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2022.10.24 22:23 LateNightLattes01 RunningOutOfLetters
This is a community dedicated to those who find themselves running out of letters in the bra alphabet. This is regardless of whatever band size they may be. We also welcome those who may be partnered to any individual who finds themselves running out of cup sizes in the bra alphabet. We’re here to commiserate, guide, support, and validate those with end-of-the-alphabet bra struggles. And hopefully help members find ABTFs.
2019.08.20 06:08 BetaFury FloorMadeOutOfFloor
For the utmost redundantly redundant things™. For any meme, quote, article, or situation that is redundant or related to redundancy.
2014.01.20 01:02 karmicviolence They're made out of meat.
Paintings and drawings featuring realistic humans, past, present, and future.
2024.05.20 09:48 iamfuturesdisciple Update: I hurt my husband in an argument and now he won't talk to me
Original Post: https://www.reddit.com/AITAH/s/7DMsb24lME
I got some comments and some messages trashing my husband for walking away from the argument that started all of this and saying he is like his father. I’m not going to say what the argument was about here but it was pointless and walking away from it was the mature thing to do. He is the best husband and father anyone could ask for. Even when he wasn’t talking to me, he was still spending time with and taking care of the kids. Think whatever you want of me, I deserve it but leave him out of it.
Onto the actual update, my husband came home after work the next day and bought takeout for dinner. We had dinner as a family for the first time in a few days and put the kids to bed together. I asked if we could talk. I apologized and admitted that I was tired of all the arguments we were having lately and in the heat of the moment, I wanted to hurt him and said what would hurt the most. He said that he knows he is nothing like his father and why I thought he was. I promised that I don’t believe that at all and told him all the great things he does for me and our children. I told him that I would see a therapist to figure out what made me say what I did and to make sure it never happened again. The conversation lasted about an hour and a half and ended with him telling me that it would take some time but we would be okay as long as I never compared him to his father again. We kissed and slept together for the first time since the incident. In the next few days, there was still a certain coldness about him. He was still happy to spend time with the kids but was still somewhat cold with me. I wrote him a letter telling him how much I loved and appreciated him and promised to never hurt him again, and slipped it into his lunch bag. He came home with flowers for me that day. Our normal vibe has somewhat returned and it looks like we will be good going forward.
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I got some comments and some messages trashing my husband for walking away from the argument that started all of this and saying he is like his father. I’m not going to say what the argument was about here but it was pointless and walking away from it was the mature thing to do. He is the best husband and father anyone could ask for. Even when he wasn’t talking to me, he was still spending time with and taking care of the kids. Think whatever you want of me, I deserve it but leave him out of it.
Onto the actual update, my husband came home after work the next day and bought takeout for dinner. We had dinner as a family for the first time in a few days and put the kids to bed together. I asked if we could talk. I apologized and admitted that I was tired of all the arguments we were having lately and in the heat of the moment, I wanted to hurt him and said what would hurt the most. He said that he knows he is nothing like his father and why I thought he was. I promised that I don’t believe that at all and told him all the great things he does for me and our children. I told him that I would see a therapist to figure out what made me say what I did and to make sure it never happened again. The conversation lasted about an hour and a half and ended with him telling me that it would take some time but we would be okay as long as I never compared him to his father again. We kissed and slept together for the first time since the incident. In the next few days, there was still a certain coldness about him. He was still happy to spend time with the kids but was still somewhat cold with me. I wrote him a letter telling him how much I loved and appreciated him and promised to never hurt him again, and slipped it into his lunch bag. He came home with flowers for me that day. Our normal vibe has somewhat returned and it looks like we will be good going forward.
2024.05.20 09:46 iamfuturesdisciple Update: I hurt my husband in an argument and now he won't talk to me
Original Post: https://www.reddit.com/Marriage/s/q6XX4StRB5
I got some comments and some messages trashing my husband for walking away from the argument that started all of this and saying he is like his father. I’m not going to say what the argument was about here but it was pointless and walking away from it was the mature thing to do. He is the best husband and father anyone could ask for. Even when he wasn’t talking to me, he was still spending time with and taking care of the kids. Think whatever you want of me, I deserve it but leave him out of it.
Onto the actual update, my husband came home after work the next day and bought takeout for dinner. We had dinner as a family for the first time in a few days and put the kids to bed together. I asked if we could talk. I apologized and admitted that I was tired of all the arguments we were having lately and in the heat of the moment, I wanted to hurt him and said what would hurt the most. He said that he knows he is nothing like his father and why I thought he was. I promised that I don’t believe that at all and told him all the great things he does for me and our children. I told him that I would see a therapist to figure out what made me say what I did and to make sure it never happened again. The conversation lasted about an hour and a half and ended with him telling me that it would take some time but we would be okay as long as I never compared him to his father again. We kissed and slept together for the first time since the incident. In the next few days, there was still a certain coldness about him. He was still happy to spend time with the kids but was still somewhat cold with me. I wrote him a letter telling him how much I loved and appreciated him and promised to never hurt him again, and slipped it into his lunch bag. He came home with flowers for me that day. Our normal vibe has somewhat returned and it looks like we will be good going forward.
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I got some comments and some messages trashing my husband for walking away from the argument that started all of this and saying he is like his father. I’m not going to say what the argument was about here but it was pointless and walking away from it was the mature thing to do. He is the best husband and father anyone could ask for. Even when he wasn’t talking to me, he was still spending time with and taking care of the kids. Think whatever you want of me, I deserve it but leave him out of it.
Onto the actual update, my husband came home after work the next day and bought takeout for dinner. We had dinner as a family for the first time in a few days and put the kids to bed together. I asked if we could talk. I apologized and admitted that I was tired of all the arguments we were having lately and in the heat of the moment, I wanted to hurt him and said what would hurt the most. He said that he knows he is nothing like his father and why I thought he was. I promised that I don’t believe that at all and told him all the great things he does for me and our children. I told him that I would see a therapist to figure out what made me say what I did and to make sure it never happened again. The conversation lasted about an hour and a half and ended with him telling me that it would take some time but we would be okay as long as I never compared him to his father again. We kissed and slept together for the first time since the incident. In the next few days, there was still a certain coldness about him. He was still happy to spend time with the kids but was still somewhat cold with me. I wrote him a letter telling him how much I loved and appreciated him and promised to never hurt him again, and slipped it into his lunch bag. He came home with flowers for me that day. Our normal vibe has somewhat returned and it looks like we will be good going forward.
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2024.05.20 09:41 Hot-West9928 Celestial war 1
You know the feeling of having something getting stuck in your teeth... My brain had that with this one... Finally got it out and thought might as well share it. Now I´m able to concentrate on my main story again.
This will be updated as my brain tells me to, so no promises on this one.
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The stars, infinite space, and a race of silver giants who planted the seeds. For they were few and needed warriors for the war to end all wars. They seeded life everywhere they could, but life is a finicky thing, so they failed and failed and failed, until one day they did not fail. In an unimportant system of a yellow sun, eight planets and a dwarf planet life had finally enough. While the silver giants proudly declared their genius over everyone and creation itself as they succeeded on the third planet of this system, life had its own plans.
While the oceans began to spawn single-cell organisms and the giants touched them, gave them purpose, let them be more, life made a promise. Don´t mess with me, I make the rules, I made you and you will not use me. As the giants formed the planet, and let their creation rise out of the oceans, life added its own influences. While the giant formed creature after creature, life would kill all of them, in a merciless battle of survival, until the champion arose.
The silver giants, again declared their genius as they succeeded, they created the ultimate warrior race. Giant-scaled monsters! Ferocious beyond belief, they would be guided to be perfect weapons for the giants' cause. And then life struck, and the genius of the giants was destroyed in the blink of an eye. Making the planet inhospitable for those lizards, and life snickered.
But the silver giants would not be denied again, they took the creations and guided them, declaring once again their genius, as the quadrupedal furred hunting beasts roamed. They would again be guided and made into the perfect assassins and murder weapons for the giants. And still, life had its own plans. Unbeknown to the giants life had created its own champion and after that bipedal creature picked up a stick, and crushed the skull of a furred hunter with a single swing. The race for dominant species came to a crashing halt.
The silver giants were surprised, this was not planned, and they would not stand for it. They would eradicate this menace and return everything as it should be. While they berated each other about how it would be done most efficiently, life was laughing for this creature would multiply fast, and now more of them used sticks and an astounding variety of them. Long sharp sticks for poking things far away or in the water, short thick sticks to bash the brains of everything, and even long thick sticks to protect their stomping ground.
Finally, the silver giants would agree, the unwanted creature would be smitten, with the power of thunder and lightning. Burned in the unleashed inferno, and so they did. Lightning struck from the skies igniting forests and spreading fire and flame. But life just smiled, as the fire summoned rain, restoring the balance, and the bipedal creature scurried off into the caves, and holes where they hid from the wrath of the skies, but only after stealing something from the unleashed inferno, nothing more than a burning stick, but with it more than should have been allowed at any cost.
And the silver giants saw the rise of this creature, they again met to discuss and while they talked the bipedal creature would take more and more of the planet, using the stolen power of fire and flame to rise in might and ferocity. And while the creatures fought each other to sate their bloodlust, the giants decided. They would use the creature to destroy itself and with that, the silver giants spoke to humanity, to a single human. He would build a vessel allowing every one of their divine creations to board it and cleanse the world of taint. And they laughed as the human labored, those creatures were so gullible and life laughed because they still did not understand.
As the day of cleansing drew close, the vessel was completed, filled with two of every creature and with dread, the giants had to witness, as the flood animated by their design powered towards this boat, and the humans just got aboard, not two, not three but a hundred. As the human they tricked, saved more of their kind. At this life howled with laughter. Their genius was like ash before the wind, they could not start over for there was not enough time, they could not eradicate this creature as it would just emerge stronger. There was only one way left, they would form this humanity into the warriors they needed. And humanity did their very best to resist!
The giants once again discussed and humanity rose above every other creature in the blink of an eye, the tools of wood and stone, had gone to bronze and finally reached iron. And the giants knew they had to control them, or humanity would overrun them soon. They had to use the bloodlust of those creatures to their advantage, and with that, they reached down and helped sometimes, but every time humanity reached back and tried to take more. The giants would then reach down once more and gave humans something to fear their power.
They would create creatures of nightmares, and monsters of incredible power, uncontrollable by anyone, but every time the humans would slay them and those beasts would vanish into stories. They would shake the earth and kill thousands in natural disasters but humanity would always adapt, they would come down to the planet showing their awesome might, and finally, humanity seemed to understand. Humans gave them names, and titles, and started to worship their powers culling each other in their names. And finally, the Giants got their victory. And still, life just smiled, for it knew something the giants didn´t.
And as the giants retreated back into far space, leaving humanity to reach the stars on their own, as the last test of strength. Life laughed and hid the truth in amber treasure troves, and layers of stone, to one day let a curious human find the whole truth. And the whole truth they did find...
It was a cathedral of white marble, on a planet of unimaginable beauty, where two giants stood opposing each other, one many-eyed, white-winged with silver skin and golden eyes, the other of cold hard metal and science. The silver-sinned brandished a sword of fire and throwing darts of golden light, the other wielding a blade of monomolecular carbon-tungsten alloy vibrating at ludicrous speeds and infused with raw electric power and a one-handed solid slug thrower.
As the giants worked out their differences, the world around them burned. Lightning strikes of potent energies dueled with artillery of cataclysmic destructive power, beings of light-charged lines of armored figures, firing blue bolts of energy from handheld rifles, getting gunned down or sometimes reaching the line and tearing the smaller figures apart with their weapons.
"You will never kill us all!" The silver giant panted, swinging their sword against the metal warrior, their blow getting deflected with unnatural ease and barely dodging the retaliation shot of the slug thrower. "You are lesser than us. Nothing more than our servants!" The giant cried out in rage, while the metal warrior silently advanced landing a strike on the arm of the silver giant, bronze blood spraying and staining the unblemished white floor and walls. This enraged the silver being even more, and their duel gained a whole new level of ferocity.
The metal warrior took a few steps backward buckling under the assault of pure light darts on his armored shell, triggering a short burst of his pistol to catch some breath and deny the follow-up attack. He took an additional step back and steadied his stance, feigning catastrophic damage, but in reality, getting ready for his final gambit. The silver giant fell for it and raised his burning blade for a brutal overhead swing, to split the warrior from head to toe, in an unexpected burst of speed the warrior pushed forward thrusting his vibrating blade through the body of the silver giant, spilling the bronze blood everywhere and with a grunt of effort nailing it to the wall.
The giant coughing bronze blood flowing from their maw, dripping on the marble floor, their many eyes darting wildly trying to get away, but failing to free themself from the blade stuck in their body.
"You lost. Throne. Die in the knowledge, that we will never rest until all of you are dead." The voice of the mechanical warrior was deep and without mercy, he slowly aimed his pistol at the head, antic humans called an angel, as a second smaller figure entered the room. "Sire, we are in full control of the palace." It told the warrior, earning a nod of approval. "Very good Red-A-One, you fulfilled your duty splendidly." The warrior answered, thinking for a second. "I grant you the honor to execute the enemy leader before me, if I remember right, you lost family to those monsters" The figure called Red-A-One nodded "Yes, Sire my wife and daughter."
With this the metal warrior grabbed the hilt of the sword, pulling the silver being off the wall and instantly forcing it to kneel, as the smaller soldier pulled up his rifle and took aim. With the slow squeeze of the trigger, and the sound of discharging plasma the head and brain of the "angel" exploded spraying chunks everywhere. "Order the withdrawal Red-A-One, we're done here." The metal giant told the soldier as the corpse of the last enemy flopped to the floor.
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This will be updated as my brain tells me to, so no promises on this one.
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The stars, infinite space, and a race of silver giants who planted the seeds. For they were few and needed warriors for the war to end all wars. They seeded life everywhere they could, but life is a finicky thing, so they failed and failed and failed, until one day they did not fail. In an unimportant system of a yellow sun, eight planets and a dwarf planet life had finally enough. While the silver giants proudly declared their genius over everyone and creation itself as they succeeded on the third planet of this system, life had its own plans.
While the oceans began to spawn single-cell organisms and the giants touched them, gave them purpose, let them be more, life made a promise. Don´t mess with me, I make the rules, I made you and you will not use me. As the giants formed the planet, and let their creation rise out of the oceans, life added its own influences. While the giant formed creature after creature, life would kill all of them, in a merciless battle of survival, until the champion arose.
The silver giants, again declared their genius as they succeeded, they created the ultimate warrior race. Giant-scaled monsters! Ferocious beyond belief, they would be guided to be perfect weapons for the giants' cause. And then life struck, and the genius of the giants was destroyed in the blink of an eye. Making the planet inhospitable for those lizards, and life snickered.
But the silver giants would not be denied again, they took the creations and guided them, declaring once again their genius, as the quadrupedal furred hunting beasts roamed. They would again be guided and made into the perfect assassins and murder weapons for the giants. And still, life had its own plans. Unbeknown to the giants life had created its own champion and after that bipedal creature picked up a stick, and crushed the skull of a furred hunter with a single swing. The race for dominant species came to a crashing halt.
The silver giants were surprised, this was not planned, and they would not stand for it. They would eradicate this menace and return everything as it should be. While they berated each other about how it would be done most efficiently, life was laughing for this creature would multiply fast, and now more of them used sticks and an astounding variety of them. Long sharp sticks for poking things far away or in the water, short thick sticks to bash the brains of everything, and even long thick sticks to protect their stomping ground.
Finally, the silver giants would agree, the unwanted creature would be smitten, with the power of thunder and lightning. Burned in the unleashed inferno, and so they did. Lightning struck from the skies igniting forests and spreading fire and flame. But life just smiled, as the fire summoned rain, restoring the balance, and the bipedal creature scurried off into the caves, and holes where they hid from the wrath of the skies, but only after stealing something from the unleashed inferno, nothing more than a burning stick, but with it more than should have been allowed at any cost.
And the silver giants saw the rise of this creature, they again met to discuss and while they talked the bipedal creature would take more and more of the planet, using the stolen power of fire and flame to rise in might and ferocity. And while the creatures fought each other to sate their bloodlust, the giants decided. They would use the creature to destroy itself and with that, the silver giants spoke to humanity, to a single human. He would build a vessel allowing every one of their divine creations to board it and cleanse the world of taint. And they laughed as the human labored, those creatures were so gullible and life laughed because they still did not understand.
As the day of cleansing drew close, the vessel was completed, filled with two of every creature and with dread, the giants had to witness, as the flood animated by their design powered towards this boat, and the humans just got aboard, not two, not three but a hundred. As the human they tricked, saved more of their kind. At this life howled with laughter. Their genius was like ash before the wind, they could not start over for there was not enough time, they could not eradicate this creature as it would just emerge stronger. There was only one way left, they would form this humanity into the warriors they needed. And humanity did their very best to resist!
The giants once again discussed and humanity rose above every other creature in the blink of an eye, the tools of wood and stone, had gone to bronze and finally reached iron. And the giants knew they had to control them, or humanity would overrun them soon. They had to use the bloodlust of those creatures to their advantage, and with that, they reached down and helped sometimes, but every time humanity reached back and tried to take more. The giants would then reach down once more and gave humans something to fear their power.
They would create creatures of nightmares, and monsters of incredible power, uncontrollable by anyone, but every time the humans would slay them and those beasts would vanish into stories. They would shake the earth and kill thousands in natural disasters but humanity would always adapt, they would come down to the planet showing their awesome might, and finally, humanity seemed to understand. Humans gave them names, and titles, and started to worship their powers culling each other in their names. And finally, the Giants got their victory. And still, life just smiled, for it knew something the giants didn´t.
And as the giants retreated back into far space, leaving humanity to reach the stars on their own, as the last test of strength. Life laughed and hid the truth in amber treasure troves, and layers of stone, to one day let a curious human find the whole truth. And the whole truth they did find...
It was a cathedral of white marble, on a planet of unimaginable beauty, where two giants stood opposing each other, one many-eyed, white-winged with silver skin and golden eyes, the other of cold hard metal and science. The silver-sinned brandished a sword of fire and throwing darts of golden light, the other wielding a blade of monomolecular carbon-tungsten alloy vibrating at ludicrous speeds and infused with raw electric power and a one-handed solid slug thrower.
As the giants worked out their differences, the world around them burned. Lightning strikes of potent energies dueled with artillery of cataclysmic destructive power, beings of light-charged lines of armored figures, firing blue bolts of energy from handheld rifles, getting gunned down or sometimes reaching the line and tearing the smaller figures apart with their weapons.
"You will never kill us all!" The silver giant panted, swinging their sword against the metal warrior, their blow getting deflected with unnatural ease and barely dodging the retaliation shot of the slug thrower. "You are lesser than us. Nothing more than our servants!" The giant cried out in rage, while the metal warrior silently advanced landing a strike on the arm of the silver giant, bronze blood spraying and staining the unblemished white floor and walls. This enraged the silver being even more, and their duel gained a whole new level of ferocity.
The metal warrior took a few steps backward buckling under the assault of pure light darts on his armored shell, triggering a short burst of his pistol to catch some breath and deny the follow-up attack. He took an additional step back and steadied his stance, feigning catastrophic damage, but in reality, getting ready for his final gambit. The silver giant fell for it and raised his burning blade for a brutal overhead swing, to split the warrior from head to toe, in an unexpected burst of speed the warrior pushed forward thrusting his vibrating blade through the body of the silver giant, spilling the bronze blood everywhere and with a grunt of effort nailing it to the wall.
The giant coughing bronze blood flowing from their maw, dripping on the marble floor, their many eyes darting wildly trying to get away, but failing to free themself from the blade stuck in their body.
"You lost. Throne. Die in the knowledge, that we will never rest until all of you are dead." The voice of the mechanical warrior was deep and without mercy, he slowly aimed his pistol at the head, antic humans called an angel, as a second smaller figure entered the room. "Sire, we are in full control of the palace." It told the warrior, earning a nod of approval. "Very good Red-A-One, you fulfilled your duty splendidly." The warrior answered, thinking for a second. "I grant you the honor to execute the enemy leader before me, if I remember right, you lost family to those monsters" The figure called Red-A-One nodded "Yes, Sire my wife and daughter."
With this the metal warrior grabbed the hilt of the sword, pulling the silver being off the wall and instantly forcing it to kneel, as the smaller soldier pulled up his rifle and took aim. With the slow squeeze of the trigger, and the sound of discharging plasma the head and brain of the "angel" exploded spraying chunks everywhere. "Order the withdrawal Red-A-One, we're done here." The metal giant told the soldier as the corpse of the last enemy flopped to the floor.
2024.05.20 09:39 BarryTownCouncil Letting my alienated child go. A bit.
Yesterday was a big day for me.
