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So you know how on the video listing on a channel page you can choose to view videos from latest-oldest, most popular-least popular or oldest-newest? So the problem I'm having is that when I sort by most popular-least popular or by oldest-newest it only shows about 30 of the videos on the channel. The only way to see all of them is from newest-oldest. It didn't always used to be this way before because I've been able to see all the videos on a channel from most-least popular before, so idk if this is something that's been changed recently or if there's a way to change it back, or it's exclusive to certain channels, idk. I didn't know really how to word this in a way that I could Google it so I came here. Any help would be appreciated

TL;DR: What was your process for getting back into shape/reconditioning once you were recovered from your patch?
I had my second blood patch a month ago now and I feel that it’s safe for me to increase my time upright.
I’m spending spurts of ~2 hrs tops at my desk, eating meals at the table, showering, brushing my teeth standing up, doing small chores like dishes and small loads of laundry.
Besides the deconditioning and aching/pain in my postural muscles I don’t find myself having any concerning symptoms.
That being said, I’m a bit more fragile than some patients because I have hEDS and my first blood patch failed after 2.5 months. I was a bit careless the first time and likely went back to my active lifestyle too soon.
When I say “active lifestyle” I mean going to an EDS aware physical therapist who had me doing the lowest setting on recumbent bike for 5 minutes, some exercises with bands, and when I felt strong enough I tried to do the nautilus machines without any weight. The leak symptoms came back after I had been exercising for one month (gradually over a week’s time).
What I’m struggling with is making the right call for how hard to push myself. If I’m going to make the effort to exercise I want to get some physical benefit out of it that will aid me in my recovery.
This time around I’ve gone on 3 short walks (~5 minutes each) spread out over 2 days in between. I’ve noticed some shortness of breath, feeling like I can’t take a deep enough breath, and possibly some wheezing. (I’m going to my PCP ASAP about this).
My heart rate doesn’t really get that high (my average is 65 bpm and my highest I got was 88 bpm for 1 minute) and that makes me wonder if it’s even beneficial to bother because I’m not getting up to my peak heart rate.
Help?

Forgive me if this question should be asked elsewhere but I could really use some advice.
I’ve been a journalist full time at the same company in Huntsville, Alabama for the last 3 years. I started out at my university newspaper in 2013 before graduating and moving to New Orleans where I wasn’t able to book work consistently enough to truly say, “I’ve been a journalist for the past decade.” There was a 1-2 year period where I thought I didn’t have what it took.
My current situation has been very satisfying from the beginning. My boss owns a magazine and a business journal focused on Huntsville and the surrounding area. Most of the assignments have been limited in the amount of exposure you could ever expect as with most other community based journalism but Huntsville is also home to NASA and Redstone Arsenal. It requires more effort a long with putting yourself out there much more consistently, but any determined journalist can find stories locally that will generate readers far beyond the city and state lines.
In August of 2023, I had an instance where my luck and determination peaked at the same time when I was able to track down the son of a former Chinese immigrant turned Huntsville scientist, Dr. Ning Li. She wasn’t famous, not even among most Huntsville residents, but in the early 2000’s she had a run of published papers that made her extremely well known in the science community and even resulted in publications like Wired running multi page spreads about her work on anti gravity technology. I’m going to be REALLY short here but she seemingly disappeared after leaving UAH to start her own company for her research in 2002. Records show initial funding from DoD but the paper trail ends there and she never had a public appearance again.
Eventually this “disappearance” was noticed and some reporters were asking about her publicly at the time, but no sure fire answers ever came. This, along with some public rumors of her defecting back to China with US secrets, eventually resulted in a large community of people who were still asking for answers 20 years later in the form of YouTube videos (Barely Sociable had a big one with 2+ million views) or various science / conspiracy based websites. It only grew as more people started making claims that a lot of the UAP reports being publicized described technology that seemed to resemble her initial theory that gained promise.
I was able to track down her adult son’s phone number. After a series of phone calls over the next month, I gained his trust and was invited to his home where he was able to give me all of the answers except ones about the success of her research on her top secret work funded by the DoD. He didn’t know if she was ever proven right or wrong because she worked at the Arsenal every day until the day she was struck by a car driven by a student on UAH campus. She suffered a TBI that immediately rendered her as if she had late stage Alzheimer’s. Never spoke again and he cared for her around the clock until she died 6 years later.
He was unable to learn anything further about her work, but he gave me a lot of information that wasn’t known at the time and I was able to fully disprove any rumor of her turning traitor to the US for a return to China.
I published the story and it did really well in mid-late 2023 amongst the crowd who already knew of her obviously and the regular Huntsville readers of ours found her life story very interesting. It was immediately the most successful story of my career as other reporters were making stories about the fact that I was able to solve her mystery. It died down like I figured until 4-6 weeks ago.
The UAP disclosure hype has resulted in more people talking about her than ever before. I’m hearing my name and seeing my picture on videos with over 1 million views for the first time ever.
I was very happy but didn’t think it changed much for me because it’s not like it could grow more realistically. Until Joe fucking Rogan reads pretty much the whole story and talks about it for 5-10 minutes on the podcast with largest following in the world.
