I’m pretty upset and I know I’m grieving but this all feels like a slap in the face. I have a friend I’ve been close to since childhood that I’ve distanced myself from immensely over the past 8 months or so. It started a few months back after getting a feeling that I wasn’t just the recipient of some of this hateful behavior. My friend started sending pics of her friends bathroom calling her disgusting and talking about how messy and nasty she was. Chick has four kids, works, and has lots on her plate. Either way, I have extreme executive dysfunction myself and my house is never spotless either. It occurred to me that this friend probably was doing the same thing to me as she always had bad things to say about other people. I figured I probably wasn’t just receiving the information but I may be the subject of this talk to other friends she claims to not like when she’s not around them (but BFFs when they’re together.)
Either way, things took a turn for the worse last week in my life and our friendship and I’ve decided not to just “love her from afar” but to completely cut her off as I felt she obviously sees herself as incredibly entitled to my life when she’s not… and the boundaries she’s crossing with me are things I’d never think of doing to her.
My dad was sent home on hospice. This is it. They can no longer do anything for his cancer and we’re at the point of comfort care… but he is very, very sick and he’s chosen not to have visitors from his own family.. he is truly feeling horrible.
Mind you, this friend has said time and time again she was going to come visit him before he got to this point but would cancel last minute. I never thought too much about it.. it’s just how she is. She has extreme health anxiety and she would always tell me she was too sick to come. I just let it slide as I always have.
Anyway, once we got the news I did want to let her know that he loved her as he had mentioned it and we had been very close as kids and in our early twenties despite slowly growing apart the past few months. He truly loved her and I text her to tell her that. Before I could get a second message out explaining visitation was up to him and as of now he felt terrible and wasn’t up for it, she had text my mom who is in complete denial and going through mental distress over this situation asking when she could come see him. My mom is in such denial that she’s completely convinced he’s going to go back on treatment. I found her texting her like that pretty rude and I told her what was going on and she seemed offended saying she didn’t say anything wrong. Anyway… moments later I open social media and she’s also posted photos of herself crying online and one of them is asking for people to pray for him with his name in the caption. Lots of family didn’t know at this point. I addressed this and told her had she asked it may have been okay to ask for prayers but not with any personal information as lots of people didn’t know yet. She saw no issues with posting crying pics to our circumstances. I just set my boundaries and continued on.. but it didn’t stop.
She starts messaging me asking me to take videos of him while reminding him of things she said when we were kids that she thought he might find funny.. I read this message as my dad is throwing up a bite of apple sauce with it being the only thing he’s eaten in days and crying in pain. I explained to her now was not the time to take videos. She once again seemed upset and said “I just wanted them for memories.” Which I didn’t like as when she saves stuff like this and it pops back up on memories on her device she sends it to me.. I don’t want to receive a video of him faking a laugh while he’s laying here dying a year from now. She sees nothing wrong with it.
She continues to ask to come see him and I had a doctors appointment the next day and told her afterwards I’d let her know if he felt up for it at all but it wasn’t likely. Once again, I came home and he’s sick as a dog and very week. He’s asking to go to bed at like 5pm. I told her it wasn’t a good time that he is just declining. She impatiently says “I just wish you’d let me come see him.” To this I replied “I wish you could have made it before he got this bad. He is dying and he is not up for visitors and we need privacy to give him comfort during this time and for our own grieving process.” She left me on read this time and hasn’t spoken since… to me. She has apparently continued to text my mom and ask about him though.
It was just the final straw with me. I felt like she felt entitled when even our own family hasn’t been that pushy and has respected our time and privacy. I tried so hard to respond to everything respectfully and to explain why we were making these decisions until I realized that’s not my job. I’ve had this issue with nobody else.. I also can’t stop thinking of all the photos of her boyfriends dying coworker she plastered all over Facebook to show they were visiting him and it just felt like attention seeking behavior to me rather than genuine sympathy.
But I’m stuck in this loop… what causes people to be this way? Do they truly not see any issue with it? Is it mental illness? Does everyone deal with this? I’m just baffled as I felt I gave completely reasonable responses that would have given me the idea of “they just need peace” and I wouldn’t have been upset.
The thing is, jumping back to the first paragraph, I’m sure she’s telling everyone some story about it.. but truthfully I’ve told nobody but my mom how she’s acted. I don’t understand.