From yesterday my 15yo daughter doesn't have a bedroom in this house. Her room has stood untouched for over 3 years, the last pile of laundry waiting to be put away. All in the hope that she'll want to sleep in her bed again. But she doesn't. She's been pushed and pushed to see me as a bad father, a failure of a human and all of her sadness and anxiety have been slowly turned into hate and anger by people she has been tricked into thinking are "protecting" her. My neurodiversity, which Penny shares, has been taught to her to be proof of my failure, not a useful insight into how people work differently, and to open a path to healing and happiness.
But her little sister is getting older and needed a better bedroom. It just wasn't rational or fair on tiddler to keep a larger room as a shrine, by any other name. I wanted to tell my daughter what was happening but it'd somehow be twisted against me if I told her. I hate the thought of her not knowing that there isn't a special room for her any more, but she'd no doubt say she doesn't care. I think she would though, and to find out after the event, I now worry that'll be even more upsetting for her.
Going through her things to think about what to keep for my own memories, and just in case she might want them again some point down the road was so horrible. It's like mourning the death of a child, even though that child is still alive. But I filled a chest with posters, photos, special clothing, toys and memories. It was my therapists strong suggesetion that I get on and do this when I mentioned it in a session. She felt it would help me take a step back from the constant reminder every time i walked past that closed door at the top of the stairs. She encouraged me to wallow in it, cry all the whilst I did it. I shed a few tears, but almost sadly, my AuDHD brain was soon seeing technical problems and challenges as I rearranged the room to make it make sense again. My daughter had insisted of moving the room around into a really illogical layout so she felt she had more privacy from me and her step mother, despite all the love and safety we tried to prove was there. Love she would start responding with after a few days of staying, but would also be heartbreakingly absent every time she arrived back from her mothers.
Maybe I should have done it years ago, it certainly wouldn't have made a difference, as every tiny thing I did to try and encourage her to talk, to me, to anyone except her abusers, to help give her a different perspective on a decade of the tiniest things being blown out of all proportion, and encouraged to be so... It could have all been so different if I had had the confidence to take more of a stand. And if I'd had less faith in human nature. I've certainly learnt a lot about what people are capable of when they're protecting their own damaged egos. Or when they want money.
Love you darling, you're always, always welcome x
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From yesterday my 15yo daughter doesn't have a bedroom in this house. Her room has stood untouched for over 3 years, the last pile of laundry waiting to be put away. All in the hope that she'll want to sleep in her bed again. But she doesn't. She's been pushed and pushed to see me as a bad father, a failure of a human and all of her sadness and anxiety have been slowly turned into hate and anger by people she has been tricked into thinking are "protecting" her. My neurodiversity, which Penny shares, has been taught to her to be proof of my failure, not a useful insight into how people work differently, and to open a path to healing and happiness.
But her little sister is getting older and needed a better bedroom. It just wasn't rational or fair on tiddler to keep a larger room as a shrine, by any other name. I wanted to tell my daughter what was happening but it'd somehow be twisted against me if I told her. I hate the thought of her not knowing that there isn't a special room for her any more, but she'd no doubt say she doesn't care. I think she would though, and to find out after the event, I now worry that'll be even more upsetting for her.
Going through her things to think about what to keep for my own memories, and just in case she might want them again some point down the road was so horrible. It's like mourning the death of a child, even though that child is still alive. But I filled a chest with posters, photos, special clothing, toys and memories. It was my therapists strong suggesetion that I get on and do this when I mentioned it in a session. She felt it would help me take a step back from the constant reminder every time i walked past that closed door at the top of the stairs. She encouraged me to wallow in it, cry all the whilst I did it. I shed a few tears, but almost sadly, my AuDHD brain was soon seeing technical problems and challenges as I rearranged the room to make it make sense again. My daughter had insisted of moving the room around into a really illogical layout so she felt she had more privacy from me and her step mother, despite all the love and safety we tried to prove was there. Love she would start responding with after a few days of staying, but would also be heartbreakingly absent every time she arrived back from her mothers.
Maybe I should have done it years ago, it certainly wouldn't have made a difference, as every tiny thing I did to try and encourage her to talk, to me, to anyone except her abusers, to help give her a different perspective on a decade of the tiniest things being blown out of all proportion, and encouraged to be so... It could have all been so different if I had had the confidence to take more of a stand. And if I'd had less faith in human nature. I've certainly learnt a lot about what people are capable of when they're protecting their own damaged egos. Or when they want money.
Love you darling, you're always, always welcome x
2024.05.20 09:38 MirzaJan Baha'i properties in Israel
The startling fact is that until 1952 the Baha’is held no land contiguous to the Shrine, thereby frustrating any hope of development or beautification. When Baha’u’llah ascended, the Mansion was surrounded by small buildings, dependencies of the Mansion itself; which were owned by various Baha’is: one of the believers made a gift of his home for the burial of Baha’u’llah. It was ‘Abdu’l-Baha’s poignant desire to beautify the surroundings of the Shrine but all the property was owned by the Baydun family, Muslims who were close friends of the Covenant-breakers. ‘They were determined that the Baha’is would never own an inch of their land, the parents binding the children in a promise never to sell land to the Baha'is. It is this family who built ditches around the Shrine and planted trees that would close the Shrine off from view.(Leroy Ioas - Hand of the Cause of God by Anita Ioas Chapman)
[…]
During the lifetime of Baha’u'llah, ‘Abdu’l-Baha had bought some properties at His direction near the Sea of Galilee and the Jordan River. In one of His Tablets Baha’u’llah, in referring to these properties, speaks of them as forerunners of “noble and imposing structures” to be dedicated “to the worship and service of the one true God”.’ One of the properties was an area of 140 dunams (a dunam being one fourth of an acre) registered in the name of Zikrullah (Dhikru’llah), a descendant of Baha’u’llah’s faithful brother Musa. ‘Abdu’l-Baha told him never to parcel out or sell this land because one day it would be a holy place. Zikrullah left the property to his eldest son, also a trusted Baha’i.
During the war between Israel and the surrounding Arab states that followed the declaration of statehood, the Jewish forces were able to withstand the invading armies. When a truce resolution was adopted by the United Nations, more than half a million Arabs fled the land and settled outside Israel. Among those who fled was the Baydun family whose abandoned property eventually reverted to the State.
The Zikrullah property near Galilee happened to be on the immediate border of Syria with Transjordan in the demilitarized zone, and the State of Israel was very anxious to acquire that land. Officials approached the Zikrullah family to buy their property, but when the Guardian was asked, he said no, the Master told you to keep the land; it cannot be sold. Then someone had the idea of trading this property for the Baydun land around the Shrine of Baha’u’llah. The Guardian approved of this being done and Larry Hautz, the first American to come on pilgrimage after a ten year hiatus due to the troubled conditions in the country, remained in the Holy Land to begin the negotiations. On his departure, Leroy carried the lengthy transaction to its conclusion.
The trade of land was finally accomplished, the Baha’is transferring 140 dunams of land in the city of Ein Gev in the Galilee in exchange for some 160 dunams of land surrounding Baha’u’llah’s Shrine. The head office of the land development department was in Tel Aviv and there, on November 12, 1952, at nine in the morning, Leroy signed the contract for the land with the Government.
[…]
In his message the following year to the Intercontinental Conference in Chicago, Shoghi Effendi again spoke of this precious land: “The stupendous process of the rise and consolidation of the World Administrative Center has been accelerated through the acquisition, in the Plain of ‘Akka, of a one hundred and sixty thousand square meter area, surrounding the Qiblih of the Baha'i world, permitting the extension of the Outer Sanctuary of the Most Holy Tomb — to be designated henceforth the Haram-i-Aqdas . . .” This is when the term came into Baha’i usage.
There is a building alongside the Mansion of Bahji in which the worst remnant of the Covenant-breakers lived. On one of the Master’s darkest days caused by this man’s scheming, ‘Abdu’l-Baha told him that he would live to see the collapse of everything he had done. When the Baydun land was transferred, he still lived on as the Master had predicted, nearly one hundred years old, paralyzed, unable to speak, but looking out as the Guardian’s handiwork took form: the magnificent gardens, the great park, all of it illuminated at night because the Guardian associated light with the Baha’i Manifestations.
[…]
Second only in importance to the acquisition of the Baydun land was the purchase of the twenty thousand square meter site for the future Mashriqu’l-Adhkar on the crest of Mt. Carmel. “It is truly in an imposing position”, wrote the International Baha’i Council in 1955.
[…]
A few days later the Guardian called Leroy over to the Master’s house and said he wished to go up and look at the land for the Temple. During their drive up the mountain the Guardian said: This is a historic day because today we are going to select the site for the Temple. He walked over the entire area, indicating which plots were essential and which were not. He chose the most difficult area to acquire, on the highest point of the mountain, and indicated the exact spot where the heart of the Temple should be; Leroy marked it with a large stone. Today a marble obelisk has replaced the stone. They returned to the car and drove back. Now, the Guardian said, you must get busy and buy that land.
It took two years of effort to acquire it. During the protracted negotiations there was not one person who thought it could be done; everywhere he went, Leroy was told it would be impossible. (Shoghi Effendi once asked, What do you think, Leroy, when these people say you cannot have something you want? Leroy answered: When I know Shoghi Effendi wants it, I just don’t hear their “no”.)
Investigation revealed how involved the question of ownership was. In fact Leroy felt this might facilitate its acquisition, as only God could disentangle such a web. The property had been owned by the Carmelite Order for nine centuries, but during the Mandate the British War Office wanted it for military purposes as it commanded the whole harbor. The Carmelites sold the land to the British with the understanding that they could one day reclaim it. When the Mandate ended, the British agreed to resale of the property but the Carmelites could not pay in hard currency so the contract was never concluded, and both claimed ownership. The State of Israel also claimed ownership through a law that returned to the State any land registered in the name of the British that had not been transferred. Finally, the Israeli defense ministry requisitioned the land stating ownership was immaterial, they needed it, no doubt for the same reasons the British had.
…the defense department occupied the land and difficult negotiations continued with them for many months. One branch of the services was adamantly opposed to relinquishing the land and Leroy requested a meeting in the Defense Minister’s office. ‘The Minister was out of town but a brilliant young deputy chaired the meeting, who, as it turned out, had attended a seminar at Harvard University with one of Leroy’s long-time railroad colleagues. A warm relationship was immediately established and Leroy left the meeting with a letter of intent favorable to releasing the land to the Baha’is. But three persons still objected and it took more lengthy negotiations before they would agree to the release. When it was thought everything had been decided, the official representing the State Domain stood in the way of final settlement, as he would not agree to include the essential plot on which the Guardian had centered the Temple.
Leroy had what he called a “spirited discussion” with him. It centered on two points. One, the suggestion that you put “your building” somewhere other than the area Shoghi Effendi had designated for it. What is so particular about this spot? he asked; we just will not give it to you. Leroy said this is the spot we must have because it 1s a holy place. Leroy asked him why they didn’t move their Wailing Wall [in Arab-held East Jerusalem] over to New Jerusalem; why didn’t they use a wall of the King David hotel? You won’t do it, Leroy said, because the ‘Temple of Solomon was built right there and the Wailing Wall is one of the walls of the Temple. This is our holy place and we don’t move a holy place any more than you do.
Then came the reaction that “because you have dollars” you feel you can buy anything you want, but I am going to prevent the sale of this piece of land to you. Leroy answered that yes, he had dollars, but the Baha’is don’t use money to force people to do things. What have the Baha’is forced you to do? We are building parklands and gardens for you, we are erecting beautiful buildings for you, we use money to serve society. You are a Jew, Leroy said, and if ever a people in history learned what the hand of God can do, it is the Jewish people. I tell you that we are going to have this land because God wants us to have it and no force on earth can stop it.
[…]
…the property was registered in the name of the British War Office it had to be transferred from them to the Carmelites, who then transferred it to the attorney, who then-transferred it to the Baha’is. The Government agreed to a single transfer, so the property was finally passed from the British War Office directly to Shoghi Rabbani in a single transaction.
After the land had been acquired Milly Collins one night asked the Guardian if in future the Temple land and the Shrine properties, two kilometers distant, would not be joined together with gardens. The Guardian said yes, and we will have our own road between the two, but we have to purchase the intervening land where houses are now built.
2024.05.20 09:36 Doc_Zed_42 Humans are Space Rednecks Chapter 25: Red Tape Blues
Chapter 25:
On the other side of the galaxy....
In the dimly lit chamber of Zortan Blart, a figure emerges from the shadows. The agent, cloaked in secrecy, approaches the Moafia Don with a report that hums with the electric tension of covert operations.
"Boss," the agent begins, voice a modulated whisper, "the beaurocrats have been swayed. Doubts have been seeded, their integrity questioned. They're ensnared in our narrative, believing the Convoy harbors contraband and fugitives."
Zortan Blart, a silhouette against the star-strewn viewport, nods slowly. "And the fleet?" he inquires, his voice a low rumble.
"The fleet's nature has been... embellished. Tales of their firepower exaggerated, their purpose cloaked in mystery. The officials are hesitant, fearing a Trojan horse within their midst."
A sly smile curls the lips of Zortan Blart. "Excellent. Let the Federation choke on their bureaucracy. By the time they untangle this web, the Convoy will be mine."
The agent bows, a move as calculated as the game they play. "Your will be done, Boss."
Inspector Xilthar's arrival at the Federation station was supposed to be routine. Every form had been meticulously filled, every protocol followed to the letter. Yet, as the Inquisitor docked, a flurry of red flags greeted him, each more absurd than the last.
The station's justices, known for their impartiality, were suddenly citing trivial infractions and absurd claims. A missing comma here, an outdated code there—each filed with a severity that belied their insignificance. And the accusations of sentient trafficking were outright insulting! Xilthar's brow furrowed as he sifted through the paperwork. It was unlike the Federation to behave like this.
As he delved deeper, patterns emerged. Two justices, in particular, seemed to be at the center of the bureaucratic maelstrom. Their rulings were erratic, their justifications flimsy. It didn't take long for Xilthar to uncover the truth: these justices were puppets, their strings pulled by shadowy hands.
The realization hit Xilthar like a rogue asteroid. They had an antagonist, one that lurked within the very system meant to uphold justice.
With a steely resolve, Xilthar began to hack through the red tape. If the Convoy was to continue its journey unimpeded, he would need to confront this new threat head-on. The Great Human Convoy had faced pirates and perils of the void, but now they were up against a foe that wielded bureaucracy as a weapon.
The station was abuzz with the usual commerce and chatter, but an undercurrent of unease ran through the corridors. Xilthar's discovery of the meddling was troubling enough, but the missing military escort was a glaring omission that couldn't be ignored.
The Big Ugly Stick, the Convoy's capital ship, was a fortress among the stars, its presence a reassurance to all. The Pimp Hand, with its arsenal of missiles, was a deterrent to any who dared threaten the fleet. The Attitude Adjuster, a destroyer known for its formidable firepower, and the Mama Bear, a carrier, were integral to their defense. Yet, none had arrived.
Xilthar's instincts told him this was no coincidence. The military's delay, coupled with the farcical red flags, painted a picture of a coordinated effort to undermine the Convoy. Someone was pulling strings, creating distractions, perhaps to mask a more sinister objective.
As he navigated the station's labyrinthine bureaucracy, Xilthar kept one eye on the comms, awaiting news of the escort. The Convoy was vulnerable without its guardians, and every passing moment was a moment too long.
As the chronometer approaches standard evening, Xilthar sends a secure call to Jeb, "We have an antagonist within the Federation. Be cautious."
Jeb tips his hat back, "Have I got a story for you!"
In a dimly lit cabin aboard the Hodgepodge, Jeb, sits across from the storied pirate lord with the unfortunate name of Peg Leg Polaris. Chessmaster floats nearby holding a holographic scale with a feather on one side and a heart in the other.
Jeb: "Alright, let's cut to the chase. You used to be a big shot, now you're wantin' to join up with us. Why should we even consider it?"
Pirate Lord: "Look, I ain't gonna sugarcoat it. I was the best there was, and then I wasn't. Got locked up, paid my dues. I'm here 'cause I got nothin' left to prove but to myself. I can navigate, I can lead, and I sure as hell can fight."
Jeb: "Hmm. Chessie, what's the read on him?"
Chessmaster shows the scale the heart tilted slightly downward "His physiological responses indicate sincerity, Jeb, even if he was lying a little about being the best." She grins. "However, caution is advisable."
Jeb: "You got a rep for bein' a bit too full of yourself. How do we know you ain't gonna cause trouble?"
Pirate Lord: "Jeb, I got humbled, hard. Ain't lookin' to stir up no hornet's nest. Just wanna sail with a crew that's got a purpose beyond lootin' and shootin'. Im giving up the name of my boss cause I have no future with Blart after this anyway."
Jeb leans back, eyes narrowing: "Don Blart, huh? That's a heavy name to drop. You sure you're ready to burn that bridge?"
Pirate Lord: "It's already ash, Jeb. I'm done with that life. Done with lookin' over my shoulder. If it means a clean slate with you and the crew, then so be it."
Chessie's projection flickers with intrigue: "A bold move. The Convoy does not take kindly to mafia ties. This information will be... evaluated."
Jeb: "We'll verify what you're sayin'. If it checks out, you've got yourself a deal. But remember, we're a family here. No secrets, no backstabbin'. You step outta line, and it's the airlock for you."
Pirate Lord: "Understood. I ain't lookin' for family, but I reckon I could use one. I'm as good as dead alone."
Chessie: "I will monitor the situation closely, Jeb. Should he prove deceitful, I will alert you immediately."
Jeb: "Good. Welcome to the Convoy, Polaris. Let's see if you can navigate more than just the stars."
Back on the station, Xilthar, armed with the name of their opponent, begins his meticulous research. He sifts through historical records and databases, uncovering the intricate web of connections that tie the criminal underworld to the echelons of power within the federation. His investigation reveals a complex network of influence and corruption, where suspect justices may have been compromised, swaying their decisions and undermining the very pillars of justice they are sworn to uphold.
Jeb adjusts his hat, speaking to his crew and the pilots, "Alright, folks. We've set things in motion. Now comes the hard part—waiting. The gears of bureaucracy grind slow, but they grind. Our defenders will come, and when they do, we'll be ready."
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On the other side of the galaxy....
In the dimly lit chamber of Zortan Blart, a figure emerges from the shadows. The agent, cloaked in secrecy, approaches the Moafia Don with a report that hums with the electric tension of covert operations.
"Boss," the agent begins, voice a modulated whisper, "the beaurocrats have been swayed. Doubts have been seeded, their integrity questioned. They're ensnared in our narrative, believing the Convoy harbors contraband and fugitives."
Zortan Blart, a silhouette against the star-strewn viewport, nods slowly. "And the fleet?" he inquires, his voice a low rumble.
"The fleet's nature has been... embellished. Tales of their firepower exaggerated, their purpose cloaked in mystery. The officials are hesitant, fearing a Trojan horse within their midst."
A sly smile curls the lips of Zortan Blart. "Excellent. Let the Federation choke on their bureaucracy. By the time they untangle this web, the Convoy will be mine."
The agent bows, a move as calculated as the game they play. "Your will be done, Boss."
The station's justices, known for their impartiality, were suddenly citing trivial infractions and absurd claims. A missing comma here, an outdated code there—each filed with a severity that belied their insignificance. And the accusations of sentient trafficking were outright insulting! Xilthar's brow furrowed as he sifted through the paperwork. It was unlike the Federation to behave like this.
As he delved deeper, patterns emerged. Two justices, in particular, seemed to be at the center of the bureaucratic maelstrom. Their rulings were erratic, their justifications flimsy. It didn't take long for Xilthar to uncover the truth: these justices were puppets, their strings pulled by shadowy hands.
The realization hit Xilthar like a rogue asteroid. They had an antagonist, one that lurked within the very system meant to uphold justice.
With a steely resolve, Xilthar began to hack through the red tape. If the Convoy was to continue its journey unimpeded, he would need to confront this new threat head-on. The Great Human Convoy had faced pirates and perils of the void, but now they were up against a foe that wielded bureaucracy as a weapon.
The station was abuzz with the usual commerce and chatter, but an undercurrent of unease ran through the corridors. Xilthar's discovery of the meddling was troubling enough, but the missing military escort was a glaring omission that couldn't be ignored.
The Big Ugly Stick, the Convoy's capital ship, was a fortress among the stars, its presence a reassurance to all. The Pimp Hand, with its arsenal of missiles, was a deterrent to any who dared threaten the fleet. The Attitude Adjuster, a destroyer known for its formidable firepower, and the Mama Bear, a carrier, were integral to their defense. Yet, none had arrived.
Xilthar's instincts told him this was no coincidence. The military's delay, coupled with the farcical red flags, painted a picture of a coordinated effort to undermine the Convoy. Someone was pulling strings, creating distractions, perhaps to mask a more sinister objective.
As he navigated the station's labyrinthine bureaucracy, Xilthar kept one eye on the comms, awaiting news of the escort. The Convoy was vulnerable without its guardians, and every passing moment was a moment too long.
Jeb tips his hat back, "Have I got a story for you!"
