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Maybe it's just me thinking this but since this guy left the game has had shit show after shit show.
The anniversary event screw up was bad but not to the point it made anyone leave, and the compensation was bad and even had to be re-thought over because they made people BUY the free milestones, but they changed it and made people happy enough. Now the game is just full of bugs, some old ones still not fixed, and other stuff like:
Forge not evading even though he has been out since December
Iron patriot doesn't assist the cabal unless placed in a certain order, which is what I experienced myself the other day in the OML event.
The new raids being messed up and put out too early WITHOUT testing anything again.
The T4 situation where people are getting less T4 now, and they said it would be an increase in T4 rewards. Personally, I thought they were just going to ADD T4 to spotlight raids giving us the daily T4 from incursion and spotlight raids, as well as the seasonal rewards from raids every 2 weeks, but no they took them away for no reason.
The refusal to go back over old game modes and sort them out even though this is what new players will see and force them to leave because of how bad they are.
Gold cost got increased with crimson gear out and level increase but no gold income increase at all.
The new legendary being gated by star requirements, even though they changed this outdated system for a fairer gameplay system a couple of years ago.
Milestones getting worse each time, F2P used to be able to do all milestones as long as they were in the game a lot and the whales and krakens had the leaderboards, but now they can't even get close to the end any more
Mephisto rework because krakens didn't like the fact that he was the most broken thing in the game already, and beats all teams on offence and most teams on defence, no, they had to have him beat everything on defence as well, even Cabal within their own game mode CC...
Do you remember when Tadano Mac did DD for the first time? They put his name in game in the background of one of the maps, the one where you fight on top of a building, it's on a billboard. They gave BRB 3 diamonds on OML AND gave him 7 yellow 7rs on him on top, when everyone else can't get past 5 yellow 2 RS right now...
The game has become a kraken only game, and each blog post seems to get worse and worse and make this game unbearable to play as of late. I'm by no means a F2P player and months ago I would go as far as I was a bit of a dolphin/whale, until I thought there was no point any more in buying offers because the game is just not enjoyable any more, and all I buy now is the passes to keep me a flout

My whole life I have struggled to live without considering what everyone else thinks or feels about it. Like I can't stand having someone around me upset and ill go through great lengths to help them, often at the expense of myself. I can't miss events even tho I am disabled and will push myself to the point of vomiting from exertion to make sure I go to things that loved ones want me to. I will pretend i am perfectly healthy, when i am in fact in a wheelchair with chronic illnesses, so i dont disappoint or inconvenience anyone. I can't even do therapy because I will pretend I'm cured to make them think they're doing a good job and that I'm not failing them when their methods don't work. I do the same with my psych because I won't admit that the meds aren't helping until I eventually explode and am in crisis from it all crashing down on me and we have to take me off the meds and start over. I hear every noise, every tone change. I simply cannot stand the idea of upsetting or inconveniencing others. I can't watch what I want or play games I want because I want the other people around me to not be bored and so they can use the TV and Xbox. Like everything I do is in service go others. I am exhausted and overwhelmed constantly keeping track of how everyone around me feels and what I can do to make sure they are all happy around me, often hurting myself. I can't feed or bathe myself and I refuse to ask my husband because he works and is tired and will go long periods of time with my needs not being met to prevent inconveniencing him. He works for 12hrs a day and so I will lay in bed in the dark because I'm too disabled to help myself but will also refuse to ask for things when he is home. Like this is clearly a problem as I am putting myself in actual danger to please and satisfy others and it feels uncontrollable. Like monitoring everyone's emotions is easier than remembering to breathe. There has even been so many times I will refuse a very necessary ER visit because I don't want to inconvenience my husband with the visit. I once ended up in the hospital with multiple acute organ failures due to pushing off my problems and masking the pain from them so nobody even knew I was struggling. Can someone please help me? What's wrong with me? Does anyone else experience this? I just want to stop....I have no friends and am shutting everyone out because it's too exhausting to have people around just for me to constantly try to please them.

(There might be a few or more typos cause I didn't proof read. It's noisy here currently.)
*I consider myself as an ambivert. Perhaps it could just be a mental dysfunction that I am not aware of, but even as I enjoy social interactions and try to find every chances to bond with my friends, I am often paranoid with the words I use or the way I talk. Making me come off as quiet and aloof, when in reality, my brain is just struggling to convey my thoughts into a coherent statement rather than a dislike to talking. In chat, where everything could be thought out before delivering the message, people often get surprised on how much more talkative I am as opposed to in real life. I honestly just can't leave a message without making response- even if it's as dry as the sahara dessert, I find ways to continue the conversation until I would notice that the other is no longer interested or is busy.
*I talk to my self alot. Or in other words, I have a rich inner monologue and a vivid imagination, but unfortunately, its a product of my elusive identity that I've lost throughout my development due to expectations being instilled upon me. This trait is instinctual to me now- I observe the way I act and react to certain situations and as much as possible I try to understand it by putting it to coherent words and reflect how much I identify what I concluded. It's not always reliable however- as someone with idols, I exaggerate certain parts of myself or try to mimic those I admire so I could be percieved like my idols do.
*My imagination delves into the macabre. Edgy, yes, but it something I do not pride over and tell lightly even to whom is close to me. I am very aware that topics that tests certain boundaries is something that I should tread carefully, and may be considered as unhealthy if unchecked. But even as much as I entertain it through mediums of art, I constantly remind myself of what should be just fantasy and what is actually reality. My true intentions for such thoughts is not for pleasure, but of genuine curiosity. Particularly, how much can I test the limits of my imagination and render them into fascinating pieces?
*I find it easy to create solutions to problems, but I'm terrible in executing them. It's ironic, when I create plans short term and long term that is neither restrictive nor too carefree- somehow, I still find ways to fuck it up due to paranoia. The constant worrying that "What if I do something wrong and make it worse?" Is like a parasite the I cannot get rid of to the point of forgetting that I'm midway performing an action and just drop it all together. But when I suggest solutions towards other people's problems similar or not, it's always effective in someway. It's frustrating.
*I have a complicated relationship with emotions. I am inexpressive in real life. People have a hard time discerning what I feel cause I don't express it very well, and I've been told that I often look like I percieve everyone as lesser than me from afar. Which does hold truth in some degree, with pride and all- but I actually can't hurt another person even when the situation needs it. I always consider the outcome where everyone benefits and grow- even losing a piece of myself in the process to accommodate to what others expect from me. Though, lately, I've become less attuned with my emotions and I find myself becoming more irritable and intolerant of people getting in my way. I also never form emotionally close bonds with others, not even family. I care about their well-being, i would do my best to upkeep our connection, but the thought of losing them is something I do not worry myself of. My relationships are always coming and going, cause I've learned to think that grieving over them wouldn't create much of an impact for my future. I can choose to be nostalgic over them, but not to feel sorrow over it. I think is mostly because my views clash alot with my environment. They're just not my people, family or peer. So why waste the energy to try and mold myself into someone I'm clearly not?
*My driving force is fear and pride. I hate for others to look down on me and think of me as less or treat me so childishly. I also am very competitive and dislike the thought of anyone else being better than me. If used recklessly, I would've been a toxic person, but its honestly where I find motivation in doing better. When I come in second, it hurts alot, yes. But I don't throw a tantrum over it, I just think to myself "then just do better." And I try no matter how much I stumble. Either way, I really want to be percieved as a strong and reliable figure. I like being the centre of attention. I like vanity and the thought of being admired- and one of my dreams are not born out of passion, but the desire to influence my surroundings and create an admirable name for myself.
*in the contrary, even with my flaws and detachment to my connections and in a way- emotions plus my unwavering sense of pride. I am a dreamer myself. A hopeless romantic even. there's one part of me, where i like to think of myself as an artist who has yet to find their muse. And when I do- I want to dedicate my whole life capturing the essence of my muse. I want to create letters and poems that would convey their radiance with each syllable, to paint in canvases with a picture that tell tales of the emotions they would evoke out of me. And I want to be their biggest supporter. I want to spoil my muse with gifts and affection. I want to pay attention to the very little details of their person and craft perfect dates with them. To make my muse the happiest person in the world, is an accomplishment that nothing could surpass.
*I'm aware that both dreams are idealistic and near impossible. But I don't like the thought of wasting my very potential and not do anything with my hands to create or influence reality. What if I could make a break through? Impact another person's life for the better? These possibilities shouldn't just stay within the recesses of my mind, I need to atleast try and work my way towards it. Even if the process is long and I wouldn't be able to make it- atleast I know I didn't waste my time just dwelling.