Before I get into the trip itself, I will just preface it by saying I'll only give you the general overview of the trip since, if I were to describe the specifics (which, to be honest with you, are pretty substantially more insane than the general overview), it would just take way too long. Anyway, here it is:
So I was seeing a good friend that I hadn't seen in a while, and we were planning to do a light dose since I had a rated chess game the following day. So he gave me a tab which he said was 60mg because the package said 300mg and he had 5 tabs... except, as I learnt almost immediately after I took the tab, 300mg was the dosage of a single tab. Anyway, the first part of the trip actually went amazingly well, but somehow, things took a sudden turn at some point and I became convinced that my friend and his girlfriend were going to take me to their basement and torture me. For around 2 hours, I was pretty much just freaking out with not much else happening, UNTIL... Okay, I'm going to have omit quite a few details here, but the short version is (yes, that's the short version lol): reality started morphing around me as I became increasingly sober until, when I sobered up completely, I found myself on an alien planet thousands of years more advanced than Earth. Everything was completely photorealistic and completely indistinguishable from reality in all the human senses - no trippy visuals, no altered state of consciousness, nothing; I was just there on an alien planet with my friend and his girlfriend. He explained that my entire life was a trip/simulation hand-crafted by him to teach me valuable life lessons, and that in true reality, the world is a utopia in which everything is possible through the power of fully immersive digital simulation. I got to explore the planet for a bit, seeing the alien wildlife, the insane tech, some of the surreal nature, etc, before he told me I'd get to live out my life in this utopia if I passed one final test that proved I had learnt all of his lessons. He proceeded to take complete control over my body and start triggering various uncomfortable sensations that I had experienced all throughout my life, if not making me straight-up relive whole episodes of my life (e.g. being choked in a judo competition when I was 10, experiencing incredibly unfair treatment from close friends, losing a heartbreaking chess tournament, etc) and my job was to remain perfectly calm. Once I passed the first round, I died, got resurrected, and then had to do the same thing except with sensations and memories from another version of me that had lived his whole life on this alien planet; naturally, the sensations got more intense and surreal. I had to go through FIFTEEN rounds of this, with each round featuring a significantly crazier and more sophisticated life than the last. Effectively, I got to live through fifteen separate lives, each in a different dimension. And then finally, after I passed the last round, extremely overwhelmed and exhausted... guess what? That fucker started torturing me lol. Basically, I have an endoscopy trauma, so he put me on a loop of undergoing the most painful endoscopy you can imagine, bleeding out and dying, and then going through the exact same thing again. I must have gone through at least 30 such loops before it dawned on me... I was going to be here FOREVER. Not for a month. Not for a year. Not even for a century. For ETERNITY. Can you imagine that realisation? I didn't know how to even begin to handle that. Anyway, a key detail is that every time I died, I got resurrected in a different simulated reality. Eventually, I got spawned back in my home reality and was able to break out of the loop. For a good day, I thought what I had gone through was totally real - that the simulation hypothesis was true, and that I got to meet the simulation's creators. Everything was so insanely real, and their explanations so superhumanly convincing, that there literally was just no other way. Of course, having had more time to critically evaluate the possibilities, it was obviously just a trip, but what a fucking trip it was lol. And like I said, I left out some of the most insane bits of this for the sake of brevity. So this description is just the tip of the iceberg.
I honestly have no idea how any of this is even possible. If I google "nociceptory illusions" - i.e. hallucinated pain - nothing comes up. Similarly, I have never heard of psychedelics manufacturing perfectly realistic universes from thin air. I have heard a lot about being transported to different dimensions, but these dimensions are usually very different from reality. In my case, though, if I literally physically travelled to an alien planet or got tortured using endoscopy, it would just feel the exact same as what I felt during my trip. I have never heard of anything like that, and I would be that last person that I'd expect this to happen to given that my visualisation ability is usually very weak, and my dreams have never come close to realism.
If anyone can explain any of this, please do. I'm still just as puzzled by this as I was a few months ago when this trip took place.

I recently moved away from my hometown and embraced a fully nomadic life. Amphibia helped me process a lot of my emotions, and it made this difficult change much easier. I wrote a thank you letter to Matt Braly out of gratitude. Even though I still haven't found a place to send it, I thought amphibia might enjoy it.
Note: This is a personal message. It is obviously not endorsed by any agency or organization. Not even ones which investigate alien frogs.

