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2024.06.01 13:56 genericusername1904 H.G. WELLS’S, THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME (1933) VS. 1984 AND BRAVE NEW WORLD
 | ID, IX. MAIORES. V, CAL. IUNI. FORTUNA PRIMIGENIA.I discovered this book by complete chance last year – a very old hardback copy was given to me as gift (in a situation which was certainly weighted with the most unlikely of synchronicities), “huh,” I thought, “it’s a first edition of H.G. Wells,” the book itself almost cannot be opened because it is so old and falling apart so I procured a text and audio file of the thing relatively easily and began to read. In hindsight not only for myself but I fancy for the generations of the last fifty years - in all totality, it is deeply strange that this book has not been more widely recognized or taught in schools, as like 1984 and Brave New World, as being the third contender (although technically the second, published one year after Huxley – seemingly written at the same time interestingly enough) in “visions of dystopia” – except that the book is not so much a vision of dystopia tomorrow but a vision of dystopia ‘today’ or rather ‘life as we know it’ of the 19th, 20th and 21st Centuries (endless war, endless pandemics, economic and logistic chaos), narrated from the comfortable and reassuring position of a society far far in the future who have long since revised their culture and solved all of the causes of the problems and become a society of genius polymaths “with (every Man and Woman) the intellectual equal of the polymaths of the ancient world.”Now, I do not mean here to seem to ‘sweet-talk’ the reader into rushing out and buying this book or to hold it up in the manner of those other books as if it were some ideological blueprint but instead to assay the thing in the natural context which seems to me to be universally unrealized and which presents itself to us as a thing which is plainly self-evident, that is: that in the depressing and miserable dichotomy of 1984 and Brave New World; two extremely atomizing and miserable narratives, that there is also – far more empowering – The Shape Of Things To Come wherein the miserable protagony and antagony of both 1984 and Brave New World might read as merely a footnote somewhere in the middle of the book as an example of the witless measures mankinds old master undertook to preserve their power in an untenable circumstance. In other words, we know all about 1984 as children; we have this drummed into our heads and we glean our cultural comprehension that dictators cannot be cliques of business people but only lone individuals, usually in military uniform, and then we graduate from that to Brave New World to gain a more sophisticated comprehension of the feckless consumerism and ‘passive egoism’ by which our society actually operates, but then we do not – as I argue we ought – continue along in our education with this third book which actually addresses the matters at hand at a more adult level. For instance, here, from ‘The Breakdown Of Finance And Social Morale After Versailles’ (Book One, Chapter Twelve) addresses in a single paragraph the cause of our continual economic chaos (of which all crime and poverty and war originates from) and highlights the problem from which this chaos cannot be resolved yet could easily be resolved, “adjustment was left to blind and ill-estimated forces,” “manifestly, a dramatic revision of the liberties of enterprise was necessary, but the enterprising people who controlled politics (would be) the very last people to undertake such a revision,” …the expansion of productive energy was being accompanied by a positive contraction of the distributive arrangements which determined consumption. The more efficient the output, the fewer were the wages-earners. The more stuff there was, the fewer consumers there were. The fewer the consumers, the smaller the trading profits, and the less the gross spending power of the shareholders and individual entrepreneurs. So buying dwindled at both ends of the process and the common investor suffered with the wages- earner. This was the "Paradox of Overproduction" which so troubled the writers and journalists of the third decade of the twentieth century.It is easy for the young student to-day to ask "Why did they not adjust?" But let him ask himself who there was to adjust. Our modern superstructure of applied economic science, the David Lubin Bureau and the General Directors' Board, with its vast recording organization, its hundreds of thousands of stations and observers, directing, adjusting, apportioning and distributing, had not even begun to exist. Adjustment was left to blind and ill-estimated forces. It was the general interest of mankind to be prosperous, but it was nobody's particular interest to keep affairs in a frame of prosperity. Manifestly a dramatic revision of the liberties of enterprise was necessary, but the enterprising people who controlled politics, so far as political life was controlled, were the very last people to undertake such a revision.There is a clever metaphor I fancy that Wells worked in to this for the ‘actual’ defacto controlling class of things, that is: not really the politicians (sorry to disappoint the Orwell and conspiracy fans) but instead the ‘Dictatorship of the Air’ which might easily read as the ‘Dictatorship of the Airwaves’ – in colloquial language, that being radio and then television. Certainly we might imagine Rupert Murdoch or Ted Turner or Sumner Redstone (of yesterday) entering into honourable retirement as like the ‘dictators of the air’ of the very last days before the establishment of a one world state – in any case that is how things would work out, as the power of, say, Ted Turner to eradicate a political party in the United States – at any time he wishes – by simply green-lighting coverage of their bad actions relentlessly for months until revolution occurs is a real power of which no other institution possesses nor possesses any means of defence against, i.e. the ‘real power’ in our world to end a war or begin or war or end this or begin that is that power held by the organized press. This metaphor is somewhat of a more mature view, I think, than Wells earlier conception of the press in The Sleeper Awakes (1899) where the press of a dystopian future is visualized as a “babble machine” spreading circular nonsense to preoccupy the citizenry (although this is arguably a true representation of the mental processes of the Twitter and Facebook user, or of the general baby-speak and extremely infantile form of the news reports on the front page of the BBC News website) which is more or less what the press depicted as being in Brave New World also.However the construction of sudden new realities (or sudden ‘actualities’) presented by the equation of interdependent technological innovations (i.e. the radio and the television in this instance) is mentioned early on in The Shape Of Things To Come in ‘How The Idea And Hope Of The Modern World State First Appeared’ (Book One, Chapter Two), The fruitlessness of all these premature inventions is very easily explained. First in the case of the Transatlantic passage; either the earlier navigators who got to America never got back, or, if they did get back, they were unable to find the necessary support and means to go again before they died, or they had had enough of hardship, or they perished in a second attempt. Their stories were distorted into fantastic legends and substantially disbelieved. It was, indeed, a quite futile adventure to get to America until the keeled sailing ship, the science of navigation, and the mariner's compass had been added to human resources. (Then), in the matter of printing, it was only when the Chinese had developed the systematic manufacture of abundant cheap paper sheets in standard sizes that the printed book—and its consequent release of knowledge—became practically possible. Finally the delay in the attainment of flying was inevitable because before men could progress beyond precarious gliding it was necessary for metallurgy to reach a point at which the internal combustion engine could be made. Until then they could build nothing strong enough and light enough to battle with the eddies of the air.In an exactly parallel manner, the conception of one single human community organized for collective service to the common weal had to wait until the rapid evolution of the means of communication could arrest and promise to defeat the disintegrative influence of geographical separation. That rapid evolution came at last in the nineteenth century, and it has been described already in a preceding chapter of this world history. Steam power, oil power, electric power, the railway, the steamship, the aeroplane, transmission by wire and aerial transmission followed each other very rapidly. They knit together the human species as it had never been knit before. Insensibly, in less than a century, the utterly impracticable became not merely a possible adjustment but an urgently necessary adjustment if civilization was to continue.In other words, then, a global state (or, rather, such power in general held by the press as I see the analogy extending to them as being the ‘Dictatorship of the Airwaves’) was impossible to imagine and completely laughable before the technologies had stacked together to reveal as like in a simple piece of arithmetic which produced a single outcome of the equation; that no sooner had the technologies existed then the thing had become an actual reality – in that 1) unassailable political power had been unthinkingly dropped into the lap of the owners of the press, but that more importantly as consequence that therefore 2) mankind was subject to that power, that is: the situation existed the moment the technologies did – and this whether any living person had even realized it, as I think quite naturally all the time Men and Women invent things that they really have no notion of the fullest or most optimal uses of (“nothing is needed by fools, for: they do not understand how to use anything but are in want of everything,” Chrysippus), e.g. in no metaphor the television was quite literally invented as a ‘ghost box’ to commune with ghosts imagined to reveal themselves by manipulating the black and white of the static until someone else had the idea that there was at least one other use for that contraption.It is quite strange, also, that in contemporary times we have for ages been heavily propagandized ‘against’ the idea of a “one world state” as if, say, all the crimes and fecklessness that have gone on in our lifetimes are somehow secretly building towards the creation of such a thing – not a thing you would naturally conclude from an observation of those events nor a thing advocated for by anybody (insofar as I have ever heard) but it is a thing which would be the first logical response to ‘preventing’ such crimes from ever occurring again – such as like the already widely practiced concept of a Senate-Style Federation of Sovereign States rather than a hundred or so mutually antagonistic polities capable of bombing themselves or screwing up their economies and creating waves of refugees or mass starvation or pandemics, and so on. For instance, All Egypt is dependent on the flow of the Nile which originates in what is today another country, that other country recently decimated the flow of the Nile by gumming up the Nile with a Hydroelectric Dam; such an outcome would not occur if the total mass of the land itself was governed as the single interconnected economic and environmental system that it is in physical reality of which, when divided along arbitrary borderlines, there is no means to govern the entirety of the region in an amicable and prosperous manner for all as a whole and no recourse to the otherwise intolerable situation but War which is unlikely to occur – as most Nations are comprised of civilized peoples who rightly loath the concept of War – but it is the single and unavoidable outcome to resolve such a situation until that situation has dragged on for decades, causing immense suffering, until it reaches that point of desperation – the matter of Palestine and Israel, fresh to my mind in these days, raises itself also. Of the matter of War itself, in ‘The Direct Action Of The Armament Industries In Maintaining War Stresses’ (Book One, Chapter Eleven), Wells relays in 1933 what United States President Eisenhower would later remark in 1961 in his farewell address of the dangers of the Military Industrial Complex; albeit far more analytically on Wells part, that: it is not so much the ‘desire to harm’ on the part of the armament industries which sees them engage in unnecessary build-up of weapons stockpiles but that it is simply their business to produce, to stockpile, produce more deadly variants and stockpile the more deadly variants and sell off their old stockpiles to whomsoever rings their doorbell; for instance the on-going War in Ukraine is no different in this regard to the Viet Cong and NATO Warfare in Vietnam in that massive quantiles of cheap munitions were necessary for the war to be fought in the first place and massive quantities of munitions happened to exist as a by-product of the Armaments Industries to be dumped onto the warring parties in order to facilitate their macabre impulses at the expense of the citizenry; both at their cost in terms of the debt taken on to procure the weaponry on the part of their governments and in terms of their lives when the weaponry was unused to the outcome of massive loss of life of a single peoples within a bordered space – a thing of no value to themselves. Simply put, albeit in a very simplistic reduction to the bare basics: the War would not reached such catastrophic inhuman proportions without massive quantities of cheap Armaments that otherwise sat taking up warehouse space for more valuable Armaments on the part of the producer and seller. In a perpetual progress in the size and range of great guns, in a vast expansion of battleships that were continually scrapped in favour of larger or more elaborate models, (Armament Firms) found a most important and inexhaustible field of profit. The governments of the world were taken unawares, and in a little while the industry, by sound and accepted methods of salesmanship, was able to impose its novelties upon these ancient institutions with their tradition of implacable mutual antagonism. It was realized very soon that any decay of patriotism and loyalty would be inimical to this great system of profits, and the selling branch of the industry either bought directly or contrived to control most of the great newspapers of the time, and exercised a watchful vigilance on the teaching of belligerence in schools. Following the established rules and usages for a marketing industrialism, and with little thought of any consequences but profits, the directors of these huge concerns built up the new warfare that found its first exposition in the Great War of 1914-18, and gave its last desperate and frightful convulsions in the Polish wars of 1940 and the subsequent decades.Even at its outset in 1914-18 this new warfare was extraordinarily uncongenial to humanity. It did not even satisfy man's normal combative instincts. What an angry man wants to do is to beat and bash another living being, not to be shot at from ten miles distance or poisoned in a hole. Instead of drinking delight of battle with their peers, men tasted all the indiscriminating terror of an earthquake. The war literature stored at Atacama, to which we have already referred, is full of futile protest against the horror, the unsportsmanlike quality, the casual filthiness and indecency, the mechanical disregard of human dignity of the new tactics. But such protest itself was necessarily futile, because it did not go on to a clear indictment of the forces that were making, sustaining and distorting war. The child howled and wept and they did not even attempt to see what it was had tormented it.To us nowadays it seems insane that profit-making individuals and companies should have been allowed to manufacture weapons and sell the apparatus of murder to all comers. But to the man of the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries it seemed the most natural thing in the world. It had grown up in an entirely logical and necessary way, without any restraint upon the normal marketing methods of peace-time commerce, from the continually more extensive application of new industrial products to warfare. Even after the World War catastrophe, after that complete demonstration of the futility of war, men still allowed themselves to be herded like sheep into the barracks, to be trained to consume, and be consumed, by new lines of slaughter goods produced and marketed by the still active armament traders. And the accumulation of a still greater and still more dangerous mass of war material continued.The book is, if the reader has likely already gathered from the excerpts, not written in the style of a protagonal narrative; i.e. not as a story, i.e. no hero and no villain, but as a sort of a Historia Augusta – that is really the most fitting comparison I think of when trying to describe this to a new reader (or perhaps J.J. Scarisbrick’s Henry VIII), that is to say it is written ‘as’ a History in the classical style we are familiar with from the better of the ancient writers, as like Appian or Cassius Dio, but unlike Suetonius or Tacitus it is absent of the sloppy hinging of all bad things on the highly personalized propaganda ad hominem (i.e. blame the fall of empire on one guy) that goes in those narrative works as we are typically familiar with them.It is, of course, a work a fiction; although Wells did predict World War Two beginning in late 1939-1940 (although he had Poland putting up much better and longer of a fight against the Germans) and various other innovations, beginning from his own day with a true account of events prior to his own day – giving us a valuable account of affairs and actors prior to 1933 which would otherwise not come easily to any of us to discover. But the book, ultimately, is vehicle for the transmission and discussion of these societal (i.e. social, economic, industrial, logistic) matters presented to the audience of the day fresh, in their own minds, from the abject horror recently witnessed in World War One – and the economic catastrophes of which Roosevelts reforms had not yet come into tangible reality (i.e. relief for the poor, public works projects such as the motorways across America) as is discussed in that other seemingly little known H.G. Wells literary offering in his face-to-face interview with Josef Stalin the following year in 1934 (something which I think is of far more historical value than say, Nixon and Frost or Prince Andrew and Emily Maitlis), so as to ‘avert’ another crisis and pluck from the ether a seemingly alternate trajectory of where Mankind might at last get its act together. This ‘novel’ (thought it seems strange to call it that) ought be read, I would advise, in conjunction with ‘The Sleeper Awakes’ (1899) and also the (actually very depressing – I would not advise it) short-story prequel ‘A Story Of The Days To Come’ (1897) – set in that same universe – which, perhaps it is because I am English, seems to me to be a black horror show of the reality that we actually find ourselves living in this far into an actually dystopic future – or perhaps yet with the ‘strange windmills’ powering the mega cities that this a future yet to come (no pun intended); the broken speech, the babble machines, the miserable condition of the Working Class and their consumption of pre-packaged soft bread, the desire to flee the urban sprawl into the dilapidated countryside and make a little life in a run-down house with tacky wallpaper peeling away … ah, forgive me, my point is that ‘our condition’; i.e. those of us literate in English, is quite analogous to the condition of the central characters in those two stories; a culture dulled intellectually to the point that they can barely speak or think, being appraised and assayed by ourselves; those of us simply literate, as to render our commentary stuck as to seem as mutually alien as like Caesar in Gaul. However, it is in the context of the frame given to us in ‘The Shape Of Things To Come’ that we might gain a degree of sanity about this self-same situation; to study and lean into that dispassionate quality as to discern the nature of things as they are and recognize how important this quality is in relation to Well’s ultimate outcome for the best possible position of Humankind far far future, that is: that of Humankind’s vital intellectual capacity, and that the most striking message of STC, beyond all we have mentioned in this little overview, is that intellectual capacity in and of itself. For example, when we consider the ‘actuality’ of the power of Turner or perhaps Zuckerberg in his heyday, for instance, we consider a power fallen into a Mans lap by an accidental stacking of disparate technologies created not by himself but of which possess a power utterly dependent in that same equation upon on a population being ‘witless’ in the first place and so led slavishly by the “babble machines”. However you cut it, reader, the great uplifting of Humankind to a standard of autonomy and intellectual prowess – not held by an elite but possessed by All People – is a thing both intrinsically self-sufficient within our grasp for our own selves and is certainly the prerequisite for political matters in that intellectual capacity of the voting public determines entirely whether a public is tricked or foolish and gets themselves into trouble by undertaking some obvious error or whether they are immune to such trickery and foolishness in the first place and that their energies and time are spent on more valuable pursuits. It seems to me that our contemporary society has done away with the notion of good character through intellect and that we live with the outcome of this; being shepherded by emotional manipulation and brute force because our society at large is treated as if we lacked the verbal and intellectual toolsets to understand anything else – moreover possessing no means to discern whether or not what is forced onto us is right or wrong; truth or lies, and so on. Such a society as this, again it seems plain to me, is ‘any’ dystopia because it is the baseline composition for ‘all’ dystopia; as like the foolish dogma of an out-dated ideology for example rests itself upon a large enough contingent of the public being either treated as if they were or in fact are “too foolish” to discuss or think a thing through, so a dogma is poured over them like concrete creating, in turn, intolerable circumstances as the dogma, tomorrow, becomes out-dated and suddenly instructs them to do foolish things, as like in the “Banality Of Evil” (read: Hannah Arendt) as the character in all serious perpetrators of inhumanity who insist, with a confused expression on their faces, that they were just doing their job – and this ‘quality’, of extreme ignorance, is the composition of the culture where such ‘evil actions’ occur. I mean here that in STC we have on one hand a very in-depth account, very serious reading, to graduate the reader out of the depressive, atomizing, disempowering, conspiratorial milieu and mire of ‘life’ presented to us in 1984 and Brave New World, but that we have at the same time the very resonant harmonics that one does not need to “wait around for a distant future utopia” to “solve all the problems” but that the tools to do so are well within our grasp at any time we so choose and of which such an undertaking constitutes the foundation stones and tapestries of that future utopia which, I think, could be said to “meet us half-way” in many of these matters, as like we reach forward and they reach back and then those in the past reach forward and we in the resent reach back; that is anyway what it is to learn from the past and anyway the answer to “why the Grandfather sews the seeds for trees from whose fruits he will never eat.” Valete. ID, IX. MAIORES. V, CAL. IUNI. FORTUNA PRIMIGENIA.FULL TEXT ON GUTENBERG OF H.G. WELLS ‘THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME’ (1933)https://preview.redd.it/9l7yl9hx8y3d1.jpg?width=490&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4d5a4109fb8e2193b94a6e244d92d4ec5b7b84a7 https://preview.redd.it/37vvsroy8y3d1.jpg?width=740&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=e62ef5e11c1c4222d6f99ffebe82b3dd706cbc2f |
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To identify areas that need work, we start with a comprehensive SEO analysis. Our on-page SEO strategies include optimizing meta tags, headers, and content to align with the targeted keywords. We also focus on technical SEO aspects such as improving site speed, mobile-friendliness, and ensuring a robust site architecture.
Moreover, our off-page SEO efforts involve building high-quality backlinks from authoritative sites, which enhance your site's credibility and authority. By combining these strategies, we drive organic traffic to your website, increasing visibility and boosting your online presence.
We start by identifying the most suitable platforms for your business, whether it's Facebook, Instagram, LinkedIn, Twitter, or the rapidly growing TikTok. Our team develops engaging content that resonates with your audience, from eye-catching visuals and videos to compelling copy and interactive posts.
We also employ advanced targeting techniques to ensure that your content reaches the right audience. By analyzing demographics, interests, and behavior, we create precise audience segments for paid social media campaigns, maximizing your return on investment (ROI). Through consistent monitoring and optimization, we ensure that your social media presence drives engagement, conversions, and brand loyalty.
We begin with thorough keyword research to identify high-intent search terms that your potential customers are using. Our team then crafts compelling ad copy and designs eye-catching visuals to attract clicks. We also set up precise targeting parameters to ensure that your ads are shown to the most relevant audience.
Once the campaigns are live, we continuously monitor performance metrics such as click-through rates (CTR), conversion rates, and cost per acquisition (CPA). Through data-driven insights and A/B testing, we optimize the campaigns to improve performance and reduce costs, ensuring you get the best possible results from your ad spend.
Our content creation process begins with a deep understanding of your target audience and their pain points. We develop a content strategy that aligns with your business goals and addresses the needs of your audience at every stage of the buyer's journey.
Our team of skilled writers, designers, and videographers produce high-quality content that is informative, engaging, and optimized for search engines. Whether it's blog posts that rank well on Google, informative videos that explain complex concepts, or visually appealing infographics that simplify data, our content captivates your audience and drives engagement.
We also distribute your content across various channels, including your website, social media platforms, and email newsletters, to ensure maximum reach and impact.
We set up comprehensive tracking systems to monitor key performance indicators (KPIs) such as website traffic, conversion rates, bounce rates, and customer engagement. By analyzing this data, we identify trends and patterns that inform our strategies.
With the help of our data-driven methodology, we are able to consistently improve your campaigns and make wise decisions that lead to improved outcomes. We provide detailed reports and dashboards that give you a clear understanding of how your marketing efforts are performing and where improvements can be made.
We begin with a comprehensive consultation to understand your business, target audience, and goals. Based on this understanding, we develop a personalized marketing strategy that aligns with your vision and drives your business forward.
Our team works closely with you to implement and refine the strategy, ensuring that it evolves with your business and the ever-changing digital landscape. Whether you need a complete digital marketing overhaul or targeted assistance in specific areas, we provide solutions that deliver real results.
Our web design process starts with understanding your brand identity and business goals. We then create wireframes and mockups that reflect your vision and ensure seamless navigation. Our design team focuses on creating aesthetically pleasing layouts that capture attention and encourage interaction.
Once the design is finalized, our development team brings it to life using the latest technologies and best practices. We ensure that your website is optimized for speed, mobile-friendliness, and search engines. Additionally, we integrate essential features such as contact forms, e-commerce functionality, and analytics tools to track performance.
By providing a seamless user experience, we help you convert visitors into customers and achieve your business objectives.
Our email marketing strategy begins with building a high-quality email list. We use ethical and effective methods to gather email addresses from potential customers, ensuring that your list is targeted and engaged.
