner. She cowers, shakes, and refuses to move. This has caused issues, as there have been a few cases when I need her to move and come to me but she has stayed put and she’s gotten hurt from it.
I don’t know how else to build her trust. It’s frustrating when I’m trying to help her since I see things she can’t, and we can’t work through this.
I’ve tried positive reinforcement, treats for staying close to me, lots of leash work and lots of patience to earn her trust. If we are alone or with other dogs, her recall is fantastic (though I tend to keep her on leash because you can never know what other dogs or you dog will do). It’s only in times of urgency that she shuts down.
Any advice? I’m all ears, I’m getting discouraged and I just want her to trust me so she doesn’t get hurt again.
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2023.06.01 18:31 Reasonable_Chef2770 Totally Not Rigged Viewer Voting Game: Episode 2! Staci got voted out last time. Team 3 lost because Leonard cost their team the challenge and caused Dave to be medically evacuated. Sammy won immunity because she and Jasmine carry the team. Vote anyone from Team 3 except Sammy.
2023.06.01 18:30 G0DFATH3R_ [PC][offline][2006-2015]
I don't remember the game fully. There was an angelic woman in the game, and she was Japanese. In other words, she had slanted eyes. We were black-haired male characters working in a place like a construction site. The main character would have something falling on them while at the construction site, and this angelic woman would come and rescue us. Then the woman would leave. Later on, we would see her working at a burger joint, and she would kiss the main character and leave. That's all I remember.
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2023.06.01 18:29 0002millertime Koogler! what are other lines the best character (The Koog) could have said, but didn't?
For example: "Koogler's here to shake things up, break things down, and have the time of his life. Who's with me?" or " Rules are for squares, man. Koogler doesn't play by anyone's rules. Why follow the rules when you can make your own?"
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2023.06.01 18:26 KnickMiller I (33,M), feel incredible guilt about initiating divorce against my diagnosed bipolar wife (27, F) who refuses treatment.
Like the title says, I am a 33-year-old man, and I'm married to a 27-year-old woman who is diagnosed with bipolar, severe, anxiety, and generalized depression.
My wife and I have had a tumultuous relationship since we met, early on, I had assumed a lot of her behavior was just due to her being young. But as time progressed, I began to notice a pattern, and that she would have manic episodes once a month around her menstrual cycle. These manic episodes were quite extreme as she often became violent, going as far as to break a vase over my head, stab me in my hand with scissors, which required surgery, and push me down the stairs.
I urged her to go seek psychiatric help, which she finally did after much resistance, and the psychiatrist diagnosed her with the above mentioned conditions.
I should mention now that we are from an ethnic group that does not believe in mental health or that it's really an actual thing.
Once her parents got wind of the diagnosis, and that the psychiatrist wanted to put her on medication, they began to heavily interfere and twist around things, in a very childish way. By this, I mean blaming things on me, even though she was the one who was violent, such as when she hit me over the head with the vase, her parents justified the actions by saying you called her a bitch what else could she have done? Ignoring the fact that several slaps and punches from her, proceeded me calling her a bitch.
Whenever these type of incident occurred in which she became violent, her parents would attempt to redirect the blame towards me, and say I had verbally said something to antagonize her or provoke her. And she would feel shielded by this and not seek any further help the manic episode. We would kind of get buried, and we move on with life and our day to day. This went on fairly consistently from 2020 to 2021.
In 2022, my wife became pregnant with our daughter, and this is where her manic episodes became even more scary because she would often threaten harm to our unborn daughter. During a recent episode, after the birth of my daughter, my wife became upset about my travels to Europe in 2014 as a young man, arbitrarily. This episode resulted in her, threatening to burn our house down, dumping cooking oil on the floor, and trying to light it on fire and threatening to kill our daughter. Scared by her threats, and the seemingly legitimate nature of them this time for the first time I decided to call the police and get the authorities inolved, after years of no help from her parents, in dealing with the issue. When the police showed up on that day, my face was bloody and bruised, and I had bruises all over my arms and back, and she did not have a scratch on her. Which resulted in my wife, being arrested, and me being given full custody of our daughter.
We are currently in court for divorce, and for custody, I still retain full custody, and it seems like I will get a full restraining order against her and retain permanent full custody.
Even though in a strange way, things ended up in my favor, as I am getting out of the relationship while preserving my own life and my daughters. I just can't shake this incredible guilt I feel towards my wife, it's been gnawing at me. Maybe I'm delusional or maybe this is a result of the years of abuse, but I feel bad for her, and the woman I fell in love with, I saw flashes of her occasionally, and I know that woman is in there, and I miss her, and I still love her. A part of me feels that if she was somehow separated from her parents influence, and actually saw full treatment that we could make it work. But at the same time, I do not want to put myself or my daughter in a position where we're in danger. Overall, even though my wife is an adult and responsible for her own actions, I blame her parents very heavily because they prevent her from getting mental help.
I don't know, I'm rambling, if anyone has any words of advice, or any thoughts, please feel free to share, thank you for reading, I'm seeing a therapist, and I have a good support system with my immediate family and friends. But after a month of talking to my circle and my therapist I thought maybe getting third-party perspective from people removed from the situation would be interesting. Thank you again.
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2023.06.01 18:25 TomatoComplex6779 Tremors
Does anyone suffer from these? I’m on lithium and the original idea was the tremors was because of it. I’ve tried propranolol and it did nothing.
It’s not just shaking in my hands but weakness up to my arms and sometimes in my legs. I’m seeing a neurologist who is looking into muscle issues. I have nerve conduction tests in July.
It’s just really upsetting me. I have an appt on Monday and will ask about trying the generic Latuda and hopefully getting off lithium. I can’t even write much anymore and it’s hard to grip things. I’m just done with it.
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