Every morning at our company we have a morning meeting. During this morning meeting our lead had told us that we had left on a piece of equipment the previous day and that we would not be told what was left on but if it happened again we would be written up. We waited for our lead to finish what he was saying and then asked what had been left on and our lead became upset ( I like the guy alright, but he is a cocky s.o.b ) but told us at which point another employee accused the lead of possible sabbatoge which lead to verbal altercation between the employee and the lead. (This employee and the lead have a long history of friendship outside the workplace i.e. the altercation was more personal than work related imo)
Later that day we were all called into the managers office where he proceeded to tell us that we were disrespectful to the lead and himself by asking questions. (This statement and all the previous statements were made with managers voice raised above normal speaking volume) One employee asked for HR to be present during the conversation which the manager refused because we were not being disciplined. (At will employemnt / right to work state) This conversation quickly escalated into a screaming match between the manager and the employee who asked for HR. Myself and the employee involved in the original altercation tried to remove the very upset employee (ex military/PTSD/clearly having an episode) away from manager but the manager insisted that the employee be allowed to "say what he needed to say". Dude was screaming and shaking angry. Anyways this gave me an anxiety attack so I removed myself from the meeting.
Were we wrong for asking what equipment was left on? Imo I can't fix it if I dont know what I am missing and I dont think asking is inappropriate considering we were threatened with reprimand if it wasn't fixed.
There are daily threats of write ups for different things at this place and a new rule almost weekly. Since I've been there they've changed our daily arrival time, our break time, and a ton of other rules and regulations and it's difficult to keep up with all of it. They've placed me a 5.1 woman into an area where I'm lifting an awkward 50 lbs bag up to 36 times per shift some days and putting me into a supplied air suit several times a week while the men here keep easy positions with way less lifting and no hot supplied air suit in 90 degree weather. I am also exposed to the most dangerous chemicals. I am lowest in seniority therefore I am paid the least but exposed to the most and have the most physically demanding job in the plant. Needless to say I'm searching tirelessly for another job but I just want to know if I'm being dramatic or if this place is being poorly managed?
For reference I was manager for about 6 years prior to working here (for much larger companies, this one is very small) and I know how frustrating it is when employees question you but I rarely had issues like this. I would never put a woman in a heavy lifting position (even if she was capable) and I always explained rule changes or any threat of write up to my employees and heard out any questions or suggestions they might have. I've also never denied an employee HR if they requested their presence so this shit seems really wrong to me.