We then create personalized email campaigns that resonate with your audience. From welcome emails and newsletters to promotional offers and re-engagement campaigns, our emails are designed to capture attention and drive action.
Our team also focuses on optimizing email deliverability and open rates by using best practices such as segmentation, A/B testing, and responsive design. By analyzing email performance metrics, we continuously refine our strategies to improve engagement and achieve your goals.
From start-ups to well-established companies, we have experience working with companies of all shapes and sizes. Our case studies demonstrate the observable outcomes—like more website traffic, higher conversion rates, and better return on investment—that we have produced for our clients.
Our commitment to excellence and customer satisfaction has earned us a reputation as a trusted partner in the digital marketing industry. We are committed to supporting our clients in achieving their goals and prospering in business.
We offer multiple channels of communication, including phone, email, and live chat, to ensure that you can reach us whenever you need assistance. Our team is committed to providing timely and effective support, addressing any issues that arise and helping you navigate the complexities of digital marketing.
By providing exceptional customer support, we ensure that you have a positive experience working with us and achieve your desired outcomes.
The digital environment will keep changing as 2024 approaches, carrying with it both new possibilities and problems for companies. By partnering with Ramsiya Tech, you can stay ahead of the curve and achieve sustainable growth in the digital world. Contact us today to learn how we can help you succeed in the digital landscape of 2024 and beyond.
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1. Cutting-Edge SEO Strategies
Effective digital marketing strategies are built on the basis of search engine optimization, or SEO. At Ramsiya Tech, we understand that SEO is not a one-size-fits-all approach. Our team of experts is dedicated to staying abreast of the latest trends and algorithm updates to ensure that your website ranks at the top of search engine results pages (SERPs).To identify areas that need work, we start with a comprehensive SEO analysis. Our on-page SEO strategies include optimizing meta tags, headers, and content to align with the targeted keywords. We also focus on technical SEO aspects such as improving site speed, mobile-friendliness, and ensuring a robust site architecture.
Moreover, our off-page SEO efforts involve building high-quality backlinks from authoritative sites, which enhance your site's credibility and authority. By combining these strategies, we drive organic traffic to your website, increasing visibility and boosting your online presence.
2. Comprehensive Social Media Marketing
Social media platforms are necessary tools for engaging with your audience and building brand loyalty in the modern digital world. Ramsiya Tech excels in creating and executing comprehensive social media marketing campaigns tailored to your brand's voice and objectives.We start by identifying the most suitable platforms for your business, whether it's Facebook, Instagram, LinkedIn, Twitter, or the rapidly growing TikTok. Our team develops engaging content that resonates with your audience, from eye-catching visuals and videos to compelling copy and interactive posts.
We also employ advanced targeting techniques to ensure that your content reaches the right audience. By analyzing demographics, interests, and behavior, we create precise audience segments for paid social media campaigns, maximizing your return on investment (ROI). Through consistent monitoring and optimization, we ensure that your social media presence drives engagement, conversions, and brand loyalty.
3. Targeted Pay-Per-Click (PPC) Campaigns
Pay-per-click (PPC) advertising is a powerful method to generate immediate traffic and leads. At Ramsiya Tech, we specialize in creating and managing PPC campaigns that deliver maximum ROI. Our PPC experts design targeted campaigns across various platforms, including Google Ads, Bing Ads, and social media networks.We begin with thorough keyword research to identify high-intent search terms that your potential customers are using. Our team then crafts compelling ad copy and designs eye-catching visuals to attract clicks. We also set up precise targeting parameters to ensure that your ads are shown to the most relevant audience.
Once the campaigns are live, we continuously monitor performance metrics such as click-through rates (CTR), conversion rates, and cost per acquisition (CPA). Through data-driven insights and A/B testing, we optimize the campaigns to improve performance and reduce costs, ensuring you get the best possible results from your ad spend.
4. High-Quality Content Marketing
Content marketing is essential for establishing your brand as an authority in your industry and nurturing relationships with your audience. Ramsiya Tech offers comprehensive content marketing services that include blog writing, video production, infographics, and more.Our content creation process begins with a deep understanding of your target audience and their pain points. We develop a content strategy that aligns with your business goals and addresses the needs of your audience at every stage of the buyer's journey.
Our team of skilled writers, designers, and videographers produce high-quality content that is informative, engaging, and optimized for search engines. Whether it's blog posts that rank well on Google, informative videos that explain complex concepts, or visually appealing infographics that simplify data, our content captivates your audience and drives engagement.
We also distribute your content across various channels, including your website, social media platforms, and email newsletters, to ensure maximum reach and impact.
5. Data-Driven Insights
At Ramsiya Tech, we believe that data is the backbone of effective digital marketing. Our team utilizes advanced analytics tools to track and measure the performance of your campaigns, providing you with actionable insights that drive strategic decisions.We set up comprehensive tracking systems to monitor key performance indicators (KPIs) such as website traffic, conversion rates, bounce rates, and customer engagement. By analyzing this data, we identify trends and patterns that inform our strategies.
With the help of our data-driven methodology, we are able to consistently improve your campaigns and make wise decisions that lead to improved outcomes. We provide detailed reports and dashboards that give you a clear understanding of how your marketing efforts are performing and where improvements can be made.
6. Customized Marketing Solutions
At Ramsiya Tech, we understand that every business is unique, and so are its marketing needs. That's why we offer customized marketing solutions tailored to your specific objectives and challenges.We begin with a comprehensive consultation to understand your business, target audience, and goals. Based on this understanding, we develop a personalized marketing strategy that aligns with your vision and drives your business forward.
Our team works closely with you to implement and refine the strategy, ensuring that it evolves with your business and the ever-changing digital landscape. Whether you need a complete digital marketing overhaul or targeted assistance in specific areas, we provide solutions that deliver real results.
7. Innovative Web Design and Development
Your website is the cornerstone of your online presence and often the first point of contact for potential customers. At Ramsiya Tech, we specialize in creating user-friendly, responsive, and visually appealing websites that enhance user experience and drive conversions.Our web design process starts with understanding your brand identity and business goals. We then create wireframes and mockups that reflect your vision and ensure seamless navigation. Our design team focuses on creating aesthetically pleasing layouts that capture attention and encourage interaction.
Once the design is finalized, our development team brings it to life using the latest technologies and best practices. We ensure that your website is optimized for speed, mobile-friendliness, and search engines. Additionally, we integrate essential features such as contact forms, e-commerce functionality, and analytics tools to track performance.
By providing a seamless user experience, we help you convert visitors into customers and achieve your business objectives.
8. Email Marketing Expertise
Email marketing is still one of the best ways to develop leads, keep clients, and increase conversions. At Ramsiya Tech, we offer comprehensive email marketing services that help you engage your audience and build lasting relationships.Our email marketing strategy begins with building a high-quality email list. We use ethical and effective methods to gather email addresses from potential customers, ensuring that your list is targeted and engaged.
We then create personalized email campaigns that resonate with your audience. From welcome emails and newsletters to promotional offers and re-engagement campaigns, our emails are designed to capture attention and drive action.
Our team also focuses on optimizing email deliverability and open rates by using best practices such as segmentation, A/B testing, and responsive design. By analyzing email performance metrics, we continuously refine our strategies to improve engagement and achieve your goals.
9. Proven Track Record
At Ramsiya Tech, we take pride in our proven track record of success. Our portfolio includes numerous satisfied clients who have seen significant growth and improved performance through our digital marketing efforts.From start-ups to well-established companies, we have experience working with companies of all shapes and sizes. Our case studies demonstrate the observable outcomes—like more website traffic, higher conversion rates, and better return on investment—that we have produced for our clients.
Our commitment to excellence and customer satisfaction has earned us a reputation as a trusted partner in the digital marketing industry. We are committed to supporting our clients in achieving their goals and prospering in business.
10. Dedicated Customer Support
At Ramsiya Tech, we believe in building long-term relationships with our clients. Our dedicated customer support team is always available to answer your questions, provide updates, and ensure you’re satisfied with our services.We offer multiple channels of communication, including phone, email, and live chat, to ensure that you can reach us whenever you need assistance. Our team is committed to providing timely and effective support, addressing any issues that arise and helping you navigate the complexities of digital marketing.
By providing exceptional customer support, we ensure that you have a positive experience working with us and achieve your desired outcomes.
Conclusion
A successful digital marketing firm selection can significantly impact your company's ability to meet its objectives. At Ramsiya Tech, we combine expertise, innovation, and dedication to deliver exceptional results. Our cutting-edge SEO strategies, comprehensive social media marketing, targeted PPC campaigns, high-quality content marketing, data-driven insights, customized solutions, innovative web design, email marketing expertise, proven track record, and dedicated industry-leading customer support distinguish us.The digital environment will keep changing as 2024 approaches, carrying with it both new possibilities and problems for companies. By partnering with Ramsiya Tech, you can stay ahead of the curve and achieve sustainable growth in the digital world. Contact us today to learn how we can help you succeed in the digital landscape of 2024 and beyond.
In the dynamic and ever-evolving world of digital marketing, businesses need a reliable partner to navigate the complexities and stay ahead of the competition. Ramsiya Tech stands out as a leader in the industry, offering comprehensive digital marketing solutions tailored to meet the unique needs of each client. As we step into 2024, here are ten compelling reasons why Ramsiya Tech should be your top choice for digital marketing services.
1. Cutting-Edge SEO Strategies
Effective digital marketing strategies are built on the basis of search engine optimization, or SEO. At Ramsiya Tech, we understand that SEO is not a one-size-fits-all approach. Our team of experts is dedicated to staying abreast of the latest trends and algorithm updates to ensure that your website ranks at the top of search engine results pages (SERPs).To identify areas that need work, we start with a comprehensive SEO analysis. Our on-page SEO strategies include optimizing meta tags, headers, and content to align with the targeted keywords. We also focus on technical SEO aspects such as improving site speed, mobile-friendliness, and ensuring a robust site architecture.
Moreover, our off-page SEO efforts involve building high-quality backlinks from authoritative sites, which enhance your site's credibility and authority. By combining these strategies, we drive organic traffic to your website, increasing visibility and boosting your online presence.
2. Comprehensive Social Media Marketing
Social media platforms are necessary tools for engaging with your audience and building brand loyalty in the modern digital world. Ramsiya Tech excels in creating and executing comprehensive social media marketing campaigns tailored to your brand's voice and objectives.We start by identifying the most suitable platforms for your business, whether it's Facebook, Instagram, LinkedIn, Twitter, or the rapidly growing TikTok. Our team develops engaging content that resonates with your audience, from eye-catching visuals and videos to compelling copy and interactive posts.
We also employ advanced targeting techniques to ensure that your content reaches the right audience. By analyzing demographics, interests, and behavior, we create precise audience segments for paid social media campaigns, maximizing your return on investment (ROI). Through consistent monitoring and optimization, we ensure that your social media presence drives engagement, conversions, and brand loyalty.
3. Targeted Pay-Per-Click (PPC) Campaigns
Pay-per-click (PPC) advertising is a powerful method to generate immediate traffic and leads. At Ramsiya Tech, we specialize in creating and managing PPC campaigns that deliver maximum ROI. Our PPC experts design targeted campaigns across various platforms, including Google Ads, Bing Ads, and social media networks.We begin with thorough keyword research to identify high-intent search terms that your potential customers are using. Our team then crafts compelling ad copy and designs eye-catching visuals to attract clicks. We also set up precise targeting parameters to ensure that your ads are shown to the most relevant audience.
Once the campaigns are live, we continuously monitor performance metrics such as click-through rates (CTR), conversion rates, and cost per acquisition (CPA). Through data-driven insights and A/B testing, we optimize the campaigns to improve performance and reduce costs, ensuring you get the best possible results from your ad spend.
4. High-Quality Content Marketing
Content marketing is essential for establishing your brand as an authority in your industry and nurturing relationships with your audience. Ramsiya Tech offers comprehensive content marketing services that include blog writing, video production, infographics, and more.Our content creation process begins with a deep understanding of your target audience and their pain points. We develop a content strategy that aligns with your business goals and addresses the needs of your audience at every stage of the buyer's journey.
Our team of skilled writers, designers, and videographers produce high-quality content that is informative, engaging, and optimized for search engines. Whether it's blog posts that rank well on Google, informative videos that explain complex concepts, or visually appealing infographics that simplify data, our content captivates your audience and drives engagement.
We also distribute your content across various channels, including your website, social media platforms, and email newsletters, to ensure maximum reach and impact.
5. Data-Driven Insights
At Ramsiya Tech, we believe that data is the backbone of effective digital marketing. Our team utilizes advanced analytics tools to track and measure the performance of your campaigns, providing you with actionable insights that drive strategic decisions.We set up comprehensive tracking systems to monitor key performance indicators (KPIs) such as website traffic, conversion rates, bounce rates, and customer engagement. By analyzing this data, we identify trends and patterns that inform our strategies.
With the help of our data-driven methodology, we are able to consistently improve your campaigns and make wise decisions that lead to improved outcomes. We provide detailed reports and dashboards that give you a clear understanding of how your marketing efforts are performing and where improvements can be made.
6. Customized Marketing Solutions
At Ramsiya Tech, we understand that every business is unique, and so are its marketing needs. That's why we offer customized marketing solutions tailored to your specific objectives and challenges.We begin with a comprehensive consultation to understand your business, target audience, and goals. Based on this understanding, we develop a personalized marketing strategy that aligns with your vision and drives your business forward.
Our team works closely with you to implement and refine the strategy, ensuring that it evolves with your business and the ever-changing digital landscape. Whether you need a complete digital marketing overhaul or targeted assistance in specific areas, we provide solutions that deliver real results.
7. Innovative Web Design and Development
Your website is the cornerstone of your online presence and often the first point of contact for potential customers. At Ramsiya Tech, we specialize in creating user-friendly, responsive, and visually appealing websites that enhance user experience and drive conversions.Our web design process starts with understanding your brand identity and business goals. We then create wireframes and mockups that reflect your vision and ensure seamless navigation. Our design team focuses on creating aesthetically pleasing layouts that capture attention and encourage interaction.
Once the design is finalized, our development team brings it to life using the latest technologies and best practices. We ensure that your website is optimized for speed, mobile-friendliness, and search engines. Additionally, we integrate essential features such as contact forms, e-commerce functionality, and analytics tools to track performance.
By providing a seamless user experience, we help you convert visitors into customers and achieve your business objectives.
8. Email Marketing Expertise
Email marketing is still one of the best ways to develop leads, keep clients, and increase conversions. At Ramsiya Tech, we offer comprehensive email marketing services that help you engage your audience and build lasting relationships.Our email marketing strategy begins with building a high-quality email list. We use ethical and effective methods to gather email addresses from potential customers, ensuring that your list is targeted and engaged.
We then create personalized email campaigns that resonate with your audience. From welcome emails and newsletters to promotional offers and re-engagement campaigns, our emails are designed to capture attention and drive action.
Our team also focuses on optimizing email deliverability and open rates by using best practices such as segmentation, A/B testing, and responsive design. By analyzing email performance metrics, we continuously refine our strategies to improve engagement and achieve your goals.
9. Proven Track Record
At Ramsiya Tech, we take pride in our proven track record of success. Our portfolio includes numerous satisfied clients who have seen significant growth and improved performance through our digital marketing efforts.From start-ups to well-established companies, we have experience working with companies of all shapes and sizes. Our case studies demonstrate the observable outcomes—like more website traffic, higher conversion rates, and better return on investment—that we have produced for our clients.
Our commitment to excellence and customer satisfaction has earned us a reputation as a trusted partner in the digital marketing industry. We are committed to supporting our clients in achieving their goals and prospering in business.
10. Dedicated Customer Support
At Ramsiya Tech, we believe in building long-term relationships with our clients. Our dedicated customer support team is always available to answer your questions, provide updates, and ensure you’re satisfied with our services.We offer multiple channels of communication, including phone, email, and live chat, to ensure that you can reach us whenever you need assistance. Our team is committed to providing timely and effective support, addressing any issues that arise and helping you navigate the complexities of digital marketing.
By providing exceptional customer support, we ensure that you have a positive experience working with us and achieve your desired outcomes.
Conclusion
A successful digital marketing firm selection can significantly impact your company's ability to meet its objectives. At Ramsiya Tech, we combine expertise, innovation, and dedication to deliver exceptional results. Our cutting-edge SEO strategies, comprehensive social media marketing, targeted PPC campaigns, high-quality content marketing, data-driven insights, customized solutions, innovative web design, email marketing expertise, proven track record, and dedicated industry-leading customer support distinguish us.The digital environment will keep changing as 2024 approaches, carrying with it both new possibilities and problems for companies. By partnering with Ramsiya Tech, you can stay ahead of the curve and achieve sustainable growth in the digital world. Contact us today to learn how we can help you succeed in the digital landscape of 2024 and beyond.
2024.06.01 12:54 QueasyStorage637 Looking for novel
Hi I just came across a novel, chosen by the moon novel by izabella W. Its on pay by chapter websites, I've opened and read a few chapters but I can't seem to find any free version or chapter version anywhere. Please help. If anyone has read it I'm willing to take spoilers. Here's the advert I found below of it on Facebook.
Lycanthrope species is a disgusting race. And I, Delan Riley, am nothing more than a human scum in their eyes never expected those species would turn my world upside down. Since when the lycans managed to penetrate our town, like in the early 1900's we have a hierarchy, upper class = the lycans, middle class = mated humans, and lower class = the normal humans, who were basically considered scum. I endured their torment day after day, vowing to run away from them one day, until that day came and everything changed.
Dylan POV "Humans," I scowled at the principal's words from tannoy. "The Alpha twins will be celebrating their birthday tomorrow, as such, festivities are in order." Oh great, the Alphas twin children. Adrian and Arya are the worst lycans alive. I swear just because they are the alphas kids they literally get away with everything. If their birthday is tomorrow, then the wolves are going to be worse than ever. "All students will be present to greet them, two lines will be made, with humans on the left and the lycanthrope on the right. Any mated human will be at the front of the line for their year, you will all also be in order of your school year. That is all." Chat broke out the minute the tannoy was finished. "We haven't had a school gathering since the alpha king visited three years ago, before his sons coronation." Nick was right, the last time we all gathered like that was for the king and queens visit, when he decided to let the world know that he was to renounce his title to his only child, son Josh. "That sick bestard, he wants to make sure everyone is there so those idiot twins can find their mates." Yes I was mad, my fists connected with the table in front of me once more as I thought about how disgusting the situation was. You see the twins will be turning 17, so it's very possible someone in our school could be their mate, finding a mate is sacred to a wolf, the minute they say that one word your fate is sealed. They will turn your mind, morph you into being a lover of their kind, and then you'll give in.
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Lycanthrope species is a disgusting race. And I, Delan Riley, am nothing more than a human scum in their eyes never expected those species would turn my world upside down. Since when the lycans managed to penetrate our town, like in the early 1900's we have a hierarchy, upper class = the lycans, middle class = mated humans, and lower class = the normal humans, who were basically considered scum. I endured their torment day after day, vowing to run away from them one day, until that day came and everything changed.
Dylan POV "Humans," I scowled at the principal's words from tannoy. "The Alpha twins will be celebrating their birthday tomorrow, as such, festivities are in order." Oh great, the Alphas twin children. Adrian and Arya are the worst lycans alive. I swear just because they are the alphas kids they literally get away with everything. If their birthday is tomorrow, then the wolves are going to be worse than ever. "All students will be present to greet them, two lines will be made, with humans on the left and the lycanthrope on the right. Any mated human will be at the front of the line for their year, you will all also be in order of your school year. That is all." Chat broke out the minute the tannoy was finished. "We haven't had a school gathering since the alpha king visited three years ago, before his sons coronation." Nick was right, the last time we all gathered like that was for the king and queens visit, when he decided to let the world know that he was to renounce his title to his only child, son Josh. "That sick bestard, he wants to make sure everyone is there so those idiot twins can find their mates." Yes I was mad, my fists connected with the table in front of me once more as I thought about how disgusting the situation was. You see the twins will be turning 17, so it's very possible someone in our school could be their mate, finding a mate is sacred to a wolf, the minute they say that one word your fate is sealed. They will turn your mind, morph you into being a lover of their kind, and then you'll give in.
That won't happen to me, I'm growing old to see the world as it once was, and I'm going to choose who I'll be with. No one will take that dream away from me.