My excitement turned to disbelief that day and it’s still crazy to think about sometimes. I never realistically thought I would write something that would generate traffic numbers around 5-6 million readers on a single story. That number is over course of 8 months which is very far removed getting those same numbers in the span of a week but the increase in exposure has been noticeable in my inbox ever since the Rogan podcast.
Noticeable enough that it feels like I’m very possibly having a moment before it’s just a moment before THE moment if that makes sense.
I haven’t had any career advancing job offers but there’s been some who have reached out in support to suggest various story topics that run parallel to that story as follow up ideas. Maybe I’m overestimating here but I feel like if I capitalize on my recent success correctly, I could see my career advance a step farther than I thought was possible for the year of 2024 when it started.
But…. I’m not at all sure how of the specific road map that could achieve such a thing. Yeah, I proved I can put together a story that results in traffic from both readers and “cultural trendsetters” but only once.
If anyone has ever been in a similar position, I would love some advice on the best way to turn this exposure into interest from publishers 1 step up the totem pole from where I am now. That also applies to people who haven’t been in this position, the more feedback I can get, the more prepared I feel I can be.
Sorry this post has been so long, it’s just been heavy on my mind for the last 1-2 weeks and I needed to hear from people who are both A: familiar with the industry and B: Not my boss.

Hello everyone. 24, Male, 270lbs, 5'11", quit smoking like 2-3 months ago.
So I'll start from the beginning. On June 22nd 2023 I moved to USA from a country in Europe. Everything ok at first, no issues at all. Used to live with a couple of people and it was all good. On October 1st I moved to another state where i was alone.
It was around March when I started feeling dizzy, vision was "blurry" like my peripheral vision was somehow bothering me and I was tired. I've been to an Urgent Care where they took some blood samples and did an XRAY of my chest. I posted pics with them but they looked like they are okay (normal for a 270lbs man).
After, I went to a cardiologist that did an echocardiogram and an EKG. He said everything is fine and gave me some Meclizine 12.5mg for dizziness.
Went to get my eyes checked for my peripheral vision and they said it's also okay. When I try to read something I just lose my focus also.
A week went by and some friends from my country visited me. During their stay I felt nothing, it felt like I had zero issues. They left and time passed by. Last week, May 10th I got a bit sick, with a sore throat, I lost my voice for like a day or two, had a little bit of fever but felt better after.
The problem now is the following. My blood pressure (I've been monitoring it home) ranges from 120/70 to 150/90(for example when I take it the first time might be 150/90 but after 5 minutes it can be 140/80 for example). My throat goes sore like I'm hoarse before going to sleep and when I wake up, but during the day is ok. I have crazy shortness of breath now, my eyes are again bothering me like I feel that something it's not normal.
When I do some effort, even the slightly effort I just can't breathe. Yesterday I went up 10 stairs, down 10 stairs and lost my breath. Went back in the apartment so I can take my blood pressure out of curiosity when I couldn't breathe and it was 180/99/89. When I do workout in the gym, the first minute cuts my breath but then I am not tired at all, I am okay and I can breathe normally, it's only that I'm just yawning quite frequently. After the stairs incident yesterday, been to the gym, did my workout cardio, climbed 11 floors and 5 min after my workout I took my blood pressure and it was around 140/80 (forgot to save it). Also when I press with my finger in the middle of my sternum, kinda hurts a bit but it feels like it's the bone that hurts from the pressure.
I will post pics with the EKG, Echo, Carotid Duplex, Blood Samples, everything.
People told me it's literally from anxiety/stress since I am alone and so far away from family. What should I do? The shortness of breath that I have right now I can really feel it, and it's bothering me so much.
BTW, I want to mention that I have a cat and we live in the same room, but I don't think it's from the cat.
Thank you very much!
There are the pictures with everything.

Situation in short: Bought a brand new car from a big local dealer. We negotiated the price, they gave me an official proposal (I have a scan of it). We signed the documents where I missed that they increased the sale price by $3895. Found this out when I am back home. Next day I am back at the dealers. Financial guy looks into the documents and accepts the fact that they owe me the difference. He takes a pen and writes on my copy of the document "Will issue a check". I ask him to confirm this in the email. He replies by email and says "Cant guarantee the timing but a check with be sent out for 3750". Amount is different but ok. And after that I simply cannot get a hold of them. They do not reply to emails, do not call me back. I tried to talk to the manager but they simply refuse to connect me to him. Once I reached the financial guy on his cell and he told me to talk to accounting. Accounting knows nothing about the check. Email from the financial guy was sent on March 21 this year. I think two months is enough to process the check.
What is the best option for me? Small claims court, attorney?

The first ship that arrived was pretty matter of fact about its fate. The pilot introduced himself as Eric, said he was part of the first sublight resupply attempt in modern history, then gave me and the ground control team his bad news.