Had this idea bouncing around in my head about the little ferret guy, Etholin Esila. I figured with him being a 'merchant lord' he'd want to start cutting deals with Emma once the initial curiosity and amazement over Earth tech would have passed. Not sure where this is going, if anywhere, but just wanted to get it out of my head and onto 'paper'.
Thanks to u/DndQuickQuestion for helping with feedback on earlier drafts.
Afternoon Transgracian Academy of Magical Arts
The hulking minotaur loomed menacingly over me. "Crawling along the floor suits you well, Merchant Lord Etholin Esila!” it boomed in an intimidating baritone. “Merchant Lord, pfah! Even a mangy cur such as that Mercenary Prince has a legacy of valor and martial prowess behind his dubious title, but you?”
An accusatory finger was jabbed in my direction. “Nothing but puffery and bluster to buttress your status as a glorified shopkeep! Your ilk claims to broker fair trade between the Realms, but those with integrity and honor recognize the deceit you employ to conjure false value from nothing." It was difficult to tell if Lord Auris Ping's tirade was aimed more at myself, the Esila clan, or the concept of inter-realm commerce in general.
At the moment, I was more concerned with herding my scattered belongings back into my satchel. While rushing to my next appointment, I had the dubious privilege of colliding with this mountain of a brute. Naturally I was on the losing side of that contest, and was sent tail over head to the floor, scattering the contents of my school satchel across the polished granite. Not one to pass up the chance at a crass display of dominance, Lord Ping had launched into the rant that everyone in earshot was currently enduring.
"Look at you, scrabbling on the floor to fetch your little trinkets, a fitting match for your base and covetous nature!" Fairly pedestrian, as far as character assassination went. I’d been called far worse while helping Father with trade negotiations, sometimes at sword or stave point. One had to develop quite a thick hide when engaging in cross-realm commerce. Especially with many realms having rather… absolutist opinions about the value of goods, like Lord Ping here. But I had zero interest in contesting his assertions, despite how idiotic they were.
Haggling or arguing with Pronarthians was a singularly wretched experience. They were infamous across the Realms for their single-mindedness and a compulsive need to have the last word that bordered on lunacy. I didn’t have the patience for the endless ingratiating flattery required to bore through such stubbornness. If that wasn’t enough, a gentleman of my stature also had to consider Pronarthians’ sizeism; specifically their intrinsic respect for the larger and taller races.
And that was merely the average Pronarthian! Arguing with a belligerent lout, accustomed to deference as Lord Ping? I'd sooner try my hand at flying out the nearby window. At least the loamy soil below would give me a fighting chance, or a jagged rock would grant me the mercy of a swift end.
Instead, I busied myself putting my things in order, taking special care with one item in particular. It was a set of memory crystals I received from the Earthrealmer, Cadet Emma Booker. It was part of a ‘transdimensional cultural exchange pilot program,’ as she had described it with her nation’s peculiar bureaucratic jargon. I had previously conducted similar transactions in my initial dealings with Cadet Booker, and it was those first tentative steps that convinced me to make Cadet Booker a full-fledged premiere trade partner of the Ocean Breeze Trading Company, the pride of the Esila clan.
The myriad tomes and treatises from Earthrealm, such as the riveting "The Wealth of Nations," amply demonstrated that Earthrealm had an extremely sophisticated understanding of commerce, finance, and logistics. But it was the ‘video archive footage,’ transferred onto memory crystals for ease of viewing, that convinced me at a visceral level that these Earthrealmers were a sound investment. I felt it on my whisker-tips, as the commoners back home would say.
"May I offer a helping hand, Lord Esila?" inquired a familiar voice. I looked up to see a scaly, clawed hand extended toward me. “And perhaps a sympathetic ear? After all, that was a rather nasty bit of slander from Lord Ping, would you not agree?”
Wonderful. This nonsense again.
While I had been lost in thought contemplating Ocean Breeze’s latest windfall, Lord Ping seemed to have lost interest and resumed going about his business. Taking his place, as always, was Lord Qiv Ratom, ever ready to sift through the rubble of Lord Ping's latest ham-fisted antics for personal gain. "You will find that my views differ considerably from Lord Ping's. I, for one, admire the manner in which you extract value from your trade partners. After all, does it not require skill and cunning to convince the customer that your wares are worth far greater than their true value? Such nuance and subtlety is lost on the likes of Auris Ping, content to strong-arm what he desires from others."
I paused for a moment, at a loss for words. His tone suggested his 'praise' was sincere, but only stoked my ire further. What in the thrice-damned Hells did he think he was accomplishing? Did he really think that telling me, "Well, I still regard you as a thief, but I APPRECIATE your thieving nature, unlike that uncouth lout!" was going to win me over? Dealing with parties with this attitude to commerce and trade was tedious at best. But ever since making acquaintances with Cadet Booker, whose people's understanding and appreciation of commerce rivaled the Nexians, dealing with the likes of Ping and Ratom was nigh UNBEARABLE.
I rattled off the usual rigmarole we used at Ocean Breeze for clients we wished to keep at arm's length. "With respect, Lord Ratom, the value of the goods we sell is determined by the customer's needs and circumstances. The merchants of my clan arbitrate prices taking such factors into consideration. We see it as our responsibility to provide equitable trade that is not only beneficial to all parties, but also provides fair compensation for the tradesmen involved in executing the transaction."
"But of course, it is as you say," replied Lord Ratom with his signature oily charisma. "Fair and equitable trade, according to the customer's circumstances. Thus, you are but a facilitator of the Fates, a most humble tool of Destiny itself. And one who collects a respectable commission, at that," he continued. He stopped short of winking conspiratorially, but the impish grin playing across his features was a fine substitute. Every mote of my being wanted to shake him until he shed his skin. He continued, "Your... humility aside, my admiration of your clan's cunning and resourcefulness still stands. The insight of one so skilled is always welcome within my inner circle, should you wish to grace us with your presence."
It took all my restraint to not tell him into which orifice he could jam his charity-case friendship offer. After all, I'd been keeping far better and more like-minded company of late. Company that the Baralonian lord was likely dying to ingratiate himself with, given how Cadet Booker and her peer group had taken pains to keep Lord Ratom and his entourage of gossips at arm’s length. Instead, I left the smug reptile’s offer dangling in the air, twisting in the wind for a few agonizing moments while I finished tidying my things. Rising to my feet, I finally replied, "An offer most generous and kind. I will of course, have to consider the circumstances of both customer and merchant. Surely you would not begrudge a humble servant of Fate for waiting for the most auspicious circumstances?" Even at my best, I was hardly a master of rhetoric, so crudely tossing his words back at him was the best I could do.
"As you please, Lord Esila," replied Lord Ratom, finally sensing his return on investment wouldn't be worthwhile, leaving me alone to stew in the hallway. Such was the game played among the aristocracy. I looked down at the bundle of memory crystals in my hands, contemplating on their origin, and how Earthrealm could change how the Esila clan, perhaps even all of Rontalis, played the game.
I continued on my way, thoughts heavy once more.
Evening Ocean Breeze Trading Company, Elaseer Offices, Private Chambers
The Elaseer branch office of the Ocean Breeze Trading Company was a modest affair by Nexian standards, a second-storey affair nestled on the edge of the warehouse district. The restrained yet tasteful trappings were a calculated decision of the Esila clan, proprietors of the trading company. A fine balance had to be struck when it came to outward appearances, after all. Some measure of artful decoration was necessary to appease the Nexian eye’s obsession with projecting might and wealth, but not so much that it would attract too much attention.
Only in the private chambers would a guest finally see some personality in the decor, and a generous measure at that. These were the chambers of the nobleman assigned stewardship of these offices, Lord Rikad Esila, uncle to Etholin Esila. Colorful murals with aquatic motifs adorned the walls, highlighted with tastefully matching lacquered panels featuring artwork done in mother-of-pearl inlay. Similar decor was present in the dining room, where uncle and nephew were currently enjoying what Rikad thought would be a leisurely dinner.
CRACK!
The sharp sound rang out loud and clear in the small room, the source being a steamed crab claw, dashed to pieces on a smooth river stone placed between the two diners at the table.
Lord Rikad's branch of the Esila line hailed from the wetlands of Rontalis that opened up into the sea, and they regularly partook of the ocean's bounty. In antiquity, they were known to smash shellfish and other armored morsels against stones they carried with them to lay bare the tasty prizes within. This dining set configuration was a modern interpretation of that old tradition, with a communal stone for guests to open their shellfish.
Of course, such a homestyle service was available solely behind closed doors and shuttered windows and only then to Rikad and his close associates. Here in the Crownlands, such a 'barbarous and unseemly' artifact would be frowned upon by the prevailing Nexian culture and their gold and mother-of-pearl seafood forks that split the shell with a simple tap. But young Etholin labeled that languid dining as a boring conversational backdrop, inferior to the communal excitement of a well-placed strike.
Etholin’s spirited strike had a strong measure of anger behind it, a fact not lost on Rikad. "Steady now, lad. The aim is to crack the shell, not grind it to powder," chided Rikad, an otter clothed in well-tailored robes that melded practicality with muted elegance. He looked aged and gray compared to the ferret-like Etholin, clad in sumptuous silks and embroidery that assertively declared the young lord’s wealth and standing. Etholin hung his head in embarrassment. "Apologies, Uncle. I lost the reins of my temper."
"Well now, aggravated enough to make a mess of my dining set," observed the older gentleman. "It takes a great deal to get your humors churning like this, from my experience. So tell me lad, what urchin needles you?"
"Ugh, more Academy theatrics, what else? With Lords Auris Ping and Qiv Ratom being today’s star players."
"Ah, The Dunce and the Devil," remarked Rikad, nodding with understanding. This wasn't the first time his nephew had related the pestilent pair’s antics. "What two-act farce did they put on this time?"
"Ping opened with the usual blather about merchants being honorless tricksters, with Ratom swooping in to capitalize on the aftermath. Textbook at this point, really," explained Etholin, waving his hand dismissively. "It... it was just the way those two put forward their thoughts. In isolation, each would have been merely irritating. But with one following the other, I was ready to grind my fangs to nubs! To be cursed as a thief on one side, only to be praised as a thief on the other! It was like they were wielding ignorance as one would a greatsword, and managed to cut me with both edges! Gods, I wanted to THROTTLE the idiocy out of them!"
"‘Tis to be expected," said Rikad in consolation. "A great many noble families, even entire Realms at times, came about their status through force of arms or magical prowess, and thus they hold a dim view of commerce as a profession. It is a routine chore for us, navigating around them to find those with less absolutist views on the worth of goods, or more forgiving definitions of 'honest work'. An Adjacent Realm that does not cheat its creditors by altering the weight of its coins or debasing them with base metals and insisting otherwise while hiding behind the safety of their portal is worth its weight in gold."
"Sometimes I feel we ought to cut them out of our affairs entirely and deal with the Nexians, directly and exclusively," mused Etholin bitterly.
"Now, now, though your anger is justified, that's hardly reason for it to take hold of your mind's rudder," cautioned Rikad with a frown. "The Nexians have well-developed philosophies on trade in line with our own, but we only have the resources of a single Realm at our disposal, while the Nexians can leverage the bounty of their never-ending and mana-rich lands. Dealing solely with a behemoth that can devour us with a thought, no matter how frictionless those dealings are, is hardly my idea of a beneficial partnership."
Etholin sighed. "As always, your counsel is sensible, Uncle. Like I said, I lost the reins of my temper in a moment of weakness."
"Don't be so sour on things like this, lad. Our base nature gets the better of us at times, that is the animal within that we all struggle with. That you acknowledged such a lapse and took back the helm is proof that civility prevails. But, enough moping about!" Rikad jumped out of his seat with a little pep in his step. "Looks like we need to guide you back into good spirits, and I know JUST the thing for gentlemen such as us," concluded the elder merchant, twirling his whiskers playfully.
"Somehow I think a night at the theater or music halls will do little for me, Uncle. Or are you suggesting we seek respite at the bottom of a tankard?"
Rikad snorted derisively. "Oh please, I'm not senile yet, pup! Since when has SPENDING money brought joy to anyone worthy of the Esila name?" That made Elothin perk up a bit. Rikad continued, "No, I speak of a PROPER good time, I speak of..."
"COMMERCE!" they cried out in unison, fists held aloft in a triumphant pose. "Does that mean..." began Etholin.
"Indeed, we've just received the latest prototypes for the centralized mana ampoule, linking cords, and so-called 'mana motors'. Perfectly timed with the parts delivery from Cadet Booker not two days ago. Sukie, be a dear and clear this up, and have the remainder bundled up and sent to the young master's rooms at the Academy." Rikad motioned for the housekeepers to clear the table, then ushered Etholin to his private offices where they could discuss business strategy in depth.
Uncle Rikad’s offices were more than just a cozy place where Etholin could get a taste of home. Officially, Rikad was stationed here to oversee the administration of this branch office of the Ocean Breeze Trading Company. In reality, the office was a means to circumvent the Academy's prohibition against students communicating regularly with their home realm. Many aristocratic families employed similar cheats and dodges involving ‘familial duties’ and ‘business obligations’ to skirt the rules. If the Nexians cared about closing such loopholes, they didn’t show it. Perhaps the quaint maneuverings of their lessers amused the elves, who could say?
In this case, Rikad and Etholin were leveraging this loophole to the fullest, as they strategized on how to execute the next steps of their latest commercial venture, which Rikad would then relay to the head offices in Rontalis. As their planning session drew to a close, Rikad remarked on the time. “Well, it would seem that evening has fast become night. You are welcome to stay overnight here, as always, or perhaps you would prefer to retire to the Academy dormitories? Either way, I doubt you’d want to watch an old man doze off in his reading room listening to music.”
At the mention of leisure time, Etholin's eyes widened in surprise, and he began rooting around in his satchel. "Oh goodness, I entirely forgot!"
"What is it, lad?"
"Oh, Cadet Booker has provided us with more of her 'video archive files', transcribed to memory crystal," explained Etholin as he produced the set of crystals from his satchel, perfectly sized for the compact projection device that Rikad kept in his rooms.
"Ah, splendid! Another of the young lady's documentary presentations on commerce? Or perhaps one of her theatrical serials? Both are fine ways to while away the night."
“I’m not sure, but Cadet Booker said we would enjoy them a great deal,” said Etholin as he placed the crystal into the office's projector. As the machine spooled up, a moving image was cast onto the whitewashed wall across the room. As with all Earthrealm recordings, it was entirely mundane, bereft of any sign of manafields. Compared to mana based memory shards, Earthrealm recordings felt like faded sketches. None of that hindered the recording's impact on the viewers.
"Hoh? This is-" exclaimed Rikad, eyes lighting up in recognition.
An Earthrealmer with a thick, lustrous beard strode into view, his confidence and enthusiasm palpable despite the muted colors of the recording. The Earthrealmer’s voice rang out from the projector, carrying that same confidence and infectious enthusiasm like a barker worthy of the title of Grand Master.
Rikad and Etholin cheered in unison.
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Hello, 2month carnivore here, I would like to ask what other things you guys do besides eating meat and fat that gave you massive improvements combined with the diet. Anything that helps counts so don't hesitate and share it.
Here are some things I've implemented while on this diet and tried + positive results.

• Fasting: Started with the goal to do 24h fast, but felt so good I pushed it to 84h fast which I just broke today morning! The reason for that was to increase my BMR (base metabolic rate) which I have messed up with living on calorie deficit for a lot of my life (1500cal a day instead of 2200cal for example) and yes I'm aware calories don't count, but my point is I was undereating.
  
• Sprinting: Found this recently after watching interview Dr Sean O'Mara who explains how sprinting is the most optimal way to get rid of visceral fat. That type of fat is invisible to us and anyone can have dangerous amounts of it even while looking "fit/normal". This type of fat can be in brain, organs and muscles. This blocks blood flow in blood vessels. They mention carnivore diet as a good approach, but sprinting can directly fix it relatively quick.
  
• Iodine: A misunderstood mineral we used to have in our diet long ago that was usually acquired from fish and near coast of animals that ate soil rich in it. I take 20drops of lugols 2% solution, but do your own research. I watched interview of Dr Elizabeth Bright for this knowledge and read up on people using it on product reviews to gain my confidence to do the same. My personal experience it made me 5-10% more energetic and clear minded. This can differ for everyone depending how toxic you are of bromide.
  