Once dinner was finished, I just wanted to sleep. I'd had a very long tiring day, I quickly sat down on a small stool my mother kept in the storage closet and removed my shirt while my brother Freddy sat at the table to do his simple homework. It wasn't long before my mother came in with a large bowl of warm salt water and some cotton, this was going to sting I just knew it. She was here to help me with the wounds caused by wolves yesterday. She slowly began to unwrap the bandage from around my torso and slowed down drastically when it came to the final layer, I felt it peel off every wound and my fists clenched in pain. "Jesus!" I heard my mom exclaim once the dressing was completely removed. The air on my back was nice though and I sighed as my arm covered my once again exposed brests. "This is more than 15!" I began to hear sniffles coming from her and sighed turning round to look at her face, only to notice tears streaming down it. "Mom I'm fine, it's alright." She shook her head. "It's not alright, I'm your mother I shouldn't let these things happen. I'm so sorry. Your father would have..." here she goes again. Every single time something happened she'd always bring up dad, it really annoyed me because no matter how much we all wish he was here, he just isn't. My father was kiled by THEIR kind, almost 5 years ago when they actually managed to take over. When the lycans managed to penetrate our town my father rose up with some people from the neighborhood, to defend our livelihood, it was futile to say the least. We lost many people and I watched as my dad was ripped apart by two fully shifted wolves, I ended up shoting him to stop his suffering before they dragged me to the courtyard, i was the person to receive the first lashing of the town when I was 12! The wolves have been pretty strict with me since that day. "Stop being stvpid!" Was I harsh? Definitely! Did she need to hear it again, absolutely. "Dad is dead, we don't know what he'd do because he never knew this life. He never knew this world." I know what he'd have done, most likely attacked the guy who held the whip and got himself kiled in the process. "The best thing you can do for me, is stop crying and help me, next time don't insist on helping if you can't handle it." She began to wash my open wounds with the warm salt water causing loud winces to leave me, I knew it was necessary to prevent infection, but my god it hurt like a betch. "Some of these are really deep Dylan!" She sniffed again and my eyes rolled in my head. "I told you, I'm fine, just wrap me back up so I can get to bed." My mom was obviously more impacted by my injuries than I was, I suppose that always the case though. When it's happening to you, you've just got to get through it but when it's happening to someone you love, you just want to take their pain away. She quickly placed a fresh bandage around my waist and chest and wrapped it tightly for compression. The bowl of water that was used was now red in color, I guess from the blood my back was dripping with. "Can you keep your head down please? At least just this week. You can't take any more lashings." I simply nodded before standing up away from the stool, I walked over to Freddie and ruffled his hair in affection. "Good night squirt." He giggled and fixed his hair slightly. "Night Dilly." I smiled walking upstairs to my little bedroom, as soon as I was inside i shut the door and flopped down on to my bed on my stomach and I took a minute to cry to myself at the pain in my back, what my mom did was important but it hurt, not that I'd ever tell her. My hand covered my mouth quickly to muffle any noise I might be making. I couldn't tell anyone, I had to be strong because more and more people were crumpling these days, and my mom would break if she knew how much I was suffering. Sleep followed me shortly after, she was right though about me needing to keep my head down for the time being, I could not take another lashing! After a long night and an even longer morning, we were all finally stood in the hallway at school waiting for the twins to arrive. "Mine!" Everyone that was stood in the hallway tensed up, as we were seniors, me and Nick were stood towards the very back of the human line. All the mated people were situated directly opposite their wolf mates in their years. We stayed silent and still as Arya walked down the hall and stopped directly in front of Nick. His eyes widened in fear, unsure of wether to look up or keep his head lowered. "Look me in the eye, mate." He glanced at me slightly as if asking what he should do. "I said, look me in the eye." He slowly moved his eye line up to look at her face. I took a glance myself to see her eyes pitch black with lust. "I... can't... I mean... erm." Before he was able to mutter anything else, two wolves from opposite, grabbed him out of the line and dragged him behind Arya. "Hey!" My head shot up before I could stop myself. My mouth also forgot its place as I jumped out of line. Everyone's head shot to me as my eyes widened in realization at what I'd done. Adrian, the other twin, walked up to me before punching me right in the stomach, I doubled over instantly. Feeling the sting in my slightly healed back. "I know you... You were publicly flogged only two days ago." God I hate this guy. "I also have it on good authority, that you openly spoke out against our rules and regulations in yesterday's class." My head shot down the line slightly to see Erin, looking a little frightened, her mate, the beta to be was looking at her, nodding his head in reassurance. "You traitor, you grassed on your own kind?" I yelled at her before feeling a fist connect with my cheek. My head whipped to the side from the force, while my class members gasped. I'm so done with this treatment, right then, I wasn't in charge of my actions. My fists curled up and my stance became a lot more defensive. My head snapped up to the alpha to be, and I looked him in the eye. "You don't know the meaning of the word disrespect." I suddenly hurled my fist towards his head, which he easily dodged, but my foot came up and kicked him instead. He stumbled backwards from the force with wide eyes. "You... you Actually hit me!" He didn't even sound annoyed, more shocked. Everyone in the hallway was watching, waiting for the alpha to do something but instead he simply stood up straight, regaining his composure. "I think everyone should get back to class." He began to walk away, following his sister when I called him back. "What about Nick?!" "Simple, He's my sisters mate. He now belongs to her." Argh, he's not an object. "He's not her property." A chuckle left his mouth, before turning his back to me again. "All humans are property." A short while later everyone made it to science class, our teacher Mrs Mathews is mated to the lycans pack doctor, she also now has a four and two year old with him. She was one of the first humans to be cohered into a false relationship. "What were you thinking young lady?" I rolled my head at her before looking at the empty seat next to mine. Nick was with that stvpid wolf girl right now. Being changed, I'm so angry it's ridiculous. "I was thinking, this guy is being a prick. Did you hear him? 'All humans are property.' It's bull shet." I looked up and the whole class looked at me like I had three heads. Talking shet about wolves is one thing, but talking about an alpha is punishable by death, attacking an alpha is an even worse offense. There was then a knock at the door and in walked Erin and her band of mated bestards. "Sorry we're late Mrs." "Erin, how are things between you and bata Monroe?" She blushed, the traitor actually blushed at the mention of his name. "He spoke to me last night about trying for a baby. We need a good strong boy to take over as beta." I scoffed looking at her as she took her seat. "You guys are actually pathetic, why can't it be a girl? Those mutts are basically Neanderthals" I voiced my opinion and saw all the shocked faces around me. Calling the lycans mutts, is the same as them calling us scum. After lesson had ended the entire school was called into the hall for assembly. This is where any human who has been found to have broken the rules were punished, usually 10 lashings were goven out or something similar. "Welcome to the school assembly, congratulations to the alpha twins for finding both your mates. Now on to the business at hand, as the 5 year anniversary of the new world is coming up, we have been informed that the alpha king will be visiting our district next week, this is very exciting news. We want you all to look your absolute best, she wolves and mated females will wear exemplary dresses made by seamstress. Male wolves and mated men will wear tailored suits. Anyone who doesn't comply will be reprimanded." The Alpha King?! No one has met him yet, he took over the throne three years ago when he turned 18. He really didn't make any appearances though, great, this month is going to be a nightmare. "As for the humans, you will be given a new uniform to wear for the visit, these are to be neatly ironed and worn to the highest standard. As for the following humans, based on your attitude this past week, you will be coming to the front and facing punishment. Tony summerset?!" Tony's head shot up as he looked around, he was in the year below but he shared my views when it came to the lycans. He slowly walked up to the front of assembly, almost instantly his top was t0rn in two and he received 10 lashings. A girl named Kara was next and she too received 10 lashings. A few more people went up slowly accepting their fate then suddenly my name was called. "Dylan Riley." Inside I was terrified but I simply shrugged my shoulders, I guess I did kind of expect this. Although I'm not sure if my back can take any more damage. "You attacked an alpha, correct!" His eyes bored into mine as I bowed my head submitting to his authority. "Technically, no." Everyone in the school gym looked on in fear, as my head moved to the front row of the wolf side. Adrian sat, with a werewolf girl in the year below, her name was Jana, I guess he found his mate. Nick and Arya were no where to be seen though. Adrian gave me a shrug as if to say he didn't tell, before smirking at my comment. "He hasn't officially taken the alpha title yet, so he's just..." i looked at the principle and noticed his eyes black and his claws out, he was in what lycans call a half shift, triggered when the subject has become angered. He turned to two security wolves and gave them a nod, Almost immediately i was forced onto my knees, my arm was slammed on a table and held in place by one wolf, while my body was held in place by the other. "Ok, I don't think this is needed, I have alpha blood, a stvpid human girl can't hurt me." My head snapped to Adrian who had stood up in front of the school to stop what was happening. "Nevertheless, humans need to know their place." With that the pressure on my arm increased as our principals hand pulled my sleeve up before a long claw punctured my skin. The searing pain shoting from the fresh wound had my eyes scrunched and my fist clenched, I bit the inside of my cheek hard instantly tasting blood, however no sound left my mouth. He continued to write, using my skin as a canvas and his claws as a marker, it went on forever, my vision blurred slightly at one point as I turned my head away. After minutes of torture, he was done and the pressure on my arm eased, instantly I snatched my arm away, hissing through my teeth at the pain. I was about to scurry off stage, when I was roughly grabbed yet again, my arm being held in the air by the principal while my feet were inches off the floor, blood dripped from the wound and the pattern he had made was on show for everyone to see. Loads of people gasped, even the wolves looked slightly horrified at what had happened. "This is what happens when a human decides to speak out. I can promise, anyone who so much as says one word about our way of life, will have the same punishment." My arm was starting to seriously ache from being held in the air for so long, and the lack of blood flow to my suspended arm was causing me pins and needles, still I refused to make a sound. I held the tears back and I bit my cheek harder causing more blood to fill my mouth. "That's enough Bradley!" Adrian growled, he was still stood up and looking at the scene in front of him. His eyes hard as he stared at the principal a low warning growl erupted from his chest which had the head teacher gulping, he quickly let go of my arm causing me to crash to the floor. A small cry left my mouth as I hit the hard floor. Immediately I scrambled away, my foot just missed the high step leading to the stage and I fell, waiting for the impact of the ground, but it never came. Two strong arms wrapped around me catching my weak body causing me to look up, my eyes widened as I noticed Adrian had caught my falling form. "This isn't part of the human punishment program!" Adrian growled causing me to tense in his grip, I pushed him away from me before fixing my uniform top. The room was deadly silent, taking in the scene in front of them, while I stole a glance at my forearm. Carved into my skin by his devastating claws were two words, words that would most definitely scar my body for life. 'Human scum' "Lessons must be learned, she received lashing merely two days ago, and clearly it had no effect on her." Another growl left Adrian's chest as he stepped on to the stage, I wasn't bothered though, you would think I'd be ashamed but I simply smiled slightly. I fixed my sleeve a little so it wouldn't rub on the fresh wound before speaking. "It doesn't matter," the whole room looked at me shocked by my attitude. "I would rather be labeled human scum, than have any resemblance to your kind. I'm proud of what I am, how many of you can say that?" After my amazing little speech, I walked right down the middle between the humans and lycans and out the door. No more compliance, I'm going to get away with as much as I can without getting into too much bother. There will come a day when the lycans power will fizzle out. When it does I'll be ready, I'll be waiting for the day we take our world back. As for the best part about my plan...No one can stop me.
"Ouch, not so hard." I seethed as the school nurse cleaned my new wound with antiseptic. "If you had of just kept your mouth shut, this wouldn't have happened." I turned to my right looking out the window at the few clouds that were floating in the blue sky. "Like I said, I'm proud to be human, and now everyone knows what I am." I clenched my fist together as the nurse began wrapping a bandage around my forearm. It had been a good few hours since the incident in the hall, and I had been forced to come to the nurces office after I had tried to clean my wound by splashing it with water from the tap, it also refused to stop bleeding. "You are impossible. Can you please just try and stay out of trouble? For one day, that's all I ask." Our school nurse is a wolf, she's one of them. However she hates the way they treat us mere humans, she thinks we should all just live in peace with equal rights. Like that would ever happen. "All I've done is stay out of trouble, but you are just going to humiliate me anyway, so what's the actual point?" "The pack were discussing a public execution, Dylan. You need to walk on egg shells from now on, not just for you but for your family as well." No ones been publicly executed in over 4 months, I'm flattered they're considering it. They only execute people who they believe are the biggest problems to society. "Well then... I'm flattered." I chuckled, before looking at the patch job. 'Huh, not too shabby.' I quickly stood up from the human nursing station and pulled the sleeve of my shirt down covering the evidence of ever being hurt. "This is serious!" I just gave her a blank look before leaving the room. On the way out I heard her call back to me. "Please just think about it." I gave a clipped nod as I walked away wondering how I'm going to tell my mom about this. Later in the evening... "Dilly why you say that?" Freddie looked up at me with a mouth full of bread. "Don't speak with your mouthful!" My mom scolded him as a bashful blush made its way to his cheeks. "Sowwy mommy." His reply was muffled as he swallowed the last chunk of food. "I said it Freddie, because it's the truth. The wolf race are a pathetic excuse for..." my mom cut me off with an extremely stern look. "Dylan! They have ears everywhere, one more word out of you and it's your room." I scowled, my hatred for the Lycan kind growing stronger as each day passes. "What more can they do to me, lash me? Beat me? Brand me? They've ran out of options." I stated slamming my hands down, then severely regretting it as sharp pain shot though my wound. "What was that?" My head shot to regard my mothers worried expression. Her eyebrows were raised and her eyes were dull and judging as she looked at me. "Nothing, it was nothing." I quickly took my plate in my hand and began to walk to the kitchen. "I'm not really hungry, and I have homework to do!" My mom caught hold of my forearm causing me to drop my plate suddenly, I watched it slowly fall before shattering on the floor. I retracted my arm quickly and turned to Freddie. "Stay there and don't move until it's cleaned up ok sport?" He just nodded with wide eyes, I turned back to my mom and noticed her curious stare on my arm. Her grip shifted to the other side as she turned it around before pulling my sleeve up. The bandage was showing and a bit of blood was seeping though after the wound had been disturbed. "What the hel happened?" My moms eyes widened as she began to fumble with the bandage. Before she could unravel any of it I snatched my arm away. "I had an accident at school. No big." I began to gather the large pieces of the broken plate up ready to put them in the bin. "What did you do Dylan?" She looked at me with pure worry and only then did I realize what the wound must look like to someone who didn't know. "For gods sake! I didn't do it to myself! I got publicly punished at the assembly alright? It's no big deal." Her face dropped instantly and she stepped towards me, causing me to step backwards. "Mom, I'm ok. So back off will you." "What did you do? I've never known them to cut someone's arm as a punishment." Her shock and accusation was evident in her voice and I sighed heavily. "I spoke against the alphas son." I may have hit him too, but I wasn't going to divulge that part to her. "It's not one big cut, mom, it's a brand, 'human scum' carved onto my arm." "They've branded you now too?!" My eyes rolled at her hurt tone as I went to get the dustpan and brush. "You're so much like your father." A sigh left her mouth as she spoke, running a hand through her hair, while I quickly swept up the little pieces of the broken plate. "You've had a new uniform delivered. It's laid out on your bed. Dylan, Please just try and stay respectful in the future, I don't want my daughter to be completely mutilated. Although you're not far off." "Gee, Thanks." I then walked over to my little brother Freddy before blowing a kiss into his neck and hearing him giggle. "So sport, how's school going?" "It's ok." He shrugged before going back to coloring a dinosaur picture in. "Well that's good, stay out of trouble, ok little man?" Heading upstairs and into my room, my thoughts wandered to the permanent graffiti scar very slowly healing on my arm. Disgusting beasts. Think they own the world because they're faster, stronger and can shift. Pah. If you ask me they are not all that.The second I walked into my room my mouth dropped open. On my bed was some grey pants laid out neatly, which wasn't the surprising part, no, what shocked me was the grey high neck no sleeved button down shirt, every single set of uniform had sleeves except this one. They've done this on purpose those, mutts. They want the world to see my arm and know what a disgusting creature I am. They want the world to know that I, Dylan Riley, am nothing more than 'human scum'.
During the last week, I've been horrible, in class I've been loud in voicing my views, I've insulted at least everyone to some degree, I didn't care about the consequences, and I certainly didn't think about them. I haven't seen Nick at all since he was claimed, and to make matters worse today was the royal visit. Oh yes, werewolves and mated humans alike were spending every waking minute preparing themselves to meet his royal majesty, king of the wolves. Unclaimed Humans however would rather stick pins in their eyes. "Dylan, get down now... you're going to be late." She was right, I was dawdling this morning, I really couldn't be bothered today, I gave myself one last look in the small mirror and sighed when my eyes met my newly uncovered brand. It had bad bruising around the letters, and was still extremely tender to touch, it was definitely healing now though. I made my way down the stairs and came face to face with my mother who was seeing to Freddie, she was helping my brother get his coat on when she turned to me. "You ready sport?" Freddie nodded his little head at me and smiled while I quickly slid my shoes on. "Just Remember, the alpha is bad enough, Dylan, please, please don't do anything to anger the king." My mother stopped us from walking out the door to tell me something she had been telling me continuously for the last couple of days, it was almost as if the entire human population of our district was expecting me to do something stvpid. "Try and have a good day." I rolled my eyes but nodded, even I know not to push the king, he could kil me in the hallway like it was nothing. In fact I plan on staying out of his way for the entirety of the day. "We will see you tonight mom." I stated before me and my brother began our walk to school, his little hand clutched my own tightly as we went. Usually Nick would be with us, as he lives next door, well he used to, now he's residing in the main pack house. I quickly dropped Freddie off at his school and watched him get the wolfsbane neutralizer before walking into him building giving me a small wave before he went in. With my new scar on complete show, and my figure being complimented by the skin tight shirt I was wearing, I sauntered down the street to school, I gave my name and year in and took the wolf's bane neutralizer injection with no problems at all. It was finally getting into school that the problem occurred. Walking through the halls I was met by many looks, some of pity some of disgust. You see every single non mated human in the school was wearing a long sleeved version of the uniform I was given. All the Wolves and mated couples were scattered around in fancy floor length dresses or tailored suits. As I turned the corner I noticed a couple, now this couple happened to catch my eye the most out of all of them because it consisted of Arya and Nick, eating each other's faces off. "What the hel!" Nicks head shot to me as his eyes widened. He too was dressed in a tailored suit, a navy blue tie hung on his neck to match Aryas dress. Why was this happening all the time? It's always my friends that get completely brain washed. I shook my head in disbelief before turning my back on him. I heard his fast footsteps behind me as I rounded the corner. "Dylan?!" He ran right in front of me, stopping me in my tracks, making me drop my bag off my shoulder and almost causing me to bump into him. "Let me just explain..." "Has she marked you?" I mean you could almost see it in his eyes, she had marked him, and knowing the way life goes he's probably even mated with her. "Actually... Don't even answer that." I aggressively picked my bag up off of the floor and stormed off down the hall. "Dylan, just listen to me, Erin was right, it's so hard to resist your soulmate, and Arya is actually ok once you get to know her." I just kept walking, he caught up to me walking beside me but it didn't matter, I completely ignored everything and everyone. 'I'm so not in the mood today' getting into class was good though, I said hello to Mr Foley and took my usual seat. Nick sighed then took his bag off ready to sit next to me, but I snapped before he had the chance. "Traitors and mated idiots sit on that side of the room." I didn't look him in the eye as I pointed to a seat right at the front of the classroom on the opposite side. His eyes widened as he turned his attention back to me. "You can't be serious Dylan." I gave him a blank look before grabbing my book out of my backpack, I placed it on the desk then began to write the date on the top line. "I've sat in this seat for as long as I can remember." I ignored him, his voice sounded sad and shocked. "Dylan? Wait! What is that?!" Before I could react Nick had grabbed hold of my branded arm and turned it to see the letters. "Oh my God! What happened?" I snatched my arm away from him and shrugged as I continued to write in my book before grabbing my water bottle out of my bag. "The principal happened, it was my punishment for speaking out against Adrian and Arya. I wear it with pride." He just held a complete look of disbelief. "You spoke out against them?" I shrugged, what did he think I'd do. "It's no secret that I despise this stvpid new world and the mutts that control it. You were my friend, I wasn't going to let them just take you without saying something, although that is exactly what you seem to have done. Enjoy the view from your new seat!" "Don't be like that, Dylan, I'm your best friend, I'm sorry about your arm, but..." my eyes rolled inside my head at my friends words. "Anything with the word 'but' in, isn't an apology, it's a rationalization." I took a drink of water from my bottle and kept my eyes facing forward, ignoring his every attempt to try and talk to me. "Dylan?.. Dylan?... Do you know what? Erin is right, if you push us all away you won't have any friends left." He huffed before walking over to the empty seat and sitting down, I could feel him glancing up at me every now and again but I didn't respond. "Good morning class, please settle down." He looked at me then at Nick and frowned, we've never sat apart, we were friends before the new world even began. I just shook my head telling him to forget it. "So... as you know the king will be arriving in a short while, but until then lessons will go on as normal." Its funny seeing teachers in the same uniform your wearing, mr Foley and his wife are the coolest. Human teachers and doctors only have slightly more respect than we do. Because of Mr Foley's status him and his wife have better access to food and drink, Mrs Foley is cool, sometimes she even makes sure mr Foley brings some in for me. Ya know, coz I'm their favorite student. It's not in a weird way, it's just they were friends of the family before the new wold took effect. Mr Foley and my dad were buddies from high school, so it goes without sayin really. "All the mated humans will be at the front of each years line again, after that you will all be placed in status, Nick, as your mated to Alpha Arya, you'll be at the front of your line. Dylan as you have been branded..." his voice trailed off as he looked at me. "Yeah yeah, I'll be at the back of the line behind everyone. I get it." I huffed, moving my sight towards the window once more. "I am sorry." I turned to face Mr Foley again, he looked genuinely upset and that look of pity wasn't something I wanted to see. I gave him a clipped nod then turned away again. "Anyway, on to the subject matter, 'Of Mice and Men, page 64, Nick why don't you start us off with the reading.""Of course sir." Nick began reading the book but I switched off, today is going to be a long day. After almost an hour and a half of reading comprehension, the bell chimed signaling lunch. I shot up and out of the classroom before anyone could say anything. Today, I was avoiding drama like the plague.
I wandered the corridors straight to the lunch hall. All the people I would normally hang out with we're all mated so I grabbed my lunch quickly, and sat down at the end of the human table. Let me lay the lunch hall out for you. On one side of the room you have two long rows of tables, with simple benches that make it look like prison, on the other side of the room you have multiple round tables with fancy chairs. Yup you get it. The humans sit at the prison tables and the wolves and traitors sit on the fancy tables, they get fancy food, fancy drink and most importantly they get pudding. what I would give to have some pudding. "Dylan can we just talk?" Nick quickly took the spot next to me as he set his lunch tray down. I looked at his food which had been placed on a ceramic, circular white plate. God that looked good. I sighed knowing he was going to talk anyway. "Fine, you have two minutes." I used my fork to take a bit of pasta off his plate and shoved it into my mouth. God that was good. "After I left school, I was taken to the pack house with Arya, and I really got to know her. It took a few days for me to finally accept being with her, but ever since life has been ok, and the sax... well that's a whole other story." Eww, I didn't need that mental image in my head. "I'm glad your happy." I stated before deciding I had no appetite. His face held shock before he sighed in relief. "That means a lot Dylan, I mean you know that your opinion matters to me." I cut him off before he could say anything else. "I said I was glad your happy. I didn't say I approved of what you've done. You've basically turned into one of THEM, I can't ever forgive you for that." He looked hurt, but I couldn't care less about his feelings. He placed his hand gently on my arm and went to open his mouth when a growl sounded out. All heads whipped to where it came from, Arya was stood holding a glass of soda and a plate, she was looking right at me and Nick and I would totally be dead if looks could kil. Nick quickly retracted his hand, his whole face fell and you could see sorrow flood his irises. "You sit with me now, get away from that, that... scum!" Wow, Nick was such a lucky guy. NOT. "You heard her. Get away from me, go sit with your new friends. I'm happy for you, and I understand where your coming from, but don't come up to me again and pretend you didn't betray your own kind. Don't pretend you didn't betray me." I shoved a little bit of food into my mouth before standing up and walking out of the cafeteria, leaving my tray on the table. I was walking through the hallway to the classroom, you see I decided to spend lunch with Mr Foley in his room, when I happened to hear voices in the corridor. "Is it wise for her to actually be present when the king arrives? Surely she could be placed in the dungeons, it might actually teach her some respect?" My principal was speaking to the alpha of our district, huh, if I stayed and listened do you think they'd notice, maybe they could smell me?! "Everyone is to be present, if the Riley girl does one thing out of line she will be dealt with severely, child or not. That girl has been a blight to the district since day one, she's dangerous, if she puts one hair out of place I will personally break her into submission." Oh shet, they were talking about me specifically, and they mentioned the dungeon, that's not been used in months. Normally I would have listened in more but something about the entire situation didn't sit right with me, all of a sudden, I was on edge, and simply wasn't interested in the slightest in hearing how my misery was to be enhanced. I backed up slightly before turning around and bumping head first into one of the hottest man I had ever seen. I lost my balance immediately and fell straight on to the floor letting out a small grumble in the process. His eyebrows knitted together quickly and his breath hitched in his throat as he looked upon my fallen state and gasped. "Mate!" He whispered, his eyes fixated on mine. Now, I had seen and heard that many times to know what that means, I gasped before taking a step back. 'No, no, no, no, no. This can not be happening.' He growled slightly before stepping towards me. Oh Shet!2024.06.01 11:10 GunzBlazein180 Crime and Addiction: The story of a rich white crackhead named Amy
You ever met a rich crackhead chick who’s parents bought her and her heroin addicted boyfriend a whole house, a new car, monthly allowance and seen it all come crashing down? This sounds like a fantasy, but it’s actually reality in the streets of Montgomery County, MD. This is the life of a rich crackhead named Amy.