“So,” he said. “Without real time telemetry, we weren’t even sure which half of your orbit you’d be in. That’s half a solar system’s worth of wiggle room. Decelerating enough to survive contact with your low orbit would take me two weeks, which, you know, it looks like we don’t have. That means that in order to get the second ship in before you lose orbital control to the Kresh, I’m gonna have to make a sacrificial flyby. Ten to the negative four torr is good enough for a lot of things, but at point-seven c it’s gonna be like sandblasting a soup cracker. Good news is that all the expensive toys are in the next ship, so this really ain’t costing you more than a ship and a pilot.”
“You knew,” I said. If they put the expensive toys in the second ship, they knew that the first was likely a sacrifice. No one smart enough to handle orbital physics would miss that.
“I did,” he said. “But someone had to go first.”
That was, of course, a lie. No one had to go first. No else had had, at least. When our connection to the FTL network was lost, we’d understand as the end of our reinforcements. Doing resupplies via sublight was just too risky. It was a testament to Earth that it had accepted the risk and continued anyway.
“Is there anything we can do for you?” I asked. This man had come here to die for us. I wasn’t sure how much I could give, but what I had was his.
“I do have a few requests,” he said. “First up, I need as much high-orbital data as you got. The whole lot.”
I began directing tightbeam resources to him immediately. It was an easy resource to exchange - it wasn’t like there was anyone else out to talk to anymore. When we lost FTL, we found ourselves very, very alone.
“Second,” he said. “Right, I know I’m gonna sound like a princess right now, but I have been stuck in this stupid tin-can for almost two-years now, and I seriously overestimated how much I like synth music. If you have anything that’s analog - I don’t care what kind of string or drum or brass you play, but I’d kill to hear something without a beep in it.”
I jumped my own queue in the tightbeam, and added a short playlist that I ripped from the local web. Human Music, it was labeled. 3 Terabytes. I prayed there was something on it that he’d like.
“And third,” he said. “Third. The uh, next pilot is pretty mad at me. Turns out this will just be one of those things left unfinished. That’s all death really is, I guess - a lot of unfinished things. Let him know that he was right: He is a better pilot than me. But tell him that wouldn’t have made a difference here. Bad luck beats skill, and this luck was shit.”
I promised, and he went silent after that. We could see what data he was analyzing, and the short answer was all of it - everything from atmospheric density to troop positions and his own ship’s blueprints. He knew he had one shot at this, and that if the price wasn’t paid here, it would be paid by whoever came next.
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Ground control didn’t get a verbal warning that he’d entered atmosphere. Just a ping. A little here-I-am, whispered in the dark.
After that, we could keep track with visuals alone.
He hit the outskirts of the exoatmosphere in his first pass, burning bright enough to be seen with the naked eye. He caught the sparse particles like a kite, trying to shed enough speed to hit actual low orbit. Automatic telemetry updates gave us the grim news for the ship: Thermals were holding up decently, but the ablative was wearing out fast.
The entire descent brought us more than two hour’s reprieve. The Kresh hadn’t expected to see a resupply, but they knew what one meant: Get it now, get it fast, or deal with a stream of new troops. They could buy themselves ten days' time by shooting this one ship down now. That was an eternity during a siege.
The first loop lowered the speed by about a twentieth of light. The pilot responded by pulling the ship in tighter, burning trying to preserve more ablative plating by trading off with thermal. Seven fighters were close enough to fire off heat seekers. I don’t think the Kresh had ever anticipated shooting down a craft coming in that hot - the missile's decoy avoidance countermeasure actually made it steer around the thing, chasing down loose pieces of shrapnel. Cooled fragments, still hotter than an engine, should be at full blast. The simple mistakes bought it enough time to enter pre-orbit, and the fighters had to stop their pursuit. They weren’t willing to die to stop the ship.
Our man, on the other hand, was already committed to that course.
A third loop followed a fourth. Ablative coating went from 65% integrity, to 30%, to 5%. Telemetry scans were exceptionally detailed - the pilot was making the flyby count. The last message we got from him was simple:
Are you EMP shielded? he asked, not even bothering to encrypt the text stream. He didn’t have time to process more than that.
Yes, we replied. We knew what he was thinking, but it was still a shock to see it. The fusion torch flared hot, burning through the nozzle and feeding directly into the craft’s dueterium supply. The reaction went super critical, and the resulting neutron pulse set off everything in the ship with a z-count higher than iron. Three continuous seconds of EM interference screamed through the comms as the hulk burned through orbit.
The explosion itself wasn’t powerful enough to kill the Kresh ships still in high orbit, but it made enough broadband radiation to blind both sides LADAR. The man must have been a hell of a pilot - half the shrapnel went down and got burned up as it entered the standard atmosphere, traded as the cost of moving the other half past lagrange. Standard evasion would’ve made the pieces easy to dodge, but with LADAR down, all the Kresh could do was sit still and cower as the wrath of a dead man riddled them full of holes. Our best ace had managed to shoot down seven ships before this before getting shot down himself. The wreckage of the freighter took down six.
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The second ship came in stealth. One second, we were holding attrition in high orbit, the next, something the size of a small station came ripping through the atmosphere.
