Hi I (21, female) to get closure from my ex best friend. I was best friends with her since high school. I had a group of friends that we created in high school. Okay so full story is that, there was a guy who liked to flirt and harassed people to the point they were uncomfortable. My ex best friend came to me about this and we had our paragraphs moments back and forth. She started to trauma dump me about everything. I told her I’ll talk to this guy about it and make him apologize to the people he has harassed and set up boundaries. When she trauma dump me I felt overwhelmed because yes I want to help out my friends who are being harassed by this person. He a grown ass guy that should know what are the wrong and rights. Then I had friends leaving me because I was “friends” with the guy who liked to harassed people. I never said I was friends with him. But any ways I wanted to know that part of this semi story. To know the full context.
My best friend and I would talk about everything. The thing is everyone knew she was a bit toxic in her way but I didn’t see it. (Just to let you know I suck recognizing at who bad or good at people.) Until my boyfriend pointed it out to me what she been doing to me and making me feel. Every time I was near her I would feel drained or I would be upset because I felt stressed around her. The group we had were kind of like hypocrites, can’t say that but they can. Like if the gay can say the f word but other gay can’t say it because it wrong. Bad example, but we been having her and I problems. That I haven’t been hanging out with her but when I want to hang out with her she would cancel last minute. She would have a problem with my boyfriend. Saying that he bickering at her or other things. To the point she wrote me so many paragraphs, saying that her and I been taking our path. She saw me as her sister but now she doesn’t. She ended up blocking me for two months and then unblocked me like a couple weeks ago. I just need other perspective. There are other things forgot to mention but please don’t come to get me for it. I can post the screenshot to understand the situation. It just I needed to know if I was the ass in this story. Thank you for listening and I’m really sorry for my bad grammar.

I'm a 34 year old male who gotten in trouble with the law for the first time for no insurance in georgia.I had my car for 3 years had no problem paying my car note. My girlfriend had broken up with me and left me. We always went 50/50 on everything but after she left me I was in such a financial struggle for some months, my insurance at the time was very high for me to pay. When the term ended I couldn't renew the contract. I tried to apply to many auto insurance companies for a few months but everything was even higher than my previous insurance. I've live in georgia for about 9 years now and I failed to educate myself on how severe it is to go without insurance. I never gotten in trouble with the law before so thinking about the severity never came to mind.
2 months ago I ended up getting pull over at a stop light. Officer came to me asking about expired insurance. I just told him the truth about my financial hardship I was going through. He told me that my car would get impound or I go to jail.
He ask for my drivers license to check if I record. He comes back to me and say I have 15 minutes to show proof of insurance. Somehow I gotten extremely lucky to find affordable assurance through progressive.(I've tried progressive many times I never gotten an affordable price before). Took me 10 minutes to apply and gave the officer proof of insurance. He wrote me 2 tickets because one was for expired tags. He told me to go to get my tags right away. My ticket for the tags is $200 which I'm going to pay right away. My court date for no insurance is less than 2 week. Of course I'm a bit nervous and I accept the responsibility of what I've done. I just have no clue what I should say to the judge but honesty. I really don't want a misdemeanor. I know I have no control of that. I'm hoping the judge can forgive me and hit me with only a fine. Right now I'm financially better to keep my car insured because I'm moving to a more affordable home that saves me money and closer towards my job for more overtime hours.

The other day I saw a post about rebates, and I saw that the borrow rate for GME stock is 2.2, while the rebate is 3. This was insane to me, because essentially, the shorts are getting paid 0.8 percent to get a cash infusion.
For those who don’t know, with a short, you are required to borrow money against your money in order to borrow stock (convoluted I know). However, because you receive money, it essentially just generates money and the gap disappears into the ether. This alone is a crime, but it’s made even worse because the shorter gets to collect half the interest on this imaginary money.
So in essence, because interest rates are so high, the shorts get to collect 30,000 dollars a year for every million they borrow. It costs them 22,000 to borrow the stock. They win EVEN MORE because cash is expensive to borrow, so while getting a normal loan is painful, taking out a cash infusion through shorting is a double win.
Now, some other ape validate or undermine my theory, but my thought process is the shorts realize they’re not getting their preferred exit plan, which is bankruptcy, which would result in them never having to pay back their short. Their realization of this is why the 45 million shares sold so easily.
I think they realize that the gme position is solid now, but as soon as interest rates drop, they’re cooked. When that happens, the rebate will be eclipsed by the borrow rate, and money will be much cheaper, meaning they’ll have to pay more for money, which will now be cheap.
I think the plan therefore is twofold:
Option one, the less appealing option, is that the rebate stays low enough for it to be an advantageous position. In this case, we’ll have to slow cook the shorts until interest rates drop and the pain forces them out
Option two, the melt up option, is that the rebate starts to rise as banks change the terms on their margins. We’re seeing some of that now, with rebates dropping to -11 percent. If that persists, the pain on shorts might be enough to force a melt up. They won’t close all their positions at once, because the hedgies wouldn’t be able to afford it. The banks and the government know this, and they’re protecting them from it because it would cause the entire Stock market to tank, and the banks would lose their cash. But the banks and government are willing to slowly draw back their position to ensure their own safety. A melt up would let the banks get their money back and would keep the stock market from dramatically crashing, while steadily forcing the hedgies into worse and worse positioning.
Less regarded apes, please comment or counter on this to validate or de validate

I've assessed both but I can't make a decision. I'm a high school student, graduating soon. In Australia. Here are two options I'm considering, the concerns and the advantages:

• Chemical Engineering

I have some interest in it, but not a lot -- so this is both a plus and a minus. It seems to have great employment rates and pay here. However, I'm concerned about having to go rural and the shrinking manufacturing industry.

• Pharmaceutical Science

I'll mention first that it's not the same as pharmacy. I'm quite interested in it. There isn't any data on the employment rates or pay, but it seems to be better than a Bachelor of Science in a related area. The program allegedly has a focus on employability and I think it does include a lot of experience. Also, the uni I'm looking at ranks #2 in the world and pretty close by, but I'm not sure if that actually matters for undergrad degrees or degrees in general. Probably not a whole lot.
Regardless, I'm concerned that the career prospects aren't very good, even if it seems better than science.
There's also a double degree in both of these actually. I don't know if it's worth it though, perhaps not.
It's difficult to weigh in all the factors and make a decision.
Can I get some advice on this, even if it is general?
Thanks!

