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2008.06.12 20:45 Mental Health

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2009.07.10 15:56 crovoh Social Anxiety

Distress in social situations, causing impaired functioning in daily life. Triggered by perceived or actual scrutiny from others. Physical symptoms may include: blushing, excess sweating, trembling, palpitations, and nausea, stammering, along, rapid speech, panic attacks.. Introversion and shyness (personality characteristics) are not social anxiety (mental distress). Socially anxious people may be shy/introverted, but shy/introverted people do not necessarily have social anxiety
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2024.06.01 14:29 stilgarswater How am I supposed to deal with threats against my person mentally?

This is the second time (like this) where I've had to deal with people who do things that could physically harm me. In both situations, these people live close to me and are negligent dog owners who do not care what their animals do when I walk by. Also this time there are limited options for me to walk elsewhere. I already called animal control multiple times. They probably ball the letters up.
Walking as a coping strategy is backfiring.
When I sense the potential for violence against my person, I feel the need to defend myself, but as a POC in this country I don't think I'm actually allowed to. So many cases where poc defend themselves or call the cops only to wind up dead or arrested.
I left my white therapist over this because she didn't understand.
I called the cops in this area after witnessing two grown men fighting near a child and they simply didn't answer. Plus in this country, most self defense options use lethal force, and in the two times I had to deal with these types of people they are capable of lethal force.
What makes this situation different is I've told my friends. this isn't just normal anxiety. I've written letters about my feelings and hidden them at work just in case something happens.
I used walking as a coping strategy but the act of walking puts me in danger. The side of town I live on isn't that great, but my job is 5 miles from here and I'm making more money at it than I've ever made. I've signed my lease 4/1 so I cannot just move.
Mentally this kills me because every time I go to walk I have to be on guard and options for different walking paths are limited. Where I live is one the worst states in the world for pedestrian/car collisions, probably only second to Houston or Dallas Texas. So I'm always avoiding intersections or heavy traffic roads. Six months ago a car came within a foot of me on a crosswalk even though I used the crosswalk signal. He was going like 50 in a 35.
I feel therapy/psychology is ill equipped to answer these questions, but maybe I'm wrong. It's hard to seek advice on self defense and what you should do. So far the assumption is to assume people carry guns and act accordingly, but this wears on me too.
I feel like my only option is to accept that I need one and to hope I don't die to fight it in court. I wish this was just normal anxiety... But I'm going to commit to firing lessons so I can learn to shoot. I wish there were other options but this is America.
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2024.06.01 14:26 2Dement3D What's your BEST solo queue experience?

People are generally more likely to talk about their bad, frustrating experiences rather than their good ones, so let's try and discuss some of our better, positive moments.
What's your best experience so far in Solo queue?
I'll go first. I had match the other day that was incredibly brutal. I was Grux Jungle, while our Midlane was a Morigesh, and our Offlane was an Aurora. The other team had FOUR (4) Magic users, in Offlane Shinbi, Jungle Aurora, Mid Gideon, and Support Gadget. The current Magic-based Meta feels crazy, so I knew immediately it was going to be a rough match if they knew what they were doing, and they did.
Match begins, and our Aurora starts trying to Jungle. I ping to tell them to go defend Offlane and they run off and do so. I assumed they just forgot they were Offlane. After a few minutes, they immediately run back into the Jungle as the Jungle minions respawn, and wipe them out. Then they run across the map and start taking out the Jungle minions next to Duo lane while I'm helping Mid. I had to run to Offlane and defend it. This happened throughout the match, and I would have been fine to adjust and go full Offlane while they Jungle, but they were not trying to gank anyone. They were just killing the Jungle minions then running back to Offlane, regardless if their towers were being attacked. I ended up running to protect Offlane for half the match because of this, and ended up woefully underpowered.
The match overall was going very, very poorly. Morigesh was the only one with a positive KDA on our team. The whole thing felt like a massive write off, with no silver lining in sight. I noticed the enemy team was trying to take Orb Prime, so I thought, maybe we could get the ball rolling if I manage to Kamikaze steal it at the last second. I kept an eye on it and when it was the moment to strike, I jumped over the wall to get it and... got completely nuked as they took it.
"Grux.......", Morigesh puts in the chat. "Don't blame me for this match dude, I've had to spend all my time in Offlane because Aurora's rarely there", I respond.
"No, I'm not blaming. Let's not blame anyone, let's all just group together and turn this game around" - Morigesh, 2024
Hearing that alone changed my entire mentality. You know the match is doomed. You know you're really the only one pulling their weight on the team, and you still have such a positive outlook? Well damn, if you can remain positive during this mess, then I will too.
I don't really know how to explain it, but after that, we all started working together, earning money, getting experience, killing players, catching up to the other team in terms of levels and items, and we ended up turning the game around deep into the late game. It was a full hour long match. Make no mistake, this Morigesh HARD CARRIED our team, both mentally and literally (they had like 30 kills by the end), but the way we all managed to go from the sorriest team you've ever seen to actually banding together? Felt like a damn Disney movie and my favorite experience so far with this game.
tl;dr: Match is going very poorly until absolute chad Morigesh gives us a one sentence pep talk and we win.
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2024.06.01 14:25 TYMeDUST Looking for suggestions/input to help with developing my new short-form horror visual novel game

Hi everyone!
My name is Tymedust and I'm a game developer focusing on visual novels with interactive elements (my name's URL goes to my games on itch.io if anyone wants to check them out).
This July I'm entering a short-form Jam (basically an event where you develop games during set time and content restrictions) with heavy limitations, and I'm interested in creating something with a creepier vibe than my earlier projects, being a life-long fan of horror.
With that in mind I was hoping I could throw this out there in order to get input from fellow horror gamers, and perhaps get some discussions going on how to create something effective within the set limits of this event.
First off, the limitations:
Other than that, it's relatively free-form what you can do. You can play around with visual effects (zooms, slowdowns, camera panning, etc) and as long as you don't add more content to the above list, it's allowed. In order words, there's a lot of room for creativity within the constraints.
Second off, what I have so far to work with (I can't show any actual assets since you aren't allowed to start working on them until the Jam starts proper, so this is all in the pre-planning stage):
So that's basically the concept; a writer and her words. The mood is dark and atmospheric, and I'm definitely feeling an influence from horror poetry (at one time I considered making the game poetry-only, but I'm not sure if that will catch a modern player in the same way... though it's not entirely off the table).
This is where I welcome any and all ideas. What should happen, what should her writing be about, what kind of effects should be used within the constraints of the Jam to create atmosphere, mood and horror?
It should be noted that I do already have several potential ideas, but I feel like I'm missing something, like the final piece of the puzzle to make this go from "cool" to "damn cool", so to speak.
I'm very thankful for any input, and should I utilize any ideas mentioned here in the final product, I'll of course provide proper credit. :) I also welcome examples for short horror games that you'd recommend me to check out which might be influential within this setting.
Thanks for reading and have a lovely day! <3
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2024.06.01 14:25 Freya_Giselle Father hiding food from me

So, for context I am currently 22 F, I weigh about 140 and I'm 5'8, everybody else in the house is morbidly obese, which I only add because this isn't about him caring about my weight or anything.
So, some quick backstory:
I've been stuck in this narcissist household since my mom died at 20, I only stayed because she was really sick and he was abusive and I was scared to leave her alone. Anyways.
He quickly found another woman 3 months after she died, and moved her and her daughter in soon after. Without even considering how that may make me feel. Yet he claims moral high ground. I tried to get along with her after a while, it didn't end up working out. She became his slave. Which he loves.
I was working last year and making really great money but also struggling with substance abuse and I quit after being SA'd at a work retreat. I also lost my car within that time. And now my father cries wolf about me finding a job. Which I did...several times.. with great pay, each time he said would help me with Uber until my first paycheck, and each time he fell flat, during training too. I swear he gets off on getting my hopes up, keeping me stuck and him in control. I have a plan, and I'll be out by the end of the yeaearly next year.
Now, things have escalated very far. He purchased a mini fridge awhile back and it was seldomly used. Now, he comes home with a shit ton of groceries, with most or half of it going straight upstairs to his cringey little gatekeepy fridge. All he keeps downstairs for me is milk, bread, lettuce, ham, cheese etc. Gulag ass type shit. And it isn't a money issue...we live in a very nice house and he has a great job etc. He also has 3 cameras alone in the kitchen. Watching every move I make.. which he loves. Watching the ring cameras at 2 am for entertainment while I struggle to put a decent meal together. Most days I just eat bread dipped in mustard (kinda good). It's almost like he's glad my mom is gone so he can abuse me this way. I even had meat defrosting and when him and my step mom woke up they took it from me and took it upstairs to hide it. I was really stoked. I cried for hours.
He hates me because I'm his biggest opp. I always call out his bullshit and abusiveness and he hates being reminded of how evil he truly is, behind the covert narcissistic mask. Anyways that's my rant/vent. I've never done this before. If there is any questions, feel free to ask. There is a shit ton else he does.
TL:DR - My father loves to mentally abuse me by hiding food from me because he hates me and loves control
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2024.06.01 14:16 Dapper-Pin128 I F 24 am feeling overwhelmed and depressed in my relationship of 7 years with my bf m 24, what do I do when I feel this way?

