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Thinking about living or visiting Chiang Mia in Northern Thailand? This subreddit is for posting information or questions about this magical city.
2012.11.08 23:19 Cookizza For love of The FrogMan
Who doesn't love The Frogman? He gets it.
2023.03.25 06:24 Agreeable_Fruit7563 Am I wrong for being angry?
I’m permanently bed bound, live in the dark; do not see my family or friends and cannot have visitors as I have severe ME/CFS.
I can handle most of the time seeing photos of my family, husband and friends living their lives but admit it sometimes gets to me.
My family have gotten into the routine of asking me if I’d like to see photos of the birthdays, events, bbqs, Easter, Christmas, holidays, travelling etc that they all attend together and that I miss out on.
For that I appreciate that they think of me and are courtesy and compassionate in their approach. (Not all of them do but most of them do).
There is one night a year I cannot handle photos. It’s my husbands birthday dinner with his family. I simply cannot handle it. I can handle photos of him out golfing or traveling or working or whatever he’s doing… but for his birthday, I cannot handle not being a part of it.
On his last birthday, my husband specifically asked my mother in law not to send me any photos of their evening.
So what does she do? Sends them.
So my husband asks her why she would do that and she wrote “ooops” and when he told her it was really disrespectful she said “can’t talk gotta go to training at work”.
So I sent her a long message myself stating that I really appreciate her wanting to include me but that it was really hard to see birthday photos when I should be there and I’d appreciate if she wouldn’t include me in that because it’s really hard for my mental health.
Her response was “👍🏻”
Since then she hasn’t talked to me.
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I can handle most of the time seeing photos of my family, husband and friends living their lives but admit it sometimes gets to me.
My family have gotten into the routine of asking me if I’d like to see photos of the birthdays, events, bbqs, Easter, Christmas, holidays, travelling etc that they all attend together and that I miss out on.
For that I appreciate that they think of me and are courtesy and compassionate in their approach. (Not all of them do but most of them do).
There is one night a year I cannot handle photos. It’s my husbands birthday dinner with his family. I simply cannot handle it. I can handle photos of him out golfing or traveling or working or whatever he’s doing… but for his birthday, I cannot handle not being a part of it.
On his last birthday, my husband specifically asked my mother in law not to send me any photos of their evening.
So what does she do? Sends them.
So my husband asks her why she would do that and she wrote “ooops” and when he told her it was really disrespectful she said “can’t talk gotta go to training at work”.
So I sent her a long message myself stating that I really appreciate her wanting to include me but that it was really hard to see birthday photos when I should be there and I’d appreciate if she wouldn’t include me in that because it’s really hard for my mental health.
Her response was “👍🏻”
Since then she hasn’t talked to me.
2023.03.25 06:16 TerpDurper Couldn’t believe how bad the factory clip on the para 3 was… got my Lynch NW in the mail yesterday and not only does it carry beautifully now but the ergos improved drastically as well 🔥
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2023.03.25 06:14 nemandatode Any other DM's improv to the point that their campaign goes a little off the rails?
So me and my table really enjoy a bit of improving, and they do some things that are so out of the box that I often need to follow along.. but tonight I took the improv thing to wild levels.
They were confronting the arc's BBEG tonight, a wizard who dabbles in both teleportation and necromancy.. the confrontation took place in his laboratory, where he had a portal that worked in a semi-magic, semi -technological sort of way.. the session was going good and everyone was having fun, decent challenge level for everyone when my players did something I wasn't 100% expecting - one of them hit all the buttons for the portal as the BBEG attempted to escape, sending him to a quite nasty plane (I rolled a 1 for his 'check how close he landed to where it was set to before').
His zombie assistants had been trying to re-set the machine since before he hopped in the gate.. and they were rolling VERY badly.. I thought 'maybe something goofy should happen if they happen to roll below 5 five times in a row, but no way that will happen'. Well, it happened.. so I had the gate break apart and transport them to a random location on Faerun.. what was intended to be a campaign set solely in the sword mountains is now taking place on East Faerun as well 😅, and the cult issue they were dealing with will have to be a little more...world wide.. in scope 😂
Does any one else end up taking their sessions/campaigns in wacky directions based on a whim/the dice rolls?
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They were confronting the arc's BBEG tonight, a wizard who dabbles in both teleportation and necromancy.. the confrontation took place in his laboratory, where he had a portal that worked in a semi-magic, semi -technological sort of way.. the session was going good and everyone was having fun, decent challenge level for everyone when my players did something I wasn't 100% expecting - one of them hit all the buttons for the portal as the BBEG attempted to escape, sending him to a quite nasty plane (I rolled a 1 for his 'check how close he landed to where it was set to before').
His zombie assistants had been trying to re-set the machine since before he hopped in the gate.. and they were rolling VERY badly.. I thought 'maybe something goofy should happen if they happen to roll below 5 five times in a row, but no way that will happen'. Well, it happened.. so I had the gate break apart and transport them to a random location on Faerun.. what was intended to be a campaign set solely in the sword mountains is now taking place on East Faerun as well 😅, and the cult issue they were dealing with will have to be a little more...world wide.. in scope 😂
Does any one else end up taking their sessions/campaigns in wacky directions based on a whim/the dice rolls?
2023.03.25 06:12 Dilly_03 Medical profession looking to switch in data science [pursue or not...]
I'm a medical graduate done UG in Nuclearmedicine technology fascinated by data science actually looking for an oppertunity to transist into data science field done few online Certification DS (don't have solid technical background but having a good foundation in statistics and probability) and few kaggle projects. I applied for lots of entry level DS related jobs. But Its hitting hard that I'm not even getting a single interview or respond from recruiter side. Now I almost lost the spark to thrive into DS field. Should I continue to send cold mails or should I apply for masters in DS in Some top reputed universities [OR] Should I look for jobs in my current field itself., Somebody please guide me.
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2023.03.25 06:11 KittenDealinMama I made a trigger list for my friend and I think it's going to break our friendship
Originally posted by u/according_clock9220 in TrueOffMyChest on Mar 12, '23, updated Mar 17th.
Fun fact to avoid spoilers:
Did you know, Giraffes have a prehensile tongue? It means their tongues have fine muscular control, which allows them to grasp and hold things. A giraffe's tongue is also the strongest of any animal, and it can be up to 18 inches long! They are also the tallest living animal and the largest ruminant (omnivorous grazing mammal) on Earth.
Trigger Warning: mental health, trauma, mentions of childhood abuse and self harm
Original post I made a trigger list for my friend and I think it's going to break our friendship
Obvious trigger warning mentions of abuse.
I (M) have a friend (F) I've known for years. She came from an abusive family and has had abusive ex-boyfriends one after another. Until she finally met her current boyfriend.
He has tried to be understanding of her but he was at the end of his rope. My friend has all sorts of trauma she needs to deal with. Personally I think she shouldn't be in relationships until she's faced her trauma. (Personal thought it is not something I ever vocalized).
I'll give you some examples...
She hyperventilated when she broke his mug. (Had an ex that got violent when she accidentally broke his things)
She freaked out when her boyfriend mentioned he plays darts (her brother used to throw darts at her for fun I think she got hit once on her foot)
She packed up her things when her boyfriend brought home a specific brand of detergent. Her parents would use that brand to burn her eyes or wash her mouth with soap.
Anyway I made a list of all her triggers. What not to do and what to do (such as when she's cleaning to leave her alone). I never explained what were the reasons for the triggers/ the do's or don't. I figure that was a discussion for the two of them.
Anyway fast forward to three months their relationship got better until something triggered her that wasn't in the list. Her boyfriend panicked, asked her what to do as the situation wasn't in the list.
When she finally calmed down she asked about the list. He gave her the details and now she is pissed at me as she said I violated her trust and privacy. Honestly I was just trying to help. Was I so in the wrong?
OOP in the comments:
There are times I've gone LC then she sends a message she needs me.. or asking for help.
Sometimes she can just be draining. I thought about going no contact. Other people in my life have suggested that as they don't wanna be around me when they are around her. Then I feel shitty about myself thinking about going NC, something happens again making me want to go NC, then I feel bad for her...
I know it's not her fault she's the way she is it's just exhausting at times.
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Whatever I wrote was just the less mess up things that happened to her. There are people that actually went through real trauma. People that were physically, psychologically and maybe even SA abuse.
Genetic natural craziness was not the cause of me bringing her to the ER at the middle of the night because her ex-tried to bash her head on the wall, nor did genetic craziness caused her parents to hurt their own daughter almost on a daily basis nor did genetic craziness caused her siblings to turn on one another so that her parents don't pick on them for that day.
.
I didn't think I was secretly making a list. When we would get together and she tells me things my go to line is "that's another one to add to the list."
Some of her reactions to triggers are not as bad as the ones I listed above. Like for example a certain smell can make her sad or a certain food would make her lose her appetite...
The type comment:
Just to clarify many Reddit users mentioned we should encourage my friend to go to therapy. We have, on multiple occasions and she has gone to them and had multiple therapists. She either thinks that it's not effective or she doesn't have enough money to continue them. There are a lot of government assistance, yes, but once it does run out you pay out of pocket or the therapist you work with does not qualify or work with the government assistance/program. To put it in a term most will understand if it's a choice between electricity or therapy which would you choose.
My friend, her boyfriend maybe-ex or soon to be and I met to talk at her boyfriend/might be ex or soon to be's house.
She said her side that I broke her trust, that I had told her boyfriend which I guess let's just call Ben all of her triggers. She asked me how I would feel if she wrote down every single insecurity I had and gave it to my girlfriend, if I had one.
I explained to her that I didn't see the list as insecurities but rather triggers that Ben needed to avoid. I mentioned to her that I just wanted them to co-exist without him accidentally triggering her. I apologized I made the list and that I should've asked or told her directly that Ben came to me for help regarding their relationship and I had no business making the list.
She said that I violated her trust and that sorry wasn't good enough she said that she wanted to go no contact with me as I had a savior complex and meddled in something that didn't involve me.
That's when Ben spoke out and said it did involve me as I was her go to person, it did involve me as he involved me into the relationship by him asking for my advice. He pretty much gave his peace on how he felt suffocated in the relationship, unhappy and that her "mistery/quirkiness" wore off on him a couple of months ago when she would have her episodes but with no real explanation what they were, what happened or whatever. He did say he was really in love with her but gave her two ultimatums.
1st is she goes to therapy 2nd is that she doesn't cut me off as he thinks I didn't do anything wrong and has been a good friend and would be one of the few people that will support her through her journey.
That's when she lost it and accused us of gas lighting her, she said we didn't understand her, she said she was entitled on how she was feeling such as betrayed by the person she trusted and at the very end she even said that we may be into one another as this was some sort of ploy to get rid of her so that we could start dating.
Just to clarify her boyfriend and I are both straight. I went from disbelief, to anger to just numb.
I told her that I agreed to go no contact, wished her well and left. I could hear her on her rant while I was leaving I just didn't want to deal with it anymore.
She is honestly one of the sweetest, kindest and even funniest person I've met when she's on her good days. She has also been my confidant. I've shared with her both burden and joy through the years. I've shared with her about my F*up family. It's not as bad as hers but something I don't share with just anyone. I thought I'd be more upset when she wanted to go no contact with me but I just feel relieved... That must sound horrible. I really didn't expect to feel this. Maybe I am really a bad friend.
Ben texted me that night. He is thinking of breaking up with her. He is just scared that if he does, she may harm herself. Although she hasn't expressed anything for now. He might look into the process of getting her committed if things escalate. I honestly don't know what to do. I don't think she has any other meaningful relationships other than us. Sure she does have other friends but I don't know anyone else that she actually turns to. I do have her mom's number but she was one of my friend's abusers so I'm not sure if sending her mom a message would be a good idea.
I think I'll be going back to therapy. I told Ben that he may need a therapist too. I think his college provides a couple of free sessions.
Flairing this concluded as the friend requested to go no contact but I would not be surprised if she chabges her mind so let me know if you think I should change it to ongoing.
Reminder, DO NOT comment on the original posts or contact the original poster. I am not the original poster. This is a repost.
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Fun fact to avoid spoilers:
Did you know, Giraffes have a prehensile tongue? It means their tongues have fine muscular control, which allows them to grasp and hold things. A giraffe's tongue is also the strongest of any animal, and it can be up to 18 inches long! They are also the tallest living animal and the largest ruminant (omnivorous grazing mammal) on Earth.
Trigger Warning: mental health, trauma, mentions of childhood abuse and self harm
Original post I made a trigger list for my friend and I think it's going to break our friendship
Obvious trigger warning mentions of abuse.