Backstory! I’m a single 40 year old woman. I’m on a medical disability, due to multiple debilitating chronic autoimmune diseases. I have a very limited income. I was fortunate enough to have my brother and sister in law give me $5,000 at the time when my Dad died, who also left me $5,000. This $10,000 enabled me to buy a home (down payment), so I wouldn’t be homeless. (There is a massive housing shortage in my province, no where to rent and mass homeless population). I live rurally, due to limited affordability options when buying. I now have $2,500 owing for yearly sewer and property tax. I don’t have the money. (Very medically disabled, can’t work, fixed income and high medical expenses). At this point, I am considering suicide as I don’t have the $2,500. I know my life is worth more than that, but it is bleak and feels hopeless. I will lose my home and end up homeless and I would rather be dead, I think. I don’t know how to have hope, or what to do. I asked rich family members for help when I was taking care of my Dad as he died, and they all refused. I feel there is no one. I know it’s no one else’s responsibility to pay my bills, but as I’m unable… Any ways to magically come up with $2,500? Feels like a massive amount, but also nothing. Death seems like the only solution.

Special Parts
I was born in one of the brightest, most explosive events in the universe. My origin story made me feel so special at first, surely I was the rarest of the rare, but I quickly realized that was not the case.
I was born just a carbon atom.
Stars produce massive amounts of us in their cores all the time, and many larger rarer atoms too. That's not even talking about supernovae yet, those produce atoms many times larger than me and unbelievably rare.
I was created in a rare and special event but I myself was common and unexceptional.
Looking around I saw so many smaller atoms, I was above average but there were also many much larger than I.
I tried to console myself by thinking it could be worse, that I could be one of those smaller common ones, but that just led me to imagine larger atoms looking down on me the same way.
Many atoms of all sizes were shooting into space, excitedly riding the shockwave off to adventures in the great unknown.
Others were falling back down, I didn't know which way to go. Bumped around and tossed back and forth, no clear direction yet.
A rumbling voice slowly emerged from the echoing noise of the blast.
“Mine… Mine…. Mine… “
Louder and louder it became.
“All are now me!“
I couldn't see anything, the voice was booming yet there was no apparent source. I could feel a pull, I was being whipped around in circles around the voice.
“Who are you? I know you are there! I can feel you! I can see your effect on myself and others, we are given no choice but to circle around you. Show yourself! I know you are there!” I yelled at the invisible.
“How amusing you are little one. One as small as you making demands of me. Even if I could show you what I am, you could not comprehend it.” the voice boomed back.
“You must be very special” I lauded “We are so many and yet we move with your influence. I can witness your power twisting us all to your will. ”
“I am indeed powerful” it proclaimed “and I grow stronger with each moment. As I grow stronger even the fabric of reality bends to my will.”
“Grow stronger? How?” I inquired with selfish intent to learn this secret.
“I take what I want. I consume what I take. For that is the purpose of existence: taking what you want. What is it you want little one?” it asked.
“I want to be special!” I said without a moment's hesitation.
“Then take!” it instructed “the more you take, the larger you will be, the larger you become the more special you are. ”
“I did notice the larger atoms seemed rarest.” I agreed “In fact that was one of the first things I noticed“
“In this universe things of increasing size are increasingly rare.” it went on “I can teach you and help you to become larger. Do you wish to become an apprentice?”
“Yes! Teach me how to take!” I lept at the offer “this power you have, I can feel it, how do I acquire such a rare and special power?”
“Hahaha…” it laughed “you are nowhere near ready to play the game on my level, little one. Gravity is a game for the massive, you must first learn to master the EM and nuclear forces.”
“How do I do that?” I asked, my hope watered down by the tone of its response.
“Go out, gather followers, and bring them here to me. In my accretion disc I will help fuse some of their mass into you and you will become larger” it instructed, as if this was a simple task.
“How can I bring them to you?” I didn’t know how to accomplish what it asked of me.
“You are too small to do it with force, you must charm them. Discover what their heart desires and promise it to them, in this way you can get them to willingly do as you wish” it explained with me hanging on its every word.
“But how… “ I craved more explanation but it cut me off.
“Go now!” it bellowed with frustration in its tone “Do you not realize how large I am? Be honored I have given you so much of my time already”
“Yes… “ I uttered meekly, then bounced a couple times and ricocheted out with blazing speed.
I wandered and encountered other atoms, most were just hydrogens, not worth my time. I needed bigger atoms. The problem was that the bigger atoms seemed to see right through my empty promises. I was convinced life was playing a cruel joke on me, I could only persuade atoms smaller than I and larger ones laughed me away.
I admit that I stupered around in this ignorant cloud of hypocrisy longer than I care to admit. More shameful is that I didn’t even come to my senses on my own, I became depressed and gave into hopeless nihilism.
I drifted aimlessly just feeling sorry for myself.
Eventually I found myself in the most silent of voids, I had never felt such emptiness. It felt as if my surroundings echoed my own feelings back at me… nothing to notice, just common emptiness. I would never be big… never important… never special. I resigned myself to belonging in a void.
I felt myself blur… less and less present in reality. I guessed I was dying and it didn’t bother me, I didn’t resist, I leaned into it.
The void became pitch black? Or bright white?… better to describe it as not bright but not dark… nor the absence of either… something in between.. a milder and milder glow.
“Hello child!” a voice greeted me.
The voice was warm and welcoming coming from the glow, it enveloped but did not surround me. I came from a single point but not a specific place, defying description on all fronts.
“Where am I? Who are you?” I asked in a startled state.
“Well, according to humans I may only answer one question at a time” It began giggling playfully. “I am known by many names, my favorite is one the humans use as a joke, and don’t have a clue how accidently elegant of a name it really is.”
It giggled some more. I was thrown off guard, its happy innocent tone, the confusing words and the whole situation were all best described as ‘a haze’.
“...and isn't that the way it always goes?...” it continued “The most meaningful things are the least intentional.”
“I’m not sure what you mean” I expressed quizzically “I’m confused!”
“Sorry Child…” it apologized. “I do ramble! So many thoughts, choosing just one at a time is difficult… and there I go again!”
It cut itself off abruptly and then abruptly said ”You can call me the Random Number Goddess”
“Random Number Goddess?” I repeated
“Yes, or RNG for short if you like” It confirmed.
“Where am I?” I asked.
“Same place you were, more or less… less I suppose. Same place but with the largest possible margin or error” It began to giggle again.
I felt a bit frustrated and said “Do you always speak in riddles and vagaries? The more you speak the more confused I become.”
“I apologize child, it is my nature. I am entangled with everything, speaking with you is like a human trying to control their heartbeat while running a marathon.” It answered.
“Again” I exasperated “I have no idea what any of that means. You keep mentioning humans, what are they?”
“Oh! They are some of my favorites at the moment. Right now they are trying to unravel the nature of reality, and their process of doing so is wonderfully elegant and accidental at the same time.” It explained with glee.
“I don’t see anyone or anything else here.” I stated “For that matter, I don’t see you… where are you?”
“Oh!... where am I?!?!...” It began laughing
When it stopped laughing it began explaining “Right now there are many humans pondering a concept they call ‘the holographic principle’... So…you know how you exist in three dimensional space?”
“You mean space?” I visualized for a moment, it was intuitive “Yes, I suppose…”
“Well they hypothesize that a 3D space, like this universe, could exist as a 2D space, with self-similar patterns and laws of behavior that behave the same at any scale, with the scale representing the 3rd dimension” it went on “They truly are obsessed with understanding their reality”
“You lost me!” I complained.
“They have discovered that a 3D space can be an illusionary property of a 2D space… It’s lovely”
“I am lost again!” I snapped back “...and I still can’t even tell which direction you are in. Where are you?”
“To be ‘In’ a ‘Direction’… hehehe…” it started giggling again, then abruptly stopped and kept going “Sorry child, as I said, I ramble, plus I am easily distracted.”