It did the same trick as the former - swapping between ablative and thermal loads, coming down at a speed that the Kresh fighters didn’t even try to match. Armies could be built in years, but skills like this took decades.
Telemetry connection was established almost as an afterthought. The way the ship casually ate through ablative armoring made my eyes water, but the pilot himself seemed pretty non-plussed.
“You’re down to fifteen percent coverage. You need-
What I need,” he said, “is to see the previous ship’s telemetry. If there’s one thing you can trust, it’s that this bird is going to come down gentle.”
He cut off my chance to reply by flicking the channel off. We watched, and we wrang our hands, but sure enough he came in six minutes later with 4% of the ablative left.
I met him on the landing pad. Under normal circumstances, we’d have needed twenty-four hours for the craft to cool enough to even approach, but we’d had cryo ready just in case. Three tankers of nitrogen, and the loading area, at least, was cool enough to touch. Safety would have to take a backseat to speed here - we needed the supplies fast.
But those both would take a backseat to a promised conversation with the second pilot. He was out of the craft as soon as the air was cool enough to avoid scalding his lungs, picking through the workers to try and find who had the telemetry data.
I found him first. The drive went into his hands, but I needed to keep my promise with Eric before letting go.
“You’re better than the first pilot,” I said, and I wasn’t lying. If the previous flier had been a saint, this one was a god. “But you wouldn’t have been able to manage the landing either. There just wasn’t time.”
“Let me see,” he said, tugging on the drive. “Just let me see. I have to know I couldn’t do it either. I have to know that someone had to die.”
I let go of the drive and he stalked back into his ship. I didn’t follow. I figured I’d pushed things far enough as it was.
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The second pilot left the ship six hours later. He looked bleary in a way that put me at ease. I’d been up the last six hours directing supplies from the ship. Everything from ground-to-orbit rails to AGI targeting systems was inside, and to say it was gamechanging would be an understatement. It was good work, but I was tired, and I didn’t want to have to pretend otherwise. Seeing the other man with bags under his eyes meant we could just be frank with each other.
“I couldn’t have managed it,” he said, half-ashamed, half-relieved.
“It just wasn’t possible,” I agreed.
We sat there a moment longer. I didn’t mind the break. This was time well spent.
“Did it hurt?” he asked finally.
“Ablative failed before heating,” I said, which was the technical way of saying no. “He overloaded the reactor before the ship actually broke up and did some kind of slingshot maneuver - hit the main body of the Kresh fleet with half a space station’s worth of shrapnel.”
“Good,” he said.
I knew the signs. The tremor in his cheek, the way his jaw clenched - it wasn’t professional, but I hugged him anyway. Let him have the dignity of choosing to weep instead of having it wrenched out of him.
It was a gift we’d all been given at some point in this war. At least now, there was the hope it could be over soon.

I'm a teen Trans boy, I've always felt different and ik it sounds fucked up but it isn't about me. My younger brother is strange asf, these days he's being such a creep and weirdo, he yells at me saying I'll never be a boy, he says things like that he want to see my puss1 and b00bs, he already tried to put his hand down my shorts to touch it, he says he's joking but I can't handle it, he says to me that if I say something against him he gonna tell my parents I'm trans and that my unique bff is from TCC(she isn't, she just feels a little attached but she isn't mentally ok and she can't help it, she is getting help), sometimes he motions with his hand over my shorts or pants movements (you know), today I was changing and he started looking through the window, I closed it and he came quickly to my door and opened it then I yelled to my dad he walked away, he already cut himself sometimes and I told him to get help, he didn't, and everytime I do it, he starts saying the same things I said back there, that he's going to tell my parents stuff. He always does that, he starts joking about me being trans and stuff. It's hurting me deeply but he's literally a kid (11 years old.) And if I tell someone he gonna tell all the stuff I said back there and I gonna be fucked too, I'm literally suffering those days, what the hell I do?

Hey! This post is mainly about roleplaying online, but there are things involving D&D too. I hope it is okay to make a post like this! If anyone wants to use this story for their video, feel free to.
Disclaimer: I talk about self worth a lot, and how I harmed myself mentaly by thinking how worthless I was. Also there is a subtle mention of my self harm past. Just in case someone has problems being confronted with this!
Disclaimer 2: There is a transphobic comment coming from a person, that I don't see as to bad, but some might see as worse than I do. Also there is transphobia towards genderfluid people, so look out for yourself.
Disclaimer 3: This person is NOT transphobic, but they were pretty uninformed and unsensitive. This doesn't make it better, but I clearly want to seperate transphobic statements from being actively hateful towards trans people.
So I was roleplaying ever since 2016, when I was 14 years old. A few years later, I met a guy, which I'll call Chris in the context of this post. Our first time meeting online was tied to some drama. For roleplaying, we made wikis for our characters, and often would use existing characters from games and medias as a design reference. When I used a reference, Chris was really pissed, because he announced that he would use this character a few dqys ago, and I was already writing a character with that as their reference. I knew he planned that, and didn't say anything, thinking it would be better to just speed it up. Dumb decision of me, rough start, but soon we'd get along. It was pretty fun, we were both sorta the memeish people, and he seemed to be a nice guy.