Before I tell you about Amy, we gotta get the background first and go all the way back to 2021(if you want to skip and get right to Amy, just go to paragraph 11/12, but you’ll miss out on a lot). It’s the year 2021, I had just came back a couple months ago from pulling off EDD fraud. One day I was driving drop top mustangs in Malibu, the next I’m seeing my accounts get frozen and my money slowly begin to dwindle down. Before I knew it I was back in DC, broke and back to square one. Now from the time I was in Cali to the time I returned a lot of shit happened. I fell off with a lot of people, so I found myself hanging around an unusual crowd of people, the Bethesda kids.
You see before I dropped out of Towson University, I had met this nigga named LP, he was from Bowie and he went to school out Bethesda, but me and him got along because we had two things in common: we both liked DMV music, and we both liked to party our asses tf off. But that’s a story for another day.
You see LP put me on to a lot of people from Bathesda, I had never really hung around white folks before, and with the connections he gave me i made friends with a couple of crackas and even met my now deceased ex girlfriend. I was going to the craziest white functions and constantly turning up. But I saw more than a chance to have fun, saw this as a money making opportunity🤑 cha ching! And it was through LP that I met some friends who introduced me to a nigga named Swervy.
You see them white folks love to drink beer and smoke weed at parks, so one day I’m meeting up wit one of my good men, Ju. Ju is the typical school shooter typa fella, so it’s no surprise what I saw when I linked up with him at the spot. With him was this long haired European foreign exchange motherfucker whose name I forgot, and this bearded Eastern European nigga named Swervy, and he was wildin the fuck out. Mind you I’m from the projects, and all these bathesda niggas I’m meeting are rich ass motherfuckers who live in multi million dollar mansions. Keep in mind these cats may be rich, but everybody out bathesda is rich so these are basically the rejects. Pretty much the closest thing to a street nigga you can find out there.
As I’m getting introduced to some of these cats, Swervy pulls out a syringe. So I ask “Man wtf is this man doing,” “He’s shooting up fent” casually says Ju. That was the first time I ever witnessed someone shooting up a drug, and it wouldn’t be the last. Swervy would eventually become Amy’s boyfriend. And he was quite the yapper, he’s one of those motherfuckers who peaked in high school, and now he’s just watching his life come spiraling down, at least that is until he meets Amy…
In this meet up I learn a lot about Swervy. He was basically a kingpin at the age of 16-17. He would get shipments of 10’s of thousands of Xanax bars and sell them like hotdogs at a baseball game. These weren’t your regular junkies, these are the children of senators, buisness owners and lawyers. So you didn’t have to worry about a junkie saying he’ll pay you back, money was nothing to these crazy ass white folks. In the midst of all this yapping, I hear something that caught my attention.
“Yea so basically my cousins got like seven pounds of weed and 500gs of thc wax that they’ll give me if I can pick it up, it’s all the way in Arizona” Says Swervy.
🤑🤑🤑Cha mothafucking ching! This was the money I was talking about. Now driving cross country with pounds of weed and concentrate was risky, but shit I’d give my left nutsack for that kind of opportunity. And I might as well have, because a week later I was on my way to Tucson, with this Russian speaking drug addict I had just met the other day. Mind you I’m driving around in a red Lancer, with paper Vermont tags that I had printed online. I might as well Have went up to the police station and asked any of them if they wanted to buy drugs. My young naive dumbass didn’t realize the risk, all I was thinking about was 🤑🤑🤑 cha Ching!
I can sit here all day and tell you about that drive to Arizona, but imma keep it short and simple so we can get to this Amy chick. It was a fucking disaster, but we end up somehow making it back. We got the pounds and the concentrate, but it was all fucking shake! I’d be lucky to sell that shit for $100 a zip. Anyways, the trip opened my eyes to something, this nigga Swervy was a crashout crackhead dummy, and if I continue hanging out with him I was gonna end up dead or in jail. So I begin distancing myself, as I watched this man throw his life away from a far.
Now months go by, and at this point I’m like the street life ain’t for me and I’m working a job, I got a girlfriend and I’m staying low and just cooling it, with these pounds of weed that was so garbage, I was giving it away like charity donations. I had that goodwill pack! Just as things settle down that’s when Swervy comes back in contact with me. You see last time I had linked him, this man was overdosing off fent and we had to drive him to the hospital and save his life. But to my surprise, he was a changed man, or at least that’s what I thought...
He now has this girlfriend and he lives with her in germantown. You see me I’m baffled and curious, what crazy bitch would date this crazy motherfucker who’d probably sell his soul for one shot of heroin? I just had to find out. And when I met Amy I just didn’t know what to say. She was in her 30s and Swervy and me were in our early twenties. Amy was this slim, blonde hair, blue eyed Czechoslovakian chick who stood at about 5’7”. She wasn’t attractive by no means, you can tell the drugs did it’s toll on her, but if you’re drunk enough she can probably look fuckable. She had her degree in psychology from UMBC, but don’t be fooled her brain seemed like it was long fried. A conversation with her felt like a trip to the mental asylum. You will have better luck deciphering ancient Egyptian hyrogriphics before you can make sense of a word she says. Regardless I genuinely tried to get to know her. My guess was at some point in life she must’ve took a full sheet of acid and never recovered since. But she had her own two bedroom condo with a view of Sugarloaf mountain, a Pomeranian dog(which Swervy fucking hated), and a new jeep. So regardless I was impressed this crackhead motherfucker managed to bag her. So I asked him “Where did you find this shawty?” “At a hookah lounge in Rockville” he told me. That’s right folks, a fucking hookah lounge. Boi when I tell you after that, I was hitting up hookah spots like I had season tickets!
So I’m hanging out with them a lot now basically third wheeling, but Germantown was a long ass motherfucking drive, and I lived at the borderline to DC so I would even spend some nights in their guest bedroom. This Amy chick had parents that paid for her gas money and food, they had a fireplace and a balcony. And I can enjoy the comfort of all this as long as I occasionally bring some weed to smoke. And me I’m not one of those leeching ass bums, so the only time I’m hanging out with them is when I’m invited. And I got invited a lot, probably because Amy’s a bit cuukoo and Swervy had either robbed or scared off all his friends from Bathesda. He wanted someone to give him a break from her, a bro he can drink a beer with. So I would often times accompany them. One time we were at Buffalo Wild Wings, and as I sit across from both of them Amy begins playing footsies with me under the table. Of course I play it cool. I had no interest in her, mainly because Swervy hits raw and takes hepatitis medication, also having witnessed this man hold a bunch of homeless niggas at gunpoint in broad day light after I lost my phone at this gas station in Arizona. I can only imagine how he would react if he found out I smashed his girl.
A lot of the times I hung out with them, me and Swervy would talk about Amy. You see he’s not the type to hold back certain information, and as he’s telling me about his life and relationship that’s when it hit me. A nigga like me grew up all my life, with the world constantly kicking my ass and in a whole different realm of this life shit, you got these two rich kids who fucked up their life so much with so little consequences it became a culture shock to me. Me I caught a case and felt like my life was over, these two white people are disfunctional jobless drug addicts and they’re living the life I could only dream of having with years of hard work. I began to question the world, how many are there like this? Was my life a joke? I didn’t know where I was going hanging out with them, but if I couldn’t live the good life, I could at least witness it from the front row. I learned one thing about their relationship, Amy was basically getting old and low on options, and her parents supported her. Why? Because she’s not running around getting dicked down by a bunch of drug dealing black men anymore. Here they see this young white man, who’s also Eastern European who makes their highly mentally damaged daughter feel secure. And Swervy could win an Oscar, I mean what a fucking performance! One second he goes from Angus Cloud on Euphoria, the next a good suburban white kid the second he meets her parents. In fact he had convinced them that he was such a good man, even went to family gatherings and all, that they decided, let’s just buy them a full blown house.
That’s right, a FULL FUCKING HOUSE. I’m talking about a three story townhouse in Germantown, with a fully furnished basement, a patio, a balcony, a grill, 4 bedrooms, a 70 inch television, a paid off brand new fully insured jeep, they’re talking about trips to Italy. And that’s only the tip of the iceberg. Fool, are we living in a simulation? I couldn’t fucking believe my eyes, Swervy had pulled off the ultimate finesse. He convinced this rich family that he was the one for their daughter. And the most hilarious thing about it is that he was no better than a crackhead heroin junkie you can find panhandling for money on the street. I couldn’t even be envious, no instead I had felt something inside of me, this sort of toxic motivation. I learned that you didn’t have to work hard in this life, you didn’t have to earn your living, no instead one day God can just drop this lonely damaged woman who’s family is fucking loaded right on your fucking lap. He was even talking about marrying her and having her kids. In fact he tried, but see he had a problem. His sailors couldn’t fucking swim. Maybe it was all the crack, cocaine and heroine. He was having trouble producing fertile sperm, and Amy was running out of time! And that was the peak of their relationship. He was this close to closing the deal, but when it was game time he fell short. All it is now is one of those memories in your head that’ll have you like “damn, what if…” almost like when you reminisce on a football game thinking about how things could’ve been different if that one play went right.
Look I’ll be honest, I sugarcoated a lot of things. They may have lived in a world of handouts, but that relationship was more toxic than a nuclear wasteland. There’s a lot of fucked up details that I’m choosing to leave out, the psychical and mental abuse from both sides, the drug use. He was a psychopath and she was controlling and halfway demented. There’s a saying “opposites attract” and these two motherfuckers were far from it. They were two trains headed on a full on collision, so it was only a matter of time before disaster struck, and boy did it strike. Within a year I had witnessed a once fun relationship, become episodes of Shameless. At one point we fell off, I don’t remember exactly why, probably because I was tired of constantly being involved in their nasty games, and once again I distanced myself from Swervy.
The last I heard of Amy, she had kicked Swervy out the house and he caught her giving the sloppy toppy at a local park to 3 guys. Some hoodlum niggas, and a skater dude with a face tatt. The last time I seen Swervy he was arms dealing and one day pulled out an AR-15 on me and threatened to shoot me. I heard he’s now locked up currently awaiting trial because he broke into her home. I have a feeling one day I’ll see him on the news with a crazy headline.
Anyways if you’re a real mothafucka, you made it all the way here. If you read the whole thing I hope you enjoyed the story, if you have any questions ask away. If you didn’t feel like reading all that shit then fuck you bitch!
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Before I tell you about Amy, we gotta get the background first and go all the way back to 2021(if you want to skip and get right to Amy, just go to paragraph 11/12, but you’ll miss out on a lot). It’s the year 2021, I had just came back a couple months ago from pulling off EDD fraud. One day I was driving drop top mustangs in Malibu, the next I’m seeing my accounts get frozen and my money slowly begin to dwindle down. Before I knew it I was back in DC, broke and back to square one. Now from the time I was in Cali to the time I returned a lot of shit happened. I fell off with a lot of people, so I found myself hanging around an unusual crowd of people, the Bethesda kids.
You see before I dropped out of Towson University, I had met this nigga named LP, he was from Bowie and he went to school out Bethesda, but me and him got along because we had two things in common: we both liked DMV music, and we both liked to party our asses tf off. But that’s a story for another day.
You see LP put me on to a lot of people from Bathesda, I had never really hung around white folks before, and with the connections he gave me i made friends with a couple of crackas and even met my now deceased ex girlfriend. I was going to the craziest white functions and constantly turning up. But I saw more than a chance to have fun, saw this as a money making opportunity🤑 cha ching! And it was through LP that I met some friends who introduced me to a nigga named Swervy.
You see them white folks love to drink beer and smoke weed at parks, so one day I’m meeting up wit one of my good men, Ju. Ju is the typical school shooter typa fella, so it’s no surprise what I saw when I linked up with him at the spot. With him was this long haired European foreign exchange motherfucker whose name I forgot, and this bearded Eastern European nigga named Swervy, and he was wildin the fuck out. Mind you I’m from the projects, and all these bathesda niggas I’m meeting are rich ass motherfuckers who live in multi million dollar mansions. Keep in mind these cats may be rich, but everybody out bathesda is rich so these are basically the rejects. Pretty much the closest thing to a street nigga you can find out there.
As I’m getting introduced to some of these cats, Swervy pulls out a syringe. So I ask “Man wtf is this man doing,” “He’s shooting up fent” casually says Ju. That was the first time I ever witnessed someone shooting up a drug, and it wouldn’t be the last. Swervy would eventually become Amy’s boyfriend. And he was quite the yapper, he’s one of those motherfuckers who peaked in high school, and now he’s just watching his life come spiraling down, at least that is until he meets Amy…
In this meet up I learn a lot about Swervy. He was basically a kingpin at the age of 16-17. He would get shipments of 10’s of thousands of Xanax bars and sell them like hotdogs at a baseball game. These weren’t your regular junkies, these are the children of senators, buisness owners and lawyers. So you didn’t have to worry about a junkie saying he’ll pay you back, money was nothing to these crazy ass white folks. In the midst of all this yapping, I hear something that caught my attention.
“Yea so basically my cousins got like seven pounds of weed and 500gs of thc wax that they’ll give me if I can pick it up, it’s all the way in Arizona” Says Swervy.
🤑🤑🤑Cha mothafucking ching! This was the money I was talking about. Now driving cross country with pounds of weed and concentrate was risky, but shit I’d give my left nutsack for that kind of opportunity. And I might as well have, because a week later I was on my way to Tucson, with this Russian speaking drug addict I had just met the other day. Mind you I’m driving around in a red Lancer, with paper Vermont tags that I had printed online. I might as well Have went up to the police station and asked any of them if they wanted to buy drugs. My young naive dumbass didn’t realize the risk, all I was thinking about was 🤑🤑🤑 cha Ching!
I can sit here all day and tell you about that drive to Arizona, but imma keep it short and simple so we can get to this Amy chick. It was a fucking disaster, but we end up somehow making it back. We got the pounds and the concentrate, but it was all fucking shake! I’d be lucky to sell that shit for $100 a zip. Anyways, the trip opened my eyes to something, this nigga Swervy was a crashout crackhead dummy, and if I continue hanging out with him I was gonna end up dead or in jail. So I begin distancing myself, as I watched this man throw his life away from a far.
Now months go by, and at this point I’m like the street life ain’t for me and I’m working a job, I got a girlfriend and I’m staying low and just cooling it, with these pounds of weed that was so garbage, I was giving it away like charity donations. I had that goodwill pack! Just as things settle down that’s when Swervy comes back in contact with me. You see last time I had linked him, this man was overdosing off fent and we had to drive him to the hospital and save his life. But to my surprise, he was a changed man, or at least that’s what I thought...
He now has this girlfriend and he lives with her in germantown. You see me I’m baffled and curious, what crazy bitch would date this crazy motherfucker who’d probably sell his soul for one shot of heroin? I just had to find out. And when I met Amy I just didn’t know what to say. She was in her 30s and Swervy and me were in our early twenties. Amy was this slim, blonde hair, blue eyed Czechoslovakian chick who stood at about 5’7”. She wasn’t attractive by no means, you can tell the drugs did it’s toll on her, but if you’re drunk enough she can probably look fuckable. She had her degree in psychology from UMBC, but don’t be fooled her brain seemed like it was long fried. A conversation with her felt like a trip to the mental asylum. You will have better luck deciphering ancient Egyptian hyrogriphics before you can make sense of a word she says. Regardless I genuinely tried to get to know her. My guess was at some point in life she must’ve took a full sheet of acid and never recovered since. But she had her own two bedroom condo with a view of Sugarloaf mountain, a Pomeranian dog(which Swervy fucking hated), and a new jeep. So regardless I was impressed this crackhead motherfucker managed to bag her. So I asked him “Where did you find this shawty?” “At a hookah lounge in Rockville” he told me. That’s right folks, a fucking hookah lounge. Boi when I tell you after that, I was hitting up hookah spots like I had season tickets!
So I’m hanging out with them a lot now basically third wheeling, but Germantown was a long ass motherfucking drive, and I lived at the borderline to DC so I would even spend some nights in their guest bedroom. This Amy chick had parents that paid for her gas money and food, they had a fireplace and a balcony. And I can enjoy the comfort of all this as long as I occasionally bring some weed to smoke. And me I’m not one of those leeching ass bums, so the only time I’m hanging out with them is when I’m invited. And I got invited a lot, probably because Amy’s a bit cuukoo and Swervy had either robbed or scared off all his friends from Bathesda. He wanted someone to give him a break from her, a bro he can drink a beer with. So I would often times accompany them. One time we were at Buffalo Wild Wings, and as I sit across from both of them Amy begins playing footsies with me under the table. Of course I play it cool. I had no interest in her, mainly because Swervy hits raw and takes hepatitis medication, also having witnessed this man hold a bunch of homeless niggas at gunpoint in broad day light after I lost my phone at this gas station in Arizona. I can only imagine how he would react if he found out I smashed his girl.
A lot of the times I hung out with them, me and Swervy would talk about Amy. You see he’s not the type to hold back certain information, and as he’s telling me about his life and relationship that’s when it hit me. A nigga like me grew up all my life, with the world constantly kicking my ass and in a whole different realm of this life shit, you got these two rich kids who fucked up their life so much with so little consequences it became a culture shock to me. Me I caught a case and felt like my life was over, these two white people are disfunctional jobless drug addicts and they’re living the life I could only dream of having with years of hard work. I began to question the world, how many are there like this? Was my life a joke? I didn’t know where I was going hanging out with them, but if I couldn’t live the good life, I could at least witness it from the front row. I learned one thing about their relationship, Amy was basically getting old and low on options, and her parents supported her. Why? Because she’s not running around getting dicked down by a bunch of drug dealing black men anymore. Here they see this young white man, who’s also Eastern European who makes their highly mentally damaged daughter feel secure. And Swervy could win an Oscar, I mean what a fucking performance! One second he goes from Angus Cloud on Euphoria, the next a good suburban white kid the second he meets her parents. In fact he had convinced them that he was such a good man, even went to family gatherings and all, that they decided, let’s just buy them a full blown house.
That’s right, a FULL FUCKING HOUSE. I’m talking about a three story townhouse in Germantown, with a fully furnished basement, a patio, a balcony, a grill, 4 bedrooms, a 70 inch television, a paid off brand new fully insured jeep, they’re talking about trips to Italy. And that’s only the tip of the iceberg. Fool, are we living in a simulation? I couldn’t fucking believe my eyes, Swervy had pulled off the ultimate finesse. He convinced this rich family that he was the one for their daughter. And the most hilarious thing about it is that he was no better than a crackhead heroin junkie you can find panhandling for money on the street. I couldn’t even be envious, no instead I had felt something inside of me, this sort of toxic motivation. I learned that you didn’t have to work hard in this life, you didn’t have to earn your living, no instead one day God can just drop this lonely damaged woman who’s family is fucking loaded right on your fucking lap. He was even talking about marrying her and having her kids. In fact he tried, but see he had a problem. His sailors couldn’t fucking swim. Maybe it was all the crack, cocaine and heroine. He was having trouble producing fertile sperm, and Amy was running out of time! And that was the peak of their relationship. He was this close to closing the deal, but when it was game time he fell short. All it is now is one of those memories in your head that’ll have you like “damn, what if…” almost like when you reminisce on a football game thinking about how things could’ve been different if that one play went right.
Look I’ll be honest, I sugarcoated a lot of things. They may have lived in a world of handouts, but that relationship was more toxic than a nuclear wasteland. There’s a lot of fucked up details that I’m choosing to leave out, the psychical and mental abuse from both sides, the drug use. He was a psychopath and she was controlling and halfway demented. There’s a saying “opposites attract” and these two motherfuckers were far from it. They were two trains headed on a full on collision, so it was only a matter of time before disaster struck, and boy did it strike. Within a year I had witnessed a once fun relationship, become episodes of Shameless. At one point we fell off, I don’t remember exactly why, probably because I was tired of constantly being involved in their nasty games, and once again I distanced myself from Swervy.
The last I heard of Amy, she had kicked Swervy out the house and he caught her giving the sloppy toppy at a local park to 3 guys. Some hoodlum niggas, and a skater dude with a face tatt. The last time I seen Swervy he was arms dealing and one day pulled out an AR-15 on me and threatened to shoot me. I heard he’s now locked up currently awaiting trial because he broke into her home. I have a feeling one day I’ll see him on the news with a crazy headline.
Anyways if you’re a real mothafucka, you made it all the way here. If you read the whole thing I hope you enjoyed the story, if you have any questions ask away. If you didn’t feel like reading all that shit then fuck you bitch!