• Sea salt: This one most people know, but for some who don't; I use celtic sea salt that is dried and unrefined. More minerals and it's not bleached like table salt. Dr.Brownstein has a book about salt and how it's important to get half to one table spoon a day. Some carnivores do no salt, I use it for the minerals and think it's logical we used to get them from the animals back in the day and it's simply not in the meat we eat this day.
  

Overall as I said I'm not my 100% yet. Had some cheat days as recent as last week with my work dinner, got free hamburger and threw it up during night and had to go home next day after 2h work because I felt so nauseous. Maybe I'm not fully adapted yet and simply need more time. Or maybe it's one of the things I mentioned above that will help me resolve and start thriving. At least I have extra energy everyday to keep finding cool new things that help me move closer to my goal of thriving.

I’ve found that as my depression worsens, especially when I’m like, at the worst points of a really bad depressive episode, my condition is becoming increasingly difficult for my partner to handle.
I feel like I’ve done everything I possibly can. I’ve tried to have open and honest conversations with her about how I feel during these episodes and how those feelings might make me act (very antisocial, agoraphobic, emotionally numb,etc). During these convos I’ve also been honest and clear about what exactly I need during these times, which are primarily just space and patience. However, through no fault of her own because of course, of course being with someone who has such low lows can eventually chip away at you and tire you, I can tell how tired of all of this she is.
We also have regular arguments about this because her and I grew up very differently and she has a much narrower view of mental health than I accounted for - she comes from the type of family that doesn’t quite believe that depression is an actual illness, rather it’s the kind of thing you can fix with good habits like going for runs and stuff. This belief system is obviously no fault of her own because that’s how she was raised, and she is trying to open her mind up to my experiences. But when a belief is so fundamental, there’s often little somebody else can do to change your thinking, and if I’m honest, on top of everything else, I’m growing tired of being her “teacher” if that makes sense.
Because of this, we often have fights where she gets frustrated that there isn’t any visible progress with my mental health. I try to explain in every way that I can that progress for me doesn’t look like a straightforward uphill climb, while I can make progress with how I manage my bad phases (damage control more or less), there will always be days where I’m a little bit worse off. I feel that she doesn’t fully understand this.
I so badly want to be the partner that she deserves. I love her so much and it breaks my heart to see her so unfulfilled in this relationship. Has anybody else experienced conflicts like this in their relationship? If so, how did you go about getting through to your partner so they can fully understand the nature of your struggles, and how do you go about being a better partner? Is it even a possibility?
TLDR: How do you go about being a good partner while struggling with depression?

The world was dark, there was no sense of touch, and there was nothing to see. A sense of touch manifested, a cold and wet floor could be felt. A sense of hearing developed, a deep ringing could be heard. A sense of thought sprung from a mind. "Where am I?" A sense of sight had been acquired, he was in a room, white as far as the eye could see Movement was now possible as the man stood up, he realized that he was standing on water, so pristine and clear and yet there was no reflection.
He could hear his heart beating loudly almost like it was going to leap out of his chest for a reason that he did not know.
After a few minutes, when his body calmed down, the ringing brought by the silence was broken by a voice that said: ”Greetings” The voice sounded distorted, like it was from a broken radio. He turned around and then looked in all directions, it was only a white room that seemed to stretch for hundreds or maybe thousands of miles, not a source of the sound was seen. "Hello? ” The man asked. ”Hello, you aren't supposed to be awake right now, but since you are let's have chat” The man observes his surroundings and said "Am I in heaven?" "No" It said The man felt like the voice was in his head, like telepathy.
Before he could ask anything more, darkness rapidly engulfed him, he felt weightless like he was on a rapidly descending plane which made him fall to the ground and pass out.
A conversation could be heard, yet the world was in darkness ”Do you know what to do Su?” a man said ”Yes” a voice replied. ”Then do it.” the man said while a woman was screaming in the distance, another voice could be heard, but it was unintelligible and suddenly, a loud thud echoed as if someone had jumped off a building.
The man woke up and felt a rough and prickly sensation. ”Is this grass?” He said as he opened his eyes he saw that he was in an field with hills as far as he could see the sky was incredibly blue, too blue to look real in fact, it was peaceful, too peaceful.
There was a strange pale yellow, reddish object in the far distance, as the man took a closer look, it was a house with yellow walls and a red roof.
After wandering for a few minutes, he decided to begin to approach the house, but it seemed like the more he walked towards it, the further away the house seemed. After a few hours of walking, the house was entirely gone and suddenly, as if somebody covered the sun, it was pitch black and It felt cold, there was a mysterious singular speck of light seen in the distance, the grass also changed and was just a cold and hard surface. ”Could it be freedom?” He thought as he looked at the speck of light in the distance. After a while in there the man was restless the darkness was sickening, the silence was unsettling the light also flickered until it was gone. ”Any sound or anything would be better than this.” He thought. That thought was wrong, because the darkness would be much better than the things that would happen. The thing that happened was a presence and it was behind him and he froze from just it's presence, it's unimaginable what it would look like.
He suddenly unfroze and ran from it with it's footsteps following, it felt like he would die if he turned around, his legs felt numb but his mind kept pushing through like an instinct of self preservation.
He continued running and running and running for what seem an eternity even when the entity's presence was gone, he continued running even when his energy was utterly depleted. Eventually he reaches the speck of light and it was a window, he stopped and turned around but the being was already gone long ago. He walked closer to the window, but his legs gave way and he slowly fell to the ground panting in exhaustion and darkness consumed him again.
When he was conscious again he was in an extremely dark place and he had a bad headache, it was like his head was going to split A few minutes later his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he looked around and he only realized that it reeked of a rotten smell, most likely rotten meat, he also realizes that he was hanging upside down and tied up he only noticed now because he couldn't think of anything else from so much pain his body was in, he inspected that he was in some sort of shed his light source being an incredibly dim moon through a small window that even disappeared when it was covered by clouds, suddenly he fell to the ground and fortunately he didn't land headfirst.
When he got himself in a sitting position he tried to struggle out of the ties but he didn't feel his arms almost as if he was injected with anesthesia. He concluded that the anesthesia wasn't that strong because he could still feel the rest of his body.
The smell was still there but the clouds had covered the moon so he couldn't see where the smell came, but he was certain it was close to him because of its strength. The moon reappeared and he thought that the smell came from behind him, then he saw- "Ah!" He shouted in horror, it was a pair of dismembered arms, the bones were visible and blood was gushing out. There was a warm feeling on his side, like warm water, the moon passed by and shined brighter and it fully revealed that the warm fluid on his side was... Blood, he was not numb in his arms... because they were no longer there. Because of the overwhelming shock and all the other things that happened, he fainted.
The man woke up again in the white room that he first woke up in, it still felt warm the only thing that changed was that there was a barrier surrounding him and it was quite blurry and behind that was a humanlike figure, that figure was a woman. Because of the barrier the woman was quite hard to see, the way he knew it was a woman was because of her voice.
”You're an interesting fellow.” she said ”Ask away while I process your data, don't make it too long though.” The man thought for a few seconds, thinking what to say and asked ”anything?” ”Not really, but I can still answer most things.” She said ”Then what place is this?” He asked ”An interliminal space known as the testing area” The man thought of another question to ask but before he did the woman said ”The data is done, you may proceed” ”To wher-”
Before he could finish his sentence the seemingly endless white room materialized to what looks like a school ground, it seemed empty and the sky felt oddly artificial.
He went to the gate, it was made of slightly rusty iron and the wall was made of brick. Outside looked like a desolate wasteland but he was quite unsure since it was quite blurry, like there was a barrier. He tried to open the gate but it did not budge and the wall was too high to climb. Then he noticed that the entire place was utterly quiet, almost as if abandoned but the whole place was too clean to be, but not even a chirp of a bird was heard. The man goes to what seems like the dorms, not a soul was there too.
A weight was felt in his pockets, he reached into it and discovered that it was a key that had a tag saying.
”Room 13”
The dorm looked normal, with the exception of looking a bit old but well maintained. He eventually found the room of the correct key and unlocked it.
The room that he thought that was his was actually theirs as he noticed that there was a girl on top of the bed bunk, probably asleep. "That's the first person I've seen in this place." He thought ”The first normal one I guess.”
He approached the bed and sat on the bottom bunk, he felt an intense fatigue and laid on the bed and slept.
A woman and a man could be seen talking, the woman was wearing a sky blue dress that flowed magnificently and the man was covered in a dark miasma ”I have told you, I am not a” -bleep- ”So I am unaffected.” a man said ”Then why do you need a se” -bleep- ”stal?” a woman's voice said There were constant high pitched sounds that bleeped certain words in the conversation. ”Either way I will not give you one.” The woman said. The man withdrew a sword which shattered into hundreds of pieces. ”If you will not give me the crystal, then you are of no use to me.” he said as he pointed the hilt of the sword to her, suddenly the shards vibrated and shot straight towards the woman.
As soon as that happened the world went dark and silent.