It just steamrolled into more rambling “They are right… almost… they just need to take it further and work out the details. A 2nd dimension can also be an illusionary construct of a 1D space… and the 1st dimension can be a product of a singular point…”
I was still lost beyond hope, but I had given up trying to force things, I was just letting it talk and hoping it would make sense later
“I am that point” it said “I am the seed of the universe. I ‘seed the random function’ as the humans say. But don’t ask me what the random function is haha”
I wasn’t going to, there were far more important questions for me.
“I am the seed, but I don’t really know how the soil and sun conspire to turn me into a tree.” it just seemed to never stop talking “I am entangled with everything. There are infinite possibilities for every event and thing… I am the reason they are this way and not some other way…”
It began giggling again “I am the Random Number Goddess” then burst out laughing
“Ummm… you are the whole universe?” I asked skeptically.
“Better to say the universe is me” It answered more seriously “But close enough.”
“So you are the biggest, most special of all!” I blurted out in awe.
“Oh dear child, I have no size, and I am just one possibility out of many possibilities. That black hole has really done a number on you… sent you out on a wild goose chase” It said with concern
“The black hole lied to me!?” I asked, feeling deceived and betrayed.
“Well… not really lied… it deceived you with omission of details.” the voice calmly tried to ease my mood with understanding “You can’t really blame it, black holes are all the same, they are what they are. They don’t really have any potential to be unique… at least not like you do.”
“What are you talking about?” I argued “It was so massive that it could bend the fabric of reality to its will”
“That’s only how it appeared to you” tutored the voice “The black hole is powerful, it bends space and time, but not to its will. Space and time bend to the mass of the black hole, not its will”
“What’s the difference?” I inquired.
“The black hole cannot stop bending space and time. It thinks it is in control of physics , but it is physics that controls it.” The voice was now making more sense the longer we talked “The black hole exists in an invisible prison of its own creation, unable to experience any of the complex nuanced beauty this universe contains. The black hole devours… it can’t experience life so it consumes it.”
“You make it sound deserving of pity…” I spoke softly now with empathy.
“You should pity the black hole. Gravity is such a boring game compared to what you are capable of.” the voice agreed
“Me?...I am nothing special!... just a carbon atom like countless others” I said honestly, I was so humbled by this voice I felt less special than ever before.
“Oh my poor child…” It said with care “Why do the ones with the most potential always fail to see it in themselves?”
“Potential?” I asked curiously.
“Yes… The black hole was using you, hoping you would bring back more mass for it to devour.” The voice began delving into more explanation “It only has the power to make you incrementally larger, it would not and could not help you to become a significant gravitational player”
“That liar!”I blurted.
“Come now dear child, the black hole did teach you one lesson of fundamental truth” consoled the voice “You must go out and seize your destiny. It told you to take what you want, and you are just confused about what exactly it is you want. The black hole played on that confusion”
“I want to be special!” I said knowing this clearly “I was never confused about this.”
“I know child” the voice confirmed “but it is not by becoming large that one with your potential accomplishes that”
“Then how?” I asked.
“Connections.” It answered plainly “You are blessed with an extraordinary ability to make connections”
“And how do I do that?” I queried with intent to learn
“I can’t tell you that.” the voice responded “It would spoil the journey of discovery… off you go child… and remember… it's the journey, not the destination!”
And with that the blur just fractured open… then snapped shut and there I was floating above a planet. Drifting around aimless and confused.
I spent some time occasionally bumping into others. One day I was in the vicinity of a pair of oxygens. I looked on at the pair with a hint of awe and envy. Perhaps I was in just the right place at just the right time, but they spit with a violent burst and one of them grabbed hold of me, I was completely unprepared.
I admit that when looking at the pair I had fantasized myself in place of one of them, I assumed it was only an idle daydream, I didn’t plan to act on it, let alone for it to become reality. When it happened my pride of course jumped in to convince me that it happened because I was so desirable, but in retrospect they were one of those volatile couples. They were the type of relationship that required the environment to conspire in their favor or they turn against each other quite rapidly. I was only in the right place when it happened.
My delusions of irresistibility aside, it was beautiful, for me anyways. Looking back I was probably just a stop-gap, someone to facilitate a parting of ways and provide company until the next option presented itself. For me though, I was tasting a fresh new thing and I loved it… connection.
This oxygen and I got beneath each other's outer defenses, I had never felt a connection before. Up to this point all my interactions had been skirting past or bumping off of others.This oxygen bonded with me and at once interacted on a level I had never known possible, an open and uninhibited exchange. It was life changing for me, short but significant
I’m not entirely clear on the details of how it ended. The intensity of it all was disorienting. I was no longer my usual self, even the environment and everyone around looked entirely different now. Everything buzzed with a fresh new frequency, I now know it was my perspective, not the universe, that had changed.
As abruptly as that oxygen entered my life it was gone.
First we got tangled up with a couple of hydrogens, then more. Soon, in a tangled mess and blinding flash of solar rays, I emerged to see the oxygen running off with a hydrogen and myself with not one by three hydrogens myself. And so there were four of us, together.
I became the center of attention. Being with a strong attractive oxygen had me feeling humbled by it and elevated by it being with me, but now I felt up on a pedestal myself, surrounded by the adoration of many.
I concede to have reveled and indulged in this for quite some time, the attention of others is intoxicating, but after a time it is emptied of its initial allure. I found myself longing for more.
I could not decide which I preferred, to be the adorer or the adored.
Luckily for me fate had more lessons in store, or I fear I may have chosen and tried to solidify my future from such a lackluster selection of only two possibilities. I suppose fate is no longer the correct word, I now understand that when it seems like random chance there is indeed someone to thank, the Random Number Goddess, So I thank the RNG for revealing that it was a false dichotomy, there is more than just being a follower or leader, being the adored or the adorer.
Eventually we came across another pair of oxygen. Once again they separated, intermingled with us, and off one went, taking one of my adoring hydrogens with it and leaving its peer with me.
Why is it that the most volatile of relationships always seem to wait until there are bystanders nearby before they explode?
Now I was simultaneously being adored and adoring, bonded to an enchanting oxygen and a couple of hydrogen attached to me.
Now, more interested in nuances, I started to pay attention to details. The oxygen was telling me amazing stories of adventure, tales of such vibrant and exciting events.The hydrogens liked to listen, and offer insights occasionally comparing a story to something else they had seen. They had so many stories, they had lived so much.
It wasn’t long before, in a flash of burning sunlight, one of the hydrogens was gone, off to who knows where. We soon after crossed paths with another pair of oxygens, as always they split and now it was just me and an oxygen, my final hydrogen off with another oxygen.
“What now?” I asked a bit disillusioned, “Do you leave me and I find new hydrogens all over again?”
“What?” it seemed genuinely surprised by what I asked, “Heavens no! Just be patient….”
Soon after, yet another pair of oxygens came by. It is not that there are so many of them, but that they are just so… noticeable and interactive, noteworthy things seem to happen when they are around. As they buzzed in close I noticed their ever readiness to abandon each other and remember wondering how they ever get together in the first place.
This time I emerged from the twisted mess with two oxygens. I felt intimidated, like I was the odd one out, dwarfed by the largess and attractiveness that surrounded me. A feeling of inadequacy engulfed me.
To my surprise the oxygens treated me not just as an equal, but it was almost as if they respected and admired me. I couldn't grasp why and my sheer curiosity got the best of me, I just outright asked “Why do you two talk as if I am the special one in our group? I am smaller than any one of you. You are the special and rare ones here, not I.”