I (M) have a friend (F) I've known for years. She came from an abusive family and has had abusive ex-boyfriends one after another. Until she finally met her current boyfriend.
He has tried to be understanding of her but he was at the end of his rope. My friend has all sorts of trauma she needs to deal with. Personally I think she shouldn't be in relationships until she's faced her trauma. (Personal thought it is not something I ever vocalized).
I'll give you some examples...
She hyperventilated when she broke his mug. (Had an ex that got violent when she accidentally broke his things)
She freaked out when her boyfriend mentioned he plays darts (her brother used to throw darts at her for fun I think she got hit once on her foot)
She packed up her things when her boyfriend brought home a specific brand of detergent. Her parents would use that brand to burn her eyes or wash her mouth with soap.
Anyway I made a list of all her triggers. What not to do and what to do (such as when she's cleaning to leave her alone). I never explained what were the reasons for the triggers/ the do's or don't. I figure that was a discussion for the two of them.
Anyway fast forward to three months their relationship got better until something triggered her that wasn't in the list. Her boyfriend panicked, asked her what to do as the situation wasn't in the list.
When she finally calmed down she asked about the list. He gave her the details and now she is pissed at me as she said I violated her trust and privacy. Honestly I was just trying to help. Was I so in the wrong?
OOP in the comments:
There are times I've gone LC then she sends a message she needs me.. or asking for help.
Sometimes she can just be draining. I thought about going no contact. Other people in my life have suggested that as they don't wanna be around me when they are around her. Then I feel shitty about myself thinking about going NC, something happens again making me want to go NC, then I feel bad for her...
I know it's not her fault she's the way she is it's just exhausting at times.
.
Whatever I wrote was just the less mess up things that happened to her. There are people that actually went through real trauma. People that were physically, psychologically and maybe even SA abuse.
Genetic natural craziness was not the cause of me bringing her to the ER at the middle of the night because her ex-tried to bash her head on the wall, nor did genetic craziness caused her parents to hurt their own daughter almost on a daily basis nor did genetic craziness caused her siblings to turn on one another so that her parents don't pick on them for that day.
.
I didn't think I was secretly making a list. When we would get together and she tells me things my go to line is "that's another one to add to the list."
Some of her reactions to triggers are not as bad as the ones I listed above. Like for example a certain smell can make her sad or a certain food would make her lose her appetite...
The type comment:
“You’re allowed to feel anything you feel. You are not allowed to force those feelings onto everyone around you.” Best advice I ever got from my trauma therapist.Update 5 days later
Just to clarify many Reddit users mentioned we should encourage my friend to go to therapy. We have, on multiple occasions and she has gone to them and had multiple therapists. She either thinks that it's not effective or she doesn't have enough money to continue them. There are a lot of government assistance, yes, but once it does run out you pay out of pocket or the therapist you work with does not qualify or work with the government assistance/program. To put it in a term most will understand if it's a choice between electricity or therapy which would you choose.
My friend, her boyfriend maybe-ex or soon to be and I met to talk at her boyfriend/might be ex or soon to be's house.
She said her side that I broke her trust, that I had told her boyfriend which I guess let's just call Ben all of her triggers. She asked me how I would feel if she wrote down every single insecurity I had and gave it to my girlfriend, if I had one.
I explained to her that I didn't see the list as insecurities but rather triggers that Ben needed to avoid. I mentioned to her that I just wanted them to co-exist without him accidentally triggering her. I apologized I made the list and that I should've asked or told her directly that Ben came to me for help regarding their relationship and I had no business making the list.
She said that I violated her trust and that sorry wasn't good enough she said that she wanted to go no contact with me as I had a savior complex and meddled in something that didn't involve me.
That's when Ben spoke out and said it did involve me as I was her go to person, it did involve me as he involved me into the relationship by him asking for my advice. He pretty much gave his peace on how he felt suffocated in the relationship, unhappy and that her "mistery/quirkiness" wore off on him a couple of months ago when she would have her episodes but with no real explanation what they were, what happened or whatever. He did say he was really in love with her but gave her two ultimatums.
1st is she goes to therapy 2nd is that she doesn't cut me off as he thinks I didn't do anything wrong and has been a good friend and would be one of the few people that will support her through her journey.
That's when she lost it and accused us of gas lighting her, she said we didn't understand her, she said she was entitled on how she was feeling such as betrayed by the person she trusted and at the very end she even said that we may be into one another as this was some sort of ploy to get rid of her so that we could start dating.
Just to clarify her boyfriend and I are both straight. I went from disbelief, to anger to just numb.
I told her that I agreed to go no contact, wished her well and left. I could hear her on her rant while I was leaving I just didn't want to deal with it anymore.
She is honestly one of the sweetest, kindest and even funniest person I've met when she's on her good days. She has also been my confidant. I've shared with her both burden and joy through the years. I've shared with her about my F*up family. It's not as bad as hers but something I don't share with just anyone. I thought I'd be more upset when she wanted to go no contact with me but I just feel relieved... That must sound horrible. I really didn't expect to feel this. Maybe I am really a bad friend.
Ben texted me that night. He is thinking of breaking up with her. He is just scared that if he does, she may harm herself. Although she hasn't expressed anything for now. He might look into the process of getting her committed if things escalate. I honestly don't know what to do. I don't think she has any other meaningful relationships other than us. Sure she does have other friends but I don't know anyone else that she actually turns to. I do have her mom's number but she was one of my friend's abusers so I'm not sure if sending her mom a message would be a good idea.
I think I'll be going back to therapy. I told Ben that he may need a therapist too. I think his college provides a couple of free sessions.
Flairing this concluded as the friend requested to go no contact but I would not be surprised if she chabges her mind so let me know if you think I should change it to ongoing.
Reminder, DO NOT comment on the original posts or contact the original poster. I am not the original poster. This is a repost.
2023.03.25 06:10 Present_Gear4628 Kidney stones and pregnancy
Hey everyone!
I shared the other day that I had been referred to an MFM for growth issues in my baby. I felt it important to share my experience that we are currently navigating, in hopes that even if you aren’t a kidney stone former, you are aware that you know your body as well as your baby. Please please please do all you can to advocate for yourself and your baby.
I have been a stone former since I was a teenager, over half of my life. I am 25 weeks along today with a baby girl that is a month behind in growth, and has a serious chance of not making it. The reason? Damage done to my kidneys from forming and passing stones. My kidney is not properly functioning to pair with my placenta to get her what she needs. Her cord isn’t pumping enough blood to her to grow, and the MFM believes that my placenta is not correctly attached because of the issue with my kidney.
I know that this is case by case, but I also know that even for folks that don’t care to get pregnant, our issues with stones can cause other serious things down the line. We must be advocating for ourselves and our health. I’ve seen 6 or 7 urologists in my life that all had an opportunity to tell me what I was risking, especially in the last year when I was making a point to get checked before trying to conceive. I could have made the decisions to never put my unborn child, myself, or my family through this. Or I could have just been better prepared, had this extremely common knowledge been shared with me. You can literally google (you shouldn’t, but this has honestly been my only resource aside from this forum) kidney stones and pregnancy and see all of the things I am going to mention. I was in the hospital one week prior to my initial anatomy scan with an 8mm stone, and my OBs chose to wait another month before checking her again to see she had slowed from a week behind to a month behind because of my kidneys.
My hope for anyone in this group, is that this can encourage you to know that you know your body, and to encourage you to push and push and push to get the care you need. I wish I had more instead of taking “oh you’re just a stone former” as an answer. Because this is an actual chronic illness that they are happy to collect our money to do nothing about.
What does all of this mean for us? I currently am risking preeclampsia, with my blood pressure spiking the last two appointments I’ve had, and protein in my urine. Our baby girl, if she can continue to survive in me for a little bit longer with the help of steroids and baby aspirin, will have to fight for her life in a NICU. All because 10+ doctors failed to even try to share the implications of what the damage done to my kidneys would mean for her. Doctors who were made aware at every appointment that we were trying to conceive prior to doing so, and doctors who were called at every turn of me ending up in the hospital with them at 19 weeks. Doctors who were happy to administer morphine, which is supposedly safe, but didn’t think to mention to me that damage to my kidneys from 15 years of stones was not. We are heartbroken, angry, and floored. I had to weigh the decisions of losing her while being monitored in a hospital, or losing her at home, resuscitating her or not. How I chose would determine if I could even try again later, and if I could already put myself through what pregnancy alone has been like for me again. These medical systems and professionals should be doing better.
Any good vibes and prayers you could send our family right now, are more than appreciated. We have a long road ahead. ❤️
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I shared the other day that I had been referred to an MFM for growth issues in my baby. I felt it important to share my experience that we are currently navigating, in hopes that even if you aren’t a kidney stone former, you are aware that you know your body as well as your baby. Please please please do all you can to advocate for yourself and your baby.
I have been a stone former since I was a teenager, over half of my life. I am 25 weeks along today with a baby girl that is a month behind in growth, and has a serious chance of not making it. The reason? Damage done to my kidneys from forming and passing stones. My kidney is not properly functioning to pair with my placenta to get her what she needs. Her cord isn’t pumping enough blood to her to grow, and the MFM believes that my placenta is not correctly attached because of the issue with my kidney.
I know that this is case by case, but I also know that even for folks that don’t care to get pregnant, our issues with stones can cause other serious things down the line. We must be advocating for ourselves and our health. I’ve seen 6 or 7 urologists in my life that all had an opportunity to tell me what I was risking, especially in the last year when I was making a point to get checked before trying to conceive. I could have made the decisions to never put my unborn child, myself, or my family through this. Or I could have just been better prepared, had this extremely common knowledge been shared with me. You can literally google (you shouldn’t, but this has honestly been my only resource aside from this forum) kidney stones and pregnancy and see all of the things I am going to mention. I was in the hospital one week prior to my initial anatomy scan with an 8mm stone, and my OBs chose to wait another month before checking her again to see she had slowed from a week behind to a month behind because of my kidneys.
My hope for anyone in this group, is that this can encourage you to know that you know your body, and to encourage you to push and push and push to get the care you need. I wish I had more instead of taking “oh you’re just a stone former” as an answer. Because this is an actual chronic illness that they are happy to collect our money to do nothing about.
What does all of this mean for us? I currently am risking preeclampsia, with my blood pressure spiking the last two appointments I’ve had, and protein in my urine. Our baby girl, if she can continue to survive in me for a little bit longer with the help of steroids and baby aspirin, will have to fight for her life in a NICU. All because 10+ doctors failed to even try to share the implications of what the damage done to my kidneys would mean for her. Doctors who were made aware at every appointment that we were trying to conceive prior to doing so, and doctors who were called at every turn of me ending up in the hospital with them at 19 weeks. Doctors who were happy to administer morphine, which is supposedly safe, but didn’t think to mention to me that damage to my kidneys from 15 years of stones was not. We are heartbroken, angry, and floored. I had to weigh the decisions of losing her while being monitored in a hospital, or losing her at home, resuscitating her or not. How I chose would determine if I could even try again later, and if I could already put myself through what pregnancy alone has been like for me again. These medical systems and professionals should be doing better.
Any good vibes and prayers you could send our family right now, are more than appreciated. We have a long road ahead. ❤️
2023.03.25 06:05 FireFeetAndToes Beware this scammer
Hi ladies - I feel it's important that I post about a particular scammer on FeetFinder that you must avoid. This man (like many of the scammers) will offer a flat weekly fee for feet pics, and he will try to send you a cashier's check via email. I won't go into what he does after this, but if anyone does this, get outta there. When I caught him in his scam he became terrifying and threatened bodily harm, etc. He sent me screenshots, so I know other women have been taken in by this, so PLEASE, stay away from this guy! He changes his username, so just be aware. Good luck out there!
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2023.03.25 06:01 hikuri05 ULPT Request: Backup places to talk about hauls and borrowing
Just in case this subreddit get taken down by reddit.... does anyone knows about any discords or tele gram place where we sh _plifters can talk about methods, advice and show hauls??? Feel free to send DM or use dots .... spaces, etc, to avoid reddit detecting the urls.
Admins: i do not pretend to harm this subreddit in any possible way, if you feel like this post shouldn't be here, please delete it.
Disclaimer: If you want to harass an unemployed mother trying to get food by moralizing in this particular post, ok, go ahead and make yourself feel like a moral hero. in this subreddit there are post about murder and drug dealing but you choose to spend your precious energy and time in this particular post about searching for internet places. spend energy telling me how wrong is what i’m asking for in this post. i see you coming.