I recently bought a resin printer and printed a single miniature so far. I have the proper PPE as far as eye protection, nitrile gloves, and a good respirator. I’ve since stopped using it until my work station is 100% where it needs to be as far as safe and clean, and I fully understand the processes of resin printing. I do have some questions I can’t seem to get good, direct answers to, though. They may seem dumb, and make me sound ignorant, so I apologize. They also may have answers and I just didn’t see or find them. So feel free to point me to a link or video if so.
1) Are reusable gloves an option? If so, how do I go about cleaning them off so I can put them back on over and over? 2) Is there a good way to clean off resin if it drops on something it shouldn’t. I had a couple small drops land on my garage floor. Is there a clear cut process for cleaning up small spots? What about bigger ones too? 3) is my garage a decent spot? I understand the ventilation is basically zero. But would opening the garage help? Is the printer harmful sitting in there while it’s off with the garage closed? 4) what’s the best process to dispose of trashed resin or failed prints? Do I need to clean and cure the failed ones then throw them away? Are they safe to just toss in a separate bag not cured?
If anyone has anymore tips, please let me know. I want to do all of this as safely as possible and not end up as an example of what shouldn’t be done.

Hello so Uh...Things have been happening in my life recently that have led me to believe I might be a system but I would rather talk about it with people who know more about it.
So... what led me to this conclusion?

1. For the past 2 months or so I have been dealing with intrusive thoughts that were basically along the lines of "I wish I was plural" and I hated myself for them to no end. They were basically like an impulse I could not stop no matter how hard I have tried
   
2. About 3 days ago, when trying to go to sleep, there was an entire surge of thoughts that felt... detached from me. Like they were not mine. And at that point, out of slight desperation I yelled out in my brain "If someone is there then name yourself" and surprisingly I actually got a name. I am still not sure whether that name was my thought or not
   
3. The next day, a second name started floating around in my brain, completely separate from the first one and unprompted. And It's worth noting I do not know anybody with either of the names that started floating around in my head
   
4. The big one. Today, while trying to go to sleep, I decided to try and "have a conversation" with whatever or whoever was in my head. It was... weird. It wasn't as if I was hearing a clear voice, more along the lines of seeing lines of dialogue roll through my brain. All of these thoughts felt as if they were coming from my brain but trying to forcibly change them to test if they really were mine was met with some resistance. Like I got an anwser and trying to change it proved to be rather difficult. Although they still felt like my thoughts
   

The conversation was short. It occurred as I was playing a scene from one of my stories (writer) in my head and I randomly decided to ask "Are you just an actor who likes playing out those scenes"
I got one no and one yes. And the names that appeared earlier were like... lining up with things.
I focused on the one who gave me a No and started talking. They said that they were here to "Protect me", that they weren't responsible for a dissociative episode I had the same day, and that they are not sure when or why they started existing. The particular quote was "I know you really want to connect me to [Certain traumatic event from my life] but even I'm not sure."
Then I was told to get some sleep.
In the morning I had a small breakdown over whatever I talked to being real or not because I could not communicate as clearly.
At this point I am just... lost. I have no idea whether I might actually be a system or I'm just placebo effecting myself because of my intrusive thoughts. One of my plural friends thinks I might but I don't know. And I fully know reddit isn't the best place but I am legit scared to talk to anybody else.
Any advice is appreciated

Just to make it clear I am a type of girlfriend 30 F I never ask help. And previously me and my partner M/25 have had a few arguments around that with him feeling he isn’t needed and it makes him feel like he is not important to me.
He on the other hand is a type of person to always ask. Every week I pick him up from a friends how’s(15 min one way usually). He is on medical marijuana and won’t drive so every date we go on I drive. He has no problem with constantly borrowing money so he can buy toys. “Hey babe can I borrow 10k so I can buy a car” “5k so I can do this” “2.5k so I can buy a motorbike”
I have never asked for money and have always gone and picked him up even after a 16 hour day at work( my choice I run my own business I’m not complaining about the hours)
Fast forward. I was getting my car paint fixed this week and didn’t have a car for 6 days. For 4 days I needed to get to work and I asked his help. Now, it’s an inconvenience as my work is 50km away from home and takes 45 min one way to get to. However he has the time before and after work to do that. It’s just very inconvenient as he does have physical job.
Now since I never ask for help I asked him to drop me to work as I would much rather spend $130 a day that it cost me getting Ubers on us. He did it twice and then by the time it came to pick me up for the third time he asked me to get an Uber.
I feel like he just chose to get high instead of helping me. I feel like all I do is give and he takes. When it came up in an argument he called me selfish for even expecting him to pick me up and that I am an adult and I should call an Uber.
Now here’s my question. Would you pick up your partner if they didn’t have a car or do you think it’s a selfish expectation from a partner ?
TL;DR Expected my boyfriend to drive me to work when car was getting work done. It’s a long drive and he thinks it’s selfish from me to ask that.

These are reviews of various dictionaries based on my personal experience (though I kinda ran out of steam halfway through):
Unabridged Dictionaries:
Webster's Third New International Dictionary (W3): Basically the unabridged dictionary in the US. A good dictionary overall, but this dictionary is also heavily outdated. This dictionary was published in 1961 and stopped receiving additions to the Addenda (a section at the front where new words or definitions and usages for old ones could be added) in 2002. The Addenda is a bit inconvenient to use, being separated from the main text. Note that the Addenda is where you'll find all the vulgar four-letter words. As for positives, this dictionary has well-written and comprehensive definitions, the most entries of any physical unabridged dictionary (besides the Oxford English Dictionary), and lovely hand-drawn black-and-white illustrations. It has great coverage of words in every area and field and contains even the most obscure definitions.
One oddity of this dictionary is that nearly every word is shown in lowercase, even if it's always uppercase (though initialisms, trademark, and God are the exception to this rule); a label next to the word indicates how often it is capitalized. This makes for a consistent look, but it's overall inconvenient. The definitions also tend to be a bit wordy; for example, consider the definition of "leaf": "a lateral outgrowth from a stem that constitutes part of the foliage of a plant and functions primarily in food manufacture by photosynthesis, that arises in regular succession from the growing point, that consists typically of a flattened green blade which is joined to the stem by a petiole often with a pair of stipules at its base, which in cross section exhibits an outer covering of epidermal cells penetrated by stomata usually more numerous on the lower surface, which has one or more layers of palisade cells beneath the upper epidermis and between these and the lower epidermis a mass of spongy parenchyma cells, both palisade and spongy tissue being ramified by a network of veins, and that is distinguished from a leaflet, cladophyll, or phylloclade by the presence of a bud at the juncture of petiole and stem and from a phyllode by differentiation into blade and petiole" Comprehensive, but a bit wordy and difficult to comprehend.
This dictionary faced quite a bit of controversy over being "permissive" at the time of its release. This controversy was mostly culture war nonsense, and the dictionary is no less descriptive than its predecessor.
This dictionary also has useful usage guidance and synonymies (discrimination between synonyms). Physically, this book is massive but also quite lovely. Overall, most people do not need an unabridged dictionary, but if you need or want one, this is the one you should get.
Random House Webster's Unabridged Dictionary: I found this dictionary somewhat disappointing. First, the positives: the illustrations are nice and the formatting is acceptable. It's a bit more up-to-date compared to W3 (released in 1987 and updated until 2001); however, it's still fairly outdated. However, this still gives the Random House Webster's an edge when it comes to slang and newer terms. The essay on avoiding insensitive or offensive language is a nice addition. However, the definitions are somewhat weak in comparison to W3. For example, regret is defined by Random House as "a sense of loss, disappointment, dissatisfaction, etc." and by W3 as "sorrow aroused by circumstances beyond one's control or power to repair : grief or pain tinged with disappointment, dissatisfaction, longing, remorse, or comparable emotion." In addition, there aren't nearly as many entries as W3. Overall, a decent dictionary, but the W3 is overall the better package.
College Dictionaries:
Merriam-Webster's Collegiate Dictionary: This is the dictionary most people should get. It is abridged from W3 but is more up-to-date, the eleventh edition having last been revised in 2020. Good definitions, nice illustrations, useful usage guidance and discrimination of synonyms. It's not afraid to capitalize entry words like the W3 was. Overall, if you only want to get one physical dictionary, make it this one. It's pretty cheap on Amazon.
Webster's New World College Dictionary: This is the other dictionary most people should get. In comparison to Merriam-Webster's Collegiate, this dictionary also has good definitions and illustrations; the definitions are a bit easier to understand though not quite as precise or comprehensive. It's a bit less descriptive but not by much. Overall, my recommendation is to make this your second dictionary. Best used in conjunction with Merriam-Webster's Collegiate.
American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language: This is a great dictionary. Its strongest strength is its formatting, generous margins, and lovely full-color pictures. Unfortunately, it's no longer in print. Famously, this dictionary contains the usage panel; however, this is more of a drawback than an advantage. The usage advice is subpar compared to other college dictionaries. It also has an appendix containing Indo-European roots (probably its best feature in my eyes). Overall, you can't go wrong with this dictionary even if it's not as good as Merriam-Webster's Collegiate or the New World.
Random House Webster's College Dictionary: An abridgment of Random House Webster's Unabridged Dictionary. All of my criticisms for that dictionary apply here.
Online Dictionaries:
Wiktionary: This dictionary is very up-to-date but the definitions are of varying quality. A very useful feature is the very many foreign words treated here. Also, the section outlining translations of a word into various languages is good. Obscure words are treated here too. Overall, I recommend using this in conjunction with Merriam-Webster Online or Unabridged.
Google Dictionary: This is the dictionary you use if you don't care about dictionaries. The definitions are acceptable. One useful feature is a graph showing the usage of a word over time. However, this offers no usage advice or discrimination of synonyms. Overall, if you don't care at all about the dictionary you use, just use this dictionary.
Merriam-Webster Online: The definitions are the best out of any online dictionary. However, due to Merriam-Webster's standards for inclusion, some more recent words might not be here. This is basically a digital version of Merriam-Webster's Collegiate but more frequently updated.
Merriam-Webster Unabridged: This is basically a digital version of W3 (see my critique of W3 above). It also includes the Collegiate Dictionary, Collegiate Thesaurus, and Medical Dictionary. It solves the main issue of that dictionary which was capitalization of entry headwords and up-to-dateness. Unfortunately, there's a heavy subscription cost though you can get a free one-year subscription at https://www.merriam-webstercollegiate.com/ (though this requires a copy of the Collegiate). This is my overall preferred online dictionary, and I often use it in conjunction with Wiktionary.
Dictionary.com: This is basically a digital version of Random House Webster's Unabridged. My criticisms of that dictionary apply to this one.
American Heritage Dictionary Online: This is basically a digital version of the AHD (see above). My criticisms of that apply here.
If you have any questions or want clarification, feel free to reply to this post.