Thank you so much for producing Amphibia. Your beautiful show has connected and resonated with me in ways few other pieces of media have. Amphibia made me reflect on how I overcame difficulties posed by my autism, resonated with many of the experiences I've had as a national park ranger, and helped me cope with leaving my hometown behind to embrace an exciting, fully nomadic phase of my career.
Seeing Marcy thrive in Amphibia reminded me of how I overcame many of the difficulties posed by my autism. When I was her age, I had to learn basic social skills and struggled to understand that not everyone shared my niche interests. (Thankfully, none of these lessons came after trapping my friends in another dimension.) When I was in high school, I had to learn to respond to people when they greeted me in the hallway, and some of my teachers thought I would never attend college. I exceeded my peers' expectations by significantly improving my social skills, graduating college with honors, and securing a job as a national park ranger in Theodore Roosevelt National Park right out of college.
My job at Theodore Roosevelt National Park was a springboard to a life of adventure I never could have imagined. I have worked for four federal agencies in eight states. I've given tours of Theodore Roosevelt's cabin in Theodore Roosevelt National Park, rescued dangerous wildlife from being petted by visitors in Yellowstone National Park, and hiked through some of the most Mars-like landscapes on Earth in Death Valley National Park. Twice a year, I "find a way to start again" in a new "place that shouldn't be real", spending 4-6 months helping visitors appreciate and protect it. (Permanent positions are hard to come by.) By the time I really start to feel at home, I must move on to my next job, and have heartfelt goodbyes with the new friends I made. "It's weird, but it's grown on me", and now it's "no big deal" for me to go on a solo cross-country road trip powered by podcasts and “sweet, life-giving” power metal to work in a place I've never seen. The Calamity Trio's journey in Amphibia reminded me of many of the glories and stresses of being a seasonal park ranger - the unforgettable experiences along with the inherent stress and sorrow which comes with an adventurous life.
My favorite scene in Amphibia is the end of the epilogue, where Anne is teaching children about frogs in the aquarium. Her exhibits based on Amphibia remind me of how each park I worked in has made me a better ranger and environmental educator. A piece of everywhere I worked – the deserts of Oregon, the ancient earthworks of Ohio, the bayous of Louisiana – stays with me wherever I go in the country.
Amphibia has helped me process many of the conflicting emotions I felt as I entered a new chapter of my life. After spending an off-season in my hometown, I recently started a job at [REDACTED] in [REDACTED]. (Winter positions are hard to come by.) While I’m no stranger to moving, I always had a home base to return to in Connecticut. This year, my parents will be selling their house and RV-ing around the country full time. If I ever return to Connecticut, it will be as a visitor.
When I was preparing to leave Connecticut, I noticed I was using Anne leaving Amphibia as an analogy for moving away from my hometown and moving on from previous parks. This made me realize my home was not one place but scattered across the nation. Connecticut became another place I love which I learn to leave, one star of many in the constellation of my life.
Whenever I had trouble leaving something in Connecticut behind, I often found it much easier after reciting Anne’s monologue at the end of “The Hardest Thing.” I repeated these lines when I sold my game consoles, reunited with old friends I won’t see in person for a long time, and left my childhood home for the last time. Amphibia reminds me that while I can’t hold onto some things forever, the connections which truly matter will endure, whether they are states or worlds apart.
Thank you and the entire Amphibia crew, both in the U.S. and South Korea, so much for giving the world this amazing show. Amphibia has made my transition into a fully nomadic life much less painful and much easier to embrace. I hope I can one day use my own experiences to create a piece of art which can give others so much joy while helping them face challenges in their life. Whatever this ends up being, a little piece of Wartwood will be in it.

This still isn't endorsed by any agency, it's only my opinion. I hope you enjoyed the letter. I can give advice on how to become a park ranger if anybody is interested.

For the title to make sense I have to share some of my story with you I’m a 25 year old straight cis man who was raised in rural NC. I was homeschooled in very religious community (though my mom quit educating us when I was in 5th grade and I never received any further formal education). My entire social life was in our southern Baptist church youth group and at 15 years old it was foretold by my pastor and deacons that I would be a minister. So I began preaching, and a few years later become a pastor of a little country church at 19. And from the outside looking in all seemed well. But the truth is I had doubts from a early age and by 21 I realized I was an atheist. It took me almost two years to start a new life and leave the religious world completely. I came out to my loved ones as an atheist and immediately lost all of my friends and was disowned by most of my family.
So I moved to a bigger more liberal city to start over find myself and decide who I wanted to be but I was hopelessly lonely and isolated. It seemed like no one understood me or gave a damn about me. I have struggled with depression since childhood and decided to give up and drank myself to death and I almost succeeded. But I met a trans man who ended up becoming my best friend. He understood every bit of trauma and rejection I had felt (though he had suffered more deeply than me and in ways I could never imagine) and then I got a job at Starbucks and there I became friends with gay men and a bad ass lesbian and nonbinary people and all of these people understood me and loved me and helped me in my journey to find myself. I quit drinking, I got some therapy and got on antidepressants. It’s been a year since then and now I can say for the first time that I can remember that I don’t want to die and I’m looking forward to the future. As I said before I’m a straight cis man and I am outsider looking in I’m still pretty dumb and learning more all the time but I will always be indebted to this community because I am a better human in thanks to it. There’s one thing that’s for damn sure the world does not deserve the LGBT community.