Disclaimer: If you somehow feel offended because other people have chosen to openly ask for a link, i’m so sorry to hurt your feelings, you can keep coming here to waste your precious time and energy being a troll or being confrontative because how i dare to put suck low effort into looking for something that will not appear in search engines. i see you coming.
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Admins: i do not pretend to harm this subreddit in any possible way, if you feel like this post shouldn't be here, please delete it.
Disclaimer: If you want to harass an unemployed mother trying to get food by moralizing in this particular post, ok, go ahead and make yourself feel like a moral hero. in this subreddit there are post about murder and drug dealing but you choose to spend your precious energy and time in this particular post about searching for internet places. spend energy telling me how wrong is what i’m asking for in this post. i see you coming.
Disclaimer: If you somehow feel offended because other people have chosen to openly ask for a link, i’m so sorry to hurt your feelings, you can keep coming here to waste your precious time and energy being a troll or being confrontative because how i dare to put suck low effort into looking for something that will not appear in search engines. i see you coming.
2023.03.25 06:01 theanswerisnt42 Question from an incoming grad student
Hi, I recieved a mail from the program I applied to at SBU stating that I was "recommended for admission" and that the GHSA would perform their final review and send me a letter of admission.
It's been a week since a heard back from them and they haven't been responding to my emails. Is this just admin being admin or do they actually reject people at this stage (lol).
Hope it all goes well, I really look forward to being a seawolf!
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It's been a week since a heard back from them and they haven't been responding to my emails. Is this just admin being admin or do they actually reject people at this stage (lol).
Hope it all goes well, I really look forward to being a seawolf!
2023.03.25 05:52 AlexInThePalace How do I make friends with a reserved person?
I have social anxiety, don’t talk much in group settings have a hard time figuring out what to say to strangers, but I’m generally very open, goofy and friendly when people engage with me and make me feel comfortable and I can’t really survive without hearing other people’s voices and feeling like I’m a part of a group of sorts.
My roommate however isn’t like that at all. He doesn’t have social anxiety and seems to be really good at making several friends quickly (I legit don’t even know how he does it), but he’s actually reserved as a person. Like, he wouldn’t reach out to friends just because he’s happy/sad about some random thing that happened to him, which I do a LOT.
I’m not even sure how to engage with him because of this. I’ve been trying to get closer to him by sending him funny memes/links and telling him about my day, but he never feels the need to do those kinds of things himself.
I was worried about annoying/overwhelming him at first, but I do think he likes me now (after we went out once) but I still worry that he won’t feel any need to interact with me if I don’t initiate.
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My roommate however isn’t like that at all. He doesn’t have social anxiety and seems to be really good at making several friends quickly (I legit don’t even know how he does it), but he’s actually reserved as a person. Like, he wouldn’t reach out to friends just because he’s happy/sad about some random thing that happened to him, which I do a LOT.
I’m not even sure how to engage with him because of this. I’ve been trying to get closer to him by sending him funny memes/links and telling him about my day, but he never feels the need to do those kinds of things himself.
I was worried about annoying/overwhelming him at first, but I do think he likes me now (after we went out once) but I still worry that he won’t feel any need to interact with me if I don’t initiate.
2023.03.25 05:50 RepresentativeAddict Scam regarding new Counter-Strike! Be aware!
 | Hello, submitted by RepresentativeAddict to csgo [link] [comments] A friend just called me telling that Valve was streaming keys to their new game, I thought it was very weird for them to do now since their beta testing just began.The channel is https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nVKuZOE9E4I&ab_channel=Valve https://preview.redd.it/udiz09xtftpa1.png?width=1619&format=png&auto=webp&s=14c219692107a3f26702ac600f13d960cf85b34b When you enter the video you see a link to source2cs.pro and a QR that sends you to the same url. The site is almost identical to Valve's original website which is https://www.counter-strike.net/cs2 https://preview.redd.it/mkc712gvftpa1.png?width=1247&format=png&auto=webp&s=17b980f035feaf4c970ac2c0d69c434ca53cdc8d In the fake website, you get a link to get a key that authenticates your Steam account with their domain. https://preview.redd.it/5b3kzkvwftpa1.png?width=1003&format=png&auto=webp&s=2e2cf4abfc8c1b355e56f9e1fa907f234e6b199b My friend authenticated to this and scanned the QR now he's very preoccupied of what may happen to him. If he should change all his passwords or something. I'm from IT so it was easy for me to detect those flaws but I'm still wondering of what may happen. |
2023.03.25 05:49 BraveHorror4140 Black Box Container
Does anybody here keeps their black box container from when they bought their Mazda? Can y’all send a picture please? My car was a 2017 Mazda6 GT, not sure if all new Mazdas come with it. I didn’t know Mazda dealerships require current registration of a totaled car for their Loyalty Discount. 😑
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2023.03.25 05:45 maybegoth Substrate Help
the TLDR is: can I mix kinshi with flake soil for p. muelleri?
Recently got a few phalacrognathus muelleri larvae, and learning the ins-and-outs of what substrate I should use. I'll add that this is my first time keeping beetles.
I received pre-made ready to use flake soil along with my larvae in the mail on the same day. Larvae came in great, soil smelled pungent like ammonia, messaged the seller and they're sending a replacement that will be here in a week. (I understand that type of smell is common during the fermentation process, but this FS was finished and fully dried, and from my understanding means the soil is bad)
Ordered some kinshi in a pinch bc 1: it is recommended for bolstering larvae growth 2. it will arrive a day or so sooner than the FS and want to get the larvae out of their shipping delis and into something more permanent ASAP
When the flake soil arrives, can I mix it with the kinshi as the substrate (assuming it is good quality) Or use 100% one or the other (kinshi or FS)
I know to mix the established medium with the new as to not shock the larvae, but I'm mostly curious if I can make the most of both substrates by mixing, since I will have access to both.
TIA :)
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Recently got a few phalacrognathus muelleri larvae, and learning the ins-and-outs of what substrate I should use. I'll add that this is my first time keeping beetles.
I received pre-made ready to use flake soil along with my larvae in the mail on the same day. Larvae came in great, soil smelled pungent like ammonia, messaged the seller and they're sending a replacement that will be here in a week. (I understand that type of smell is common during the fermentation process, but this FS was finished and fully dried, and from my understanding means the soil is bad)
Ordered some kinshi in a pinch bc 1: it is recommended for bolstering larvae growth 2. it will arrive a day or so sooner than the FS and want to get the larvae out of their shipping delis and into something more permanent ASAP
When the flake soil arrives, can I mix it with the kinshi as the substrate (assuming it is good quality) Or use 100% one or the other (kinshi or FS)
I know to mix the established medium with the new as to not shock the larvae, but I'm mostly curious if I can make the most of both substrates by mixing, since I will have access to both.
TIA :)
2023.03.25 05:45 rock-the-boat Boyfriends sister is bleeding him dry
Hi! My bf and I have been together 6 years (since we were 16) and we live together.
Luckily our rent is reasonably cheap however we seem to be always struggling at the end of the month to afford basics like food and bills (often having to rely on my mother to get us by)
He works full time and I work part time (I’m a student)
His sister is the only reason we struggle, she is constantly asking him for money, she even must track when he gets paid cus he always gets a text on payday asking for at least a few hundred quid, she almost never pays it back fully either and has to send it in small increments. She posts about living a lavish lifestyle often with the money he is literally having to starve himself to give her.
He texts her day and night asking about the money as he is literally having to survive on pasta, she blows him off saying she will pay him back the next day but never does!
Obviously this is having a negative impact on our relationship, I feel like I can’t critique him for being so kind to her, it is his sister after all but frankly she is taking the biscuit. She has a partner of her own as well as still living at home AND working.
We aren’t able to save or make any sort of future plans whilst living paycheck to paycheck
He acts as if I’m being unreasonable when I complain about our situation, am I?
TLDR: Boyfriend is giving half of his paycheck to his sister and never receiving it back, we can’t afford to eat or pay bills
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Luckily our rent is reasonably cheap however we seem to be always struggling at the end of the month to afford basics like food and bills (often having to rely on my mother to get us by)
He works full time and I work part time (I’m a student)
His sister is the only reason we struggle, she is constantly asking him for money, she even must track when he gets paid cus he always gets a text on payday asking for at least a few hundred quid, she almost never pays it back fully either and has to send it in small increments. She posts about living a lavish lifestyle often with the money he is literally having to starve himself to give her.
He texts her day and night asking about the money as he is literally having to survive on pasta, she blows him off saying she will pay him back the next day but never does!
Obviously this is having a negative impact on our relationship, I feel like I can’t critique him for being so kind to her, it is his sister after all but frankly she is taking the biscuit. She has a partner of her own as well as still living at home AND working.
We aren’t able to save or make any sort of future plans whilst living paycheck to paycheck
He acts as if I’m being unreasonable when I complain about our situation, am I?
TLDR: Boyfriend is giving half of his paycheck to his sister and never receiving it back, we can’t afford to eat or pay bills
2023.03.25 05:44 No-Tomorrow8686 I'm not okay
I've never been good at expressing myself or how I feel due to the stigma and outlandish nature and severity of some of my issues. But in the short 19 years I've been alive, I've never told anyone the things I've done, or the things others have done to me in an attempt to take them to my grave. But seeing as I outlived the life expectancy I imagined, I figured typing it out would allow me to let go of it and feel better because I feel horrible. So, without further stalling, I think I'll just hop into it, starting at the beginning.
When I was little, I lived a life similar to what I'm accustomed to now. Alone and fairly lonely, the few friends I had were due to being more well-adjusted or, at the very least, less fucked up. In addition, one of my friends was the child of my mother's best friend, and we were about the same age. The earliest memory I have is when I was 4 years old and something I can't remember happened. I was upset about something, and my mom left me in the room to cry while she went and played with my friend. While this situation has little relevance today, I think it's a good example of the catalyst that drove my behavior all through my life to what it is now, mainly my relationship with my mom, along with others we'll get to later.
My mother was not the nicest to me, and as I grew older, I would learn how much of an understatement that was. So skip forward a couple of years due to my memory and the irrelevancy of them to the story. Basically, I was a normal-ish kid with a few friends here and there who occasionally got in trouble, for which I almost always got my ass kicked, but who didn't? Jumping back in at around 9 years old, I was in the third grade, probably my favorite year in school due to having met my best friends and getting along with most other kids. The abuse had already taken hold at this age; I was already pretty apathetic to most feelings and never smiled. It was so noticeable that when I finally did smile, a girl at lunch pointed it out like she had seen a unicorn. But I wasn't depressed; I was just angry and didn't know how to express myself.
As a result, I got into more trouble, some of it BS, some of it not, such as my music teacher sending me to the principal for mouthing curse words while quietly talking to myself. In my defense, I wasn't talking about her; I was all the way in the back and didn't know the ambiguous individual could read lips. In fifth grade, I had a female teacher and her assistant whom I disliked because the teacher, in my opinion, was a dick and her assistant would constantly misinterpret what I said as if I were speaking Japanese. She asked me for a paper, and it being a round table, I didn't want to bend all the way across the table to slide her the paper. So I slid the paper gently across the table, and, as anticlimactic as it sounds, the paper slowly made its way to her, and she did not even attempt to grab it or stop it. Instead, she let it fall on the floor and claimed I "threw" it at her. I got sent to my homie at this point, the principal (she wasn't my biggest fan either).
These two incidents led to some of the worst ass beatings I've received at this point in my life. I would later come home to my mom, who is about 2.5 times bigger and stronger than me, and she was furious. I was punched in my chest and thrown into a stool on the ground, followed by a merciless beating with a belt, and left alone to stare at a wall, wallowing in my sadness. I think I could have handled the physical abuse, but the most damaging was the mental and verbal abuse. I would be forced to strip down to my t-shirt and underwear and stand at the door for hours. while she faked phone calls to my relatives, telling them to come get me and that I'd be leaving, before telling me to go sit down. I was constantly threatened with my life if I didn't comply, told I was a worthless "father less individual", etc. I would yell and scream so loudly that apparently our neighbors could hear it, which led to DCFS being called.
How it was explained to me was that the lady next door was crazy (even though we knew her kid, who was like 2 years younger and went to the same school), and the DCFS agent would take me away to a horrible place, a foster home. My mother told me that if that were the case, I wouldn't be placed with my other family members; nope, straight to the government. She came in my room a week before the agent to "warn" me of the dangers I might face if I snitched on her. She made me watch an hour-long documentary about people who were abused by the staff of foster homes, drilling into my head that if I ended up there, the other kids would pick on me and steal from me. That the staff would repeatedly molest (she had a weird thing with this one; I was asked about it every other day if "someone was playing with my butt" completely unprompted from 3rd to 6th grade) me and my toe would be eaten by mice as she claimed happened to my cousin (apparently he needed his toe graphed back on but I never confirmed this with him).