2024.06.01 10:23 Firemage_Folk The Folk Metal Grove (Official)
 | Greetings everyone!! The official Spotify Playlist of the Folk Metal Grove has been updated! We're now collaborating with TrollZorn and we've increased the number of slots. Also, if you're in a band or simply would like to pitch a song for the next update, all you have to do is send an email to thefolkmetalgrove@gmail.com. it's free and all we really require to be on it is for people to share the playlist to their social media and tag @tiago_themetalbard for Facebook and @tiago_the_metal_bard for Instagram. I hope you all enjoy this and have a great Summer! submitted by Firemage_Folk to MetalPlaylists [link] [comments] |
2024.06.01 10:11 Firemage_Folk New UPDATE! The Folk Metal Grove (Official)
| | Greetings everyone! I've just updated the official Spotify Playlist of the Folk Metal Grove. It grew from 50 to 60 slots as we are cooperating with the label TrollZorn and we feature some of the new releases of banda that are in their roster. If you are in a band or if you simply would like to pitch a song for the playlist, all you have to do is pitch it to thefolkmetalgrove@gmail.com. It's completely free and the only requirement is sharing the playlist on your socials and tagging @tiago_themetalbard on Facebook and @tiago_the_metal_bard on Instagram so it can be verified. If you are part of the Folk Metal Grove Facebook group, we'll be doing some CD giveaways soon, courtesy of TrollZorn. Have a great weekend! submitted by Firemage_Folk to folkmetal [link] [comments] |
2024.06.01 09:36 Thiri100 Game crashing around time for scramble for Africa
The game ran pretty smooth before but started having crashes post 1885ish. In the most recent saves in Feb-April, 1895, the game is set to crash after April 4 on my main save. When I checked the game log, it is just "'AI: Daily Cleanup Check' in " for April 3 and April 4.
Things I have done that might have affected the stability of the game is changeowner command, to be specific, I tried to artificially divide the African colonies because the original border looks ugly. Plus I realized that if I annex (changeowner) all my pre-scramble puppet I could release all of them as one combine tag D01, which saves me a lot of trouble micro their troops. When I loaded earlier save and annex/release them at different date then the crash dates will also vary by a few days (100% destined to crash on April 17, 1895 for example) so I am fairly certain this is related to the crash.
I am fairly deep into this save and I am having a lot of fun. Hopefully someone could help me diagnose the problem. I only have the latest GFM and the 1830 start enabled btw.
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Things I have done that might have affected the stability of the game is changeowner command, to be specific, I tried to artificially divide the African colonies because the original border looks ugly. Plus I realized that if I annex (changeowner) all my pre-scramble puppet I could release all of them as one combine tag D01, which saves me a lot of trouble micro their troops. When I loaded earlier save and annex/release them at different date then the crash dates will also vary by a few days (100% destined to crash on April 17, 1895 for example) so I am fairly certain this is related to the crash.
I am fairly deep into this save and I am having a lot of fun. Hopefully someone could help me diagnose the problem. I only have the latest GFM and the 1830 start enabled btw.
2024.06.01 08:48 CareerRealistic3104 Have i been hacked? random TXT msgs from guys on 'tagged' app!? 3 today
has anyone seen this before? have a funny feeling i've been hacked or someone is playing funny buggers, brand new mobile phone number 1 week old, and have received 3 messages from different people today saying they found me on a app 'tagged' with my mobile number to message, i called them all 2 guys answered ....first a genuine sounding kiwi guy (i'm in new zealand), didn't say a hell of alot but pointed me to his facebook profile with a name and a string of numbers (1 fb friend also) strange.....next guy sounded maybe from india or bangladesh and got defensive when i asked what his name was kept hanging up
now to add my previous email and facebook account i cannot login to as i lost my old cell phone and have 2fa turned on for the accounts.
ever since yesterday my cell phone has a mind of it's own, pushes multiple buttons i don't want to hit etc almost like its being remote controlled
my email address linked to my 'old' social media account (just facebook) was involved in some databreaches... i checked on haveibeenpwnd same with an old password
is this following me around like a bad smell? my paranoia? or that chick you just don't want anything to do with because ya wont screw her playing head games?..it's been 3 numbers today. cheers! abit of a geek here any ideas on programs that can suss out my network , almost feels like a MITM or i got phished ..paranoid or all of the above.
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now to add my previous email and facebook account i cannot login to as i lost my old cell phone and have 2fa turned on for the accounts.
ever since yesterday my cell phone has a mind of it's own, pushes multiple buttons i don't want to hit etc almost like its being remote controlled
my email address linked to my 'old' social media account (just facebook) was involved in some databreaches... i checked on haveibeenpwnd same with an old password
is this following me around like a bad smell? my paranoia? or that chick you just don't want anything to do with because ya wont screw her playing head games?..it's been 3 numbers today. cheers! abit of a geek here any ideas on programs that can suss out my network , almost feels like a MITM or i got phished ..paranoid or all of the above.
2024.06.01 08:07 xxtoni SG108E and VLANS - Been trying for 3 days
I've Googled, I've watched YouTube videos, I've experimented I just can't get this to work how I would want it.
I have virtualited OPNSense on a Dell R730 with ESXi. I enabled passthrough on 2 ports of a Quad NIC and assigned them to the OPNSense VM. One is LAN the other is WAN.
I setup my VLANS on OPNSense, enable the interface, set the IPs, enable DHCP on some...
For me the problems start with the switch it seems
I connect port 1 of the SG108E to the LAN port of OPNSense.
This is the part where it gets confusing for me. I don't want to use VLAN1 for anything, I want to "move" my LAN to VLAN10 so I set Port 1 untagged 10, PVID 10 and tag it with all other VLANs to trunk it to OPNSense and this is when things stop working. Once I remove VLAN1 I lose access to OPNSense.
One problem I thought about is that maybe Port 1 shouldn't be untagged since OPNSense understands tags I guess I also have trouble grasping how to get LAN away from VLAN1.
If anyone can help it would be deeply appreciated.
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I have virtualited OPNSense on a Dell R730 with ESXi. I enabled passthrough on 2 ports of a Quad NIC and assigned them to the OPNSense VM. One is LAN the other is WAN.
I setup my VLANS on OPNSense, enable the interface, set the IPs, enable DHCP on some...
For me the problems start with the switch it seems
I connect port 1 of the SG108E to the LAN port of OPNSense.
This is the part where it gets confusing for me. I don't want to use VLAN1 for anything, I want to "move" my LAN to VLAN10 so I set Port 1 untagged 10, PVID 10 and tag it with all other VLANs to trunk it to OPNSense and this is when things stop working. Once I remove VLAN1 I lose access to OPNSense.
One problem I thought about is that maybe Port 1 shouldn't be untagged since OPNSense understands tags I guess I also have trouble grasping how to get LAN away from VLAN1.
If anyone can help it would be deeply appreciated.
2024.06.01 08:00 DC_Legend1 Truecaller Gold MOD APK (Gold Unlocked) v14.7.6
| Name | Truecaller: Caller ID & Block |
|---|---|
| Publisher | Truecaller |
| Genre | Communication |
| Size | 78.41 MB |
| Version | 14.7.6 |
| MOD | Premium Unlocked |
👆👆👆👆Download Link👆👆👆👆
https://t.me/official_modyolo
https://instagram.com/modifiedmod.in
https://discord.gg/GQUCUPEeed
- Premium / Paid features unlocked [included server-side features not unlocked];
- Disabled / Removed unwanted Permissions + Receivers + Providers + Services;
- Optimized and zipaligned graphics and cleaned resources for fast load;
- Ads Permissions / Services / Providers removed from Android.manifest;
- Ads links removed and invokes methods nullified;
- Ads layouts visibility disabled;
- Google Drive Cloud works;
- Google Play Store install package check disabled;
- Debug code removed;
- Remove default .source tags name of the corresponding java files;
- Analytics / Crashlytics / Firebase disabled;
- Facebook ads bundled SDK removed completely;
- No active trackers or advertisements;
- Languages: Full Multi Languages;
- CPUs: armeabi-v7a, arm64-v8a;
- Screen DPIs: 120dpi, 160dpi, 240dpi, 320dpi, 480dpi, 640dpi;
- Original package signature changed;
- Release by Balatan.
In the current era where spam calls and messages are becoming more prevalent, Truecaller has proven to be a valuable tool for mobile users. Truecaller is a comprehensive Android application that offers a robust Caller ID, Dialer, and Spam Detector. By using this application, you can shield yourself from unwanted calls and scammers while also identifying unfamiliar phone numbers. This article will delve into the various features of Truecaller that have contributed to its status as one of the most sought-after Android applications globally.
2024.06.01 07:58 Sinister-John The Bamboo Vigilante: A True & Scary Dumpster Dive Story.
This ‘allegedly’ True story was written & emailed to me by an anonymous source. It is also available on my YouTube and TikTok channels to watch in video format. You may not use this story. Please do not ask me. Thank you. Enjoy. 💀
We got the idea from a TikTok video and watched this guy rummaging through a dumpster from a store in his town and saw all the brand new stuff that stores actually throw away.
We couldn’t believe it! We decided to try it out for ourselves and see if it bore any fruit.
As this was our first time doing this we wanted to take precautionary measures so, we decided to do it at night away from prying eyes.
We drove to a shopping center located in the city that we live in, but we parked our vehicle on a side street near it and then walked to where the dumpsters were located.
Both of us were nervous so, in case there were security cameras on the building we both wore disposable face masks to conceal our identities.
There’s a Dicks Sporting Goods inside of this shopping plaza so that’s where we decided to go first. The dumpster was located behind a fence that was locked up but my friend brought a pair of bolt cutters to cut the thick lock and double wrapped chain link in case we ran into something like this.
In the state that we live in, dumpster diving isn’t illegal, but of course, breaking and entering is. Regardless, if there’s a lock and chain that means something must be in those dumpsters.
And low and behold we hit pay dirt. Cha-Ching!
This dumpster was filled with 17 golf clubs, 20 boxes of sneakers, sweatpants, hoodies, 5 brand new metal detectors and a bow fishing bow kit.
And all of this stuff was brand spanking new!
We wanted to take everything and as fast as we could but we didn’t want to bring our vehicle over, again, in case there were cameras. But we were lucky and this had to be our night. Because there was a shopping cart no more than a few feet away from us but it was missing a front wheel.
No worries. We got this…
We managed to fit almost everything in that shopping cart except for a few boxes of sneakers and some of the clothing. With everything that we were able to get from that dumpster, leaving a few things behind wasn’t really a big deal.
My friend held the shopping cart from the handles and I held it upright by the front corner and wheeled it to our vehicle.
We got to our vehicle and started unloading the shopping cart and putting everything in the trunk and the backseat as fast as we could.
Everything was going smoothly…
We picked up the shopping cart and left it at the corner of the street. But as soon as we arrived back to our vehicle and finished tightening things up, the most unexpected thing happened to both of us…
We were approached by an old woman with a machete in her hand.
Yes, you read that correctly.
An elderly woman wearing Christmas Red pajamas with matching fluffy red slippers, wielding a bamboo machete. And this elderly woman appeared to be at least 70 years old.
We never saw where she came from. We never saw her coming! This is not something that you would expect after performing a breaking and entering. Maybe the cops? But an old lady and a bamboo machete?
This was an encounter I’d never thought would ever happen in my lifetime on planet earth.
First, she asked us who we were, and why we were wearing masks while waving that machete in her hand. My friend, the ever loving jokester that he is, answered her question… But with an answer that, I also did not see coming.
He told her the reason for wearing the masks is because we were both infected with the Ebola virus.
Yeah, he said that…
And her immediate response was:
“The virus that you catch from eating uncooked food?”
My friend replied with a very concerned:
“Yes! That’s exactly what it is and it’s very contagious, too. If we cough or even breathe near you, you too, can catch this virus. We were lucky enough to get the vaccine right away but it takes about a month for the virus to disappear. So, that’s why we’re wearing these masks.”
Why my friend would say such a thing to a psycho machete wielding old lady? I haven’t the slightest…
But he did. And that’s my friend. Courageously idiotic.
The old woman asked my friend if we thought she was stupid. And demanded that we remove our masks or she’d cut our nuts off slowly with the machete.
Yes. You read that correctly as well.
I complied immediately. My friend, on the other hand, wasn’t so inclined.
I started taking off my mask but my friend urged me not to, telling me:
“No! No! Don’t do that! We don’t want to infect this innocent woman with the Ebola virus. What’s wrong with you?!”
He turned to the woman and politely asked:
“How old are you, ma’am, 65? 70? Do you understand how quickly this illness can spread? For your safety, we refuse to remove our masks.”
As he crossed his arms standing firm with his concern for this innocent old woman. But it didn’t seem like she was buying into it.
She pointed the machete in the air and defensively said:
“How dare you! Who told you my age? Was it that bitch Irene from Target? I’ve never liked her. She gave me such a hard time returning my perfume. I only used it a few times. The bottle was still full.”
And now I could see where he was going with this unusual conversation. He was thinking, at the time of this event, that this woman was unhinged and unbalanced in every way possible. And at any moment she could lunge at any one of us. She was standing about 2 feet from us. She was that close! And it appeared she knew how to use that machete by the way she was waving it around and talking to us.
My friend, sympathetic to her feelings said:
“Yes, yes I know Irene. She’s not very nice, is she?
The machete lady angrily said:
“No, she is not. She’s a bitch.”
Frowning down at the fact that Irene, the Target Lady, made it difficult for her to return her item…
I’m watching my friend now, from the corner of my eye as he’s looking around the neighborhood while thinking of other things to say to her.
The crazy lady pointed the machete at him, mad as a hatter and asked:
“What are you doing? What the fuck are you looking for?!”
My friend, in a duplicitous manner said:
“Nothing. Nothing. Nothing at all. But you may want to be careful around here though. I heard there’s shapeshifters that live around these neighborhoods. People who turn into coyotes and wolves, and they won’t think twice about eating you.”
This crazy old lady… Steps forward a few inches, pointed the tip of the machete at my nuts and gladfully welcomed it saying:
Is that so? Let them come and get me then. And I’ll serve them your girlfriend's little testicles in a salad bowl.”
There was no more joking at this point. This old bag’s eyes were twitching and she was serious. And I didn’t want my nut bag served as a side dish. That blade was very sharp. I felt the tip of it tag my nut sac!
So, I asked the crazy old lady what it was that she wanted. And that we weren't there to cause trouble. All we wanted to do was to go home. I’m not going to lie, I got scared! I have a bamboo machete pointed at my family jewels. What the hell would you do in a situation like this?
She pulled the machete away and now pointed it at my friend. And In a turn of events, looking at me she said:
“I want your little friend here to apologize for destroying my garden. Do you have any idea, young man, how long Calatheas take to blossom? Do you even have the slightest clue?”
We slowly looked at one another and now knew that this old woman was completely out to lunch. We could have easily avoided this entire situation by attempting to disarm her. But this is a Machete we’re talking about. A bamboo machete. A sharp piece of weaponry. And any one of us could have gotten cut, or even worse, killed…
My friend, obligingly put his hands together, bowed his head, and apologized for destroying her garden of Calatheas. She accepted his apology. But something was still concerning this delirious old woman.
She asked us if we knew where she lived.
Of course we didn’t have a clue, but it didn’t stop my friend from telling her that she lived 2 houses down the street.
And just like that…
She thanked us, and also apologized for threatening to kill us. She sighed, bid us a farewell, and slowly walked away wielding that bamboo machete in hand.
We drove away with our nuts intact and a truck full of goodies that profited us two fistfuls of cash.
Not a bad night for our very first dumpster dive.
DISCLAIMER: This story is intended for reading purposes only. Again, please do not ask to use it. I’ve created a video on YouTube if you’d like to watch this story in video format.
Thank you.
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The Bamboo VigilanteOne Saturday, quite a few weekends ago, my friend and I decided to go dumpster diving. We’ve never done this before and thought it would be fun.
We got the idea from a TikTok video and watched this guy rummaging through a dumpster from a store in his town and saw all the brand new stuff that stores actually throw away.
We couldn’t believe it! We decided to try it out for ourselves and see if it bore any fruit.
As this was our first time doing this we wanted to take precautionary measures so, we decided to do it at night away from prying eyes.
We drove to a shopping center located in the city that we live in, but we parked our vehicle on a side street near it and then walked to where the dumpsters were located.
Both of us were nervous so, in case there were security cameras on the building we both wore disposable face masks to conceal our identities.
There’s a Dicks Sporting Goods inside of this shopping plaza so that’s where we decided to go first. The dumpster was located behind a fence that was locked up but my friend brought a pair of bolt cutters to cut the thick lock and double wrapped chain link in case we ran into something like this.
In the state that we live in, dumpster diving isn’t illegal, but of course, breaking and entering is. Regardless, if there’s a lock and chain that means something must be in those dumpsters.
And low and behold we hit pay dirt. Cha-Ching!
This dumpster was filled with 17 golf clubs, 20 boxes of sneakers, sweatpants, hoodies, 5 brand new metal detectors and a bow fishing bow kit.
And all of this stuff was brand spanking new!
We wanted to take everything and as fast as we could but we didn’t want to bring our vehicle over, again, in case there were cameras. But we were lucky and this had to be our night. Because there was a shopping cart no more than a few feet away from us but it was missing a front wheel.
No worries. We got this…
We managed to fit almost everything in that shopping cart except for a few boxes of sneakers and some of the clothing. With everything that we were able to get from that dumpster, leaving a few things behind wasn’t really a big deal.
My friend held the shopping cart from the handles and I held it upright by the front corner and wheeled it to our vehicle.
We got to our vehicle and started unloading the shopping cart and putting everything in the trunk and the backseat as fast as we could.
Everything was going smoothly…
We picked up the shopping cart and left it at the corner of the street. But as soon as we arrived back to our vehicle and finished tightening things up, the most unexpected thing happened to both of us…
We were approached by an old woman with a machete in her hand.
Yes, you read that correctly.
An elderly woman wearing Christmas Red pajamas with matching fluffy red slippers, wielding a bamboo machete. And this elderly woman appeared to be at least 70 years old.
We never saw where she came from. We never saw her coming! This is not something that you would expect after performing a breaking and entering. Maybe the cops? But an old lady and a bamboo machete?
This was an encounter I’d never thought would ever happen in my lifetime on planet earth.
First, she asked us who we were, and why we were wearing masks while waving that machete in her hand. My friend, the ever loving jokester that he is, answered her question… But with an answer that, I also did not see coming.
He told her the reason for wearing the masks is because we were both infected with the Ebola virus.
Yeah, he said that…
And her immediate response was:
“The virus that you catch from eating uncooked food?”
My friend replied with a very concerned:
“Yes! That’s exactly what it is and it’s very contagious, too. If we cough or even breathe near you, you too, can catch this virus. We were lucky enough to get the vaccine right away but it takes about a month for the virus to disappear. So, that’s why we’re wearing these masks.”
Why my friend would say such a thing to a psycho machete wielding old lady? I haven’t the slightest…
But he did. And that’s my friend. Courageously idiotic.
The old woman asked my friend if we thought she was stupid. And demanded that we remove our masks or she’d cut our nuts off slowly with the machete.
Yes. You read that correctly as well.
I complied immediately. My friend, on the other hand, wasn’t so inclined.
I started taking off my mask but my friend urged me not to, telling me:
“No! No! Don’t do that! We don’t want to infect this innocent woman with the Ebola virus. What’s wrong with you?!”
He turned to the woman and politely asked:
“How old are you, ma’am, 65? 70? Do you understand how quickly this illness can spread? For your safety, we refuse to remove our masks.”
As he crossed his arms standing firm with his concern for this innocent old woman. But it didn’t seem like she was buying into it.
She pointed the machete in the air and defensively said:
“How dare you! Who told you my age? Was it that bitch Irene from Target? I’ve never liked her. She gave me such a hard time returning my perfume. I only used it a few times. The bottle was still full.”
And now I could see where he was going with this unusual conversation. He was thinking, at the time of this event, that this woman was unhinged and unbalanced in every way possible. And at any moment she could lunge at any one of us. She was standing about 2 feet from us. She was that close! And it appeared she knew how to use that machete by the way she was waving it around and talking to us.
My friend, sympathetic to her feelings said:
“Yes, yes I know Irene. She’s not very nice, is she?
The machete lady angrily said:
“No, she is not. She’s a bitch.”
Frowning down at the fact that Irene, the Target Lady, made it difficult for her to return her item…
I’m watching my friend now, from the corner of my eye as he’s looking around the neighborhood while thinking of other things to say to her.
The crazy lady pointed the machete at him, mad as a hatter and asked:
“What are you doing? What the fuck are you looking for?!”
My friend, in a duplicitous manner said:
“Nothing. Nothing. Nothing at all. But you may want to be careful around here though. I heard there’s shapeshifters that live around these neighborhoods. People who turn into coyotes and wolves, and they won’t think twice about eating you.”
This crazy old lady… Steps forward a few inches, pointed the tip of the machete at my nuts and gladfully welcomed it saying:
Is that so? Let them come and get me then. And I’ll serve them your girlfriend's little testicles in a salad bowl.”
There was no more joking at this point. This old bag’s eyes were twitching and she was serious. And I didn’t want my nut bag served as a side dish. That blade was very sharp. I felt the tip of it tag my nut sac!
So, I asked the crazy old lady what it was that she wanted. And that we weren't there to cause trouble. All we wanted to do was to go home. I’m not going to lie, I got scared! I have a bamboo machete pointed at my family jewels. What the hell would you do in a situation like this?
She pulled the machete away and now pointed it at my friend. And In a turn of events, looking at me she said:
“I want your little friend here to apologize for destroying my garden. Do you have any idea, young man, how long Calatheas take to blossom? Do you even have the slightest clue?”
We slowly looked at one another and now knew that this old woman was completely out to lunch. We could have easily avoided this entire situation by attempting to disarm her. But this is a Machete we’re talking about. A bamboo machete. A sharp piece of weaponry. And any one of us could have gotten cut, or even worse, killed…
My friend, obligingly put his hands together, bowed his head, and apologized for destroying her garden of Calatheas. She accepted his apology. But something was still concerning this delirious old woman.
She asked us if we knew where she lived.
Of course we didn’t have a clue, but it didn’t stop my friend from telling her that she lived 2 houses down the street.
And just like that…
She thanked us, and also apologized for threatening to kill us. She sighed, bid us a farewell, and slowly walked away wielding that bamboo machete in hand.