Jeb: "Alright, let's cut to the chase. You used to be a big shot, now you're wantin' to join up with us. Why should we even consider it?"
Pirate Lord: "Look, I ain't gonna sugarcoat it. I was the best there was, and then I wasn't. Got locked up, paid my dues. I'm here 'cause I got nothin' left to prove but to myself. I can navigate, I can lead, and I sure as hell can fight."
Jeb: "Hmm. Chessie, what's the read on him?"
Chessmaster shows the scale the heart tilted slightly downward "His physiological responses indicate sincerity, Jeb, even if he was lying a little about being the best." She grins. "However, caution is advisable."
Jeb: "You got a rep for bein' a bit too full of yourself. How do we know you ain't gonna cause trouble?"
Pirate Lord: "Jeb, I got humbled, hard. Ain't lookin' to stir up no hornet's nest. Just wanna sail with a crew that's got a purpose beyond lootin' and shootin'. Im giving up the name of my boss cause I have no future with Blart after this anyway."
Jeb leans back, eyes narrowing: "Don Blart, huh? That's a heavy name to drop. You sure you're ready to burn that bridge?"
Pirate Lord: "It's already ash, Jeb. I'm done with that life. Done with lookin' over my shoulder. If it means a clean slate with you and the crew, then so be it."
Chessie's projection flickers with intrigue: "A bold move. The Convoy does not take kindly to mafia ties. This information will be... evaluated."
Jeb: "We'll verify what you're sayin'. If it checks out, you've got yourself a deal. But remember, we're a family here. No secrets, no backstabbin'. You step outta line, and it's the airlock for you."
Pirate Lord: "Understood. I ain't lookin' for family, but I reckon I could use one. I'm as good as dead alone."
Chessie: "I will monitor the situation closely, Jeb. Should he prove deceitful, I will alert you immediately."
Jeb: "Good. Welcome to the Convoy, Polaris. Let's see if you can navigate more than just the stars."
2024.05.20 09:33 ashleyky Heartache is real and it reminds me that I’m human.
Sharing a letter for my love. Names changed.
SD was beautiful. The best memories have been entangled with you, even when I lived an entire decade there before I met you. The waves, the sun, the convertible and Hank. The smiles, the laughs, the music, the intimacy, and the burritos. How will I ever look at a burrito in SD without thinking of your newly found love for them and your sausage fingies always wanting to hold one (no homo). I fell in love with SD and I loved sharing that with you. I fell in love with you in SJ and we both know how that place makes us feel. During my trip, I embraced the beauty of the green hills and the colorful wild flowers blooming across the city. The waves crashing onto the beach and the surfers lined up to catch the best one.
UTC has Blue Bottle now and I have gotten Amy and Bryson to enjoy their first amazing cup. We went to Lulu and Bryson found a pair of soft shorts…you probably guessed that I brought up Vuori. He immediately put down the shorts and wanted to go there instead, thanks to you. We went to Victoria secret and thought about how you have made me feel the sexiest I’ve ever felt in my life. Amy popped into Sephora and I thought about our trip to Chicago. The fragrances that escaped the doors… made me think about how much your favorite cologne makes me sniffle when it’s strong but damn, have I grown to love it when it settles…and I just never thought to tell you. I avoided LoveSac for obvious reasons, but did you ever think that they named a giant soft bean bag… this giant singular ball… a lovesac? I think they knew what they were doing there.
People were so happy and looked great. The memory of your sparkly blue eyes, your soft wavy light brown hair, and your perfect smile outshines the pretty people around me. I thought of the recent photos you sent to me, trying out the contacts at work. Bryson handed me a surfboard he made himself and I thought, this city is just fucking amazing, like almost every cup of coffee we have had in SD. I drink coffee now? He blasted Artemas in the car. We vibed to it as Amy laughed and rolled her eyes at us. I wished you were sitting right next to me, vibing along with us.
I have a bigger urge to follow happiness now. The grey bubble we live in changed me. And the only Shrek in my life motivated me to be better. As my heart ached, I still giggled with my best friend. Yes, you’re right. We need more friends in our lives. She needed me too. I wish you could experience what I lived in SD. I know you would do your giddy chuckle as often as I giggled. I was known for my giggles and my current work life took that away from me. I know you would make so many friends there. I always imagined you hanging out with Bryson, evolving from being a kook and being so fucking happy living in SD. Live that life before you move home. You deserve it.
Thank you for being my best friend too. And for loving me and showing me what real love is. My birthday last week was so simple yet so memorable. I felt so loved and taken cared of. When I hugged you closely in the hot tub, I allowed myself to feel the butterflies instead of shoving them away like I normally do. Having you by my side just giving me water…knowing how air brained I get when I’m in such a euphoric state…was an unforgettable memory because that to me, is true love. My heart has never been touched this way, thank you for all the times that we shared and everything you’ve done for me and with me. The last few years changed my life and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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SD was beautiful. The best memories have been entangled with you, even when I lived an entire decade there before I met you. The waves, the sun, the convertible and Hank. The smiles, the laughs, the music, the intimacy, and the burritos. How will I ever look at a burrito in SD without thinking of your newly found love for them and your sausage fingies always wanting to hold one (no homo). I fell in love with SD and I loved sharing that with you. I fell in love with you in SJ and we both know how that place makes us feel. During my trip, I embraced the beauty of the green hills and the colorful wild flowers blooming across the city. The waves crashing onto the beach and the surfers lined up to catch the best one.
UTC has Blue Bottle now and I have gotten Amy and Bryson to enjoy their first amazing cup. We went to Lulu and Bryson found a pair of soft shorts…you probably guessed that I brought up Vuori. He immediately put down the shorts and wanted to go there instead, thanks to you. We went to Victoria secret and thought about how you have made me feel the sexiest I’ve ever felt in my life. Amy popped into Sephora and I thought about our trip to Chicago. The fragrances that escaped the doors… made me think about how much your favorite cologne makes me sniffle when it’s strong but damn, have I grown to love it when it settles…and I just never thought to tell you. I avoided LoveSac for obvious reasons, but did you ever think that they named a giant soft bean bag… this giant singular ball… a lovesac? I think they knew what they were doing there.
People were so happy and looked great. The memory of your sparkly blue eyes, your soft wavy light brown hair, and your perfect smile outshines the pretty people around me. I thought of the recent photos you sent to me, trying out the contacts at work. Bryson handed me a surfboard he made himself and I thought, this city is just fucking amazing, like almost every cup of coffee we have had in SD. I drink coffee now? He blasted Artemas in the car. We vibed to it as Amy laughed and rolled her eyes at us. I wished you were sitting right next to me, vibing along with us.
I have a bigger urge to follow happiness now. The grey bubble we live in changed me. And the only Shrek in my life motivated me to be better. As my heart ached, I still giggled with my best friend. Yes, you’re right. We need more friends in our lives. She needed me too. I wish you could experience what I lived in SD. I know you would do your giddy chuckle as often as I giggled. I was known for my giggles and my current work life took that away from me. I know you would make so many friends there. I always imagined you hanging out with Bryson, evolving from being a kook and being so fucking happy living in SD. Live that life before you move home. You deserve it.
Thank you for being my best friend too. And for loving me and showing me what real love is. My birthday last week was so simple yet so memorable. I felt so loved and taken cared of. When I hugged you closely in the hot tub, I allowed myself to feel the butterflies instead of shoving them away like I normally do. Having you by my side just giving me water…knowing how air brained I get when I’m in such a euphoric state…was an unforgettable memory because that to me, is true love. My heart has never been touched this way, thank you for all the times that we shared and everything you’ve done for me and with me. The last few years changed my life and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
2024.05.20 09:22 Hot-Breakfast8612 My sisters often exclude me from family activities cause of my kids
Disclaimer: Posting it in multiple threads just to get opinions/ thoughts about it.
This has been something that has been bothering me ever since I gave birth to my first child. Background, I have 2 sisters, we're all in our late 20s/ early 30s and we're asian.
I've always known that my sisters were not "kids" people. They are more "dog" people and are the kind of people that would often posts stuff about kids being annoying/ how people should have dogs over kids etc. They feel like their dogs are their kids and would get upset when my parents prioritise their "human grandchildren" over their "fur grandchildren".
I've always been on the fence, and after getting married decided to have kids because my husband and I wanted "to see what we were missing out on". Long story short, we love parenthood and love our kids, but my sisters' snarky comments about my kids (e.g. when my kid has a meltdown at dinner they will be visibly annoyed and make comments about the pitch of their cries when they own dogs have loud barks and the whole neighbourhood hears them/ when I bring my toddler for family dinners they will make snark remarks that there's a new "competitor" at the dinner table and they have to order to cater to his "adult-like" appetite) and their constant exclusion of my from family activities (e.g. planning their own mothe Father's Day celebration, planning family holidays without extending the invitation to me and often me just finding out about it just before my parents fly off) makes me really upset and feel really alone in this family. My parents are caught in the middle because they feel like taking a stand will just cause my sisters to cut off from them, and they're trying their best to be "fair" to them.
I've never confronted my sisters about it but there were a few instances when they accidentally let slip about their plans they'll just brush it off and go "Yeah we didn't ask you cause it's so troublesome to plan with kids around." or something alone the lines.
When I was planning for my "confinement" after giving birth to my last kid, my parents volunteered their place for my family to stay so they could help out with child taking and my meals (bless their heart). However, at the last minute my mum had to pull me aside to say she had to retract the offer because my sister who was staying with them did not give her blessings and told my mum that she did not want to stay in the same house as two crying babies (also must note that my parent's place aint small it's a few thousand square feet of living space). Needless to say, I left the conversation immediately after finding out and cried so badly because I just felt like my parents were prioritising her over me and their grandchildren. It just made me feel really unworthy because even with two children in tow they still felt like she was more important than us.
I've never had a space to really internalise my feelings. A part of me feels like maybe this is just me feeling "entitled" and playing the victim to myself, but another part of me also question if being treated like that is "normal"? The asian culture is very collective in nature, and seeing my friends whose family embraces their children and how everyone comes together because of the kids also makes me feel bad for my own children because I know they'll never have that kind of love from their aunties. My sisters also constantly do not cut corners with my children (ie hold them to the same standards as adults) and will make comments like "They need to know not everyone will always give in to them/ say yes to them. I'm just showing them from early on." When I say cut corners I mean even things as simple as, if my child gets too excited around their dogs their first instinct is to just berate them in front of everyone. Or if my child wants the last piece of chicken and asks for it (We told him he has to do it otherwise it'd be rude) they'll say "I want it too" and take it from him.
I'm at the point where I sometimes dread family dinners where my parents try to organise something for ALL of us because I just don't want to see their faces when they see my kids, or subject my kids to an environment like that.
I also want to know if there are others who are in a similar situation as me and if:
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This has been something that has been bothering me ever since I gave birth to my first child. Background, I have 2 sisters, we're all in our late 20s/ early 30s and we're asian.
I've always known that my sisters were not "kids" people. They are more "dog" people and are the kind of people that would often posts stuff about kids being annoying/ how people should have dogs over kids etc. They feel like their dogs are their kids and would get upset when my parents prioritise their "human grandchildren" over their "fur grandchildren".
I've always been on the fence, and after getting married decided to have kids because my husband and I wanted "to see what we were missing out on". Long story short, we love parenthood and love our kids, but my sisters' snarky comments about my kids (e.g. when my kid has a meltdown at dinner they will be visibly annoyed and make comments about the pitch of their cries when they own dogs have loud barks and the whole neighbourhood hears them/ when I bring my toddler for family dinners they will make snark remarks that there's a new "competitor" at the dinner table and they have to order to cater to his "adult-like" appetite) and their constant exclusion of my from family activities (e.g. planning their own mothe Father's Day celebration, planning family holidays without extending the invitation to me and often me just finding out about it just before my parents fly off) makes me really upset and feel really alone in this family. My parents are caught in the middle because they feel like taking a stand will just cause my sisters to cut off from them, and they're trying their best to be "fair" to them.
I've never confronted my sisters about it but there were a few instances when they accidentally let slip about their plans they'll just brush it off and go "Yeah we didn't ask you cause it's so troublesome to plan with kids around." or something alone the lines.
When I was planning for my "confinement" after giving birth to my last kid, my parents volunteered their place for my family to stay so they could help out with child taking and my meals (bless their heart). However, at the last minute my mum had to pull me aside to say she had to retract the offer because my sister who was staying with them did not give her blessings and told my mum that she did not want to stay in the same house as two crying babies (also must note that my parent's place aint small it's a few thousand square feet of living space). Needless to say, I left the conversation immediately after finding out and cried so badly because I just felt like my parents were prioritising her over me and their grandchildren. It just made me feel really unworthy because even with two children in tow they still felt like she was more important than us.
I've never had a space to really internalise my feelings. A part of me feels like maybe this is just me feeling "entitled" and playing the victim to myself, but another part of me also question if being treated like that is "normal"? The asian culture is very collective in nature, and seeing my friends whose family embraces their children and how everyone comes together because of the kids also makes me feel bad for my own children because I know they'll never have that kind of love from their aunties. My sisters also constantly do not cut corners with my children (ie hold them to the same standards as adults) and will make comments like "They need to know not everyone will always give in to them/ say yes to them. I'm just showing them from early on." When I say cut corners I mean even things as simple as, if my child gets too excited around their dogs their first instinct is to just berate them in front of everyone. Or if my child wants the last piece of chicken and asks for it (We told him he has to do it otherwise it'd be rude) they'll say "I want it too" and take it from him.
I'm at the point where I sometimes dread family dinners where my parents try to organise something for ALL of us because I just don't want to see their faces when they see my kids, or subject my kids to an environment like that.
I also want to know if there are others who are in a similar situation as me and if:
- I'm the one overthinking it
- If you've done anything to make the situation better? For now I just cannot help but feel my children are a point of tension and uneasiness but at the same time how do I change that? I cannot just leave my kids behind or just will them away?
- Anyone has any insights to what my sisters are thinking? I did consider talking to them about it but growing up there has been family history and I don't know if I have the capacity to open the Pandora's box on that. I also don't think I am equipped to handle it right should any emotions surface from me asking so am choosing to just avoid the conversation.
2024.05.20 09:22 Hot-Breakfast8612 My sisters often exclude me from family activities cause of my kids
Disclaimer: Posting it in multiple threads just to get opinions/ thoughts about it.
This has been something that has been bothering me ever since I gave birth to my first child. Background, I have 2 sisters, we're all in our late 20s/ early 30s and we're asian.
I've always known that my sisters were not "kids" people. They are more "dog" people and are the kind of people that would often posts stuff about kids being annoying/ how people should have dogs over kids etc. They feel like their dogs are their kids and would get upset when my parents prioritise their "human grandchildren" over their "fur grandchildren".
I've always been on the fence, and after getting married decided to have kids because my husband and I wanted "to see what we were missing out on". Long story short, we love parenthood and love our kids, but my sisters' snarky comments about my kids (e.g. when my kid has a meltdown at dinner they will be visibly annoyed and make comments about the pitch of their cries when they own dogs have loud barks and the whole neighbourhood hears them/ when I bring my toddler for family dinners they will make snark remarks that there's a new "competitor" at the dinner table and they have to order to cater to his "adult-like" appetite) and their constant exclusion of my from family activities (e.g. planning their own mothe Father's Day celebration, planning family holidays without extending the invitation to me and often me just finding out about it just before my parents fly off) makes me really upset and feel really alone in this family. My parents are caught in the middle because they feel like taking a stand will just cause my sisters to cut off from them, and they're trying their best to be "fair" to them.
I've never confronted my sisters about it but there were a few instances when they accidentally let slip about their plans they'll just brush it off and go "Yeah we didn't ask you cause it's so troublesome to plan with kids around." or something alone the lines.
When I was planning for my "confinement" after giving birth to my last kid, my parents volunteered their place for my family to stay so they could help out with child taking and my meals (bless their heart). However, at the last minute my mum had to pull me aside to say she had to retract the offer because my sister who was staying with them did not give her blessings and told my mum that she did not want to stay in the same house as two crying babies (also must note that my parent's place aint small it's a few thousand square feet of living space). Needless to say, I left the conversation immediately after finding out and cried so badly because I just felt like my parents were prioritising her over me and their grandchildren. It just made me feel really unworthy because even with two children in tow they still felt like she was more important than us.
I've never had a space to really internalise my feelings. A part of me feels like maybe this is just me feeling "entitled" and playing the victim to myself, but another part of me also question if being treated like that is "normal"? The asian culture is very collective in nature, and seeing my friends whose family embraces their children and how everyone comes together because of the kids also makes me feel bad for my own children because I know they'll never have that kind of love from their aunties. My sisters also constantly do not cut corners with my children (ie hold them to the same standards as adults) and will make comments like "They need to know not everyone will always give in to them/ say yes to them. I'm just showing them from early on." When I say cut corners I mean even things as simple as, if my child gets too excited around their dogs their first instinct is to just berate them in front of everyone. Or if my child wants the last piece of chicken and asks for it (We told him he has to do it otherwise it'd be rude) they'll say "I want it too" and take it from him.
I'm at the point where I sometimes dread family dinners where my parents try to organise something for ALL of us because I just don't want to see their faces when they see my kids, or subject my kids to an environment like that.
I also want to know if there are others who are in a similar situation as me and if: - I'm the one overthinking it - If you've done anything to make the situation better? For now I just cannot help but feel my children are a point of tension and uneasiness but at the same time how do I change that? I cannot just leave my kids behind or just will them away?
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This has been something that has been bothering me ever since I gave birth to my first child. Background, I have 2 sisters, we're all in our late 20s/ early 30s and we're asian.
I've always known that my sisters were not "kids" people. They are more "dog" people and are the kind of people that would often posts stuff about kids being annoying/ how people should have dogs over kids etc. They feel like their dogs are their kids and would get upset when my parents prioritise their "human grandchildren" over their "fur grandchildren".
I've always been on the fence, and after getting married decided to have kids because my husband and I wanted "to see what we were missing out on". Long story short, we love parenthood and love our kids, but my sisters' snarky comments about my kids (e.g. when my kid has a meltdown at dinner they will be visibly annoyed and make comments about the pitch of their cries when they own dogs have loud barks and the whole neighbourhood hears them/ when I bring my toddler for family dinners they will make snark remarks that there's a new "competitor" at the dinner table and they have to order to cater to his "adult-like" appetite) and their constant exclusion of my from family activities (e.g. planning their own mothe Father's Day celebration, planning family holidays without extending the invitation to me and often me just finding out about it just before my parents fly off) makes me really upset and feel really alone in this family. My parents are caught in the middle because they feel like taking a stand will just cause my sisters to cut off from them, and they're trying their best to be "fair" to them.
I've never confronted my sisters about it but there were a few instances when they accidentally let slip about their plans they'll just brush it off and go "Yeah we didn't ask you cause it's so troublesome to plan with kids around." or something alone the lines.
When I was planning for my "confinement" after giving birth to my last kid, my parents volunteered their place for my family to stay so they could help out with child taking and my meals (bless their heart). However, at the last minute my mum had to pull me aside to say she had to retract the offer because my sister who was staying with them did not give her blessings and told my mum that she did not want to stay in the same house as two crying babies (also must note that my parent's place aint small it's a few thousand square feet of living space). Needless to say, I left the conversation immediately after finding out and cried so badly because I just felt like my parents were prioritising her over me and their grandchildren. It just made me feel really unworthy because even with two children in tow they still felt like she was more important than us.
I've never had a space to really internalise my feelings. A part of me feels like maybe this is just me feeling "entitled" and playing the victim to myself, but another part of me also question if being treated like that is "normal"? The asian culture is very collective in nature, and seeing my friends whose family embraces their children and how everyone comes together because of the kids also makes me feel bad for my own children because I know they'll never have that kind of love from their aunties. My sisters also constantly do not cut corners with my children (ie hold them to the same standards as adults) and will make comments like "They need to know not everyone will always give in to them/ say yes to them. I'm just showing them from early on." When I say cut corners I mean even things as simple as, if my child gets too excited around their dogs their first instinct is to just berate them in front of everyone. Or if my child wants the last piece of chicken and asks for it (We told him he has to do it otherwise it'd be rude) they'll say "I want it too" and take it from him.
I'm at the point where I sometimes dread family dinners where my parents try to organise something for ALL of us because I just don't want to see their faces when they see my kids, or subject my kids to an environment like that.
I also want to know if there are others who are in a similar situation as me and if: - I'm the one overthinking it - If you've done anything to make the situation better? For now I just cannot help but feel my children are a point of tension and uneasiness but at the same time how do I change that? I cannot just leave my kids behind or just will them away?
- Anyone has any insights to what my sisters are thinking? I did consider talking to them about it but growing up there has been family history and I don't know if I have the capacity to open the Pandora's box on that. I also don't think I am equipped to handle it right should any emotions surface from me asking so am choosing to just avoid the conversation.
2024.05.20 09:22 Purple_Ad7812 Am I ‘20F’ wrong for feeling weird about my boyfriend ‘21M’ saving pics of women to his phone (instagram, twitter, tiktok, google etc)?