All of this terrified me, so when the time came to nut up or shut up, my nuts retracted back upstairs, and I most definitely shut up big time. Unable to process my emotions, they started manifesting in anger, which led to me being excluded from certain events at school like the outdoor fun day. I had to stay inside while everyone else played. The principal told me that she was going easy on me, and had she been following the rules, I'd have been expelled from elementary school already (I did get suspended though). When it came time to visit the middle school near the end of the year, I had to beg them to let me go because apparently my reputation preceded me, and the middle school principal knew who I was and asked me not to come because of my behavior. My mother had an overwhelming amount of control over my life and others that I would only learn about when I was older (she was responsible for me being in the same class as my best friend 3rd through 5th grade and making sure they served food I would eat on an out-of-state field trip so I wouldn't starve). (It's not really negative, but it sets the tone for how it would soon turn negative.)
Sixth grade rolled around, but this time I got to stay with my great-grandmother in the south. The entire time away from my mother and I improved significantly; I made a lot more friends (probably because of southern hospitality) and overall had a good time (trust me, it was an oddly cool school with equally cool teachers) except for a couple other issues that came with living with my grandma. I returned the next year to mom and a new middle school. All that progress from earlier, yeah, went straight out the window almost immediately. My anger had subsided, and what was left developed into a deep depression and resentment for people, my mom included. I thought people were worthless, making friends useless, so I went out of my way to avoid most people for the longest time. Until I succumbed to my social urges and made a few friends by avoiding the lunch room and eating in one of the science classes with some kids I had other classes with. During this time, I was reluctantly in "therapy" (I had been there since elementary, just talking to social workers, but nothing came of it until now).
Trouble would always seem to follow me; anytime a message was relayed from the school to mom, it almost guaranteed an ass beating. I would seemingly get in trouble for nothing, and my teachers would unknowingly be sending me on my way down death row to meet the executioner. Once I got in trouble for "throwing" another paper. I didn't realize we needed it and put it in the recycling, but the teacher saw it and told me to keep it, so I put it under my seat, and it fell through the bars of my chair basket while I wasn't looking, and she was mad at me for it. I also told my math teacher to "stop harassing me" because every 5 minutes she was hounding me about completing some work I had no intention of doing. That mistake was damn near fatal because, for some reason, I wasn't allowed to feel harassed, and telling my teacher that was apparently way out of pocket. I should also mention I had good grades up until I eventually began failing them.
All of this leads to more violent abuse. I was shoved into a wall, which hurt my arm so bad I needed an ice pack (and had to lie to the nurse about why I needed it). The next day, I was repeatedly hit with a broom, picked up by my collar, and slammed into walls before being thrown on the ground. The physical pain would subside in hours, but because what was done and said to me never left, I would almost always be left to sit and stare alone with my thoughts, and because of this, my mental state would degrade rapidly. Nothing else could bring me to tears like the pain of the person responsible for your entire life, who was supposed to love you unconditionally, constantly tormenting you. Her words would pierce and sting, while the same thing said to me by anyone else would roll off me like water off a duck's back.
Unable to escape the constant beratement, and depending on the severity, this would send me into suicidal spirals, and when I hit emotional rock bottom and couldn't feel any worse about myself, it was the only thing I looked forward to and all I thought about for months. When people asked me, "NT (Me), what are you going to be when you grow up?" or "NT, you're getting older. Have you thought about what you're going to do when you reach x (usually 18+) years old?" I had no idea, no answer. In my mind, living to be older than 16 seemed impossible. They were right when they said time would fly by. Back at school, the stress was getting to me. During a random game of Uno, I broke down and expressed some of my feelings, along with the fact that I was almost getting my ass beat with random objects on a weekly basis.
This ultimately led to no improvements in my life, just more people in my business. The process of them trying to help was akin to getting a law passed, full of procedures and red tape they had to follow because there was no physical evidence—I had no cuts, bruises, or wounds they could see. All they had to go on was the testimony of an emotionally disturbed preteen. They recommended I be placed in a mental hospital. I stayed after school while they called my dad to pick me up, and the car ride was silent until we arrived at the hospital. He asked, "Do you want to go in?" I said, "Yeah," and he couldn't figure out why he said I had it easy as a child. Because all I had to worry about was school and I had no bills to pay, I shouldn't have any reason to kill myself. I was essentially overreacting to him. So we went home.
Because I'm about to enter the next arc of my story. I'll share some extra fun facts that aren't directly related to the story, but I'd be remiss if I didn't. Our principal told us we had too many students for what the building was originally intended for. One day, while walking up the narrow stairs in between a crowd of kids rushing for their lockers, I was knocked over and trampled. I had at least two feet up my ass, one in my back, and one on top of my head, and I couldn't get up because no one could see me. Not long after, a teacher had to stop them from walking up the stairs so I could get up. When I got to my locker, the person whose locker was next to mine casually mentioned the trampling, and to be honest, it had only happened 30 seconds before, so I was pretty blown when she said that (I looked at her like, yeah, ambiguous individual, that was me y'all were just stepping on) and I told her, "Yeah, that was me." But let's not forget the time two of my classmates were fucking around playfighting and threw each other in such a way that the dude kicked me in the face. I sat in the same spot on the wall while waiting for my teacher, and, believe it or not, lightning does strike twice, because they were fucking around again and kicked me in the face in nearly the same way. This was an advisory class we had only once a week, and to make a long story even longer, I learned not to sit next to that wall anymore.
I began high school at the age of 14 and remained largely unchanged during this time. I still couldn't talk to anyone and dealt with the stress of going home to my mom, which significantly impacted how I behaved and how my grades would turn out at first. I had almost all A's before spiraling downward; at that point, I stopped caring what others thought of me and did whatever I could to make myself feel better. I would sleep in hallways on the floor, skip class, and do little to no work. I couldn't concentrate and wasn't worried about the consequences of my decisions until I graduated. The food in my house would run short, and my mom always told me if I ate it all before she went back to the grocery store, she wouldn't buy any more. I started skipping meals and eating less per meal to stretch the food we had, and at times I couldn't move without being doubled over in pain.
I was confined to my room almost constantly. I wasn't allowed to go anywhere but school, a couple of nearby restaurants, and back home. I couldn't leave my house if I wanted to hang out with friends (if only I had any) because I had to be in her presence at all times. I hypothesized about going to hang out with a female friend and was told I wouldn't be allowed to without her following behind us (I was 17 when I asked). If I wanted to hang out with a male friend, they had to go through a background check of sorts (it was easier to get a gun card than to get some friends I could hang with). I had to get their parents' phone numbers so she could talk to them, and then she would decide whether or not I could go, which wasn't even a guarantee. Imagine you're in school, and a kid who wants to be friends with you tells you they need your parents to talk to each other and give their permission. That's embarrassing. I would imagine I'd be laughed at and made fun of, or they wouldn't go through all the trouble for someone who was already known as an incredibly strange individual, so most of the time I never tried out of fear of this.
I had no way to cope surrounded by people, and knowing what some of them might think of me, I would put my head down for weeks in every class because at this point I was genuinely terrified of people. I had developed selective mutism and would not talk to 98 percent of students and about 80 to 90 percent of staff; when I did, it was in short, vague sentences and almost only when spoken to. Up until I was 15, the abuse continued the same as before, but as I got older, it became more Physical I had mostly stopped getting hit with belts, and when I did get hit, it was in the arm and chest, with the occasional hit in the mouth. I'd be backed into a corner while my mother yelled the most vile and hurtful things at me. I was told I ruined her life and that I kept her from having a life. If I ever lost my keys, I would immediately be in trouble, but if I lied about it, that was even worse. My mom worked from home before it was cool to work from home, so she was almost constantly home. If I had lied about having my keys, I would have been locked out of the house for hours until she finished working, rain or shine; snowing and cold; hot and humid; it didn't matter. But that mostly stopped when the damage it did to me became apparent, and I had a psychotic episode.
My mother was upset with me for some reason and was yelling loudly about how worthless I was, that she wished I was never born, and so on. (At this point, I was the most miserable I'd been in a long time. My mental state was comparable to the fragility of a ceramic plate: solid, sturdy, and functional. Just pray to God you don't drop it if you'd like it to remain intact.) I became late because I had misplaced my hat, but when I told her I had it in my pocket, she said, "Let me see it then; why is it not on your head? Put it on!" So I began looking for my hat in my bookbag, and when I found it, she snatched it from my grasp and smacked me on the head with it. I felt something click inside me, like a light switch being turned on. Without warning, I began having a psychotic breakdown. I put my hands on my head and started screaming as loud as I could uncontrollably, "I can't take it! I can't take it anymore," repeatedly while frantically shuffling like a chicken with its head cut off in front of my mom. I had no control over my actions, and my mother stopped me and pulled my hands off my head, but I wouldn't stop screaming, and she had to calm me down in order for me to stop. It was terrifying for the both of us because I think it was the first time she had ever seen anything like that, and it was the first time I ever did anything like that. The feeling was terrifying almost indescribable the closest comparison I could make is to the tea cup scene from get out. I felt like I got yanked out my body while simultaneously remaining in there like my soul was trapped behind my eyes and all I could do is watch.
After that experience, my mother began to soften her stance toward me, and the big 19 began, so I had virtual classes for about two years that I never finished, but I persevered and eventually graduated (while failing a significant number of classes), and when I did, I was enrolled in an alternative school. When I was eighteen, me and my mom got into an argument because I didn't want to go back to school. It was boring and sad because there were only two or three kids in my class, and we did elementary school work all day. There were no phones, we had to wear uniforms, and free time was scarce. The only slightly good part was that we worked a couple hours a day and they paid us. But it was only four dollars an hour, and we worked two hours each day unless you were in the special work program, which meant you worked two extra hours after school. With the long cab ride there, I'd get home around 5:30 to 6:00 every day, only to wake up at 8 a.m. and do it all over again. But we agreed that if I found a job before school resumed, I wouldn't have to go. I had a week and a half to do it.
I applied everywhere and even made it all the way through orientation at one place, but I was in a factory doing 12 hour shifts and about 4 miles from my house, so I turned it down because I was scared and had to be realistic because walking multiple miles through areas I'd never been to daily was just too much for me. I was told I had to leave if I wasn't working or going to school, and I couldn't stay the night. I was kicked out after calling my grandparents, who said I could stay with them. I packed two weeks worth of clothes and walked over there. The first few weeks were weird, but I finally saw the light at the end of the world's darkest and longest tunnel. For the first time in years, I knew what it was like to not be abused and verbally assaulted on a daily basis. But, unfortunately, I was beyond repair, at least on my own. I searched for a job and tried to enroll in college, but I was never taught or allowed to do that growing up. I was raised indoors and was never taught the skills needed to survive outside. I still didn't know how to talk to people, and I was terrified of them. I would have panic attacks a couple times a month and rely on others to feed and clothe me. I was wearing the same two weeks worth of clothes for several months until my great-grandmother sent me more.
Around this time I started smoking weed, and it was amazing how those first times getting high were the best and made me forget all about my problems and truly relax. But I didn't know what I was getting into and developed an exponentially growing habit. I started taking fake Xanax and getting slumped while I went about my day high as a kite. Just to forget about the majority of what I did the following day. The only reason my Xan problem didn't get out of hand was that I kept losing all of the pills after a few times, so I stopped buying them. But it was too late when I exhausted the small amount I had and began withdrawing. Let me tell you, like anyone else who has dealt with Xan withdrawals will tell you, they are not to be played with; hell isn't even a good enough comparison. It's something I truly wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. (My mom excluded.) I had severe paranoia, extreme agitation, a splitting headache that wouldn't quit, and panic attacks frequently (plus a strong urge to KMS as well, which is normal at this point). But I was lucky: Xanax is the only drug that can kill you by going cold turkey, and if your body became physically dependent, you were more than likely to have multiple seizures coming your way.
My replacement for Xanax was fake Mallinckrodt pills, aka dirty 30s, blues, perc 30s, or whatever name you used or knew they were synonymous with fentanyl or worse. (Believe me when I say they most definitely make things worse than fent) I'm confident I got worse because they didn't test positive for fent, which means its something the test couldn't detect. I turned full junkie and was smoking them off foil before I was 19. I overdosed twice going to sleep, and I was never confident if I was going to wake up. The opioid withdrawals are 100x easier than the Xans, and I was smoking drugs stronger than fentanyl. I quit those, and not too long after, I was taking fake ecstasy pills and Molly capsules, which, aside from the slight stimulant psychosis and vomiting, were probably my favorites. They let me experience happiness for the first time and gave me the ability to communicate and interact with other people. It felt like I'd been missing something my entire life.