We drove away with our nuts intact and a truck full of goodies that profited us two fistfuls of cash.
Not a bad night for our very first dumpster dive.
DISCLAIMER: This story is intended for reading purposes only. Again, please do not ask to use it. I’ve created a video on YouTube if you’d like to watch this story in video format.
Thank you.
2024.06.01 07:54 TheGreat_gabby Why are some riders anal about taking your bike to a mechanic?
I've been trying to generate some support on my gofund me to help me pay a motorcycle bill soon to get my 1994 yamaha virago xv535 out of the shop, usually I'd be able to pay it on my own but it was an unexpected issue while i was getting a new apartment and moving. So I posted the link in some Facebook groups and then when I got bombarded with cruiser elitist from Europe Criticizing me about why I took my bike to the mechanic.
It's like some people can't fathom the fact that different life circumstances would prompt someone to need to take the bike to a mechanic & that somethings are better left to a professional.
My virago suffered a fuse blow out that me and a buddy diagnosed, turned out the wires had a bad short in it. Took it to the mechanic, turns out many of the wires and many parts I likely wouldn't have seen and been able to diagnose on my own or notice until it was too late were going bad and needed immediate replacement. I live in a big city I can't do extensive mechanical work in the street that requires me to dig into the bike too much for a long period of time, it's just not socially acceptable with the density of the city with the fumes that may emitt, fluids that may leak & small screws that may roll away or be kicked away with the amount of people walking through a single block. It's best you save yourself the trouble and take it to your nearest shop unless you have privacy.
Its my first bike and I'm not at the comfort level yet to go fucking around on it touching parts that are so integral when I'm not at the right expirence and comfort level.
It's like some bikers overcompensate for being able to withhold the privilege of circumstance that allows them to work on their own bikes & have enough time for them, theres a reason why mechanics exist, if we could all work on our bikes for everything, we wouldn't need them.
I was just asking for help with my virago to get it out the shop on time, I didn't need people do be such dicks about it?
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It's like some people can't fathom the fact that different life circumstances would prompt someone to need to take the bike to a mechanic & that somethings are better left to a professional.
My virago suffered a fuse blow out that me and a buddy diagnosed, turned out the wires had a bad short in it. Took it to the mechanic, turns out many of the wires and many parts I likely wouldn't have seen and been able to diagnose on my own or notice until it was too late were going bad and needed immediate replacement. I live in a big city I can't do extensive mechanical work in the street that requires me to dig into the bike too much for a long period of time, it's just not socially acceptable with the density of the city with the fumes that may emitt, fluids that may leak & small screws that may roll away or be kicked away with the amount of people walking through a single block. It's best you save yourself the trouble and take it to your nearest shop unless you have privacy.
Its my first bike and I'm not at the comfort level yet to go fucking around on it touching parts that are so integral when I'm not at the right expirence and comfort level.
It's like some bikers overcompensate for being able to withhold the privilege of circumstance that allows them to work on their own bikes & have enough time for them, theres a reason why mechanics exist, if we could all work on our bikes for everything, we wouldn't need them.
I was just asking for help with my virago to get it out the shop on time, I didn't need people do be such dicks about it?
2024.06.01 06:51 MysticHellebore Ways to acquire witchcraft tools without being flagged down?
In particular, I'm looking for a way to discreetly acquire and use candles, tarot cards and maybe small crystals without getting caught or punished.
I still live with my mama (Shocker!) even partway through college and she's a very devout Fundamentalist who actually knows most signs of witchcraft unlike most idiots of her religious category. I technically should be old enough now to do whatever the hell I want, but I'm under her roof and being under the roof of a strict Evangelical mama is a whole different argument by itself.
Due to this, it's been hard to acquire even simple things like candles. During a dumpster dive, I managed to acquire some autumn-scented candles but those are hard to burn discreetly especially with the lingering smell. Here are some of the more odd troubles:
• She does not allow me to burn candles, yet she allows me to own them. (?!?!)
• She has a strong aversion to anything crystals. I've caught her on multiple accounts trying to stuff the larger ones in the rubbish bin. I suppose her Facebook group has been 'educating' her.
• Burning my scented candles outside would be a challenge, because she would later notice that my candles have already melted a little bit which is a huge red flag. She's very detail-oriented, and whoever grew up with an ex-catholic Czech mom I'm really sorry, virtual hugs to you.
Would it just be wise to go to a grocery store, buy the unscented candles, and burn them for spellwork when I'm very occasionally alone on an errand? I'm only allowed outside of the house for my part-time job, my essential shopping, etc.
Thank you in advance. I tried to cover most of my problems in this post, but obviously if I added all of my issues with this woman it would be bigger than the Bible itself.
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I still live with my mama (Shocker!) even partway through college and she's a very devout Fundamentalist who actually knows most signs of witchcraft unlike most idiots of her religious category. I technically should be old enough now to do whatever the hell I want, but I'm under her roof and being under the roof of a strict Evangelical mama is a whole different argument by itself.
Due to this, it's been hard to acquire even simple things like candles. During a dumpster dive, I managed to acquire some autumn-scented candles but those are hard to burn discreetly especially with the lingering smell. Here are some of the more odd troubles:
• She does not allow me to burn candles, yet she allows me to own them. (?!?!)
• She has a strong aversion to anything crystals. I've caught her on multiple accounts trying to stuff the larger ones in the rubbish bin. I suppose her Facebook group has been 'educating' her.
• Burning my scented candles outside would be a challenge, because she would later notice that my candles have already melted a little bit which is a huge red flag. She's very detail-oriented, and whoever grew up with an ex-catholic Czech mom I'm really sorry, virtual hugs to you.
Would it just be wise to go to a grocery store, buy the unscented candles, and burn them for spellwork when I'm very occasionally alone on an errand? I'm only allowed outside of the house for my part-time job, my essential shopping, etc.
Thank you in advance. I tried to cover most of my problems in this post, but obviously if I added all of my issues with this woman it would be bigger than the Bible itself.
2024.06.01 06:27 Monk3ster Colombia city to relocate to, or better?
Hola!
That is about as much as I will butcher the language at this point out of respect. I am a 49 year old white Canadian male. A couple years out of a 20+ year marriage. Kids out of the nest. Canada has lost it's beauty, it is a broken country and I want to leave. I'm no Fabio but am attractive and keep myself in good shape. I'm a courteous, respectful, honorable, 'normal' guy with great morals. I want to go live somewhere else. I did it 20 years ago for a year in Ireland and Costa Rica with my family, time to go again, unfortunately because my country is no longer livable. I'm not rich but am not poor, I make my money over the internet so I can work anywhere (EST stock exchange hours). My health is good but I have some musculaskeletal issues that mean I can't stand for more than an hour, sit for more than about 8 hours and can do about 8km of walking/hiking. You wouldn't know from looking at me.
Canadian dollars go far in South America and that is very enticing to me. I have been to Mexico three times and lived in PDC for a month. I've travelled to about 15 countries. I thought I would start looking for a place to relocate to in Colombia, maybe tour some nearby countries and compare once I am down there. Looking to rent a furnished place but am having trouble finding resources other than Airbnb, which is ridiculously expensive because of the company. In Mexico I used facebook and got great deals with locals selling rentals outside of the airbnb trap. It's there such a thing for Colombia? The airbnb prices are for people that maybe want to spend $100 a night for a couple nights. Not me, monthly furnished rental.
Other than finding a place which I imagine it will be a lot easier once I am down there (but would like a starting base), I am having great difficulty getting good information regarding Colombian cities which is strange, so many competing points of view! If someone could help with finding a starting (maybe ending) city for me that would be amazing! Thank you for any help you provide!! :-)
The rain and weather... well it rains here for about 10 months of the year so I would like to get away from that. 90% humidity is going to take me at least a couple of weeks of drowning in my own sweat to get used to and not look like a water fountain walking around but I went through that in PDC, MX.
I need a good internet connection and I need the conveniences of living in a bigger city. Walk to grocery, other places while staying in my 8km walking radius. I am prescribed THC to take at night for insomnia and pain to get to sleep. So, will need to be in a place where access to that is available without being killed. Other than that not interested in the drug scene. Was thinking about buying a car but sounds like that is a bad idea. I can motorcycle/scooter etc, so was thinking maybe getting something like that to get around. Works in most other countries. Other than that, it would be taxis (yes I know) or uber.
I am sure there are amazing places to relocate to in Colombia but as soon as someone says something good about a place it is destroyed by another 10 commentators. Just want to live in a nice place with nice people where my dollar will allow me to live a nice life vs unlivable Canada. Rent a nice little 2br close to convenience, a city with a reasonable night life and activities but not America's playground like Cabo San Lucas. Help! :-) Thanks for reading/any advice.
PS - I posted this in Colombia and nobody anything to say other than don't come here now. If there truly isn't a city in Colombia that I couple enjoy for a couple months, does anyone here have a better spot to start? I would like my CDN dollar to super stretch and be in a place that is interesting, fun, great locals. Internet and grocery convenience is a need. starting to look at BA in Argentina now but would like to visit all the SA countries when down there. Will need to because of 6 month visa restrictions anyway. Cheers!
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That is about as much as I will butcher the language at this point out of respect. I am a 49 year old white Canadian male. A couple years out of a 20+ year marriage. Kids out of the nest. Canada has lost it's beauty, it is a broken country and I want to leave. I'm no Fabio but am attractive and keep myself in good shape. I'm a courteous, respectful, honorable, 'normal' guy with great morals. I want to go live somewhere else. I did it 20 years ago for a year in Ireland and Costa Rica with my family, time to go again, unfortunately because my country is no longer livable. I'm not rich but am not poor, I make my money over the internet so I can work anywhere (EST stock exchange hours). My health is good but I have some musculaskeletal issues that mean I can't stand for more than an hour, sit for more than about 8 hours and can do about 8km of walking/hiking. You wouldn't know from looking at me.
Canadian dollars go far in South America and that is very enticing to me. I have been to Mexico three times and lived in PDC for a month. I've travelled to about 15 countries. I thought I would start looking for a place to relocate to in Colombia, maybe tour some nearby countries and compare once I am down there. Looking to rent a furnished place but am having trouble finding resources other than Airbnb, which is ridiculously expensive because of the company. In Mexico I used facebook and got great deals with locals selling rentals outside of the airbnb trap. It's there such a thing for Colombia? The airbnb prices are for people that maybe want to spend $100 a night for a couple nights. Not me, monthly furnished rental.
Other than finding a place which I imagine it will be a lot easier once I am down there (but would like a starting base), I am having great difficulty getting good information regarding Colombian cities which is strange, so many competing points of view! If someone could help with finding a starting (maybe ending) city for me that would be amazing! Thank you for any help you provide!! :-)
- Feminists chill out, I am respectful of women and completely believe in equal rights. I will be coming down single and looking for a 'normal' partner to spend time with and enjoy life! If I don't meet someone that is okay. I have zero interest in ladies of the night and am not coming down to "steal" or mistreat any Colombian females. I understand that Colombian women are considered generally more outwardly beautiful per capita than other countries but who knows I might end up with a fellow mover or traveler. I am too old and too young for the huge boobs and bum with the lips and fillers and all that, not attractive to me. I am sure there are tons of naturally beautiful people there. So I will not be interested in the women that want to drug me. I'm kind of out of the 'party until 2am scene' and like to be somewhere where I can actually hear the beautiful Spanish that is being spoken to me when talking to someone, even though I can not understand them at this point. I don't prefer to hang out with tourists/ tourist areas. I am going to learn Spanish over the summer so I will be able to get along by the time I leave (November 2024 probably).
- Cartagena - Super hot and humid, overflowing with tourists. Party city, very high petty crime. Child sex tourism. More expensive because tourist town. Nice sights, no beaches for a costal city other than traveling to one by boat. Good food choices if I wanted to eat out every night which I do not, I like to cook healthy food.
- Cali - Not as touristy but crime is brutal right now aka don't go you will get killed or robbed. Other than that which seems like a no-go for a first timer to Colombia couldn't find much.
- Santa Marta - Same as Cartagena but not as touristy. Crime is higher. Weather similar or worse. Nice to visit but not stay.
- Barranquilla - Business city, looked promising with more educated populace. Crime bad because of more wealthy working class. City is boring, not much to see and little social/nightlife. Traffic nightmare. Locals not friendly, busy working city.
- Bogota - Cold, rainy, high altitude. Huge urban sprawl. Terrible pollution, very high crime. Too big?
- Medellin - 2x rainy and pollution as bad as Bogota, you WILL get robbed or killed here. Locals are there to grift, drug and rob/kill you. Overrun with disgusting North American expats and tourists trying to take advantage of the locals -> High prostitution. Expensive. Good days trips from here.
The rain and weather... well it rains here for about 10 months of the year so I would like to get away from that. 90% humidity is going to take me at least a couple of weeks of drowning in my own sweat to get used to and not look like a water fountain walking around but I went through that in PDC, MX.
I need a good internet connection and I need the conveniences of living in a bigger city. Walk to grocery, other places while staying in my 8km walking radius. I am prescribed THC to take at night for insomnia and pain to get to sleep. So, will need to be in a place where access to that is available without being killed. Other than that not interested in the drug scene. Was thinking about buying a car but sounds like that is a bad idea. I can motorcycle/scooter etc, so was thinking maybe getting something like that to get around. Works in most other countries. Other than that, it would be taxis (yes I know) or uber.
I am sure there are amazing places to relocate to in Colombia but as soon as someone says something good about a place it is destroyed by another 10 commentators. Just want to live in a nice place with nice people where my dollar will allow me to live a nice life vs unlivable Canada. Rent a nice little 2br close to convenience, a city with a reasonable night life and activities but not America's playground like Cabo San Lucas. Help! :-) Thanks for reading/any advice.
PS - I posted this in Colombia and nobody anything to say other than don't come here now. If there truly isn't a city in Colombia that I couple enjoy for a couple months, does anyone here have a better spot to start? I would like my CDN dollar to super stretch and be in a place that is interesting, fun, great locals. Internet and grocery convenience is a need. starting to look at BA in Argentina now but would like to visit all the SA countries when down there. Will need to because of 6 month visa restrictions anyway. Cheers!
2024.06.01 06:11 Slow_Illustrator_619 [H] Custom OT Shiny Xurkitree, MB Shiny PoGo Legends/Mythicals,60+ GBL, [W] PayPal
[svirtual] hello all!
I am selling GBL / research / raid caught still in GO /in HOME shiny legend/mythical
Trades will be done instantly, or I will do it at your convenience when you pay.
Everything is price + fees unless otherwise discussed, bulk deals available
(Ask if you don’t see what you’re looking for, I have non legend in go shinies too)
Shiny Pogo Premier Ball Xurkitree Self Caught $25 (Locked to Sendai Go Fest Event until July Global GO Fest)
Shiny Pokeball unown ? $50 (Locked to in Person Go Fest 2024 )
Shiny Emolga $5
Necrozma WILL be added as soon as home transfer is available.
In pogo: GBL/research shiny legends All are still in GO , SHINY, will have ID 655705/310524 OT Jay unless otherwise specified for custom OT
I can make them any language tag in home , but the ID will be different , I will inform of it before trade
L15 MB/GB/UB Shiny Celebi self caught $120/$30 or homestamp zeraora for MB
L15 PB Shiny Jirachi traded for on DC with zoeann $50
L16 PB Shiny Mew traded for on DC with Zoeann $35
L25 MB Shundo Mewtwo (5IV guaranteed in home, speed is 1/6 roll) $125
L20 MB XXL Shiny Groudon $150 Self caught
L15 XXS Shiny Regigigas $150 PB traded for on DC with zotachi
L20 MB: $75 each
Mewtwo(L25) ,Registeel, Regigigas, Landorus(T), Kyurem, Tapu Koko, Tapu Lele, Tapu Bulu, Tapu Fini, Kartana, Celesteela
L1 PB Uxie,Azelf,Mesprit $25 each
L1 UB Azelf $15
L1 GB XXS Azelf, PB Mesprit, UB Uxie $115 each
L1 PB XXS Uxie, Azelf, Mesprit $120 each
L1 PB XXL Uxie, Azelf, Mesprit $115 each 300 all
L1 MB Mesprit $75
L1 MB XXL Azelf, Mesprit $250 each
L15 MB Darkrai $250
L15 MB Regigigas $250
L15 PB Regigigas $50 obtained from user on FB messenger (custom OT available)
L15 GB Regigigas $45 Obtained from user imrv on DC (custom OT available)
L15 UB Regigigas $35 Obtained from DC user dc1yesdale (custom OT available)
( bundle for all PB,GB,UB regi)^
L15 UB Zapdos/Mewtwo $23/28 traded for on DC Calvita720252/MVPllAntaresll
L20 PB/UB Mewtwo $28/25 Traded for on DC with user donzaloog69/slayers20
L15 UB Raikou $15 Traded for on DC with slixy
L20 UB Entei $25 Traded for with user on fb messenger (GBL)
L15 GB/UB Lugia $25 traded for on DC with user Notbachert /EMTday
L20 PB/UB Lugia $25/20 Traded for on DC with user winnermanx, mrdr2012
L15 UB Ho oh $20 Traded for on FB messenger
L20 PB Registeel $30 traded for on DC with toefish
L15/20 UB Regice $20/17 Traded for on DC with sanbeer1/2bezuz
L15 UB Groudon $20 Traded for on DC with kgbryan68
L20 UB Groudon $20 Traded for on Dc with legendarylink0
L20 UB Azelf/Mesprit/Uxie $15 Traded for on whatsapp /DC with Naderx7, firestyleitachi (GBL caught )
L15/20 GB/ UB Heatran $25/20 traded for on DC with blakedaboss12/ fb messenger
L20 UB regigigas $20 Traded for on DC with user worldplaya
L20 GB/UB Dialga $25 traded for on dc with user papaya645, wingdarkzero
Level 50 UB Dialga $35 traded for on DC with user HknkInky
L20 GB/UB Palkia $25 Traded for on DC with users Davelovesgraal/iLugia1007
L20 GB/UB Giratina $25 Traded for on DC with user Papaya645/1shura369
L20/15 GB/UB Cresselia $18/20 Traded for on DC with Sujai0105 / fb messenger
L20 UB cobalion/terrakion $25 Traded for on DC with elnegorcrack/urbanhermit78
L20 GB Cobalion/Terrakion/Virizion $25 Traded for on DC with user worldplaya/ papaya645/FB messenger
L22 GB Tornadus (T) $22 traded for on Dc with user BetePuchur
L20 UB Thundurus (T) $25 Traded for on FB messenger with user
L20 UB Zekrom/Kyurem $25 Traded for on DC with user(s) ChillBoonster, donzaloog69
L25 GB Kyurem $20 Traded for on DC with Papaya645
L20 UB Xerneas $25 Traded for on DC with user demonking914778
L20 GB/UB tapu bulu $30/25 Traded for on DC with user joqqs31/jrhenzoh
L20 UB Tapu Fini $25 traded for on DC with user Creysi5
L20 UB Guzzlord $25 traded for on DC with user MrPototto
From raids(self caught) everything will have ID: 655705/310524 and OT: Jay unless otherwise specified.
Shiny articuno/Zapdos/moltres/mewtwo/ho oh/Lugia /groudon/kyogre/rayquaza/cress/ heatran/dialga/palkia/regigigas/ terrakion/kyurem/xerneas/yveltal/nihilego/guzz $6 each Celesteela /kartana $7
Shiny darkrai $8
Shiny egg self hatched with ID 655705 and OT: Jay or custom OT or tradable in go:
L20 Azurill/cleffa/riolu/happiny/bonsly/pichu $7 each
Wild shinies range from $3-10 depending on event, rarity, candy required for evo. Majority of pogo shinies available still in GO. Will offer bulk discount , have done bulk orders multiple times.
White stripe basculin $25
Regional/oricorio/flabebe shinies $4 each
Shiny Furfrou $7 per trim $9 for heart trim 50 for entire set of 10
Non shiny mythicals Includes: Mew, celebi, jirachi, shaymin (normal or sky),victini, meloetta, hoopa $6 cosmog $5 ultra ball shaymin $10
Diancie $8
In HOME: I have pictures of all Pokémon
L15 PB Darkrai $30 obtained from user on FB messenger OT: kupper ID: 669308 Docile (SP-EU)
L15 PB Darkrai $30 obtained from user on FB messenger OT: Panda ID: 473776 Hasty (SP-EU)
L15 GB Darkrai $25 obtained from user on FB messenger OT: Jay ID: 310524 Docile
L20 GB/UB Shiny Darkrai OT: Jay ID: 310524 traded for on DC with user papaya645/ricardr. Gentle/Quiet $20
L20 PB Shiny Cresselia $15 ID: 618515 OT: Jay traded for on DC with user Rainn sassy
L21 UB shiny Kyogre $10 OT: Jay ID:635929 Careful. traded for on FB messenger
L20 PB Shiny Mewtwo $17 OT: Jay ID: 884657 traded for on dc with user newbarkschoolty
L26 UB Shiny Ho-Oh $12 OT: Jay ID: 655705 self caught/ sent to home Careful
L20 UB shiny Regirock $14 OT: Jay ID: 016600 Traded for on DC with lFritsche Gentle
L15 UB Shiny Regirock $16 OT: Jay ID: 028634 Traded for on DC with cg97 Careful
L21 PB Shiny Regice $15 OT: Jay ID: 655705 self caught/sent to home Rash
L22 UB shiny registeel $10 OT: Jay ID: 655705Lax self sent
L15 PB Shiny registeel $17 OT: Jay ID: 960814 Adamant Traded for on DC w cg97
L21 UB shiny groudon $10 OT: Jay ID: 655705 self sent Calm
L31 GB shiny dialga $8 OT: Jay ID: 655705 Naive . Traded for on FB messenger
L20 GB shiny giratina $20 OT: Jay ID: 108465 Traded for on DC with 8v7 Quirky
L20 UB shiny regigigas $15 OT: Jay ID:884657 Serious. traded for on dc with worldplaya
L21 PB Shiny terrakion $18 OT: Jay ID: 655705 Naughty. Self caught and self sent
L21 GB Shiny Virizion $15 OT: Jay ID: 655705 Self caught / self sent Careful
DC=Discord FB=Facebook WA=WhatsApp
in HOME LVL 100 POGO stamped from HOME glitch on 06/15/23 with OT: Jay ID: 655705 unless otherwise specified for ID
UB L100 Shiny Raikou $150 self caught OT: Jay ID: 655705 Lax.