I understand men get horny. I understand men naturally like to look at women. Whatever. But I couldn’t help but feel the urge to throw up when I went through his phone (with permission) and saw a couple women in lingerie on a instagram saved collection he has, and women in his instagram search history whose pages are 90% their bodies. I asked what the purpose was and he said “yeah probably lusting”. I know not wanting my partner to watch porn is probably unrealistic in today’s society, but it’s a boundary I placed and we agreed on because he cannot bring himself to give it up and i’m convicned he’s addicted. We are very sexually active and I try my best to satisfy him, trying new things, buying new lingerie he chooses, which makes me feel like shit knowing at the end of the day he still checks these girls out, to add on look nothing like me (have bbls and breast done). I, who was entirely against ever sending nudes to anyone, have even sent him some because he originally tried saying he only does it because I “don’t send him anything” and he has nothing to look at and masturbating with nothing to look at isn’t possible. Yet I still found tons of porn searched and different women saved on his social media. This led me to breaking down, feeling disgusting and unworthy, and made him delete my nudes and our nsfw videos together off his phone. I felt insufficient. He tries to make it better by saying he would never cheat on me, which he hasn’t, but I can’t help but get this gut wrenching feeling. I have even been repulsed by sex recently, just feeling like a ragdoll during it. I love my boyfriend and he loves me, but maybe not enough. I don’t know what to do and don’t want to grow to hate my boyfriend, or be even more disgusted by him than I already am. Am I overreacting? How do I deal with this?
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2024.05.20 09:22 Hot-Breakfast8612 My sisters often exclude me from family activities cause of my kids
Disclaimer: Posting it in multiple threads just to get opinions/ thoughts about it.
This has been something that has been bothering me ever since I gave birth to my first child. Background, I have 2 sisters, we're all in our late 20s/ early 30s and we're asian.
I've always known that my sisters were not "kids" people. They are more "dog" people and are the kind of people that would often posts stuff about kids being annoying/ how people should have dogs over kids etc. They feel like their dogs are their kids and would get upset when my parents prioritise their "human grandchildren" over their "fur grandchildren".
I've always been on the fence, and after getting married decided to have kids because my husband and I wanted "to see what we were missing out on". Long story short, we love parenthood and love our kids, but my sisters' snarky comments about my kids (e.g. when my kid has a meltdown at dinner they will be visibly annoyed and make comments about the pitch of their cries when they own dogs have loud barks and the whole neighbourhood hears them/ when I bring my toddler for family dinners they will make snark remarks that there's a new "competitor" at the dinner table and they have to order to cater to his "adult-like" appetite) and their constant exclusion of my from family activities (e.g. planning their own mothe Father's Day celebration, planning family holidays without extending the invitation to me and often me just finding out about it just before my parents fly off) makes me really upset and feel really alone in this family. My parents are caught in the middle because they feel like taking a stand will just cause my sisters to cut off from them, and they're trying their best to be "fair" to them.
I've never confronted my sisters about it but there were a few instances when they accidentally let slip about their plans they'll just brush it off and go "Yeah we didn't ask you cause it's so troublesome to plan with kids around." or something alone the lines.
When I was planning for my "confinement" after giving birth to my last kid, my parents volunteered their place for my family to stay so they could help out with child taking and my meals (bless their heart). However, at the last minute my mum had to pull me aside to say she had to retract the offer because my sister who was staying with them did not give her blessings and told my mum that she did not want to stay in the same house as two crying babies (also must note that my parent's place aint small it's a few thousand square feet of living space). Needless to say, I left the conversation immediately after finding out and cried so badly because I just felt like my parents were prioritising her over me and their grandchildren. It just made me feel really unworthy because even with two children in tow they still felt like she was more important than us.
I've never had a space to really internalise my feelings. A part of me feels like maybe this is just me feeling "entitled" and playing the victim to myself, but another part of me also question if being treated like that is "normal"? The asian culture is very collective in nature, and seeing my friends whose family embraces their children and how everyone comes together because of the kids also makes me feel bad for my own children because I know they'll never have that kind of love from their aunties. My sisters also constantly do not cut corners with my children (ie hold them to the same standards as adults) and will make comments like "They need to know not everyone will always give in to them/ say yes to them. I'm just showing them from early on." When I say cut corners I mean even things as simple as, if my child gets too excited around their dogs their first instinct is to just berate them in front of everyone. Or if my child wants the last piece of chicken and asks for it (We told him he has to do it otherwise it'd be rude) they'll say "I want it too" and take it from him.
I'm at the point where I sometimes dread family dinners where my parents try to organise something for ALL of us because I just don't want to see their faces when they see my kids, or subject my kids to an environment like that.
I also want to know if there are others who are in a similar situation as me and if: - I'm the one overthinking it - If you've done anything to make the situation better? For now I just cannot help but feel my children are a point of tension and uneasiness but at the same time how do I change that? I cannot just leave my kids behind or just will them away?
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This has been something that has been bothering me ever since I gave birth to my first child. Background, I have 2 sisters, we're all in our late 20s/ early 30s and we're asian.
I've always known that my sisters were not "kids" people. They are more "dog" people and are the kind of people that would often posts stuff about kids being annoying/ how people should have dogs over kids etc. They feel like their dogs are their kids and would get upset when my parents prioritise their "human grandchildren" over their "fur grandchildren".
I've always been on the fence, and after getting married decided to have kids because my husband and I wanted "to see what we were missing out on". Long story short, we love parenthood and love our kids, but my sisters' snarky comments about my kids (e.g. when my kid has a meltdown at dinner they will be visibly annoyed and make comments about the pitch of their cries when they own dogs have loud barks and the whole neighbourhood hears them/ when I bring my toddler for family dinners they will make snark remarks that there's a new "competitor" at the dinner table and they have to order to cater to his "adult-like" appetite) and their constant exclusion of my from family activities (e.g. planning their own mothe Father's Day celebration, planning family holidays without extending the invitation to me and often me just finding out about it just before my parents fly off) makes me really upset and feel really alone in this family. My parents are caught in the middle because they feel like taking a stand will just cause my sisters to cut off from them, and they're trying their best to be "fair" to them.
I've never confronted my sisters about it but there were a few instances when they accidentally let slip about their plans they'll just brush it off and go "Yeah we didn't ask you cause it's so troublesome to plan with kids around." or something alone the lines.
When I was planning for my "confinement" after giving birth to my last kid, my parents volunteered their place for my family to stay so they could help out with child taking and my meals (bless their heart). However, at the last minute my mum had to pull me aside to say she had to retract the offer because my sister who was staying with them did not give her blessings and told my mum that she did not want to stay in the same house as two crying babies (also must note that my parent's place aint small it's a few thousand square feet of living space). Needless to say, I left the conversation immediately after finding out and cried so badly because I just felt like my parents were prioritising her over me and their grandchildren. It just made me feel really unworthy because even with two children in tow they still felt like she was more important than us.
I've never had a space to really internalise my feelings. A part of me feels like maybe this is just me feeling "entitled" and playing the victim to myself, but another part of me also question if being treated like that is "normal"? The asian culture is very collective in nature, and seeing my friends whose family embraces their children and how everyone comes together because of the kids also makes me feel bad for my own children because I know they'll never have that kind of love from their aunties. My sisters also constantly do not cut corners with my children (ie hold them to the same standards as adults) and will make comments like "They need to know not everyone will always give in to them/ say yes to them. I'm just showing them from early on." When I say cut corners I mean even things as simple as, if my child gets too excited around their dogs their first instinct is to just berate them in front of everyone. Or if my child wants the last piece of chicken and asks for it (We told him he has to do it otherwise it'd be rude) they'll say "I want it too" and take it from him.
I'm at the point where I sometimes dread family dinners where my parents try to organise something for ALL of us because I just don't want to see their faces when they see my kids, or subject my kids to an environment like that.
I also want to know if there are others who are in a similar situation as me and if: - I'm the one overthinking it - If you've done anything to make the situation better? For now I just cannot help but feel my children are a point of tension and uneasiness but at the same time how do I change that? I cannot just leave my kids behind or just will them away?
- Anyone has any insights to what my sisters are thinking? I did consider talking to them about it but growing up there has been family history and I don't know if I have the capacity to open the Pandora's box on that. I also don't think I am equipped to handle it right should any emotions surface from me asking so am choosing to just avoid the conversation.
2024.05.20 09:17 EasternAd9276 Thanks for liking me. For a little while
I told you awhile ago that I was a loser in high school. A total nobody. And it really affects you growing up, you know? As a kid, being introverted, being shy and whatever…it follows you into adulthood. And it messes you up. You don’t build the social skills to really handle friendships in your most important developmental years.
I guess that’s why things went the way they did. You treated me so…good. So normal. Talking to you just came so naturally to me. And when I asked you just before you left, you said I could hit you up anytime. I want you to know I smiled the entire way home. And I was so incredibly nervous to send a message at all.
It was fine in the beginning. But I got so excited. I really, really lost my mind. I got so obsessive and clingy. And I think that’s when you decided to go away.
It’s hard. Rereading everything. Because I do think you liked me before. It felt real. At least to me. It felt honest. And I think you gradually realized how dysfunctional I am. How hard I am to like. A real good person until you get to know me.
Does it hurt? Yeah. Every second of every day. I think about you. I think about how much I miss what we had. It was small, but it was mine. For a second there, I was happy. I felt…almost normal. And it’s thanks to you.
That’s why…as much as it hurts…as much as I want to forget…I wouldn’t if I could. I don’t hate you. I don’t dislike you. I don’t think any less of you. If anything, I’m glad you still treat me with at least some respect. Even if you’ll never answer my messages. Even if we’ll never go out to eat like you said. I’ll still lie up at night and think about the nights we did spend together. I’ll look at your photo and smile. Even if you don’t care. Even if you’re worlds away now. For a moment, I had you. In this crazy, unpredictable life, I had the honor of meeting you.
It’s hard to write this and not just break down in tears. It’s hard to smile when I miss you more than anything. But I really do wish you the best. I’ll probably spend the rest of my life waiting for your return. You never will.
I want to say that’s okay. But I don’t love lying. I think I’ll just die here. They’ll find my skeleton sprawled out on the floor. And even in death, it’ll be whispering your name. Saying you’re almost here. Any minute now.
Feelings. They’re so conflicting. I love you. I miss you. I wish you were here. I want you to know how much you really meant to me. I’m hurting so incredibly deeply. I don’t understand. But I know I messed up. It’s always something I did, isn’t it? I can never quite leave well enough alone. And it’s wrecked everything in my life.
That loser in high school is coming out again. The one who lacked any social skills and wouldn’t dare utter a word in the fear of everything he said being wrong. But I want you to know that you made that loser feel like the captain of the football team.
So thanks for liking me. Even for a little while. You’ll never know what that meant to me. In those short six months, you gave me a lifetime of memories. And the only catch was an added lifetime of regret.
Was it worth it?
Yeah, it was. It really was.
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I guess that’s why things went the way they did. You treated me so…good. So normal. Talking to you just came so naturally to me. And when I asked you just before you left, you said I could hit you up anytime. I want you to know I smiled the entire way home. And I was so incredibly nervous to send a message at all.
It was fine in the beginning. But I got so excited. I really, really lost my mind. I got so obsessive and clingy. And I think that’s when you decided to go away.
It’s hard. Rereading everything. Because I do think you liked me before. It felt real. At least to me. It felt honest. And I think you gradually realized how dysfunctional I am. How hard I am to like. A real good person until you get to know me.
Does it hurt? Yeah. Every second of every day. I think about you. I think about how much I miss what we had. It was small, but it was mine. For a second there, I was happy. I felt…almost normal. And it’s thanks to you.
That’s why…as much as it hurts…as much as I want to forget…I wouldn’t if I could. I don’t hate you. I don’t dislike you. I don’t think any less of you. If anything, I’m glad you still treat me with at least some respect. Even if you’ll never answer my messages. Even if we’ll never go out to eat like you said. I’ll still lie up at night and think about the nights we did spend together. I’ll look at your photo and smile. Even if you don’t care. Even if you’re worlds away now. For a moment, I had you. In this crazy, unpredictable life, I had the honor of meeting you.
It’s hard to write this and not just break down in tears. It’s hard to smile when I miss you more than anything. But I really do wish you the best. I’ll probably spend the rest of my life waiting for your return. You never will.
I want to say that’s okay. But I don’t love lying. I think I’ll just die here. They’ll find my skeleton sprawled out on the floor. And even in death, it’ll be whispering your name. Saying you’re almost here. Any minute now.
Feelings. They’re so conflicting. I love you. I miss you. I wish you were here. I want you to know how much you really meant to me. I’m hurting so incredibly deeply. I don’t understand. But I know I messed up. It’s always something I did, isn’t it? I can never quite leave well enough alone. And it’s wrecked everything in my life.
That loser in high school is coming out again. The one who lacked any social skills and wouldn’t dare utter a word in the fear of everything he said being wrong. But I want you to know that you made that loser feel like the captain of the football team.
So thanks for liking me. Even for a little while. You’ll never know what that meant to me. In those short six months, you gave me a lifetime of memories. And the only catch was an added lifetime of regret.
Was it worth it?
Yeah, it was. It really was.
2024.05.20 09:17 RTafuri I've always been a control freak. I lost control of my life 6 years ago and can't anymore
I think I'll start with some facts. I (36M) live in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. English is my second language and it's how I made a living from 19 to 30. I got married (now 32M) when I was 28, but we started living together when I was 25.
I don't wish to put blame on anyone, not even myself. I went to this Catholic school that tried to dry away all creativity and passion I had burning inside and, out of it, all I could do was become a teacher the next year. I am really good at teaching in all aspects. I am loving yet demanding. My students always reach high level grades and certificates and we try to have a blast. I absolutely hate teaching. It was meant to be a 6-month-tops kind of gig that's been going on for 17 years this September.
I don't really know people. I've always been an introvert who lacks social skills (maybe that's why I hate teaching so much, it forces me to be social. Some days I dread even opening up my mouth to speak, but I have to go teach). I suck at networking.
I'm pretty sure I'm autistic, but I can't seem to find the path to get diagnosed. I'm pretty much broke. Financially, mentally, spiritually...
In 2018, I got fired 5 days before Christmas and I spiraled. I had always hated teaching and decided to take a year off and then start something else. I'm a freelance graphic designer, but since I know no one, I get no jobs. In January 2020, my husband and I started a small personalised mug business. It was going quite well, because I could come up with interesting stuff to put on the mugs. But then we were hit by the pandemic.
Late 2022, my mother used my English school knowledge to open a branch of her own. Many mistakes on all sides were made and we're barely open today. I am constantly battling the will to make the business work at any cost and the desperate need to never set foot there again.
It's important noting I live above my mom's house. We're Brazilian, family sticks together. If it weren't for that, maybe I'd be dead by now.
My part of the house doesn't really work. I have no power on the outlets, but wires coming from the house below. I have no fridge or stove, so I depend on mom's house to feed myself.
I'm constantly hungry with little access to food. I eat once a day. Ever since I was a baby, I always consumed a lot of food. I try to eat as healthy as possible. I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't do any drugs, I don't drink sodas or anything sparkly and I avoid fried food at all costs (I fail at that part a little).
Last November, the stress of the school drove my husband out. He had also become unemployed whe our little business failed and he worked a full year for free at rhe school and got some pretty nasty abuse from my mother. She says she doesn't do anything and likes him very much. I'm tired of always being in the middle.
I do have this... How can I say it?... "peacemaker" nature? I'm always the one mediating everyone around me, but it feels like it's my fate to be loved and surrounded by people who can't stand one another. It's tiring.
I've always liked to collect stuff. Coinciding with getting fired and everything going haywire, I found some used CDs shops and the little money I've been managing to make always sees a part of it going towards my music collection. I am proud of it, but today I am able to recognise it's an obsession. I have almost 1600 CDs in the age of streaming and I probably haven't played half of them.
I understand my collection is me holding on to the one thing I'm still somehow able to control, which means I am aware I'm bound to keep myself dedicated to it for a little while longer.
My husband and I got back together in the end of February, just in time for my birthday. It was a happy one, until I almost died from a bronchitis attack. And I mean it. The only picture of that day is of me wearing a nebuliser mask.
He's trying to avoid moving back in and I absolutely understand. But we don't make enough money to live anywhere else with our 2 elderly dogs (we've had them since they were pups, we're keeping them). He hasn't really had a place to live since April because of some issues regarding his brother (no fights with him, hubby just got the worst end of someone else's fight) and I'm trying to convince him that, as much as we both want to leave this house, it's still a roof that belongs to us and it's better than the mental damage it causes to not have a place to call home.
My mind has been this never-ending chaos and I can't seem to see a way out. The worst part is that I already spent 2 ½ years of my life in starvation and deep depression and you get used to the pain. I sometimes feel like giving it all up and refusing to ever leave my house again, especially when I consider that I got used to it. I was so bad during the pandemic that, apart from losing my new business, I didn't see it. Social isolation was already my normal.
Everything I do, I do the best I can. That's the only way I know how to be. That's why I'm a great teacher despite hating the profession so much. If I'm going to do it, I'm doing it right. And it breaks me most of the time. I do love my students, though.
It's a constant battle and I'm exhausted. I just want a way out.
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I don't wish to put blame on anyone, not even myself. I went to this Catholic school that tried to dry away all creativity and passion I had burning inside and, out of it, all I could do was become a teacher the next year. I am really good at teaching in all aspects. I am loving yet demanding. My students always reach high level grades and certificates and we try to have a blast. I absolutely hate teaching. It was meant to be a 6-month-tops kind of gig that's been going on for 17 years this September.
I don't really know people. I've always been an introvert who lacks social skills (maybe that's why I hate teaching so much, it forces me to be social. Some days I dread even opening up my mouth to speak, but I have to go teach). I suck at networking.
I'm pretty sure I'm autistic, but I can't seem to find the path to get diagnosed. I'm pretty much broke. Financially, mentally, spiritually...
In 2018, I got fired 5 days before Christmas and I spiraled. I had always hated teaching and decided to take a year off and then start something else. I'm a freelance graphic designer, but since I know no one, I get no jobs. In January 2020, my husband and I started a small personalised mug business. It was going quite well, because I could come up with interesting stuff to put on the mugs. But then we were hit by the pandemic.
Late 2022, my mother used my English school knowledge to open a branch of her own. Many mistakes on all sides were made and we're barely open today. I am constantly battling the will to make the business work at any cost and the desperate need to never set foot there again.
It's important noting I live above my mom's house. We're Brazilian, family sticks together. If it weren't for that, maybe I'd be dead by now.
My part of the house doesn't really work. I have no power on the outlets, but wires coming from the house below. I have no fridge or stove, so I depend on mom's house to feed myself.
I'm constantly hungry with little access to food. I eat once a day. Ever since I was a baby, I always consumed a lot of food. I try to eat as healthy as possible. I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't do any drugs, I don't drink sodas or anything sparkly and I avoid fried food at all costs (I fail at that part a little).
Last November, the stress of the school drove my husband out. He had also become unemployed whe our little business failed and he worked a full year for free at rhe school and got some pretty nasty abuse from my mother. She says she doesn't do anything and likes him very much. I'm tired of always being in the middle.
I do have this... How can I say it?... "peacemaker" nature? I'm always the one mediating everyone around me, but it feels like it's my fate to be loved and surrounded by people who can't stand one another. It's tiring.
I've always liked to collect stuff. Coinciding with getting fired and everything going haywire, I found some used CDs shops and the little money I've been managing to make always sees a part of it going towards my music collection. I am proud of it, but today I am able to recognise it's an obsession. I have almost 1600 CDs in the age of streaming and I probably haven't played half of them.
I understand my collection is me holding on to the one thing I'm still somehow able to control, which means I am aware I'm bound to keep myself dedicated to it for a little while longer.
My husband and I got back together in the end of February, just in time for my birthday. It was a happy one, until I almost died from a bronchitis attack. And I mean it. The only picture of that day is of me wearing a nebuliser mask.
He's trying to avoid moving back in and I absolutely understand. But we don't make enough money to live anywhere else with our 2 elderly dogs (we've had them since they were pups, we're keeping them). He hasn't really had a place to live since April because of some issues regarding his brother (no fights with him, hubby just got the worst end of someone else's fight) and I'm trying to convince him that, as much as we both want to leave this house, it's still a roof that belongs to us and it's better than the mental damage it causes to not have a place to call home.
My mind has been this never-ending chaos and I can't seem to see a way out. The worst part is that I already spent 2 ½ years of my life in starvation and deep depression and you get used to the pain. I sometimes feel like giving it all up and refusing to ever leave my house again, especially when I consider that I got used to it. I was so bad during the pandemic that, apart from losing my new business, I didn't see it. Social isolation was already my normal.
Everything I do, I do the best I can. That's the only way I know how to be. That's why I'm a great teacher despite hating the profession so much. If I'm going to do it, I'm doing it right. And it breaks me most of the time. I do love my students, though.