Now I'm 19 on the cusp of being a broke "adult" with no real skills, aspirations, or anything positive going for him. This year I discovered while in high school I was diagnosed with autism, ADHD, ODD, social anxiety disorder, and antisocial personality disorder, all while attending school, and nobody ever told me or hinted at it to me in the slightest at all. I guess they just wanted me to cruise through life ignorant and struggling. I'm constantly reminded of how much of a burden I am because I can't do much more than take care of myself. I hide it somewhat well due to my lifelong fear of being mistaken for insane, but it takes an enormous amount of effort to even get out of bed and make something to eat. In order to keep the invasive thoughts and feelings away, I have to keep myself entertained and amused all day or else the feelings come rushing back. I honestly hate my life. I have little to look forward to and regret my almost entire life due to me ruining any chance at fun I had growing up because of how I behaved. I can barely leave my house, and if I go anywhere beyond a couple of blocks, I have panic attacks and get extreme anxiety that effects me physically. I feel my ability to comprehend and understand things slowing down. It's harder to focus and pay attention, and I feel almost like an alien when I'm around other people.
Recently, I had a phone call with my mom and had a panic attack (we haven't spoken in 2 years since I was put out). It was just like old times, when she was mad at me about a misunderstanding and was yelling and screaming about how I don't care that I'm wasting her money. (she bought my phone as a gift on a payment plan when I turned 18) As an adult I felt extremely disrespected by the things she said so before my mental health suffered anymore I hung up mid sentence and blocked her. The next day my phone was bricked and completely unusable, as it was technically not paid for, so somebody had to get me a new phone. Today I feel extremely hopeless towards any chance of repairing my life. I don't know what to do and I wish I did. I wish I could shake this dead man walking feeling I've got. Throughout the day, life doesn't even feel real at times. I feel as though if I keep hanging in there, eventually someone's going to find me hanging from somewhere. I don't know how my relatives do it. I could never imagine being their age. This isn't everything that's ever happened to me (I know it's hard to believe), but I feel I've described my story as concisely as possible in a semi-chronological order. Anything else would just be extra or I'd be repeating myself. With all that being said, my think noodle is hurting, and I think (clearly I do too much of this) I need to find it some dopamine. I appreciate anyone who takes the time to read this fully because, as God knows, I can't tell a living soul who knows me this. Night. -NT
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When I was little, I lived a life similar to what I'm accustomed to now. Alone and fairly lonely, the few friends I had were due to being more well-adjusted or, at the very least, less fucked up. In addition, one of my friends was the child of my mother's best friend, and we were about the same age. The earliest memory I have is when I was 4 years old and something I can't remember happened. I was upset about something, and my mom left me in the room to cry while she went and played with my friend. While this situation has little relevance today, I think it's a good example of the catalyst that drove my behavior all through my life to what it is now, mainly my relationship with my mom, along with others we'll get to later.
My mother was not the nicest to me, and as I grew older, I would learn how much of an understatement that was. So skip forward a couple of years due to my memory and the irrelevancy of them to the story. Basically, I was a normal-ish kid with a few friends here and there who occasionally got in trouble, for which I almost always got my ass kicked, but who didn't? Jumping back in at around 9 years old, I was in the third grade, probably my favorite year in school due to having met my best friends and getting along with most other kids. The abuse had already taken hold at this age; I was already pretty apathetic to most feelings and never smiled. It was so noticeable that when I finally did smile, a girl at lunch pointed it out like she had seen a unicorn. But I wasn't depressed; I was just angry and didn't know how to express myself.
As a result, I got into more trouble, some of it BS, some of it not, such as my music teacher sending me to the principal for mouthing curse words while quietly talking to myself. In my defense, I wasn't talking about her; I was all the way in the back and didn't know the ambiguous individual could read lips. In fifth grade, I had a female teacher and her assistant whom I disliked because the teacher, in my opinion, was a dick and her assistant would constantly misinterpret what I said as if I were speaking Japanese. She asked me for a paper, and it being a round table, I didn't want to bend all the way across the table to slide her the paper. So I slid the paper gently across the table, and, as anticlimactic as it sounds, the paper slowly made its way to her, and she did not even attempt to grab it or stop it. Instead, she let it fall on the floor and claimed I "threw" it at her. I got sent to my homie at this point, the principal (she wasn't my biggest fan either).
These two incidents led to some of the worst ass beatings I've received at this point in my life. I would later come home to my mom, who is about 2.5 times bigger and stronger than me, and she was furious. I was punched in my chest and thrown into a stool on the ground, followed by a merciless beating with a belt, and left alone to stare at a wall, wallowing in my sadness. I think I could have handled the physical abuse, but the most damaging was the mental and verbal abuse. I would be forced to strip down to my t-shirt and underwear and stand at the door for hours. while she faked phone calls to my relatives, telling them to come get me and that I'd be leaving, before telling me to go sit down. I was constantly threatened with my life if I didn't comply, told I was a worthless "father less individual", etc. I would yell and scream so loudly that apparently our neighbors could hear it, which led to DCFS being called.
How it was explained to me was that the lady next door was crazy (even though we knew her kid, who was like 2 years younger and went to the same school), and the DCFS agent would take me away to a horrible place, a foster home. My mother told me that if that were the case, I wouldn't be placed with my other family members; nope, straight to the government. She came in my room a week before the agent to "warn" me of the dangers I might face if I snitched on her. She made me watch an hour-long documentary about people who were abused by the staff of foster homes, drilling into my head that if I ended up there, the other kids would pick on me and steal from me. That the staff would repeatedly molest (she had a weird thing with this one; I was asked about it every other day if "someone was playing with my butt" completely unprompted from 3rd to 6th grade) me and my toe would be eaten by mice as she claimed happened to my cousin (apparently he needed his toe graphed back on but I never confirmed this with him).
All of this terrified me, so when the time came to nut up or shut up, my nuts retracted back upstairs, and I most definitely shut up big time. Unable to process my emotions, they started manifesting in anger, which led to me being excluded from certain events at school like the outdoor fun day. I had to stay inside while everyone else played. The principal told me that she was going easy on me, and had she been following the rules, I'd have been expelled from elementary school already (I did get suspended though). When it came time to visit the middle school near the end of the year, I had to beg them to let me go because apparently my reputation preceded me, and the middle school principal knew who I was and asked me not to come because of my behavior. My mother had an overwhelming amount of control over my life and others that I would only learn about when I was older (she was responsible for me being in the same class as my best friend 3rd through 5th grade and making sure they served food I would eat on an out-of-state field trip so I wouldn't starve). (It's not really negative, but it sets the tone for how it would soon turn negative.)
Sixth grade rolled around, but this time I got to stay with my great-grandmother in the south. The entire time away from my mother and I improved significantly; I made a lot more friends (probably because of southern hospitality) and overall had a good time (trust me, it was an oddly cool school with equally cool teachers) except for a couple other issues that came with living with my grandma. I returned the next year to mom and a new middle school. All that progress from earlier, yeah, went straight out the window almost immediately. My anger had subsided, and what was left developed into a deep depression and resentment for people, my mom included. I thought people were worthless, making friends useless, so I went out of my way to avoid most people for the longest time. Until I succumbed to my social urges and made a few friends by avoiding the lunch room and eating in one of the science classes with some kids I had other classes with. During this time, I was reluctantly in "therapy" (I had been there since elementary, just talking to social workers, but nothing came of it until now).
Trouble would always seem to follow me; anytime a message was relayed from the school to mom, it almost guaranteed an ass beating. I would seemingly get in trouble for nothing, and my teachers would unknowingly be sending me on my way down death row to meet the executioner. Once I got in trouble for "throwing" another paper. I didn't realize we needed it and put it in the recycling, but the teacher saw it and told me to keep it, so I put it under my seat, and it fell through the bars of my chair basket while I wasn't looking, and she was mad at me for it. I also told my math teacher to "stop harassing me" because every 5 minutes she was hounding me about completing some work I had no intention of doing. That mistake was damn near fatal because, for some reason, I wasn't allowed to feel harassed, and telling my teacher that was apparently way out of pocket. I should also mention I had good grades up until I eventually began failing them.
All of this leads to more violent abuse. I was shoved into a wall, which hurt my arm so bad I needed an ice pack (and had to lie to the nurse about why I needed it). The next day, I was repeatedly hit with a broom, picked up by my collar, and slammed into walls before being thrown on the ground. The physical pain would subside in hours, but because what was done and said to me never left, I would almost always be left to sit and stare alone with my thoughts, and because of this, my mental state would degrade rapidly. Nothing else could bring me to tears like the pain of the person responsible for your entire life, who was supposed to love you unconditionally, constantly tormenting you. Her words would pierce and sting, while the same thing said to me by anyone else would roll off me like water off a duck's back.
Unable to escape the constant beratement, and depending on the severity, this would send me into suicidal spirals, and when I hit emotional rock bottom and couldn't feel any worse about myself, it was the only thing I looked forward to and all I thought about for months. When people asked me, "NT (Me), what are you going to be when you grow up?" or "NT, you're getting older. Have you thought about what you're going to do when you reach x (usually 18+) years old?" I had no idea, no answer. In my mind, living to be older than 16 seemed impossible. They were right when they said time would fly by. Back at school, the stress was getting to me. During a random game of Uno, I broke down and expressed some of my feelings, along with the fact that I was almost getting my ass beat with random objects on a weekly basis.
This ultimately led to no improvements in my life, just more people in my business. The process of them trying to help was akin to getting a law passed, full of procedures and red tape they had to follow because there was no physical evidence—I had no cuts, bruises, or wounds they could see. All they had to go on was the testimony of an emotionally disturbed preteen. They recommended I be placed in a mental hospital. I stayed after school while they called my dad to pick me up, and the car ride was silent until we arrived at the hospital. He asked, "Do you want to go in?" I said, "Yeah," and he couldn't figure out why he said I had it easy as a child. Because all I had to worry about was school and I had no bills to pay, I shouldn't have any reason to kill myself. I was essentially overreacting to him. So we went home.
Because I'm about to enter the next arc of my story. I'll share some extra fun facts that aren't directly related to the story, but I'd be remiss if I didn't. Our principal told us we had too many students for what the building was originally intended for. One day, while walking up the narrow stairs in between a crowd of kids rushing for their lockers, I was knocked over and trampled. I had at least two feet up my ass, one in my back, and one on top of my head, and I couldn't get up because no one could see me. Not long after, a teacher had to stop them from walking up the stairs so I could get up. When I got to my locker, the person whose locker was next to mine casually mentioned the trampling, and to be honest, it had only happened 30 seconds before, so I was pretty blown when she said that (I looked at her like, yeah, ambiguous individual, that was me y'all were just stepping on) and I told her, "Yeah, that was me." But let's not forget the time two of my classmates were fucking around playfighting and threw each other in such a way that the dude kicked me in the face. I sat in the same spot on the wall while waiting for my teacher, and, believe it or not, lightning does strike twice, because they were fucking around again and kicked me in the face in nearly the same way. This was an advisory class we had only once a week, and to make a long story even longer, I learned not to sit next to that wall anymore.
I began high school at the age of 14 and remained largely unchanged during this time. I still couldn't talk to anyone and dealt with the stress of going home to my mom, which significantly impacted how I behaved and how my grades would turn out at first. I had almost all A's before spiraling downward; at that point, I stopped caring what others thought of me and did whatever I could to make myself feel better. I would sleep in hallways on the floor, skip class, and do little to no work. I couldn't concentrate and wasn't worried about the consequences of my decisions until I graduated. The food in my house would run short, and my mom always told me if I ate it all before she went back to the grocery store, she wouldn't buy any more. I started skipping meals and eating less per meal to stretch the food we had, and at times I couldn't move without being doubled over in pain.
I was confined to my room almost constantly. I wasn't allowed to go anywhere but school, a couple of nearby restaurants, and back home. I couldn't leave my house if I wanted to hang out with friends (if only I had any) because I had to be in her presence at all times. I hypothesized about going to hang out with a female friend and was told I wouldn't be allowed to without her following behind us (I was 17 when I asked). If I wanted to hang out with a male friend, they had to go through a background check of sorts (it was easier to get a gun card than to get some friends I could hang with). I had to get their parents' phone numbers so she could talk to them, and then she would decide whether or not I could go, which wasn't even a guarantee. Imagine you're in school, and a kid who wants to be friends with you tells you they need your parents to talk to each other and give their permission. That's embarrassing. I would imagine I'd be laughed at and made fun of, or they wouldn't go through all the trouble for someone who was already known as an incredibly strange individual, so most of the time I never tried out of fear of this.
