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2023.06.07 21:08 penguin-throw-away What to say when you don't know how to say it?
So I told my T that I have just not been happy lately about a lot of things. I had wanted to talk about it last session, I even emailed her about it prior to the session. But when I got there I just avoided the subject.
I know it needs to be discussed, but I just don't know what to say about it. Some of it is related to specific issues that we've discussed before, and that I thought I'd moved past, so is there really a point to talk about it again? I know what is going to be said, I know what I should be doing to help myself. I just still feel like shit.
So what do you do when you know you need help with an issue, but just don't know how to talk about it, or what else can be said on the issue?
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I know it needs to be discussed, but I just don't know what to say about it. Some of it is related to specific issues that we've discussed before, and that I thought I'd moved past, so is there really a point to talk about it again? I know what is going to be said, I know what I should be doing to help myself. I just still feel like shit.
So what do you do when you know you need help with an issue, but just don't know how to talk about it, or what else can be said on the issue?
2023.06.07 21:07 tooweirdtopostonmain Something wrong with me? Unfit? Or just paranoid? Please help!
Hi, just want some opinions to see if I’m just being paranoid, or am I just unfit and in denial? Or is there actually something wrong? Maybe bad circulation or iron deficiency? Any help to understand myself is appreciated!
I don’t know how to describe it apart from I feel like I get sore / in pain easily. Some examples:
•If I itch my skin through my clothing I feel like I just got shot with a BB gun or something, it HURTS and the pain lingers for a few mins after I itch, feels like it’s bruised. Why does that happen?
•I get sore arms and hands so easily, like holding my phone or writing. I was just painting a door in my house just now (this is what prompted me to write the post) it took 5-10 mins minimal effort and my hand was so painful using the paintbrush I kept having to stop. Surely that’s not normal? It was sore feeling like it was going to cramp up. Not painful now I’ve stopped.
I also get cold hands all the time and feet, could this be poor circulation issues? My grandad and dad both have Raynauds and poor circulation so it does run in the family. Not sure if this is the same thing though.
Also not sure if it’s related but when I walk up the stairs I get a bit breathless and my chest/shoulders and arms feel a bit throbby for a minute til I rest.
I’m fine walking places and moving around generally. My partner keeps saying I just need to exercise more. I generally don’t exercise much but I walk places, walk the dog, do all the usual household activities fine.
I’m 26, female, 5ft 7 and 180lbs, have never smoked and don’t drink much (very rarely), not on medication except nexoplanon birth control and I take an antihistamine daily for allergies. Have experienced this for as long as I can remember but feel like it is getting worse.
Any ideas appreciated 🩷
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I don’t know how to describe it apart from I feel like I get sore / in pain easily. Some examples:
•If I itch my skin through my clothing I feel like I just got shot with a BB gun or something, it HURTS and the pain lingers for a few mins after I itch, feels like it’s bruised. Why does that happen?
•I get sore arms and hands so easily, like holding my phone or writing. I was just painting a door in my house just now (this is what prompted me to write the post) it took 5-10 mins minimal effort and my hand was so painful using the paintbrush I kept having to stop. Surely that’s not normal? It was sore feeling like it was going to cramp up. Not painful now I’ve stopped.
I also get cold hands all the time and feet, could this be poor circulation issues? My grandad and dad both have Raynauds and poor circulation so it does run in the family. Not sure if this is the same thing though.
Also not sure if it’s related but when I walk up the stairs I get a bit breathless and my chest/shoulders and arms feel a bit throbby for a minute til I rest.
I’m fine walking places and moving around generally. My partner keeps saying I just need to exercise more. I generally don’t exercise much but I walk places, walk the dog, do all the usual household activities fine.
I’m 26, female, 5ft 7 and 180lbs, have never smoked and don’t drink much (very rarely), not on medication except nexoplanon birth control and I take an antihistamine daily for allergies. Have experienced this for as long as I can remember but feel like it is getting worse.
Any ideas appreciated 🩷
2023.06.07 21:07 endersgame69 Kayobi's Days Off C20
I have to admit, the structure of human societies still confused me. I learned from one of their books ‘Utopia’ that humans had long considered various ways in which their society could be made better, without suffering or poverty, starvation or disease, without want or people lording cruelly over others. Of course the word Utopia means ‘Nowhere’ so whether or not the author believed his vision was impossible, or whether he just meant his story was fictional, I couldn’t say.
Part of why this confused me is because most of the Universe was pretty quiet. There was no interstellar warfare at least. And because there was no need for ships of war, some civilizations expanded peacefully beyond their own worlds, colonizing moons, planets, even large asteroids. They even colonized space itself with roving fleets that grew over time, but which were completely unarmed save for sufficient protection against random stellar debris.
Thus more peaceful societies could create these more ‘utopian’ visions of existence with no need for a military force beyond keeping order at home.
This didn’t mean they were all ideal, some planets became dictatorial and oppressive nightmares, I’d visited a number of those, scouting before taking out a target.
Those societies all had one thing in common, bloated military budgets, they enriched the soldiers and despised the rest, and that was that.
I took pleasure in my work, removing those from life who decided one world was not enough, and more than once I wished we could target those who didn’t have galactic war ambitions. But that was against the rules, as long as it stayed to their own world, we would not interfere. They could trade, they could bargain, but if a blaster left their planet, their leadership would die. Thus most dictatorships secured themselves by limiting their ambitions.
What made human want distinct is their general disunity as a species, and the tendency toward a more stratified society. So the idea that a ‘few’ members of the community could be left starving while everybody else ate, was strange to me. So strange that it didn’t occur to me that the one doing my laundry right about now, might be left without enough to eat.
I still hadn’t forgiven him for what he did to Jin. But as I sat and watched the credits roll, I couldn’t help but think, ‘He’s making more sense, now.’
Asahi returned right around when I expected, though he was still wiping away a bloody nose, so I looked at him with a smirk and said simply, “Hentai.”
Asahi’s face turned red again but all he said was, “Uh, the laundry is done.”
“Good, just toss the bag in there and then…” I looked over the end of the couch at the clutter on the table in the kitchen, “Yeah, you’ll need to clear that off and then take out the trash.” I said, and then checked my phone.
“Right…” He mumbled, I could see he wasn’t happy about this, the way he hung his head, but he sullenly did as I said. Which was good, because not two minutes after he was returning from disposing of my trash, the pizzas arrived.
He stared dumb and wide eyed at the four square boxes and the three long boxes on top of that which held the side items I wanted. The two delivery boys gave polite little half bows as I accepted the stack and carried them to the table.
“Right, so, Asahi, you hungry or what?” I asked, and his stomach growled again.
“Wait, you’re… I can’t pay for this…” He looked with eyes like dinner plates at the feast, and he deeply inhaled to catch the scent of it all.
I shrugged. “You’re here, I have food. I may be what you call ‘gaijin’ but that doesn’t mean I’ve got no manners. You did what you needed to do and now it’s time to eat. I’m not going to shove pizza in your face hole,” I said and tapped the top box several times with the palm of my hand to beckon him over while putting my other hand on my hip, “but if you want to eat, get a paper plate, sit down, and eat.”
I opened the side dishes, mostly wings, bread sticks, cheesy things… then opened the pizza boxes.
Since I’d ordered from two places I had quite a variety, and far more than I needed. I said I felt guilty about maybe being hard on a hungry kid, even if I still think he sort of deserved it. But even so, kicking people while they’re down just isn’t my style.
I wouldn’t apologize, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to make it up to him, at least a little.
Asahi moved faster than I thought once his decision was made and he’d given in to his hunger, “As much as I want? Or…?” I nodded.
“I guess my eyes were bigger than my stomach on this one.” I smiled a little, “I ordered way too much. What we don’t finish, why don’t you take home?”
“Waght… far youf ferious?” He had a slize of pizza halfway into his face hole when he said that, so it came out very muffled and he tore a piece free, chewed, swallowed, and repeated himself.
“Are you serious?” He asked, his eyes had gone almost wild, like a hungry dog. “Like… you’re not making fun of me? You’re not going to like, make me beg or anything?”
I chewed my cheesy stick that I’d coated in marinara sauce and glowered over top of it at him until I could finish chewing and swallowing as well, then answered him. “What do I look like, a devil?”
“No… no I guess not but…” Asahi, “I just… you said you knew what I did to Jin, so I figured you’d want to get even.”
“I already did.” I answered. Of course I meant giving him a sound thrashing. But he probably thought I meant having him clean up my place and do my laundry.
But that was just a bonus on account of I hate chores.
“So, why’d you do it, anyway?” I asked. I had no hesitation about ‘painting’, but I won’t pretend I was never curious about people who did or wanted to do terrible things to guiltless people.
He tapped his hand on the pizza box. “Money for food. For laundry. For the public baths, for me, my cousins, and my parents, of course. A few punches and we’re covered for a few days.”
“Why not get a job?” I asked.
Asahi looked down at the plate. “I can’t.”
“What do you mean, you can’t?” I asked.
“What I said.” His hands were on the table and formed into angry fists, he glared down at the half eaten slice of pizza like it had insulted his mother.
“Your legs work. We know your hands work. Your brain works. So, what’s the problem?” I demanded, “Why’d you go and try to steal, or smack around a nice kid like Jin, or anyone else to get money, instead of getting real work?”
Maybe it was because he felt some actual guilt over the stuff he did, maybe it was because I implied he was even worse than he was, maybe he was just angry.
But whatever the reason, he snapped.
“We’re not allowed to have after school jobs unless it’s a family business! My dad’s got no business, my mom is sick all the time, and my cousins are… are different. They live with us because their parents are dead…accident… now they’re…simple. I have to mind them or they’ll get in trouble…there’s not enough to go around…” He glared at me, “Do you think I like that?! Alright, sure, it feels good to have some power and feel stronger than everybody else! But damnit who can feel proud of having nothing but problems?! I can’t get a job or I get expelled! Dad spends his time…away, and mom barely gets out of bed! I hate my life! I hate it! I hate it! I hate it! What else is there for me to do?! Beg?! Isn’t it better to be a wolf than a leech?! At least I can have some pride in being kind of strong…now I’ve got nothing! I hate it all!” He screamed and smashed his fists on my table again and again and again.
“At least Jin gets to eat! He’s not going to starve because he actually has a store! He’s got a business! His mom is…”
“Dying.” I said, cutting him off.
He shut up.
I doubted he’d let any of that loose on purpose and I very much doubt he’d ever intended to. I’d normally credit my natural swapper charisma for that, but really I think it’s more that he just never got privacy to let any of it out and once he started? Well he’s a kid still, he didn’t know how to hold it back.
But hearing that his target’s mother was sick seemed to have brought him up short.
“She’s… really? You’re not kidding?” He asked, and I shook my head. “So… I smacked around a kid with one dead parent and one dying one…?” His lower lip began to quiver.
“Why am I such shit?!” He began to blubber at the table as the enormity of what he’d done began to settle in over him, “Why? I didn’t know… I didn’t mean to…I’m sorry. I’m sorry, OK?”
I got the distinct feeling he was underselling his own mother’s condition and probably what his own father was doing for ‘work’.
“I’m not the one you did anything to.” I pointed out. “Listen, maybe she won’t die, things can turn around in an instant, you know? And alright, so…” I picked up another slice and began to devour the rich, greasy deliciousness, I especially loved the little spicy red flakes. They added a stellar kick to the food, and when I’d finished the slice down to the curved crust I leveled the bread at him while I said…
“Listen, tell you what, you layoff picking on anyone or stealing, and do some stuff for me. It won’t technically be a job. You just ‘happen’ to do my laundry when you’re doing yours. You just ‘happen’ to take away my leftovers after clearing out my kitchen. And of course when you’re cleaning up, if you ‘happen’ to just find money in the couch cushions, finders keepers. Sound fair?”
“You’d… do that?” Asahi asked, sniffling a little as he little by little gained some control over himself again.
“Yeah,” I gave a flippant wave, “why not. I hate chores. With the burning fire of a thousand suns do I hate them. Plus I always end up ordering more food than I mean to, it’d be a shame to let it go to waste.”
“I… yeah, yeah I’ll do it. I’ll come by every day, I swear!” Asahi said with a rapidfire nod of his head.
“Good, so… go ahead and eat whatever else you want, then take the rest with you. Except for my chicken wings, I will murder you if you try to take my chicken wings.” I said and brought that one box close to my chest as if I were protecting a baby.
I cracked a smile, just a little, and he managed to let out a feeble laugh. “Use the bathroom to wash your face before you go. And I’ll see you tomorrow.”
After he was gone I made a mental note to take money out of the ATM in the store. I'd need to start making a habit of ‘losing’ money in the couch after all.
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Part of why this confused me is because most of the Universe was pretty quiet. There was no interstellar warfare at least. And because there was no need for ships of war, some civilizations expanded peacefully beyond their own worlds, colonizing moons, planets, even large asteroids. They even colonized space itself with roving fleets that grew over time, but which were completely unarmed save for sufficient protection against random stellar debris.
Thus more peaceful societies could create these more ‘utopian’ visions of existence with no need for a military force beyond keeping order at home.
This didn’t mean they were all ideal, some planets became dictatorial and oppressive nightmares, I’d visited a number of those, scouting before taking out a target.
Those societies all had one thing in common, bloated military budgets, they enriched the soldiers and despised the rest, and that was that.
I took pleasure in my work, removing those from life who decided one world was not enough, and more than once I wished we could target those who didn’t have galactic war ambitions. But that was against the rules, as long as it stayed to their own world, we would not interfere. They could trade, they could bargain, but if a blaster left their planet, their leadership would die. Thus most dictatorships secured themselves by limiting their ambitions.
What made human want distinct is their general disunity as a species, and the tendency toward a more stratified society. So the idea that a ‘few’ members of the community could be left starving while everybody else ate, was strange to me. So strange that it didn’t occur to me that the one doing my laundry right about now, might be left without enough to eat.
I still hadn’t forgiven him for what he did to Jin. But as I sat and watched the credits roll, I couldn’t help but think, ‘He’s making more sense, now.’
Asahi returned right around when I expected, though he was still wiping away a bloody nose, so I looked at him with a smirk and said simply, “Hentai.”
Asahi’s face turned red again but all he said was, “Uh, the laundry is done.”
“Good, just toss the bag in there and then…” I looked over the end of the couch at the clutter on the table in the kitchen, “Yeah, you’ll need to clear that off and then take out the trash.” I said, and then checked my phone.
“Right…” He mumbled, I could see he wasn’t happy about this, the way he hung his head, but he sullenly did as I said. Which was good, because not two minutes after he was returning from disposing of my trash, the pizzas arrived.
He stared dumb and wide eyed at the four square boxes and the three long boxes on top of that which held the side items I wanted. The two delivery boys gave polite little half bows as I accepted the stack and carried them to the table.
“Right, so, Asahi, you hungry or what?” I asked, and his stomach growled again.
“Wait, you’re… I can’t pay for this…” He looked with eyes like dinner plates at the feast, and he deeply inhaled to catch the scent of it all.
I shrugged. “You’re here, I have food. I may be what you call ‘gaijin’ but that doesn’t mean I’ve got no manners. You did what you needed to do and now it’s time to eat. I’m not going to shove pizza in your face hole,” I said and tapped the top box several times with the palm of my hand to beckon him over while putting my other hand on my hip, “but if you want to eat, get a paper plate, sit down, and eat.”
I opened the side dishes, mostly wings, bread sticks, cheesy things… then opened the pizza boxes.
Since I’d ordered from two places I had quite a variety, and far more than I needed. I said I felt guilty about maybe being hard on a hungry kid, even if I still think he sort of deserved it. But even so, kicking people while they’re down just isn’t my style.
I wouldn’t apologize, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to make it up to him, at least a little.
Asahi moved faster than I thought once his decision was made and he’d given in to his hunger, “As much as I want? Or…?” I nodded.
“I guess my eyes were bigger than my stomach on this one.” I smiled a little, “I ordered way too much. What we don’t finish, why don’t you take home?”
“Waght… far youf ferious?” He had a slize of pizza halfway into his face hole when he said that, so it came out very muffled and he tore a piece free, chewed, swallowed, and repeated himself.
“Are you serious?” He asked, his eyes had gone almost wild, like a hungry dog. “Like… you’re not making fun of me? You’re not going to like, make me beg or anything?”