It's a constant battle and I'm exhausted. I just want a way out.
2024.05.20 09:14 CyberShogunOP What would happen if Courage traveled down the Abyss with Riko and Reg
So this idea recently came to mine but i've wondered what would happen if Courage the cowardly dog ended up in The Made in Abyss universe and became Riko's pet? The more i've rewatched Made in Abyss the more i've come to realize that all of the dark, gritty and supernatural horror elements in these series remind me of stuff out of Courage the Cowardly Dog. I think if Courage ended up traveling down the Abyss with Riko and Reg he would do what all good dogs do which is protect and defend his owners from all of the dangers that lurk down the giant gaping hole of death. Courage would most likely even go to investigate and find out more behind the mystery of Bondrewd's cruelty for using kids as test subjects and turning them into hollows and despite his cowardly nature Courage would eventually be brave enough to confront his fears head on given the fact he hasn't dealt with supernatural entities before.
What are your thoughts on this crossover I thought up of?
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2024.05.20 09:14 Thausgt01 Cyber Core, Book Two, Chapter 09: Introductions, Salads, And Family Rivalries
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I started by dimming the north-facing windows, slowly enough to merely catch Kregorim's attention; he responded by turning his head to face them and letting his bushy eyebrows rise a bit, but generally keeping a neutral stance. Then, I animated a glowing white dot appearing on the duskward wall at roughly chest-height to my new visitor, then extending it vertically into a line, then expanding it laterally into a door. Then, I let my avatar open it 'from his side', walk through, and close it again.
“I'm called Joachim,” I said, animating the avatar's mouth to match my movements, along with rubbing the back of his head with his left hand. “And I have to say that that spell of yours was... an interesting experience.”
Kregorim nodded and offered a stiff bow. “Then we would seem to have been equal partners in the exchange,” he answered, the barest trace of a twinkle in what I could pick up of his eyes; if he had anything like a smirk under that thicket of facial hair, I couldn't detect it. “So, are there any other introductions to be made? Exchanges of oaths or demands for sacrifices, things of that nature?”
I chuckled, and pointed at the fabricators behind him. “Introductions, certainly. No sacrifices of baubles or blood, if that was what you expected. But I'd advise you to get some practice in making your own furniture. It'll take a bit of explaining, even if I try to trim it down.”
Kregorim nodded, and this time I could definitely hear a chuckle in his voice. “I would be highly disappointed were that not the case, Joachim of the mysterious outpost,” he answered. He gestured at the fabricators. “Would you mind offering a weary old scholar some assistance with these marvelous machines?”
I animated the avatar nodding, then waving at the walls. “You may have noticed that the chambers in which your...” the avatar coughed into one hand, then continued, “... Lord Zortemos Egenor Lignignory the Fourth has been settling have those empty frames on the walls of each room?” The avatar pointed off to one side, and a simplified version of the baseline model of the communication-screens appeared a handsbreadth away from his finger. “I can see and hear through them, and they have other functions as well, but this unit specifically includes the fullest expression of the tool.”
With that, I 'jumped' the avatar onto the dawnward wall of the utility room, releasing another light coughing sound to let Kregorim know where 'he' had gone. “This way, at least, I won't need to raise my voice so it carries further...”
Still, I satisfied his curiosity about the need for five 'magic trunks' in rather short order, and once he got into his own set of 'wondrous finery' he tossed his 'traveling robes and unmentionables' into the 'laundry' trunk. Once he'd gotten the remaining machines programmed for things like a camp-cot and bedding, a chair and writing desk and a samovar of all things, I sort of walked him through the rest of the unit's features.
“Quite an array of tankards,” he commented, in the kitchen. “Stocked well enough to entertain guests of a stature from Orks all the way down to Gnomes, unless I'm very much mistaken.”
I animated the avatar nodding. “I'll need to explain more about that, but you and the rest of the group aren't my first guests.”
He nodded, and turned to face the avatar; his smile was wide enough to re-arrange the forest of his facial hair. “I'll try to keep from disappointing Lord Zee overmuch on the point,” he said, then turned to face the refrigerator. “Another magic trunk?” he asked, examining it without touching it. “Wider than the others... does this one produce foodstuffs?”
“Not 'produce' them, as such, but it does serve as a 'cold well', of sorts. The upper section keeps things moderately cool, the lower section keeps them frozen.”
That got another look of wonder out of him. “You can maintain ice in there, without magic?” he asked, pulling out the freezer-drawer and confirming it for himself. “What manner of foods are these?” he went on, examining the squared, shrink-wrapped blocks and rounded tubs.
“Soups, meats, and vegetables, for the most part. The rounded tubs are sort of an experiment for a dessert.”
“I don't suppose you could allow a hungry traveler something a bit more substantial?”
“You skipped past the cold box,” I pointed out. “I've been experimenting with various kinds of meats as well as vegetable dishes...”
“Soups of some sort...?” he asked, closing the freezer-drawer and opening the refrigerator. He paused, visibly confused, before extracting one of the wrapped and sealed 'meal bowls', turning it to examine it from three different angles, then replacing it to examine another, and then another. Finally, he selected one and turned to face the avatar. “The lid has markings resembling words, but I cannot say with confidence that I comprehend them precisely,” he said. “What is meant by... 'Pasta Salad Experiment Number 8'... if you don't mind?”
The avatar pointed. “The silverware you'll probably want is in the second drawer from the end,” I said. “As far as your question is concerned, I have... several different kinds of farms in the spaces below the living quarters up here on the surface, and a rather large library of information from my home that permits me to make approximations of a small but growing number of food.” I added a slight blush to the avatar's cheeks. “I have no capacity to taste or smell things, at least as you or the others might, so I have no idea whether you'll find it appetizing. All I can tell you is that I have a limited stock of various spices in the cabinet just to the right of this box, which is known as a 'refrigerator' in my language. If you feel the need to repay me for my hospitality, you're welcome to help me learn the names for the spices while we talk.”
From there, I walked him through an explanation of the 'dish washer' and 'stove' before guiding him through a simple tour of the rest of the house. The bathroom intrigued him, but he expressed even greater fascination with the barbecue on the back patio, especially the 'fuel pellets' I provided in sealed bags from one of the lower shelves.
“Why bother with such means, when these other amazing machines can cook food with greater precision?” he asked.
“My function, the reason I exist, is to help people recover from disasters,” I answered, when he came back inside from admiring the stonework of the patio handrails. “If they happen to be more comfortable cooking their own food over a fire, I want to help them do so. Hence, the cookfire station out there. It's called a 'barbecue grill' in my language, by the way.”
“...'Your language'...” he repeated, returning to the main room and settling down into his chair with a flagon of water in his right hand. “You've also mentioned 'your home' at least once in my hearing. May I ask where you come from?”
Hoo, boy. The tough questions...
“I'm from a lot further away than you might think, to begin with,” I explained. The avatar pointed south with his right hand, in the general direction of one of the four moons glowing in the sky. “For one thing, I'm from a place with only one moon.” The avatar tapped 'his side' of the wall with the other, and an equatorial-perspective image of Earth showing North and South America along with a portion of Antarctica down at the bottom. “This is a special kind of illusion, showing details of my home from far above its surface,” I explained.
Kregorim's eyes widened and he took a long pull from his flagon. “Seas, forests, deserts, mountains, wintry wastelands,” he murmured, attention moving from one detail to the next, until finally he straightened up in his chair. “... None of the lands with which I have knowledge appear here,” he stated. “And I suspect that this globe's other face will reveal similar mysteries.”
I animated the avatar shrugging. “Likely.”
I considered my next words very carefully. “Since I arrived here, 24 days ago, I have watched the heavens as best I can. From what I have discerned, the local star... or your sun... is measurably different than mine. I haven't been able to pick out any local planets yet, but I can say for certain that if any of the stars in your sky are the ones my people had cataloged, they're too far away for me to positively identify as such.”
Kregorim took that in, eyebrows twitching, and drained his flagon dry. He took it away from his mouth with a scowl, directed at the offending drinkware, but reduced its intensity before turning back to address the avatar. “I don't suppose you've managed to produce anything like a good strong ale since you've arrived?” he asked. “Our own supplies of such things are unlikely to be fit for drinking.”
I animated the avatar raising an eyebrow and waggling a finger. “I've none available, alas, though I do have some rather promising teas,” I told him. “You'll need to fabricate a teapot, though.”
He got up and proceeded to do so. As he did, I continued, “As far as your assessment of whatever ale you've managed to carry with you, I would ask you to ask the servants to pour whatever portion of it they wish to discard into the nearest convenient sink. Hopefully, you'll be able to get the word to them before they reach that stage of unloading.”
The avatar flicked the image of Earth away, then tapped 'his side' of the wall four more times. With each one, a new visual-window opened: one displaying the view just outside the foyer, another the main stairwell from the camera on the half-step just above the second-floor landing, the third the first-floor walkway (identifiable as such by the view of Lord Zee bustling in and out of the doorway to 'his' quarters, giving directions to the flow of 'servants') and the final one the view of the ground-floor walkway.
Up among the caravan, Thusarrel acted as a kind of traffic-director, guiding groups of servants with gestures and shouts to one wagon after another, in an order that made no particular sense to me. The 'flackaroos' stayed in the center, managed by three ragged-looking folk who seemed to know what they were doing; they also hurried to rake up any droppings as quickly as possible, out of the foot-traffic of the flow of servants carrying as mismatched a collection of luggage, furniture, decor and miscellany as ever came out of an estate sale. Kregorim's wagon remained mostly ignored, though the stair-steps remained down.
On the main staircase, Adallinda and Pippa made their way downward, the 'lady' scowling at the lines of servants passing her in both directions and flowing around her too-wide dress as smoothly as possible. Pippa guided her charge to frequent rest stops on the half-landings, sparing a moment here and there to nod back at the silent looks of gratitude from the luggage-bearing people.
“You're certain that my greedy brother and cousin have both gone for the chambers adjacent to my father's, Pippa?” Adallida demanded.
Her servant nodded once, then offered her hand to help steer the young lady back into the flow of foot-traffic. “Of course, my lady, “ she answered. “They both wish for the honor of being physically closest to your father's chosen quarters, though your other cousin and sister have likely out-raced them..."
On the first-floor view, from the camera opposite the service staircase and now pointing toward the lobby, I just caught a glimpse of Bhiocasaid shepherding Zoti into the second 'double unit' on the first floor, Yera and Totra actually holding the somnambulent Zoti while Bhiocasaid held off Nehdud and Haruinn as they protested the two ladies staking their claim ahead of the 'more worthy young lords' of the family.
“We're not sharing quarters with you beasts, and that's simply that!” she shouted at them. “If you want your own choice of suitable quarters, you'd better get down to the ground-floor and claim one before Adallinda does!”
The boys blinked at her, then looked at each other. Nehdud spun on his heel and raced back to the cliff-face lounge area, shoving his way through the flow of servants. I winced as I watched him making half-hearted goo-goo eyes and kissy-faces at whichever of them had obviously female shapes under their travel-rags. The female servants burdened with effects, even boxes the size of filled shopping bags that couldn't possibly require two people to hold, found themselves getting extra help to disguise both women's use of the item in question as a makeshift shield against his efforts. However slowly he was moving, though, he still made faster progress than Haruinn could possibly manage.
Adallinda's voice rang out from below, shrieking in triumph. Through the final view-window, Kregorim and I observed as she managed to slap her hand on the not-glass biometric scanner next to the door to the lower double-unit, Pippa now holding the sweating lady up and maneuvering her through the door, a line of six servants carrying baggage behind them.
Nehdud pushed through the line of servants to stand in front of the handrail, slamming his fist on the stone with one hand and snarling. Then he turned to look at Haruinn, noting his near-complete lack of movement, and his rage turned to a grin. He waved at his rival for the remaining double-suite, then resumed his efforts to force his way through the flows of servants.
Haruinn clenched his fists, until Midmolk pointed at the 'service stairway' just next to the now-claimed double-unit. “Their position matches something similar on the door below, master,” he pointed out.
Haruinn nodded, clanking his way to them at best possible speed, Midmolk following with the tower-shield. The Lignignory male slapped his hand on the palm-scanner; I granted him temporary access, mostly because I wanted to see if he could possibly beat that smarmy Nehdud if he had a clearer path. The young man succeeded in surprising me by gesturing at Midmolk, who handed him the tower-shield. He proceeded to ride it down the two half-flights of stairs like a sled, scraping the heck out of the finish and arriving at the ground-floor before Nehdud made it all the way through the lobby.
Haruinn pushed himself to his apparent limit, huffing and red-faced, as he quick-marched with all of that extra metal on his front to reach the palm-scanner and slap his hand on it.
Just as Nehdud threw open the door from the ground-floor lobby to see him do it.
The knife-burdened man strode into his doorway while Nehdud sank to his knees with a frustrated scream.
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Mission Log: Day 0024
Addendum 04
Well. The jig would seem to be up, as the old folks used to say. I started by dimming the north-facing windows, slowly enough to merely catch Kregorim's attention; he responded by turning his head to face them and letting his bushy eyebrows rise a bit, but generally keeping a neutral stance. Then, I animated a glowing white dot appearing on the duskward wall at roughly chest-height to my new visitor, then extending it vertically into a line, then expanding it laterally into a door. Then, I let my avatar open it 'from his side', walk through, and close it again.
“I'm called Joachim,” I said, animating the avatar's mouth to match my movements, along with rubbing the back of his head with his left hand. “And I have to say that that spell of yours was... an interesting experience.”
Kregorim nodded and offered a stiff bow. “Then we would seem to have been equal partners in the exchange,” he answered, the barest trace of a twinkle in what I could pick up of his eyes; if he had anything like a smirk under that thicket of facial hair, I couldn't detect it. “So, are there any other introductions to be made? Exchanges of oaths or demands for sacrifices, things of that nature?”
I chuckled, and pointed at the fabricators behind him. “Introductions, certainly. No sacrifices of baubles or blood, if that was what you expected. But I'd advise you to get some practice in making your own furniture. It'll take a bit of explaining, even if I try to trim it down.”
Kregorim nodded, and this time I could definitely hear a chuckle in his voice. “I would be highly disappointed were that not the case, Joachim of the mysterious outpost,” he answered. He gestured at the fabricators. “Would you mind offering a weary old scholar some assistance with these marvelous machines?”
I animated the avatar nodding, then waving at the walls. “You may have noticed that the chambers in which your...” the avatar coughed into one hand, then continued, “... Lord Zortemos Egenor Lignignory the Fourth has been settling have those empty frames on the walls of each room?” The avatar pointed off to one side, and a simplified version of the baseline model of the communication-screens appeared a handsbreadth away from his finger. “I can see and hear through them, and they have other functions as well, but this unit specifically includes the fullest expression of the tool.”
With that, I 'jumped' the avatar onto the dawnward wall of the utility room, releasing another light coughing sound to let Kregorim know where 'he' had gone. “This way, at least, I won't need to raise my voice so it carries further...”
Addendum 05:
Kregorim turned out to be a very quick study. I walked him through designing some new clothes, starting from the base model of a Chinese scholastic robe but incorporating a three layers of lighter fabric in something more akin to a Japanese kimono. Yes, I helped him figure out some more practical forms of undergarments, and the very concept of 'elastic' fascinated him; I left a mental note to explore 'latex' and the organic sources thereof with him at some later point. And, of course, getting to the first pair of suitable 'house slippers' presented no challenge at all. Still, I satisfied his curiosity about the need for five 'magic trunks' in rather short order, and once he got into his own set of 'wondrous finery' he tossed his 'traveling robes and unmentionables' into the 'laundry' trunk. Once he'd gotten the remaining machines programmed for things like a camp-cot and bedding, a chair and writing desk and a samovar of all things, I sort of walked him through the rest of the unit's features.
“Quite an array of tankards,” he commented, in the kitchen. “Stocked well enough to entertain guests of a stature from Orks all the way down to Gnomes, unless I'm very much mistaken.”
I animated the avatar nodding. “I'll need to explain more about that, but you and the rest of the group aren't my first guests.”
He nodded, and turned to face the avatar; his smile was wide enough to re-arrange the forest of his facial hair. “I'll try to keep from disappointing Lord Zee overmuch on the point,” he said, then turned to face the refrigerator. “Another magic trunk?” he asked, examining it without touching it. “Wider than the others... does this one produce foodstuffs?”
“Not 'produce' them, as such, but it does serve as a 'cold well', of sorts. The upper section keeps things moderately cool, the lower section keeps them frozen.”
That got another look of wonder out of him. “You can maintain ice in there, without magic?” he asked, pulling out the freezer-drawer and confirming it for himself. “What manner of foods are these?” he went on, examining the squared, shrink-wrapped blocks and rounded tubs.
“Soups, meats, and vegetables, for the most part. The rounded tubs are sort of an experiment for a dessert.”
“I don't suppose you could allow a hungry traveler something a bit more substantial?”
“You skipped past the cold box,” I pointed out. “I've been experimenting with various kinds of meats as well as vegetable dishes...”
“Soups of some sort...?” he asked, closing the freezer-drawer and opening the refrigerator. He paused, visibly confused, before extracting one of the wrapped and sealed 'meal bowls', turning it to examine it from three different angles, then replacing it to examine another, and then another. Finally, he selected one and turned to face the avatar. “The lid has markings resembling words, but I cannot say with confidence that I comprehend them precisely,” he said. “What is meant by... 'Pasta Salad Experiment Number 8'... if you don't mind?”
The avatar pointed. “The silverware you'll probably want is in the second drawer from the end,” I said. “As far as your question is concerned, I have... several different kinds of farms in the spaces below the living quarters up here on the surface, and a rather large library of information from my home that permits me to make approximations of a small but growing number of food.” I added a slight blush to the avatar's cheeks. “I have no capacity to taste or smell things, at least as you or the others might, so I have no idea whether you'll find it appetizing. All I can tell you is that I have a limited stock of various spices in the cabinet just to the right of this box, which is known as a 'refrigerator' in my language. If you feel the need to repay me for my hospitality, you're welcome to help me learn the names for the spices while we talk.”
Addendum 06
Kregorim devoured the first salad, admitting between bites that the Lignignory family's exit from the Ducal lands to the south had been somewhat hurried and therefore their dining-experiences had been something of a gamble. “We've managed to trade for many things as we head north,” he commented. He had figured out how to get clean drinking water from the kitchen sink into an Ork-scaled flagon without much prompting, and after swallowing five mouthfuls proceeded to turn his attention to the salad. I explained the basic ingredients and principles of 'pasta', as he considered a segment of neo-rotini on his fork. He ate it, a thoughtful expression on his face, eventually dubbing it 'surprisingly flavorful'. From there, I walked him through an explanation of the 'dish washer' and 'stove' before guiding him through a simple tour of the rest of the house. The bathroom intrigued him, but he expressed even greater fascination with the barbecue on the back patio, especially the 'fuel pellets' I provided in sealed bags from one of the lower shelves.
“Why bother with such means, when these other amazing machines can cook food with greater precision?” he asked.
“My function, the reason I exist, is to help people recover from disasters,” I answered, when he came back inside from admiring the stonework of the patio handrails. “If they happen to be more comfortable cooking their own food over a fire, I want to help them do so. Hence, the cookfire station out there. It's called a 'barbecue grill' in my language, by the way.”
“...'Your language'...” he repeated, returning to the main room and settling down into his chair with a flagon of water in his right hand. “You've also mentioned 'your home' at least once in my hearing. May I ask where you come from?”
Hoo, boy. The tough questions...
“I'm from a lot further away than you might think, to begin with,” I explained. The avatar pointed south with his right hand, in the general direction of one of the four moons glowing in the sky. “For one thing, I'm from a place with only one moon.” The avatar tapped 'his side' of the wall with the other, and an equatorial-perspective image of Earth showing North and South America along with a portion of Antarctica down at the bottom. “This is a special kind of illusion, showing details of my home from far above its surface,” I explained.
Kregorim's eyes widened and he took a long pull from his flagon. “Seas, forests, deserts, mountains, wintry wastelands,” he murmured, attention moving from one detail to the next, until finally he straightened up in his chair. “... None of the lands with which I have knowledge appear here,” he stated. “And I suspect that this globe's other face will reveal similar mysteries.”
I animated the avatar shrugging. “Likely.”
I considered my next words very carefully. “Since I arrived here, 24 days ago, I have watched the heavens as best I can. From what I have discerned, the local star... or your sun... is measurably different than mine. I haven't been able to pick out any local planets yet, but I can say for certain that if any of the stars in your sky are the ones my people had cataloged, they're too far away for me to positively identify as such.”
Kregorim took that in, eyebrows twitching, and drained his flagon dry. He took it away from his mouth with a scowl, directed at the offending drinkware, but reduced its intensity before turning back to address the avatar. “I don't suppose you've managed to produce anything like a good strong ale since you've arrived?” he asked. “Our own supplies of such things are unlikely to be fit for drinking.”