We soon became friends, after I went into an RP break. During that break I needed to sort things out, due to covid and my outing as a trans fem, and a difficult relationship with my parents. I had a bad case of... thoughts and it hurt my self awareness, and self view on my "worth in life", but once that was sorted out, I decided to play again, and went into a older Roleplay, hosted by Chris. There were still some leftovers of lacking self love, though it got eventualy better during roleplay. Soon I realized that Cris and I would argue often about the simplest things. I decided it was not a big deal, and we would get passed these issues, sometimes without resolving it, sometimes with me being able to lay my stubborness away, which I am not proud of. In the cases in which he started the fight, I sometimes felt gaslit into thinking that I was the problem. It hurt my vision of my own worth, and I started to skill evasion, to not talk about certain things, just not to get reminded of how "worthless" I am. Sometimes I told Chris about this issue, and he'd be empathetic, but calmly said I need to work on it. He had a lot of self love, it felt like he couldn't understand my issue, but I don't know anything specific, after all I can't look into someones head. I think he meant well, but it felt unsensitive, and unempathetic at the end.
The roleplay he hosted took place in a big world, with a really awesome lore, not only in terms of world building, but also in terms of characters and species. The big issue I had was, that Chris introduced enemies to me, that he planned to be introduced in the roleplay way later, while he planned more and more main enemies to exist. As far as I know, the first main enemy still is the main enemy, despite being introduced for almost 4 years now. And paired with his situational motivation to roleplay (which is completely fine generaly, but then we'd need a solution for the main enemies), and his and my tendencies to create character after character (I had 63 characters for that roleplay), we never got to progress, and instead thickened our own characters plots.
One situation was pretty odd. When coping with trans discrimination, I often write stories or characters, that faced these problems too. That way I often felt like I could make it out of my strange situations too. I made a character that I was really proud of, gave her a trans fem backstory, that was one of the better one's I have written at that time and made her a badass, etherial bookworm with magic powers. Chris said that her issues with her trans discriminatory parents would be unrealistic, due to the utopic monarchy they'd live in, and because his queen character could change trans peoples bodies if they'd like to, by using magic. It was honestly weird, because I didn't know if he was supportive there, or unsupportive in that moment, but I know that it made me sad, and I stopped making her trans identity imoortant to progress the plot between her and her parents. This was also a character he often talked down, and Chris often stated his dislike towards her. (That was not of transphobic background, he just didn't like her character and I guess her skill set)
I also made a character that could shift from male to female, and the other way around, based on the skills used. It also was a solution for me wanting to use two design references without having to chose one, and dable into non-binary umbrella story writing, and play a genderfluid person, because I never did that before. After researching on those gender identities, I was hyped to try it out. He also stated, that he thought her being female-only would be cooler. My mind told me, that we potentialy would have this conversation more often, so to not get annoyed by him later on, I changed that person into a cis-female, which I think was really sad.
We had a solidified group of 5ish players that often did stuff together on discord. Sometimes some other people would join our discord server and talk. Daily roleplay players were peaking at... idk 10-15 players probably. Chris, me, and Arin (a friend of us, not his real name) often would hangout in the discord, talk about the roleplay and some funny, silly stuff. Memes were made, we made fun of each others characters (consentualy) and talk about nerdy shit often. At one point, we'd make silly tier lists, which I sometimes took to serious, because most of them were just silly stuff and I got offended by those... which I am also not proud of and have apologized for.
The only exception in which things were rather weird, were the power scale tierlists. My characters usualy got ranked into the higher middle spots, but sometimes I felt like Chris would talk some of them down a little. Having some characters be weaker was sometjing I was always open too, sometimes I would make younger and unexperienced characters after all. Even if he didn't talk down on my characters (which is possible too, those tierlists were subjective after all) then he definitely did with others. Other players characters we wouldn't regularly play with, were seen as weaker, which I thought was weird. Knowing all of those characters was impossible, because there were 120ish at the time, but they were still ranked, and the tierlists were publicaly posted in the roleplay chat. Some people got offended by that, which I can understand.
There was some out of rp stuff too, that annoyed me about Chris. Often it was about being the #1 simp of media character X, Y, Z... you name them. It got pretty out of hand, but once I told him directly, that I think that this attitude was annoying, and that he can't look at other people and be like "Yeah, this person doesn't love my waifu as much as I do", and that it was a weird thing to rank ik the first olace, it got quiter in that region.
Sometimes we argued about music, and he tried to come off as more informed as me, a metal/death screamer, and djent guitarist, with music theory as a hobby. And I'm not trying to say he couldn't, but he said some very uninformed stuff, and tried to gatekeep... I guess the subject "Favorite music"? by saying stuff like "People who don't know their favorite songs lyrics obviously don't have that as their favorite". That statement is weird, because as a guitarist, in some songs I pay more attention to the guitars more, than the lyrics. Especially because I have ADHD and often get distracted when trying to listen to song lyrics. We both regularly listened to japanese music too, which we both can't speak nor understand. It'd bring me down into thinking, that I might not be a great musician, or that I was to radical when someone hurts my feelings, or simply says something weird and uninformed. But I showed this to other friends, and they said that I was not. Even Arin often would find the reason for the arguements rediculous, and 9/10 times it was coming from Chris.