What do I do? I feel stuck, I love him but I feel like I'm a worse, sadder version of myself when I'm with him sometimes. I have dealt with some family issues with him and he has been with me through so much (throughout 7 years), I've been so stressed from college and family, he's been my rock. He knows every stupid thing I've done in the past, and for the first 2 years would make me feel bad for my past decisions I made as a lonely mentally and physically desperate teen that was used by boys. All I wanted was to be seen and wanted but I was used as an object since middle school until I met Him at 18. I regret the decisions I made and felt so embarrassed that he knew EVERYTHING. I'm not very sexually driven, but he is and I feel like he guilt trips me into doing things I'm not in the mood for.. but I've been raised as a people pleaser so I'm not sure if I'm just making myself feel like I have to or because he was visually express his disappointment until 75% of the time give into it to make him not sad.
We talked about this before and he has told me I never have to do it of I don't want to, but I can tell bt his facial expressions and body language that he actually doesn't care. I say this as I've seen and noticed how, I mentioned to him how much I read into facial expression, yet since then, I have never seen him so persistent by showing me how sad he is that I don't want to give him pleasure. And the second i say, i’ll do it or start something, he would get so excited and happy. Or am i reading too much into it?
I love our deep conversations about life and how we love to watch and analyze movies that have deeper meanings, but I feel like he doesn't value some of my ideas or opinions, trying to correct me on a thought I had or out do me. Sometimes I feel like he tries to attack my intelligence due to how easy it is and how self conscious I am.
I grew up having an optimistic outlook on life, especially due to trying to keep my family happy and make the most out of the time I had with my dad due to his constant deployments throughout my childhood. There's no time to be sad, we need to cherish and make the most out of the time we have with each other. But since being with Him, I've felt a shadow of darkness on my outlook on life. He grww up with a pessimistic outlook, but he was so much happier when we started dating. When I try to lighten the mood, he somehow dampens the room, creating my tries of positivity into, what's the point of trying. I enjoy seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, I never planned on changing him, but why does he want to change me? I get so excited over the little things, I feel so overjoyed by things like seeing hummingbirds close up to literally anything, but I feel like he makes fun of me for it. I love giving people compliments, from their nails to their stripped pants. It gives me the biggest smile to see their face light up. But why do i feel like I can't be myself around Him? I feel like I'm too much and have to calm down so he doesn't judge me or look at me with a condescending look.
I understand that we need to feel sadness from time to time, but there's something about picking out the little things that gives me thr biggest smile.
I told him how I feel about how certain things make me feel. I'm a emotionally sensitive person and I will cry for making him feel bad. I've never been so anxious in my life, I know college took a lot out of me, but what made it harder was how controlled I felt by Him. I made no friends, I've always had trouble making friends but the people I would find similarities with were with men. Of course. I never had so many similarities with someone before and it was so nice to talk to someone I had stuff in common with. My bf and I don't have many things in common other than our perspectives of the future and our time spent together, but there are those little things like food and music or interests and hobbies.. im always open to His interests and would always show interest in what he likes, but I don't see him trying for me most of the time
But due to my past with guys, my bf doesn't like it when I talk to men, in general. I have never cheated on him and he always tells me I better not, even though I would NEVER CHEAT. I never approach men, or start conversations with them. But when I have to for class or work, I'm scared to tell him. I hate seeing him upset or angry. One time I had to be in a group with a guy, and he was literally me. I did not see ANY romance in our conversations, we were copies of each other from our interests to our childhood experiences. I was so nice to talk to him about our love of history, but I could never see me with him in any way more than that, copies. Does that make any sense? I meant to tell my bf about him but my fear his reaction stopped me. I know I should have, and my fear of conflict is no excuse for lying to him or not telling him about my group partner. My bf found out and he doesn't trust me. He randomly checks my phone and I feel like I deserve it, I do. I led myself here. I blocked the partner after the project was finished and I'm a terrible person for what I did to my Bf and the team member.
We started dating at the end of junior year and I was not planning on going to college with a bf. He followed me and hated the idea of long distance. My dream was to go to a college out of state and so that's what we did, together. I love him, he knows what makes me happy and we, almost, have the same humor. But I didn't imagine how stressful college was going to be with someone who never fully trusted you since the beginning. I don't know how to view this relationship.
This not at all me blaming him for anything. I've been thinking about how different I feel and have felt for years and I'm scared. I'm scared of change and disappointment. I have made my decisions and I have to live with them, I put myself in these situations and I tell myself I control my own life. I've been taking deeper dives in how I function and I'm scared im in a relationship that I won't be happy in. I say all of this but when I look into his eyes, all I see is my baby and his laughs brighten my days, but when I'm away from him, I feel like I can breathe unless some guy sits next to me in a class or talks to me at work. I love talking to people and with the place I work at, I feel alive around my coworkers. I have never felt a romantic interest in a guy but the second I mention him to my bf, he stares at me like I cheated on him.
I've been viewed attractive throughout these past few years, and I when I wear makeup he asks me why do I look this good and who are you trying to impress. No one, NO ONE I'm so TIRED of those words! I'm so sick of them because I do my makeup for my own pleasure, I love winged eyeliner and highlighter, I love how long my eyelashes get with mascara, but I will never wear makeup for the purpose to impress others, unless it's girls that wear winged liner too, I love talking to then about the brand they use and sharing tips and tricks. But we've discussed this so many times that it makes me sick. I understand but I don't understand why he keeps asking me this
We've talked about how he's been feeling more insecure lately due to his weight gain, but I ALWAYS give him reinsurance that I love him and will be by his side through this Rollercoaster we call living.
I'm all over the place. And my head hurts thinking about it all the time.
We don't live with each other but have planned to for years, and once I saved enough, we are, I'm excited and have wanted this for so long. But I like having my own space. I've always wanted my own place, my own kitchen, living room, just a place I control and manage with my things that make me feel brighter and optimistic, but I'm scared He's going to ruin it.
If anyone reads this, wow, I'm sorry. I've never told a soul this because I don't have money for a therapist (but I'll be getting insurance soon so I hope I can find one this year) and I need someone out there to just see and maybe comment on it. I'm so lost. Am I in love? I was, or was I ever in real love. I know I was and I'm. My feelings are so strong, I can't deal with them half of the time. I know I've made mistakes, trust me, I think about them too much to not feel ashamed all the time, but should I feel ashamed, I do. I've never cried so much I will say that. I'm sorry, I keep typing because I don't know what to do!
This was nice to get out. Thank you and goodnight
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2024.06.01 14:15 boobsmcgee2001 R/vent

This is just me venting rn. It's almost 5 am. And I made the stupidest mistake of my life. What's was it? Me being stupid and can't talk right. This guy that I just reconnected in a while. We met online ( we both were minors at that time ), really clicked. Even tho we never met each other IRL but would always video call online.He was so sweet and always called me beautiful even if I didn't look that beautiful, but to him I was. He loved how my eyes, smile, face, body, personality, everything. Even tho he never said it, I know he wanted to say it. We recently video called in a long time and he still said the same thing when we were teenagers. He always just sound so excited to talk to me, even the little things I make him laugh , and that made me really be serious with him, and he felt the same way too. I never really dated that much and mostly I just feel like I'm a piece of meat and a toy in my point of view. But he never saw that. He saw beauty. He knows that I'm mentally ill, but he still wa ted to be there. It really felt too real, we would text almost everyday.. Until now.... I said something rude that I have should never said... maybe because my phone is messed up.... I also told him 'dumbass' multiple times... I never really meant to. Yes it's really stupid and I shouldn't say that in a flirtatious matter with a gut thqt I'm serious about... He has now since blocked me as an hour ago now... on everything.... I lost him.... I lost the man that I will never get to say "i love you" to him... He was everything I dreamed of.
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2024.06.01 14:11 Dangerout Project X Reborn - A Review.

Project X Reborn - A Review.
I got really bored, so now I'm reviewing revivals. This is the first review I'm doing. And probably the last because this scene is just that dry lmao
I'll only look at revivals that have piqued my interest in one way or another. And I'm quite picky when it comes to revivals, so don't expect another review from me for a while.
Also, this is a long one. If you want my final thoughts, just scroll down to the Final verdict. You'll see it.
I'm looking at Project X Reborn, as I've heard people say good things about it. Also plenty of bad, but from what I can tell, that's just pointless drama brought on by two ex-staff. I don't care about that, what matters is what I can actually tell about the revival itself. Future me talking: I had no idea what I was getting into here. I regret EVERYTHING.
I'll be judging revivals on three factors: The client(s), the website and the community.

Client(s):

After checking everything else out about this revival, I've decided to not even bother messing with their clients. Wasn't planning to skip this part, but after I show you everything else, you'll see why I did. WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN WITH THE FIRST REVIVAL I CHOOSE DUDE LIKE SERIOUSLY WHY

Website:

This is not a very good website. A lot of stuff on here is just nonfunctional. I'm almost convinced that it's using shoddily put-together code from another revival. And considering this is an ECS-based revival... yeah, makes sense.
Genre search on the Catalog just doesn't work at all.
I AM CRAPPING MY PANTS AS WE SPEAK.
Literally everything on the bottom of the site leads to a 404.
Nobody can help you now.
The "Upgrade Now" button leads you to a completely different part of the website, specifically the part that only shows up when you're logged out.
Bootleg 2016 website...
Suddenly it's different?
Oh yeah, the site looks totally different when logged out for some reason. It's like you're transported to a completely different site. That's not a classic Roblox thing, that's a MODERN Roblox thing! so much for the retro experience smh my head /s
In terms of positives... it loads fast? I'm not giving any points for looking like the old website, as it's mimicking an era of Roblox where the site looked pretty bad. But that's just my opinion, others will probably feel differently about it, I dunno.
I could ignore these flaws if the community could pick up the slack. But about that...