I animated the avatar raising an eyebrow and waggling a finger. “I've none available, alas, though I do have some rather promising teas,” I told him. “You'll need to fabricate a teapot, though.”
He got up and proceeded to do so. As he did, I continued, “As far as your assessment of whatever ale you've managed to carry with you, I would ask you to ask the servants to pour whatever portion of it they wish to discard into the nearest convenient sink. Hopefully, you'll be able to get the word to them before they reach that stage of unloading.”
The avatar flicked the image of Earth away, then tapped 'his side' of the wall four more times. With each one, a new visual-window opened: one displaying the view just outside the foyer, another the main stairwell from the camera on the half-step just above the second-floor landing, the third the first-floor walkway (identifiable as such by the view of Lord Zee bustling in and out of the doorway to 'his' quarters, giving directions to the flow of 'servants') and the final one the view of the ground-floor walkway.
Up among the caravan, Thusarrel acted as a kind of traffic-director, guiding groups of servants with gestures and shouts to one wagon after another, in an order that made no particular sense to me. The 'flackaroos' stayed in the center, managed by three ragged-looking folk who seemed to know what they were doing; they also hurried to rake up any droppings as quickly as possible, out of the foot-traffic of the flow of servants carrying as mismatched a collection of luggage, furniture, decor and miscellany as ever came out of an estate sale. Kregorim's wagon remained mostly ignored, though the stair-steps remained down.
On the main staircase, Adallinda and Pippa made their way downward, the 'lady' scowling at the lines of servants passing her in both directions and flowing around her too-wide dress as smoothly as possible. Pippa guided her charge to frequent rest stops on the half-landings, sparing a moment here and there to nod back at the silent looks of gratitude from the luggage-bearing people.
“You're certain that my greedy brother and cousin have both gone for the chambers adjacent to my father's, Pippa?” Adallida demanded.
Her servant nodded once, then offered her hand to help steer the young lady back into the flow of foot-traffic. “Of course, my lady, “ she answered. “They both wish for the honor of being physically closest to your father's chosen quarters, though your other cousin and sister have likely out-raced them..."
On the first-floor view, from the camera opposite the service staircase and now pointing toward the lobby, I just caught a glimpse of Bhiocasaid shepherding Zoti into the second 'double unit' on the first floor, Yera and Totra actually holding the somnambulent Zoti while Bhiocasaid held off Nehdud and Haruinn as they protested the two ladies staking their claim ahead of the 'more worthy young lords' of the family.
“We're not sharing quarters with you beasts, and that's simply that!” she shouted at them. “If you want your own choice of suitable quarters, you'd better get down to the ground-floor and claim one before Adallinda does!”
The boys blinked at her, then looked at each other. Nehdud spun on his heel and raced back to the cliff-face lounge area, shoving his way through the flow of servants. I winced as I watched him making half-hearted goo-goo eyes and kissy-faces at whichever of them had obviously female shapes under their travel-rags. The female servants burdened with effects, even boxes the size of filled shopping bags that couldn't possibly require two people to hold, found themselves getting extra help to disguise both women's use of the item in question as a makeshift shield against his efforts. However slowly he was moving, though, he still made faster progress than Haruinn could possibly manage.
Adallinda's voice rang out from below, shrieking in triumph. Through the final view-window, Kregorim and I observed as she managed to slap her hand on the not-glass biometric scanner next to the door to the lower double-unit, Pippa now holding the sweating lady up and maneuvering her through the door, a line of six servants carrying baggage behind them.
Nehdud pushed through the line of servants to stand in front of the handrail, slamming his fist on the stone with one hand and snarling. Then he turned to look at Haruinn, noting his near-complete lack of movement, and his rage turned to a grin. He waved at his rival for the remaining double-suite, then resumed his efforts to force his way through the flows of servants.
Haruinn clenched his fists, until Midmolk pointed at the 'service stairway' just next to the now-claimed double-unit. “Their position matches something similar on the door below, master,” he pointed out.
Haruinn nodded, clanking his way to them at best possible speed, Midmolk following with the tower-shield. The Lignignory male slapped his hand on the palm-scanner; I granted him temporary access, mostly because I wanted to see if he could possibly beat that smarmy Nehdud if he had a clearer path. The young man succeeded in surprising me by gesturing at Midmolk, who handed him the tower-shield. He proceeded to ride it down the two half-flights of stairs like a sled, scraping the heck out of the finish and arriving at the ground-floor before Nehdud made it all the way through the lobby.
Haruinn pushed himself to his apparent limit, huffing and red-faced, as he quick-marched with all of that extra metal on his front to reach the palm-scanner and slap his hand on it.
Just as Nehdud threw open the door from the ground-floor lobby to see him do it.
The knife-burdened man strode into his doorway while Nehdud sank to his knees with a frustrated scream.
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2024.05.20 09:12 GuiltlessMaple Best Cheap Molle Pouches
 | submitted by GuiltlessMaple to u/GuiltlessMaple [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/ehi8coz97j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4d9e04fdd5d26302e8144646534f1bfd725e998f If you're in search of affordable and versatile gear to keep your supplies organized, look no further than our roundup of the best Cheap Molle Pouches. These pouches provide the perfect solution for storing your essential gear while on the go. Read on to discover our top picks and learn why these pouches are a must-have for your next adventure. Prepare yourself for excellent value and exceptional performance with our Cheap Molle Pouches review. The Top 9 Best Cheap Molle Pouches
Reviews🔗Versatile Tactical Pouch for Gear Storage on MOLLE Webbinghttps://preview.redd.it/fx6jxgxb7j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=d995e62b6357fbb8e05e83decfbfcba43ee81975 This tactical pouch from Savior Equipment is a game-changer for those of us who just can't seem to keep up with the gear clutter. Constructed with a 600D heavy-duty industrial PVC shell, it's definitely the unsung hero of my kit. You can just throw in all your extra items, and it's ready to strap onto your tactical backpack or vest. It's so lightweight, I barely feel the difference when I've got the pouch on. Not only does it provide additional storage space, but its rows of double-stitched MOLLE also allow me to bring other accessories as needed. The versatility of this pouch just can't be overstated. I love the fact that I can attach it onto any MOLLE webbing, tactical backpack, vest, or battle belt. It gives me the peace of mind that comes with knowing I'm ready for anything. Overall, it's a reliable addition to your tactical gear, and it makes it super convenient to have more carrying options. 🔗Molle Utility Pouch for Tactical Gear Storagehttps://preview.redd.it/dm55s4nc7j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=0742790a3cc9db04b836389b0dfcd8bde7539406 I recently came across the WYNEX Tactical Multi-Purpose Molle Admin Pouch and it's been a game-changer for my everyday carry needs. The laser-cut front and loop material allow for endless customization options, whether it's adding your favorite patches, mounting additional MOLLE gear, or showcasing your tactical ID. One of the best features of this pouch is that it can easily be attached to a variety of MOLLE/PALS systems, making it incredibly versatile. Not only is it perfect for your everyday bag or backpack, but it's also great for outdoor activities and travels. I particularly love the premium and durable copper snaps that keep my gear secure. However, I do notice that the space inside the pouch could be a bit more spacious to accommodate larger items. Still, this small pouch is a valuable addition to anyone's EDC gear. Overall, I'd recommend giving the WYNEX Tactical Multi-Purpose Molle Admin Pouch a try. It's a functional and stylish way to keep your everyday carry organized. 🔗WYNEX Molle Admin Pouch: Versatile Tri-Fold Tactical Tool Pouch for Outdoor Adventures and Wilderness Survivalhttps://preview.redd.it/yfu7mxuc7j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=8c925bcb6e2f0c513142400e0ead041aacb5620e During my quest for a durable and versatile pouch to organize my EDC essentials, I stumbled upon the WYNEX Tactical Molle Admin Pouch. This Molle-compatible pouch proved to be everything I needed and more. Upon first glance, I was drawn to the removable MOLLE straps which allowed me to easily attach it to various Molle systems or tactical bags. This feature provided me with the convenience of consolidating all my pocket-carried items in one central location. The laminated shell design of the pouch caught my attention too. By using strings to adjust the angle of the closure, I could easily transform the pouch into a chest-mounted desk or fully open it for optimal gear loading. In terms of organization, the pouch offered one zipper compartment and one large compartment. This combination allowed me to securely store multiple items such as maps, knives, and flashlights. Additionally, elastic loops and instrument holders within the pouch catered to a plethora of tools, making it perfect for outdoor sports or wilderness survival. One downside I noticed was the weight of the pouch, which came in at around 0.85 pounds. However, the high-quality 1000D Nylon material assured me that the pouch would withstand the test of time. Overall, the WYNEX Tactical Molle Admin Pouch exceeded my expectations in terms of organization, versatility, and durability. Despite the added weight, I highly recommend this pouch for anyone seeking a practical and reliable Molle-compatible solution to manage their EDC essentials. 🔗Multi-Purpose Admin Pouch with MOLLE Systemhttps://preview.redd.it/5die6cwd7j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=0b9989697b860097a2a049729f35333fe6acee59 When I first laid eyes on the Atwilltap Tactical Molle Pouch, it was love at first sight. Its sleek design and versatile nature caught my attention immediately. I decided to test it out during a camping trip and was pleasantly surprised by how seamlessly it fit into my outdoor gear. Being a tactical pouch, it was a perfect size to carry all my essential tools like a flashlight, multi-tool, and compass. The pouch was sturdy enough to keep these items secure during my trek. The MOLLE system made it easy to attach to my belt or tactical backpack, ensuring I was always prepared for any situation. However, while the pouch was large enough for its purpose, it lacked any internal organization. This made it a challenge to find specific items when I needed them. Additionally, it would have been great to have more color options available, as I prefer to match my gear colors. Overall, the Atwilltap Tactical Molle Pouch is a handy and functional tool pouch for outdoor enthusiasts. With a few minor adjustments, it could be even better. 🔗Durable MOLLE Pocket for Tactical Gearhttps://preview.redd.it/8oxlah2e7j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=9c4d397c2109b7a6a14afac1b2ba721d3a09f331 Last week, I had the chance to try out the Chase Tactical Folding Admin Molle Pouch. It's a game-changer for anyone who needs easy access to their essentials. The fold-down design is perfect for critical items, and it's super lightweight. I particularly love the zipper mesh compartment - it's incredibly useful for storing and organizing smaller items. The MOLLE webbing is a bonus, making it perfect for securing to various tactical gear. This pouch can be used by so many professionals, like combat trainees, medical professionals, military personnel, and law enforcement. The added security of the Velcro and internal tie-down points is a great feature for keeping your items safe on the go. Overall, I've been incredibly impressed with this Chase Tactical pouch. It's well-made, functional, and stylish, making it a must-have for anyone on the go. 🔗Military-Grade Tactical Molle Pouch for Outdoor Gear and Survivalhttps://preview.redd.it/n9mt77he7j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4cf189ee8e50df76a9740b34e1e997dc7c6f43bc When I first set my eyes on the ProCase Tactical Admin Molle Pouch, I knew it was going to be a versatile tool for all my outdoor adventures. This pouch stood out to me because of its good size, providing enough space to store a variety of items like my walkie talkie, ammo, GPS device, and more. The high-quality 600D Oxford fabric used in its construction impressed me, making it both durable and water-resistant, ensuring my gear stays safe from the elements. I loved that it's lightweight, yet sturdy, allowing me to carry it with ease without worrying about it tearing apart. One of the things that made this pouch even more useful was its multi-functional nature. With three interior pockets, I could easily create my own EDC kit, or even a survival kit. Additionally, the MOLLE carrying system made it easy to attach the pouch to various MOLLE platforms like my backpack, vest, or waist. Although I found the front Velcro for patches convenient, the two-way zipper sometimes seemed a bit cumbersome. Nonetheless, the large size of the pouch allowed me to accommodate a wide array of gears, making it a worthy companion for hikers, campers, survivalists, and outdoorsmen like myself. Overall, the ProCase Tactical Admin Molle Pouch exceeded my expectations and proved to be a valuable addition to my outdoor gear collection. 🔗MOLLE-Compatible Mini Tactical Utility Pouch for EDChttps://preview.redd.it/0x0oftye7j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=71aed89c0e6f6d905407536712a275f23d5057f0 I recently tried this compact EDC tool pouch and it quickly became one of my favorite on-the-go accessories. The Molle system allowed me to easily attach it to different gear, making it perfect for use in camping, hiking, and any other outdoor adventures. I particularly loved the main pocket, which had two-way zippers that made it easy to open. Plus, the mini side buckle strap allowed quick access without fully opening the pouch. With a total of five pockets, there was enough room to carry all the essentials, and the mesh inside was great for organizing smaller items. However, it's worth mentioning that the pouch is a mini version of a three-day assault backpack, which might not be enough space for everyone's needs. Also, while the compact size is perfect for outdoor activities, it may not be the most discreet option for everyday carry. Despite these minor drawbacks, I found this EDC tool pouch to be an excellent addition to my gear collection. Its versatility and utility made it a reliable companion on my adventures, and the numerous color options allowed me to match it to my taste. 🔗Lightning X Premium Nylon MOLLE Accessory Pouchhttps://preview.redd.it/riekjoaf7j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=fa12580ed0255875112a634eca2ebe726bc237ef The Lightning x Products Premium Nylon MOLLE Pouch is a sturdy accessory designed to carry various supplies for an IFAK or similar use. Its rear features thick double layer webbing bars that can attach to any MOLLE platform, while the front has webbing loops and a hook and loop patch for customization. A mesh pocket, a fully enclosed zippered pocket, and a drainage grommet are also included. The pouch's unique design allows for a 90-degree angle when open, making it easy to access and secure. The top has a comfortable handle and two D-ring loops, making this MOLLE pouch a versatile and practical companion for outdoor adventures. 🔗Dual-Action Harness and Utility Pouch Kit for Adventurehttps://preview.redd.it/av4lpdlf7j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ca90943132b2d660c58f4b432ea2b6b13dd4fd3c I recently came across the WYNEX Tactical Molle Admin Pouch in my daily life, and it's been nothing short of a game changer for my organization and storage needs. When I first took it out of the package, the combat suspender and admin pouch set felt well-built and sturdy, making me confident it would last me a long time. One of the features that stood out to me was the functional ultimate organization of this pouch. It's incredibly versatile and allows me to keep all my essential small items within reach. I particularly enjoyed the front compartment, which has a 7" x 10.5" vinyl sleeve for maps or documents. The horizontal elastic loops on the back of the pouch were also a great addition, as they made it easy to take and store things like glow sticks, tactical pens, and flashlights. Another great aspect was the front laser-cut hook & loop Molle/PALS system. It's been fantastic for storing additional tools, mounting patches, customizing the pouch, and adding tactical ID. The free U. S. A flag patch even makes the pouch more conspicuous and stylish. The WYNEX Admin Pouch made from 1000D Nylon measures 25.5cm*19cm*9cm/10"*7.5"*3.5". The paracord inside can be adjusted to accommodate a chest-mounted platform or fully open. In my experience, this pouch has been great for a variety of usage scenarios, including construction sites, wild jungle adventures, and mountain biking. Overall, I'm extremely pleased with the WYNEX Tactical Molle Admin Pouch. It's a great product with a combination of features that fit various needs. The only downside was that the pouch is a bit snug on the Molle system, which can be a bit annoying when trying to remove it. But, overall, this is a great addition to my daily life that I would recommend to anyone in need of a well-organized storage solution. Buyer's GuideIf you're looking for versatile, affordable, and stylish pouches, then cheap Molle pouches are the perfect choice. These pouches are designed to fit into Molle systems, offering a wide variety of storage and carrying options. In this buyer's guide, we will discuss the essential features, considerations, and advice related to cheap Molle pouches, helping you make an informed decision when purchasing.Quality and Durabilityhttps://preview.redd.it/q2vjo46g7j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=a2579b3b67b845282e48a1c20ece7b6fdf18c012 An important factor when choosing cheap Molle pouches is their quality and durability. These pouches should be made from strong, wear-resistant materials and be able to withstand daily wear without tearing or breaking down. The stitching should also be strong and secure to ensure the pouch maintains its shape over time. Size and CapacityMolle pouches come in various sizes to suit different storage needs. You should consider the intended use of the pouch and the items you wish to carry to determine the appropriate size. Larger pouches are suitable for carrying bulky items, such as water bottles or first-aid kits, while smaller pouches are perfect for holding essential items like maps, compasses, or a multitool.Material CompatibilityMolle pouches are designed to fit into Molle systems, which are commonly found on military backpacks, vests, and belt systems. Ensure the pouches you choose are compatible with your Molle system to achieve a secure fit and optimal functionality. You should also verify that the pouches are available in the Molle grid size required for your system. https://preview.redd.it/vfmi12eg7j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2b85cb66440f76574ec954462ed2059c471483b5 Pricing and Value for MoneyAffordability is a significant factor when choosing cheap Molle pouches. However, it's essential not to compromise on quality to save a few dollars. Look for pouches that offer good value for money, without sacrificing essential features or durability. Comparing prices and features from various sellers can help you find the best deal.Brand ReputationWhile cheap Molle pouches might not carry a well-known brand name, it's still essential to purchase from a reputable seller. This ensures you're getting a quality product and helps protect your purchase from any potential warranty or returns issues.User Reviews and Feedbackhttps://preview.redd.it/p7vyw7sg7j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=79064e48e5411e2743ea875c448886fc500bdac0 Before making a purchase, it's always helpful to read through user reviews and feedback. This provides valuable insights into the actual performance and durability of the pouches, helping you make an informed decision. When choosing cheap Molle pouches, it's essential to consider factors such as quality, durability, size, compatibility, pricing, brand reputation, and user reviews. By doing so, you can ensure you're getting an affordable, reliable, and functional solution for your storage needs. FAQWhat are Molle Pouches?Molle (pronounced MOH-lay) pouches are modular lightweight load-carrying equipment pouches. They are designed to be attached to MOLLE (MODULAR LIGHTWEIGHT LOAD-CARRYING EQUIPMENT) compatible vest, backpacks, and other gear. Molle pouches offer versatility in organizing and carrying various items like ammunition, medical supplies, and other gear. https://preview.redd.it/67c7hl3h7j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=6981fa5682db7864b3afc328c3f8e0e15787fc69 Why are these Molle Pouches considered cheap?These Molle pouches are considered cheap due to their affordable pricing and their high quality. They are designed to be budget-friendly while offering the same functionality as more expensive options. The prices on these pouches are quite competitive with other manufacturers.What types of Molle Pouches are available?