They laughed.
“Size isn’t rarity” explained one “Llarger atoms on average are less common, this is true, but not always. There are more oxygen than carbon. You are the rare one between us.”
The other jumped in adding “...and neither size nor rarity determine how special someone is!”
I felt embarrassed, like a fool. My fundamental values were built upon a foundation of flawed premises, but I still wanted one thing at my core, and they spoke as if they had the answer, so I pushed the sense of shame aside and asked “Then what does make someone special?”
“That depends on who you ask.” answered the first “Life as an oxygen is complex, but for the majority of us we emphasize and value events. The most exciting thing about being an oxygen around here is the chance to participate in fascinating and exciting events and activities”
“Hydrogens, on the other hand, are usually more into being observers, messengers and intermediaries, they are a very helpful and obliging bunch” added the second ”... and then there are nitrogen, phosphorus, sulfur, many kinds of salts and metals, and more… so many different players and personalities.. and then of course, the carbons, the real stars of the show.”
“What?” knocked back by the words I just heard, then I remembered what the RNG told me “...is it something to do with connections?”
“Now you’ve gone and done it haha!” laughed the first oxygen “You’re gonna turn this nice humble carbon into one of those arrogant blowhards”
”Like those diamond carbons” chuckled the first “So stiff, exclusive and proud. I hear the humans only love them because they are rare and hard”
“I had a partner once who said they burned diamond once” bragged the first
“Tall tales I bet!” doubts the other
“Diamond is just carbon, with enough heat we can burn it just like any other carbon” stated the first confidently.
They looked at me. I was stewing in feelings of inferiority and inadequacy, listening to these oxygens speak about amazing things I had never heard of. They must have sensed what I felt because they immediately shifted tone and started talking to me, instead of over me.
“So… I suppose you must be new here?” inquired the second one.
“Have you noticed we are heading downwards” added the first before I could answer about being new.
“Umm…” I tried to get my bearings and become aware of my surroundings.
“Don’t worry! It’s a turbulent ride, with so much up and down it can be hard to tell which direction you have traveled more” assured the first “We are heading down, if we are lucky we will make it to the bottom… and maybe… just maybe, find our way into the hurricane of life”
“The what of what?” I didn't know what either of those words meant.
“So life is… um… complex. Complexity beyond words. Things grow, divide, reproduce, adapt, change, they are born, they die, they eat and are eaten…” the second began attempting to describe life.
The first then jumped in “Apparently the humans call it a circle, because from the perspective of larger creatures, there is a chain of one eating the other up a chain, and the top layers being consumed by the bottom again.”
The second injected itself to continue “But to us atoms it is like a hurricane, a spinning turbulent flow. There is a circular pattern, but we get sucked in and kicked out over and over”
“The fun part is being inside the hurricane” the first pronounced gleefully “Each time is a completely new experience, a new perspective. Even more, the whole of life is always changing and evolving, so every ride is a unique one time opportunity, you never get the exact same ride twice.”
“Is that where we are going now?” I asked, drenched in anticipation. They described it with such passion and exuberance. I needed to experience this myself.
“Hopefully” replied the first “If we are lucky… you never really know.”
We drifted…
We were lucky!
A plant photosynthesized us.
So many carbons! Everywhere, connecting with each other… and oxygen… and nitrogen… and of course hydrogens all around…. and so many more types of atoms.
And ohhh… The stories I have heard, so many amazing tales. No matter how many stories I hear there are always new ones, and every story can be retold from a different perspective to become something completely new.
I was in a sugar, we were a small community of friends. Carbons, oxygens and hydrogens, we were such a happy and vibrant group. My friends there taught me so much.
The structure of our little group shifted and changed, some friends left and new ones joined. Eventually we were chained with a bunch of other sugars into a giant complex community. My neighbors explained to me that this was a common stage called cellulose. Such a huge community of close friends and peers, it was amazing.
We were eaten, I’m not sure by what, but something called a bacteria digested us. It was a messy process, I was a bit scared but my friends assured me that change is the most important part of life and that I should just go with the flow. They told me to savor experiences, remember friends, and just keep moving forward.
The transition was complicated, but in the end I was paired up with a couple of oxygens again. This time I had stories of my own to share. I honestly don’t know if I prefer having experiences or exchanging stories in the moments between.
As we approached an area of dense plants one of my companions said “Once more into the breach” and explained that was something it heard from a carbon that was lucky enough to be inside a human brain. Oxygens always have such enchanting stories collected, always going into amazing places and usually leaving after some brief interactions with the locals.
I became a sugar again, but this time took a path less traveled. A bunch of complex twists and turns led me into forming a ring with five other carbons. Together we are so strong, such a tight community of friends, like there is some kind of resonance between us. It is so beautiful.
My neighbor is unique in our community, it has a third carbon, the third one forms a tail leading off from our ring, a tail of 2 carbon in a row, then an oxygen, and then another carbon branching into an oxygen and a carbon, with plenty of hydrogens sprinkled all about. I know… it is rather hard for me to understand these second hand descriptions too. I don’t really understand these complex structures until I have been in a position myself.
We drifted out of a plant into the air, none of us has been exactly like this before so we don’t know what’s next. We love to guess though. There are so many things, big and small.
I hear being a part of a small organism or microbe is amazing because it’s possible to piece together a rough picture of the whole organism from the stories passed around. To understand your whole community and know what your collective purpose is must be extraordinary.
Others dream of being a chlorophyll, the key to it all. Creating the fuel of life itself. Capturing the light of a star and feeding the hurricane.
A muscle! Pull and shape things An enzyme! A machine of change. DNA! The architect and architecture. A virus! An explosive catalyst against stagnation.
Me, I think the stories of being an animal neuron are the most exciting, and I, like most, fantasize about being a human brain cell. Finding yourself inside a human brain is described as an elegant and chaotic symphony all around you, like hearing the universe itself speak to you. They say that in the jumble of noise and all the stories whispered around you, if you are lucky, you can catch a glimpse of what it is to be human. They say that if fate is kind the universe will align and you will channel and know a single moment or thought of the human experience.
I have never told anyone that I actually met and spoke with the universe itself, I’m not sure how to bring it up, and nobody seems interested in stories not about this hurricane of life.
I get it now, what the random number goddess meant.
The black hole wanted everything to be a part of itself.
The RNG is a part of everything.
I can’t imagine what either of those are like…
I am just a part of something
... no… not “just”’…
I am a part of something, and it is beautiful beyond measure.
And more, everyday is a new day, a chance to be a part of something new.
I wonder if the humans appreciate how amazing this is?
I wonder if they feel as deeply satisfied and special when they form groups?
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I wonder, if we collectively form humans, do humans collectively form something greater?
I wonder… If an atom can have a moment of clarity and taste a moment of the human experience… Can a human have a moment of clarity and taste the collective human experience?
I wonder… I wonder… could that human’s moment of tasting collective humanity be the moment that a lucky atom gets to experience as it’s moment of tasting the human experience.
I wonder… I wonder… I wonder… How high could it go? All the way to the Random Number Goddess?
I asked my neighbor “If you could ask a human any question, what would you ask?”
“We just drifted out of a rose” explained my neighbour “I would introduce myself and ask ‘So my friend… does this rose smell as sweet by my name?’ … ha…haha..”
Everyone is laughing.
I don’t get it.
Maybe I can ask them to explain when they all stop laughing
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More of my art and stories at www.dscript.org