Arin would soon start to feel like me and Chris fighting would be nothing unusual, and that was a reality check for me if I ever had one. At some point, I realized when I got into a different discord server, and was being more involved with my real life friends again, that something fell off in the friendship between me and Chris. But at that time, me, Arin and Chris prepared a pirate setting D&D campaigne, which I was extremely excited about. I used to play D&D when I was 15-16 years old, and remembered having fun, so getting back to it was a great thing for me. I made a female babarian, weilding a sword and a axe, with a high roll of 15 strength, and was really happy with her. Her backstory was sorta basic, but it was still tragic and it was good enough for me to enjoy. I roughly remember, it was about her losing her family, and her becoming a mercinary, that would be part of a two people pirate crew now, because she got payed to.
All of this was for nothing though. Me and Chris fought again. The fight was about a word, that I used in a romantic context, him not knowing the word, and after googling the definition, thinking it couldn't be used in that situation. Both of us would get stupidly mad. He said some really hurtful shit, saying that I would weigh my friendships now, and that my new friends would be more important to me now. Me, Chris and some other frienfs had a Gartic Phone session coming up, hosted by me, and we didn't talk before or after that, because I told him that I need distance to sort things out. But sorting things out would mean to finally distance myself from him this time, and thus I ended the friendship.
The D&D campagne dropped, I spent more time with my other friends, and... never got to play D&D ever since. (It's been 2 years now) The same campaigne was DMed by Arin later on, when his girlfriend took my place instead. I can understand Arins decision, and we are not in bad blood, he is still my friend. Yet it felt like a kick in the face, because all my friends would have a campaigne now, and I was left in the dark, noticing people get to play D&D left and right. And his girlfriend told me that she thought Chris was really exhausting to play with too. To be gair though, I never adressed this issue with Arin, because he is constantly DMing for 2 years now, in a group with Chris. I feel like telling him this would make things either worse, and it feels like I'd pushy.
What was worse though, I talked to Chris nearly every day, leaving me with a feeling that something really important was torn away, because I ended the friendship. It felt like I did something stupid again, and I felt worthless again, until I got told otherwise. I tried coming back to that specific roleplay multiple times again, and roleplay with a friend of me and Chris, even trying to be in contact with Chris again. He has definitely changed, but after a few weeks of contact, I decided we couldn't stay in contact, and slowly let the contact slip away from us, without starting any fight. Any attempt for roleplay is ruined for me now, but I think I'd give D&D another try.
I definitely did some stupid shit too, because I got really emotional. But after building a wall between me and Chris, I noticed that a lot of the crap in our friendship was not just coming from me. That I was allowed to love myself too, and that he gaslit me often. I'm not sure if I ever get back to pure roleplay, but after 2 years, I am willing to give D&D another chance, after feeling left out for such a long time now.

Going to attempt to condense a lot to avoid writing a novel about my entire life.
For a little bit of background - I'm (25M) an only child with severe depression and persistent (though improving) social anxiety. I went to a Catholic school until I was 9 and left due to reasons, then went to public school before dropping out because I had bad mental health stuff going on. I basically withdrew from the world, had no friends, spent my time playing games. Then I got my HSE diploma at 19, got my driver's license and a car, a job, then completed two years of community college with a degree in General Studies (COVID happened in my second semester and interfered with my already vague aim of "finding a major" and transferring elsewhere).
As of right now, I'm a "shift supervisor" (meme position but w/e) at a grocery store department. I despise the job, but I feel stuck there because I'm a creature of habit and I guess a glutton for punishment. I've made a handful of friends through the job, and we hang out from time to time at a local bar or have game nights. That said, I still spend most of my time alone - playing games, reading, going for walks, going to the gym. I've made a few attempts at dating but it's never gotten past a few dates, and has either ended horribly or just been boring. I've never been in a relationship.
In 2023, I had some minor medical issues that I guess my anxiety exacerbated into psychosomatic stuff that took a severe mental toll. This was followed by my mom having congestive heart failure and having to be taken to the hospital, which compounded the stress. Ever since, despite these issues being mostly resolved positively, I've become more numb and depressed than I've ever been.
To make a long story short, lately I've lost all hope. Nothing feels good anymore. None of the little mental health tricks do anything. I'm going nowhere. I'm stuck in this cycle of misery that never seems to end. I want to go back to school to escape my shit job but...I don't know what to do. I want to make more (and better) friends, and have relationships, but I just don't know what to do. My mom has RA which makes home life kind of rough to deal with a lot too. I never feel like I'm at ease.
I know this is a lot and kind of vague with what I want, but I feel like I need help untangling all of this and just...finding some way OUT. Dr. K's videos have proven somewhat useful in self-analysis, but I need more.