Hi, anonymous account due to privacy.
I'm at my wits end, I have been having these types of arguments with my now ex gf for the best part of 8 years. I come away feeling like an abusive monster, my self confidence battered, my entire personality in question. I need advice about whether she is right about the way I am, or if she's the one with the issue.
For the last 8 years or so these types of arguments started at least once a week and can last 3 to 5 days. This is a shorter one but the general feeling of this argument is identical to all others before it. Sure, there have been arguments before where I've been at fault, and her clearly at fault. I will admit to it if i do something wrong.
Please can someone settle my mind, one way or the other, and tell me if I'm really the monster she makes me out to be.
[01/06, 11:03] Me: Promised [son] I'd take him down seafront tomorrow and park. So can you make sure his earphones are packed, and if poss some suncream just in case? Hope you're OK
[01/06, 11:03] Her: Shit. This is what I’ve been explaining that I’m going to keep him away from!
[01/06, 11:03] Her: The noise
[01/06, 11:04] Her: This is why we are in today. He isn’t going to cope with the show. I took him last year and it was so awful for him
[01/06, 11:05] Me: Oh. OK. X
[01/06, 11:06] Me: Oops sorry
[01/06, 11:06] Me: I won't then.
[01/06, 11:06] Her: No I’m sorry it’s not you it’s the stress I’ve had trying to sort out my family staying away and not dragging us down
[01/06, 11:06] Her: If you want to take him, then you take him
[01/06, 11:06] Me: He was quite excited about it the other day.
[01/06, 11:07] Her: Just will 100% make sure that I’ve packed his headphones, blankies and that
[01/06, 11:07] Me: But I understand. It's fine.
[01/06, 11:07] Her: Yeah sorry I am a bit stressed this morning
[01/06, 11:07] Her: No [myname] if you want to take him, that’s alright, he’s your son too
[01/06, 11:07] Her: I don’t make all the rules and run everything
[01/06, 11:07] Me: No I didn't want to make it harder for you dealing with it before or after.
[01/06, 11:08] Her: You got a brain….Just make sure he’s actually alright down there and not struggling with the sensory. It’s because it’s crowded and then on top of that with the plane noise
[01/06, 11:08] Her: They practiced yesterday and he shit himself here
[01/06, 11:08] Her: I asked him if he wanted to see the planes and he said no
[01/06, 11:08] Her: No I don’t want you to think I’m just telling you what to do
[01/06, 11:09] Me: No need to say things like I've got a brain, it isn't about that at all. I just said I won't take him because I'm trying to be considerate to you after you've said it'll screw him up. Again trying to come from a place of goodness and somehow I get it wrong
[01/06, 11:09] Her: I’m not at all. I probably didn’t explain it in the best way. Just had [son] going at me all morning. Fucking foul mood. He don’t want to go out.
[01/06, 11:10] Her: No I didn’t mean it like that
[01/06, 11:10] Her: Sorry I’m not doing this. I’ve just bloody explained how I didn’t mean anything by any of that
[01/06, 11:12] Her: No I know you’re coming from a place of kindness. But
[01/06, 11:12] Her: I’m not going to feel like I’m bossing you about, because of the way I wrote my message
[01/06, 11:13] Me: Can't you stop and think for a second that I wrote that WHILE you were writing
[01/06, 11:13] Her: Yeah
[01/06, 11:13] Her: I said sorry.
[01/06, 11:17] Me: You've just made me out to be horrible again, saying things like "not doing this". When all I did was try to be nice. And when I try to reply you send a dozen messages and everything just gets mixed up. I wasn't being horrible or anything in the first place. I'll leave you be, but please bear in mind i wasn't being horrible or funny or anything at all and I wasn't "doing this". Hope you manage to settle down a bit and he behaves better.
[01/06, 11:17] Her: I’m sorry I didn’t mean to
[01/06, 11:18] Her: I think some times that’s a anxiety response
[01/06, 11:18] Her: Yeah and you know what else.. I am me. I send a lot of messages. I own that. Certainly won’t change
[01/06, 11:19] Her: That’s good you’ve probably got other people to talk to now as well. Pleased for you.
[01/06, 11:20] Her: Also can I just say, your message, is a pure example of what I went through last year. When I didn’t say anything wrong.. and I got told very often that you’re not ‘doing this’ now. Hard isn’t it when you read that? Welcome to the world I lived in last year.
[01/06, 11:20] Her: Funny isn’t it, when you’re wanting to talk to me and be with me.. you made sure you were messaging about [son] frequently. Now your head is turned, you’ve not really asked
[01/06, 11:38] Me: Pardon? I do ask about [son]. I've been busy as hell at work as it's half term, haven't been able to ask much at all. I asked yesterday about him. I saw him the day before that but asked about him that evening. I haven't really had a chance today because when I messages about tomorrow a different discussion started. So I don't know where you get your idea of that from. I didn't do anything at all tbh.
[01/06, 11:38] Her: I did say, that I didn’t mean to come across like that. You chose not to listen
[01/06, 11:39] Her: No no that’s fine
[01/06, 11:39] Her: I see what’s going on here tbh. It’s just so you. Find someone else to talk to, instead of healing and that, suddenly change energy and moan to other person about me 👌🏻
[01/06, 11:39] Her: That’s fine do what you want. If it’s true cool, if it’s not, okay 🤷🏻‍♀️
[01/06, 11:40] Me: It's actually a bit hurtful that you said about me not asking about [son].
[01/06, 11:40] Me: Huh what are you talking about
[01/06, 11:40] Me: You've completely lost me. What I'm doing here? What?
[01/06, 11:41] Her: It really dosent matter
[01/06, 11:41] Me: It's so me? I am utterly lost. You're making me out to be doing something and I really don't know what
[01/06, 11:41] Her: Yep course it’s hurtful. Everything what comes out my mouth is hurtful to you.
[01/06, 11:41] Her: I read energy
[01/06, 11:41] Her: You got someone else to talk to
[01/06, 11:41] Her: Hence why I don’t hear from you no more
[01/06, 11:41] Me: Have i? Who?
[01/06, 11:41] Her: Good for you
[01/06, 11:42] Me: What?
[01/06, 11:42] Her: Probably some woman who thinks you’ve been done wrong by me
[01/06, 11:42] Her: And she’ll tell you all the ways that you weren’t in the wrong. And I’ll be slagged off. Which is fine by the way.
[01/06, 11:42] Me: I haven't spoken to anyone other than my mum on messenger! And it's been super busy at work so I've not been on my phone!
[01/06, 11:42] Her: 🤷🏻‍♀️
[01/06, 11:42] Her: Just saying
[01/06, 11:42] Her: Didn’t say I was right
[01/06, 11:43] Me: My mum came down here yesterday on a coach trip and I met her at lunchtime
[01/06, 11:43] Her: That’s really nice I’m pleased
[01/06, 11:43] Her: I’m glad you saw ur mum
[01/06, 11:43] Her: Is she ok
[01/06, 11:43] Me: No you're not bloody right. But you're making me out to be doing something that I'm not.
[01/06, 11:43] Her: I did just say.. I could be wrong
[01/06, 11:43] Me: You're telling me what I'm doing. When you're wrong.
[01/06, 11:43] Her: Fair enough
[01/06, 11:43] Her: Listen to me
[01/06, 11:43] Her: I said I could be wrong
[01/06, 11:44] Her: I did originally say I’m sorry I didn’t mean to sound d like I was telling you what to do with [son]. But you managed to make something out of it by saying I didn’t need to speak like that. I’m well aware.. hence the messages before of me apologising..
[01/06, 11:45] Her: What annoys me is.. you having such a shit reaction to me saying I’m not doing this now. When I really did get laid into when I got upset for saying the same thing last year??
[01/06, 11:47] Me: Right so like I said before, I was writing my message out WHILE you were writing more messages. Hence me never being able to get any point or explanation across to you because by the time I say something you've already said more so what i say is either irrelevant or misunderstood.
[01/06, 11:48] Her: Okay
[01/06, 11:48] Her: Same
[01/06, 12:03] Me: I always try to read what you say. But it's not my fault if i can't write a relevant reply back before you've written multiple messages since I started. I had absolutely no issue with you at all and I've just been made out to be doing all sorts this morning and it's just not fair because I haven't done anything.
[01/06, 12:04] Her: I have adhd. I’m not explaining myself again
[01/06, 12:04] Her: I said you hadn’t done anything
[01/06, 12:04] Me: Not asking yourself to. Just explaining what it's like my position. Or am I not allowed?
[01/06, 12:04] Her: I just said I felt bad for coming across bossy. I dunno you apologise for the way you are, and it’s still not enough 😎
[01/06, 12:06] Her: Can we just stop
[01/06, 12:06] Her: We’ve both explained
[01/06, 12:06] Her: We both understand. Let’s not keep trying to get our last word in
[01/06, 12:06] Me: I know I apologise for the way I am and it's not enough. Never is. I understand you apologised.
[01/06, 12:06] Her: See now you repeating my messages back to me. Heal your shadow self.
[01/06, 12:06] Me: Yes I'd like to stop.
[01/06, 12:06] Her: Trust me
[01/06, 12:06] Her: Ok. I won’t message you again then
[01/06, 12:07] Me: Huh? You literally just said I apologise and it's not enough. I was just agreeing.
[01/06, 12:07] Me: This has nothing to do with healing myself I literally haven't done anything wrong.
[01/06, 12:12] Me: Fine, blame me for it all and blank me as if im the evil monster. Have a nice day. I didn't do anything wrong in the first place.
[01/06, 12:17] Her: Oh okay
[01/06, 12:17] Her: I haven’t blamed you for anything mr.
[01/06, 12:18] Her: I just apologised for perhaps coming across agressively. I’ve just spoken to [son], we are going to listen to the places from outside the front door. I mentioned about tomorrow with you, and he got a bit worried about the planes. So perhaps give me some credit for trying to encourage him to try. I do give you a lot of credit, and it’s often missed and forgotten about
[01/06, 12:19] Her: This whole way of you messaging is completely different tho to the person I spoke to the other day 🤔 just different eh
[01/06, 12:27] Me: How am I different? I'm just me. But you are the one that started this thing off by borderline insulting me and I'm supposed to just lie down and take it? Then I'm a shit person for trying my best to explain myself? I havent said a single bad thing about you yet I'm getting accused of being different? When I've explained to you, work has been super busy. I get the feeling, and have pretty much had it spelled out that you don't want to hear from me anyway so I can't exactly keep bombarding you with messages can I? Because then I'll just be annoying and you'll get pissed off hearing anything from me. I have literally done nothing wrong this morning. I react to your messages which are semi aggressive and your accusations towards me and I get told I'm being shit basically. All I wanted was to ask about [son] about tomorrow and I even said I hope you're OK. Was not being any different to anything, at least until i started having to explain myself.
[01/06, 12:31] Her: Honestly is that the best you have? I apologised. You’ve just kicked in back in my face. I choose not to engage in this back and forth. You need to learn to read, and also take knowledge in what I say to you.
I told you I apologised.. I said I am very stressed this morning. Very. But still you have told me yet again I was agressive.. we know? I’ve said that? Why keep telling me? My apology not good enough?
[01/06, 12:31] Her: Ending this conversation now tbh. I don’t need to be continuously told that I’m such an awful person. I’m really not. Not at all. I’m one of the good ones :)