I chewed my cheesy stick that I’d coated in marinara sauce and glowered over top of it at him until I could finish chewing and swallowing as well, then answered him. “What do I look like, a devil?”
“No… no I guess not but…” Asahi, “I just… you said you knew what I did to Jin, so I figured you’d want to get even.”
“I already did.” I answered. Of course I meant giving him a sound thrashing. But he probably thought I meant having him clean up my place and do my laundry.
But that was just a bonus on account of I hate chores.
“So, why’d you do it, anyway?” I asked. I had no hesitation about ‘painting’, but I won’t pretend I was never curious about people who did or wanted to do terrible things to guiltless people.
He tapped his hand on the pizza box. “Money for food. For laundry. For the public baths, for me, my cousins, and my parents, of course. A few punches and we’re covered for a few days.”
“Why not get a job?” I asked.
Asahi looked down at the plate. “I can’t.”
“What do you mean, you can’t?” I asked.
“What I said.” His hands were on the table and formed into angry fists, he glared down at the half eaten slice of pizza like it had insulted his mother.
“Your legs work. We know your hands work. Your brain works. So, what’s the problem?” I demanded, “Why’d you go and try to steal, or smack around a nice kid like Jin, or anyone else to get money, instead of getting real work?”
Maybe it was because he felt some actual guilt over the stuff he did, maybe it was because I implied he was even worse than he was, maybe he was just angry.
But whatever the reason, he snapped.
“We’re not allowed to have after school jobs unless it’s a family business! My dad’s got no business, my mom is sick all the time, and my cousins are… are different. They live with us because their parents are dead…accident… now they’re…simple. I have to mind them or they’ll get in trouble…there’s not enough to go around…” He glared at me, “Do you think I like that?! Alright, sure, it feels good to have some power and feel stronger than everybody else! But damnit who can feel proud of having nothing but problems?! I can’t get a job or I get expelled! Dad spends his time…away, and mom barely gets out of bed! I hate my life! I hate it! I hate it! I hate it! What else is there for me to do?! Beg?! Isn’t it better to be a wolf than a leech?! At least I can have some pride in being kind of strong…now I’ve got nothing! I hate it all!” He screamed and smashed his fists on my table again and again and again.
“At least Jin gets to eat! He’s not going to starve because he actually has a store! He’s got a business! His mom is…”
“Dying.” I said, cutting him off.
He shut up.
I doubted he’d let any of that loose on purpose and I very much doubt he’d ever intended to. I’d normally credit my natural swapper charisma for that, but really I think it’s more that he just never got privacy to let any of it out and once he started? Well he’s a kid still, he didn’t know how to hold it back.
But hearing that his target’s mother was sick seemed to have brought him up short.
“She’s… really? You’re not kidding?” He asked, and I shook my head. “So… I smacked around a kid with one dead parent and one dying one…?” His lower lip began to quiver.
“Why am I such shit?!” He began to blubber at the table as the enormity of what he’d done began to settle in over him, “Why? I didn’t know… I didn’t mean to…I’m sorry. I’m sorry, OK?”
I got the distinct feeling he was underselling his own mother’s condition and probably what his own father was doing for ‘work’.
“I’m not the one you did anything to.” I pointed out. “Listen, maybe she won’t die, things can turn around in an instant, you know? And alright, so…” I picked up another slice and began to devour the rich, greasy deliciousness, I especially loved the little spicy red flakes. They added a stellar kick to the food, and when I’d finished the slice down to the curved crust I leveled the bread at him while I said…
“Listen, tell you what, you layoff picking on anyone or stealing, and do some stuff for me. It won’t technically be a job. You just ‘happen’ to do my laundry when you’re doing yours. You just ‘happen’ to take away my leftovers after clearing out my kitchen. And of course when you’re cleaning up, if you ‘happen’ to just find money in the couch cushions, finders keepers. Sound fair?”
“You’d… do that?” Asahi asked, sniffling a little as he little by little gained some control over himself again.
“Yeah,” I gave a flippant wave, “why not. I hate chores. With the burning fire of a thousand suns do I hate them. Plus I always end up ordering more food than I mean to, it’d be a shame to let it go to waste.”
“I… yeah, yeah I’ll do it. I’ll come by every day, I swear!” Asahi said with a rapidfire nod of his head.
“Good, so… go ahead and eat whatever else you want, then take the rest with you. Except for my chicken wings, I will murder you if you try to take my chicken wings.” I said and brought that one box close to my chest as if I were protecting a baby.
I cracked a smile, just a little, and he managed to let out a feeble laugh. “Use the bathroom to wash your face before you go. And I’ll see you tomorrow.”
After he was gone I made a mental note to take money out of the ATM in the store. I'd need to start making a habit of ‘losing’ money in the couch after all.
2023.06.07 21:07 CowKey4495 I feel like I’m losing my family and network of friends because “I moved on too fast” is this a woman thing?
I want to share my story in the hope that I can find solace in internet strangers since the people in my surrounding are pulling away like I’m the plague. Maybe some of you have gone or are going through something similar and we can help each other cope and pull through this difficult time that we didn’t ask for.
I’m 35 and my soon to be ex is 36. We work at the same company since I found him a position during the pandemic(One of my biggest regrets). About 8 months ago a woman started working with us, 29-30ish? And not even a month later, one of my closest work colleagues warned me about the “closeness” between my husband and this new woman. I don’t work on the same floor so I had no idea, but after the heads up many things were making sense to me like my husband being too secretive and private with his phones, being a bit distracted and he stopped initiating intimacy. I admit that after our son who is almost 2 now (21mo) was born, our sexlife wasn’t as steamy because we were basically exhausted but we were on the way up again (until his sudden change).
I lived almost a month of anxiety and depression not sure if I wanted to know. If I was ready to know, and if I had the right to snoop and spy on him so one day when we were eating dinner and he was looking at me in a way, like he was contemplating something, I just asked him if he still loved me. He was surprised and asked what? So I asked him if he was having an affair with that woman. He looked at me for a good minute before he burst into tears and started apologizing. -Do you love me? -Yes! -Do you love her? -I don’t know.
I don’t know why but I just started laughing, it was inappropriate and silly I know but that was what I did. Later he told me that he had been feeling neglected yada yada yada, I have seen this happening too many time and excuses are just excuses and it always, always boils down to the simple matter of him at best not being attracted to and at worst not in love with me anymore. I realized that none of the options was good enough for me to stay in a marriage like this so I told him that we were over. He moved in with his family temporarily until we divided our assets. This is still ongoing.
I avoided him at work and after we disclosed that we were separating with HR I heard that he and his gf also disclosed their relationship since they worked on the same floor. That was how I found out they were officially dating.
One of my favorite coworkers (m40) who had started his own consulting business and therefore quit his job at our company a couple of years ago contacted me to offer me a job with him. He was brilliant at what he did and I was honestly very happy for this chance to change scenery and start afresh away from gossip and pity so I accepted to meet for dinner. We caught up and I was surprised that he knew about my marital status, he was in the middle of a divorce too so it was so nice to finally talk to someone who was in the middle of something similar. We ended up talking all night and continued on texting and calling each other until we ended up sleeping together. We have been together since and I can’t describe the euphoric feeling of liking someone so easily. We decided that since we were trying this now, that I couldn’t take his offer because I didn’t ever want to be in the position of working with my partner after the hurt and humiliation I endured. We also decided to keep our relationship a secret since it’s still too early and in case it didn’t work out, no harm done. We have been together for 5 months and getting more serious each day. Sometimes we even dare to dream about a near future where “us” is a reality.
My soon to be ex started changing 2 months ago. I noticed him trying to seek contact with me, lingering for a bit longer around the elevators to “chat”. I explicitly asked him when we first separated that our contact should be minimized to our child and the divorce and he was more than fine with that in the beginning. Now he was (flirting?) all of a sudden. Starting with small compliments about how beautiful I was this morning and how I have lost weight (I did lose 30lbs) then it turned into full blown I love you and I miss you speeches. I felt that since he was so honest with me when I confronted him about the affair I owed him the same courtesy and I admitted to him that I was seeing someone new, so that he didn’t delude himself into believing that he loved me or that we still had a chance. We were on our way out of work. He didn’t take this well and he started yelling at me at the reception and all the way to my car. I didn’t know what to do so I just started crying and drove away.
He has now told everyone that I left him. That he never meant anything to me and that I so easily would replace him when he made his life’s biggest mistake because he was stupid and the worst part is that he is getting the sympathy of everyone. Even my father and mother who are classy people and who have been wonderfully supportive of me and my other siblings throughout our lives are on his side even though they say that the only thing that matters to them is my child’s stability and happiness. They think that I moved on too fast, like I never loved my soon to be ex enough to mourn the end of our marriage. I have lost friends and family members because of this way of thinking. My brother is reluctant to have any contact with me and everyone think that I’m insincere and cold in my feelings.
What do they know about sincerity and suffering? Just because he is going all over the place lamenting his loss, pitying his situation that it mean that he is genuine? Or because I swallowed my hurt and suffered in silence seeing the man who broke my heart and brought me so much pain flaunting his new love around the office not caring how humiliating it must’ve been for me while his words about how I’ve let myself go and therefore he wasn’t attracted to me anymore was playing in my head night and day. How he told me that she was different and exciting and fun-loving. But now that he realized that there were only this many ways you can get a BJ and none of them is different or exciting enough to lose his family over that he was playing the remorseful and loving husband and father who wanted his family back if not for his callous wife who took all the shit in silence but happened to find love if yet “too fast”. How can anyone think that I’m in the wrong here? And how is this fair.
I never asked for any of this. If it was up to me, I would still be married and happy. I didn’t ask for my heart to be broken and I sure didn’t want or expect to find love so fast but I did and it feels right. Maybe my judgment is clouded now because of this new love taking over me but I can’t think of any scenario where I would have forgiven my soon to be ex with a new love in my life or even if I was still alone mourning the end of my marriage. I just cant
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I’m 35 and my soon to be ex is 36. We work at the same company since I found him a position during the pandemic(One of my biggest regrets). About 8 months ago a woman started working with us, 29-30ish? And not even a month later, one of my closest work colleagues warned me about the “closeness” between my husband and this new woman. I don’t work on the same floor so I had no idea, but after the heads up many things were making sense to me like my husband being too secretive and private with his phones, being a bit distracted and he stopped initiating intimacy. I admit that after our son who is almost 2 now (21mo) was born, our sexlife wasn’t as steamy because we were basically exhausted but we were on the way up again (until his sudden change).
I lived almost a month of anxiety and depression not sure if I wanted to know. If I was ready to know, and if I had the right to snoop and spy on him so one day when we were eating dinner and he was looking at me in a way, like he was contemplating something, I just asked him if he still loved me. He was surprised and asked what? So I asked him if he was having an affair with that woman. He looked at me for a good minute before he burst into tears and started apologizing. -Do you love me? -Yes! -Do you love her? -I don’t know.
I don’t know why but I just started laughing, it was inappropriate and silly I know but that was what I did. Later he told me that he had been feeling neglected yada yada yada, I have seen this happening too many time and excuses are just excuses and it always, always boils down to the simple matter of him at best not being attracted to and at worst not in love with me anymore. I realized that none of the options was good enough for me to stay in a marriage like this so I told him that we were over. He moved in with his family temporarily until we divided our assets. This is still ongoing.
I avoided him at work and after we disclosed that we were separating with HR I heard that he and his gf also disclosed their relationship since they worked on the same floor. That was how I found out they were officially dating.
One of my favorite coworkers (m40) who had started his own consulting business and therefore quit his job at our company a couple of years ago contacted me to offer me a job with him. He was brilliant at what he did and I was honestly very happy for this chance to change scenery and start afresh away from gossip and pity so I accepted to meet for dinner. We caught up and I was surprised that he knew about my marital status, he was in the middle of a divorce too so it was so nice to finally talk to someone who was in the middle of something similar. We ended up talking all night and continued on texting and calling each other until we ended up sleeping together. We have been together since and I can’t describe the euphoric feeling of liking someone so easily. We decided that since we were trying this now, that I couldn’t take his offer because I didn’t ever want to be in the position of working with my partner after the hurt and humiliation I endured. We also decided to keep our relationship a secret since it’s still too early and in case it didn’t work out, no harm done. We have been together for 5 months and getting more serious each day. Sometimes we even dare to dream about a near future where “us” is a reality.
My soon to be ex started changing 2 months ago. I noticed him trying to seek contact with me, lingering for a bit longer around the elevators to “chat”. I explicitly asked him when we first separated that our contact should be minimized to our child and the divorce and he was more than fine with that in the beginning. Now he was (flirting?) all of a sudden. Starting with small compliments about how beautiful I was this morning and how I have lost weight (I did lose 30lbs) then it turned into full blown I love you and I miss you speeches. I felt that since he was so honest with me when I confronted him about the affair I owed him the same courtesy and I admitted to him that I was seeing someone new, so that he didn’t delude himself into believing that he loved me or that we still had a chance. We were on our way out of work. He didn’t take this well and he started yelling at me at the reception and all the way to my car. I didn’t know what to do so I just started crying and drove away.
He has now told everyone that I left him. That he never meant anything to me and that I so easily would replace him when he made his life’s biggest mistake because he was stupid and the worst part is that he is getting the sympathy of everyone. Even my father and mother who are classy people and who have been wonderfully supportive of me and my other siblings throughout our lives are on his side even though they say that the only thing that matters to them is my child’s stability and happiness. They think that I moved on too fast, like I never loved my soon to be ex enough to mourn the end of our marriage. I have lost friends and family members because of this way of thinking. My brother is reluctant to have any contact with me and everyone think that I’m insincere and cold in my feelings.
What do they know about sincerity and suffering? Just because he is going all over the place lamenting his loss, pitying his situation that it mean that he is genuine? Or because I swallowed my hurt and suffered in silence seeing the man who broke my heart and brought me so much pain flaunting his new love around the office not caring how humiliating it must’ve been for me while his words about how I’ve let myself go and therefore he wasn’t attracted to me anymore was playing in my head night and day. How he told me that she was different and exciting and fun-loving. But now that he realized that there were only this many ways you can get a BJ and none of them is different or exciting enough to lose his family over that he was playing the remorseful and loving husband and father who wanted his family back if not for his callous wife who took all the shit in silence but happened to find love if yet “too fast”. How can anyone think that I’m in the wrong here? And how is this fair.
I never asked for any of this. If it was up to me, I would still be married and happy. I didn’t ask for my heart to be broken and I sure didn’t want or expect to find love so fast but I did and it feels right. Maybe my judgment is clouded now because of this new love taking over me but I can’t think of any scenario where I would have forgiven my soon to be ex with a new love in my life or even if I was still alone mourning the end of my marriage. I just cant
2023.06.07 21:07 peabrainbyu My Ideal draft-
Sorry, not sure how tired everyone is of draft talk right now but I'm still all in and there's a good amount of guys in this draft I like. Put this scenario together with a buddy and wanted to know what everyone's thoughts are.
We get another good defender, but this time in the back court. There are definite questions about his scoring ability or scoring mindset but I'm hoping our trainers are able to train that out of him. And I don't think Bertan's contract really causes us any issues since we still wont be in a position to be competing while he's here.
Nick Smith Jr. had a rough last half of the season but rumor is he's been extremely impressive in his work outs. Attributing his late season issues largely to not being fully healthy, and if he's still here at 17 I think he would be a steal. I know that this does create a little bit of a log jam in our back court but with his talent and possible ceiling I think he could be a big hit.
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- Taylor Hendricks - With rumors of Washington really liking Cason Wallace there's a lot of talk of Hendricks falling past 8 and if he does fall to us I think he would be an amazing grab. Putting him between Kessler and Lauri would be an extremely tough front court defensively and he still has the ability to shoot the 3 a little.
- Anthony Black - We trade 16 and Lakers 2027 pick for 10 and Bertans.
We get another good defender, but this time in the back court. There are definite questions about his scoring ability or scoring mindset but I'm hoping our trainers are able to train that out of him. And I don't think Bertan's contract really causes us any issues since we still wont be in a position to be competing while he's here.
- Nick Smith Jr. - We trade 28 and Olynyk to LA for the 17.