Community:

From what I've seen in the very brief time I spent in their server, this community is RIDICULOUSLY UNHINGED. Forget Project X, they should've named this revival Aphrodisiac.
Some of the images I've seen in this server I'm scared to send here as I think it could risk me getting banned from the sub. I could mark this post as NSFW, but I think just posting a few examples should get my point across all the same.
how is this funny
i genuinely worry for this person's wellbeing
this message got pinned. bruh.
the fact that most of these were from a small timespan yesterday goodness
Seriously keep in mind that this isn't even the worst of it that I'm aware of. Heck, as I was writing this, there were people posting worse than this. Here's what one of the staffs "friends" had to say to that:
The message I replied to was deleted. I guarantee that if I didn't mention it, it would've gone unmoderated. And vein deleted their message as shika threatened to remove their friend role.
I can't stress this enough, good revivals have stuff like strict moderation and zero tolerance for degenerate behavior for a reason. These are places typically populated by people under the age of 18. And when the line between memes and actual degeneracy begins to get gray in communities like this, it only leads to bad things happening.
These are not servers for "The Boys™" to hang out and post things unfiltered, they're Roblox revivals. In any other revival I've been in, most of what I've seen on this server would get you permabanned. Here however, your messages get put on the starboard and even pinned. I can not find any justifications for this.
When even the owner constantly complains about the degeneracy surrounding their community, all I must ask is this: Why not actually do something about it?
GEE, I WONDER.
This was pinned in #english-chat.
Seriously, when THIS needs to be clarified, that's when you know SOMETHING is wrong.
After just looking around, I can say that I am not surprised that rumors are going out against shika. Not because they actually did anything (I don't think they did), but because of what's been allowed to exist under their ownership. Something really needs to change here before things get bad.

Final verdict: I can not recommend this revival whatsoever.

I was going into this expecting the community to be bad, that's par for the course with these sorts of revivals. But this was a whole other level of terrible that I just refuse to give it any sort of chance. Shame, I wanted a nice 2016 revival to make stupid games on. Hard ask, apparently.
I know that I didn't put much time into investigating this revival, but from all I've seen, I really don't want to. I could've just come in at a wrong time. Definitely possible, considering a lot of the screenshots I've shown were from such a small timeframe. But first impressions mean a lot, and the impression that I got was that this revival's favorite color is off-white.
Don't get things twisted - I do not want this to be a hate post or witch hunt or whatever. I truly believe that it's not too late to change things here. Syntax was in a similar position once, but it managed to improve significantly in its later months. It's not too late for Project X to do the same. I don't think it is, anyway.
That's all I've got for now. I may come back in like a month or so to see if things have changed or not. If it stays up that long, that is. You never know about revivals anymore.
Anyways I hope the next revival I decide to write about is passable enough for me to actually want to download the client. Thank you all for coming to my TED talk.
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2024.06.01 14:09 whowhatwhywh3re "mental health struggles, ADHD and Autism are selfish conditions" thoughts please?

Aspects of mental illness that can be seen as selfishness:
-suicide attempts
-self harm/using other addictions to cope with mental health conditions
-going to hospital for an injury which you know you did to yourself etc(selfish on doctors and nurses etc.)
-backing out of plans/reducing your number of commitments due to your mental ill health (for example leaving a uni course, cancelling plans to meet up with someone etc.)
Btw this post genuinely isnt intendended to come across as a random bitch fest towards people with mental illnesses. This is a post from someone who has struggled significantly with anxiety and other mental health conditions from a young age and I'm using this post to try and work out wether I am actually a selfish bitch for having a mental health condition or for not always coping with my anxiety and mental health in the best way
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2024.06.01 14:03 Uglyboy__boy Can’t do anything I’m in hospital anyways but.

I’m in hospital for trying to overdose. Already but I’ve been searching up the chances of dying from wall hanging and stuff cause there is this thing in the bathroom that I tie a charger to the shower is anti hang though since I’m a room for mentally ill teenagers.and it’s actually so draining and mentally exhausting having to explain and explain all over again. What happend I just do not wanna do it anymore I’m so tired help me I don’t know I won’t act on it so don’t worry
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2024.06.01 14:02 extraketchupnpickles Liquor is starting to make me sick?

Hi. I’ve been a heavy drinker since I was legally allowed to buy it. At points in my life I was drinking a 40 of vodka a day. I’m 26 now, and the thought of drinking a mouthful makes me shudder. I still do, but it mentally and physically pains me now. I get violently ill off 10-15, and I know it will happen and I never want to drink anymore. My concern is that, even though I know I don’t want to - I know I’m easy to sickness, I’ll make myself drink anyway. I never felt a need to force myself to drink UNTIL it started making me feel like shit. Why? And why don’t I have a tolerance anymore?
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2024.06.01 14:02 AdamLuyan 11.4.4.2 Noncorresponding Migration Laws