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My father has been supportive for a while but he's always had snide remarks to make that both anger and hurt me. Lately especially however he's been making comments implying I should detransition and that since my brain isn't fully developed I shouldn't be allowed to have hormone blockers or testosterone (which I can't access anyways due to my age and location). It's been pissing me off so much.
An example from today, I was sitting at the table with my family eating dinner and the topic of me getting a haircut came up. I have longer hair, slightly past my shoulders, and mentioned that I'm not sure if I want to cut it off since I like having long hair but I don't like how often it gets me misgendered. My father then said that "You should just grow out your hair wear dresses and go back to being a girl then." We don't have the best relationship anyways and he's been making a lot of comments and "jokes" against trans people lately so I ended up snapping at him and yelling and now he's obviously pissed at me. I'm not sure what to do to get him to stop since I've already tried talking to him about it.

EDIT: The topics I touch on in this post are relevant to many other top football leagues, but as this is the Prem sub I decided to stick to and only focus on Prem.
With City winning an unprecedented 4th title in a row, it seems now more than ever people are bringing up the alleged corruption, especially as it relates to the quality of the Premier League. While I can understand why people are upset at the 115 charges, to me it's a symptom of attacking the effect rather than the cause. Let's dial the clock back a bit here.
The traditional "big six" in the Prem (remember, used to be big 4 which is somewhat relevant here when examining how it became big 6) became such because of what most people would argue is essentially "well run business." The problem here is that even though the clubs are technically independent operations, they still have to play within a league system. They don't sell their own product, they sell competition, or more specifically, winning a competition, which requires other clubs. However, once these teams got themselves in a position to be perennial winners they (and their fans) were more than happy to shut the door behind them (remember, there have only been 7 premier league winners in 32 seasons, and only 24 english football champions EVER despite it being an open league). The so-called "well run business" essentially now (and arguably has always) boils down to using disparate wealth to strongarm your way into getting the best players and managers from any other "lower tier" club to maintain dominance.
Well, at a certain point, the smaller "fodder" clubs are going to realize that the gap has widened too far. It is nigh impossible in the year of our lord 2024 for a small club to ever even begin the process of getting to the same competitive level as a Liverpool, Manchester United, Arsenal, etc. So what's the next best thing? Well you know what they say: if you can't win, cheat! These clubs have realized they have two options: (1) Continue to remain a small-time club forever (barring any absolutely catastrophic financial meltdown of the biggest clubs), or (2) sell yourself to the highest bidder for massive cash injection, regardless of whether you break some rules (Man City) or not (Chelsea, Newcastle) in the process.
In short, the anti-competition rules of the Premier League have created this scenario, and it should have been caught way sooner. Like, decades sooner. Maybe it was, but the money talked too loud for anyone to listen.
All I know is, the fans of English football need to come together to voice a collective opinion in order to get this to change. There's such a crab-in-a-bucket mentality when it comes to issues in the Prem from FFP to VAR to everything else— when it happens to benefit your club it's crickets, but when it doesn't, then you're up in arms saying this isn't fair because your beloved Arsenal or Chelsea or Liverpool or whoever got the short end of the stick. We need to come together for a better league overall. For a league that will actually be healthy in the long term. If we don't, we'll just end up with 10 City titles in a row until the next sheik sportswashing project knocks them off.

Cross-posted from labrador …
We lost our beloved, sweet, goofy black lab in Nov. at the age of 14. We now have a 15 week old male black lab pup. We’ve had him for 7 weeks. He’s from champion hunting lines so he’s bred to be a hard-charging, high energy field lab. Which is what my husband wanted because he bird hunts. This pup is SO different and SO much more… intense… than our last one and I’m worried that maybe we have a problem on our hands.
My husband is retired and home all the time so the new pup (Amos) has a LOT of attention and interaction. We’ve worked on his training since the day we brought him home. Here are the “pros” so far: 1. No hint of separation anxiety 2. Fine in his crate from day one. Never cries or whines in there, slept thru the night from day one - even at 8 wks old. Never had an accident in the crate. 3. We use a playpen for him in our living room to keep him confined to one area so he can’t destroy everything or get into anything that might harm him. He entertains himself on his own in his pen with tons of toys. He doesn’t cry to be let out or have any issues with his playpen or the outside dog run that we sometimes confine him to for a few minutes in the yard so he can be outside without 100% direct supervision. 4. We work on his basic obedience training every day, throughout the day. He knows sit, down, stay, come, leave it, off, and how to shake. He also walks pretty well on a loose leash. (All of this goes out the window when he’s bombarded with distractions.) 5. He seems very bonded to both me and my husband and loves to lick us and get belly rubs. 6. He’s 98% housebroken. He’s never had a poop accident in the house and only occasionally has a pee accident now - maybe once every 7-14 days - and only if we miss the signals he has given us.