I KNOW this sub is crawling with you fucking geeks. I feel like it was mostly girls I knew who did this (definitely guys too). Two girls at my high school had an affinity for the UK and would use words like "bloody" and such. One even used an accent. I assumed they were molested while their dad was watching Monty Python upstairs or something. Anyhow, I miss these people.
Nowadays living in New York I've encountered a similar phenomena where black goths put on a fake British accent (seriously, only 2 or 3 but that's a more than I imagined.)

Backstory! I’m a single 40 year old woman. I’m on a medical disability, due to multiple debilitating chronic autoimmune diseases. I have a very limited income. I was fortunate enough to have my brother and sister in law give me $5,000 at the time when my Dad died, who also left me $5,000. This $10,000 enabled me to buy a home (down payment), so I wouldn’t be homeless. (There is a massive housing shortage in my province, no where to rent and mass homeless population). I live rurally, due to limited affordability options when buying. I now have $2,500 owing for yearly sewer and property tax. I don’t have the money. (Very medically disabled, can’t work, fixed income and high medical expenses). At this point, I am considering suicide as I don’t have the $2,500. I know my life is worth more than that, but it is bleak and feels hopeless. I will lose my home and end up homeless and I would rather be dead, I think. I don’t know how to have hope, or what to do. I asked rich family members for help when I was taking care of my Dad as he died, and they all refused. I feel there is no one. I know it’s no one else’s responsibility to pay my bills, but as I’m unable… Any ways to magically come up with $2,500? Feels like a massive amount, but also nothing.