11.4.4.2 Noncorresponding Migration Laws
Noncorresponding Migration Law is named from three meanings: first, laws in this position have no aggregative heart function, do not correspond to Hearts and Heartland Laws; second, the laws have not substantial obstructive effects, do not correspond to Color Laws, also not corresponding to None-as Laws (cf. section 11.6.4); thirdly, the laws have birth, death, and mutation properties, therefore they are Migration Laws also.
There are twenty-four Noncorresponding Migration Laws in total: (1) Have Gain, (2) Life Root, (3) Category Differentia, (4) Mutant Nature, (5) Thoughtless Stillness; (6) Extinctive Stillness, (7) Thoughtlessness Retribution, (8) Name Body, (9) Sentence Body, (10) Literary y Body, (11) Birth, (12) Oldness, (13) Dwell, (14) Impermanence, (15) Cycle; (16) Definite Difference, (17) Correspondence, (18) Potency and Velocity, (19) Sequence, (20) Time; (21) Direction, (22) Number, (23) Combinability, (24) Non-Combinability.
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(1) Have Gain, based on the juristic differential position in sentient body and heart, three gains are established: (A) seed achievement, (B) self-sufficiency achievement, and (C) presently performance achievement. (A) Seed achievement. Seed is the meaning of root, cause, and escalation. In the sentient body, some laws that are not active but have the function of potential forces are seed achievement, such as the three non-defilement roots: root of unknowing which should be known, root of having known, and root of all knowing all seeing. The “root of unknowing which should be known” means that somebody interests to, wills to learn Four Cruxes (aka. Four Noble Truths), he or she has the root (or seed). When a man understands the four cruxes, he has the root of having known. After she proves the four cruxes, she has the root of all knowing all seeing (i.e., fig.11.4.4.2-2).
In Illustration 11.4.4.2-15, the second picture from left to right is Enlightenment Seed, which is the seed of “Non-Upper Correct-Equality Correct-Perception” (Sanskrit as Anuttara Samyak Sambodhi). The seed is the making of these four great vows: Sentient beings are edgeless, I vow: I ferry them all! Annoyances are endless, I vow I sever them all! Juristic doors are limitless, I vow I study them all! Buddha’s path is non-upper, I vow I endeavor to succeed! The Bodhicitta (i.e., enlightenment heart) seed is also known as Bodhicitta precept, and Will Ark. (B) Self-sufficiency achievement means becoming an independent autonomous individual who is self-sufficient in his or her needs. (C) Performance achievement is that seeds are arising presently as bodily orally and intentionally behaviors.
(2) Life Root is the sentient life; depending on behaviors of preceding karma, unconsciousness’ mutant fruits succeeding-ly sustain the physical and mental life.
(3) Category Differentia is established according to category differentiae of sentient body and heart’s differentiation. For example, based on sentient beings' abidance and transgression by the Ten Fundamental Precepts, and according to their hearts, annoyances, and environments, they are categorized as the six interests: hell-interest, livestock interest, hungry-ghost interest, asura-interest, human-interest, and sky-interest (Illustration 11.4.4.2-1 to 22; Cf. Chapter 13).
(4) Mutant Nature, mutant is a synonym for mundane people, is established by its seeds of annoyances and knows. And annoyances and knows hinder mundane beings departing from their own natures, so the two are also called annoyance hindrance and know hindrance.
Annoyance hindrances are “mean annoyances”, also known as mean muddles, such as greed, irritability, ignorance, arrogance, suspicion, Seth view, edge view, heresy, view fetch, precept fetch, and so on. Know hindrances are “view annoyances”, also known as view muddles, such as Seth view, edge view, heresy, view fetch, precept fetch, greed, irritation, ignorance, arrogance, suspicion, etc.
Annoyance hindrance and know hindrance are interdependent and pairs. Annoyance is recognized by know and know is felt by annoyance, so the two have the same head number and name. Annoyance hindrances are foolishness, ignorance, which can quietness, hinder nirvana. The know hindrance is like intelligence but not intelligence, and can obstruct intelligence and enlightenment, so it is also called the intelligence hindrance.
(5) Thoughtless Stillness, also known as Heartless Stillness and Longevity Sky, is one of the eight difficulties of life in Buddhism. The saying is that that a mutant who enters meditation and, with the intention to terminate thinks, continues to forcefully suppress preconsciousness (i.e., Eve-sense), day after day, month after year. Preconsciousness becomes thinner and thinner and is eventually snapped off. This meditator becomes a plant man or woman and dwells in the Longevity Sky waiting for the fruit of this Non-think Stillness to be consumed and then falls back to mundane world. Stillness is one heart state in which the subjective and objective change mutually, the person is even not a heart, how is that called a stillness? Because to terminate thinks is the first thing to go, and the body and mind are at peace, so it is called Thoughtless Stillness.
(6) Extinctive Stillness, also known as Terminating-Objective Stillness, is the state in which all objectives are terminated, is nirvana (i.e., Fig. 11.4.4.2-2 No Objective Sky). Nirvana is an None-as Law (aka Un-striving Law), so how can he or she also reach Nirvana when he or she makes such an effort to eliminate the objective objects, which is a Have-as Law (aka Striving Law)? In her or his efforts to act, she or he will surely experience many setbacks and failures, and there will be many moments of discouragement and losing heart, those frustrations or losing hearts correspond to unconsciousness’ renunciative acceptance, therefore also increase the presenting probability of nirvana.
(7) Thoughtlessness Retribution, i.e., Thoughtlessness Mutant Mature, is a brief phase of no-thought that may occur to meditator. Ancient Virtues explain that people often have negative or suicidal thoughts, thus planting the seed of thoughtlessness. When the seed is ripened by fumigation, it initiates the presentation. The ripening of thoughtlessness is a normal phenomenon and is harmless.
(8) Name Body, explains self-nature of laws, such as the eyes, ears, nose, tongue, and body, etc.
(9) Sentence Body explains the differences of laws, such as the saying, "The unconscious is the total root of the pre-consciousness, intent-sense, and body-sense, etc.; and pre-consciousness shiftily support the eye-sense or the ear-sense, etc., so becomes a continually updating work-platform of mind.”
(10) Literal Body, is words, is the basis for names and sentences.
(11) Birth is from none to have among migrations of “Category Differentiae”.
(12) Oldness is deterioration during the successions of migrations, changing into damage is old.
(13) Dwell is going along the course of the successions of migrations.
(14) Impermanence means fade and extinction during the successions of migrations. Impermanence is one of the Three Juristic Seals, the charter of Buddhism. The Three Juristic Seals are: migrations are impermanent, laws have no I (“I” means “Seth View”, lord), nirvana is quietness.
(15) Cycle, Sanskrit Samsara, means that six Interests of sentient beings are driftingly circulating in the three boundaries nine lands (see fig. 11.4.4.2) of the Three-Grand Great-Grand World.
(16) Definite Differentiation is the difference, also known as Fixed Number, which is established on the various differences of cause and effect. For example, the wonderful behavior is the cause of the lovable fruit, and the ferocious behavior is the cause of the unlovable fruit; the fixed differentiation is established on the various differences of cause and effect. For example, the ten lower evils (see Section 13.1.3) are the cause of the hungry ghost interest people; this causal relationship is fixed. For another example, a person who has entered the second meditation (see Section 12.2.2) will definitely be reborn in the Light Sound Sky after death; this causal relationship is fixed. The last example is that when God chooses the husband for his daughter Eve, Adam (or the golden boy) must have experienced the fourth meditation (see section 12.2.4), because people who have experienced the fourth meditation are qualified to go to hell to retrieve the "human bones” (i.e. “Buddha's-bone abnegated-benefit”, God's own bones) and give them to Eve, so that she can wake up to become the worldly No.1 and the mother of all living beings.
(18) Potency Speed is established based on the swift flow of the law of cause and effect.
(19) Sequence, that is one by one in the flow of cause and effect.
(20) Time is established in the continuous flow of cause and effect. Based on the continuous succession of cause and effect, if this cause and effect has been born and extinguished, the past time is established; if it has been born and not extinguished, the present time is established; if it has not been born, the future time is established. Also, the Mundane-World is defined as between two times. Based on the characteristics of the transcendence and growth of unconsciousness (anciently known as God-sense), the ancients established Catastrophe Calendar. In the upper right corner of Illustration 11.4.4.2 is a Mexican catastrophe calendar stone. There are four medium catastrophes in a Mundane-World, namely, Establishment Catastrophe, Dwell Catastrophe, Damage Catastrophe, and Empty Catastrophe. Each Medium Catastrophe consists of 20 small catastrophes. One small catastrophe is composed by one increase and one decrease.
The catastrophe calendar is generally used where the time is very slow or where the logic of time does not exist, such as the Hour Minute Sky (see fig. 11.4.4.2-12) and above and the hell. Figures 12 through 9, where the time goes by slowly, often counted in thousands of solar calendar years. To the Great God Sky (see fig. 8), where the logic of time no longer exists, so only catastrophe calendar can be used to count. Time is unstable in hell, sometimes forward and sometimes backward, so the catastrophe calendar is also commonly used to count time there. Interestingly, the ancient Sumerians converted the number of catastrophes of Sumeru (i.e., Adam) during his time in hell into 300 solar calendar years, so that the 100 solar calendar years in which Allah created the world and made man became 400 solar calendar years. Modern historians have found in the Sumerian King's Table an extra 300 solar calendar years for that period of history and do not know how to explain it.
(21) Direction, according to the front, back, right, and left of substantial forms, four dimensions of east, west, south, north, and up and down directions are established. Religions in general all have content to talk about the mental world, the inner world, also known as Five Nodes World, such as the first chapter of Bible which tells a mind-mechanical parable in the Five Nodes World. Religions call the solar light world, the materialist world, as Vessel World.
(22) Number is set up on the one-by-one difference of the many color-hearts’ migrations.
(23) Combinability, i.e., the aggregation of the crowds of factors gathered. As in the case of the sense laws, cause and effect are successive, they must be reconciled by means of a multitude of factors: the roots must be intact, the environment must be present, and the attention to generate senses must arise properly. All other laws can be known in this way.
(24) Non- combinability, as is evident from the opposite of combinability. For example, God-sense (i.e., immaculate part of unconsciousness), also known as Fortune (i.e., God-sense), root of all-knowing all-seeing, and salvation, is non-combinable with aggregate, fetch, and have, because unconsciousness only corresponds to renunciative acceptance.
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2024.06.01 14:00 MariafromSilentHill Scared to death of having sagging facial skin after 90lbs of weight loss

Hi, I am a 25 y.o 5ft 10” (1.77m) male this is about to be 26 who started losing weight in January of this year, I was 260lbs (117kg) fluctuating between 270lbs (122kg) sometimes. I’ve been this weight since late 2017. My current weight is 236lbs (107kg) in which I lost around 24lbs (10kg) so far. My goal weight is around 190lbs (86kg) or 170lbs (77kg). I’ve read up on excess skin (particularly sagging in the face) after major weight loss and I couldn’t be more discouraged, I have an incredibly hard time with loving my body as it is including issues with how I view myself due to a mental illness. Am I doomed to this fate because I definitely cannot afford any type of surgery.
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2024.06.01 13:57 BestKirby How do you even start to heal?

These days I have shit days and almost ok days though those are a lot more rare. Today is a shit day and I need to get this out of my head.
Everyone tells me to move on and that I'll meet someone new eventually but how am I ever meant to move on from things when her reason for ending it was that she didn't want a relationship right now? We'd met on a dating app and both wanted a long term relationship at the time. I'd honestly rather she'd said something hurtful, something critical, something I can understand as a reason for not wanting someone anymore. Tell me you hate me, tell me it's me, tell me I'm not good enough. Don't tell me we would be a great couple but it's not what you want right now.
For the first time in 32 years I felt like I had found someone that I could actually connect with. She knew me well enough in 6 months to read me like a book, better than anyone I'd been "close friends with" for over 2 decades. For the first time in my entire life I felt seen, understood and most importantly wanted. I didnt come from a wonderful home so I didn't even feel that from my own family.
How can I imagine ever moving on when I don't even have any negative feelings towards her? There was nothing I didn't like. Sure she had her own issues but they made her who she is. I saw them and they didn't matter to me. None of them were "deal breakers" or things I couldn't see passed. Everyone has flaws, hers were part of what made her beautiful.
We shared every interest I have and now that she no longer wants to be with me I can't even escape the thoughts of her no matter what I try.
We gamed together. We played boardgames together, we played tabletop games together, she read the same novels, she used to be involved in publishing and writing while living in the UK. She lived in Japan and enjoyed anime. She watched the same series, enjoyed the same memes. I feel like I can't do anything to escape the thought of her and it just hurts. I feel like I have nothing anymore. She even worked in IT. Mental health? She had similar diagnoses to me so I can't even involve myself with that without thinking about her.
The social activities and geeky things around town that I felt comfortable enough to engage with and start dipping my toes into the water in the social scene? Guess who is already a big part of that?
Now I get to live with feeling that someone that understood me to that degree rejected that, that understood so much about who I really am and decided that wasn't what they wanted "right now".
How do I move on when every part of who I am/was just reminds me of her? One of the last things she said to me when we broke up was "If I could feel what you feel, I would. We’d be such a great couple. I hate that I don’t." How do you move on when someone you were falling in love with acknowledges that you'd be great together but doesn't want you anymore? Maybe she was just trying to be kind and let me down easier but this isn't working for me. I honestly feel like the only way forward is to change who I fundamentally am. How am I ever meant to deal with this pain if everything I enjoy that should take my mind off her just reminds me of what I lost?
When people tell me I'll heal in time, maybe, but why would I ever think that this kind of thing won't just happen again? I feel discarded and unwanted. I feel hopeless. Why should I continue to fight this when it's just going to happen again? If the only person that I connected with to that degree doesn't want to be with me then how am I ever meant to believe that it won't just be exactly the same with "the next" person if I'm even ever able to get there?
Everytime I get a notification I hope it's her, even though I know it's not and that I was the one that said I needed to go no contact as I can't handle just being friends and watching from the sidelines. I want her to be happy more than anything else but it would legitimately kill me to see her flourishing in a relationship with someone else. I know she probably will and I hope she finds happiness but I can't be around to see it. I see her smile everytime I close my eyes. I remember how happy it made me to make her laugh. I remember supporting her when she was going through tough times and her telling me how lovely it was to not feel judged and that she didn't have to mask around me.
My world has been crumbling around me and those I thought I was close to before have shown me that the other connections I thought I had are shallow and superficial. In the weeks I've been like this, only one person has actually reached out and tried to be supportive. I know that it's a two way street but I just can't deal with this much longer. I feel so absolutely alone and trapped with my thoughts with no outlet that doesn't just amplify the pain. I feel like I have no real connections and only came to realise that now. When friends tell me that things like I'll heal or it will be ok all I can see is hallow platitudes meant to make them feel like they're helping.
I'm not ok. Don't tell me it will be ok.
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2024.06.01 13:56 genericusername1904 H.G. WELLS’S, THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME (1933) VS. 1984 AND BRAVE NEW WORLD