I(26f) realized something the other day, I’m a very lonely person. But I think it’s my own fault.
I grew up in a very intense religious household in a culture I’m realizing was harmful and misogynistic in a way that stunted my development as a person (ex. I was told at age 11 it was a sin to get my ears pierced because “my body belonged to my husband” and I couldn’t make any changes to it without asking for his permission which was difficult, again, because had not met him yet at 11 years old).
I was luckily able to get away and gain more independence in college. I kept my personal faith, but was able to divorce myself of the culture. I discovered I loved research and writing and wanted a career in public policy. I became active in local politics. I found a ministry that I loved—serving adults with intellectual disabilities, building relationships with them, and including them in all levels of participation & leadership in the church. I came to terms with my bisexuality and had my first girlfriend, as well as my first relationship with a man where we weren’t “waiting for marriage”. I went to therapy. I got into law school. I moved across the state and began living my dream. Now I’m studying for the bar and about to start my first “real” job as a staff attorney for a disability advocacy group pushing for better policy outcomes in our state.
All of that is great, and I’m proud of myself. I love who I am and what I do. I know what I believe and why I believe it. But it can be a weird time.
I’m not out to my family back home. I’m not sure how they would react, but my friends who came out when we were growing up had a bad time. Like a cut off from family, kicked out of the house, hit & abused at home bad time. My family is so important to me, and they are kind and compassionate people. They’re generally more accepting than others, but they’ve surprised me before. I just don’t know.
I’m too religious for my political friends, sometimes I try to downplay it at work because it can make me sound naive or not intellectual enough. I even had a coworker admit to being nervous to talk about her wife around me because she knew I volunteered in ministry.
I do still volunteer with a branch of the disability ministry I worked with in college. I mentor 2 young women in their 20s and I occasionally lead a bible study and speak at events. The church I work for knows I’m bisexual, the church doesn’t endorse LGBTQ involvement in ministry but they’re fond of me and they recognize how important this is to me. We have a deal that as long as I stay “closeted” to this group/in this setting I can continue to lead. I know that sounds crazy but this is the deep south and parents would pull their children out of the group if they knew who was teaching. No other disability ministry around has this kind of community support and this much funding. And besides this one caveat, leadership trusts me enough to let me organize new programs and change what disability ministry could actually be. I’ve been too busy to date much anyway and this feels worth it to me. At least for now.
I’m out to my work friends and people from law school but not to most of my friends I do ministry with. I want to date someone who shares my faith, because stubbornly through all this bullshit I still love Jesus, but if it’s a girl my life is going to get really complicated and that’s an astronomical amount of pressure to put on a new relationship so it’s hard to even go on a first date. If it’s a guy I meet through church, he’s probably not going to be cool with the fact that I’m queer. But my faith is something that is so central to my life I can’t imagine ending up with someone who doesn’t get that.
I feel like I can never fully relax. I am constantly censoring myself only to hear from others that I come off as “stiff and awkward”. At this point my life is full of so many secrets and weird omissions I feel guilty even thinking about it. People who consider me a close friend don’t even truly know me. It’s not like I haven’t tried to be honest before, but it always leads to hurt and rejection and pain. It has literally never once gone well.
I just feel like a fake. And I’m so stressed but I feel like I don’t have anyone I can actually go to for advice because I’m the only one who sees the whole picture. It’s lonely and I think I’m genuinely ready to make a change but I’m overwhelmed and I have no idea where to start.
I am open to any and all wisdom—especially from someone who’s navigated this before. I know it can’t just be me. Let me hear it, thanks. 🤍

Yes, she said, and I quote, "You mean we have to pay to learn?" She was not gaslighting me or being sarcastic. Her face just fell. She honestly thought she would just pick a program at the local Community College and go for free. I'm not sure she even understood that she had to apply to some of the certificate programs they offer, thinking she could just do whatever she chose... I also had to explain the placement tests they use. I felt so badly for her... in so many other countries, it is free... I pulled up a bunch of info on my computer about the cost of the local CC, but she said she might just keep working her fast food job... sigh

 So I've been training with my gym trainer for 8 years since I was 12. He has been more nice to me for a few of those years. He's much oIder than I am (dont know how old never asked) but he's middle aged and im a young adult. I will list below what I have observed. 