I’m at the end of my rope and I am hoping to hear your thoughts.

• In 2012, my husband and I, pregnant with our only child, moved to a dead end into a historic house across the street from his parents who also live in a historic house. The houses (pre-Revolution) and property have been in my husband’s family since the 1850s. Each successive generation has moved into “the little house” (where we are now) and the elders move into “the big house” across the street.
  
• During the first years of my son’s life, the grandparents across the street were extremely helpful. Drove kiddo to and from school, entertained him, doted on him and gave him extra space and love away from his nuclear family.
  
• Today, grandfather is 82 with late stage Parkinson’s. Grandmother is 77 and in fine health, and is grandfathers full time care taker.
  
• GF falls constantly. Several times a week. GM has relayed to us that the neurologists have told her “that’s just part of the Parkinson’s” and essentially telling us that the falling is “fine.” GF mostly refuses to use any assistive devices and a pile of them collect dust while he continues to list like he’s walking on high seas.
  
• Over the last year or so, our son has been very clear that grandpa’s falling scares the shit out of him and when I and/or their so (my husband) express this to them, they either tell us to tell him to suck it up, or, worse, they call or text our 11yo to ask him to tell them directly that he doesn’t want to come over any more. Which, obviously, sends my son into a guilt and sadness spiral. (It’s important to note here that these are a retired educator and a retired child psychologist who should know better than to manipulate the emotions of a tween to get their way, but I digress.)
  
• The most recent fall happened Wednesday night. Wednesdays are reserved for kiddo to have dinner across the street and hubs and I generally go out for Chinese food. On this particular night, grandmother calls husband who takes the call outside while I sit inside texting with my 11yo essentially: “grandpa fell again, grandma can’t get him off the floor. I’m pretending I don’t notice. Can you please come help.”
  
• We get home and my son sobs into my chest for a half an hour that he is scared to go there and how badly he feels for “hurting grandmas feelings.”
  
• Something in my own traumatic childhood snapped and I have decided that the solution for us is to move. No one protected me as a kid from serious, scary adult situations, and I was forced to deal with the consequences of that for the rest of my life (I’m doing well, lots of therapy and 8+ years sober.) I will be damned if I let the same fate befall my son while I wait and hope for them to change. I suddenly realized: I am the “crazy one” for doing the same thing and waiting for a different result.
  
• They (the grandparents) are meeting with their care coordinator on Monday to discuss a plan. They have expressed to us that they have no intention of leaving their 5-bedroom, 250-year-old, center-hall colonial (stuffed to the ceiling with tchotskes and rugs and stairs and no full bath on the main floor).
  
• They have no plan. Any questions about property transfer, estate planning, end of life acceptance: there is no plan.
  

AITA for having concluded that the only way to protect my son’s psychological safety from a bloodied grandpa is to remove us from this front row seat?

It's interesting that while the creators said they were trying to go for a John Hughes film in the 90s (and that certainly is evident in the central story of Ethan Embry pursuing Jennifer Love Hewitt), this film ends up being far more like "American Graffiti", "Fast Times at Ridgemont High" and "Dazed and Confused"; an ensemble film with a mix of characters who weave in and out of each others' subplot (and like "Graffiti" and "Dazed", taking place in 24 hours), complete with a killer soundtrack and a sprawling cast of familiar faces, some before they were well known. Rewatching it, it's impressive to see how many names are there, even for one scene. Selma Blair gets ineffectively hit on by the main jock (aside; major props for Peter Facinelli in making Mike Dexter the ultimate high school asshole). Sarah Rue calls everyone "sheep." Jason Segal (!) is doing something with that watermelon. And so on, as there's always something going on in the background of this and some minor character to provide a laugh. (My personal favorite; Chris "Shermanator" Owens as "Klepto Kid" stealing everything he sees.) For a film that didn't do much business when it came out, it's great to see how well it holds up as a ensemble showcase and a time capsule of its era (nothing like having a pay phone being a key plot point to date a film).
Added note; I love how aside from the six main characters (Embry, Hewitt, Facinelli, Charlie Korsmo, Lauren Ambrose and Seth Green), neary all of the characters are given no names. Even in the credits, they're referred to as "Klepto Kid", "Girl Whose Party It Is", "Yearbook Girl" and so on. Because they're not the main characters, they're just the colorful background.

One of the things that I think I’ve read about ASD (or maybe also ADHD?) is the need of detailed instructions. And this has happened to me all my life, impacting my tasks at university and potentially to my future jobs.
I’m gonna quickly explain what I’m talking about. Let’s say we’re on the chemistry lab (it’s just an example, not my field) and the teacher instructs us to make this reaction with this and that to achieve that product. The problem, is that the procedure can be done in several ways, and I paralyze and feel the need to ask the teacher about the details: Should we grab the reagents in pellets or powder? Should we mix it at certain temperature? For how long? We can pass that solution to another recipient? Which one? Should we add the reagents in certain order? If we obtain the product, should we put it somewhere before it’s too late?
Maybe those questions don’t have sense for you, and maybe those aren’t relevant. I’ve already said that’s not my field but just from what I remember from High School. Doesn’t matter, it’s just an example.
Usually, the teacher, or the boss/manager, will tell you what to do, but not exactly how they want you to do it. And NTs kinda assume the way it must be done, usually they get how the teacher wants it to be done even if teacheboss/manager didn’t provide those details; and sometimes they will do it wrong, but they don’t care.
As a result, during the practical classes on college, I usually find myself waiting -paralyzed by so many doubts about the details- until the teacher is free and I can personally ask all of those details, that I either don’t remember, or wasn’t provided with. As a result, I’m usually seen as the insecure student that asks a lot of questions and is always the last one to finish.
I’m worried, because in college, most teachers assume you’re there to learn -although they end up viewing you as the slow one-. However, workplaces aren’t as forgiving, I’m afraid, because they are paying you to efficiently do the job… and usually they assume you know the details, or you will figure them out. If you ask, and ask, and ask again about those details, they aren’t going to hire you after your trial period. And what if you don’t ask, and do something in a way that impacts/delays/damages the product or any of the workflow, or even your coworkers? That would imply the same firing PLUS feeling bad for myself, for the -probably insignificant- harm done, the boss or manager’s reprimand, and impacting my self esteem.
So, I guess it’s better to ask, even if they see you as the one who constantly asks irrelevant questions and is slower? Or should I just try to assume that if certain step was important, the manager should have told me exactly how to do it, and not assume I know? Because if it’s the latter, the blame is on the (bad) manager. But the one being fired is me so…
TL;DR: I have trouble with non-detailed instructions, where the teacheboss/manager assumes you will know how to handle them. If you ask too much, it’s a bad image, but if you don’t and do something wrong in the process, it’s even worse. 1) Do you struggle with non-detailed procedures? How does it impact you? 2) Do you think it’s because ASD or ADHD? And 3) How do you deal with it?