H.G. WELLS’S, THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME (1933) VS. 1984 AND BRAVE NEW WORLD

ID, IX. MAIORES. V, CAL. IUNI. FORTUNA PRIMIGENIA.

I discovered this book by complete chance last year – a very old hardback copy was given to me as gift (in a situation which was certainly weighted with the most unlikely of synchronicities), “huh,” I thought, “it’s a first edition of H.G. Wells,” the book itself almost cannot be opened because it is so old and falling apart so I procured a text and audio file of the thing relatively easily and began to read. In hindsight not only for myself but I fancy for the generations of the last fifty years - in all totality, it is deeply strange that this book has not been more widely recognized or taught in schools, as like 1984 and Brave New World, as being the third contender (although technically the second, published one year after Huxley – seemingly written at the same time interestingly enough) in “visions of dystopia” – except that the book is not so much a vision of dystopia tomorrow but a vision of dystopia ‘today’ or rather ‘life as we know it’ of the 19th, 20th and 21st Centuries (endless war, endless pandemics, economic and logistic chaos), narrated from the comfortable and reassuring position of a society far far in the future who have long since revised their culture and solved all of the causes of the problems and become a society of genius polymaths “with (every Man and Woman) the intellectual equal of the polymaths of the ancient world.”
Now, I do not mean here to seem to ‘sweet-talk’ the reader into rushing out and buying this book or to hold it up in the manner of those other books as if it were some ideological blueprint but instead to assay the thing in the natural context which seems to me to be universally unrealized and which presents itself to us as a thing which is plainly self-evident, that is: that in the depressing and miserable dichotomy of 1984 and Brave New World; two extremely atomizing and miserable narratives, that there is also – far more empowering – The Shape Of Things To Come wherein the miserable protagony and antagony of both 1984 and Brave New World might read as merely a footnote somewhere in the middle of the book as an example of the witless measures mankinds old master undertook to preserve their power in an untenable circumstance. In other words, we know all about 1984 as children; we have this drummed into our heads and we glean our cultural comprehension that dictators cannot be cliques of business people but only lone individuals, usually in military uniform, and then we graduate from that to Brave New World to gain a more sophisticated comprehension of the feckless consumerism and ‘passive egoism’ by which our society actually operates, but then we do not – as I argue we ought – continue along in our education with this third book which actually addresses the matters at hand at a more adult level.
For instance, here, from ‘The Breakdown Of Finance And Social Morale After Versailles’ (Book One, Chapter Twelve) addresses in a single paragraph the cause of our continual economic chaos (of which all crime and poverty and war originates from) and highlights the problem from which this chaos cannot be resolved yet could easily be resolved, “adjustment was left to blind and ill-estimated forces,” “manifestly, a dramatic revision of the liberties of enterprise was necessary, but the enterprising people who controlled politics (would be) the very last people to undertake such a revision,”

…the expansion of productive energy was being accompanied by a positive contraction of the distributive arrangements which determined consumption. The more efficient the output, the fewer were the wages-earners. The more stuff there was, the fewer consumers there were. The fewer the consumers, the smaller the trading profits, and the less the gross spending power of the shareholders and individual entrepreneurs. So buying dwindled at both ends of the process and the common investor suffered with the wages- earner. This was the "Paradox of Overproduction" which so troubled the writers and journalists of the third decade of the twentieth century.

It is easy for the young student to-day to ask "Why did they not adjust?" But let him ask himself who there was to adjust. Our modern superstructure of applied economic science, the David Lubin Bureau and the General Directors' Board, with its vast recording organization, its hundreds of thousands of stations and observers, directing, adjusting, apportioning and distributing, had not even begun to exist. Adjustment was left to blind and ill-estimated forces. It was the general interest of mankind to be prosperous, but it was nobody's particular interest to keep affairs in a frame of prosperity. Manifestly a dramatic revision of the liberties of enterprise was necessary, but the enterprising people who controlled politics, so far as political life was controlled, were the very last people to undertake such a revision.

There is a clever metaphor I fancy that Wells worked in to this for the ‘actual’ defacto controlling class of things, that is: not really the politicians (sorry to disappoint the Orwell and conspiracy fans) but instead the ‘Dictatorship of the Air’ which might easily read as the ‘Dictatorship of the Airwaves’ – in colloquial language, that being radio and then television. Certainly we might imagine Rupert Murdoch or Ted Turner or Sumner Redstone (of yesterday) entering into honourable retirement as like the ‘dictators of the air’ of the very last days before the establishment of a one world state – in any case that is how things would work out, as the power of, say, Ted Turner to eradicate a political party in the United States – at any time he wishes – by simply green-lighting coverage of their bad actions relentlessly for months until revolution occurs is a real power of which no other institution possesses nor possesses any means of defence against, i.e. the ‘real power’ in our world to end a war or begin or war or end this or begin that is that power held by the organized press. This metaphor is somewhat of a more mature view, I think, than Wells earlier conception of the press in The Sleeper Awakes (1899) where the press of a dystopian future is visualized as a “babble machine” spreading circular nonsense to preoccupy the citizenry (although this is arguably a true representation of the mental processes of the Twitter and Facebook user, or of the general baby-speak and extremely infantile form of the news reports on the front page of the BBC News website) which is more or less what the press depicted as being in Brave New World also.
However the construction of sudden new realities (or sudden ‘actualities’) presented by the equation of interdependent technological innovations (i.e. the radio and the television in this instance) is mentioned early on in The Shape Of Things To Come in ‘How The Idea And Hope Of The Modern World State First Appeared’ (Book One, Chapter Two),

The fruitlessness of all these premature inventions is very easily explained. First in the case of the Transatlantic passage; either the earlier navigators who got to America never got back, or, if they did get back, they were unable to find the necessary support and means to go again before they died, or they had had enough of hardship, or they perished in a second attempt. Their stories were distorted into fantastic legends and substantially disbelieved. It was, indeed, a quite futile adventure to get to America until the keeled sailing ship, the science of navigation, and the mariner's compass had been added to human resources. (Then), in the matter of printing, it was only when the Chinese had developed the systematic manufacture of abundant cheap paper sheets in standard sizes that the printed book—and its consequent release of knowledge—became practically possible. Finally the delay in the attainment of flying was inevitable because before men could progress beyond precarious gliding it was necessary for metallurgy to reach a point at which the internal combustion engine could be made. Until then they could build nothing strong enough and light enough to battle with the eddies of the air.

In an exactly parallel manner, the conception of one single human community organized for collective service to the common weal had to wait until the rapid evolution of the means of communication could arrest and promise to defeat the disintegrative influence of geographical separation. That rapid evolution came at last in the nineteenth century, and it has been described already in a preceding chapter of this world history. Steam power, oil power, electric power, the railway, the steamship, the aeroplane, transmission by wire and aerial transmission followed each other very rapidly. They knit together the human species as it had never been knit before. Insensibly, in less than a century, the utterly impracticable became not merely a possible adjustment but an urgently necessary adjustment if civilization was to continue.