1. He tells me I'm special when I don't do anything special. I work out just like everyone else at the gym.
   
2. He got me a debit card but the strange part is he doesn't make me work for the money on the card like he does with his kids who are given an allowance. He calls "working out" the job I do for the money when I should be working out anyways because it's a gym.
   
3. He takes me out to eat and gets me food a lot for after the workouts (protein bars, popcorn, meals other people made for him etc...) He tells me after working out about his clients who make all this food but he doesn't eat it it seems a lot and gives me some to take home.
   
4. He tries to play fight me (pretending to punch me, playful hitting, etc...) and says it's because he has to "mess with me" to keep me on my toes but what is there to be vigilant about excactly? On my toes and on the lookout for what?
   
5. He's always super nice and goofy and overly optimistic in a weird way that doesn't make any sense. He gives the impression that he's "hiding something" through being the "happy go lucky goofball/clown"
   
6. He treats me like I'm the "exception" Ex: I had nothing to cut my food with at a restraunt and he said "because you're special I'll let you use my pocket knife"
   
7. Saying things to me like "She knows who the alpha is. Don't you?" And referring to his chair as "the king's chair"
   
8. Laughs at me when I literally do and say nothing funny as if trying to butter me up or flatter me.
   
9. Calls me pet names
   

So far I have blocked him on my phone due to suspicion. How should I handle this if it is a problem?

Just took a call, not to give anything away but I work for a pretty big home improvement chain. A woman called who wanted a walk-in tub, an associate had already put in for somebody to call her and she hadn't heard from anyone, so I looked in the system.
Got her name, nowhere to be found. Asked when they put it in, nothing under the date. She said they read back the information and everything, this is ridiculous that nobody called her, yadda yadda....
The only thing I can do is put another one in, so I tell her. She obviously doesn't like that answer and says, "You're obviously not the sharpest tool in the box". I explain I'm just trying to help move everything forward but if she's going to be nasty then I can't help her. The next thing I know she starts screeching, "I am the customer..."
Click
I dare any manager to come talk to me about hanging up on this woman. I've worked here 9 years (retail for 18) and I am well past dealing with anyone like that. We are people, we leave this job and go home and I refuse to feel like shit the rest of my night because you have nothing better to do. End rant.

I was looking at available orders today, one at Petco, one bag of dog food, delivery 5-6. Can you pick that up say, 2-3 on your way to a grocery store to shop and deliver, then deliver the dog food in its delivery time? It would have been the most efficient way to handle but I'm not sure that's allowed. For the shipt pros, what advice would you have appreciated before starting?

This is my first time ever posting and I am in a very desperate situation right now. I'm late 20s F from a north African country living in Germany with my boyfriend for the last couple of years. I used to live in a house with mates but then i moved in with my partner because it made more sense financially and emotionally as well. Since then I've hid and lied about everything to my mom and this has been hard since I'm required to have a video call every single day or notify via text when I can't. It's been working out until today because for some reason she asked me to show the old room and i said no and she threw a tantrum so I showed her where i was sitting and said I changed the floor and the setting and she just exploded and said "this confirmed what I was thinking and fearing. Do whatever the hell you want" and then hung up on me. Then she sent me multiple long texts saying how bad of a mother she is, that i want to kill my father (he's had like 3 strokes and multiple problems), called me and i didn't pick up. Asked me to tell her that it's something else....i said i wanted a break and that I would call tomorrow but I am not ready for this conversation. I am not strong enough to do this. As you can imagine, my life will forever change now and I am not the lovely perfect daughter anymore. Up until now, i have done nothing but check all the boxes: i studied hard, i graduated with honors, i have a stable job and i even financially support my family every month. Now I am so afraid that they will not love me anymore and never want to talk to me anymore. What should I do? How can I get out of this situation? I'm so sorry if this is super messy, I am an absolute mess right now and I am literally shaking from anxiety.