I had no way to cope surrounded by people, and knowing what some of them might think of me, I would put my head down for weeks in every class because at this point I was genuinely terrified of people. I had developed selective mutism and would not talk to 98 percent of students and about 80 to 90 percent of staff; when I did, it was in short, vague sentences and almost only when spoken to. Up until I was 15, the abuse continued the same as before, but as I got older, it became more Physical I had mostly stopped getting hit with belts, and when I did get hit, it was in the arm and chest, with the occasional hit in the mouth. I'd be backed into a corner while my mother yelled the most vile and hurtful things at me. I was told I ruined her life and that I kept her from having a life. If I ever lost my keys, I would immediately be in trouble, but if I lied about it, that was even worse. My mom worked from home before it was cool to work from home, so she was almost constantly home. If I had lied about having my keys, I would have been locked out of the house for hours until she finished working, rain or shine; snowing and cold; hot and humid; it didn't matter. But that mostly stopped when the damage it did to me became apparent, and I had a psychotic episode.
My mother was upset with me for some reason and was yelling loudly about how worthless I was, that she wished I was never born, and so on. (At this point, I was the most miserable I'd been in a long time. My mental state was comparable to the fragility of a ceramic plate: solid, sturdy, and functional. Just pray to God you don't drop it if you'd like it to remain intact.) I became late because I had misplaced my hat, but when I told her I had it in my pocket, she said, "Let me see it then; why is it not on your head? Put it on!" So I began looking for my hat in my bookbag, and when I found it, she snatched it from my grasp and smacked me on the head with it. I felt something click inside me, like a light switch being turned on. Without warning, I began having a psychotic breakdown. I put my hands on my head and started screaming as loud as I could uncontrollably, "I can't take it! I can't take it anymore," repeatedly while frantically shuffling like a chicken with its head cut off in front of my mom. I had no control over my actions, and my mother stopped me and pulled my hands off my head, but I wouldn't stop screaming, and she had to calm me down in order for me to stop. It was terrifying for the both of us because I think it was the first time she had ever seen anything like that, and it was the first time I ever did anything like that. The feeling was terrifying almost indescribable the closest comparison I could make is to the tea cup scene from get out. I felt like I got yanked out my body while simultaneously remaining in there like my soul was trapped behind my eyes and all I could do is watch.
After that experience, my mother began to soften her stance toward me, and the big 19 began, so I had virtual classes for about two years that I never finished, but I persevered and eventually graduated (while failing a significant number of classes), and when I did, I was enrolled in an alternative school. When I was eighteen, me and my mom got into an argument because I didn't want to go back to school. It was boring and sad because there were only two or three kids in my class, and we did elementary school work all day. There were no phones, we had to wear uniforms, and free time was scarce. The only slightly good part was that we worked a couple hours a day and they paid us. But it was only four dollars an hour, and we worked two hours each day unless you were in the special work program, which meant you worked two extra hours after school. With the long cab ride there, I'd get home around 5:30 to 6:00 every day, only to wake up at 8 a.m. and do it all over again. But we agreed that if I found a job before school resumed, I wouldn't have to go. I had a week and a half to do it.
I applied everywhere and even made it all the way through orientation at one place, but I was in a factory doing 12 hour shifts and about 4 miles from my house, so I turned it down because I was scared and had to be realistic because walking multiple miles through areas I'd never been to daily was just too much for me. I was told I had to leave if I wasn't working or going to school, and I couldn't stay the night. I was kicked out after calling my grandparents, who said I could stay with them. I packed two weeks worth of clothes and walked over there. The first few weeks were weird, but I finally saw the light at the end of the world's darkest and longest tunnel. For the first time in years, I knew what it was like to not be abused and verbally assaulted on a daily basis. But, unfortunately, I was beyond repair, at least on my own. I searched for a job and tried to enroll in college, but I was never taught or allowed to do that growing up. I was raised indoors and was never taught the skills needed to survive outside. I still didn't know how to talk to people, and I was terrified of them. I would have panic attacks a couple times a month and rely on others to feed and clothe me. I was wearing the same two weeks worth of clothes for several months until my great-grandmother sent me more.
Around this time I started smoking weed, and it was amazing how those first times getting high were the best and made me forget all about my problems and truly relax. But I didn't know what I was getting into and developed an exponentially growing habit. I started taking fake Xanax and getting slumped while I went about my day high as a kite. Just to forget about the majority of what I did the following day. The only reason my Xan problem didn't get out of hand was that I kept losing all of the pills after a few times, so I stopped buying them. But it was too late when I exhausted the small amount I had and began withdrawing. Let me tell you, like anyone else who has dealt with Xan withdrawals will tell you, they are not to be played with; hell isn't even a good enough comparison. It's something I truly wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. (My mom excluded.) I had severe paranoia, extreme agitation, a splitting headache that wouldn't quit, and panic attacks frequently (plus a strong urge to KMS as well, which is normal at this point). But I was lucky: Xanax is the only drug that can kill you by going cold turkey, and if your body became physically dependent, you were more than likely to have multiple seizures coming your way.
My replacement for Xanax was fake Mallinckrodt pills, aka dirty 30s, blues, perc 30s, or whatever name you used or knew they were synonymous with fentanyl or worse. (Believe me when I say they most definitely make things worse than fent) I'm confident I got worse because they didn't test positive for fent, which means its something the test couldn't detect. I turned full junkie and was smoking them off foil before I was 19. I overdosed twice going to sleep, and I was never confident if I was going to wake up. The opioid withdrawals are 100x easier than the Xans, and I was smoking drugs stronger than fentanyl. I quit those, and not too long after, I was taking fake ecstasy pills and Molly capsules, which, aside from the slight stimulant psychosis and vomiting, were probably my favorites. They let me experience happiness for the first time and gave me the ability to communicate and interact with other people. It felt like I'd been missing something my entire life.
Now I'm 19 on the cusp of being a broke "adult" with no real skills, aspirations, or anything positive going for him. This year I discovered while in high school I was diagnosed with autism, ADHD, ODD, social anxiety disorder, and antisocial personality disorder, all while attending school, and nobody ever told me or hinted at it to me in the slightest at all. I guess they just wanted me to cruise through life ignorant and struggling. I'm constantly reminded of how much of a burden I am because I can't do much more than take care of myself. I hide it somewhat well due to my lifelong fear of being mistaken for insane, but it takes an enormous amount of effort to even get out of bed and make something to eat. In order to keep the invasive thoughts and feelings away, I have to keep myself entertained and amused all day or else the feelings come rushing back. I honestly hate my life. I have little to look forward to and regret my almost entire life due to me ruining any chance at fun I had growing up because of how I behaved. I can barely leave my house, and if I go anywhere beyond a couple of blocks, I have panic attacks and get extreme anxiety that effects me physically. I feel my ability to comprehend and understand things slowing down. It's harder to focus and pay attention, and I feel almost like an alien when I'm around other people.
Recently, I had a phone call with my mom and had a panic attack (we haven't spoken in 2 years since I was put out). It was just like old times, when she was mad at me about a misunderstanding and was yelling and screaming about how I don't care that I'm wasting her money. (she bought my phone as a gift on a payment plan when I turned 18) As an adult I felt extremely disrespected by the things she said so before my mental health suffered anymore I hung up mid sentence and blocked her. The next day my phone was bricked and completely unusable, as it was technically not paid for, so somebody had to get me a new phone. Today I feel extremely hopeless towards any chance of repairing my life. I don't know what to do and I wish I did. I wish I could shake this dead man walking feeling I've got. Throughout the day, life doesn't even feel real at times. I feel as though if I keep hanging in there, eventually someone's going to find me hanging from somewhere. I don't know how my relatives do it. I could never imagine being their age. This isn't everything that's ever happened to me (I know it's hard to believe), but I feel I've described my story as concisely as possible in a semi-chronological order. Anything else would just be extra or I'd be repeating myself. With all that being said, my think noodle is hurting, and I think (clearly I do too much of this) I need to find it some dopamine. I appreciate anyone who takes the time to read this fully because, as God knows, I can't tell a living soul who knows me this. Night. -NT
2023.03.25 05:43 DillPicklenoots The field medic hazard payout boxes for healers are insulting. These are not gunna make people queue heals in shuffle.
I've gotten 12 of these boxes today, and they've netted me a combined 45g and some more primal chaos and marks of honor, which I already have too many of. Why can't you just shovel gold at healers? These boxes should have like 500g in them, some random transmog gear or pvp mog sets, or even the new crimson equipment chest conq boxes so we can send it to our DPS alts and gear them up quicker.
The goal of these incentives is to get people to play healer. This does not remotely do that. It's kind of insulting that they think this suffices as an "incentive". Come on blizz. If you want more people to play heals and lessen these shuffle queues for DPS, you're gunna have to do way better than this. The queues today for DPS have been much longer than usual. Had multiple 40 mins queues, which im guessing is because healers are tired of ret paladins. Hoping its better tomorrow after ret nerf hotfix.
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The goal of these incentives is to get people to play healer. This does not remotely do that. It's kind of insulting that they think this suffices as an "incentive". Come on blizz. If you want more people to play heals and lessen these shuffle queues for DPS, you're gunna have to do way better than this. The queues today for DPS have been much longer than usual. Had multiple 40 mins queues, which im guessing is because healers are tired of ret paladins. Hoping its better tomorrow after ret nerf hotfix.
2023.03.25 05:40 redpierrr Slenderman... Jr.?
FINAL DRAFT: To post to Subreddits.
Slenderman has always been an internet rumor of sorts. You know, the sort of thing that you only see in videogames, videos of creepypastas, let’s play, et cetera, et cetera. This was how I believed Slenderman, just a sort of internet rumor of sorts. That was, until I changed my belief of Slenderman after I had an experience of sorts with him.
I remember I played Slenderman a lot as a kid and was only scared by it at first because I do not get scared easily, but one day I discovered a new story of sorts that changed my belief of Slenderman as only a game. An internet advertisement when I was watching let’s plays told me that Slenderman was watching me, and this scared me a little bit but again it did not scare me a lot because it is very difficult to scare me. Just for reference I did not even get scared when a bee or even a wasp landed on my bare skin.
I clicked on the advertisement because of curiosity, and it directed or redirected my browser to a website of sorts that displayed nothing more than a black screen with hyperrealistic blood and Slenderman in the middle surrounded by hyperrealistic blood and guts and disgusting bits. Of course this was very disturbing but because I was not scared I clicked on Slenderman because I believed it could have been a game of sorts or a “ARG” which I saw a video about a little bit ago.
When I clicked my mouse on Slenderman I heard suddenly a very loud noise of sorts that was very high pitched and was also extremely disturbing. Even I was taken a-back and had to take off my earbuds because it scared me so badly, which does not happen often even when wasps land on me. When I looked back at Slenderman on the screen there was a smaller Slenderman next to the normal Slenderman also covered in hyperrealistic blood, and he told me that he is “Slenderman Jr.”. Of course this was some sort of joke or if it was not it was very scary.
At this same time the website that this advertisement led me to was closed all by itself. In fact at this time I was not even putting my hands anywhere near my iPad because I was too busy covering my ears because of the noise of sorts that had just played through my earbuds. After the website closed I saw on my iPad screen “1 out of 8 websites discovered.” I muttered under my breath this is no joke because this could not be a game or “ARG” or anything other than a Slenderman curse, or a curse from Slenderman Jr. because Slenderman only works with pages, Slenderman Jr. works with websites of sorts, a different type of “pages” of sorts.
I immediately began to look for different advertisements but there were 7 to be found and I was also a little bit scared that Slenderman Jr. would find me on the websites which would be a jump-scare of sorts which I saw in many of the let’s play videos I watched. I tried calling the police officers because at this time I was so scared but instead of going to voice-mail instead I think it was Slenderman Jr. who picked up because he told me you can not hide until you have discovered all 8 of the websites. Ok, what?
As I browsed YouTube for more advertisements the YouTube 666 glitch occurred and my YouTube began to be covered in hyperrealistic blood with weird noises of sorts that disturbed me and created a desultory feeling inside of me. Even though there was blood everywhere and it was even possible that at the same time I was being cursed by the Devil or Slenderman Jr. with his powers of sorts I still was happy because these brought me more advertisements. Before I knew it I even found the second website from an advertisement that showed Slenderman Jr. holding me as a hyperrealistic body with hyperrealistic blood, too.