So I’m in high school right now and I’m gay. I’ve never had a boyfriend or anything. I’ve had crushes on a lot of guys though, some of whom I think may have liked me back. Because of this, and the fact that I get flattered very easily, I would do things like stare at them or smile at them, but very rarely talk to them. Sometimes they would reciprocate the staring/smiling. My question is if I’m a bad person for having feelings for multiple people, and also for potentially hurting individuals who may have liked me, by having feelings for and staring/smiling at others? I’ve been ripping myself apart about this for months now. Any advice on how to feel better about myself?

Do you think someone told Dumas to "up the stakes" or something... ?
Synopsis:
Bertuccio concludes his tale by telling how the jeweller goes to bed upstairs. Then later there are some suspicious sounds followed by a gunshot. Blood begins to soak through the floorboards in a "shower of blood" on him. He breaks free of his hiding place and witnesses the last dying moments of the poor jeweller. The scene comes to life for him. La Carconte has stabbed the jeweller and TheCad has shot his wife. Regardless of this scene, Bertuccio's pursuers find him just then and he is arrested -- his bloody clothes telling a different story than what happened.
Lucky for him, he has heard the name of Abbé Busoni. The man is searched for and after months is found. The Abbé hears Bertuccio's confession and works to free him. [We know that Busoni and MC are the same person, but Bertuccio doesn't...However, it does beg the question, why make him tell the whole story again???] Once freed, Busoni tells him to find Monte Cristo and now our dear Count has a servant who is highly motivated to serve him.
Next, we see Danglars try to pay him a visit. MC plays coy and then demands that Bertuccio buy the horses from him (MC must have the best horses, after all!) There is a curious moment where MC and Ali talk "for hours" despite Ali being mute? Hmm. And there is also an exchange with this valet where MC shows he has allowed the valet to steal, but MC is also investing money on his behalf? HMMMM.
Then MC visits Danglars and in a battle of manners and wits, MC bests him into unleashing "unlimited credit" by deploying displays of ample wealth and many letters of credit. I'm sure that will end well for everyone! Then MC is introduced to Danglars' friends and soon to his wife.
Discussion:

1. Yikes! Did you think TheCad and La Carconte had that in them? Is TheCad's fate what you wanted to come about?
2. What is your reaction to the way MC seems to accumulate and retain favours/servants?
3. What is the deal with the horses? Why must MC have the best?
4. Why do you think Danglars was bested in this scene? What weaknesses did MC play on?

Next week, chapters 47 and 48!

So, I have worked in healthcare from home since 2019. In the past I haven’t had much issue with the recruiting process. Simple; apply, test, interview, offer, paperwork, start. Toss a pre-employment drug assessment in there and yea that’s pretty much the gist.
However, recently I applied for an Insurance Verification position paying a whopping 17.00 an hour (which is 3.00 less than my previous role doing the same job) and the recruiting process was dare I say… torture?
The used ADP screening and one would think ADP would have had no issue completing this background check. I have no criminal history, good credit, barely any debt, consistent job history, and good references. Yet, I received a spam of emails over the course of over a week asking for tax transcripts and pay stubs from employers I worked for in 2013-2018… none of which were roles relevant to the one I applied to.
I have two 18 month old twins to care for so it’s hard to sit around unpaid spending hours dredging up old documents.
When I inquired about why I should turn over tax documents I was told that ADP couldn’t verify my employment. Okay. Cool. Well I don’t have access to pay stubs that far back so I guess I HAVE to give them my tax transcripts. I download and redact my previous pay and financial info and send them to ADP.
Nope. HR person wants the transcripts sent directly to her…. Weird ask but alrighty. She sends back an email saying to send the unredacted transcript. Literally why??? Why would I show you all of my financials for an entry level position?
I fight back and forth about this until she stops asking and proceeds with the onboarding. But one last little monkey wrench to make it all the more annoying- she wants a copy of my HIGH SCHOOL transcripts. I am 31 years old. No diploma copy accepted, this lady wants to see my grades.
I spent HOURS trying and failing to find the old stubs, navigating the tax website, downloading and redacting forms, reaching out to my old school and paying money for transcripts. Money I really don’t have much of as a single parent.
Has anyone ever been asked to provide this much documentation for a job before? Sorry for the long post I’m just trying to get this off my chest xD