Nick Smith Jr. had a rough last half of the season but rumor is he's been extremely impressive in his work outs. Attributing his late season issues largely to not being fully healthy, and if he's still here at 17 I think he would be a steal. I know that this does create a little bit of a log jam in our back court but with his talent and possible ceiling I think he could be a big hit.
2023.06.07 21:06 JoshAsdvgi THE PEACE WITH THE SNAKES
 | submitted by JoshAsdvgi to Native_Stories [link] [comments] THE PEACE WITH THE SNAKES In those days there was a Piegan chief named Owl Bear. He was a great chief, very brave and generous. One night he had a dream : he saw many dead bodies of the enemy lying about, scalped, and he knew that he must go to war. So he called out for a feast, and after the people had eaten, he said : — " I had a strong dream last night. I went to war against the Snakes, and killed many of their warriors. So the signs are good, and I feel that I must go. Let us have a big party now, and I will be the leader. We will start tomorrow night." Then he told two old men to go out in the camp and shout the news, so that all might know. A big party was made up. Two hundred men, they say, went with this chief to war. The first night they travelled only a little way, for they were not used to walking, and soon got tired. In the morning the chief got up early and went and made a sacrifice, and when he came back to the others, some said, " Come now, tell us your dream of this night." " I dreamed good," said Owl Bear. " I had a good dream. We will have good luck." But many others said they had bad dreams. They saw blood running from their bodies. Night came, and the party started on, travelling south, and keeping near the foot-hills ; and when daylight came, they stopped in thick pine woods and built war lodges. They put up poles as for a lodge, and covered them very thick with pine boughs, so they could build fires and cook, and no one would see the light and smoke ; and they all ate some of the food they carried, and then went to sleep. Again the chief had a good dream, but the others all had bad dreams, and some talked about turning back ; but Owl Bear laughed at them, and when night came, all started on. So they travelled for some nights, and all kept dreaming bad except the chief. He always had good dreams. One day after a sleep, a person again asked Owl Bear if he dreamed good. " Yes," he replied. " I have again dreamed of good luck." "We still dream bad," the person said, "and now some of us are going to turn back. We will go no further, for bad luck is surely ahead." " Go back ! go back ! " said Owl Bear. " I think you are cowards ; I want no cowards with me." They did not speak again. Many of them turned around, and started north, toward home. Two more days' travel. Owl Bear and his warriors went on, and then another party turned back, for they still had bad dreams. All the men now left with him were his relations. All the others had turned back. They travelled on, and travelled on, always having bad dreams, until they came close to the Elk River.' Then the oldest relation said, " Come, my chief, let us all turn back. We still have bad dreams. We cannot have good luck." " No," replied Owl Bear, " I will not turn back." Then they were going to seize him and tie his hands, for they had talked of this before. They thought to tie him and make him go back with them. Then the chief got very angry. He put an arrow on his bow, and said : " Do not touch me. You are my relations ; but if any of you try to tie me, I will kill you. Now I am ashamed. My relations are cowards and will turn back. I have told you I have Yellowstone River, always dreamed good, and that we would have good luck. Now I don't care ; I am covered with shame. I am going now to the Snake camp and will give them my body. I am ashamed. Go ! go ! and when you get home put on women's dresses. You are no longer men." They said no more. They turned back homeward, and the chief was all alone. His heart was very sad as he travelled on, and he was much ashamed, for his relations had left him. Night was coming on. The sun had set and rain was beginning to fall. Owl Bear looked around for some place where he could sleep dry. Close by he saw a hole in the rocks. He got down on his hands and knees and crept in. Here it was very dark. He could see nothing, so he crept very slowly, feeling as he went. All at once his hand touched something strange. He felt of it. It was a person's foot, and there was a moccasin on it. He stopped, and sat still. Then he felt a little further. Yes, it was a person's leg. He could feel the cowskin legging. Now he did not know what to do. He thought perhaps it was a dead person ; and again, he thought it might be one of his relations, who had become ashamed and turned back after him. Pretty soon he put his hand on the leg again and felt along up. He touched the person's belly. It was warm. He felt of the breast, and could feel it rise and fall as the breath came and went ; and the heart was beating fast. Still the person did not move. Maybe he was afraid. Perhaps he thought that was a ghost feeling of him. Owl Bear now knew this person was not dead. He thought he would try if he could learn who the man was, for he was not afraid. His heart was sad. His people and his relations had left him, and he had made up his mind to give his body to the Snakes. So he began and felt all over the man, of his face, hair, robe, leggings, belt, weapons ; and by and by he stopped feeling of him. He could not tell whether it was one of his people or not. Pretty soon the strange person sat up and felt all over Owl Bear; and when he had finished, he took the Piegan's hand and opened it and held it up, waving it from side to side, saying by signs, " Who are you? " Owl Bear put his closed hand against the person's cheek and rubbed it ; he said in signs, " Piegan ! " and then he asked the person who he was. A finger was placed against his breast and moved across it zigzag. It was the sign for "Snake." " Hat yah/'' thought Owl Bear, " a Snake, my enemy." For a long time he sat still, thinking. By and by he drew his knife from his belt and placed it in the Snake's hand, and signed, " Kill me ! " He waited. He thought soon his heart would be cut. He wanted to die. Why live ? His people had left him. Then the Snake took Owl Bear's hand and put a knife in it and motioned that Owl Bear should cut his heart, but the Piegan would not do it. He lay down, and the Snake lay down beside him. Maybe they slept. Likely not. So the night went and morning came. It was light, and they crawled out of the cave, and talked a long time together by signs. Owl Bear told the Snake where he had come from, how his party had dreamed bad and left him, and that he was going alone to give his body to the Snakes. Then the Snake said : " I was going to war, too. I was going against the Piegans. Now I am done. Are you a chief?" " I am the head chief," replied Owl Bear. " I lead. All the others follow," " I am the same as you," said the Snake. " I am the chief. I like you. You are brave. You gave me your knife to kill you with. How is your heart ? Shall the Snakes and the Piegans make peace?" " Your words are good," replied Owl Bear. " I am glad." " How many nights will it take you to go home and come back here with your people?" asked the Snake. Owl Bear thought and counted. " In twenty-five nights," he replied, " the Piegans will camp down by that creek." " My trail," said the Snake, " goes across the mountains. I will try to be here in twenty-five nights, but I will camp with my people just behind that first mountain. When you get here with the Piegans, come with one of your wives and stay all night with me. In the morning the Snakes will move and put up their lodges beside the Piegans." "As you say," repUed the chief, "so it shall be done." Then they built a fire and cooked some meat and ate together. " I am ashamed to go home," said Owl Bear. " I have taken no horses, no scalps. Let me cut off your side locks?" " Take them," said the Snake. Owl Bear cut off the chief's braids close to his head, and then the Snake cut ofT the Piegan's braids. Then they exchanged clothes and weapons and started out, the Piegan north, the Snake south. " Owl Bear has come ! Owl Bear has come 1 " the people were shouting. The warriors rushed to his lodge. Whish ! how quickly it was filled ! Hundreds stood outside, waiting to hear the news. For a long time the chief did not speak. He was still angry with his people. An old man was talking, telling the news of the camp. Owl Bear did not look at him. He ate some food and rested. Many were in the lodge who haa started to war with him. They were now ashamed. They did not speak, either, but kept looking at the fire. After a long time the chief said : " I travelled on alone. I met a Snake. I took his scalp and clothes, and his weapons. See, here is his scalp ! " And he held up the two braids of hair. No one spoke, but the chief saw them nudge each other and smile a little ; and soon they went out and said to one another : "What a lie ! That is not an enemy's scalp ; there is no flesh on it. He has robbed some dead person." Some one told the chief what they said, but he only laughed and replied : " I do not care. They were too much afraid even to go on and rob a dead person. They should wear women's dresses." Near sunset. Owl Bear called for a horse, and rode all through camp so every one could hear, shouting out : " Listen ! listen ! To-morrow we move camp. We travel south. The Piegans and Snakes are going to make peace. If any one refuses to go, I will kill him. All must go." Then an old medicine man came up to him and said : "Kyi, Owl Bear! listen to me. Why talk like this? You know we are not afraid of the Snakes. Have we not fought them and driven them out of this country? Do you think we are afraid to go and meet them ? No. We will go and make peace with them as you say, and if they want to fight, we will fight. Now you are angry with those who started to war with you. Don't be angry. Dreams belong to the Sun. He gave them to us, so that we can see ahead and know what will happen. The Piegans are not cowards. Their dreams told them to turn back. So do not be angry with them any more." "There is truth in what you say, old man," replied Owl Bear ; " I will take your words." In those days the Piegans were a great tribe. When they travelled, if you were with the head ones, you could not see the last ones, they were so far back. They had more horses than they could count, so they used fresh horses every day and travelled very fast. On the twenty-fourth day they reached the place where Owl Bear had told the Snake they would camp, and put up their lodges along the creek. Soon some young men came in, and said they had seen some fresh horse trails up toward the mountain. "It must be the Snakes," said the chief; "they have already arrived, although there is yet one night." So he called one of his wives, and getting on their horses they set out to find the Snake camp. They took the trail up over the mountain, and soon came in sight of the lodges. It was a big camp. Every open place in the valley was covered with lodges, and the hills were dotted with horses ; for the Snakes had a great many more horses than the Piegans. Some of the Snakes saw the Piegans coming, and they ran to the chief, saying : " Two strangers are in sight, coming this way. What shall be done? " "Do not harm them," replied the chief. "They are friends of mine. I have been expecting them." Then the Snakes wondered, for the chief had told them nothing about his war trip. Now when Owl Bear had come to the camp, he asked in signs for the chiefs lodge, and they pointed him to one in the middle. It was small and old. The Piegan got off his horse, and the Snake chief came out and hugged him and kissed him, and said : "I am glad you have come to-day to my lodge. So are my people. You are tired. Enter my lodge and we will eat." So they went inside and many of the Snakes came in, and they had a great feast. Then the Snake chief told his people how he had met the Piegan, and how brave he was, and that now they were going to make a great peace ; and he sent some men to tell the people, so that they would be ready to move camp in the morning. Evening came. Everywhere people were shouting out for feasts, and the chief took Owl Bear to them. It was very late when they returned. Then the Snake had one of his wives make a bed at the back of the lodge ; and when it was ready he said : " Now, my friend, there is your bed. This is now your lodge ; also the woman who made the bed, she is now your wife ; also everything in this lodge is yours. The parfleches, saddles, food, robes, bowls, everything is yours. I give them to you because you are my friend and a brave man." " You give me too much," replied Owl Bear. " I am ashamed, but I take your words. I have nothing with me but one wife. She is yours." Next morning camp was broken early. The horses were driven in, and the Snake chief gave Owl Bear his whole band, two hundred head, all large, powerful horses. All were now ready, and the chiefs started ahead. Close behind them were all the warriors, hundreds and hundreds, and last came the women and children, and the young men driving the loose horses. As they came in sight of the Piegan camp, all the warriors started out to meet them, dressed in their war costumes and singing the great war song. There was no wind, and the sound came across the valley and up the hill like the noise of thunder. Then the Snakes began to sing, and thus the two parties advanced. At last they met. The Piegans turned and rode beside them, and so they came to the camp. Then they got off their horses and kissed each other. Every Piegan asked a Snake into his lodge to eat and rest, and the Snake women put up their lodges beside the Piegan lodges. So the great peace was made. In Owl Bear's lodge there was a great feast, and when they had finished he said to his people : " Here is the man whose scalp I took. Did I say I killed him? No. I gave him my knife and told him to kill me. He would not do it ; and he gave me his knife, but I would not kill him. So we talked together what we should do, and now we have made peace. And now (turning to the Snake) this is your lodge, also all the things in it. My horses, too, I give you. All are yours." So it was. The Piegan took the Snake's wife, lodge, and horses, and the Snake took the Piegan's, and they camped side by side. All the people camped together, and feasted each other and made presents. So the peace was made. For many days they camped side by side. The young men kept hunting, and the women were always busy drying meat and tanning robes and cowskins. Buffalo were always close, and after a while the people had all the meat and robes they could carry. Then, one day, the Snake chief said to Owl Bear : " Now, my friend, we have camped a long time together, and I am glad we have made peace. We have dug a hole in the ground, and in it we have put our anger and covered it up, so there is no more war between us. And now I think it time to go. Tomorrow morning the Snakes break camp and go back south." "Your words are good," replied Owl Bear. "I too am glad we have made this peace. You say you must go south, and I feel lonesome. I would like you to go with us so we could camp together a long time, but as you say, so it shall be done. Tomorrow you will start south. I too shall break camp, for I would be lonesome here without you ; and the Piegans will start in the home direction." The lodges were being taken down and packed. The men sat about the fireplaces, taking a last smoke together. They were now great friends. Many Snakes had married Piegan women, and many Piegans had married Snake women. At last all was ready. The great chiefs mounted their horses and started out, and soon both parties were strung out on the trail. Some young men, however, stayed behind to gamble a while. It was yet early in the morning, and by riding fast it would not take them long to catch up with their camps. All day they kept playing ; and sometimes the Piegans would win, and sometimes the Snakes. It was now almost sunset. " Let us have one horse race," they said, "and we will stop." Each side had a good horse, and they ran their best ; but they came in so close together it could not be told who won. The Snakes claimed that their horse won, and the Piegans would not allow it. So they got angry and began to quarrel, and pretty soon they began to fight and to shoot at each other, and some were killed. Since that time the Snakes and Piegans have never been at peace. |
2023.06.07 21:06 CowKey4495 I feel like I’m losing my family and network of friends because “I moved on too fast” is this a woman thing?
I want to share my story in the hope that I can find solace in internet strangers since the people in my surrounding are pulling away like I’m the plague. Maybe some of you have gone or are going through something similar and we can help each other cope and pull through this difficult time that we didn’t ask for.
I’m 35 and my soon to be ex is 36. We work at the same company since I found him a position during the pandemic(One of my biggest regrets). About 8 months ago a woman started working with us, 29-30ish? And not even a month later, one of my closest work colleagues warned me about the “closeness” between my husband and this new woman. I don’t work on the same floor so I had no idea, but after the heads up many things were making sense to me like my husband being too secretive and private with his phones, being a bit distracted and he stopped initiating intimacy. I admit that after our son who is almost 2 now (21mo) was born, our sexlife wasn’t as steamy because we were basically exhausted but we were on the way up again (until his sudden change).
I lived almost a month of anxiety and depression not sure if I wanted to know. If I was ready to know, and if I had the right to snoop and spy on him so one day when we were eating dinner and he was looking at me in a way, like he was contemplating something, I just asked him if he still loved me. He was surprised and asked what? So I asked him if he was having an affair with that woman. He looked at me for a good minute before he burst into tears and started apologizing. -Do you love me? -Yes! -Do you love her? -I don’t know.
I don’t know why but I just started laughing, it was inappropriate and silly I know but that was what I did. Later he told me that he had been feeling neglected yada yada yada, I have seen this happening too many time and excuses are just excuses and it always, always boils down to the simple matter of him at best not being attracted to and at worst not in love with me anymore. I realized that none of the options was good enough for me to stay in a marriage like this so I told him that we were over. He moved in with his family temporarily until we divided our assets. This is still ongoing.
I avoided him at work and after we disclosed that we were separating with HR I heard that he and his gf also disclosed their relationship since they worked on the same floor. That was how I found out they were officially dating.
One of my favorite coworkers (m40) who had started his own consulting business and therefore quit his job at our company a couple of years ago contacted me to offer me a job with him. He was brilliant at what he did and I was honestly very happy for this chance to change scenery and start afresh away from gossip and pity so I accepted to meet for dinner. We caught up and I was surprised that he knew about my marital status, he was in the middle of a divorce too so it was so nice to finally talk to someone who was in the middle of something similar. We ended up talking all night and continued on texting and calling each other until we ended up sleeping together. We have been together since and I can’t describe the euphoric feeling of liking someone so easily. We decided that since we were trying this now, that I couldn’t take his offer because I didn’t ever want to be in the position of working with my partner after the hurt and humiliation I endured. We also decided to keep our relationship a secret since it’s still too early and in case it didn’t work out, no harm done. We have been together for 5 months and getting more serious each day. Sometimes we even dare to dream about a near future where “us” is a reality.