Very quickly I found many of the rest of the websites but because Slenderman Jr. was a trickster of sorts like a fox or another fairy tale character he put fake websites to deceive me these websites also were deadly because Slenderman Jr. made eye contact with me even though he has no eyes he could still see me through the screen somehow. Or maybe he was not seeing me through the screen?
After I found the sixth website I was called by the police officer. I am saved I thought until I picked it up and realized how boned I really am. Slenderman Jr. said he killed the police officer and I was next if I dared to collect the pages and see his story. I dropped the phone really hard and began to look for the last websites. I also heard a noise inside of my house which I believed was my parents or older brother because what else would it be?
It was not my parents or older brother because when I found the 7th page a tall man of sorts teleported to me in my bedroom through the door. He was probably heading for the source of the pages which was my iPad. At that time I was about to scream Slenderman but I noticed it was Slenderman Jr. because he was covered in realistic blood and also was shorter than I remember Slenderman from the games and advertisements I saw.
When I saw Slenderman Jr. I remembered always look away because if you look at Slenderman or now Slenderman Jr. it could be the last thing you ever see so I had to shut my eyes tight and leave the room to go outside to collect the final website. It felt like I was now in the let’s play videos I watched because at the same time I walked around with my iPad outside trying to find the last website and not look at Slenderman Jr. or I will sort of die.
Just as I discovered the final advertisement I was about to direct myself to the website but I heard a large scream of sorts that sounded like my mom. I was about to end this but thought I must save my mom. I ran back to the house when I realized blood was everywhere and no where were my parents only Slenderman Jr. in the corner of my eye he was about to destroy me. Uh oh. I ran to my parents bed room and they were there and safe too so what was the scream was it Slenderman Jr. being a trickster of sorts?
This was answered when I clicked on the final website and 8/8 websites discovered. However Slenderman Jr. only got more mad when he said 8 out of 8 websites discovered… how many websites have you completed? He grew a smile so big that it finally made me so scared I could only scream as he demolished me forever. Slenderman Jr., son of slenderman.
submitted by redpierrr to Iconpasta [link] [comments]
Slenderman has always been an internet rumor of sorts. You know, the sort of thing that you only see in videogames, videos of creepypastas, let’s play, et cetera, et cetera. This was how I believed Slenderman, just a sort of internet rumor of sorts. That was, until I changed my belief of Slenderman after I had an experience of sorts with him.
I remember I played Slenderman a lot as a kid and was only scared by it at first because I do not get scared easily, but one day I discovered a new story of sorts that changed my belief of Slenderman as only a game. An internet advertisement when I was watching let’s plays told me that Slenderman was watching me, and this scared me a little bit but again it did not scare me a lot because it is very difficult to scare me. Just for reference I did not even get scared when a bee or even a wasp landed on my bare skin.
I clicked on the advertisement because of curiosity, and it directed or redirected my browser to a website of sorts that displayed nothing more than a black screen with hyperrealistic blood and Slenderman in the middle surrounded by hyperrealistic blood and guts and disgusting bits. Of course this was very disturbing but because I was not scared I clicked on Slenderman because I believed it could have been a game of sorts or a “ARG” which I saw a video about a little bit ago.
When I clicked my mouse on Slenderman I heard suddenly a very loud noise of sorts that was very high pitched and was also extremely disturbing. Even I was taken a-back and had to take off my earbuds because it scared me so badly, which does not happen often even when wasps land on me. When I looked back at Slenderman on the screen there was a smaller Slenderman next to the normal Slenderman also covered in hyperrealistic blood, and he told me that he is “Slenderman Jr.”. Of course this was some sort of joke or if it was not it was very scary.
At this same time the website that this advertisement led me to was closed all by itself. In fact at this time I was not even putting my hands anywhere near my iPad because I was too busy covering my ears because of the noise of sorts that had just played through my earbuds. After the website closed I saw on my iPad screen “1 out of 8 websites discovered.” I muttered under my breath this is no joke because this could not be a game or “ARG” or anything other than a Slenderman curse, or a curse from Slenderman Jr. because Slenderman only works with pages, Slenderman Jr. works with websites of sorts, a different type of “pages” of sorts.
I immediately began to look for different advertisements but there were 7 to be found and I was also a little bit scared that Slenderman Jr. would find me on the websites which would be a jump-scare of sorts which I saw in many of the let’s play videos I watched. I tried calling the police officers because at this time I was so scared but instead of going to voice-mail instead I think it was Slenderman Jr. who picked up because he told me you can not hide until you have discovered all 8 of the websites. Ok, what?
As I browsed YouTube for more advertisements the YouTube 666 glitch occurred and my YouTube began to be covered in hyperrealistic blood with weird noises of sorts that disturbed me and created a desultory feeling inside of me. Even though there was blood everywhere and it was even possible that at the same time I was being cursed by the Devil or Slenderman Jr. with his powers of sorts I still was happy because these brought me more advertisements. Before I knew it I even found the second website from an advertisement that showed Slenderman Jr. holding me as a hyperrealistic body with hyperrealistic blood, too.
Very quickly I found many of the rest of the websites but because Slenderman Jr. was a trickster of sorts like a fox or another fairy tale character he put fake websites to deceive me these websites also were deadly because Slenderman Jr. made eye contact with me even though he has no eyes he could still see me through the screen somehow. Or maybe he was not seeing me through the screen?
After I found the sixth website I was called by the police officer. I am saved I thought until I picked it up and realized how boned I really am. Slenderman Jr. said he killed the police officer and I was next if I dared to collect the pages and see his story. I dropped the phone really hard and began to look for the last websites. I also heard a noise inside of my house which I believed was my parents or older brother because what else would it be?
It was not my parents or older brother because when I found the 7th page a tall man of sorts teleported to me in my bedroom through the door. He was probably heading for the source of the pages which was my iPad. At that time I was about to scream Slenderman but I noticed it was Slenderman Jr. because he was covered in realistic blood and also was shorter than I remember Slenderman from the games and advertisements I saw.
When I saw Slenderman Jr. I remembered always look away because if you look at Slenderman or now Slenderman Jr. it could be the last thing you ever see so I had to shut my eyes tight and leave the room to go outside to collect the final website. It felt like I was now in the let’s play videos I watched because at the same time I walked around with my iPad outside trying to find the last website and not look at Slenderman Jr. or I will sort of die.
Just as I discovered the final advertisement I was about to direct myself to the website but I heard a large scream of sorts that sounded like my mom. I was about to end this but thought I must save my mom. I ran back to the house when I realized blood was everywhere and no where were my parents only Slenderman Jr. in the corner of my eye he was about to destroy me. Uh oh. I ran to my parents bed room and they were there and safe too so what was the scream was it Slenderman Jr. being a trickster of sorts?
This was answered when I clicked on the final website and 8/8 websites discovered. However Slenderman Jr. only got more mad when he said 8 out of 8 websites discovered… how many websites have you completed? He grew a smile so big that it finally made me so scared I could only scream as he demolished me forever. Slenderman Jr., son of slenderman.
2023.03.25 05:39 redpierrr Slenderman... Jr.?
FINAL DRAFT: To post to Subreddits.
Slenderman has always been an internet rumor of sorts. You know, the sort of thing that you only see in videogames, videos of creepypastas, let’s play, et cetera, et cetera. This was how I believed Slenderman, just a sort of internet rumor of sorts. That was, until I changed my belief of Slenderman after I had an experience of sorts with him.
I remember I played Slenderman a lot as a kid and was only scared by it at first because I do not get scared easily, but one day I discovered a new story of sorts that changed my belief of Slenderman as only a game. An internet advertisement when I was watching let’s plays told me that Slenderman was watching me, and this scared me a little bit but again it did not scare me a lot because it is very difficult to scare me. Just for reference I did not even get scared when a bee or even a wasp landed on my bare skin.
I clicked on the advertisement because of curiosity, and it directed or redirected my browser to a website of sorts that displayed nothing more than a black screen with hyperrealistic blood and Slenderman in the middle surrounded by hyperrealistic blood and guts and disgusting bits. Of course this was very disturbing but because I was not scared I clicked on Slenderman because I believed it could have been a game of sorts or a “ARG” which I saw a video about a little bit ago.
When I clicked my mouse on Slenderman I heard suddenly a very loud noise of sorts that was very high pitched and was also extremely disturbing. Even I was taken a-back and had to take off my earbuds because it scared me so badly, which does not happen often even when wasps land on me. When I looked back at Slenderman on the screen there was a smaller Slenderman next to the normal Slenderman also covered in hyperrealistic blood, and he told me that he is “Slenderman Jr.”. Of course this was some sort of joke or if it was not it was very scary.
At this same time the website that this advertisement led me to was closed all by itself. In fact at this time I was not even putting my hands anywhere near my iPad because I was too busy covering my ears because of the noise of sorts that had just played through my earbuds. After the website closed I saw on my iPad screen “1 out of 8 websites discovered.” I muttered under my breath this is no joke because this could not be a game or “ARG” or anything other than a Slenderman curse, or a curse from Slenderman Jr. because Slenderman only works with pages, Slenderman Jr. works with websites of sorts, a different type of “pages” of sorts.
I immediately began to look for different advertisements but there were 7 to be found and I was also a little bit scared that Slenderman Jr. would find me on the websites which would be a jump-scare of sorts which I saw in many of the let’s play videos I watched. I tried calling the police officers because at this time I was so scared but instead of going to voice-mail instead I think it was Slenderman Jr. who picked up because he told me you can not hide until you have discovered all 8 of the websites. Ok, what?
As I browsed YouTube for more advertisements the YouTube 666 glitch occurred and my YouTube began to be covered in hyperrealistic blood with weird noises of sorts that disturbed me and created a desultory feeling inside of me. Even though there was blood everywhere and it was even possible that at the same time I was being cursed by the Devil or Slenderman Jr. with his powers of sorts I still was happy because these brought me more advertisements. Before I knew it I even found the second website from an advertisement that showed Slenderman Jr. holding me as a hyperrealistic body with hyperrealistic blood, too.
Very quickly I found many of the rest of the websites but because Slenderman Jr. was a trickster of sorts like a fox or another fairy tale character he put fake websites to deceive me these websites also were deadly because Slenderman Jr. made eye contact with me even though he has no eyes he could still see me through the screen somehow. Or maybe he was not seeing me through the screen?
After I found the sixth website I was called by the police officer. I am saved I thought until I picked it up and realized how boned I really am. Slenderman Jr. said he killed the police officer and I was next if I dared to collect the pages and see his story. I dropped the phone really hard and began to look for the last websites. I also heard a noise inside of my house which I believed was my parents or older brother because what else would it be?
It was not my parents or older brother because when I found the 7th page a tall man of sorts teleported to me in my bedroom through the door. He was probably heading for the source of the pages which was my iPad. At that time I was about to scream Slenderman but I noticed it was Slenderman Jr. because he was covered in realistic blood and also was shorter than I remember Slenderman from the games and advertisements I saw.
When I saw Slenderman Jr. I remembered always look away because if you look at Slenderman or now Slenderman Jr. it could be the last thing you ever see so I had to shut my eyes tight and leave the room to go outside to collect the final website. It felt like I was now in the let’s play videos I watched because at the same time I walked around with my iPad outside trying to find the last website and not look at Slenderman Jr. or I will sort of die.
Just as I discovered the final advertisement I was about to direct myself to the website but I heard a large scream of sorts that sounded like my mom. I was about to end this but thought I must save my mom. I ran back to the house when I realized blood was everywhere and no where were my parents only Slenderman Jr. in the corner of my eye he was about to destroy me. Uh oh. I ran to my parents bed room and they were there and safe too so what was the scream was it Slenderman Jr. being a trickster of sorts?
This was answered when I clicked on the final website and 8/8 websites discovered. However Slenderman Jr. only got more mad when he said 8 out of 8 websites discovered… how many websites have you completed? He grew a smile so big that it finally made me so scared I could only scream as he demolished me forever. Slenderman Jr., son of slenderman.
submitted by redpierrr to creepypasta [link] [comments]
Slenderman has always been an internet rumor of sorts. You know, the sort of thing that you only see in videogames, videos of creepypastas, let’s play, et cetera, et cetera. This was how I believed Slenderman, just a sort of internet rumor of sorts. That was, until I changed my belief of Slenderman after I had an experience of sorts with him.