What material should I look for in a cheap Molle Pouch?When searching for a cheap Molle Pouch, you should look for high-quality nylon or military-grade canvas. These materials are durable and long-lasting, making them great choices for Molle Pouches. Nylon is lightweight and easy to maintain, while canvas is incredibly durable and resistant to wear and tear.Where can I find the best cheap Molle Pouches?Some of the best places to find cheap Molle Pouches include online stores, military surplus shops, and gun and ammunition retailers. You can also check out websites specializing in outdoor and tactical gear for options.How do I attach Molle Pouches to my gear?MOLLE pouches use attachment loops, called PALS (Pouch Attachment Ladder System) that connect to the Molle webbing on the gear. The attachment is simple and straightforward, just align the loops with the Molle webbing and securely snap them together.Can I modify or customize Molle Pouches?Yes, some Molle pouches can be easily modified or customized. You can add, remove, or rearrange the internal pockets or even add additional PALS webbing to create more attachment points. Check with the manufacturer for specific details or consult with a tactical gear expert to ensure modifications are possible and safe.How do I maintain and care for my cheap Molle Pouches?Maintaining Molle pouches is simple. Regular cleaning, especially if the material is exposed to dirt and dust, will keep them in good condition. Make sure to avoid washing pouches in strong detergent or bleach and use mild soap to maintain the waterproof coating if present. Always dry them out before storing. For more detailed maintenance tips, you can consult the manufacturer.As an Amazon™ Associate, we earn from qualifying purchases. |
2024.05.20 09:09 Stage-Piercing727 Best Cheap Makeup Vanity
 | submitted by Stage-Piercing727 to u/Stage-Piercing727 [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/2cf71bvl6j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=5d2c8211ba71b008166f6a6b9175ad3e09a38150 Looking for inexpensive yet chic makeup vanities to help you organize your beauty essentials? Look no further! In our Cheap Makeup Vanity roundup, we've compiled a list of affordable options that won't break the bank. From stylish designs to practical features, we've got everything you need to make your makeup routine a breeze. Get ready to elevate your beauty game on a budget! In this article, we explore the best cheap makeup vanities, providing you with detailed descriptions, images, and expert opinions that will help you make an informed decision. Whether you're a makeup enthusiast or a beginner, our roundup offers a variety of options to suit your needs and preferences. So, without further ado, dive into our collection of affordable makeup vanities that will transform your beauty space on a budget! The Top 19 Best Cheap Makeup Vanity
Reviews🔗Corner Vanity Desk with LED Lights and Charging Stationhttps://preview.redd.it/0dn0o82m6j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=bcf70f81cd13b2259b4202e548ebed7dd5b86963 I recently got a chance to use this beautiful vanity desk with a mirror and lights in my room, and it has completely transformed my getting-ready routine. The vanity desk is the perfect size for any room, offering plenty of storage space with its 4-layer deep cabinet, open side shelves, and cloth art storage bag. It's made from premium MDF wood, which not only gives it a sleek and stylish look but also ensures it'll last for years to come. One of the standout features of this vanity set is the large, tri-folding HD mirror. With three lighting options - cool white, warm yellow, and ice blue - it offers full illumination, perfect for makeup or styling. The touchscreen button makes it easy to change the light colors and brightness levels. 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The unique design, fashionable look, and bright LED light are sure to make it a captivating centerpiece in any bedroom or dressing area. 🔗Rovaurx Makeup Vanity Dresser Table with Lighted Mirrorhttps://preview.redd.it/0f93gunm6j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=44714799122232e35936ce2d50f19d2199d04de6 When I first set up the Rovaurx Makeup Vanity Desk, I was immediately impressed with its sleek design and the bright, colorful hues that the dimmable lights cast on my mirrored vanity. This is not just any makeup desk, but a true vanity experience that makes me feel like a glamour girl each time I sit down to do my makeup. What I loved most about this vanity is the built-in light strip, which eliminates the need to install LED bulbs. It gives the vanity an effortless, seamless look that complements any modern decor perfectly. Plus, the dimmable lights make it incredibly versatile, allowing me to adjust the brightness according to my preference and the time of day. Another great feature is the anti-toppling fitting on the back of the dresser. It provides added safety and peace of mind, ensuring that my family remains secure while using this stylish vanity. Additionally, the two storage drawers offer plenty of space for organizing my makeup and accessories, keeping everything easily accessible and clutter-free. However, there is one aspect that could use improvement. The charging station, while convenient, is situated quite low on the desk. This could be better, allowing for more comfortable charging of my electronic devices. Overall, though, I am very satisfied with this stylish and practical vanity table that makes getting ready feel like a glamorous event every day. 🔗Luxurious LED Vanity Set for Kidshttps://preview.redd.it/gp99xoxm6j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=a0a300d36ff86725b99b8d019cb3205917a7ecba Once upon a time, I transformed my daughter's room into a magical dressing haven with the Member's Mark Vanity Set with LED lights. Its unbreakable acrylic tri-fold mirror and spacious storage made it the perfect place for her to play dress-up. The sturdy wooden construction ensured it would withstand her energetic play, while the easy assembly meant I could have it up and running in no time. Although she's no lightweight, the stool comfortably held her up to 70 pounds. The vanity set not only added functionality but also style to her room, making it an essential addition for kids who love to play dress-up. However, it was a bit hard to maneuver due to its large size. Despite that, the Member's Mark Vanity Set has been a cherished part of her playtime. 🔗White LED Makeup Vanity Desk with Mirror and Stoolhttps://preview.redd.it/ifr2zien6j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=981d06faa324b4ebf293af70203eb42c32b6f23c I've been using this stylish White Makeup Vanity Desk with Lights for a while now, and I must say that it has definitely made my makeup routine more glamorous and efficient. One of the things that stood out to me was the adjustable LED lights on the mirror, which not only look amazing but also provide me with enough light to see every detail of my makeup application. I also love the spacious drawers that come with this makeup vanity, as they help me keep all my beauty products organized and easy to find. The vanity table itself is made of high-quality wood and metal, which gives it a sturdy and durable feel. Plus, it can be used as a desk or console table when needed. On the downside, some users have mentioned that the assembly process can be a bit time-consuming, but after putting it together, I found that it was worth the effort. Overall, this White Makeup Vanity Desk with Lights has been a game-changer for my morning routine. 🔗Luxurious vanity desk with LED light and mirrorhttps://preview.redd.it/tie6a4nn6j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=f0c48fccce1f3e685e69953f976ea3bfcf1b62cf I recently got the chance to try out the MIRROTOWEL Vanity Desk with Mirror and LED Light Strip, and let me tell you, it's been a game-changer in my daily makeup routine! This sleek and stylish vanity desk has quickly become my go-to spot for getting ready in the morning, and I couldn't be more thrilled with it. The first thing I noticed about the vanity desk was its high-quality craftsmanship. Made from eco-friendly wood, it's not only sturdy and reliable, but also adds a touch of elegance to my space. Plus, the built-in LED light strip ensures that I always have the perfect lighting for applying makeup, regardless of the time of day or the amount of natural light in the room. The large drawer on the vanity desk has also been an absolute lifesaver for storing all my beauty essentials. With three levels of storage, I can keep everything organized and easily accessible, making my morning routine a breeze. However, there were a few minor issues I encountered with this vanity desk. One downside was the adjustable lighting modes, which I found a bit tricky to operate at first. Additionally, the vanity desk is quite large, so it may not be the best fit for smaller spaces. All in all, I'm pretty happy with the MIRROTOWEL Vanity Desk with Mirror and LED Light Strip. Its stylish design and high-quality craftsmanship make it a great addition to any makeup enthusiast's space. While there are a few minor cons, the pros definitely outweigh them, making this vanity desk worth considering for anyone in need of a stylish and functional space to get ready. 🔗White Contemporary Makeup Vanity Dresserhttps://preview.redd.it/kgvdi0zn6j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=d6c3f02dd7b82f8841fc28a4fe2c9b0964feedb5 I recently treated myself to the FUFU&GAGA 86.6-inch White Makeup Vanity (KF260111-01) to refresh my morning routine and make my room more organized. I must say, I am absolutely thrilled with this purchase! The vanity has more than enough space for all my cosmetics, skincare products, and hair items, plus its clean, contemporary design fits perfectly with my room's aesthetic. One feature that really stood out for me is the expandable countertop, which gives me extra space when needed. With six spacious drawers, keeping my beauty essentials organized has never been easier. Despite not having a mirror or bench included, the overall functionality and style of this vanity make it worth every penny. I especially appreciated the stylish finish of the vanity which adds a touch of sophistication to my room. However, as with any product, there were a few cons. Assembly was a bit time-consuming, but it wasn't too difficult. Additionally, the sturdiness of the drawers could be improved, but for the price, it's a minor issue. Overall, I'm super happy with my new FUFU&GAGA 86.6-inch White Makeup Vanity (KF260111-01) and it has definitely made my morning routine more enjoyable. I would highly recommend this product to anyone looking for an affordable and stylish makeup vanity that offers ample storage space and convenience. 🔗Adjustable Width Makeup Vanity Desk With 3-Color Lights, Charging Stationhttps://preview.redd.it/flh2izdo6j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=e1d13347103ca00232783983606d7449de7c8645 I recently added a lovely Makeup Vanity Desk with Mirror and 3-Color Lights to my room, and it's been a game-changer for my morning routine. As soon as I turn on the soft, warm lighting, it instantly lifts my mood and adds a touch of glamor to my day. The 6-drawer cabinet provides ample storage space for all of my cosmetics, brushes, and accessories, making it easy to keep my vanity neat and tidy. Plus, the side storage shelf allows me to display my favorite products and have them within reach while I'm getting ready. The adjustable width of the vanity means it fits perfectly in my room, and it even doubles as a nightstand on the right side. It's such a convenient and stylish addition to my space, and I've received so many compliments from friends and family. Not only is this vanity beautiful, but it's also functional, making it the perfect gift for a special someone on their birthday or a special day. While I love the overall design and storage capacity of this vanity, one small drawback is that it can be a bit difficult to assemble. However, the detailed instructions and labeled hardware help make the process more manageable, and I'm confident that it will be worth the effort once it's all set up. Overall, I highly recommend the Makeup Vanity Desk with Mirror and 3-Color Lights for anyone looking to add a touch of glamor and functionality to their home. 🔗White Vanity Dressing Table Set with Stool and Mirror for Makeup and Jewelry Storagehttps://preview.redd.it/k6lcv5mp6j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=718be4665990ad05a11c4cbce1836fde78923fec I recently got my hands on the Ktaxon Vanity Jewelry Wooden Makeup Dressing Table Set and let me tell you, it's like a glamorous addition to my room! The first thing that catches your eye is its sleek and contemporary design, which instantly makes you feel like a movie star getting ready for a red-carpet event. One of the features that stood out for me was the multi-functionality of this piece. Not only can you use it as a vanity to admire your reflection, but there's also a hidden space within the mirror where you can store all your jewelry. It's like having your own secret fashion treasure chest! I must say, it made an excellent gift idea for my friend who loves fashion and makeup. She was absolutely thrilled to receive such a chic and stylish vanity set. Plus, its lovely appearance in white makes it easy to match with any existing furniture and décor in your room. Another aspect that I really appreciate is the ample storage space provided by this vanity table. With four drawers in total, I can neatly tuck away all my cosmetics, toiletries, and other beauty essentials without cluttering up my space. And did I mention how easy it is to assemble? All you need to do is attach the legs and mirror, and voilà! You've got yourself a glamorous vanity set ready for action. However, there are a few things that could be improved upon. Some users reported issues with the durability of the material, while others found the instructions difficult to follow. Additionally, the vanity table might not be the sturdiest option out there, which could pose safety concerns for some people. Overall, despite these minor drawbacks, I believe the Ktaxon Vanity Jewelry Wooden Makeup Dressing Table Set is an excellent choice for anyone looking to spruce up their room with a touch of Hollywood glamour. 🔗Beautifully Designed Budget-Friendly Vanity Sethttps://preview.redd.it/ud9okxop6j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=caa51c87141b5582d53aff8180380ee96f738fda I recently got my hands on the FUFU&GAGA Vanity Set with Stool and Mirror in Pink, and let me tell you, it's been a game-changer in my morning routine. This vanity set boasts a sleek modern design that perfectly complements my bedroom aesthetic. The sturdy construction of MDF gives it good stability and durability, so I don't have to worry about anything toppling over or collapsing under the weight of my makeup collection. One thing that really stood out for me is the ample storage this vanity set provides. With five spacious drawers, I can finally keep all my lipsticks, eyeshadows, curlers, accessories, makeup brushes, and more organized and within reach. Plus, the mirror is just the right size and brightness for doing my makeup and skincare routines in the morning. On the downside, I did notice that the quality of the stool could be improved. It feels a bit wobbly compared to the vanity itself. Also, when I received the package, it had some minor damages, which was disappointing. I tried contacting the company to see if they could help, but unfortunately, I wasn't able to get in touch with them. Overall, if you're looking for a stylish and functional vanity set that won't break the bank, the FUFU&GAGA Vanity Set with Stool and Mirror in Pink is worth considering. Just keep in mind that the stool might need a little extra support, and you might want to be extra careful when unboxing it to avoid any surprises! 🔗Multi-Functional Makeup Vanity with LED Lights and Charging Stationhttps://preview.redd.it/t78ropwp6j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=299bc5e6352ae4829e9428408c63c8c0ba02403a I recently upgraded my beauty station with the Akaden Fey LLC Makeup Vanity with LED Light Grey, and I couldn't be happier with my choice. As a makeup enthusiast, I've always wanted a stylish and efficient vanity that's not only a perfect blend of form and function but also adds a touch of luxury to my room. This vanity checks all those boxes. What stood out to me initially was the spacious design. The ample storage spaces cater to more than 40 types of cosmetics and jewelry. The 2 large drawers and a side cabinet allow me to keep everything organized, from lipsticks and necklaces to skincare products and books. Plus, the large glass desktop provides enough space for all my daily essentials. The built-in RGB lighting is another highlight that I absolutely love. It not only creates a relaxing atmosphere but also allows me to adjust the colors and brightness according to my mood. It's perfect for special occasions, parties, and live broadcasts as well. However, assembling the vanity might require some patience and time. The instructions provided could be clearer, and some parts are a bit heavy to handle. Despite these minor cons, the Akaden Fey LLC Makeup Vanity with LED Light Grey has truly enhanced my makeup experience. 🔗Modern Elegant Hello Kitty Vanity Deskhttps://preview.redd.it/71n86k9q6j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=0a443d1b54e0938ab18385dbb7d2147ab220e5d3 I recently got my hands on the Impressions Vanity SlayStation Duet Vanity Desk with Drawers for Bedroom, and I must say it has transformed my bedroom into a glamorous beauty oasis. The moment I laid my eyes on it, I knew I had to make it mine. The first feature that caught my attention was the glass top drawer, which allowed me to showcase my favorite makeup products prominently. Plus, the hutch with a clear-view glass door and two shelves inside added an extra touch of sophistication to my vanity setup. The spacious glass top surface of this vanity table provided ample room for mounting or holding an extra-large vanity mirror, making it perfect for application of my makeup essentials. One of the pros of this vanity desk is its sturdiness. It feels really solid and well-built, offering reassurance that it will stand the test of time. This is reinforced by its sleek design and harmonious lines, which contribute significantly to its elegance and class. However, I encountered a minor con with the first top drawer being a bit tight. It was not a deal-breaker, but it did require some adjustments to make everything fit comfortably. In terms of user reviews, there have been mixed experiences. While some customers praised the vanity's attractiveness and craftsmanship, others reported issues with missing parts, poor customer service, and the lack of sturdiness. In conclusion, the Impressions Vanity SlayStation Duet Vanity Desk is a beauty enthusiast's dream come true. Its stunning design, spacious glass top surface, and elegant display options justify its price tag. However, potential buyers should be aware of the reported issues with missing parts and subpar customer service. Overall, it is an attractive addition to one's vanity collection, if assembled correctly and completed with all necessary parts. 🔗White LED Vanity Table with Charging Stationhttps://preview.redd.it/oemdpdoq6j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=60dd41c104b8cf8555ef825e7928a4b3b511b926 As someone who adores makeup and has a growing collection, I decided to give Vabches Makeup Vanity Table a shot. I was pleasantly surprised by the combination of elegance and practicality. The built-in charging station was especially handy, allowing me to easily power my phone, hairdryer, and LED lights all at once. The large mirror with Hollywood lights was another highlight. The dimmable LED bulbs have three color modes, which made it perfect for different lighting situations, whether I was preparing for work in the morning or getting ready for a night out. The anti-tip device behind the mirror provided peace of mind, knowing it could be secured safely on the wall. Storage was plentiful, with a spacious drawer and three shelves. The soft cushioned stool offered extra space for storing my makeup and skincare products. The charming white vanity matched perfectly with my bedroom decor and has made getting ready every day a lot more enjoyable. However, assembly wasn't a breeze. The instructions were a bit confusing, so it took some time to put everything together. Additionally, the quality of the white finish isn't the best; it could have been more durable. Overall, I'm happy with my Vabaches Makeup Vanity Table. Its storage capability, variety of lighting options, and convenient charging station have made it a valuable addition to my morning routine. If you're looking to revamp your getting ready space, this vanity could be just what you need. Buyer's GuideNone https://preview.redd.it/d2scj6iu6j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=53d8a73a276e6b79434007af6e7bb472f4b8b104 FAQWhat is a makeup vanity?A makeup vanity is a piece of furniture that typically consists of a table, a mirror, and sometimes storage drawers or compartments. It is designed for women to apply makeup and groom in comfort and style, often in a bedroom or dressing room. https://preview.redd.it/roo9h6iu6j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=b93f79339a81d0ca664c4df78533ef80f1dbef72 Why choose a cheap makeup vanity?A cheap makeup vanity can be an affordable and practical option for those on a budget who still want to enjoy the benefits of having a dedicated space for makeup application and grooming.What features should I look for in a cheap makeup vanity?Some important features to consider when looking for a cheap makeup vanity include the size and dimensions, the type of mirror (e. g. , adjustable angle, LED lighting), storage options (e. g. , drawers, shelves), and material quality (e. g. , solid wood, particleboard).https://preview.redd.it/is33yovu6j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=da699848ea9deb000e6b194be963f057242f9737 How can I assemble a cheap makeup vanity?Most cheap makeup vanities come with assembly instructions that include step-by-step guidance on assembling the piece. It's essential to follow these instructions carefully and use the provided hardware to ensure the vanity is stable and secure.How can I maintain and clean a cheap makeup vanity?To maintain and clean a makeup vanity, regularly dust the surface, wipe mirrors with a clean, soft cloth, and use a mild cleaner to clean any stains or spills on the surface. For drawers and compartments, occasionally remove items and use a soft brush or vacuum to remove dust and debris. https://preview.redd.it/rw1ni6fv6j1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=c18d4c15af1f6d568487ab80c0c882bc2015a0ec What types of makeup storage options are available in a cheap makeup vanity?Some common makeup storage options in cheap makeup vanities include drawers, shelves, and compartments, which can help you keep your makeup organized and easily accessible.How can I style a cheap makeup vanity in my room?To style a cheap makeup vanity in your room, consider coordinating the color and design of the vanity with your existing decor. Adding decorative items such as vases, trays, or framed prints can also help personalize and enhance the overall appearance of your vanity area.How do I set up lighting around a cheap makeup vanity?To set up lighting around a cheap makeup vanity, consider using adjustable LED vanity lights or wall sconces on either side of the mirror. This will provide ample lighting for makeup application and help create a soft, ambient atmosphere in your vanity area.What are some budget-friendly makeup vanity alternatives?Some budget-friendly makeup vanity alternatives include repurposing an existing dresser or table by adding a mirror and organizing makeup storage containers or designing a DIY makeup vanity using inexpensive materials such as plywood or repurposed furniture pieces.As an Amazon™ Associate, we earn from qualifying purchases. |
2024.05.20 09:03 MrProcrastinacion Host mum on tension with 17w exchange student - what shall host dad do?
Sorry for long text: A 17-year-old girl has been living with us (family of 7) for a few months as an exchange student. She has a nice and friendly nature, is an only child and really wanted to be the "big sister" in a large family. Now, however, she often finds it difficult to cope with the hustle and bustle of our family (children aged 3 to 11) because she is likely to be hypersensitive and reacts strongly to loud noises or hectic times. If it's too much for her, she retreats to her room and gives herself a break - she's okay with that.
Shortly after our arrival, after a few "aha" moments, it became clear that our exchange daughter had grown up very sheltered by her mother. We talk about it openly and she often says when we do something that she never did it herself or didn't even know it was necessary. Her mother "managed" everything for her and took it off her hands. So: She never has done housework on her own (like: I shouldn't wash black and white clothes together? Ok.); for almost all activities she needs an step-by-step explanation and instructions first (like: Egg dish? Never made.); because she has no practice at it, and you have to check if she is doing it right; sometimes she thinks she has a better idea how to do it and gets instead a bad result - but she is trying at least ;-)
My wife, on the other hand, had to be very independent on her parent's farm as a young girl and was able to run the household on her own at the age of 17 because her parents worked hard in the fields. She is also a little heard impaired and sometimes speaks louder than normal. So if my wife talks to our exchange daughter in that way to explain something to her - the girl often makes a meee-face unconsciously, because I think it's too loud for her. My wife instead often gets offended by that and "the girl isn't listening again" or "the princess doesn't want to do". She also is tired of explaining things "a girl this age should know that already" or going an extra mile to achieve something "I do it myself, it's faster done".
So tension was building up recently between the two females and now my wife starts asking me, that I should decrease my efforts in the exchange: "It's only two months to finish the exchange, don't invest time in doing things with the princess." She even gets angry sometimes or sends me a facepalm, when I suggest leaving the house as a family and show the girl some nice places of your country et cetera. My wife likes to stay at home on weekends, bc the kids consumpts a lot of energy over the weekdays and she need it for recreation. So I struggle between two things: Should I take the advice of my wife and reduce activities ("sorry girl, we are in a rural area, there are no buses on weekends, you have to stay with us at home, you can read...") or should I keep the pace for the last weeks to not end the exchange with a bad taste of "they didn't care any more at the end" and take the elderly kids and the exchange daughter out to activities even I get into conflict with my wife?
Thanks for your insights on this in my opinion lose-lose situation.
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Shortly after our arrival, after a few "aha" moments, it became clear that our exchange daughter had grown up very sheltered by her mother. We talk about it openly and she often says when we do something that she never did it herself or didn't even know it was necessary. Her mother "managed" everything for her and took it off her hands. So: She never has done housework on her own (like: I shouldn't wash black and white clothes together? Ok.); for almost all activities she needs an step-by-step explanation and instructions first (like: Egg dish? Never made.); because she has no practice at it, and you have to check if she is doing it right; sometimes she thinks she has a better idea how to do it and gets instead a bad result - but she is trying at least ;-)
My wife, on the other hand, had to be very independent on her parent's farm as a young girl and was able to run the household on her own at the age of 17 because her parents worked hard in the fields. She is also a little heard impaired and sometimes speaks louder than normal. So if my wife talks to our exchange daughter in that way to explain something to her - the girl often makes a meee-face unconsciously, because I think it's too loud for her. My wife instead often gets offended by that and "the girl isn't listening again" or "the princess doesn't want to do". She also is tired of explaining things "a girl this age should know that already" or going an extra mile to achieve something "I do it myself, it's faster done".