Is Fasting is mandatory in Quran ,?
I am Arab Qoranist so i will explain this from a Quran only view that Ramadan is optional in Quran not mandatory
Quran in Arabic is clear and had his method to understand it
While the problem with foreign Quran translations is not the Quran but the problem are the sunni translators who corrupt the original text of Quran to serve their agenda so you will find he gaves you what Tabari or Qortobi said about the verse and hide and ignore the original Arabic text
I will show this point of translation in this post about Fasting in Quran
Sunni islam see Ramadan fasting is a clear obligation and one of islam pillar even they go so far to say any muslim who can fast Ramadan but he didnt because just he didnt like it and he is not sick or a traveler he is an apostate and should be killed
Imam Dahabi said
قال الإمام الذهبي في الكبائر: وعند المؤمنين مقرر أن من ترك الصلاة والصوم أنه شر من الزاني ومدمن الخمر بل يشكون في إسلامه ويظنون به الزندقة والإلحا
The Imam Al-Dhahabi said in "Al-Kabair" (The Major Sins): "And it is established among the believers that one who abandons prayer and fasting is worse than an adulterer and a habitual drinker of alcohol. In fact, they doubt his Islam and suspect him of heresy and atheism."
**** Arab Quranism see that Ramadan fasting as an "Optional, not obligatory."
So a muslim who didnt want to fast even he is not sick or a traveler its not a sin but for each day he eat from ramadan he shoud pay a charity to feed a poor person
From what Quranists took this laws ????
The source is the Arabic Quran itself . The key word here is the word used in the verse (((يطيقونه )))) his exact translation is **they are able to do it ** in verse 2:184
.if we look to translation from Quran.com
˹Fast a˺ prescribed number of days.1 But whoever of you is ill or on a journey, then ˹let them fast˺ an equal number of days ˹after Ramaḍân˺. For those who can only fast with extreme difficulty,2 compensation can be made by feeding a needy person ˹for every day not fasted˺. But whoever volunteers to give more, it is better for them. And to fast is better for you, if only you knew.
____so they translated the Arabic word ((يطيقونه ))) to For those who can only fast with extreme difficulty,
While his real meaning is they are able to do it *
So the Real translations from Arabic will be
˹Fast a˺ prescribed number of days.1 But whoever of you is ill or on a journey, then ˹let them fast˺ an equal number of days ˹after Ramaḍân˺. For those who are able to fast (but they didnt ) 2 compensation can be made by feeding a needy person ˹for every day not fasted˺. But whoever volunteers to give more, it is better for them. And to fast is better for you, if only you knew.
So the real meaning of Arabic Quran is it gave you a choice to fast or not but even he gaves you a choice it said its better to fast and if yiu didnt like to fast without any exuse then you should pay for every day you eat you should feed a poor
So Quran said if you fast its better for you except if you are sick or a traveler then you have another days after ramadan
And if you didnt like to fast without any exuse thrn its okay but the poor people should benifit from your choice
This idea is famous among Arab Qoranism even tje Qoranist Algerian Jab El khir he was jailed by sunni presure for a year by saying this in a public TV channel and sunni went mad