In other words, then, a global state (or, rather, such power in general held by the press as I see the analogy extending to them as being the ‘Dictatorship of the Airwaves’) was impossible to imagine and completely laughable before the technologies had stacked together to reveal as like in a simple piece of arithmetic which produced a single outcome of the equation; that no sooner had the technologies existed then the thing had become an actual reality – in that 1) unassailable political power had been unthinkingly dropped into the lap of the owners of the press, but that more importantly as consequence that therefore 2) mankind was subject to that power, that is: the situation existed the moment the technologies did – and this whether any living person had even realized it, as I think quite naturally all the time Men and Women invent things that they really have no notion of the fullest or most optimal uses of (“nothing is needed by fools, for: they do not understand how to use anything but are in want of everything,” Chrysippus), e.g. in no metaphor the television was quite literally invented as a ‘ghost box’ to commune with ghosts imagined to reveal themselves by manipulating the black and white of the static until someone else had the idea that there was at least one other use for that contraption.
It is quite strange, also, that in contemporary times we have for ages been heavily propagandized ‘against’ the idea of a “one world state” as if, say, all the crimes and fecklessness that have gone on in our lifetimes are somehow secretly building towards the creation of such a thing – not a thing you would naturally conclude from an observation of those events nor a thing advocated for by anybody (insofar as I have ever heard) but it is a thing which would be the first logical response to ‘preventing’ such crimes from ever occurring again – such as like the already widely practiced concept of a Senate-Style Federation of Sovereign States rather than a hundred or so mutually antagonistic polities capable of bombing themselves or screwing up their economies and creating waves of refugees or mass starvation or pandemics, and so on. For instance, All Egypt is dependent on the flow of the Nile which originates in what is today another country, that other country recently decimated the flow of the Nile by gumming up the Nile with a Hydroelectric Dam; such an outcome would not occur if the total mass of the land itself was governed as the single interconnected economic and environmental system that it is in physical reality of which, when divided along arbitrary borderlines, there is no means to govern the entirety of the region in an amicable and prosperous manner for all as a whole and no recourse to the otherwise intolerable situation but War which is unlikely to occur – as most Nations are comprised of civilized peoples who rightly loath the concept of War – but it is the single and unavoidable outcome to resolve such a situation until that situation has dragged on for decades, causing immense suffering, until it reaches that point of desperation – the matter of Palestine and Israel, fresh to my mind in these days, raises itself also.
Of the matter of War itself, in ‘The Direct Action Of The Armament Industries In Maintaining War Stresses’ (Book One, Chapter Eleven), Wells relays in 1933 what United States President Eisenhower would later remark in 1961 in his farewell address of the dangers of the Military Industrial Complex; albeit far more analytically on Wells part, that: it is not so much the ‘desire to harm’ on the part of the armament industries which sees them engage in unnecessary build-up of weapons stockpiles but that it is simply their business to produce, to stockpile, produce more deadly variants and stockpile the more deadly variants and sell off their old stockpiles to whomsoever rings their doorbell; for instance the on-going War in Ukraine is no different in this regard to the Viet Cong and NATO Warfare in Vietnam in that massive quantities of cheap munitions were necessary for the war to be fought in the first place and massive quantities of munitions happened to exist as a by-product of the Armaments Industries to be dumped onto the warring parties in order to facilitate their macabre impulses at the expense of the citizenry; both at their cost in terms of the debt taken on to procure the weaponry on the part of their governments and in terms of their lives when the weaponry was utilized to the outcome of massive loss of life of a single peoples within a bordered space – a thing of no value to themselves. Simply put, albeit in a very simplistic reduction to the bare basics: the War would not reached such catastrophic inhuman proportions without massive quantities of cheap Armaments that otherwise sat taking up warehouse space for more valuable Armaments on the part of the producer and seller.

In a perpetual progress in the size and range of great guns, in a vast expansion of battleships that were continually scrapped in favour of larger or more elaborate models, (Armament Firms) found a most important and inexhaustible field of profit. The governments of the world were taken unawares, and in a little while the industry, by sound and accepted methods of salesmanship, was able to impose its novelties upon these ancient institutions with their tradition of implacable mutual antagonism. It was realized very soon that any decay of patriotism and loyalty would be inimical to this great system of profits, and the selling branch of the industry either bought directly or contrived to control most of the great newspapers of the time, and exercised a watchful vigilance on the teaching of belligerence in schools. Following the established rules and usages for a marketing industrialism, and with little thought of any consequences but profits, the directors of these huge concerns built up the new warfare that found its first exposition in the Great War of 1914-18, and gave its last desperate and frightful convulsions in the Polish wars of 1940 and the subsequent decades.

Even at its outset in 1914-18 this new warfare was extraordinarily uncongenial to humanity. It did not even satisfy man's normal combative instincts. What an angry man wants to do is to beat and bash another living being, not to be shot at from ten miles distance or poisoned in a hole. Instead of drinking delight of battle with their peers, men tasted all the indiscriminating terror of an earthquake. The war literature stored at Atacama, to which we have already referred, is full of futile protest against the horror, the unsportsmanlike quality, the casual filthiness and indecency, the mechanical disregard of human dignity of the new tactics. But such protest itself was necessarily futile, because it did not go on to a clear indictment of the forces that were making, sustaining and distorting war. The child howled and wept and they did not even attempt to see what it was had tormented it.

To us nowadays it seems insane that profit-making individuals and companies should have been allowed to manufacture weapons and sell the apparatus of murder to all comers. But to the man of the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries it seemed the most natural thing in the world. It had grown up in an entirely logical and necessary way, without any restraint upon the normal marketing methods of peace-time commerce, from the continually more extensive application of new industrial products to warfare. Even after the World War catastrophe, after that complete demonstration of the futility of war, men still allowed themselves to be herded like sheep into the barracks, to be trained to consume, and be consumed, by new lines of slaughter goods produced and marketed by the still active armament traders. And the accumulation of a still greater and still more dangerous mass of war material continued.

The book is, if the reader has likely already gathered from the excerpts, not written in the style of a protagonal narrative; i.e. not as a story, i.e. no hero and no villain, but as a sort of a Historia Augusta – that is really the most fitting comparison I think of when trying to describe this to a new reader (or perhaps J.J. Scarisbrick’s Henry VIII), that is to say it is written ‘as’ a History in the classical style we are familiar with from the better of the ancient writers, as like Appian or Cassius Dio, but unlike Suetonius or Tacitus it is absent of the sloppy hinging of all bad things on the highly personalized propaganda ad hominem (i.e. blame the fall of empire on one guy) that goes in those narrative works as we are typically familiar with them.
It is, of course, a work a fiction; although Wells did predict World War Two beginning in late 1939-1940 (although he had Poland putting up much better and longer of a fight against the Germans) and various other innovations, beginning from his own day with a true account of events prior to his own day – giving us a valuable account of affairs and actors prior to 1933 which would otherwise not come easily to any of us to discover. But the book, ultimately, is vehicle for the transmission and discussion of these societal (i.e. social, economic, industrial, logistic) matters presented to the audience of the day fresh, in their own minds, from the abject horror recently witnessed in World War One – and the economic catastrophes of which Roosevelts reforms had not yet come into tangible reality (i.e. relief for the poor, public works projects such as the motorways across America) as is discussed in that other seemingly little known H.G. Wells literary offering in his face-to-face interview with Josef Stalin the following year in 1934 (something which I think is of far more historical value than say, Nixon and Frost or Prince Andrew and Emily Maitlis), so as to ‘avert’ another crisis and pluck from the ether a seemingly alternate trajectory of where Mankind might at last get its act together. This ‘novel’ (thought it seems strange to call it that) ought be read, I would advise, in conjunction with ‘The Sleeper Awakes’ (1899) and also the (actually very depressing – I would not advise it) short-story prequel ‘A Story Of The Days To Come’ (1897) – set in that same universe – which, perhaps it is because I am English, seems to me to be a black horror show of the reality that we actually find ourselves living in this far into an actually dystopic future – or perhaps yet with the ‘strange windmills’ powering the mega cities that this a future yet to come (no pun intended); the broken speech, the babble machines, the miserable condition of the Working Class and their consumption of pre-packaged soft bread, the desire to flee the urban sprawl into the dilapidated countryside and make a little life in a run-down house with tacky wallpaper peeling away … ah, forgive me, my point is that ‘our condition’; i.e. those of us literate in English, is quite analogous to the condition of the central characters in those two stories; a culture dulled intellectually to the point that they can barely speak or think, being appraised and assayed by ourselves; those of us simply literate, as to render our commentary stuck as to seem as mutually alien as like Caesar in Gaul. However, it is in the context of the frame given to us in ‘The Shape Of Things To Come’ that we might gain a degree of sanity about this self-same situation; to study and lean into that dispassionate quality as to discern the nature of things as they are and recognize how important this quality is in relation to Well’s ultimate outcome for the best possible position of Humankind far far future, that is: that of Humankind’s vital intellectual capacity, and that the most striking message of STC, beyond all we have mentioned in this little overview, is that intellectual capacity in and of itself.
For example, when we consider the ‘actuality’ of the power of Turner or perhaps Zuckerberg in his heyday, for instance, we consider a power fallen into a Mans lap by an accidental stacking of disparate technologies created not by himself but of which possess a power utterly dependent in that same equation upon on a population being ‘witless’ in the first place and so led slavishly by the “babble machines”. However you cut it, reader, the great uplifting of Humankind to a standard of autonomy and intellectual prowess – not held by an elite but possessed by All People – is a thing both intrinsically self-sufficient within our grasp for our own selves and is certainly the prerequisite for political matters in that intellectual capacity of the voting public determines entirely whether a public is tricked or foolish and gets themselves into trouble by undertaking some obvious error or whether they are immune to such trickery and foolishness in the first place and that their energies and time are spent on more valuable pursuits. It seems to me that our contemporary society has done away with the notion of good character through intellect and that we live with the outcome of this; being shepherded by emotional manipulation and brute force because our society at large is treated as if we lacked the verbal and intellectual toolsets to understand anything else – moreover possessing no means to discern whether or not what is forced onto us is right or wrong; truth or lies, and so on. Such a society as this, again it seems plain to me, is ‘any’ dystopia because it is the baseline composition for ‘all’ dystopia; as like the foolish dogma of an out-dated ideology for example rests itself upon a large enough contingent of the public being either treated as if they were or in fact are “too foolish” to discuss or think a thing through, so a dogma is poured over them like concrete creating, in turn, intolerable circumstances as the dogma, tomorrow, becomes out-dated and suddenly instructs them to do foolish things, as like in the “Banality Of Evil” (read: Hannah Arendt) as the character in all serious perpetrators of inhumanity who insist, with a confused expression on their faces, that they were just doing their job – and this ‘quality’, of extreme ignorance, is the composition of the culture where such ‘evil actions’ occur.
I mean here that in STC we have on one hand a very in-depth account, very serious reading, to graduate the reader out of the depressive, atomizing, disempowering, conspiratorial milieu and mire of ‘life’ presented to us in 1984 and Brave New World, but that we have at the same time the very resonant harmonics that one does not need to “wait around for a distant future utopia” to “solve all the problems” but that the tools to do so are well within our grasp at any time we so choose and of which such an undertaking constitutes the foundation stones and tapestries of that future utopia which, I think, could be said to “meet us half-way” in many of these matters, as like we reach forward and they reach back and then those in the past reach forward and we in the present reach back; that is anyway what it is to learn from the past and anyway the answer to “why the Grandfather sews the seeds for trees from whose fruits he will never eat.”
Valete.