My soon to be ex started changing 2 months ago. I noticed him trying to seek contact with me, lingering for a bit longer around the elevators to “chat”. I explicitly asked him when we first separated that our contact should be minimized to our child and the divorce and he was more than fine with that in the beginning. Now he was (flirting?) all of a sudden. Starting with small compliments about how beautiful I was this morning and how I have lost weight (I did lose 30lbs) then it turned into full blown I love you and I miss you speeches. I felt that since he was so honest with me when I confronted him about the affair I owed him the same courtesy and I admitted to him that I was seeing someone new, so that he didn’t delude himself into believing that he loved me or that we still had a chance. We were on our way out of work. He didn’t take this well and he started yelling at me at the reception and all the way to my car. I didn’t know what to do so I just started crying and drove away.
He has now told everyone that I left him. That he never meant anything to me and that I so easily would replace him when he made his life’s biggest mistake because he was stupid and the worst part is that he is getting the sympathy of everyone. Even my father and mother who are classy people and who have been wonderfully supportive of me and my other siblings throughout our lives are on his side even though they say that the only thing that matters to them is my child’s stability and happiness. They think that I moved on too fast, like I never loved my soon to be ex enough to mourn the end of our marriage. I have lost friends and family members because of this way of thinking. My brother is reluctant to have any contact with me and everyone think that I’m insincere and cold in my feelings.
What do they know about sincerity and suffering? Just because he is going all over the place lamenting his loss, pitying his situation that it mean that he is genuine? Or because I swallowed my hurt and suffered in silence seeing the man who broke my heart and brought me so much pain flaunting his new love around the office not caring how humiliating it must’ve been for me while his words about how I’ve let myself go and therefore he wasn’t attracted to me anymore was playing in my head night and day. How he told me that she was different and exciting and fun-loving. But now that he realized that there were only this many ways you can get a BJ and none of them is different or exciting enough to lose his family over that he was playing the remorseful and loving husband and father who wanted his family back if not for his callous wife who took all the shit in silence but happened to find love if yet “too fast”. How can anyone think that I’m in the wrong here? And how is this fair.
I never asked for any of this. If it was up to me, I would still be married and happy. I didn’t ask for my heart to be broken and I sure didn’t want or expect to find love so fast but I did and it feels right. Maybe my judgment is clouded now because of this new love taking over me but I can’t think of any scenario where I would have forgiven my soon to be ex with a new love in my life or even if I was still alone mourning the end of my marriage. I just cant
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I’m 35 and my soon to be ex is 36. We work at the same company since I found him a position during the pandemic(One of my biggest regrets). About 8 months ago a woman started working with us, 29-30ish? And not even a month later, one of my closest work colleagues warned me about the “closeness” between my husband and this new woman. I don’t work on the same floor so I had no idea, but after the heads up many things were making sense to me like my husband being too secretive and private with his phones, being a bit distracted and he stopped initiating intimacy. I admit that after our son who is almost 2 now (21mo) was born, our sexlife wasn’t as steamy because we were basically exhausted but we were on the way up again (until his sudden change).
I lived almost a month of anxiety and depression not sure if I wanted to know. If I was ready to know, and if I had the right to snoop and spy on him so one day when we were eating dinner and he was looking at me in a way, like he was contemplating something, I just asked him if he still loved me. He was surprised and asked what? So I asked him if he was having an affair with that woman. He looked at me for a good minute before he burst into tears and started apologizing. -Do you love me? -Yes! -Do you love her? -I don’t know.
I don’t know why but I just started laughing, it was inappropriate and silly I know but that was what I did. Later he told me that he had been feeling neglected yada yada yada, I have seen this happening too many time and excuses are just excuses and it always, always boils down to the simple matter of him at best not being attracted to and at worst not in love with me anymore. I realized that none of the options was good enough for me to stay in a marriage like this so I told him that we were over. He moved in with his family temporarily until we divided our assets. This is still ongoing.
I avoided him at work and after we disclosed that we were separating with HR I heard that he and his gf also disclosed their relationship since they worked on the same floor. That was how I found out they were officially dating.
One of my favorite coworkers (m40) who had started his own consulting business and therefore quit his job at our company a couple of years ago contacted me to offer me a job with him. He was brilliant at what he did and I was honestly very happy for this chance to change scenery and start afresh away from gossip and pity so I accepted to meet for dinner. We caught up and I was surprised that he knew about my marital status, he was in the middle of a divorce too so it was so nice to finally talk to someone who was in the middle of something similar. We ended up talking all night and continued on texting and calling each other until we ended up sleeping together. We have been together since and I can’t describe the euphoric feeling of liking someone so easily. We decided that since we were trying this now, that I couldn’t take his offer because I didn’t ever want to be in the position of working with my partner after the hurt and humiliation I endured. We also decided to keep our relationship a secret since it’s still too early and in case it didn’t work out, no harm done. We have been together for 5 months and getting more serious each day. Sometimes we even dare to dream about a near future where “us” is a reality.
My soon to be ex started changing 2 months ago. I noticed him trying to seek contact with me, lingering for a bit longer around the elevators to “chat”. I explicitly asked him when we first separated that our contact should be minimized to our child and the divorce and he was more than fine with that in the beginning. Now he was (flirting?) all of a sudden. Starting with small compliments about how beautiful I was this morning and how I have lost weight (I did lose 30lbs) then it turned into full blown I love you and I miss you speeches. I felt that since he was so honest with me when I confronted him about the affair I owed him the same courtesy and I admitted to him that I was seeing someone new, so that he didn’t delude himself into believing that he loved me or that we still had a chance. We were on our way out of work. He didn’t take this well and he started yelling at me at the reception and all the way to my car. I didn’t know what to do so I just started crying and drove away.
He has now told everyone that I left him. That he never meant anything to me and that I so easily would replace him when he made his life’s biggest mistake because he was stupid and the worst part is that he is getting the sympathy of everyone. Even my father and mother who are classy people and who have been wonderfully supportive of me and my other siblings throughout our lives are on his side even though they say that the only thing that matters to them is my child’s stability and happiness. They think that I moved on too fast, like I never loved my soon to be ex enough to mourn the end of our marriage. I have lost friends and family members because of this way of thinking. My brother is reluctant to have any contact with me and everyone think that I’m insincere and cold in my feelings.
What do they know about sincerity and suffering? Just because he is going all over the place lamenting his loss, pitying his situation that it mean that he is genuine? Or because I swallowed my hurt and suffered in silence seeing the man who broke my heart and brought me so much pain flaunting his new love around the office not caring how humiliating it must’ve been for me while his words about how I’ve let myself go and therefore he wasn’t attracted to me anymore was playing in my head night and day. How he told me that she was different and exciting and fun-loving. But now that he realized that there were only this many ways you can get a BJ and none of them is different or exciting enough to lose his family over that he was playing the remorseful and loving husband and father who wanted his family back if not for his callous wife who took all the shit in silence but happened to find love if yet “too fast”. How can anyone think that I’m in the wrong here? And how is this fair.
I never asked for any of this. If it was up to me, I would still be married and happy. I didn’t ask for my heart to be broken and I sure didn’t want or expect to find love so fast but I did and it feels right. Maybe my judgment is clouded now because of this new love taking over me but I can’t think of any scenario where I would have forgiven my soon to be ex with a new love in my life or even if I was still alone mourning the end of my marriage. I just cant
2023.06.07 21:06 Emmy_28__ My (19F) partner (21M) has never cleaned his flat in 10 months of living here. (TW: do not read if you have a weak stomach)
I (19F) stay with my partner (21M) for a week once a month. We don't get to spend a lot of time with eachother due to him work 6 days a week leaving at 10am and not getting back until around 9pm and I'm at university so during term times I don't have a lot of free time myself. So to combat this, we made a compromise for me stay at his flat for a week each month so we can see eachother in the mornings and evenings.
To the point of this post. Every time I go to his flat I find myself cleaning it almost every day. I know I'm not obligated to do so and he doesn't expect me to either however its its so bad there isn't much room to move. When I walk in I'm kicking bags of take away and empty fizzy drinks bottles out of the way just to get to the bed or a chair to sit on. There's food all over the floor, clumps of hair, empty packaging and just forgotten things. Sometimes it's so bad that I've found bottles of coagulated milkshake under the bed. When I asked him when the last time he hoovered/cleaned the floors was he said he's never done it. He's lived in this flat for 10 months as of writting this post. Clothing never makes it into the wardrobe, it just sits in a pile in front of it until I put it in. He doesn't like to cook either so he orders take away ever night unless I've cooked something before he comes in from work. The bathroom has a load of flies in there all the time. It's so off-putting that I don't want to use it.
When I go round for the week I find myself cleaning, cooking and doing the shopping. I've been doing this for about 4 months now and I'm starting to question if I can keep doing this. Like what would it be like if we ever moved in with eachother? I would need him to help. I've had a conversation with him about this before but he always says that my definition of clean is different to his and I can understand that but also leaving the place the way he does can be bad.
He's so loving and caring for me though. He treats me to dinner, lets me know when he's on his way home and helps me with my work. I really do like him and would love a future with him but I just don't know if I can get over this hurdle when he doesn't seem to want to change. Please let me know if you think I'm overreating or overthinking it.
Sorry for the long post.
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To the point of this post. Every time I go to his flat I find myself cleaning it almost every day. I know I'm not obligated to do so and he doesn't expect me to either however its its so bad there isn't much room to move. When I walk in I'm kicking bags of take away and empty fizzy drinks bottles out of the way just to get to the bed or a chair to sit on. There's food all over the floor, clumps of hair, empty packaging and just forgotten things. Sometimes it's so bad that I've found bottles of coagulated milkshake under the bed. When I asked him when the last time he hoovered/cleaned the floors was he said he's never done it. He's lived in this flat for 10 months as of writting this post. Clothing never makes it into the wardrobe, it just sits in a pile in front of it until I put it in. He doesn't like to cook either so he orders take away ever night unless I've cooked something before he comes in from work. The bathroom has a load of flies in there all the time. It's so off-putting that I don't want to use it.
When I go round for the week I find myself cleaning, cooking and doing the shopping. I've been doing this for about 4 months now and I'm starting to question if I can keep doing this. Like what would it be like if we ever moved in with eachother? I would need him to help. I've had a conversation with him about this before but he always says that my definition of clean is different to his and I can understand that but also leaving the place the way he does can be bad.
He's so loving and caring for me though. He treats me to dinner, lets me know when he's on his way home and helps me with my work. I really do like him and would love a future with him but I just don't know if I can get over this hurdle when he doesn't seem to want to change. Please let me know if you think I'm overreating or overthinking it.
Sorry for the long post.
2023.06.07 21:06 PristineStranger2695 Shipt removing orders!
Just want to give my fellow shoppers a warning. If Shipt is removing you from orders and reassigning them then a deactivation may be on the horizon. It just happened to my friend. They had a 5.00 rating with 100% on time and 98% completion then suddenly Shipt started removing them from orders close to the delivery window. This happened maybe 5-7 times within a few weeks then they got the deactivation email out of nowhere. Said they violated the shopper guidelines. No way of knowing exactly why this started happening but I just want you guys to be on notice to prevent it from happening. It’s possible that the deactivation was because they were demanding to be reinstated from the released orders since one of them was a preferred and it triggered the app as fraudulent activity since it was happening within the delivery window. But it wasn’t the shoppers fault and the agents were no help. I would advise that if you are being removed from orders just let it go and move on to the next order. Hope this helps someone out today. Also had this happened to anyone else?
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2023.06.07 21:06 lxverb0y Psychic Readings Available in Exchange for Detailed Feedback 💫
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Hello everyone, I'm Ylenia and I've been reading tarot cards for more than 3 years. Recently I've been working on further developing my psychic abilities and learning to channel, and I would love to practice by giving some psychic (no tools) readings in exchange for detailed feedback.
My readings are meant to provide insight and guidance, therefore they won't have any predictive qualities. Please refrain from asking for outcomes or any kinds of future related questions.
Keep your question specific, open-ended, and about yourself; inquiries regarding self-development and self-discovery are highly encouraged and will be prioritised.
The only relationship related questions I am open to doing are: - What is the purpose of a well-established relationships either from your past or present & what it is meant to teach you; - How can you heal from a past relationship and move forward with your life. Keep in mind that I will not be looking into the other person's thoughts and feelings, and the reading will still end up focusing mainly on you.
In addition to that, I will not answer questions related to health, pregnancy, death (including deceased loved ones), past lives, curses, entities, soulmates, twinflames, sexual matters, lottery, legal and financial matters.
If you're interested in getting a reading, leave a comment down below and send me a DM with the first names of the people involved and your question. No initials, be straightforward but polite, kind, and respectful please. I kindly ask you to not trauma-dump in my DMs.
If you don't leave a comment before DMing, your request will be ignored.
You must write a detailed review of your reading within 48 hours of receiving it, otherwise you will be reported to the moderators.
I will not read for you if: - You have low karma; - You're constantly asking for readings; - You haven't left at least 5 PUBLIC detailed reviews for other readers; - You do not respect the rules above.
You WILL get blocked if you still DM me requesting a free reading.
All of the readings will be sent as written reports. Please be patient, as it might take me a while to get to those who have been chosen.
My readings are for entertainment purposes only, and they are not a substitute for professional and legal help. I am not responsible for any of your decisions, your choices are personal and your responsibility.
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Hello everyone, I'm Ylenia and I've been reading tarot cards for more than 3 years. Recently I've been working on further developing my psychic abilities and learning to channel, and I would love to practice by giving some psychic (no tools) readings in exchange for detailed feedback.
My readings are meant to provide insight and guidance, therefore they won't have any predictive qualities. Please refrain from asking for outcomes or any kinds of future related questions.
Keep your question specific, open-ended, and about yourself; inquiries regarding self-development and self-discovery are highly encouraged and will be prioritised.
The only relationship related questions I am open to doing are: - What is the purpose of a well-established relationships either from your past or present & what it is meant to teach you; - How can you heal from a past relationship and move forward with your life. Keep in mind that I will not be looking into the other person's thoughts and feelings, and the reading will still end up focusing mainly on you.
In addition to that, I will not answer questions related to health, pregnancy, death (including deceased loved ones), past lives, curses, entities, soulmates, twinflames, sexual matters, lottery, legal and financial matters.
If you're interested in getting a reading, leave a comment down below and send me a DM with the first names of the people involved and your question. No initials, be straightforward but polite, kind, and respectful please. I kindly ask you to not trauma-dump in my DMs.
If you don't leave a comment before DMing, your request will be ignored.
You must write a detailed review of your reading within 48 hours of receiving it, otherwise you will be reported to the moderators.
I will not read for you if: - You have low karma; - You're constantly asking for readings; - You haven't left at least 5 PUBLIC detailed reviews for other readers; - You do not respect the rules above.
You WILL get blocked if you still DM me requesting a free reading.
All of the readings will be sent as written reports. Please be patient, as it might take me a while to get to those who have been chosen.
My readings are for entertainment purposes only, and they are not a substitute for professional and legal help. I am not responsible for any of your decisions, your choices are personal and your responsibility.
2023.06.07 21:06 PoorStoner Botched AWS CLI install
I removed AWS CLI v1 from my Mac (Ventura 13.3.1 (a)) the other day. It was installed and using the /Library/Frameworks/Python.framework/Versions/2.7/bin install location. After removing version 1 from this location, I installed v2 from the package -- not from brew unfortunately like I think I should have. It was installed in /uslocal/bin. Here's where it went sideways. I attempted to move the installation to /Library/Frameworks/Python.framework/Versions/3.8/bin/ and changed the $PATH accordingly.
Now when I attempt to run aws, it gives me the message :
When I tried to export the $PATH to:
Does anyone have any advice for cleaning this up? I've tried numerous suggestions in the AWS documentation on installing AWS CLI and even migrating from V1. Nothing has helped so far.
I would prefer it pointed to /Library/Frameworks/Python.framework/Versions/3.8/bin/aws, but it's by no means a show stopper if it doesn't.
Thanks in advance!