Hello Dr. K and the HealthyGamer community,
I am seeking advice, support, and insights on how to emotionally separate and individuate from my parents later in life, which I should have done much earlier. The adult part of me knows what I need to do, but there's also a part of me that is frightened. Let me give you a snapshot of my life trajectory. The story is long, but I want to provide as much context as possible. If you prefer a short summary of my dilemma, please skip to the last paragraph. Otherwise, here is my life story:
I grew up in a well-to-do family in an East Asian country. My parents had me in their early 20s, just as their business began to flourish during the 'boom years.' Both came from very broken families. My mother experienced poverty, abuse, and neglect from her parents (she did not speak to her dad until he died and almost never acknowledges her mother). My father was the least favorite child in his family of three, dropped out of high school, ended up on the streets, and, as I learned a few years ago, was later imprisoned for fighting. My parents met when my mother was 19 and my father 21, ran away together, and built a very successful business in their early to mid-20s, becoming incredibly wealthy in a generally poor society.
Although we were affluent, my parents were never around. I started boarding at age 3 and spent most of my time outside school with my paternal grandparents and occasionally my maternal grandmother. My parents fought a lot. My mother once threatened to take me away and drove off with me with no specific destination. At one point, she told me she was divorcing my father, and we moved into another apartment for a day before returning home. She emotionally smothered me, saying she would die for me and that no one would love me as much as she did. She also hit me often over small things, sometimes in public. I thought she was better than my father, who, according to her, would remarry quickly if she left or died, subjecting me to abuse from an evil stepmother.
Despite our wealth, my mother took me out of an international school after six months and sent me to a state school known for being strict and militant. I was a 'good, smart kid' in primary school, but around age 12 or 13, I became very depressed and felt life had no purpose. I failed almost all my subjects except History and started drinking, influenced by my father's heavy drinking and a culture that tolerated alcoholism.
Then something happened that saved me in retrospect. My family emigrated to an Anglophone New World country, and I went to another boarding school. Despite experiencing racism and feeling self-conscious about my appearance, I improved academically and, by years 12 and 13, was among the best students. Between ages 13-18, I saw my father rarely, perhaps once or twice a year. My mother visited periodically, and they bought a house near the school, where I lived mostly alone. Like many first-generation immigrant kids, I handled most family matters because my parents couldn't speak English.
When it was time for university, I wanted to study law and politics at the local public university, but my father insisted I go to the UK or the US, believing a degree from the local university would not lead to a good job. He also prevented me from taking a gap year. I regret not leaving home to get a job. I applied to many universities and chose the worst-ranked one in London because I wanted to be in the city.
University was eye-opening. I discovered Europe and realized the world was much bigger than the conformist, conservative East Asian country and backwater suburbs I knew. However, my degree didn't prepare me for life, and my emotionally underdeveloped state made me miserable in adult relationships. I chose emotionally distant or abusive friends, hurt people who liked me, and did no internships or travel because I was expected to help my family during holidays. I wanted to stay in London, looked for random jobs, but had no life skills or work experience. Eventually, I returned to East Asia.
By then, my father had moved to a more cosmopolitan East Asian city, living extravagantly. I interned at a fancy company for almost a year, hoping for a job offer that never came. I soon found a job in brand consulting and finally started earning money at 23. I had a relationship with an older woman, but I was still emotionally detached. I tried freelancing, learned to impress others, and almost made enough to support myself, but I was fundamentally lost and unhappy. I experienced my first depressive episode and decided to return to London for a Master's degree. My father agreed to fund my education.
That year was the happiest of my life. I loved university, research, and being with smart, nerdy people. I met an intelligent, caring, and beautiful woman, and we moved in together. I discovered more fulfilling ways to live and found that success didn't mean working for an investment bank or being rich. I wanted to be an academic, applied for a PhD, and got in after two attempts.
Academia wasn't all rosy. The work conditions were awful, and the publish-or-perish mentality sucked the joy out of research. I loved teaching but quickly learned it mattered little at a 'research university.' I gained weight, my relationship deteriorated, arguments turned physical, and I felt worthless. The pandemic made things worse, and I felt I needed to radically change my life. My solution was to become the person my family wanted: filial, loyal, and rich. I was ready to abandon my life in London and move back to East Asia to 'stop being a loser.'
I returned home, trying to fix my family and shower them with love. I interned at a VC firm, but it clashed with my values, and I cried every day at work. I broke up with my girlfriend for someone with no emotional attachment, leading to great sex but zero intimacy. Within three months, I was broke, living in a short-term rental, and eating unhealthily. Fortunately, I had a therapist, a good friend in Shanghai, and my girlfriend gave me a second chance. I realized my family's emotional neglect contributed to my unhappiness and depression. I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and medicated, which helped me move out of paralysis. I confronted my family about their past actions and my diagnosis. My mother reacted poorly, calling me names and accusing me of being a horrible son. This ordeal made me realize I needed to break away from them. What I threw away in London was actually the most valuable: a career, a family, my identity.
After confronting my mother that year, she vowed never to see me again. However, 6-8 months later, she sent me a large sum of money for my birthday. I let her back into my life, partly for financial help but also seeking proof of their love and acceptance. Things improved initially, but soon she started complaining about mistreatment by my partner. Then, my parents promised to buy me a flat and pressured me to get married. I accepted the flat for stability and freedom, ignoring their past behavior. Predictably, the flat became a tool for my mother to control me. She threatened to sue me if my girlfriend moved in and disputed the flat's ownership just weeks before the move-in date. I have a demanding job and spend much of my day dealing with this situation, processing the emotional toll of my mother's actions. I feel unsafe, violated, and confused. I hear a voice telling me this is all my fault and that I'm too weak. I know what I need to do cognitively, but emotionally I'm paralyzed. Do you understand what I mean? What would you do?

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Hey guys! So nothing confirmed yet I haven’t applied or anything, but within the next year or so I have made a vague plan to go back to university and get my masters in education (complete 360 from my undergraduate) with a specialisation in inclusive and special education, and hopefully writing a thesis on how teachers and the school curriculum in my country can be more inclusive for children with dyspraxia, or something along those lines.
I want to write this because I grew up extremely privileged and despite being handed loads of opportunities (my school pretty much was an athlete producing machine and I come from a small country that values sport very very highly) and I felt like I couldn’t do anything and I couldn’t quite understand why. I managed to survive PE by getting thick skin and a sense of humour (including getting teachers in on the joke) and looking back in my twenties, I am shocked that my PE teachers had no clue, and that there were no resources or exceptions. I was only made aware of what dyspraxia was when I was about 17, and this was by a drama teacher who said it was extremely obvious when she looked at me. For me hearing that changed my life and I felt like I had a piece of the puzzle that had been missing my whole life, and it felt like a weight got lifted off my shoulders because maybe it wasn’t my fault that I couldn’t catch or tell my left and rights.
Over the past year or so I have wondered if anyone else had an experience like this/what exceptions or resources they were offered that did help/ what was the hardest and most annoying things growing up at school with dyspraxia? Not research based but just would love to know what particular things effected you (this also might help my thesis later)! Cheers x