Now for the more concerning issues. 1. He bites. Hard. And he has literally laid open my husband’s hands multiple times. He was HORRIBLE with this the first few weeks (he came from a large litter) and we’ve worked hard on it. He’s much better with the frequency, but he’s still very mouthy and still gets sudden bouts of extreme snappiness regularly and we have to constantly correct him for it. Nothing we have tried has worked. We’ve tried probably 5 or 6 different procedures from different online trainers. Nothing seems to work with him. What is the most concerning to us is sometimes when he’s acting up and we’re trying to calm him down or get him back under control, he lunges and snaps at us and tries to bite, often delivering a hard bite. I keep reading this isn’t true “aggression” but it sure seems like it is, in the moment! 2. His chewing is insane. We can’t have him out in the house out of his playpen under direct supervision for more than 5 minutes (surrounded by toys and various chews) without him going from furniture to furniture and chewing on them. If we try to stop him and redirect him to a toy, he just spits it out and goes right back to the furniture. He will do this over and over until we simply have to put him back in the playpen. He does the same thing when he’s loose in our backyard. We’ve puppy proofed it the best we can but it’s still a large yard with flowers and bushes and rocks. He’ll go from one to the other, grabbing a rock in his mouth and running away, or breaking off huge branches off the bushes and just generally acts like a crazy dog. If we try to take things out of his mouth (always trading him first something else, he often gets snappy) 3. On walks, he barks and lunges toward people and other dogs. Not in aggression, but in excitement to get to them. We’re working on not letting him jump up on people, but he’s CRAZY when he meets new people or dogs and if we handle him to try to calm him down or keep him from jumping on someone, he often will whip around and snap at us. 4. He’s been prone to overstimulation from the first day we brought him home and the more wound up he gets, the more snappy he gets. But how do we socialize him without letting him get overstimulated? 5. He has times where he’s great on his leash and walks well and is fine. But other times, he grabs his leash and bites it, pulls on it, spins on it, and if you try to calm him down or make him stop, you guessed it - he snaps and tries to bite.
In short, he can be super sweet but he’s also EXTREMELY strong-willed and we’re just not sure if his behavior is “normal” for 15 weeks old and we just need to keep working through it or if we truly do have a problem on our hands and need to bring in a professional behaviorist. Can some of you please tell me what you think? Are we expecting too much of him at 15 weeks? And what were your labs like at 15-16 weeks old?
Thank you!

Looking for a short 2 night 3 day back country backpacking trip first week of June in or around Yosemite.
Have a permit for Glen Aulin but I suspect that’s probably still got a ton of snow cover 2 weeks from now but could be wrong
Is best bet a lower elevation loop like Hetch Hetchy this year given snow cover?
Welcome any and all perspectives. Thank you

I watched a video recording on YouTube apparently from August 1961, back when the park was called Rebel Railroad. There is an engine numbered 125 in the video. The video I’m talking about was uploaded by Jim Austin on YouTube, titled: The Rebel Railroad Aug 1961, has about 520 views and uploaded November 3 2022. There is video recordings of Klondike Katie be there in 1962. A more notable example is a video titled: 1962 - Rebel Railroad Train Ride - pre-“Dollywood”, uploaded by 19king14 Film2video Archiving, has about 6450 views, and uploaded September 2 2018. Sorry I really don’t know how to link videos in text post.

Heya folks! look who is back?! Its me, bob emerald, from Cooking the Chainsaw Man, and this is season two!
lets start with fhe first ep, shall we? We are going to talk about a new concept for a new devil!
Or...maybe it isnt a devil? No one knows who this entity is...
God appears only in the presence of a solitary dying humanoid devil or fiend (or a devil that treat humans like equals, like bucky or even power) that helped and loved humanity in any way. The dying indivual exhibits qualities and life history that have rendered the individual nondescript, anonymous, neglected, or otherwise unremarkable or insignificant by the standards of the human society. God will only appear if the devil is alone and conscious,
God always takes the appearance of a human wearing varius outfits from the XVIII century, but it's skin and appearance may vary depending on what the dying devil desires the most in a human. In other words, what he thinks a perfect human shoud look like. be it a rotting corpse, or a sensual and tall woman with long hair or simply... a pale human with no organs, mouth, eyes or ears.
God will always present it's self sitting in front of a piano, and will always play the same classical music (Debussy: clair de lune) from start to finish. The dying devil will always react positively to god, no matter the situation.
Once god finishes it's performance, it will approach the dying devil, and will take out a cigar from it's and offer it to the dying devil (if the devil is phisically capable of smoking). if the devil refuses, god will simply light the cigar and smoke it for himself. if the devil agrees, god will place it between their lips, remove one for itself, and light both,
after that, God will kneel or simply approach the dying devil and will whisper "I promise you, you are going to heaven" in whatever language the devil was raised to speak with. God wil thenl make physical contact with the devil, typically via holding their hand, placing its hand atop theirs, resting its hand on their shoulder, or even hugging and sometimes kissing their forehead or lips. The contact changes based on what form of affection the devil desired the most from a human.
then, god will then remain with the dying devil, silent and unmoving, until they have passed away. God will not engage in any other activity or behaviour, and will disappear shortly after the death of the devil.
Weeeeell, maybe this is really...god? we dont know, maybe he just wants to reward the devils that showed empathy for humans even if... the humans treated them like crap? who knows! this was my concept for god, thank you for reading, folks, see ya soon :3