--PS
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Now when I attempt to run aws, it gives me the message :
Error loading Python lib '/Library/Frameworks/Python.framework/Versions/3.8/bin/Python': dlopen: dlopen(/Library/Frameworks/Python.framework/Versions/3.8/bin/Python, 0x000A): tried: '/Library/Frameworks/Python.framework/Versions/3.8/bin/Python' (no such file), '/System/Volumes/Preboot/Cryptexes/OS/Library/Frameworks/Python.framework/Versions/3.8/bin/Python' (no such file), '/Library/Frameworks/Python.framework/Versions/3.8/bin/Python' (no such file), '/System/Library/Frameworks/Python.framework/Versions/3.8/bin/Python' (no such file, not in dyld cache) Here is the output when I try to see the possible locations of AWS (which -a aws): /Library/Frameworks/Python.framework/Versions/3.8/bin/aws /uslocal/bin/aws /uslocal/bin/aws /Library/Frameworks/Python.framework/Versions/3.8/bin/aws
When I tried to export the $PATH to:
/Library/Frameworks/Python.framework/Versions/3.8/bin/awsI didn't even include the ...../Python in the path, as that file is definitely not in that location.
Does anyone have any advice for cleaning this up? I've tried numerous suggestions in the AWS documentation on installing AWS CLI and even migrating from V1. Nothing has helped so far.
I would prefer it pointed to /Library/Frameworks/Python.framework/Versions/3.8/bin/aws, but it's by no means a show stopper if it doesn't.
Thanks in advance!
--PS
2023.06.07 21:06 BrkBid Beko Aquatech Washing Machine not draining at all
Hi there,
Currently trying to drain a Beko Aquatech washing machine that we've bought second hand. I've fitted the drain hose on the pipework, tested a rinse cycle to make sure I had no leakages on the water feed/drainage and found that it feeds fine but doesn't drain.
So far, I've looked for kinks and damaged tubing but it's all ok, I've seen comments about using tubing that's too long but it's already very short as is. There is also the advice of checking the filter for the pump which is clean as a whistle. Lastly, I've disconnected the drain hose from the pipework under the sink and tried to drain into a bucket but still nada. Is there anything else I can do to try and get the machine to drain. U.K by the way!
Thank you for any help in advance.
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Currently trying to drain a Beko Aquatech washing machine that we've bought second hand. I've fitted the drain hose on the pipework, tested a rinse cycle to make sure I had no leakages on the water feed/drainage and found that it feeds fine but doesn't drain.
So far, I've looked for kinks and damaged tubing but it's all ok, I've seen comments about using tubing that's too long but it's already very short as is. There is also the advice of checking the filter for the pump which is clean as a whistle. Lastly, I've disconnected the drain hose from the pipework under the sink and tried to drain into a bucket but still nada. Is there anything else I can do to try and get the machine to drain. U.K by the way!
Thank you for any help in advance.
2023.06.07 21:05 Fumblez1724 Diablo 4 Feedback: Improving QoL, Designs & Endgame
Hello fellow Diablo enthusiasts,
I wanted to take a moment to address some of the concerns and complaints that have been circulating regarding Diablo 4. While the game is still in development and subject to change, it's essential to voice our opinions and provide constructive feedback in the hope of seeing improvements over time. Here are some prevalent concerns that I've come across, along with potential solutions that could enhance the overall player experience:
Quality of Life:
Design Decisions:
Stay vigilant, Nephalem!
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I wanted to take a moment to address some of the concerns and complaints that have been circulating regarding Diablo 4. While the game is still in development and subject to change, it's essential to voice our opinions and provide constructive feedback in the hope of seeing improvements over time. Here are some prevalent concerns that I've come across, along with potential solutions that could enhance the overall player experience:
Quality of Life:
- Gem Pouch and Nightmare Sigil Pouch: The limited inventory space for gems and the fact that the Nightmare Sigil Pouch shares a tab with consumables can become frustrating. It would be great to have a separate, dedicated pouch for gems, allowing us to pick them up without worrying about inventory constraints.
- Ear Pouch: Currently, ears share inventory space without any significant use. Introducing a purpose for ears, such as using them as a currency for specific rewards or crafting materials, would make them more valuable and encourage players to collect and utilize them.
- Horse Sprint and Barricades: It would be a great addition if horse sprinting allowed us to leap over barricades, making traversal more seamless and convenient. This feature would be especially helpful when exploring the world or engaging in fast-paced combat encounters.
- Vendors and Travel Distances: Moving vendors closer to each other within towns or introducing additional vendors would lessen the need for excessive travel. Alternatively, allowing horse sprint and abilities to be used within town limits would also help in reducing travel time and enhancing convenience.
Design Decisions:
- Looking for Group Tool and World Chat: The absence of a looking for group tool or world chat feature has been a point of contention. Implementing these features would facilitate easier grouping and foster a stronger sense of community within the game.
- Gems and Ears: To address the issue of redundant gems and unused ears, it would be beneficial to introduce more ways to utilize them. For example, higher-level gem enhancements, gem-related crafting recipes, or rare and powerful items that require a combination of gems and ears as a crafting material.
- Repeatable Campaign Bosses: Allowing players to face campaign bosses repeatedly, even after completion, in the form of whispers activities would provide additional challenges and rewards. Furthermore, it would prevent the unintentional brick of Hardcore characters not being able to complete Hardcore campaign boss kill achievments when utilizing the skip campaign feature (after being completed on a softcore character).
- Lack of Build Diversity: A common concern is the limited number of viable endgame builds for each class. Expanding the range of viable build options would promote greater diversity and encourage experimentation among players.
- Helltide Density: Increasing the density of Helltide encounters would create more thrilling and action-packed moments, enhancing the overall excitement and engagement of endgame content.
- Dungeons: The lack of diversity in map layouts and events within dungeons can make the endgame experience feel repetitive. Introducing a wider variety of layouts and unique events for each dungeon would add depth and excitement to the gameplay.
- Campaign Bosses as Uber Versions: Utilizing campaign bosses as uber versions would provide an additional challenge for players, rewarding them with unique loot and further incentivizing exploration and progression. Currently we only have Uber Lilith. It feels like a wasted opportunity to not include Andariel, Duriel, Astaroth and Elijah.
Stay vigilant, Nephalem!
2023.06.07 21:05 MerkadoBarkada LMG sold to Maxwealth Infinity for P402-M; MPI still vetting valuation firms; BHI revealing strategy in sad mini-series; May '23 inflation down, prices just as high; REDC reschedules IPO for July 24; DD used AI to design a banig (Thursday, June 8)
Happy Thursday, Barkada --
The PSE gained 85 points to 6565 ▲1.3%
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- DoubleDragon used AI to design a banig
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- [NEWS] LMG Corp sold to Maxwealth Infinity for ₱402-M... LMG Corp [LMG 3.35 suspendedl] [link] shocked the market with news that it signed a share purchase agreement with Maxwealth Infinity Holdings (MIH) that will see MIH take a 67% stake in LMG for ₱402 million (₱3.10/share). MIH is a holding company owned and chaired by Alfonso Huang (company website), who is also the President of e-pon, an e-money app. MIH was founded in 2021, MIH has investments in “various financial and information technology companies”, but its website reveals an additional interest in real estate development and entertainment. The disclosure said that MIH made the LMG purchase with the intent to “invest in the hospitality industry and the construction industry”, and that it will “expand the portfolio of [LMG] to include the operating subsidiaries of [MIH].” The disclosure said that LMG and MIH intend to complete the tender offer and close the transaction within 60 days.
- MB: This one was truly surprising to me, both because LMG is a sleepy stock and because I have no idea who Maxwealth Infinity is. The name sounds like any of the thousands of Facebook groups that ply scam financial advice, so I’m glad that the disclosure specifically said that Maxwealth “does not solicit, accept, or take investments/placements from the public”. My quick due diligence on the company didn’t turn up much of substance either. Their website reads like a try-hard resume cover letter, filled with bland fluffer words like “impact”, “contribute”, “strategic”, “enriching”, and “potential”. A media scan turns up a paid promo piece about Mr. Huang, and a story about MIH donating sacks of rice to typhoon victims. The MIH career page shows that they’re hiring eight positions for their Taguig office, all posted three days ago. It’s not really clear what MIH is, what it’s done, or what it plans to do. I can’t help but feel SquidPay vibes, but I hope that it’s more tangible and substantive than that.
- [UPDATE] MPI still searching for a valuation firm... Metro Pacific [MPI 4.42 ▼0.9%; 83% avgVol] [link] Chairman, Manny V. Pangilinan, recently said that the MPI Consortium was still in the middle of a process to find an acceptable firm to perform the valuation to act as the basis of the MPI Consortium’s tender offer price. MVP said that they’ve been “given a list of accredited firms”, and that there are “probably only two” on that list that do not have the kind of conflicts that would come from working with another company in the MVP-led group of companies in the past. MVP said that he’s had “indirect” talks with some of the larger shareholders (SSS and GSIS), revealed that those groups had negative feedback on the initial price, but would not commit to a higher price being the likely outcome of the next valuation.
- MB: Aside from the whole “valuations are weird” angle and the fact that MPI is too sophisticated to have been caught by surprise about the potential accreditation of the first valuation firm it used, I’m mostly disappointed that it feels like MPI might already be losing that brief period of intense swagger. MPI has been a sleepy giant for most of my investing life, so it was pretty shocking for it to suddenly jolt to life and start making aggressive moves into the agricultural sector. There was the Axelum [AXLM 2.48 ▼2.4%; 5% avgVol] stake, then the announcement of the massive agricultural facility, and don’t get me started about that SP New Energy [SPNEC 1.46 unch; 0% avgVol] deal! My point is that MPI was rewriting its narrative in real-time while demonstrating the agility and nerve of a company with a clear vision for a future filled with big bets and growth. Where did that energy go? I want more of that green corporate raider energy, and less of this sleepy corporate bureaucracy drama.
- [NOTES] Quick takes from around the market...
- Boulevard Holdings [BHI 0.08 ▲2.5%; 165% avgVol] [link] appeared to signal that it will be suspended for a while and that it has decided to spend this time releasing a mini-series of disclosures to explain the development strategy for each of the company’s “major assets”, its “significant land parcels”, and its “cash hoard”. The most recent disclosure started with its Fridays Siargao location.
- MB Quick Take: This is such a weird look that I don’t even know where to start. Dripping info to shareholders gives off massive “long suspension” vibes, but it also manages to give off “we are just making it up as we go along” vibes. If you know the strategy now, why not tell us now? I don’t know if I can beat the BHI dead horse any longer, though. BHI, more like “Belated Hypothesizing Inc”, amirite?
- Philippine Statistics Authority (PSA) [link] revealed that the May 2023 Consumer Price Index reading was 120.9, which was 6.1% higher y/y. The rate of inflation in April was 6.6%, based on a CPI reading of 120.9.
- MB Quick Take: Keen readers will notice that the actual CPI measurement was the same between April and May, meaning that the actual level of prices didn’t change at all from month to month. The only thing that changed was that April 2022’s CPI reading was lower because it was at the start of the long and intense price inflation period we saw throughout FY22. Remember: inflation might go down, but (generally) prices won’t.
- Repower Energy Development [REDC 5.00 pre-IPO] [link] provided an updated IPO schedule after it had previously paused the listing process to take on a significant anchor investor from Japan. The new pricing date is June 23, with an offer period from June 28 through July 14, and a listing ten days later on July 24.
- MB Quick Take: It looks like the bones of the offering are the same (230 million shares for ₱5.00/share, with 87% primary), but investors are going to want to pay close attention to the updated prospectus that we should get once the price has been set. Will REDC share any information about the anchor investor, and is the anchor investor the type that provides any strategic advantages for REDC going forward? Energy stocks are hot, but IPOs have been terrible for investors lately. Will REDC’s pricing take the recent performance into account to entice more retail investors to take a look?
- DoubleDragon [DD 7.20 unch; 19% avgVol] [link] said that its 548-room Hotel101 in Cebu is 100% sold-out 21 months after it started the pre-sale process, and 12 months before its project completion date. DD also took the time in this disclosure to let us know about how this location will be the first to “adopt” the “AI designed Hotel101 Banig accent design”.
- MB Quick Take: I don’t know how I feel about DD name-dropping AI as the designer of a banig. Well, that’s not true, I know how I feel about it, but I guess I’m just not sure how DD anticipated that we’d feel about it? Because that’s hilarious. This was meant to show that Hotel101 would “always stay ahead of the curve in technological advances”, but I think its inclusion sends the opposite message.
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2023.06.07 21:05 labelleauxbois Crossing the border with dual intent
Hi! I was wondering if anyone that's been through this already can give us any tips.
I'm a dual citizen (CAN/US) and have lived in the US with my American husband for the past 3 years. We'd like to do an inland sponsorship for my husband. Next month we're planning on going to Canada. I am moving back and will have my stuff shipped to my mom's house so I have to declare all that to avoid paying taxes. We're wondering if it's a bad idea for my husband to accompany me since I'm shipping so much stuff in. We'd be driving with our dogs and won't have a lot in the car just bare minimum, but I know I have to declare everything that's coming in later. Should he be flying in by himself or take a train? I'm wondering if me bringing all my stuff in will raise red flags for border agents and deny him entry.
The other question I had was, what ties to the US could he use as proof he intends to come back if his application is denied? His parents are here, but we don't own a house in the States. We will buy him a return ticket under 180 days from when we intend to cross.
Thanks in advance for any help or advice!
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I'm a dual citizen (CAN/US) and have lived in the US with my American husband for the past 3 years. We'd like to do an inland sponsorship for my husband. Next month we're planning on going to Canada. I am moving back and will have my stuff shipped to my mom's house so I have to declare all that to avoid paying taxes. We're wondering if it's a bad idea for my husband to accompany me since I'm shipping so much stuff in. We'd be driving with our dogs and won't have a lot in the car just bare minimum, but I know I have to declare everything that's coming in later. Should he be flying in by himself or take a train? I'm wondering if me bringing all my stuff in will raise red flags for border agents and deny him entry.
The other question I had was, what ties to the US could he use as proof he intends to come back if his application is denied? His parents are here, but we don't own a house in the States. We will buy him a return ticket under 180 days from when we intend to cross.
Thanks in advance for any help or advice!
2023.06.07 21:04 StrangeMorris Reasons Casques Aren't Being Found
There are some basic reasons why nine casques still remain out there. These reasons have nothing to do with having to come up with alternative cities or outlandish theories because "groupthink" is not working. Contrary to what some seem to think, a casque won't materialize when a correct city/spot/solution is put on paper.
The reasons:
1) It is extremely difficult to locate a precise 5x6-inch patch of earth THEN dig down at least a foot-and-a-half to retrieve a casque for physical, logistical, practical, and legal reasons. Once Byron took away the option to write in a solve, the puzzles got exponentially harder. It can even be argued that he expected certain puzzles to be solved with a write-in solution since physically digging up the casque would be beyond challenging. That can only be intensified over 40 years later since many of the search areas are no doubt much more inaccessible now.
2) A casque itself could have been inadvertently destroyed or shifted through construction, covered up by cement, concrete, asphalt, etc., or have been covered by additional dirt or sod throughout the years.
3) Crucial clues in both verses and images have no doubt been destroyed, moved, altered, or taken away.
4) For every 200 theories or so, only a handful of people dig. Time, or theories on paper, don't find casques; repeated digging does.
5) As much as I love the puzzles and admire Preiss, he was an amateur puzzle maker and the puzzles are much more difficult than he anticipated even when a city is all but certain. Of the two casques dug up by searchers, each group of finders had extreme difficulty finding the casque even after solving the puzzle almost perfectly. We're still not sure how to exactly find the Chicago dig spot, it's baffling why in Cleveland he made searchers count the bricks from the other side of the planter wall, and we still can't explain why the Boston casque was exactly where it was on the baseball field. In terms of time, it took multiple digs over the course of six months to find Chicago—and that included direct help from Preiss, himself. Cleveland took 5-plus hours of digging in a contained planter the size of a kitchen table. Boston was found inadvertently using heavy construction equipment digging up large swaths of the park. None of those three finds are particularly encouraging for future finds.
That being said, if someone dug up a casque in an alternative city, that would change a lot—but that hasn't happened yet either.
So if you want to explore alternative cities, please do so, but stating that it must be done because "40 years of ideas isn't working" is just silly with everything we know.