I recently added the Firefly series to my e-book Space Sci Fi Plots And Villains. The book is a resource for RPG players, writers and fans who'd like inspiration for their own sci fi projects, with random tables for character names and breakdowns for the plots and villains in each episode. The book is available at Pay What You Want on Drive Thru RPG. A sample entry is included below.
https://www.drivethrurpg.com/product/403320/Space-Sci-Fi-Quick-Plots-And-Villains
Wiki Episode Description, Episode 6: After completing a job for a small settlement, during the ensuing celebration, Mal learns that he inadvertently married a young woman called Saffron, part of the payment. Although Mal insists they are not married, Saffron is determined to fulfill a subservient wife's role. Saffron is not what she appears to be. She later knocks Mal out, locks the ship into a course for murderous ship scrappers, and flees in a shuttle. The crew barely escapes.

1. S01E06: Our Mrs. Reynolds

Plot: The crew takes on the job of stopping bandits at an isolated location. Because the location is poor, part of the payment includes gifting the captain with a bride. The captain is too drunk to figure out a simple wedding ceremony is taking place, and when he wakes up the next morning he finds out he’s become a husband. Half of the crew is happy for him, while the other half is angry and resentful that he has taken advantage of a poor country girl. However, this poor country girl is not the person everyone thinks she is.
Villains: A small group of minor bandits, relatives of those bandits who might be looking for the crew, making the crew unable to return the new bride back home, and the bride herself, who is a master at manipulating and seduction, has good fighting skills, and whose bag of tricks includes sleeping potions, applied on the lips, that will put her victims fast asleep.

TLDR entitled psycho goes 185km/h+ and makes my blood pressure go slightly higher than that as well.
This past Sunday I was going to pick up someone in Guelph and was driving West on the 401. As I was about 13-14km away from the Morriston exit (which was the exit this psychotic driver got off at), I was in the 2x-solid-line separated HOV lane and cruising at a solid 137kph, as the speed of traffic was already pretty fast (~125) but I also don't want to get my license taken away because of bad luck. I was driving a 'green vehicle' which is why I was in the HOV btw.
A dude in a black Volvo SUV (early-to-mid-2010s) magically appears in my rearview mirror in the 2 seconds I don't check it, and he's immediately like Bill Cosby on my ass, staring at me in my mirrors with intent. He must've been doing 160/170+ just to catch up to me that quickly. I look in my rearview and put my hand and shoulders up like "what do you want?" because I can't legally leave the lane and I'm also not gonna do more than 50 over the limit because of some guy's ego (I sped up to accommodate it at first). So I wait until the line is about to break, and I signal to turn out and begin doing so. Unfortunately, our intrepid friend decides to veer out of the lane without signalling, before the line actually broke and while I was beginning my merge, and I'm forced back into the lane as he speeds past me, straddling the two lanes to my right and glaring at me with this deadpan "I'll kill you right now" type of old guy stare (all the while going 160, 170+, not looking at the road for a very slowly counted block of 4-5 seconds). Bald, all the caucasity in the world, and wearing a white shirt and cop shades. Pitbull lookin' ass.
As this was happening there was a brief moment of open highway (re: safety) so I tried to match his speed to see how fast he was going. I had to bow out. He easily passed 185km/h as he was beginning to approach the next wall of traffic (closing distance wasn't a thing to this guy apparently?). I couldn't believe my fucking eyes how fast he was willing to send it into the cars ahead of us, and then he spent the next 13km weaving in and out of traffic while I mostly just cruised up and around the left lane. All that work from him to get ahead, only for me to follow him (legally) the whole way and snag his license plate as he did a classic rapid 3-lane-merge towards his exit at Morriston just before Highway 6 north. Guy would've been fine if he just used the fast lane the whole time lmao. Guess something important was going down at home.
Whoever's abused dad is driving a black Volvo SUV with plates CYCY 661, he needs his ego checked and his license revoked. I prefer not dying while I'm running errands for people on a Sunday afternoon. I'm willing to drive pretty fast but if it was some normie going 115km/h hogging the lefthand lane, this guy might've driven them right off the road. Idk what comes after stunt driving but whatever that is, that's what this guy was doing, and in a fuckin family vehicle of all things. My biggest takeaway from this encounter is that Volvos are unbelievably versatile vehicles.
Please don't be an asshole on the roads. We all have lives to go back to and accidents as a result of this behaviour are highly avoidable. Can't believe how many top-heavy SUV drivers think they'll be able to get away with this type of shit forever, too.