ID, IX. MAIORES. V, CAL. IUNI. FORTUNA PRIMIGENIA.

FULL TEXT ON GUTENBERG OF H.G. WELLS ‘THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME’ (1933)
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2024.06.01 13:52 VinScratch777 Feeling anxious about having anxiety for life, how do you cope and will i ever live a normal life again?

Hey everyone, i have just been diagnosed some medication which is propranolol and mirtazapine for anxiety and my doctor said i could be on it for life. Its put me in a massive rut that was already bad because now i feel i will never function as a normal human again and my life and potential careers and relationships are over. I always suffered with bad anxiety and had bad ruts but always got over them as i had answers and it calmed my brain down. It started with health anxiety which started bad but got better with time and tests and then i got work anxiety that fucked my life up for a month but i quit the job and got over it and went to enjoying my life and looking for remote work.
Now i'm in the worst rut ever and im scared i will be like this for life as i dont see a way out this time. A month ago i had an existential crisis which stemmed from a video i watched on youtube about not knowing life and for all we know we might not be real and all this different scary shit (i so regret watching this) which has fucked me over as there is no answers to this so my brain is fixated. For 2 weeks i was getting up and feeling so fucking depressed but the anxiety didn't full set in yet and i was just existing but still enjoying little aspects of life and trying to make my self come around. Fast forward to 2 weeks into this and hell truly began as i started also looking for work and i had this massive meltdown where it all got on top of me. I started having 24/7 anxiety attacks and still do now where i feel sick all day (can't eat), i'm shaking like no tomorrow and my heart feels like it will explode any minute with how much shit its going thru. I think with this existential shit on my mind + having to find a job as i want to be normal its really getting to me and my anxiety is fully taking over. I'll be honest i don't see a way out. I'm now fretting i will be like this for life and my 'normal' self has forever left me. How can i function like this? My anxiety is getting scared of even it-self. I keep reading depressing stories on here with people with GAD and severe anxiety saying its never the same for them again and they just 'manage'? what kind of life is that? i cant function or do anything, i dont enjoy anything anymore. My mum broke down as shes so clueless on what to do and thats another thing im anxious about, disappointment. I keep imagining i will be in an asylum and never have a chance at life anymore. I'm so fucking fed up and i have cried countless times. Please any advice or help. Does this get better or is it over for me. Fucking mental health is never ending.
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2024.06.01 13:37 PatroWasTaken 3 hours

Hey everyone, I don't expect anyone to reply to this as it'll probably be shrouded by the other posts. Just needed somewhere to write it all down.
My life has never been good. I've had moments of happiness, even for extended periods of time, but never for longer than a few months at most. I grew up in a horrible environments in and out of CPS where my Mum finally got custody of me at age 3, after I remained in a foster home for around 6 months. My Mom tried so hard for me, even until she won her court case against my birth Father. Until I was around 12, I was raised in a fairly normal environment by myself. Most of my childhood I never endured abuse or anything like that. It wasn't until I was 12, shit got real. At that age, people deemed my problems invalid because I was so young and "it couldn't be that bad" or "other people have it worse". I could never tell my Mum because I didn't want to dissapoint her and make it seem like all her efforts were for naught. As such, I sat alone with my problems, occasionally talking to people online, but nothing helped. When I turned 13, I discovered herbal cigarettes for the first time. I would roll a herb (usually something that produced a relaxing effect or a minor hallucinagen) and smoke it on my porch when my parents weren't home. After I first tried it, I told myself, "It was a good stress reliever, but I'm not gonna do this again. It's bad for me." This cycle repeated daily for around a month. Eventually, my parents found out. Despite my worries, they weren't mad. But the dissapointment in my Mum's eyes were unreal.
This was the moment where I first lost my parents trust.
Eventually, I stopped, as my parents hid everything away from me. Because of this I never wanted to be at my house, so I was with a new group of "friends: I had made. There was this one guy, who I'll name John. John shared a lot of my common interests, and would talk to me during class and we'd hang out at the centre of our city pretty often, just us two messing around and having fun, like a bunch of 8th grade boys. This lasted for a few months. I had one of the best birthdays ever with him. Around a month afterwards, this man somehow tricked me into sending nudes to him. I'm a straight man. I thought this was another one of his jokes and we'd be chill afterwards.
I was wrong.
The next day, I went to school surrounded by weirded stares and comments on the situation. I knew then, that I seriously fucked up bad. I somehow got myself out of the situation by saying it wasn't me, but my friendship with John was diminished. Despite this, he was the only friend I actually hung out with consistently after that. I dealt with his remarks in the times in the future, which grew more and more consistent as the times went on. I knew I had to let him go after he told my principle that I had a weapon on me for self defense (which basically everyone in my city does), which nearly led to me being suspended. Eventually, I abandoned him all together, and ran with whatever little amount of pride I had left. I fell into a huge state of depression after this. Even my online friends didn't want me anymore. Someone had accused me of being a pedophile and falsified screenshots. I had no one.
One day, after school, a friend who I wasn't particularly close with wanted to hang out with me after school. He mentioned his parents had a cabinet full of alcohol.
Seeing no danger with this, I accepted without hesitation. This was my first experience with alcohol. I got wasted with him, and for the first time in months, my worries washed away. Eventually, this became a weekly occurance. I would tell my parents I was going to the park, but instead I would get drunk with my friend. This soon became the only way I could live without stress. Around this time, I became closer with an acuqainted friend and his friend group, who we'll call Terry and his friends. Terry was a chill guy. We didn't share all the same interests, but he liked me for who I was. He didn't care about my past. I became closer with his friends, too. Eventually this became my new friend group. Around the time I formed this new friend group, I stopped going drinking with my other friend. Not because I didn't want to, but because he stopped pestering me to hang out with him like he did the months before. Instead, the roles were reversed at that point. Me and this friend group started hanging out more, and more, and more.
During this time, I met my first love. It was online, but it felt like the best thing in the world. We were young, and stupid. She was beautiful. I remember first talking to her on the phone on the plane ride to my Uncle's wedding. I decided to myself that I really liked this girl. I wanted her more than anything. I remember she was the only thing I dedicated myself for. Something I felt was worth being there for. I finally felt like I had some worth for the first time in forever. I should mention this was slightly before the drinking thing. We talked, we called, we loved for two whole weeks. Towards the end, I made the stupid mistake of telling her that "if I didn't meet her I probably would've killed myself". This wasn't entirely true. I was depressed before talking to her, but I don't think I was suicidal. However, this seemed to be a problem for her. Apparently, she felt trapped. Thus, she left me. I remember having to hide my heartbreak from my parents. I shortly got over it, however, and met a new girl from my school. I realize now I didn't love her, I loved the idea of being in a relationship. I remember joking to my ex about how bad my girtlfriend at the time was. After a while, she found out I was following other girls on instagram. I denied it at first, but discovered it was an opportunity to pin a breakup on her not trusting me enough, so I used that reason and dumped her. She later told the whole school I was unloyal (which I wasn't, I didn't even talk to the girls I followed). She proceeded to post shitty photos of me on her tiktok account. I remember being fuming. If sonething so small was the worst of my problems now, I would be blissful happy right now. A few weeks afterwards, I got back with my first ex. This time, it was one sided. After just over a month, I began to look at girls in my class with desire. I completely broke it off with my ex, telling her I didn't love her anymore. Years later, I still regret this decision. She accepted this, and we remained friends. Every time I felt lonely, I would talk to her again, and we would begin talking like we were together again. This repeated for around 6 months. We kept talking until around a few months ago, where I discovered she blocked me out of nowhere. I believe it was out of respect for her new boyfriend, which I respect.
After we had broken it off for the final time, I began spending time outside of school with my new friend group. Slowly, we began to hang out more and more. I even found a new girlfriend, which I had found off of quick add on snapchat, lol. Around Christmas, things went downhill. My friends asked a personal question, which was whether my girlfriend had sent me explicit pictures (i thought it would make me sound cooler if I said yes), but then they caught me in the lie, and they immediately lost trust for me. I saw the same look in their eyes as I saw in my Mother. Distrust. I tried to salvage the friendship, but I new it wouldn't be the same ever again. It still isn't. I saw the cycle repeat itself. Like last time, I left my girlfriend because I lost interest. I began to become depressed again. I started vaping and drinking to escape the pain. I didn't care as much about my looks anymore. I remember having one of the worst heartbreaks of my life afterwards. I told myself I wouldn't date ever again. I still hung out with my friends, but we all knew inside that we didnt care for each other as much as we acted. For around a month, I lived life in a cycle. A depressed cycle. One day, I caught a glimpse of a girl in my class who was exactly my type in a woman, physically and mentally. I knew she was far too good for me. I barely talked to her, and didn't have her on any social media. I eventually got the courage one afternoon to add her on snapchat, after one of my friends gave me her snap. This was after a mutual friend informed me that she found me attractive, which I didn't buy. The night I added her, we talked, and I rememebr playing games with her and her friends. It was one of the best nights I've ever had. I fucked up my sleep sdchedule just to speak to her longer. I got to know her more, and more. She was the most beautiful and perfect girl in the world. My eternal bliss lasted for a week. I had ordered flowers to ask her out with and I had the whole thing planned out with her friends. I remember going to my first work shift, and coming home, and getting a message from her:
"Hey, I think I'm lesbian. It's not your fault, I promise. I'm so sorry."
I was heartbroken, I kept tryna suffocated myself over and over again. I asked her why, what her thought process was. She eventually tired of my questions and she said that I was being a dick about it. I ended up sending her a message later that day telling her that I was sorry for being a dick about it (I still don't know what I did wrong). I didn't go to school the next day. I remember avoiding her hard for the whole rest of the school term. I was insanely depressed afterwards, the worst I've ever felt. she was the best thing that ever happened to me. I tried weed for the first time afterwards, it was mesmerising. It nearly compared to the feeling of being with her. But it was only a temporary escape. As the weeks went on, I became more and more depressed. Then, my parents found out I smoked weed, and my own mother told the police (I still dont know if thats morally right and im overthinking it) and my whole family found out and now hates me. I'm scheduled to see them tomorrow. I'm being illegally overowkred by my job, and I can;t do anything about it. I didn;t show up today, I'm probably already fired. I tried a cigarette today, it was one last thing I wanted to know before I pass. I went to one last convension today, and asked God for a sign to keep living. I ended up meeting a girl, asking for her number, and she gave me her insta and messaged me "You really thought I'd date you? Not tryna be mean".
In three hours, it'll turn midnight. I'll go to a store, find nitrous oxide, and overdose on that. Asphyxiation isn't that painful. I have nothing at all.
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2024.06.01 13:34 StrangeCreature101 Loneliness