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The reasons:
1) It is extremely difficult to locate a precise 5x6-inch patch of earth THEN dig down at least a foot-and-a-half to retrieve a casque for physical, logistical, practical, and legal reasons. Once Byron took away the option to write in a solve, the puzzles got exponentially harder. It can even be argued that he expected certain puzzles to be solved with a write-in solution since physically digging up the casque would be beyond challenging. That can only be intensified over 40 years later since many of the search areas are no doubt much more inaccessible now.
2) A casque itself could have been inadvertently destroyed or shifted through construction, covered up by cement, concrete, asphalt, etc., or have been covered by additional dirt or sod throughout the years.
3) Crucial clues in both verses and images have no doubt been destroyed, moved, altered, or taken away.
4) For every 200 theories or so, only a handful of people dig. Time, or theories on paper, don't find casques; repeated digging does.
5) As much as I love the puzzles and admire Preiss, he was an amateur puzzle maker and the puzzles are much more difficult than he anticipated even when a city is all but certain. Of the two casques dug up by searchers, each group of finders had extreme difficulty finding the casque even after solving the puzzle almost perfectly. We're still not sure how to exactly find the Chicago dig spot, it's baffling why in Cleveland he made searchers count the bricks from the other side of the planter wall, and we still can't explain why the Boston casque was exactly where it was on the baseball field. In terms of time, it took multiple digs over the course of six months to find Chicago—and that included direct help from Preiss, himself. Cleveland took 5-plus hours of digging in a contained planter the size of a kitchen table. Boston was found inadvertently using heavy construction equipment digging up large swaths of the park. None of those three finds are particularly encouraging for future finds.
That being said, if someone dug up a casque in an alternative city, that would change a lot—but that hasn't happened yet either.
So if you want to explore alternative cities, please do so, but stating that it must be done because "40 years of ideas isn't working" is just silly with everything we know.
2023.06.07 21:03 FeelJudged Please anybody help (mostly new users please)
Can you accept my invitation so that I can get a free gift? https://temu.comiSjQP03Gbwi4JH
I will help all I can in the chat
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I will help all I can in the chat
2023.06.07 21:03 CarleeS7 August Apartment Rental / Possible Roommate
Hi everyone! I (26f) will be moving to Raleigh at the end of July and I'm looking to start a lease on 8/1. I'm moving from PA and kind of looking for a needle in a haystack when it comes to an apartment but I believe I can find it with some help!
I'm looking to move to Downtown Raleigh or the North Hills area and rent from someone local versus a big company but it's been hard to find places when I can't drive around and look for "for rent" signs. I do have a cat as well as an 11-year-old pitbull mix (registered ESA). Because my dog is older he struggles with stairs so I'd like to avoid having them if possible. I'd also love to have laundry in my apartment. Other than that I really don't need a lot of space and I'm pretty low maintenance. I am open to a roommate of any gender if it is a 2b2b apartment and they are okay with the animals but do not have their own.
My goal is to stay around $1,000/mo without utilities included or $1,500/mo with utilities. I know that's below the average rent but I'm sure there are places out there. I can provide rental history, have a good credit score, and do have a co-signer if necessary. Thanks in advance for the help!
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I'm looking to move to Downtown Raleigh or the North Hills area and rent from someone local versus a big company but it's been hard to find places when I can't drive around and look for "for rent" signs. I do have a cat as well as an 11-year-old pitbull mix (registered ESA). Because my dog is older he struggles with stairs so I'd like to avoid having them if possible. I'd also love to have laundry in my apartment. Other than that I really don't need a lot of space and I'm pretty low maintenance. I am open to a roommate of any gender if it is a 2b2b apartment and they are okay with the animals but do not have their own.
My goal is to stay around $1,000/mo without utilities included or $1,500/mo with utilities. I know that's below the average rent but I'm sure there are places out there. I can provide rental history, have a good credit score, and do have a co-signer if necessary. Thanks in advance for the help!
2023.06.07 21:03 tranquil_chaos_99 My Boyfriend Likes Going out In Women's Clothes and I'm Having Trouble Understanding It
My boyfriend and I met about four months ago through grindr. He has strongly masculine features, long black hair, broad shoulders, and looked like Brandon Lee in The Crow except with more of a twink body. For our first date, his friend Emelia had styled his hair and put light makeup on him. I found out later that she was hiding in one of the nearby tables at the beginning of the date to see how things went. I can't say I liked his look very much, but he was really nice and identified as a gay man, so I didn't make a big deal out of it. He wanted to know what I thought of a guy with long hair, wearing skirts, heels, and makeup. He told me that sometimes he likes to wear makeup and heels when he goes out. I told him that I don't find it attractive when a man wears women's clothes. He said that he doesn't think clothes have a gender. It didn't seem like a big deal, so we just moved on.
Over time, he showed me more photos of him in women's clothes. At first he just showed me some photos of him in heels or in skirt suits at bars. He made it sound like he only did this a few times and never wore anything more than that.
Later he showed a friend and I some pictures of him in mini-skirts with heels, belly shirts, makeup, and styled hair. It seemed like he was trying to show off to her how fashioable he can be. He said that he didn't show me these earlier because he didn't want to scare me off.
He says that he only started wearing women's clothes and growing his hair out a year ago after he met his friend Emelia, and then he made it sound like she was influencing him to dress this way. I've met Emelia three times and one time she wanted to know what I thought of his femenine side and another time she asked me in front of him if I'd seen "the real Joaquín" yet. He didn't want to discuss this with the three of us, so we didn't really get into it. Later he was irritated that she brought it up with me.
Eventually he cut his hair. There's been a lot of tension around it because he doesn't want Emelia to think that I'm influencing him. He doesn't really know how to maintain long hair, he complains about it a lot, and it frequently gets greasy and looks stringy and flat. He's adamant that women love it and tell him how great it looks. He has a close, accepting relationship with his sister and mother, and from what I can tell they both hate his long hair.
He is 28, has never had any gay friends, only interacts with gay men through grindr hookups/dates, and only dances with or makes out with women when he goes out to bars. He also does not like the sort of men he attracts when he dresses like this and is turned off by men who want him to dress like a woman during sex.
He really made it seem like he only dressed up like this a few times for fun. Then the other day he was showing me some pictures and we stumbled on a bunch of photos of him in dresses. He's at parties or bars with women in these photos. I literally cringed at them. He looked like Javier Bardam's character from No Country for Old Men in a skin tight, long sleeved black dress and heels. The bar he was at was filled with guys in shorts, t-shirts, and the occassional trucker cap. I can't honestly believe that women thought he looked good like this. I can image that they thought he was trans and were trying to be supportive.
It's also starting to feel like he wants a very heteronormative relationship where he's the woman and I'm the man. On the few occassions I've met his female friends, they treat him like one of the girls and me like a straight guy. He even suggested that I might like to play golf with his friend's husband. I don't play golf and hate sports. To get a sense of my interests, I've suggested that we try barre, take dance classes, join my friend at gay naked yoga, or go to more drag shows. One time they took me to meet Emelia's husband and his golf bros and I felt like I was expected to play it straight. When we're around other people, it feels like he wants to have a monopoly on being gay and tries to impress straight people with the novelty of his gay experiences.
After finding the latest batch of photos of him in women's clothes, I feel like he's not being honest with me. I can't point to any one thing he's said, but it feels like I've been lied to because each time I've seen photos of him in women's clothes, he makes it sound like I've seen all of it. At the very least, it seems like he's keeping this part of his life hidden from me. Since he won't even agree that skirts and dresses are women's clothes or articulate how he feels when he dresses in them, it feels a little like being gas lit. Part of me thinks he's not being honest with himself about his gender identity. Another part of me that thinks he's deeply insecure and dresses in women's clothes and only hangs around with women to get positive attention from them. And another part of me thinks that all the influencers he follows make him feel that he needs to dress like them when goes out, except he can't afford to so he just wears women's clothes that he borrows or gets at thrift shops. I really don't get it. If it's not a big deal, then why hasn't he been open about it all with me? Why was he worried about scaring me off? Why does he care what Emelia thinks about him cutting his hair? Why does she cryptically talk about "the real Joaquín?"
I really don't know how to feel after the last set of photos of him in dresses, and they're killing my sexual attraction to him. Clearly he was more into this than he let on. At this point, I'm starting to worry that he's waiting for us to get more serious before he does some big reveal, that if he waits long enough and makes me love him enough that I'll eventually find it attractive.
Am I overreacting here? Can anyone help me make sense of this?
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Over time, he showed me more photos of him in women's clothes. At first he just showed me some photos of him in heels or in skirt suits at bars. He made it sound like he only did this a few times and never wore anything more than that.
Later he showed a friend and I some pictures of him in mini-skirts with heels, belly shirts, makeup, and styled hair. It seemed like he was trying to show off to her how fashioable he can be. He said that he didn't show me these earlier because he didn't want to scare me off.
He says that he only started wearing women's clothes and growing his hair out a year ago after he met his friend Emelia, and then he made it sound like she was influencing him to dress this way. I've met Emelia three times and one time she wanted to know what I thought of his femenine side and another time she asked me in front of him if I'd seen "the real Joaquín" yet. He didn't want to discuss this with the three of us, so we didn't really get into it. Later he was irritated that she brought it up with me.
Eventually he cut his hair. There's been a lot of tension around it because he doesn't want Emelia to think that I'm influencing him. He doesn't really know how to maintain long hair, he complains about it a lot, and it frequently gets greasy and looks stringy and flat. He's adamant that women love it and tell him how great it looks. He has a close, accepting relationship with his sister and mother, and from what I can tell they both hate his long hair.
He is 28, has never had any gay friends, only interacts with gay men through grindr hookups/dates, and only dances with or makes out with women when he goes out to bars. He also does not like the sort of men he attracts when he dresses like this and is turned off by men who want him to dress like a woman during sex.
He really made it seem like he only dressed up like this a few times for fun. Then the other day he was showing me some pictures and we stumbled on a bunch of photos of him in dresses. He's at parties or bars with women in these photos. I literally cringed at them. He looked like Javier Bardam's character from No Country for Old Men in a skin tight, long sleeved black dress and heels. The bar he was at was filled with guys in shorts, t-shirts, and the occassional trucker cap. I can't honestly believe that women thought he looked good like this. I can image that they thought he was trans and were trying to be supportive.
It's also starting to feel like he wants a very heteronormative relationship where he's the woman and I'm the man. On the few occassions I've met his female friends, they treat him like one of the girls and me like a straight guy. He even suggested that I might like to play golf with his friend's husband. I don't play golf and hate sports. To get a sense of my interests, I've suggested that we try barre, take dance classes, join my friend at gay naked yoga, or go to more drag shows. One time they took me to meet Emelia's husband and his golf bros and I felt like I was expected to play it straight. When we're around other people, it feels like he wants to have a monopoly on being gay and tries to impress straight people with the novelty of his gay experiences.
After finding the latest batch of photos of him in women's clothes, I feel like he's not being honest with me. I can't point to any one thing he's said, but it feels like I've been lied to because each time I've seen photos of him in women's clothes, he makes it sound like I've seen all of it. At the very least, it seems like he's keeping this part of his life hidden from me. Since he won't even agree that skirts and dresses are women's clothes or articulate how he feels when he dresses in them, it feels a little like being gas lit. Part of me thinks he's not being honest with himself about his gender identity. Another part of me that thinks he's deeply insecure and dresses in women's clothes and only hangs around with women to get positive attention from them. And another part of me thinks that all the influencers he follows make him feel that he needs to dress like them when goes out, except he can't afford to so he just wears women's clothes that he borrows or gets at thrift shops. I really don't get it. If it's not a big deal, then why hasn't he been open about it all with me? Why was he worried about scaring me off? Why does he care what Emelia thinks about him cutting his hair? Why does she cryptically talk about "the real Joaquín?"
I really don't know how to feel after the last set of photos of him in dresses, and they're killing my sexual attraction to him. Clearly he was more into this than he let on. At this point, I'm starting to worry that he's waiting for us to get more serious before he does some big reveal, that if he waits long enough and makes me love him enough that I'll eventually find it attractive.
Am I overreacting here? Can anyone help me make sense of this?
2023.06.07 21:02 Erutious I was a lab assistant of sorts but now I'm trapped
First post- https://www.reddit.com/nosleep/comments/13wy7qb/i_was_a_lab_assistant_of_sorts/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3
Hey guys, I’m back again with an update.
It’s been a couple of days and the food is just about gone. Luckily, there’s a sink in the corner so I don’t have to worry about water. It tastes a little metaly but it hasn’t made me puke so I guess it’s fine. For some reason, there’s a bag of cat food in the corner so I guess if it comes down to it I can eat that.
Okay, now onto what you’re all really interested in.
The little potato dude is okay. He’s still a weird little guy, but I haven’t had to smash him yet. I know what he eats now, but that's getting ahead of myself a bit. We’ve come to an understanding but it definitely took us some time to get there.
The first day was the worst.
As I tried to find ways out of the little room, the little guy just kept screaming to be let out. The longer he screamed, the more he started to sound like a baby crying for food. I swear I could hear him through my headphones, and after they died, I was stuck with just the sound of him crying. I alternated between charging my phone and charging my earbud case, but sometimes I was still left listening to the little guy scream.
He cried till about midnight, and that's when I almost snapped.
I picked up the tank, now more like a fish tank and less like a jar, and stared through the glass at him. I must have been pretty scary because he stopped yelling and just stared back at me with his multiple eyes. He had so many, they were all over his body, and we had a little staring contest before I finally told him to shut up.
“Or else I will smash your little tank and squish you like a bug.”
He seemed to think about that, and when he nodded it was like his whole body nodding.
We had some silence after that as the two of us sat and made our little plans. I thought about calling campus security, but when I tried, they just thought I was goofing. I tried to explain to them where I was and what was going on, but they just told me not to play games and hung up on me. I tried 911 again, but they said the same thing. Heck, the lady on the 911 call threatened to call the police if I kept calling, and I told her to go right ahead. Maybe the police could find me better than campus security, but since they haven’t broken down the door yet, I guess not.
It was about three am when I finally thought to look at the tank and found him watching me.
“Well?” I asked, making the little guy jump, “Have you got any ideas?”
He seemed to think about it, but before he could say it, I cut him off.
“And don’t say let you out of the tank.”
“Fair enough,” he said, “In that case, I have nothing to add yet.”
“Terrific!” I said, putting my head in my hands and staring at the floor.
“Have you, perhaps, thought about vents or drains?”
I had, but they were all too small for me to climb into. There was a drain in the floor but I couldn’t even get a foot in there. The ventilation shafts were an idea, but most of them would be too snug for me. I’m a beefy guy, not muscular but kinda fat, and getting stuck in the vents sounded like a terrible way to die without anyone realizing it.
“Yeah, obviously. I’m too big to fit through those.”
“A problem I do not have.” the creature reminded me, more than a little smugly too.
“Back to that again,” I growled, “And what's to stop you from just leaving me hanging once you get out?”
The little dude didn’t say anything for a few minutes, contemplating his next move as I Googled like a madman. I was looking for blueprints for the college online since a place like this would have to have them filed. See, I’m not super smart when it comes to math and science, but I know a little bit about building permits and filing your blueprints with the city. If this place was built by the college, then it had to exist in the public sphere.
After an hour of looking with no results, I was ready to throw my phone down. I went and grabbed some kale chips out of the little fridge, munching them sullenly as I tried to come up with a plan. The little guy was back to looking at me again, and I couldn’t help but notice that something had changed. All the eyes on his body opened and closed but they were never all open at once. He also looked tired, maybe even a little pale. I looked down at the bag of chips and thought again about how I might have to feed this little guy at some point.
“Do you need to eat? It’s been about twenty-four hours since Doc was here, and I don’t think I’ve ever been here when he feeds you.”
The little creature pulled its lips up into a sad smile, “You couldn’t feed me what I want. I don’t eat normal food and you aren’t equipped to give me what I need.”
I started to get a little offended, “What's that supposed to mean?”
It looked at me, and I felt a little shudder ripple over my skin as it did.
“I feed on brain waves. Creative brain waves, to be precise. The Doctor feeds me by just being around me like his lab assistants did. You, however, don’t seem to create the same way he did. You look at your little device all the time and it makes your brain waves taste bland and unappetizing. That's why The Doctor’s Assistants kept getting headaches. The more they created, the more I fed. The Doctor doesn’t get them because his mind is like a wellspring. You, on the other hand, are incapable of nourishing me. You simply don’t think the same.”