Masterball L100 Shiny Mewtwo $500 self caught OT: Jay ID: 655705 Bashful 1/1
UB L100 Shiny Darkrai $300 traded for on DC with user ryankay OT: Jay ID:092047 Mild
Premier Ball L100 Shiny Yveltal/Xerneas $150 or $250 for bundle self caught OT: Jay ID: 655705 Relaxed/Brave
GB L100 Virizion self caught OT: Jay ID: 655705 Jolly $230
Premier Ball L100 Shiny Deoxys Normal Form ID: Jay OT: 655705 Sassy $275 self caught
I also have normal shinies from pogo just ask please I will likely have it or can get it within a few days
Prices are flexible / bulk deals available
Everything is caught or traded with rooted android / gps joystick
I will trade you in Pokémon HOME
My ref / check past posts to see successful transactions. Thanks for your time!
https://www.reddit.com/pokemonexchangeref/comments/14pk1ju/uslow_illustrator_619_reference/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_contegcc
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I am selling GBL / research / raid caught still in GO /in HOME shiny legend/mythical
Trades will be done instantly, or I will do it at your convenience when you pay.
Everything is price + fees unless otherwise discussed, bulk deals available
(Ask if you don’t see what you’re looking for, I have non legend in go shinies too)
Shiny Pogo Premier Ball Xurkitree Self Caught $25 (Locked to Sendai Go Fest Event until July Global GO Fest)
Shiny Pokeball unown ? $50 (Locked to in Person Go Fest 2024 )
Shiny Emolga $5
Necrozma WILL be added as soon as home transfer is available.
In pogo: GBL/research shiny legends All are still in GO , SHINY, will have ID 655705/310524 OT Jay unless otherwise specified for custom OT
I can make them any language tag in home , but the ID will be different , I will inform of it before trade
L15 MB/GB/UB Shiny Celebi self caught $120/$30 or homestamp zeraora for MB
L15 PB Shiny Jirachi traded for on DC with zoeann $50
L16 PB Shiny Mew traded for on DC with Zoeann $35
L25 MB Shundo Mewtwo (5IV guaranteed in home, speed is 1/6 roll) $125
L20 MB XXL Shiny Groudon $150 Self caught
L15 XXS Shiny Regigigas $150 PB traded for on DC with zotachi
L20 MB: $75 each
Mewtwo(L25) ,Registeel, Regigigas, Landorus(T), Kyurem, Tapu Koko, Tapu Lele, Tapu Bulu, Tapu Fini, Kartana, Celesteela
L1 PB Uxie,Azelf,Mesprit $25 each
L1 UB Azelf $15
L1 GB XXS Azelf, PB Mesprit, UB Uxie $115 each
L1 PB XXS Uxie, Azelf, Mesprit $120 each
L1 PB XXL Uxie, Azelf, Mesprit $115 each 300 all
L1 MB Mesprit $75
L1 MB XXL Azelf, Mesprit $250 each
L15 MB Darkrai $250
L15 MB Regigigas $250
L15 PB Regigigas $50 obtained from user on FB messenger (custom OT available)
L15 GB Regigigas $45 Obtained from user imrv on DC (custom OT available)
L15 UB Regigigas $35 Obtained from DC user dc1yesdale (custom OT available)
( bundle for all PB,GB,UB regi)^
L15 UB Zapdos/Mewtwo $23/28 traded for on DC Calvita720252/MVPllAntaresll
L20 PB/UB Mewtwo $28/25 Traded for on DC with user donzaloog69/slayers20
L15 UB Raikou $15 Traded for on DC with slixy
L20 UB Entei $25 Traded for with user on fb messenger (GBL)
L15 GB/UB Lugia $25 traded for on DC with user Notbachert /EMTday
L20 PB/UB Lugia $25/20 Traded for on DC with user winnermanx, mrdr2012
L15 UB Ho oh $20 Traded for on FB messenger
L20 PB Registeel $30 traded for on DC with toefish
L15/20 UB Regice $20/17 Traded for on DC with sanbeer1/2bezuz
L15 UB Groudon $20 Traded for on DC with kgbryan68
L20 UB Groudon $20 Traded for on Dc with legendarylink0
L20 UB Azelf/Mesprit/Uxie $15 Traded for on whatsapp /DC with Naderx7, firestyleitachi (GBL caught )
L15/20 GB/ UB Heatran $25/20 traded for on DC with blakedaboss12/ fb messenger
L20 UB regigigas $20 Traded for on DC with user worldplaya
L20 GB/UB Dialga $25 traded for on dc with user papaya645, wingdarkzero
Level 50 UB Dialga $35 traded for on DC with user HknkInky
L20 GB/UB Palkia $25 Traded for on DC with users Davelovesgraal/iLugia1007
L20 GB/UB Giratina $25 Traded for on DC with user Papaya645/1shura369
L20/15 GB/UB Cresselia $18/20 Traded for on DC with Sujai0105 / fb messenger
L20 UB cobalion/terrakion $25 Traded for on DC with elnegorcrack/urbanhermit78
L20 GB Cobalion/Terrakion/Virizion $25 Traded for on DC with user worldplaya/ papaya645/FB messenger
L22 GB Tornadus (T) $22 traded for on Dc with user BetePuchur
L20 UB Thundurus (T) $25 Traded for on FB messenger with user
L20 UB Zekrom/Kyurem $25 Traded for on DC with user(s) ChillBoonster, donzaloog69
L25 GB Kyurem $20 Traded for on DC with Papaya645
L20 UB Xerneas $25 Traded for on DC with user demonking914778
L20 GB/UB tapu bulu $30/25 Traded for on DC with user joqqs31/jrhenzoh
L20 UB Tapu Fini $25 traded for on DC with user Creysi5
L20 UB Guzzlord $25 traded for on DC with user MrPototto
From raids(self caught) everything will have ID: 655705/310524 and OT: Jay unless otherwise specified.
Shiny articuno/Zapdos/moltres/mewtwo/ho oh/Lugia /groudon/kyogre/rayquaza/cress/ heatran/dialga/palkia/regigigas/ terrakion/kyurem/xerneas/yveltal/nihilego/guzz $6 each Celesteela /kartana $7
Shiny darkrai $8
Shiny egg self hatched with ID 655705 and OT: Jay or custom OT or tradable in go:
L20 Azurill/cleffa/riolu/happiny/bonsly/pichu $7 each
Wild shinies range from $3-10 depending on event, rarity, candy required for evo. Majority of pogo shinies available still in GO. Will offer bulk discount , have done bulk orders multiple times.
White stripe basculin $25
Regional/oricorio/flabebe shinies $4 each
Shiny Furfrou $7 per trim $9 for heart trim 50 for entire set of 10
Non shiny mythicals Includes: Mew, celebi, jirachi, shaymin (normal or sky),victini, meloetta, hoopa $6 cosmog $5 ultra ball shaymin $10
Diancie $8
In HOME: I have pictures of all Pokémon
L15 PB Darkrai $30 obtained from user on FB messenger OT: kupper ID: 669308 Docile (SP-EU)
L15 PB Darkrai $30 obtained from user on FB messenger OT: Panda ID: 473776 Hasty (SP-EU)
L15 GB Darkrai $25 obtained from user on FB messenger OT: Jay ID: 310524 Docile
L20 GB/UB Shiny Darkrai OT: Jay ID: 310524 traded for on DC with user papaya645/ricardr. Gentle/Quiet $20
L20 PB Shiny Cresselia $15 ID: 618515 OT: Jay traded for on DC with user Rainn sassy
L21 UB shiny Kyogre $10 OT: Jay ID:635929 Careful. traded for on FB messenger
L20 PB Shiny Mewtwo $17 OT: Jay ID: 884657 traded for on dc with user newbarkschoolty
L26 UB Shiny Ho-Oh $12 OT: Jay ID: 655705 self caught/ sent to home Careful
L20 UB shiny Regirock $14 OT: Jay ID: 016600 Traded for on DC with lFritsche Gentle
L15 UB Shiny Regirock $16 OT: Jay ID: 028634 Traded for on DC with cg97 Careful
L21 PB Shiny Regice $15 OT: Jay ID: 655705 self caught/sent to home Rash
L22 UB shiny registeel $10 OT: Jay ID: 655705Lax self sent
L15 PB Shiny registeel $17 OT: Jay ID: 960814 Adamant Traded for on DC w cg97
L21 UB shiny groudon $10 OT: Jay ID: 655705 self sent Calm
L31 GB shiny dialga $8 OT: Jay ID: 655705 Naive . Traded for on FB messenger
L20 GB shiny giratina $20 OT: Jay ID: 108465 Traded for on DC with 8v7 Quirky
L20 UB shiny regigigas $15 OT: Jay ID:884657 Serious. traded for on dc with worldplaya
L21 PB Shiny terrakion $18 OT: Jay ID: 655705 Naughty. Self caught and self sent
L21 GB Shiny Virizion $15 OT: Jay ID: 655705 Self caught / self sent Careful
DC=Discord FB=Facebook WA=WhatsApp
in HOME LVL 100 POGO stamped from HOME glitch on 06/15/23 with OT: Jay ID: 655705 unless otherwise specified for ID
UB L100 Shiny Raikou $150 self caught OT: Jay ID: 655705 Lax.
Masterball L100 Shiny Mewtwo $500 self caught OT: Jay ID: 655705 Bashful 1/1
UB L100 Shiny Darkrai $300 traded for on DC with user ryankay OT: Jay ID:092047 Mild
Premier Ball L100 Shiny Yveltal/Xerneas $150 or $250 for bundle self caught OT: Jay ID: 655705 Relaxed/Brave
GB L100 Virizion self caught OT: Jay ID: 655705 Jolly $230
Premier Ball L100 Shiny Deoxys Normal Form ID: Jay OT: 655705 Sassy $275 self caught
I also have normal shinies from pogo just ask please I will likely have it or can get it within a few days
Prices are flexible / bulk deals available
Everything is caught or traded with rooted android / gps joystick
I will trade you in Pokémon HOME
My ref / check past posts to see successful transactions. Thanks for your time!
https://www.reddit.com/pokemonexchangeref/comments/14pk1ju/uslow_illustrator_619_reference/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_contegcc
2024.06.01 06:03 demonicmachines Wanted to get something off my chest RE: JHS
I kept this mostly quiet because I thought it would behoove me to do so. However, this has not been the case, so I’ve got a story for y’all.
Some of you may know that I was inspired to start my pedal-building journey after seeing an episode of the JHS Show. As such, I started sending pedals I built to JHS shortly after founding Demonic Machines. In each box I included a letter which contained, among other things, my pronouns (they/them). For a few years I never heard anything back, which was fine. I sent the pedals as a token of appreciation more than anything so I wasn’t worried about it.
Then, one day this past summer, I got a message from Belle at JHS informing me that they were going to be putting a demo of one of my pedals up on their social media. I’m now embarrassed to say that I was stoked. Demonic Machines had been struggling since day one, essentially, and this could have been a major boost to my business.
When the video went up, I got 200+ new Instagram followers. It would have been more, but JHS took the video down after maybe an hour. I received a message from the u/jhspedals Instagram account that said, “Hey Lucky, we took the video down where we misgendered you! That’s on us. We’ll reshoot asap and let you know when it’s ready!!”
The thing is, I get misgendered every day of my life. The kids at work call me “Mr. Lucky.” I wasn’t upset about it. I know who I am. I don’t need fucking JHS to affirm my gender. I kind of wish they had read the letters I included since I went through the trouble of writing them, but I just wanted to get more eyes on my pedals so I could sell them and maybe use the money to pay for my rent and groceries. But I know how straight people get embarrassed, and they DID say they would reshoot it, so I just replied, “oh okay. i wasn’t that worked up about it but i appreciate it.” I assumed, it being a minute-long video, that they would reshoot it, you know, “ASAP.”
Months went by. I saw numerous episodes of the JHS Show come and go, and numerous spotlights on other builders, so I sent them a message asking if they were actually gonna reshoot the spot. They said they would, and I responded by expressing concern that their CEO wasn’t going to reshoot the spot, that I was just going to get swept under the rug, and that he could have just owned up to the fact that he accidentally misgendered me instead of taking down the video that, again, I WANTED UP.
A few days later, Josh Scott messaged me from his personal account. He was upset that I had called him a CEO and that I had pointed out that he did a bad job of learning about the builder he had spotlit (what with him misgendering me and everything). He sent me multiple voice memos informing me that he’s not a CEO (though his Facebook profile says that he is); that he did, in fact, make an effort to learn about me before he shot the video (which is fair, I can’t disprove that claim); and that the reason they took the video down was because “they want to refer to me correctly” (or not at all, apparently) and because “people were tearing them apart” for misgendering me (cry me a fucking river, bro).
Now, I want to be clear: JHS did not owe me a demo. I did not send them pedals expecting a demo. But what I do expect is for people to do something when they say they’ll do it, which JHS did not.
So the other day, I messaged u/jhspedals to inform them that Demonic Machines is dead and they’re off the hook for that video (that I’m 99% certain they had no intention of ever reshooting). I also messaged Josh to ask if he could use his platform to tell people about Audio! Audio! since he told me to let him know if I needed anything. He declined. I can’t say I’m surprised.
submitted by demonicmachines to DemonicMachines [link] [comments]
Some of you may know that I was inspired to start my pedal-building journey after seeing an episode of the JHS Show. As such, I started sending pedals I built to JHS shortly after founding Demonic Machines. In each box I included a letter which contained, among other things, my pronouns (they/them). For a few years I never heard anything back, which was fine. I sent the pedals as a token of appreciation more than anything so I wasn’t worried about it.
Then, one day this past summer, I got a message from Belle at JHS informing me that they were going to be putting a demo of one of my pedals up on their social media. I’m now embarrassed to say that I was stoked. Demonic Machines had been struggling since day one, essentially, and this could have been a major boost to my business.
When the video went up, I got 200+ new Instagram followers. It would have been more, but JHS took the video down after maybe an hour. I received a message from the u/jhspedals Instagram account that said, “Hey Lucky, we took the video down where we misgendered you! That’s on us. We’ll reshoot asap and let you know when it’s ready!!”
The thing is, I get misgendered every day of my life. The kids at work call me “Mr. Lucky.” I wasn’t upset about it. I know who I am. I don’t need fucking JHS to affirm my gender. I kind of wish they had read the letters I included since I went through the trouble of writing them, but I just wanted to get more eyes on my pedals so I could sell them and maybe use the money to pay for my rent and groceries. But I know how straight people get embarrassed, and they DID say they would reshoot it, so I just replied, “oh okay. i wasn’t that worked up about it but i appreciate it.” I assumed, it being a minute-long video, that they would reshoot it, you know, “ASAP.”
Months went by. I saw numerous episodes of the JHS Show come and go, and numerous spotlights on other builders, so I sent them a message asking if they were actually gonna reshoot the spot. They said they would, and I responded by expressing concern that their CEO wasn’t going to reshoot the spot, that I was just going to get swept under the rug, and that he could have just owned up to the fact that he accidentally misgendered me instead of taking down the video that, again, I WANTED UP.
A few days later, Josh Scott messaged me from his personal account. He was upset that I had called him a CEO and that I had pointed out that he did a bad job of learning about the builder he had spotlit (what with him misgendering me and everything). He sent me multiple voice memos informing me that he’s not a CEO (though his Facebook profile says that he is); that he did, in fact, make an effort to learn about me before he shot the video (which is fair, I can’t disprove that claim); and that the reason they took the video down was because “they want to refer to me correctly” (or not at all, apparently) and because “people were tearing them apart” for misgendering me (cry me a fucking river, bro).
Now, I want to be clear: JHS did not owe me a demo. I did not send them pedals expecting a demo. But what I do expect is for people to do something when they say they’ll do it, which JHS did not.
So the other day, I messaged u/jhspedals to inform them that Demonic Machines is dead and they’re off the hook for that video (that I’m 99% certain they had no intention of ever reshooting). I also messaged Josh to ask if he could use his platform to tell people about Audio! Audio! since he told me to let him know if I needed anything. He declined. I can’t say I’m surprised.
2024.06.01 05:57 demonicmachines Wanted to get something off my chest RE: JHS
Hi, I don't really use Reddit but one of the people this is about follows me on Instagram and honestly I don't wanna hear from him right now.
I kept this mostly quiet because I thought it would behoove me to do so. However, this has not been the case, so I’ve got a story for y’all.
Some of you may know that I was inspired to start my pedal-building journey after seeing an episode of the JHS Show. As such, I started sending pedals I built to JHS shortly after founding Demonic Machines. In each box I included a letter which contained, among other things, my pronouns (they/them). For a few years I never heard anything back, which was fine. I sent the pedals as a token of appreciation more than anything so I wasn’t worried about it.
Then, one day this past summer, I got a message from Belle at JHS informing me that they were going to be putting a demo of one of my pedals up on their social media. I’m now embarrassed to say that I was stoked. Demonic Machines had been struggling since day one, essentially, and this could have been a major boost to my business.
When the video went up, I got 200+ new Instagram followers. It would have been more, but JHS took the video down after maybe an hour. I received a message from the JHS Instagram account that said, “Hey Lucky, we took the video down where we misgendered you! That’s on us. We’ll reshoot asap and let you know when it’s ready!!”
The thing is, I get misgendered every day of my life. The kids at work call me “Mr. Lucky.” I wasn’t upset about it. I know who I am. I don’t need fucking JHS to affirm my gender. I kind of wish they had read the letters I included since I went through the trouble of writing them, but I just wanted to get more eyes on my pedals so I could sell them and maybe use the money to pay for my rent and groceries. But I know how straight people get embarrassed, and they DID say they would reshoot it, so I just replied, “oh okay. i wasn’t that worked up about it but i appreciate it.” I assumed, it being a minute-long video, that they would reshoot it, you know, “ASAP.”
Months went by. I saw numerous episodes of the JHS Show come and go, and numerous spotlights on other builders, so I sent them a message asking if they were actually gonna reshoot the spot. They said they would, and I responded by expressing concern that their CEO wasn’t going to reshoot the spot, that I was just going to get swept under the rug, and that he could have just owned up to the fact that he accidentally misgendered me instead of taking down the video that, again, I WANTED UP.
A few days later, Josh Scott messaged me from his personal account. He was upset that I had called him a CEO and that I had pointed out that he did a bad job of learning about the builder he had spotlit (what with him misgendering me and everything). He sent me multiple voice memos informing me that he’s not a CEO (though his Facebook profile says that he is); that he did, in fact, make an effort to learn about me before he shot the video (which is fair, I can’t disprove that claim); and that the reason they took the video down was because “they want to refer to me correctly” (or not at all, apparently) and because “people were tearing them apart” for misgendering me (cry me a fucking river, bro).
Now, I want to be clear: JHS did not owe me a demo. I did not send them pedals expecting a demo. But what I do expect is for people to do something when they say they’ll do it, which JHS did not.
So the other day, I messaged JHS to inform them that Demonic Machines is dead and they’re off the hook for that video (that I’m 99% certain they had no intention of ever reshooting). I also messaged Josh to ask if he could use his platform to tell people about Audio! Audio! since he told me to let him know if I needed anything. He declined. I can’t say I’m surprised.
I don't think I'm blameless in this. Maybe I should have been more patient. But the situation sucks and I wanted to vent.
submitted by demonicmachines to guitarcirclejerk [link] [comments]
I kept this mostly quiet because I thought it would behoove me to do so. However, this has not been the case, so I’ve got a story for y’all.
Some of you may know that I was inspired to start my pedal-building journey after seeing an episode of the JHS Show. As such, I started sending pedals I built to JHS shortly after founding Demonic Machines. In each box I included a letter which contained, among other things, my pronouns (they/them). For a few years I never heard anything back, which was fine. I sent the pedals as a token of appreciation more than anything so I wasn’t worried about it.
Then, one day this past summer, I got a message from Belle at JHS informing me that they were going to be putting a demo of one of my pedals up on their social media. I’m now embarrassed to say that I was stoked. Demonic Machines had been struggling since day one, essentially, and this could have been a major boost to my business.
When the video went up, I got 200+ new Instagram followers. It would have been more, but JHS took the video down after maybe an hour. I received a message from the JHS Instagram account that said, “Hey Lucky, we took the video down where we misgendered you! That’s on us. We’ll reshoot asap and let you know when it’s ready!!”
The thing is, I get misgendered every day of my life. The kids at work call me “Mr. Lucky.” I wasn’t upset about it. I know who I am. I don’t need fucking JHS to affirm my gender. I kind of wish they had read the letters I included since I went through the trouble of writing them, but I just wanted to get more eyes on my pedals so I could sell them and maybe use the money to pay for my rent and groceries. But I know how straight people get embarrassed, and they DID say they would reshoot it, so I just replied, “oh okay. i wasn’t that worked up about it but i appreciate it.” I assumed, it being a minute-long video, that they would reshoot it, you know, “ASAP.”
Months went by. I saw numerous episodes of the JHS Show come and go, and numerous spotlights on other builders, so I sent them a message asking if they were actually gonna reshoot the spot. They said they would, and I responded by expressing concern that their CEO wasn’t going to reshoot the spot, that I was just going to get swept under the rug, and that he could have just owned up to the fact that he accidentally misgendered me instead of taking down the video that, again, I WANTED UP.
A few days later, Josh Scott messaged me from his personal account. He was upset that I had called him a CEO and that I had pointed out that he did a bad job of learning about the builder he had spotlit (what with him misgendering me and everything). He sent me multiple voice memos informing me that he’s not a CEO (though his Facebook profile says that he is); that he did, in fact, make an effort to learn about me before he shot the video (which is fair, I can’t disprove that claim); and that the reason they took the video down was because “they want to refer to me correctly” (or not at all, apparently) and because “people were tearing them apart” for misgendering me (cry me a fucking river, bro).
Now, I want to be clear: JHS did not owe me a demo. I did not send them pedals expecting a demo. But what I do expect is for people to do something when they say they’ll do it, which JHS did not.
So the other day, I messaged JHS to inform them that Demonic Machines is dead and they’re off the hook for that video (that I’m 99% certain they had no intention of ever reshooting). I also messaged Josh to ask if he could use his platform to tell people about Audio! Audio! since he told me to let him know if I needed anything. He declined. I can’t say I’m surprised.