The world was dark, there was no sense of touch, and there was nothing to see. A sense of touch manifested, a cold and wet floor could be felt. A sense of hearing developed, a deep ringing could be heard. A sense of thought sprung from a mind. "Where am I?" A sense of sight had been acquired, he was in a room, white as far as the eye could see Movement was now possible as the man stood up, he realized that he was standing on water, so pristine and clear and yet there was no reflection.
He could hear his heart beating loudly almost like it was going to leap out of his chest for a reason that he did not know.
After a few minutes, when his body calmed down, the ringing brought by the silence was broken by a voice that said: ”Greetings” The voice sounded distorted, like it was from a broken radio. He turned around and then looked in all directions, it was only a white room that seemed to stretch for hundreds or maybe thousands of miles, not a source of the sound was seen. "Hello? ” The man asked. ”Hello, you aren't supposed to be awake right now, but since you are let's have chat” The man observes his surroundings and said "Am I in heaven?" "No" It said The man felt like the voice was in his head, like telepathy.
Before he could ask anything more, darkness rapidly engulfed him, he felt weightless like he was on a rapidly descending plane which made him fall to the ground and pass out.
A conversation could be heard, yet the world was in darkness ”Do you know what to do Su?” a man said ”Yes” a voice replied. ”Then do it.” the man said while a woman was screaming in the distance, another voice could be heard, but it was unintelligible and suddenly, a loud thud echoed as if someone had jumped off a building.
The man woke up and felt a rough and prickly sensation. ”Is this grass?” He said as he opened his eyes he saw that he was in an field with hills as far as he could see the sky was incredibly blue, too blue to look real in fact, it was peaceful, too peaceful.
There was a strange pale yellow, reddish object in the far distance, as the man took a closer look, it was a house with yellow walls and a red roof.
After wandering for a few minutes, he decided to begin to approach the house, but it seemed like the more he walked towards it, the further away the house seemed. After a few hours of walking, the house was entirely gone and suddenly, as if somebody covered the sun, it was pitch black and It felt cold, there was a mysterious singular speck of light seen in the distance, the grass also changed and was just a cold and hard surface. ”Could it be freedom?” He thought as he looked at the speck of light in the distance. After a while in there the man was restless the darkness was sickening, the silence was unsettling the light also flickered until it was gone. ”Any sound or anything would be better than this.” He thought. That thought was wrong, because the darkness would be much better than the things that would happen. The thing that happened was a presence and it was behind him and he froze from just it's presence, it's unimaginable what it would look like.
He suddenly unfroze and ran from it with it's footsteps following, it felt like he would die if he turned around, his legs felt numb but his mind kept pushing through like an instinct of self preservation.
He continued running and running and running for what seem an eternity even when the entity's presence was gone, he continued running even when his energy was utterly depleted. Eventually he reaches the speck of light and it was a window, he stopped and turned around but the being was already gone long ago. He walked closer to the window, but his legs gave way and he slowly fell to the ground panting in exhaustion and darkness consumed him again.
When he was conscious again he was in an extremely dark place and he had a bad headache, it was like his head was going to split A few minutes later his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he looked around and he only realized that it reeked of a rotten smell, most likely rotten meat, he also realizes that he was hanging upside down and tied up he only noticed now because he couldn't think of anything else from so much pain his body was in, he inspected that he was in some sort of shed his light source being an incredibly dim moon through a small window that even disappeared when it was covered by clouds, suddenly he fell to the ground and fortunately he didn't land headfirst.
When he got himself in a sitting position he tried to struggle out of the ties but he didn't feel his arms almost as if he was injected with anesthesia. He concluded that the anesthesia wasn't that strong because he could still feel the rest of his body.
The smell was still there but the clouds had covered the moon so he couldn't see where the smell came, but he was certain it was close to him because of its strength. The moon reappeared and he thought that the smell came from behind him, then he saw- "Ah!" He shouted in horror, it was a pair of dismembered arms, the bones were visible and blood was gushing out. There was a warm feeling on his side, like warm water, the moon passed by and shined brighter and it fully revealed that the warm fluid on his side was... Blood, he was not numb in his arms... because they were no longer there. Because of the overwhelming shock and all the other things that happened, he fainted.
The man woke up again in the white room that he first woke up in, it still felt warm the only thing that changed was that there was a barrier surrounding him and it was quite blurry and behind that was a humanlike figure, that figure was a woman. Because of the barrier the woman was quite hard to see, the way he knew it was a woman was because of her voice.
”You're an interesting fellow.” she said ”Ask away while I process your data, don't make it too long though.” The man thought for a few seconds, thinking what to say and asked ”anything?” ”Not really, but I can still answer most things.” She said ”Then what place is this?” He asked ”An interliminal space known as the testing area” The man thought of another question to ask but before he did the woman said ”The data is done, you may proceed” ”To wher-”
Before he could finish his sentence the seemingly endless white room materialized to what looks like a school ground, it seemed empty and the sky felt oddly artificial.
He went to the gate, it was made of slightly rusty iron and the wall was made of brick. Outside looked like a desolate wasteland but he was quite unsure since it was quite blurry, like there was a barrier. He tried to open the gate but it did not budge and the wall was too high to climb. Then he noticed that the entire place was utterly quiet, almost as if abandoned but the whole place was too clean to be, but not even a chirp of a bird was heard. The man goes to what seems like the dorms, not a soul was there too.
A weight was felt in his pockets, he reached into it and discovered that it was a key that had a tag saying.
”Room 13”
The dorm looked normal, with the exception of looking a bit old but well maintained. He eventually found the room of the correct key and unlocked it.
The room that he thought that was his was actually theirs as he noticed that there was a girl on top of the bed bunk, probably asleep. "That's the first person I've seen in this place." He thought ”The first normal one I guess.”
He approached the bed and sat on the bottom bunk, he felt an intense fatigue and laid on the bed and slept.
A woman and a man could be seen talking, the woman was wearing a sky blue dress that flowed magnificently and the man was covered in a dark miasma ”I have told you, I am not a” -bleep- ”So I am unaffected.” a man said ”Then why do you need a se” -bleep- ”stal?” a woman's voice said There were constant high pitched sounds that bleeped certain words in the conversation. ”Either way I will not give you one.” The woman said. The man withdrew a sword which shattered into hundreds of pieces. ”If you will not give me the crystal, then you are of no use to me.” he said as he pointed the hilt of the sword to her, suddenly the shards vibrated and shot straight towards the woman.
As soon as that happened the world went dark and silent.

Is Fasting is mandatory in Quran ,?
I am Arab Qoranist so i will explain this from a Quran only view that Ramadan is optional in Quran not mandatory
Quran in Arabic is clear and had his method to understand it
While the problem with foreign Quran translations is not the Quran but the problem are the sunni translators who corrupt the original text of Quran to serve their agenda so you will find he gaves you what Tabari or Qortobi said about the verse and hide and ignore the original Arabic text
I will show this point of translation in this post about Fasting in Quran
Sunni islam see Ramadan fasting is a clear obligation and one of islam pillar even they go so far to say any muslim who can fast Ramadan but he didnt because just he didnt like it and he is not sick or a traveler he is an apostate and should be killed
Imam Dahabi said
قال الإمام الذهبي في الكبائر: وعند المؤمنين مقرر أن من ترك الصلاة والصوم أنه شر من الزاني ومدمن الخمر بل يشكون في إسلامه ويظنون به الزندقة والإلحا
The Imam Al-Dhahabi said in "Al-Kabair" (The Major Sins): "And it is established among the believers that one who abandons prayer and fasting is worse than an adulterer and a habitual drinker of alcohol. In fact, they doubt his Islam and suspect him of heresy and atheism."
**** Arab Quranism see that Ramadan fasting as an "Optional, not obligatory."
So a muslim who didnt want to fast even he is not sick or a traveler its not a sin but for each day he eat from ramadan he shoud pay a charity to feed a poor person
From what Quranists took this laws ????
The source is the Arabic Quran itself . The key word here is the word used in the verse (((يطيقونه )))) his exact translation is **they are able to do it ** in verse 2:184
.if we look to translation from Quran.com
˹Fast a˺ prescribed number of days.1 But whoever of you is ill or on a journey, then ˹let them fast˺ an equal number of days ˹after Ramaḍân˺. For those who can only fast with extreme difficulty,2 compensation can be made by feeding a needy person ˹for every day not fasted˺. But whoever volunteers to give more, it is better for them. And to fast is better for you, if only you knew.
____so they translated the Arabic word ((يطيقونه ))) to For those who can only fast with extreme difficulty,
While his real meaning is they are able to do it *
So the Real translations from Arabic will be
˹Fast a˺ prescribed number of days.1 But whoever of you is ill or on a journey, then ˹let them fast˺ an equal number of days ˹after Ramaḍân˺. For those who are able to fast (but they didnt ) 2 compensation can be made by feeding a needy person ˹for every day not fasted˺. But whoever volunteers to give more, it is better for them. And to fast is better for you, if only you knew.
So the real meaning of Arabic Quran is it gave you a choice to fast or not but even he gaves you a choice it said its better to fast and if yiu didnt like to fast without any exuse then you should pay for every day you eat you should feed a poor
So Quran said if you fast its better for you except if you are sick or a traveler then you have another days after ramadan
And if you didnt like to fast without any exuse thrn its okay but the poor people should benifit from your choice
This idea is famous among Arab Qoranism even tje Qoranist Algerian Jab El khir he was jailed by sunni presure for a year by saying this in a public TV channel and sunni went mad

I’ve got a beam 2 with 2 One SL surrounds and a sub mini connected to an e-arc TV.
Today I played Bladerunner 2049 on Dolby Atmos. TV/Sonos volume set to 12. Trueplay on. EQ set to 0 for everything. Sub mini volume set to 0. Loudness on.
Right at the beginning there is a lot of bass and some sounds that were a bit too much like distortion without being 100% sure that’s what it is. In particular there’s a wide shot with the car flying over the structures and the words “California 2049” appear. There is a distinct distortion noise at that exact point, not fast enough to be instantly recognisable as a fart and slow enough to mistake for an electric special effect as the letters appear. But if I turn the sub bass down to -8 then there is still bass but that sound is not audible so it’s distortion. And my understanding (could be wrong) is that distortion sounds bad but also damages your speakers, so it needs to be avoided at all costs.
Last night I was watching Ghostbusters who you gonna call with Dolby Atmos with the original settings (sub mini at 0) and tv/Sonos volume on 20 and it was bassy but not distorted and much louder as a result. Today I’m watching with the bass on -8 and it’s noticeably worse than last night.
There is also an Xbox game my kids like called “troll rescue remix” where one of the enemies/hazards you need to get past are speakers with huge bass that pushes you backwards if you don’t hold a button to grab on to the ground. That game makes the sub mini distort really badly unless the sub is on -8 or -10. Absolutely crazy.
Is this just a feature of the sub mini and everyone has to have the app ready to tune each film or game they play (at least for the first time) or do I have a duff unit or am I doing something fundamentally wrong?
Edit **ghostbusters on 18 volume, massive bass, no distortion. Is it certain frequencies mine has issues with. I’ve never had to call sonos support but I’m wondering if that’s my next option.