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I loathe working, not just my current job, any job. I hate having to wake up early and going to bed early. I hate that I am tired after coming home. I hate that I don't enjoy anything anymore because of it. I hate my parents for bringing me into this world and I hate myself for hating my parents. I hate living because to live I have to work and works drains so much of me that I don't live anymore. And all that for what, so some already rich POS can get richer and I get the breadcrumbs that fall of their table?
Fuck all of this. Fuck "Life".

Hi hi, at this moment I'm doing videos about my life and job which is alot of outdoor stuff. Now i wanna also upload gaming stuff, is this possible or will i f##k up my algorithm? Would it be better to make a second account or should i try to do both on the same? PS: 300k follower

Hi all - wanted to share our story here and see if anyone has gone through something similar.
My wife and I had our 2nd child in early April. It’s been 8 weeks since delivery. My wife had a planned c section. She had no issues prior to delivery - no gestational diabetes or pre eclampsia. We came home from the hospital after 2 nights. When we got home my wife started feeling pressure headaches, almost like migraines. She also started to get heart palpitations. Our friend who is a doctor told us to check her blood pressure, which turned out to be 190/100! We immediately went to the ER and they had us stay a few nights while they gave my wife magnesium IV for 24 hours. The bp started to go down so they discharged us and refused to give us BP medicine. After some home readings where the Bp started going up again, they finally prescribed nifedipine. Except when she takes that, her heart rate sky rockets. Her heart rate started to jump to 120-150 range. She would be sweating like she went on a treadmill when she’s just sitting on the bed. So we went back to the ER for monitoring, including ekg, etc. they ruled out the most serious issues like heart attack, pulmonary embolism, etc. she started to take Zoloft thinking anxiety might’ve been the trigger, but Zoloft started increasing the bp again so she stopped. It’s now been 8 weeks and my wife’s diastolic pressure still fluctuates between 80 and 100. In certain situations it hits 100 - at night, if our toddler is giving us stress, if we have people ovesocial situations. It’s really all over the place. She never had any bp or heart issues before. The doctors have not been able to figure out the cause and they keep saying to just wait it out. We don’t know what to do, but my wife still gets pressure headaches regularly, frequent Bp readings of 130/100 and feels like she’s going to pass out, she’s also started getting floaters in her vision. It’s like her heart rate goes up when the diastolic goes down and vice versa. She is now wearing a cardiac monitor for 30 days, but we’re in constant fear of impending heart attack, stroke, or heart failure.
Has anyone faced something similar? How did it get treated? It’s been really tough and now she’s constantly checking her Bp and capturing the fluctuations.

I'm a firm believer in the cliché love story. I yearn for a deep, passionate connection that transcends boundaries, entwining our hearts in a tapestry of shared dreams.
My entire adult life has been consumed by school. Growing up, I was told that if I worked hard in academics, everything would fall into place, but what they didn't mention was how long it would take and what I would be giving up. Now, I have a PhD and work an amazing job, but I'm still missing the most important piece: you.
If what I've written sparks something in you, keep reading. If you get to the end and still like what you're hearing, reach out so we can finally embark on our journey together.

Basics

• Late 20s.
• Live in the US but grew up in Canada. Been in the US for 7 years.
• PhD, educated, but not snooty about it. I have degrees in English literature, education, and technology.
• Passionate about my work, but not a workaholic. I am fiercely protective of my work/life balance.
• Not religious.
• Non-smoker, non-drug user.
• I want children someday.

Appearance

• 6'1".
• 190lbs.
• White.
• Dark brown hair, a beard, and piercing hazel eyes.
• I go to the gym at least once a week. I lift and take care of myself, but I'm not obsessed.

Interests

• Anything and everything nerdy.
• Tabletop RPGs, D&D.
• Video games. Will you be my Minecraft girlfriend?
• Movies and TV series, especially fantasy, horror, sci-fi, drama, and romance.
• Music. Mainly heavy metal, but I like a bit of everything. Tell me about your favourite bands.

What I'm looking for

• Age is not a factor, but I am looking for someone who isn't too far into their journey. I've been in school for so long that I feel like I am behind other people my age, so I would prefer someone younger than me who can relate to where I am in life.
• University educated, attending, or planning to attend. I don't care what your major is as long as you're passionate about something.
• Nerdy, introverted, and shares my interests.

Dealbreakers

• Being divorced or having children from previous relationships. I am looking to build something new with someone who is in a similar situation to me.
• Religion. I was raised in a religious home but do not practice. I strive to be a good person on my own accord. I consider myself agnostic.
• Child-free. I want to have children.
• Asexuality. Physical intimacy is very important to me, and touch is one of my primary love languages.