There is an emptiness inside me that no amount of therapy or medication could ever reach. I don't even think I'm depressed or mentally ill in any way, just painfully aware of my reality. I will never be understood. I know many of us struggle with feeling alone in this world, I guess I'm just not someone who wants to stick around feeling this way forever. I can't. I'm happy and at peace with the feeling that I will cease to exist someday. I just hope it's sooner rather than later.
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2024.06.01 13:32 Razeno1d Why couldn't Azur Promilia be an Azur Lane RPG?

First of, I'm still super excited for Azur Promilia. Another open world RPG, more competition to already famous games in the genre. From a company that has done an insanely good job with Azur Lane. The game looks amazing.
Despite all of that excitement I am also sad, because for years I've been waiting for Azur Lane to get a modern, up to date PC-game. The story, uniqueness of the world, character design with skins is so insanely good in my opinion. Manjuu is known to have a good track record, a fair monetization model (although for the open world equivalent I wouldn't be surprised to see this change).
I see so much potential in an Azur Lane RPG in the style of Genshin, Wuwa. Arknights is getting its Endfield. It could have been extremely unique too, with you mostly exploring the oceans and seas. Navigating from country to country, continent to continent, going through the stories, seeing all the different fractions and their story. I like Azur Lane's character design the most, the characters are super attractive, or cute and the skins are insane. It's such a shame and continously makes me think what could have been if instead of Manjuu doing Azur Promilia we would have gotten an open world RPG Azur Lane.
Of course I'll still play Azur Promilia and I'm sure it will be a good game, by a good developer in a beautiful setting, but deep down I'm still waiting for a new, modernized Azur Lane game on PC, like I've been waiting for years already. Maybe one day...
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2024.06.01 13:30 Portydown I’ll vote green

DR102 The Green Party recognises that in the majority of cases the limited use of drugs for recreational purposes is not harmful and has the potential to enhance human relationships and human creativity. Most harmful drug use is underpinned by poverty, isolation, mental illness, physical illness and psychological trauma. The minimisation of these societal ills will be the focus of the Green Party.
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2024.06.01 13:28 dimsumllama Is anyone else constantly tired/sleepy for taking the birth control pills and Metformin long-term?

As the title says. I already reached my 1st anniversary of taking birth control pills for my pcos (particularly, the combined pills) + Metformin to control my prediabetic conditions. I don't know, but I've noticed that I get easily tired, sleepy and depressed. It's so severe that there are a lot of times I've been crying myself to sleep and I would rather lock myself up in my room than interact with the world. Is this normal? Should I ask my OB-GYNE to change my prescription? Is it also the right time to see a psychiatrist to check out if I do have depression or any underlying mental illness?
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2024.06.01 13:13 Single_Earth_2973 7 and a half months in and…

It’s true what everyone said on this forum, 7 and a half months/8 months really is the huge turning point
It’s funny, I still wake up crying often. But crying has always been something beautiful to me. It’s a sign that things are moving, things are healing.
I’m not frozen in fear. Hypervigilant and having rolling panic attacks for days on end.
PTSD is literally the worst thing I’ve ever experienced. I wish there was some bullshit silver lining in that but there’s not. It’s fucking awful, but I’m so thankful and relieved that we have amazing, powerful therapies like EMDR. We don’t have to suffer in pain for months and decades of our lives. We can heal, we can grow, we can recover.
I’m feeling lighter and happier. I have more perspective. I realize what happened to me is not my fault. My panic attacks have switched from three day long anxiety fests to like an evening after I get triggered, and I’m not done yet.
I’m feeling so hopeful and optimistic about the future. I’m excited for the summer, I’m planning things, I have so much love in my heart for my friends. Small things like hot chocolate and bubble baths and yellow roses make my heart so happy.
I never thought I would get here. I felt stuck and broken. I was terrified I’d be terrified forever. But we can always heal.
“Trauma is a fact of life but it doesn’t have to be a life sentence.”
My life has been full of trauma but it’s also been full of growth, healing and self discovery. I work through the pain and I heal myself everyday, I don’t give up on myself, I don’t abandon myself when sometimes all I want to do is not exist (when I’m in the middle of that pain) and if you’re here - neither do you.
And you should be so proud of yourself for that. You are an amazing human being that you are so resilient and you try so hard for yourself when it would be so fucking easy to just give up. Well fuck that coz that’s just what our abusers and perpetrators want us to do. Let’s heal and move forward and leave them to rot in their self-imposed misery and pain.
One thing I’ve been thinking about is I wonder if people with PTSD/CPTSD have more sensitive nervous systems. I believe that “mental illness” is a natural response to awful circumstances and that most people in one way or another have struggles with and anxiety and depression. Because we have been through so much, we suffer more.
Sometimes it is so unfair that we get “stuck” with PTSD and CPTSD after our trauma (with PTSD being statistically unlikely for many) but I also wonder if our sensitivity is also a gift, we feel our pain and our fear more deeply than others but we also feel things like love, joy and gratitude more deeply than others too. We are so sensitive to the world and the beauty in it (as well as all that is awful) because we understand how fragile and vulnerable it is. We know life can be taken in a second. Many people are asleep to that and they never know and realize the preciousness of life and all those little moments until they’re on their deathbed. We’ve already been there in a way. We brushed with death in one form or another and survived. And our life is a tragic gift because of it. And there’s so much bittersweet growth and insight to be found in that. I’d most definitely give it back ;) but there is no back, so what is the lesson? What is the beauty? It’s hard to see where you’re suffering so acutely, but it’s easier to see once you get out onto the other side a little.
I felt so hopeless even a month or two ago but now I’m seeing so much goodness and growth and recovery
Maybe tomorrow I might feel differently. Maybe I’ll want to die again. But maybe I won’t. 😊😉
Keep going 💛
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2024.06.01 13:12 mybloodyballentine My Q started screaming about the end of democracy at 6:15 am

I have to give my cat insulin at 7, and he was in hiding from the yelling.
Things I learned:
  1. He doesn’t care about the neighbors, blah blah free speech. I live in an apartment. It’s 6 in the morning, dude!
  2. He claims Fox News and Murdoch are now anti Trump. Which seems crazy. I don’t have cable in my apartment, so I don’t know how he knows what Fox News says about anything.
  3. He says everyone is on trumps side, but also nyc (where we both live) is full of lefties who are anti Trump, but they’re the only ones.
  4. Blah blah every president is a war criminal. Yes, I know that, you idiot.
  5. Something about this not being a felony and the charges were fake. I told him it’s because of the amount of money but he insists other people could have done the same and not been charged with felonies. Seriously?
  6. This guy is a couch surfer who makes no money and pays no rent. I asked him why he was siding with the rich and he went back to “them” changing laws to prosecute Trump.
This guy used to be smart and a critical thinker, along with being severely mentally ill. Now he’s just one of those.
(Ninja eventually came out for his insulin)
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