I don't think I'm blameless in this. Maybe I should have been more patient. But the situation sucks and I wanted to vent.
2024.06.01 05:49 Difficult-Theme AITAH in getting blocked from this group?
Let me start by saying this is going to be a bit long, and is just a weird thing that happened today that I’m confused by thinking maybe idk FB etiquette or dealt with my first “weirdly power hungry admin” or something.
I’m part of a corgi group on Facebook. People just share cute photos of their corgis. The posts have to be approved by admins first. I submit a post with some pictures of my corgi. I included multiple photos with context that he has resting side eye face basically. The post is denied with a comment attached that says: “just one photo please”.
I’ve been part of the group for quite a while, maybe around 2 years at this point but can’t remember exactly. People share multiple photos in the same post frequently. I’ve also posted in the group a few different times so I’m unsure where the problem is. I check their rules to make sure I didn’t miss a change or something, and I didn’t. It’s just general like “don’t be abusive” type rules.
There is no way to respond directly to the admin that denied the post, or a general way to message the admins in general. So I submit my post again with a screenshot of another post by someone else from a few days ago that was approved with several photos. I wrote: “please message me to help me understand my post denial, thank you”.
Denied again. No comment this time in reply. No private message from whoever continues denying.
So I comment on the post I referenced that was accepted with the word “admin” thinking this would trigger the weird fb alerts in groups (idk how true this is just know of admins in other groups suggesting to do this or report posts to admins for potential issues that could arise instead of reporting to FB risking the group getting blocked for too many reports or something).
Anyway, on this person’s post, I write: “admin please help clarify the rules” and as a response to my own comment, include a photo comment of the first denial.
The OP for the post replies to my comment saying that it doesn’t make sense to them either and they’re sorry to hear about it and hope my post can be approved. I reply apologizing that I had to bring this up on their post but there wasn’t a direct way to find out who denied it or comment the admins as a group. The person and I have a really kind back and forth with each other.
A few hours go by and when I check, there has been no response or update to anything. I do see more posts that have since been approved and posted, and that one post is by an admin who shares her own photos. So I go to look at this admin’s post history.
MOST of her posts include multiple photos. Many of them with 4+. I tag her in the post comment thread with me and the other person asking if she has any idea of what is going on.
I give it about an hour or two, and still nothing. I screenshot a few of her posts and a few other recent posts with many photos, and request post approval again for a response. I include a few of the screenshots, my original denial, and say: “please clarify why my post was denied for having multiple photos. I’m providing group examples of approved multiple photos posts”
There is no response at all when I check again a while later. I go to the group and see I have been removed and blocked entirely from the group.
At the end of the day, it’s just a petty FB group issue not really the end of the world or anything of course, it’s just dumbfounded me a bit on why they wouldn’t tell me what the true issue was or what about my multiple pictures was cause for denial vs others?
So AITAH?
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I’m part of a corgi group on Facebook. People just share cute photos of their corgis. The posts have to be approved by admins first. I submit a post with some pictures of my corgi. I included multiple photos with context that he has resting side eye face basically. The post is denied with a comment attached that says: “just one photo please”.
I’ve been part of the group for quite a while, maybe around 2 years at this point but can’t remember exactly. People share multiple photos in the same post frequently. I’ve also posted in the group a few different times so I’m unsure where the problem is. I check their rules to make sure I didn’t miss a change or something, and I didn’t. It’s just general like “don’t be abusive” type rules.
There is no way to respond directly to the admin that denied the post, or a general way to message the admins in general. So I submit my post again with a screenshot of another post by someone else from a few days ago that was approved with several photos. I wrote: “please message me to help me understand my post denial, thank you”.
Denied again. No comment this time in reply. No private message from whoever continues denying.
So I comment on the post I referenced that was accepted with the word “admin” thinking this would trigger the weird fb alerts in groups (idk how true this is just know of admins in other groups suggesting to do this or report posts to admins for potential issues that could arise instead of reporting to FB risking the group getting blocked for too many reports or something).
Anyway, on this person’s post, I write: “admin please help clarify the rules” and as a response to my own comment, include a photo comment of the first denial.
The OP for the post replies to my comment saying that it doesn’t make sense to them either and they’re sorry to hear about it and hope my post can be approved. I reply apologizing that I had to bring this up on their post but there wasn’t a direct way to find out who denied it or comment the admins as a group. The person and I have a really kind back and forth with each other.
A few hours go by and when I check, there has been no response or update to anything. I do see more posts that have since been approved and posted, and that one post is by an admin who shares her own photos. So I go to look at this admin’s post history.
MOST of her posts include multiple photos. Many of them with 4+. I tag her in the post comment thread with me and the other person asking if she has any idea of what is going on.
I give it about an hour or two, and still nothing. I screenshot a few of her posts and a few other recent posts with many photos, and request post approval again for a response. I include a few of the screenshots, my original denial, and say: “please clarify why my post was denied for having multiple photos. I’m providing group examples of approved multiple photos posts”
There is no response at all when I check again a while later. I go to the group and see I have been removed and blocked entirely from the group.
At the end of the day, it’s just a petty FB group issue not really the end of the world or anything of course, it’s just dumbfounded me a bit on why they wouldn’t tell me what the true issue was or what about my multiple pictures was cause for denial vs others?
So AITAH?
2024.06.01 05:48 SomeAmbition_ I miss my therapist and I’m not sure what to do
TLDR: worked with my therapist for 15 years and because I’m working through more adult issues now (started together at age 14) she’s asked me to find someone new. I miss her. I miss the safe space of her office. I’m just struggling with it. Feel free to comment even if you only read the TLDR I just need feedback
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Wow about to hit post and realized this is so long.. I’m really sorry. I started writing and couldn’t stop. I’m posting it but I don’t expect anyone to read the whole thing.
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Hi everyone, this is tagged as support but advice is also totally welcome.
I started working with my therapist when I was 14. I’m 29 now. We’ve met once or twice a week since we started together.
June of last year I started ketamine therapy which opened my eyes to some addiction issues I was having with my adhd medication. I went to rehab. I came out and was struggling a lot and unintentionally drank everyday for 3 weeks. Like I truly didn’t realize how badly I was doing.
When I tried to stop within an hour I was already in withdrawal and realized I might be at risk of a seizure so I went to the hospital. Detoxed for 6 days and then went straight to an inpatient psych unit.
Long story short while I was in inpatient my therapist said that I needed to find a new therapist because she’s sort of out of her depth with me (she said it much nicer than that but that’s the gist, she’s technically a child/adolescent psychologist and I get that I’m dealing with adult issues). She said after 6 months maybe we could work together again. She said she was cheering me on. (Damn I can’t believe I’m crying so hard writing this lol)
After I left the hospital we set up an appointment to meet in person but I ended up getting sick that day and asked to reschedule. Since then we’ve talked on the phone once and had a good conversation but she won’t meet with me in person.
We’ve done a lot of work around my childhood and I have a lot of trauma based around losing people suddenly. I feel scared and lost and alone. I’ve found a new therapist and he seems like a genuinely good fit but I m having trouble connecting with him because I feel like I just need at least one in person session with my old therapist just to say goodbye for a little and also just to process everything I went through. I can’t believe I fucking cancelled my one shot at being in that room again with her. I’m so angry with myself. I thought we could reschedule. I wish I had known.
For 15 years that office has been my safe space. We would sit on the floor across from each other and talk and I would always hold a pillow. I say this because I’m literally having cravings for the feeling of the rug under my hand or my chin sitting on the pillow. When I worked through trauma things we would “put them away” in this bench thing she has on one side of the room (one of the ones that opens/has storage). I know how childish I sound but so much of our work was around how I missed out on being a child so I think that’s part of it.
I don’t know. I just need support. Everything in me wants to return to that room. Just at least once before I go on this next part of the journey. It would be so helpful in moving forward, but she’s made it clear that’s not going to happen and I don’t want to push or disrespect her boundaries.
I never had a safe space before therapy and with her. I had therapists before but I never felt I could tell them everything. I thought it would be too much. Then we started to working together and I finally had a place where I could walk in and actually make a sense of the world and of what I was feeling. Actually express the emotions to someone who could hold them and be present with me.
I miss her. I miss the room. This sounds pathetic but it’s been 3 months since I’ve left the hospital and the feeling isn’t fading. A lot of nights I find myself crying about it. So I just need to say it to someone who understands. Figured someone on here might. Thanks guys. Sorry again about the length.
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Wow about to hit post and realized this is so long.. I’m really sorry. I started writing and couldn’t stop. I’m posting it but I don’t expect anyone to read the whole thing.
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Hi everyone, this is tagged as support but advice is also totally welcome.
I started working with my therapist when I was 14. I’m 29 now. We’ve met once or twice a week since we started together.
June of last year I started ketamine therapy which opened my eyes to some addiction issues I was having with my adhd medication. I went to rehab. I came out and was struggling a lot and unintentionally drank everyday for 3 weeks. Like I truly didn’t realize how badly I was doing.
When I tried to stop within an hour I was already in withdrawal and realized I might be at risk of a seizure so I went to the hospital. Detoxed for 6 days and then went straight to an inpatient psych unit.
Long story short while I was in inpatient my therapist said that I needed to find a new therapist because she’s sort of out of her depth with me (she said it much nicer than that but that’s the gist, she’s technically a child/adolescent psychologist and I get that I’m dealing with adult issues). She said after 6 months maybe we could work together again. She said she was cheering me on. (Damn I can’t believe I’m crying so hard writing this lol)
After I left the hospital we set up an appointment to meet in person but I ended up getting sick that day and asked to reschedule. Since then we’ve talked on the phone once and had a good conversation but she won’t meet with me in person.
We’ve done a lot of work around my childhood and I have a lot of trauma based around losing people suddenly. I feel scared and lost and alone. I’ve found a new therapist and he seems like a genuinely good fit but I m having trouble connecting with him because I feel like I just need at least one in person session with my old therapist just to say goodbye for a little and also just to process everything I went through. I can’t believe I fucking cancelled my one shot at being in that room again with her. I’m so angry with myself. I thought we could reschedule. I wish I had known.
For 15 years that office has been my safe space. We would sit on the floor across from each other and talk and I would always hold a pillow. I say this because I’m literally having cravings for the feeling of the rug under my hand or my chin sitting on the pillow. When I worked through trauma things we would “put them away” in this bench thing she has on one side of the room (one of the ones that opens/has storage). I know how childish I sound but so much of our work was around how I missed out on being a child so I think that’s part of it.
I don’t know. I just need support. Everything in me wants to return to that room. Just at least once before I go on this next part of the journey. It would be so helpful in moving forward, but she’s made it clear that’s not going to happen and I don’t want to push or disrespect her boundaries.
I never had a safe space before therapy and with her. I had therapists before but I never felt I could tell them everything. I thought it would be too much. Then we started to working together and I finally had a place where I could walk in and actually make a sense of the world and of what I was feeling. Actually express the emotions to someone who could hold them and be present with me.
I miss her. I miss the room. This sounds pathetic but it’s been 3 months since I’ve left the hospital and the feeling isn’t fading. A lot of nights I find myself crying about it. So I just need to say it to someone who understands. Figured someone on here might. Thanks guys. Sorry again about the length.
2024.06.01 05:30 Decent-Relation275 My therapist’s bizarre choices
I (34/f) have CPTSD, abuse/torture survivor, estranged from all family.
My therapist who saved my life has seen me pro bono for the past twelve years (started at 22). I achieved a lot with her help- about to propose my dissertation, got married- but now I feel incredibly alone and confused.
My therapist has had a very unconventional way of treating me, and it took my friend in her own PhD program in clinical psych challenge some of the appropriateness of what my therapist did. When I brought it up to my therapist, she got very defensive (eventually coming around) but this illusion that I was somehow truly special to her was fully shattered.
Here’s what she did:
Started with a “barter” system because I didn’t have much money, in which I worked as her research assistant and even underwent physiological tests as her participant, before going fully pro bono
Attended my undergrad graduation
Offered me the chance to cat sit at her house for pay while she was out of the country for a few days. I accepted because I wanted to pay her back for taking me on for free, and she offered for me to sleep in her guest room for a couple of nights while I took care of her medically vulnerable cat. I took care of the cats, staying in her guest bed, but didn’t take the money.
When I moved across the country for grad school I felt so much love and gratitude that I cried and said I wish I could take care of her when she was old. She said, “Why can’t you?”
When I arrived to her home office for sessions her husband would hang in the living room with me and shoot the shit while she wrapped up with other clients. He called me “The Kid”. I didn’t have a car at the time and he drove me to the subway after sessions.
She friended me on Facebook when she was promoting a book she published and she’d always emoji react to my posts, sometimes telling me to be careful and other motherly things such as when I posted a photo of cliff jumping.
I was in Ethiopia for work, in a refugee camp, and witnessed severe mistreatment and whipping of a donkey. I reached out to her by text (she hasn’t told me not to) and she sent a very encouraging and supportive text back to basically be strong and remember the greater purpose of why I’m there, closing with “And know that I love you.”
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My friend began raising questions about all of this and talked to her own therapist who called it it totally nuts, saying she was troubled and is enacting a parental fantasy and is clearly getting something out of it (she has no kids herself). I panicked that the one healthy adult who ever showed up for me might be screwed up too. So I brought it to my therapist (admittedly over a barrage of several dysregulated but kind consecutive emails trying to understand), and asked her for an emergency session. She responded saying “your friend is convinced of my professional failings and has clearly sowed seeds of doubt in you. I can’t change your mind when she is now a part of your treatment. I am busy for the next couple of weeks with the end of the semester and the dance recital I’m choreographing. And right now, everything I seem to do is currently being filtered through the lens of my inappropriate and sloppy boundaries. With kind regards.”
We met a couple weeks later and when I brought it up she said “I don’t need you to take care of me when I’m old” and “you made it sound like when you cat sit that I invited you to hang out in the bedroom with us while we were in bed.” It made me feel really ashamed, and then I wondered why I felt so ashamed bc I only listed the facts to detail why I felt like I felt special somehow. At the following session I brought this up and she was apologetic and reflective, saying she hurt me and confused me with her behaviors, that she regards me as just her “patient.” She said that all the behaviors stemmed from an impulse to rescue, that she saw how much I was suffering and wanted to alleviate it. She said that sometimes the rules of the APA don’t apply, that they allow no flexibility, that she thought I needed a little more, that she’d be under fire if they learned of all of this but that they wouldn’t understand because they don’t take into account the individual or understand complex trauma. I reassured her that I would never report her (because she DID really freaking help me, and I do really love her). She said thank you.
I have compassion for her reckless compassion— I get that way too. My life has been sad and she wanted to make me feel cared about. But I was imagining that I could one day know her in a real world capacity and I’d have gone to my grave living with this illusion. I thought I’d be able to take care of her in old age. She was the only adult I ever had show up and care for me, and I just feel so confused. Was this normal? Am I exaggerating? In so many ways she has also been an incredible rock for me, and nothing she did above was cruel or anything, just confusing… so I feel like an ungrateful brat. I think many people dream of their therapist telling them they love them. For me, it’s just the boundaries feel so murky I didn’t know where I stood, and the pain comes not from active abuse but from the crashing down of what felt like overpromising.
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My therapist who saved my life has seen me pro bono for the past twelve years (started at 22). I achieved a lot with her help- about to propose my dissertation, got married- but now I feel incredibly alone and confused.
My therapist has had a very unconventional way of treating me, and it took my friend in her own PhD program in clinical psych challenge some of the appropriateness of what my therapist did. When I brought it up to my therapist, she got very defensive (eventually coming around) but this illusion that I was somehow truly special to her was fully shattered.
Here’s what she did:
Started with a “barter” system because I didn’t have much money, in which I worked as her research assistant and even underwent physiological tests as her participant, before going fully pro bono
Attended my undergrad graduation
Offered me the chance to cat sit at her house for pay while she was out of the country for a few days. I accepted because I wanted to pay her back for taking me on for free, and she offered for me to sleep in her guest room for a couple of nights while I took care of her medically vulnerable cat. I took care of the cats, staying in her guest bed, but didn’t take the money.
When I moved across the country for grad school I felt so much love and gratitude that I cried and said I wish I could take care of her when she was old. She said, “Why can’t you?”
When I arrived to her home office for sessions her husband would hang in the living room with me and shoot the shit while she wrapped up with other clients. He called me “The Kid”. I didn’t have a car at the time and he drove me to the subway after sessions.
She friended me on Facebook when she was promoting a book she published and she’d always emoji react to my posts, sometimes telling me to be careful and other motherly things such as when I posted a photo of cliff jumping.
I was in Ethiopia for work, in a refugee camp, and witnessed severe mistreatment and whipping of a donkey. I reached out to her by text (she hasn’t told me not to) and she sent a very encouraging and supportive text back to basically be strong and remember the greater purpose of why I’m there, closing with “And know that I love you.”
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My friend began raising questions about all of this and talked to her own therapist who called it it totally nuts, saying she was troubled and is enacting a parental fantasy and is clearly getting something out of it (she has no kids herself). I panicked that the one healthy adult who ever showed up for me might be screwed up too. So I brought it to my therapist (admittedly over a barrage of several dysregulated but kind consecutive emails trying to understand), and asked her for an emergency session. She responded saying “your friend is convinced of my professional failings and has clearly sowed seeds of doubt in you. I can’t change your mind when she is now a part of your treatment. I am busy for the next couple of weeks with the end of the semester and the dance recital I’m choreographing. And right now, everything I seem to do is currently being filtered through the lens of my inappropriate and sloppy boundaries. With kind regards.”
We met a couple weeks later and when I brought it up she said “I don’t need you to take care of me when I’m old” and “you made it sound like when you cat sit that I invited you to hang out in the bedroom with us while we were in bed.” It made me feel really ashamed, and then I wondered why I felt so ashamed bc I only listed the facts to detail why I felt like I felt special somehow. At the following session I brought this up and she was apologetic and reflective, saying she hurt me and confused me with her behaviors, that she regards me as just her “patient.” She said that all the behaviors stemmed from an impulse to rescue, that she saw how much I was suffering and wanted to alleviate it. She said that sometimes the rules of the APA don’t apply, that they allow no flexibility, that she thought I needed a little more, that she’d be under fire if they learned of all of this but that they wouldn’t understand because they don’t take into account the individual or understand complex trauma. I reassured her that I would never report her (because she DID really freaking help me, and I do really love her). She said thank you.
I have compassion for her reckless compassion— I get that way too. My life has been sad and she wanted to make me feel cared about. But I was imagining that I could one day know her in a real world capacity and I’d have gone to my grave living with this illusion. I thought I’d be able to take care of her in old age. She was the only adult I ever had show up and care for me, and I just feel so confused. Was this normal? Am I exaggerating? In so many ways she has also been an incredible rock for me, and nothing she did above was cruel or anything, just confusing… so I feel like an ungrateful brat. I think many people dream of their therapist telling them they love them. For me, it’s just the boundaries feel so murky I didn’t know where I stood, and the pain comes not from active abuse but from the crashing down of what felt like overpromising.
2024.06.01 04:58 1Soh I'm actually sleeping better now these days than I have in oh, idk, 20 fucking years! 😝
And it's all thanks to my due diligence, my breathing, and a bloody thirsty need for a stranger's eye ball! Let's call it (yea, I said IT!) One Eyed Willie! Ahem, pls don't quote me on this.. Deny deny deny! But seriously.. listen.. 👂 Gunning for THAT Left Eye!
I got myself in a helluva lotta trouble with this creepy, I did! Still, I shall fight! Fight fight fight to the fucking DEATH!! 🤺 ⚔️ Fancy a friendly go in the hay? Hey! Am walkin' here!
I'm also so sick of emails. Reading them.. writing them and sending them.. Sick of being tagged in them.. don't fucking @ me fer nothing! I get the notifications on my cell... ooooh, hate it! Not when I'm away from my desk! Gasp, not on MY weekend! 😱 Shivers.. me Timbers.. pls. don't. Teams, too!
Am wearing me jailbird sleeping pants! You know .. the once gathered at the ankle. Thyer my fav! I have them in pink as well. 🥰 If you Google jailbird pants, you'll get the gist.. lol. 💋
I don't ave much to say tonight, so I shall leave you all with this cryptic note... The one who is the fattest shall breath the last. Annnd w that, I shall take my leave.. (aka, my lil smokey-smoke nighty night cap)
Are we smoking bud? Ugh, don't ask me how or why I started. And so late in life! I hate, ohhhh, hated the smell of it growing up, wouldn't touch it! Now there are dispensaries on damn near every block in the neighborhood! Found myself gravitating towards the one round the corner. I started w something super cheap, $20 bucks like. Alien life sherbert-something.. Now I'm all about London Pound Cake.. Sheesh, this stuff helps me sleep like a rock. Like a fucking baby! I haven't slept this well in over ... 20... years
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I got myself in a helluva lotta trouble with this creepy, I did! Still, I shall fight! Fight fight fight to the fucking DEATH!! 🤺 ⚔️ Fancy a friendly go in the hay? Hey! Am walkin' here!
I'm also so sick of emails. Reading them.. writing them and sending them.. Sick of being tagged in them.. don't fucking @ me fer nothing! I get the notifications on my cell... ooooh, hate it! Not when I'm away from my desk! Gasp, not on MY weekend! 😱 Shivers.. me Timbers.. pls. don't. Teams, too!
Am wearing me jailbird sleeping pants! You know .. the once gathered at the ankle. Thyer my fav! I have them in pink as well. 🥰 If you Google jailbird pants, you'll get the gist.. lol. 💋
I don't ave much to say tonight, so I shall leave you all with this cryptic note... The one who is the fattest shall breath the last. Annnd w that, I shall take my leave.. (aka, my lil smokey-smoke nighty night cap)
Are we smoking bud? Ugh, don't ask me how or why I started. And so late in life! I hate, ohhhh, hated the smell of it growing up, wouldn't touch it! Now there are dispensaries on damn near every block in the neighborhood! Found myself gravitating towards the one round the corner. I started w something super cheap, $20 bucks like. Alien life sherbert-something.. Now I'm all about London Pound Cake.. Sheesh, this stuff helps me sleep like a rock. Like a fucking baby! I haven't slept this well in over ... 20... years