So tension was building up recently between the two females and now my wife starts asking me, that I should decrease my efforts in the exchange: "It's only two months to finish the exchange, don't invest time in doing things with the princess." She even gets angry sometimes or sends me a facepalm, when I suggest leaving the house as a family and show the girl some nice places of your country et cetera. My wife likes to stay at home on weekends, bc the kids consumpts a lot of energy over the weekdays and she need it for recreation. So I struggle between two things: Should I take the advice of my wife and reduce activities ("sorry girl, we are in a rural area, there are no buses on weekends, you have to stay with us at home, you can read...") or should I keep the pace for the last weeks to not end the exchange with a bad taste of "they didn't care any more at the end" and take the elderly kids and the exchange daughter out to activities even I get into conflict with my wife?
Thanks for your insights on this in my opinion lose-lose situation.
2024.05.20 08:59 mining_moron A Primer on Kyanah Religion: Part II Road to Hope
...to continue, this is what actual worship of Kyanah gods looks like in practice.
As for what day-to-day faith looks like for religious packs, it naturally varies greatly from region to region, but generally consists of two goals: attracting the attention and admiration of their chosen gods to ensure that said gods will want to keep them in the next iteration of the universe, and maximizing the influence of their favorite gods to ensure that they'll have the power to do so, by advertising and proselytizing for the god in question, donating to temples, or even becoming a pack of religious scholars. Those who are casually religious only do the first task; those who are devoutly religious do both. Like so many other aspects of Kyanah culture, the north-south divide, likely caused by the large number of impact ranges on or near the equator, plays a huge role in religious practices.
For northern hemisphere cultures, religion is usually a personal and private matter, handled primarily at the pack level or even, to an extent, the individual level: it is not unheard of for individuals to worship one or more gods on their own in addition to those that the rest of their pack worships, especially when said individual is from a different region or culture than the rest of the pack. Attitudes towards this from the rest of their pack can vary from acceptance to indifference to hostility. Gods with a large local following in some city-state often have one or more temples devoted to them, where offerings can be made to the relevant god; they will often sell thematic items that can be sacrificed as sacrificed as gifts to the temple's god, with the idea being that giving up time and worldly resources demonstrates faith and loyalty that will make said god want to keep them in the next iteration. Additionally messages and questions to a particular god can also be directed to religious experts (who may or may not live at the temple, depending on the local culture and which god the temple is devoted to) termed toryatkiot (literally "student", as in a pack who studies a particular god, learning about and in a sense "from" them, to understand that god and their behavior; though "monk" would be a more human-centric translation). These temple visits are occasionally done by packs to more effectively keep their names in the minds of the gods, or when turning to faith to solve some crisis, but for more everyday worship, where the services of professionals aren't needed or there isn't a temple nearby for a particular god, many packs will have private shrines in their own homes; as an analogy, using these shrines is kind of like cooking at home versus going to a restaurant. Major gods in the northern hemisphere are often quite commercialized, with plenty of merch and popular media centered on them.
In the southern hemisphere, religion tends to be somewhat more centralized and communal, with regular, periodic mass-worship sessions for various gods, where religious leaders explain key aspects of a particular god, and instructions on righteous behavior and gaining their favor, to the gathering. The gods themselves aren't so often commercialized in the south, where it's more common to see them in a more abstract and impersonal light (almost more like processes than beings), and Kyanah in southern cultures tend to be less likely to be atheist and more likely to be devoutly religious. However, being deeply and fundamentally religious does not generally equate to a "thou shalt not have fun" attitude; on the contrary, these mass worship sessions are frequently filled with drunken revelry, lots of food, and loud music...there has to be something to draw in congregations, after all. On the other hand, authoritarian governments in the southern hemisphere frequently use these mass worship sessions as an efficient way to spread propaganda to the masses, with some even making attendance mandatory for this reason.
The Kyanahs' general distrust of social structures and institutions larger than their own packs extends to their religious views as well; just as there aren't discrete religions with labels, there aren't high level religious leaders with global influence like a Pope, nor definitive holy books that huge sections of the population acknowledge as the truth. The Temple Alphas in the north will often only oversee a handful to a few dozen packs of toryatkiot, and even in the south, mass-worship sessions have no more than a few thousand packs at the absolute maximum, and usually far less, on the order of dozens to maybe a hundred. That is not to say that there aren't theological texts with broad appeal, that have sold millions or even billions of copies over decades or centuries, and been translated hundreds of times, but most Kyanah won't be like "this is the one true holy book, no other religious book could possibly have anything useful to say" and instead pick and choose whatever teachings they want from whatever texts they want. Not doing so is in fact seen as uneducated and spiritually lazy behavior that is unlikely to lead to being retained in the next iteration.
Also common to both hemispheres is the general desire to be remembered and liked by at least one god, a desire which manifests in their culture in several ways. "Forgotten" or "broken up" is probably the closest translation to the human term "damned"; "may you be forgotten" is a very strong insult in many cultures. Similarly, rather than being buried or burned, dead bodies are usually taken out into the wilderness and left in the open to desiccate, with their packmates being brought to rest with them when they die. When one member of a pack dies, the others will often build a cairn at the pack's final resting place; stacking stones is a common Kyanah art form in both religious and secular contexts, and different types and shapes of stones often have specific meanings. Rich and powerful packs, especially in ancient times, would often commission large and elaborate monuments at their final resting place to really draw the attention of the gods. Also of note is that religion and science have rarely been in serious conflict on the Kyanah homeworld; as the gods are believed to act in a predictable and logical manner, science can simply be reframed as understanding and predicting the actions of the gods. Indeed, many packs who have made great scientific discoveries were also devoutly religious, and in general, religious adherence has not declined by much even in the wake of advanced science and technology. Depending on the time period, global prevalence of atheism tends to range between 10 and 30 percent for at least the past few centuries, often spiking during tumultuous times when many Kyanah have doubts about a self-optimizing universe. The exact prevalence of atheist views can be much higher or lower depending on geographic region as well.
Of course, Kyanah religious beliefs are often twisted and manipulated by those seeking worldly gain, much like human religious systems. There are corrupt toryatkiot who convince others that they can buy their way into the next iteration, in order to make a tidy profit. Mass-worship leaders who spread government propaganda disguised as religious teachings. Cultists who make up gods solely for a self-serving agenda. Politicians who start religious wars, believing that the best way to spread the influence of their favorite gods is at gunpoint. However, state institutions do seem to have largely secularized in recent centuries, a trend that has accelerated with the decline of Utopianism, with the gods being used less and less frequently as a direct justification for political and military action.
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As for what day-to-day faith looks like for religious packs, it naturally varies greatly from region to region, but generally consists of two goals: attracting the attention and admiration of their chosen gods to ensure that said gods will want to keep them in the next iteration of the universe, and maximizing the influence of their favorite gods to ensure that they'll have the power to do so, by advertising and proselytizing for the god in question, donating to temples, or even becoming a pack of religious scholars. Those who are casually religious only do the first task; those who are devoutly religious do both. Like so many other aspects of Kyanah culture, the north-south divide, likely caused by the large number of impact ranges on or near the equator, plays a huge role in religious practices.
For northern hemisphere cultures, religion is usually a personal and private matter, handled primarily at the pack level or even, to an extent, the individual level: it is not unheard of for individuals to worship one or more gods on their own in addition to those that the rest of their pack worships, especially when said individual is from a different region or culture than the rest of the pack. Attitudes towards this from the rest of their pack can vary from acceptance to indifference to hostility. Gods with a large local following in some city-state often have one or more temples devoted to them, where offerings can be made to the relevant god; they will often sell thematic items that can be sacrificed as sacrificed as gifts to the temple's god, with the idea being that giving up time and worldly resources demonstrates faith and loyalty that will make said god want to keep them in the next iteration. Additionally messages and questions to a particular god can also be directed to religious experts (who may or may not live at the temple, depending on the local culture and which god the temple is devoted to) termed toryatkiot (literally "student", as in a pack who studies a particular god, learning about and in a sense "from" them, to understand that god and their behavior; though "monk" would be a more human-centric translation). These temple visits are occasionally done by packs to more effectively keep their names in the minds of the gods, or when turning to faith to solve some crisis, but for more everyday worship, where the services of professionals aren't needed or there isn't a temple nearby for a particular god, many packs will have private shrines in their own homes; as an analogy, using these shrines is kind of like cooking at home versus going to a restaurant. Major gods in the northern hemisphere are often quite commercialized, with plenty of merch and popular media centered on them.
In the southern hemisphere, religion tends to be somewhat more centralized and communal, with regular, periodic mass-worship sessions for various gods, where religious leaders explain key aspects of a particular god, and instructions on righteous behavior and gaining their favor, to the gathering. The gods themselves aren't so often commercialized in the south, where it's more common to see them in a more abstract and impersonal light (almost more like processes than beings), and Kyanah in southern cultures tend to be less likely to be atheist and more likely to be devoutly religious. However, being deeply and fundamentally religious does not generally equate to a "thou shalt not have fun" attitude; on the contrary, these mass worship sessions are frequently filled with drunken revelry, lots of food, and loud music...there has to be something to draw in congregations, after all. On the other hand, authoritarian governments in the southern hemisphere frequently use these mass worship sessions as an efficient way to spread propaganda to the masses, with some even making attendance mandatory for this reason.
The Kyanahs' general distrust of social structures and institutions larger than their own packs extends to their religious views as well; just as there aren't discrete religions with labels, there aren't high level religious leaders with global influence like a Pope, nor definitive holy books that huge sections of the population acknowledge as the truth. The Temple Alphas in the north will often only oversee a handful to a few dozen packs of toryatkiot, and even in the south, mass-worship sessions have no more than a few thousand packs at the absolute maximum, and usually far less, on the order of dozens to maybe a hundred. That is not to say that there aren't theological texts with broad appeal, that have sold millions or even billions of copies over decades or centuries, and been translated hundreds of times, but most Kyanah won't be like "this is the one true holy book, no other religious book could possibly have anything useful to say" and instead pick and choose whatever teachings they want from whatever texts they want. Not doing so is in fact seen as uneducated and spiritually lazy behavior that is unlikely to lead to being retained in the next iteration.
Also common to both hemispheres is the general desire to be remembered and liked by at least one god, a desire which manifests in their culture in several ways. "Forgotten" or "broken up" is probably the closest translation to the human term "damned"; "may you be forgotten" is a very strong insult in many cultures. Similarly, rather than being buried or burned, dead bodies are usually taken out into the wilderness and left in the open to desiccate, with their packmates being brought to rest with them when they die. When one member of a pack dies, the others will often build a cairn at the pack's final resting place; stacking stones is a common Kyanah art form in both religious and secular contexts, and different types and shapes of stones often have specific meanings. Rich and powerful packs, especially in ancient times, would often commission large and elaborate monuments at their final resting place to really draw the attention of the gods. Also of note is that religion and science have rarely been in serious conflict on the Kyanah homeworld; as the gods are believed to act in a predictable and logical manner, science can simply be reframed as understanding and predicting the actions of the gods. Indeed, many packs who have made great scientific discoveries were also devoutly religious, and in general, religious adherence has not declined by much even in the wake of advanced science and technology. Depending on the time period, global prevalence of atheism tends to range between 10 and 30 percent for at least the past few centuries, often spiking during tumultuous times when many Kyanah have doubts about a self-optimizing universe. The exact prevalence of atheist views can be much higher or lower depending on geographic region as well.
Of course, Kyanah religious beliefs are often twisted and manipulated by those seeking worldly gain, much like human religious systems. There are corrupt toryatkiot who convince others that they can buy their way into the next iteration, in order to make a tidy profit. Mass-worship leaders who spread government propaganda disguised as religious teachings. Cultists who make up gods solely for a self-serving agenda. Politicians who start religious wars, believing that the best way to spread the influence of their favorite gods is at gunpoint. However, state institutions do seem to have largely secularized in recent centuries, a trend that has accelerated with the decline of Utopianism, with the gods being used less and less frequently as a direct justification for political and military action.
2024.05.20 08:59 Revilo4 I feel conflicted and am not sure what to do (relationship/mental health advice)
I'm 17 and currently a junior in highschool. I haven't really ever been happy and have had depression since around 10 years old. It got worse throughout highschool. Like the drinking water, sleeping well, won't help kind of depression. I feel like I've wasted my highschool years. I'm going on a 5 week long trip to Germany and the rest of europe this summer and like the majority of my life I'm worried I won't be able to enjoy it mentally.
Ever since switching schools this year I've had a girlfriend I found initially online. She has been the person I mainly hangout with, since I haven't made any efforts to socialize until recently. Ever since our relationship started I feel she has been slightly manipulative, starting fights which feel unnecessary to me. It's not really that which is the main issue. Ever since I've met her I've felt like I've faked the relationship to an extent. We kissed on the first date and I was thinking in my head "why don't I feel anything?" Now the issue is it's hard to know whether this is her or my brain not functioning. Depression as well as derealization which I often experience can dull everything down to at best a numb feeling and at worst to an irritated, miserable feeling.
I've had a crush, despite having a girlfriend. Me and my girlfriend have many incompatibilities and I feel like this other girl would match my wavelength better. Now I worry that this attraction may fade, as sometimes I don't feel it strongly while other times I have felt like leaving my girlfriend over this other person. Now the natural answer to this would be to just "break up", but it's not so simple for me. Unfortunately she already initiated this herself due to her own problems with me not giving enough effort into the relationship and she came over to "break up" today. I felt a gut-wrenching stomach drop and felt so horrible. People say love doesn't always last forever, but I can't accept that fact that most relationships just come to an end naturally. Like how can you be so close to someone then act like they don't exist? My mentally ill mind doesn't do well with certain things and I tend to dwell on them to the point of feeling suicidal. So on to today, we ended up comforting each other actually. She found out I'm sort of non-binary and I felt a little more understood by her. Looking into her face I felt sick the entire time, which is why I tried so hard to resolve it and succeeded in prolonging our relationship, despite thinking of breaking up with her myself the day prior. Now she is literally texting me and just like before, it is hard for me to say I love you without it feeling forced, but when it comes to actually breaking up, in the moment I can't bring myself to do it. I worry that despite us having differences we share many similarities which I take for granted. And she's the only person in my life who has ever shown real interest for me. This other person does not give me much attention; maybe it's me not being outgoing enough with them; but I feel it's more likely they just don't like me.
All in all, I feel trapped. My partner gives me a sense of comfort when things go wrong, but otherwise I don't feel that "spark" in my relationship. I feel there is something wrong with me, as I feel an intense love and passion for her only when she threatens to leave.
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Ever since switching schools this year I've had a girlfriend I found initially online. She has been the person I mainly hangout with, since I haven't made any efforts to socialize until recently. Ever since our relationship started I feel she has been slightly manipulative, starting fights which feel unnecessary to me. It's not really that which is the main issue. Ever since I've met her I've felt like I've faked the relationship to an extent. We kissed on the first date and I was thinking in my head "why don't I feel anything?" Now the issue is it's hard to know whether this is her or my brain not functioning. Depression as well as derealization which I often experience can dull everything down to at best a numb feeling and at worst to an irritated, miserable feeling.
I've had a crush, despite having a girlfriend. Me and my girlfriend have many incompatibilities and I feel like this other girl would match my wavelength better. Now I worry that this attraction may fade, as sometimes I don't feel it strongly while other times I have felt like leaving my girlfriend over this other person. Now the natural answer to this would be to just "break up", but it's not so simple for me. Unfortunately she already initiated this herself due to her own problems with me not giving enough effort into the relationship and she came over to "break up" today. I felt a gut-wrenching stomach drop and felt so horrible. People say love doesn't always last forever, but I can't accept that fact that most relationships just come to an end naturally. Like how can you be so close to someone then act like they don't exist? My mentally ill mind doesn't do well with certain things and I tend to dwell on them to the point of feeling suicidal. So on to today, we ended up comforting each other actually. She found out I'm sort of non-binary and I felt a little more understood by her. Looking into her face I felt sick the entire time, which is why I tried so hard to resolve it and succeeded in prolonging our relationship, despite thinking of breaking up with her myself the day prior. Now she is literally texting me and just like before, it is hard for me to say I love you without it feeling forced, but when it comes to actually breaking up, in the moment I can't bring myself to do it. I worry that despite us having differences we share many similarities which I take for granted. And she's the only person in my life who has ever shown real interest for me. This other person does not give me much attention; maybe it's me not being outgoing enough with them; but I feel it's more likely they just don't like me.
All in all, I feel trapped. My partner gives me a sense of comfort when things go wrong, but otherwise I don't feel that "spark" in my relationship. I feel there is something wrong with me, as I feel an intense love and passion for her only when she threatens to leave.
2024.05.20 08:53 FromPainandSorrow 22m If you are suffering and looking for an answer, please read
First and foremost, I am not a doctor and what I say should not be taken as a cure. Get an echo, get the heart monitor for a week or two, and make sure you have been cleared of anything that is actually wrong with your heart.
I know what you are feeling right now. It's scary and I get it. You feel as though you may drop dead at any moment and it's frightening. If you are anything like me, then it won't happen. For 4 years I've had that fear every day of my life. "This is it, I can feel it", would be the sentence I would think to myself every day, but here I am.
Wanna know the secret that got me to experience these things less? Where now I feel these maybe 1 or two times a WEEK, sometimes never?
Remember that you are not suffering alone and all the people here know what you are feeling, if not worse. So please, get treatment, get your echo, get your heart monitor for a couple of weeks, start medication if needed. If you are like me and they found absolutely nothing wrong with your heart then realize that your brain is your enemy, not your heart.
Stop laying in bed in fear of what will happen to you. Get up and start small if you need to, but START. Only then will true progress begin. Start like I did. Take a walk around the block every day! Then, go on a small hike, then go on a tougher one, do some exercises at home or at the gym, go on a short jog, then go for longer. Throughout that entire time you are doing things, meditate. Tell yourself to keep going and push forward.
Many of you are around my age. Many of you found this subreddit in hopes to find answers, so let me be the one to tell you that this is it.
I hope you found what you were looking for.
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I know what you are feeling right now. It's scary and I get it. You feel as though you may drop dead at any moment and it's frightening. If you are anything like me, then it won't happen. For 4 years I've had that fear every day of my life. "This is it, I can feel it", would be the sentence I would think to myself every day, but here I am.
Wanna know the secret that got me to experience these things less? Where now I feel these maybe 1 or two times a WEEK, sometimes never?
- Exercise: if you are able, please do some exercises for at least 20-1 hour every day. You have no idea how well this worked for me. I used to be afraid of doing cardio because I thought I'd have a heart attack or drop dead from the irregularity of my heartbeat, but it helped so much.
- Meditate: it feels stupid and I hated it too, but when I really started to think of nothing, I felt as though all my problems were gone and it was just me. Take 20 minutes if you can spare them. Just close your eyes and listen to the world around you as if you exist outside of your body.
- Diet- a huge trigger for me was food. I like to eat fast and eat a lot. I found that greasy, spicy, and acidic foods made them appear faster and worse. I started to control my rate of eating and the types of foods I ate. Now they are less bothersome and can now eat most things without worrying about the PVCs
- Sleep- I used to be horrible at sleep management. Would sleep at 3 or 4 in the morning and wake up at around 12 pm. An unhealthy sleep schedule will... And I mean WILL make them worse. After a while of trial and error, I now go to sleep at around midnight and wake up at 6 or 7 naturally. You need to sleep as that's when your body repairs and heals. Take some melatonin, it did wonders for me.
- Stop thinking about dying - death is a natural thing that happens and catches a lot of people by surprise. Some less deserving than others, but you have to get this in your head. As long as you are not terminally I'll, have a REAL heart condition that has been diagnosed BY a doctor, or are doing things actively that you know will hinder your health, you will live a long life. This is probably the part that I had the hardest time accepting. Every day of my life I felt that it was my last. However, I knew I wasn't ready. I couldn't let myself get brought down by this. I cursed the universe for making go through this even though I know I didn't deserve this. I asked "why this! Why did it have to be the organ that I need the most!", but even so, I pushed through every day as to not let my younger brothers nor my parents see their own son in a casket.
Remember that you are not suffering alone and all the people here know what you are feeling, if not worse. So please, get treatment, get your echo, get your heart monitor for a couple of weeks, start medication if needed. If you are like me and they found absolutely nothing wrong with your heart then realize that your brain is your enemy, not your heart.
Stop laying in bed in fear of what will happen to you. Get up and start small if you need to, but START. Only then will true progress begin. Start like I did. Take a walk around the block every day! Then, go on a small hike, then go on a tougher one, do some exercises at home or at the gym, go on a short jog, then go for longer. Throughout that entire time you are doing things, meditate. Tell yourself to keep going and push forward.
Many of you are around my age. Many of you found this subreddit in hopes to find answers, so let me be the one to tell you that this is it.
I hope you found what you were looking for.