I sat back, not sure whether to be happy that I couldn’t feed him or offended that he was sayin I was too dumb?
In the end, I guess I just decided to roll with it.
“Well, I guess we’re both stuck then. You need to eat brainwaves and I need to eat food. We can’t get either here, so what do we do about it?”
“Is there anything in here we could use to break open the door?” the creature asked hopefully.
“Checked already. There’s some lab equipment and the fridge, the table you're on, and the chair I’m sitting in. Other than that, not much. There are books, but none of them are gonna get us out of here.”
I kept searching on my phone for something that looked familiar in the blueprints, but it was getting frustrating.
“Ugh, if only I knew where we were. If I knew the name of the building I could find the right map or tell security where to find us!”
“Wait, is that all you need to get us out of here?” it asked, floating close to the side of the tank so it could look at me.
“Well yeah. If I knew where we were then I could tell security where we were stuck.”
“I know where we are,” it said, and it sounded less smug and more sinister when it said it.
I stared back at it for a few seconds, waiting for it to fill me in.
It sat there for a few seconds, waiting for me to ask the question.
“Well? Are you gonna tell me or what?”
“Why should I?” it said, “If I tell you, then you’ll just leave and I’ll be stuck here. What guarantee do I have that you won’t just leave me once you’ve gained your freedom.”
The little son of a bitch had me there. There would be nothing to stop me from just leaving him here to die in that tank. Without any brain wave to gobble, he’d shrivel up and die. Maybe that's what he deserved, but I just couldn’t bring myself to hate him like that. The little dude had never done me wrong, and I couldn’t mess up my karma by shafting him like that.
“I promise that if we get that door open, I’ll take you with me.”
“And release me?” he asked, hedging.
“Dude, if you get us out of here, I’ll take you to SeaWorld and release you, if that's what you want. The kale chips are going to run out soon, and if I starve, you are SOL little bud. You might not be able to eat my brain waves, but you can’t open your tank or dial my cell phone with those baby fingers either. Whether we like it or not, we kinda need each other right now.”
The creature nodded, bumping its little head against the side of the glass.
“Agreed. I will have to trust in your honor, I suppose.”
“Brah, I am chocked full of honor. I've never welched on a promise and I’m not gonna start now.”
“Very well then,” it said with a little smile, “The building is called Rashley Laboratories. At least that's what the assistants always thought of when they thought about it at all. One of them thought it was spooky when they walked through it to get here, and the images led me to believe that it might be abandoned.”
I already had the cell phone out and Googling as he finished. There was no Rashley Laboratories, but there was an R. Ashley Science Hall. It had been abandoned in the nineties after an explosion in the science wing, but the campus had never torn it down for some reason. It had been named a historic building in two thousand nine and while they had renovated the outside to make it prettier, the inside was pretty much untouched. Sounded like a great place for a secret lab and a covert experiment.
Campus security picked up on the second ring, and I sighed when I realized it was the same guy I had dealt with the night before.
“Campus security, Officer Rob speaking, how may I help you?”
“Hey, yeah, we talked last night before you hung up on me. I still,”
“Hey, I remember you. Are you still playing this game? This has got to be getting old by now.”
“Look, just listen. We’re…I’m stuck in the R. Ashley Science Hall and I need help.”
There was silence as he digested this.
“Okay, nice try, but that building has been closed for years. I’m pretty sure the doors never open. How exactly did you get in there, if you are actually stuck in there?”
“It’s hard to explain,” I said, looking at the little potato dude as I thought about how to start.
“I’ve got time, let's hear the whole story,” he said, pretending to be interested. To hell with it, I decided, might as well lay it all on the line.
“I’m sitting down here with Doctor Crandler’s experiment, the one who got arrested for buying stuff to make. He pays me to sit down here and watch it at night, but the door is locked and I need someone to let me out.”
The line was quiet for a few seconds, and then Officer Rob started laughing.
“Wow, great story. I love the little name drop, but I’m kind of busy to be going down to an abandoned building and tromping through dust right now, why don’t you call back when,”
“Fine,” I said, deciding to take another direction, “maybe I’ll just call the Feds and let them know that I have a highly illegal experiment that Doctor Crandler was working on and that the college was probably helping to fund. Then, when they ask why campus security didn’t take the call, you can tell them how you thought it was a big joke and didn’t look into it. That's probably going to make you look really great.”
There was silence for a minute, then a big sigh from Rob.
“Okay, kid. It’s at least worth a look, I guess. Give me your cell phone number so I can call you from my security phone when I get there. You can help me find you since you’re so lost.”
I looked back at the potato dude, putting my hand over the phone as I whispered, “Got any other ideas about how to find us?”
He looked like he was thinking, before nodding and saying he could probably guide him to us.
So that's where we’re at now. Help seems to be on the way, and I’m updating you guys as I wait for the security dude to call back. I’ll post again when I have an update so stay tuned for more news. Wish me luck, hopefully, we make it out of here pretty soon cause one more kale chip and I might need a barf bucket.
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Hey guys, I’m back again with an update.
It’s been a couple of days and the food is just about gone. Luckily, there’s a sink in the corner so I don’t have to worry about water. It tastes a little metaly but it hasn’t made me puke so I guess it’s fine. For some reason, there’s a bag of cat food in the corner so I guess if it comes down to it I can eat that.
Okay, now onto what you’re all really interested in.
The little potato dude is okay. He’s still a weird little guy, but I haven’t had to smash him yet. I know what he eats now, but that's getting ahead of myself a bit. We’ve come to an understanding but it definitely took us some time to get there.
The first day was the worst.
As I tried to find ways out of the little room, the little guy just kept screaming to be let out. The longer he screamed, the more he started to sound like a baby crying for food. I swear I could hear him through my headphones, and after they died, I was stuck with just the sound of him crying. I alternated between charging my phone and charging my earbud case, but sometimes I was still left listening to the little guy scream.
He cried till about midnight, and that's when I almost snapped.
I picked up the tank, now more like a fish tank and less like a jar, and stared through the glass at him. I must have been pretty scary because he stopped yelling and just stared back at me with his multiple eyes. He had so many, they were all over his body, and we had a little staring contest before I finally told him to shut up.
“Or else I will smash your little tank and squish you like a bug.”
He seemed to think about that, and when he nodded it was like his whole body nodding.
We had some silence after that as the two of us sat and made our little plans. I thought about calling campus security, but when I tried, they just thought I was goofing. I tried to explain to them where I was and what was going on, but they just told me not to play games and hung up on me. I tried 911 again, but they said the same thing. Heck, the lady on the 911 call threatened to call the police if I kept calling, and I told her to go right ahead. Maybe the police could find me better than campus security, but since they haven’t broken down the door yet, I guess not.
It was about three am when I finally thought to look at the tank and found him watching me.
“Well?” I asked, making the little guy jump, “Have you got any ideas?”
He seemed to think about it, but before he could say it, I cut him off.
“And don’t say let you out of the tank.”
“Fair enough,” he said, “In that case, I have nothing to add yet.”
“Terrific!” I said, putting my head in my hands and staring at the floor.
“Have you, perhaps, thought about vents or drains?”
I had, but they were all too small for me to climb into. There was a drain in the floor but I couldn’t even get a foot in there. The ventilation shafts were an idea, but most of them would be too snug for me. I’m a beefy guy, not muscular but kinda fat, and getting stuck in the vents sounded like a terrible way to die without anyone realizing it.
“Yeah, obviously. I’m too big to fit through those.”
“A problem I do not have.” the creature reminded me, more than a little smugly too.
“Back to that again,” I growled, “And what's to stop you from just leaving me hanging once you get out?”
The little dude didn’t say anything for a few minutes, contemplating his next move as I Googled like a madman. I was looking for blueprints for the college online since a place like this would have to have them filed. See, I’m not super smart when it comes to math and science, but I know a little bit about building permits and filing your blueprints with the city. If this place was built by the college, then it had to exist in the public sphere.
After an hour of looking with no results, I was ready to throw my phone down. I went and grabbed some kale chips out of the little fridge, munching them sullenly as I tried to come up with a plan. The little guy was back to looking at me again, and I couldn’t help but notice that something had changed. All the eyes on his body opened and closed but they were never all open at once. He also looked tired, maybe even a little pale. I looked down at the bag of chips and thought again about how I might have to feed this little guy at some point.
“Do you need to eat? It’s been about twenty-four hours since Doc was here, and I don’t think I’ve ever been here when he feeds you.”
The little creature pulled its lips up into a sad smile, “You couldn’t feed me what I want. I don’t eat normal food and you aren’t equipped to give me what I need.”
I started to get a little offended, “What's that supposed to mean?”
It looked at me, and I felt a little shudder ripple over my skin as it did.
“I feed on brain waves. Creative brain waves, to be precise. The Doctor feeds me by just being around me like his lab assistants did. You, however, don’t seem to create the same way he did. You look at your little device all the time and it makes your brain waves taste bland and unappetizing. That's why The Doctor’s Assistants kept getting headaches. The more they created, the more I fed. The Doctor doesn’t get them because his mind is like a wellspring. You, on the other hand, are incapable of nourishing me. You simply don’t think the same.”
I sat back, not sure whether to be happy that I couldn’t feed him or offended that he was sayin I was too dumb?
In the end, I guess I just decided to roll with it.
“Well, I guess we’re both stuck then. You need to eat brainwaves and I need to eat food. We can’t get either here, so what do we do about it?”
“Is there anything in here we could use to break open the door?” the creature asked hopefully.
“Checked already. There’s some lab equipment and the fridge, the table you're on, and the chair I’m sitting in. Other than that, not much. There are books, but none of them are gonna get us out of here.”
I kept searching on my phone for something that looked familiar in the blueprints, but it was getting frustrating.
“Ugh, if only I knew where we were. If I knew the name of the building I could find the right map or tell security where to find us!”
“Wait, is that all you need to get us out of here?” it asked, floating close to the side of the tank so it could look at me.
“Well yeah. If I knew where we were then I could tell security where we were stuck.”
“I know where we are,” it said, and it sounded less smug and more sinister when it said it.
I stared back at it for a few seconds, waiting for it to fill me in.
It sat there for a few seconds, waiting for me to ask the question.
“Well? Are you gonna tell me or what?”
“Why should I?” it said, “If I tell you, then you’ll just leave and I’ll be stuck here. What guarantee do I have that you won’t just leave me once you’ve gained your freedom.”
The little son of a bitch had me there. There would be nothing to stop me from just leaving him here to die in that tank. Without any brain wave to gobble, he’d shrivel up and die. Maybe that's what he deserved, but I just couldn’t bring myself to hate him like that. The little dude had never done me wrong, and I couldn’t mess up my karma by shafting him like that.
“I promise that if we get that door open, I’ll take you with me.”
“And release me?” he asked, hedging.
“Dude, if you get us out of here, I’ll take you to SeaWorld and release you, if that's what you want. The kale chips are going to run out soon, and if I starve, you are SOL little bud. You might not be able to eat my brain waves, but you can’t open your tank or dial my cell phone with those baby fingers either. Whether we like it or not, we kinda need each other right now.”
The creature nodded, bumping its little head against the side of the glass.
“Agreed. I will have to trust in your honor, I suppose.”
“Brah, I am chocked full of honor. I've never welched on a promise and I’m not gonna start now.”
“Very well then,” it said with a little smile, “The building is called Rashley Laboratories. At least that's what the assistants always thought of when they thought about it at all. One of them thought it was spooky when they walked through it to get here, and the images led me to believe that it might be abandoned.”
I already had the cell phone out and Googling as he finished. There was no Rashley Laboratories, but there was an R. Ashley Science Hall. It had been abandoned in the nineties after an explosion in the science wing, but the campus had never torn it down for some reason. It had been named a historic building in two thousand nine and while they had renovated the outside to make it prettier, the inside was pretty much untouched. Sounded like a great place for a secret lab and a covert experiment.
Campus security picked up on the second ring, and I sighed when I realized it was the same guy I had dealt with the night before.
“Campus security, Officer Rob speaking, how may I help you?”
“Hey, yeah, we talked last night before you hung up on me. I still,”
“Hey, I remember you. Are you still playing this game? This has got to be getting old by now.”
“Look, just listen. We’re…I’m stuck in the R. Ashley Science Hall and I need help.”
There was silence as he digested this.
“Okay, nice try, but that building has been closed for years. I’m pretty sure the doors never open. How exactly did you get in there, if you are actually stuck in there?”
“It’s hard to explain,” I said, looking at the little potato dude as I thought about how to start.
“I’ve got time, let's hear the whole story,” he said, pretending to be interested. To hell with it, I decided, might as well lay it all on the line.
“I’m sitting down here with Doctor Crandler’s experiment, the one who got arrested for buying stuff to make. He pays me to sit down here and watch it at night, but the door is locked and I need someone to let me out.”
The line was quiet for a few seconds, and then Officer Rob started laughing.
“Wow, great story. I love the little name drop, but I’m kind of busy to be going down to an abandoned building and tromping through dust right now, why don’t you call back when,”
“Fine,” I said, deciding to take another direction, “maybe I’ll just call the Feds and let them know that I have a highly illegal experiment that Doctor Crandler was working on and that the college was probably helping to fund. Then, when they ask why campus security didn’t take the call, you can tell them how you thought it was a big joke and didn’t look into it. That's probably going to make you look really great.”
There was silence for a minute, then a big sigh from Rob.
“Okay, kid. It’s at least worth a look, I guess. Give me your cell phone number so I can call you from my security phone when I get there. You can help me find you since you’re so lost.”
I looked back at the potato dude, putting my hand over the phone as I whispered, “Got any other ideas about how to find us?”
He looked like he was thinking, before nodding and saying he could probably guide him to us.
So that's where we’re at now. Help seems to be on the way, and I’m updating you guys as I wait for the security dude to call back. I’ll post again when I have an update so stay tuned for more news. Wish me luck, hopefully, we make it out of here pretty soon cause one more kale chip and I might need a barf bucket.
2023.06.07 21:02 Erutious I was a lab assistant of sorts but now I'm trapped
First post- https://www.reddit.com/nosleep/comments/13wy7qb/i_was_a_lab_assistant_of_sorts/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3
Hey guys, I’m back again with an update.
It’s been a couple of days and the food is just about gone. Luckily, there’s a sink in the corner so I don’t have to worry about water. It tastes a little metaly but it hasn’t made me puke so I guess it’s fine. For some reason, there’s a bag of cat food in the corner so I guess if it comes down to it I can eat that.
Okay, now onto what you’re all really interested in.
The little potato dude is okay. He’s still a weird little guy, but I haven’t had to smash him yet. I know what he eats now, but that's getting ahead of myself a bit. We’ve come to an understanding but it definitely took us some time to get there.
The first day was the worst.
As I tried to find ways out of the little room, the little guy just kept screaming to be let out. The longer he screamed, the more he started to sound like a baby crying for food. I swear I could hear him through my headphones, and after they died, I was stuck with just the sound of him crying. I alternated between charging my phone and charging my earbud case, but sometimes I was still left listening to the little guy scream.
He cried till about midnight, and that's when I almost snapped.
I picked up the tank, now more like a fish tank and less like a jar, and stared through the glass at him. I must have been pretty scary because he stopped yelling and just stared back at me with his multiple eyes. He had so many, they were all over his body, and we had a little staring contest before I finally told him to shut up.
“Or else I will smash your little tank and squish you like a bug.”
He seemed to think about that, and when he nodded it was like his whole body nodding.
We had some silence after that as the two of us sat and made our little plans. I thought about calling campus security, but when I tried, they just thought I was goofing. I tried to explain to them where I was and what was going on, but they just told me not to play games and hung up on me. I tried 911 again, but they said the same thing. Heck, the lady on the 911 call threatened to call the police if I kept calling, and I told her to go right ahead. Maybe the police could find me better than campus security, but since they haven’t broken down the door yet, I guess not.
It was about three am when I finally thought to look at the tank and found him watching me.
“Well?” I asked, making the little guy jump, “Have you got any ideas?”
He seemed to think about it, but before he could say it, I cut him off.