I apologize for any offense here, but I want to be honest so as to not waste anyone's time.

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• What you look like
• Your educational and career goals
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I(26f) realized something the other day, I’m a very lonely person. But I think it’s my own fault.
I grew up in a very intense religious household in a culture I’m realizing was harmful and misogynistic in a way that stunted my development as a person (ex. I was told at age 11 it was a sin to get my ears pierced because “my body belonged to my husband” and I couldn’t make any changes to it without asking for his permission which was difficult, again, because had not met him yet at 11 years old).
I was luckily able to get away and gain more independence in college. I kept my personal faith, but was able to divorce myself of the culture. I discovered I loved research and writing and wanted a career in public policy. I became active in local politics. I found a ministry that I loved—serving adults with intellectual disabilities, building relationships with them, and including them in all levels of participation & leadership in the church. I came to terms with my bisexuality and had my first girlfriend, as well as my first relationship with a man where we weren’t “waiting for marriage”. I went to therapy. I got into law school. I moved across the state and began living my dream. Now I’m studying for the bar and about to start my first “real” job as a staff attorney for a disability advocacy group pushing for better policy outcomes in our state.
All of that is great, and I’m proud of myself. I love who I am and what I do. I know what I believe and why I believe it. But it can be a weird time.
I’m not out to my family back home. I’m not sure how they would react, but my friends who came out when we were growing up had a bad time. Like a cut off from family, kicked out of the house, hit & abused at home bad time. My family is so important to me, and they are kind and compassionate people. They’re generally more accepting than others, but they’ve surprised me before. I just don’t know.
I’m too religious for my political friends, sometimes I try to downplay it at work because it can make me sound naive or not intellectual enough. I even had a coworker admit to being nervous to talk about her wife around me because she knew I volunteered in ministry.
I do still volunteer with a branch of the disability ministry I worked with in college. I mentor 2 young women in their 20s and I occasionally lead a bible study and speak at events. The church I work for knows I’m bisexual, the church doesn’t endorse LGBTQ involvement in ministry but they’re fond of me and they recognize how important this is to me. We have a deal that as long as I stay “closeted” to this group/in this setting I can continue to lead. I know that sounds crazy but this is the deep south and parents would pull their children out of the group if they knew who was teaching. No other disability ministry around has this kind of community support and this much funding. And besides this one caveat, leadership trusts me enough to let me organize new programs and change what disability ministry could actually be. I’ve been too busy to date much anyway and this feels worth it to me. At least for now.
I’m out to my work friends and people from law school but not to most of my friends I do ministry with. I want to date someone who shares my faith, because stubbornly through all this bullshit I still love Jesus, but if it’s a girl my life is going to get really complicated and that’s an astronomical amount of pressure to put on a new relationship so it’s hard to even go on a first date. If it’s a guy I meet through church, he’s probably not going to be cool with the fact that I’m queer. But my faith is something that is so central to my life I can’t imagine ending up with someone who doesn’t get that.
I feel like I can never fully relax. I am constantly censoring myself only to hear from others that I come off as “stiff and awkward”. At this point my life is full of so many secrets and weird omissions I feel guilty even thinking about it. People who consider me a close friend don’t even truly know me. It’s not like I haven’t tried to be honest before, but it always leads to hurt and rejection and pain. It has literally never once gone well.
I just feel like a fake. And I’m so stressed but I feel like I don’t have anyone I can actually go to for advice because I’m the only one who sees the whole picture. It’s lonely and I think I’m genuinely ready to make a change but I’m overwhelmed and I have no idea where to start.
I am open to any and all wisdom—especially from someone who’s navigated this before. I know it can’t just be me. Let me hear it, thanks. 🤍

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The only people that should be in university are those that enjoy every single minute of time spent working on their studies and are genuinely passionate about what they are studying. Online, I see people complaining about their classes or assignments often. What's the point of wasting resources on people who don't seem to really want it anyway. There are too many people going after university degrees, and enough shortages of jobs that don't require a university degree; physiotherapist, exterminator, underwater welding, carer, craftsmen, waste processor, fisherman, you name it. Perhaps there are college students who deep in their hearts know that they aren't compatible with university and would rather drop out/do something else but are so far into their education that they don't want to quit. Or are just too afraid to take that leap. Maybe it's been drilled into us that going to university is the norm, the only (respectable) path to take. Anyway, I think that if you're a university student and you wake up and feel either nothing or disappointment/apprehension at the idea of going to your 8 am lecture, you should probably not be there at all (or switch majors at least).