“And don’t say let you out of the tank.”
“Fair enough,” he said, “In that case, I have nothing to add yet.”
“Terrific!” I said, putting my head in my hands and staring at the floor.
“Have you, perhaps, thought about vents or drains?”
I had, but they were all too small for me to climb into. There was a drain in the floor but I couldn’t even get a foot in there. The ventilation shafts were an idea, but most of them would be too snug for me. I’m a beefy guy, not muscular but kinda fat, and getting stuck in the vents sounded like a terrible way to die without anyone realizing it.
“Yeah, obviously. I’m too big to fit through those.”
“A problem I do not have.” the creature reminded me, more than a little smugly too.
“Back to that again,” I growled, “And what's to stop you from just leaving me hanging once you get out?”
The little dude didn’t say anything for a few minutes, contemplating his next move as I Googled like a madman. I was looking for blueprints for the college online since a place like this would have to have them filed. See, I’m not super smart when it comes to math and science, but I know a little bit about building permits and filing your blueprints with the city. If this place was built by the college, then it had to exist in the public sphere.
After an hour of looking with no results, I was ready to throw my phone down. I went and grabbed some kale chips out of the little fridge, munching them sullenly as I tried to come up with a plan. The little guy was back to looking at me again, and I couldn’t help but notice that something had changed. All the eyes on his body opened and closed but they were never all open at once. He also looked tired, maybe even a little pale. I looked down at the bag of chips and thought again about how I might have to feed this little guy at some point.
“Do you need to eat? It’s been about twenty-four hours since Doc was here, and I don’t think I’ve ever been here when he feeds you.”
The little creature pulled its lips up into a sad smile, “You couldn’t feed me what I want. I don’t eat normal food and you aren’t equipped to give me what I need.”
I started to get a little offended, “What's that supposed to mean?”
It looked at me, and I felt a little shudder ripple over my skin as it did.
“I feed on brain waves. Creative brain waves, to be precise. The Doctor feeds me by just being around me like his lab assistants did. You, however, don’t seem to create the same way he did. You look at your little device all the time and it makes your brain waves taste bland and unappetizing. That's why The Doctor’s Assistants kept getting headaches. The more they created, the more I fed. The Doctor doesn’t get them because his mind is like a wellspring. You, on the other hand, are incapable of nourishing me. You simply don’t think the same.”
I sat back, not sure whether to be happy that I couldn’t feed him or offended that he was sayin I was too dumb?
In the end, I guess I just decided to roll with it.
“Well, I guess we’re both stuck then. You need to eat brainwaves and I need to eat food. We can’t get either here, so what do we do about it?”
“Is there anything in here we could use to break open the door?” the creature asked hopefully.
“Checked already. There’s some lab equipment and the fridge, the table you're on, and the chair I’m sitting in. Other than that, not much. There are books, but none of them are gonna get us out of here.”
I kept searching on my phone for something that looked familiar in the blueprints, but it was getting frustrating.
“Ugh, if only I knew where we were. If I knew the name of the building I could find the right map or tell security where to find us!”
“Wait, is that all you need to get us out of here?” it asked, floating close to the side of the tank so it could look at me.
“Well yeah. If I knew where we were then I could tell security where we were stuck.”
“I know where we are,” it said, and it sounded less smug and more sinister when it said it.
I stared back at it for a few seconds, waiting for it to fill me in.
It sat there for a few seconds, waiting for me to ask the question.
“Well? Are you gonna tell me or what?”
“Why should I?” it said, “If I tell you, then you’ll just leave and I’ll be stuck here. What guarantee do I have that you won’t just leave me once you’ve gained your freedom.”
The little son of a bitch had me there. There would be nothing to stop me from just leaving him here to die in that tank. Without any brain wave to gobble, he’d shrivel up and die. Maybe that's what he deserved, but I just couldn’t bring myself to hate him like that. The little dude had never done me wrong, and I couldn’t mess up my karma by shafting him like that.
“I promise that if we get that door open, I’ll take you with me.”
“And release me?” he asked, hedging.
“Dude, if you get us out of here, I’ll take you to SeaWorld and release you, if that's what you want. The kale chips are going to run out soon, and if I starve, you are SOL little bud. You might not be able to eat my brain waves, but you can’t open your tank or dial my cell phone with those baby fingers either. Whether we like it or not, we kinda need each other right now.”
The creature nodded, bumping its little head against the side of the glass.
“Agreed. I will have to trust in your honor, I suppose.”
“Brah, I am chocked full of honor. I've never welched on a promise and I’m not gonna start now.”
“Very well then,” it said with a little smile, “The building is called Rashley Laboratories. At least that's what the assistants always thought of when they thought about it at all. One of them thought it was spooky when they walked through it to get here, and the images led me to believe that it might be abandoned.”
I already had the cell phone out and Googling as he finished. There was no Rashley Laboratories, but there was an R. Ashley Science Hall. It had been abandoned in the nineties after an explosion in the science wing, but the campus had never torn it down for some reason. It had been named a historic building in two thousand nine and while they had renovated the outside to make it prettier, the inside was pretty much untouched. Sounded like a great place for a secret lab and a covert experiment.
Campus security picked up on the second ring, and I sighed when I realized it was the same guy I had dealt with the night before.
“Campus security, Officer Rob speaking, how may I help you?”
“Hey, yeah, we talked last night before you hung up on me. I still,”
“Hey, I remember you. Are you still playing this game? This has got to be getting old by now.”
“Look, just listen. We’re…I’m stuck in the R. Ashley Science Hall and I need help.”
There was silence as he digested this.
“Okay, nice try, but that building has been closed for years. I’m pretty sure the doors never open. How exactly did you get in there, if you are actually stuck in there?”
“It’s hard to explain,” I said, looking at the little potato dude as I thought about how to start.
“I’ve got time, let's hear the whole story,” he said, pretending to be interested. To hell with it, I decided, might as well lay it all on the line.
“I’m sitting down here with Doctor Crandler’s experiment, the one who got arrested for buying stuff to make. He pays me to sit down here and watch it at night, but the door is locked and I need someone to let me out.”
The line was quiet for a few seconds, and then Officer Rob started laughing.
“Wow, great story. I love the little name drop, but I’m kind of busy to be going down to an abandoned building and tromping through dust right now, why don’t you call back when,”
“Fine,” I said, deciding to take another direction, “maybe I’ll just call the Feds and let them know that I have a highly illegal experiment that Doctor Crandler was working on and that the college was probably helping to fund. Then, when they ask why campus security didn’t take the call, you can tell them how you thought it was a big joke and didn’t look into it. That's probably going to make you look really great.”
There was silence for a minute, then a big sigh from Rob.
“Okay, kid. It’s at least worth a look, I guess. Give me your cell phone number so I can call you from my security phone when I get there. You can help me find you since you’re so lost.”
I looked back at the potato dude, putting my hand over the phone as I whispered, “Got any other ideas about how to find us?”
He looked like he was thinking, before nodding and saying he could probably guide him to us.
So that's where we’re at now. Help seems to be on the way, and I’m updating you guys as I wait for the security dude to call back. I’ll post again when I have an update so stay tuned for more news. Wish me luck, hopefully, we make it out of here pretty soon cause one more kale chip and I might need a barf bucket.
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Hey guys, I’m back again with an update.
It’s been a couple of days and the food is just about gone. Luckily, there’s a sink in the corner so I don’t have to worry about water. It tastes a little metaly but it hasn’t made me puke so I guess it’s fine. For some reason, there’s a bag of cat food in the corner so I guess if it comes down to it I can eat that.
Okay, now onto what you’re all really interested in.
The little potato dude is okay. He’s still a weird little guy, but I haven’t had to smash him yet. I know what he eats now, but that's getting ahead of myself a bit. We’ve come to an understanding but it definitely took us some time to get there.
The first day was the worst.
As I tried to find ways out of the little room, the little guy just kept screaming to be let out. The longer he screamed, the more he started to sound like a baby crying for food. I swear I could hear him through my headphones, and after they died, I was stuck with just the sound of him crying. I alternated between charging my phone and charging my earbud case, but sometimes I was still left listening to the little guy scream.
He cried till about midnight, and that's when I almost snapped.
I picked up the tank, now more like a fish tank and less like a jar, and stared through the glass at him. I must have been pretty scary because he stopped yelling and just stared back at me with his multiple eyes. He had so many, they were all over his body, and we had a little staring contest before I finally told him to shut up.
“Or else I will smash your little tank and squish you like a bug.”
He seemed to think about that, and when he nodded it was like his whole body nodding.
We had some silence after that as the two of us sat and made our little plans. I thought about calling campus security, but when I tried, they just thought I was goofing. I tried to explain to them where I was and what was going on, but they just told me not to play games and hung up on me. I tried 911 again, but they said the same thing. Heck, the lady on the 911 call threatened to call the police if I kept calling, and I told her to go right ahead. Maybe the police could find me better than campus security, but since they haven’t broken down the door yet, I guess not.
It was about three am when I finally thought to look at the tank and found him watching me.
“Well?” I asked, making the little guy jump, “Have you got any ideas?”
He seemed to think about it, but before he could say it, I cut him off.
“And don’t say let you out of the tank.”
“Fair enough,” he said, “In that case, I have nothing to add yet.”
“Terrific!” I said, putting my head in my hands and staring at the floor.
“Have you, perhaps, thought about vents or drains?”
I had, but they were all too small for me to climb into. There was a drain in the floor but I couldn’t even get a foot in there. The ventilation shafts were an idea, but most of them would be too snug for me. I’m a beefy guy, not muscular but kinda fat, and getting stuck in the vents sounded like a terrible way to die without anyone realizing it.
“Yeah, obviously. I’m too big to fit through those.”
“A problem I do not have.” the creature reminded me, more than a little smugly too.
“Back to that again,” I growled, “And what's to stop you from just leaving me hanging once you get out?”
The little dude didn’t say anything for a few minutes, contemplating his next move as I Googled like a madman. I was looking for blueprints for the college online since a place like this would have to have them filed. See, I’m not super smart when it comes to math and science, but I know a little bit about building permits and filing your blueprints with the city. If this place was built by the college, then it had to exist in the public sphere.
After an hour of looking with no results, I was ready to throw my phone down. I went and grabbed some kale chips out of the little fridge, munching them sullenly as I tried to come up with a plan. The little guy was back to looking at me again, and I couldn’t help but notice that something had changed. All the eyes on his body opened and closed but they were never all open at once. He also looked tired, maybe even a little pale. I looked down at the bag of chips and thought again about how I might have to feed this little guy at some point.
“Do you need to eat? It’s been about twenty-four hours since Doc was here, and I don’t think I’ve ever been here when he feeds you.”
The little creature pulled its lips up into a sad smile, “You couldn’t feed me what I want. I don’t eat normal food and you aren’t equipped to give me what I need.”
I started to get a little offended, “What's that supposed to mean?”
It looked at me, and I felt a little shudder ripple over my skin as it did.
“I feed on brain waves. Creative brain waves, to be precise. The Doctor feeds me by just being around me like his lab assistants did. You, however, don’t seem to create the same way he did. You look at your little device all the time and it makes your brain waves taste bland and unappetizing. That's why The Doctor’s Assistants kept getting headaches. The more they created, the more I fed. The Doctor doesn’t get them because his mind is like a wellspring. You, on the other hand, are incapable of nourishing me. You simply don’t think the same.”
I sat back, not sure whether to be happy that I couldn’t feed him or offended that he was sayin I was too dumb?
In the end, I guess I just decided to roll with it.
“Well, I guess we’re both stuck then. You need to eat brainwaves and I need to eat food. We can’t get either here, so what do we do about it?”
“Is there anything in here we could use to break open the door?” the creature asked hopefully.
“Checked already. There’s some lab equipment and the fridge, the table you're on, and the chair I’m sitting in. Other than that, not much. There are books, but none of them are gonna get us out of here.”
I kept searching on my phone for something that looked familiar in the blueprints, but it was getting frustrating.
“Ugh, if only I knew where we were. If I knew the name of the building I could find the right map or tell security where to find us!”
“Wait, is that all you need to get us out of here?” it asked, floating close to the side of the tank so it could look at me.
“Well yeah. If I knew where we were then I could tell security where we were stuck.”
“I know where we are,” it said, and it sounded less smug and more sinister when it said it.
I stared back at it for a few seconds, waiting for it to fill me in.
It sat there for a few seconds, waiting for me to ask the question.
“Well? Are you gonna tell me or what?”
“Why should I?” it said, “If I tell you, then you’ll just leave and I’ll be stuck here. What guarantee do I have that you won’t just leave me once you’ve gained your freedom.”
The little son of a bitch had me there. There would be nothing to stop me from just leaving him here to die in that tank. Without any brain wave to gobble, he’d shrivel up and die. Maybe that's what he deserved, but I just couldn’t bring myself to hate him like that. The little dude had never done me wrong, and I couldn’t mess up my karma by shafting him like that.
“I promise that if we get that door open, I’ll take you with me.”
“And release me?” he asked, hedging.
“Dude, if you get us out of here, I’ll take you to SeaWorld and release you, if that's what you want. The kale chips are going to run out soon, and if I starve, you are SOL little bud. You might not be able to eat my brain waves, but you can’t open your tank or dial my cell phone with those baby fingers either. Whether we like it or not, we kinda need each other right now.”
The creature nodded, bumping its little head against the side of the glass.
“Agreed. I will have to trust in your honor, I suppose.”
“Brah, I am chocked full of honor. I've never welched on a promise and I’m not gonna start now.”
“Very well then,” it said with a little smile, “The building is called Rashley Laboratories. At least that's what the assistants always thought of when they thought about it at all. One of them thought it was spooky when they walked through it to get here, and the images led me to believe that it might be abandoned.”
I already had the cell phone out and Googling as he finished. There was no Rashley Laboratories, but there was an R. Ashley Science Hall. It had been abandoned in the nineties after an explosion in the science wing, but the campus had never torn it down for some reason. It had been named a historic building in two thousand nine and while they had renovated the outside to make it prettier, the inside was pretty much untouched. Sounded like a great place for a secret lab and a covert experiment.
Campus security picked up on the second ring, and I sighed when I realized it was the same guy I had dealt with the night before.
“Campus security, Officer Rob speaking, how may I help you?”
“Hey, yeah, we talked last night before you hung up on me. I still,”
“Hey, I remember you. Are you still playing this game? This has got to be getting old by now.”
“Look, just listen. We’re…I’m stuck in the R. Ashley Science Hall and I need help.”
There was silence as he digested this.
“Okay, nice try, but that building has been closed for years. I’m pretty sure the doors never open. How exactly did you get in there, if you are actually stuck in there?”
“It’s hard to explain,” I said, looking at the little potato dude as I thought about how to start.
“I’ve got time, let's hear the whole story,” he said, pretending to be interested. To hell with it, I decided, might as well lay it all on the line.
“I’m sitting down here with Doctor Crandler’s experiment, the one who got arrested for buying stuff to make. He pays me to sit down here and watch it at night, but the door is locked and I need someone to let me out.”
The line was quiet for a few seconds, and then Officer Rob started laughing.
“Wow, great story. I love the little name drop, but I’m kind of busy to be going down to an abandoned building and tromping through dust right now, why don’t you call back when,”
“Fine,” I said, deciding to take another direction, “maybe I’ll just call the Feds and let them know that I have a highly illegal experiment that Doctor Crandler was working on and that the college was probably helping to fund. Then, when they ask why campus security didn’t take the call, you can tell them how you thought it was a big joke and didn’t look into it. That's probably going to make you look really great.”
There was silence for a minute, then a big sigh from Rob.
“Okay, kid. It’s at least worth a look, I guess. Give me your cell phone number so I can call you from my security phone when I get there. You can help me find you since you’re so lost.”
I looked back at the potato dude, putting my hand over the phone as I whispered, “Got any other ideas about how to find us?”
He looked like he was thinking, before nodding and saying he could probably guide him to us.
So that's where we’re at now. Help seems to be on the way, and I’m updating you guys as I wait for the security dude to call back. I’ll post again when I have an update so stay tuned for more news. Wish me luck, hopefully, we make it out of here pretty soon cause one more kale chip and I might need a barf bucket.
2023.06.07 21:02 whoslxy Combined science tuition
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