I remember I played Slenderman a lot as a kid and was only scared by it at first because I do not get scared easily, but one day I discovered a new story of sorts that changed my belief of Slenderman as only a game. An internet advertisement when I was watching let’s plays told me that Slenderman was watching me, and this scared me a little bit but again it did not scare me a lot because it is very difficult to scare me. Just for reference I did not even get scared when a bee or even a wasp landed on my bare skin.
I clicked on the advertisement because of curiosity, and it directed or redirected my browser to a website of sorts that displayed nothing more than a black screen with hyperrealistic blood and Slenderman in the middle surrounded by hyperrealistic blood and guts and disgusting bits. Of course this was very disturbing but because I was not scared I clicked on Slenderman because I believed it could have been a game of sorts or a “ARG” which I saw a video about a little bit ago.
When I clicked my mouse on Slenderman I heard suddenly a very loud noise of sorts that was very high pitched and was also extremely disturbing. Even I was taken a-back and had to take off my earbuds because it scared me so badly, which does not happen often even when wasps land on me. When I looked back at Slenderman on the screen there was a smaller Slenderman next to the normal Slenderman also covered in hyperrealistic blood, and he told me that he is “Slenderman Jr.”. Of course this was some sort of joke or if it was not it was very scary.
At this same time the website that this advertisement led me to was closed all by itself. In fact at this time I was not even putting my hands anywhere near my iPad because I was too busy covering my ears because of the noise of sorts that had just played through my earbuds. After the website closed I saw on my iPad screen “1 out of 8 websites discovered.” I muttered under my breath this is no joke because this could not be a game or “ARG” or anything other than a Slenderman curse, or a curse from Slenderman Jr. because Slenderman only works with pages, Slenderman Jr. works with websites of sorts, a different type of “pages” of sorts.
I immediately began to look for different advertisements but there were 7 to be found and I was also a little bit scared that Slenderman Jr. would find me on the websites which would be a jump-scare of sorts which I saw in many of the let’s play videos I watched. I tried calling the police officers because at this time I was so scared but instead of going to voice-mail instead I think it was Slenderman Jr. who picked up because he told me you can not hide until you have discovered all 8 of the websites. Ok, what?
As I browsed YouTube for more advertisements the YouTube 666 glitch occurred and my YouTube began to be covered in hyperrealistic blood with weird noises of sorts that disturbed me and created a desultory feeling inside of me. Even though there was blood everywhere and it was even possible that at the same time I was being cursed by the Devil or Slenderman Jr. with his powers of sorts I still was happy because these brought me more advertisements. Before I knew it I even found the second website from an advertisement that showed Slenderman Jr. holding me as a hyperrealistic body with hyperrealistic blood, too.
Very quickly I found many of the rest of the websites but because Slenderman Jr. was a trickster of sorts like a fox or another fairy tale character he put fake websites to deceive me these websites also were deadly because Slenderman Jr. made eye contact with me even though he has no eyes he could still see me through the screen somehow. Or maybe he was not seeing me through the screen?
After I found the sixth website I was called by the police officer. I am saved I thought until I picked it up and realized how boned I really am. Slenderman Jr. said he killed the police officer and I was next if I dared to collect the pages and see his story. I dropped the phone really hard and began to look for the last websites. I also heard a noise inside of my house which I believed was my parents or older brother because what else would it be?
It was not my parents or older brother because when I found the 7th page a tall man of sorts teleported to me in my bedroom through the door. He was probably heading for the source of the pages which was my iPad. At that time I was about to scream Slenderman but I noticed it was Slenderman Jr. because he was covered in realistic blood and also was shorter than I remember Slenderman from the games and advertisements I saw.
When I saw Slenderman Jr. I remembered always look away because if you look at Slenderman or now Slenderman Jr. it could be the last thing you ever see so I had to shut my eyes tight and leave the room to go outside to collect the final website. It felt like I was now in the let’s play videos I watched because at the same time I walked around with my iPad outside trying to find the last website and not look at Slenderman Jr. or I will sort of die.
Just as I discovered the final advertisement I was about to direct myself to the website but I heard a large scream of sorts that sounded like my mom. I was about to end this but thought I must save my mom. I ran back to the house when I realized blood was everywhere and no where were my parents only Slenderman Jr. in the corner of my eye he was about to destroy me. Uh oh. I ran to my parents bed room and they were there and safe too so what was the scream was it Slenderman Jr. being a trickster of sorts?
This was answered when I clicked on the final website and 8/8 websites discovered. However Slenderman Jr. only got more mad when he said 8 out of 8 websites discovered… how many websites have you completed? He grew a smile so big that it finally made me so scared I could only scream as he demolished me forever. Slenderman Jr., son of slenderman.
2023.03.25 05:39 redpierrr Slenderman... Jr.?
FINAL DRAFT: To post to Subreddits.
Slenderman has always been an internet rumor of sorts. You know, the sort of thing that you only see in videogames, videos of creepypastas, let’s play, et cetera, et cetera. This was how I believed Slenderman, just a sort of internet rumor of sorts. That was, until I changed my belief of Slenderman after I had an experience of sorts with him.
I remember I played Slenderman a lot as a kid and was only scared by it at first because I do not get scared easily, but one day I discovered a new story of sorts that changed my belief of Slenderman as only a game. An internet advertisement when I was watching let’s plays told me that Slenderman was watching me, and this scared me a little bit but again it did not scare me a lot because it is very difficult to scare me. Just for reference I did not even get scared when a bee or even a wasp landed on my bare skin.
I clicked on the advertisement because of curiosity, and it directed or redirected my browser to a website of sorts that displayed nothing more than a black screen with hyperrealistic blood and Slenderman in the middle surrounded by hyperrealistic blood and guts and disgusting bits. Of course this was very disturbing but because I was not scared I clicked on Slenderman because I believed it could have been a game of sorts or a “ARG” which I saw a video about a little bit ago.
When I clicked my mouse on Slenderman I heard suddenly a very loud noise of sorts that was very high pitched and was also extremely disturbing. Even I was taken a-back and had to take off my earbuds because it scared me so badly, which does not happen often even when wasps land on me. When I looked back at Slenderman on the screen there was a smaller Slenderman next to the normal Slenderman also covered in hyperrealistic blood, and he told me that he is “Slenderman Jr.”. Of course this was some sort of joke or if it was not it was very scary.
At this same time the website that this advertisement led me to was closed all by itself. In fact at this time I was not even putting my hands anywhere near my iPad because I was too busy covering my ears because of the noise of sorts that had just played through my earbuds. After the website closed I saw on my iPad screen “1 out of 8 websites discovered.” I muttered under my breath this is no joke because this could not be a game or “ARG” or anything other than a Slenderman curse, or a curse from Slenderman Jr. because Slenderman only works with pages, Slenderman Jr. works with websites of sorts, a different type of “pages” of sorts.
I immediately began to look for different advertisements but there were 7 to be found and I was also a little bit scared that Slenderman Jr. would find me on the websites which would be a jump-scare of sorts which I saw in many of the let’s play videos I watched. I tried calling the police officers because at this time I was so scared but instead of going to voice-mail instead I think it was Slenderman Jr. who picked up because he told me you can not hide until you have discovered all 8 of the websites. Ok, what?
As I browsed YouTube for more advertisements the YouTube 666 glitch occurred and my YouTube began to be covered in hyperrealistic blood with weird noises of sorts that disturbed me and created a desultory feeling inside of me. Even though there was blood everywhere and it was even possible that at the same time I was being cursed by the Devil or Slenderman Jr. with his powers of sorts I still was happy because these brought me more advertisements. Before I knew it I even found the second website from an advertisement that showed Slenderman Jr. holding me as a hyperrealistic body with hyperrealistic blood, too.
Very quickly I found many of the rest of the websites but because Slenderman Jr. was a trickster of sorts like a fox or another fairy tale character he put fake websites to deceive me these websites also were deadly because Slenderman Jr. made eye contact with me even though he has no eyes he could still see me through the screen somehow. Or maybe he was not seeing me through the screen?
After I found the sixth website I was called by the police officer. I am saved I thought until I picked it up and realized how boned I really am. Slenderman Jr. said he killed the police officer and I was next if I dared to collect the pages and see his story. I dropped the phone really hard and began to look for the last websites. I also heard a noise inside of my house which I believed was my parents or older brother because what else would it be?
It was not my parents or older brother because when I found the 7th page a tall man of sorts teleported to me in my bedroom through the door. He was probably heading for the source of the pages which was my iPad. At that time I was about to scream Slenderman but I noticed it was Slenderman Jr. because he was covered in realistic blood and also was shorter than I remember Slenderman from the games and advertisements I saw.
When I saw Slenderman Jr. I remembered always look away because if you look at Slenderman or now Slenderman Jr. it could be the last thing you ever see so I had to shut my eyes tight and leave the room to go outside to collect the final website. It felt like I was now in the let’s play videos I watched because at the same time I walked around with my iPad outside trying to find the last website and not look at Slenderman Jr. or I will sort of die.
Just as I discovered the final advertisement I was about to direct myself to the website but I heard a large scream of sorts that sounded like my mom. I was about to end this but thought I must save my mom. I ran back to the house when I realized blood was everywhere and no where were my parents only Slenderman Jr. in the corner of my eye he was about to destroy me. Uh oh. I ran to my parents bed room and they were there and safe too so what was the scream was it Slenderman Jr. being a trickster of sorts?
This was answered when I clicked on the final website and 8/8 websites discovered. However Slenderman Jr. only got more mad when he said 8 out of 8 websites discovered… how many websites have you completed? He grew a smile so big that it finally made me so scared I could only scream as he demolished me forever. Slenderman Jr., son of slenderman.
submitted by redpierrr to gamingcreepypasta [link] [comments]
Slenderman has always been an internet rumor of sorts. You know, the sort of thing that you only see in videogames, videos of creepypastas, let’s play, et cetera, et cetera. This was how I believed Slenderman, just a sort of internet rumor of sorts. That was, until I changed my belief of Slenderman after I had an experience of sorts with him.
I remember I played Slenderman a lot as a kid and was only scared by it at first because I do not get scared easily, but one day I discovered a new story of sorts that changed my belief of Slenderman as only a game. An internet advertisement when I was watching let’s plays told me that Slenderman was watching me, and this scared me a little bit but again it did not scare me a lot because it is very difficult to scare me. Just for reference I did not even get scared when a bee or even a wasp landed on my bare skin.
I clicked on the advertisement because of curiosity, and it directed or redirected my browser to a website of sorts that displayed nothing more than a black screen with hyperrealistic blood and Slenderman in the middle surrounded by hyperrealistic blood and guts and disgusting bits. Of course this was very disturbing but because I was not scared I clicked on Slenderman because I believed it could have been a game of sorts or a “ARG” which I saw a video about a little bit ago.
When I clicked my mouse on Slenderman I heard suddenly a very loud noise of sorts that was very high pitched and was also extremely disturbing. Even I was taken a-back and had to take off my earbuds because it scared me so badly, which does not happen often even when wasps land on me. When I looked back at Slenderman on the screen there was a smaller Slenderman next to the normal Slenderman also covered in hyperrealistic blood, and he told me that he is “Slenderman Jr.”. Of course this was some sort of joke or if it was not it was very scary.
At this same time the website that this advertisement led me to was closed all by itself. In fact at this time I was not even putting my hands anywhere near my iPad because I was too busy covering my ears because of the noise of sorts that had just played through my earbuds. After the website closed I saw on my iPad screen “1 out of 8 websites discovered.” I muttered under my breath this is no joke because this could not be a game or “ARG” or anything other than a Slenderman curse, or a curse from Slenderman Jr. because Slenderman only works with pages, Slenderman Jr. works with websites of sorts, a different type of “pages” of sorts.
I immediately began to look for different advertisements but there were 7 to be found and I was also a little bit scared that Slenderman Jr. would find me on the websites which would be a jump-scare of sorts which I saw in many of the let’s play videos I watched. I tried calling the police officers because at this time I was so scared but instead of going to voice-mail instead I think it was Slenderman Jr. who picked up because he told me you can not hide until you have discovered all 8 of the websites. Ok, what?
As I browsed YouTube for more advertisements the YouTube 666 glitch occurred and my YouTube began to be covered in hyperrealistic blood with weird noises of sorts that disturbed me and created a desultory feeling inside of me. Even though there was blood everywhere and it was even possible that at the same time I was being cursed by the Devil or Slenderman Jr. with his powers of sorts I still was happy because these brought me more advertisements. Before I knew it I even found the second website from an advertisement that showed Slenderman Jr. holding me as a hyperrealistic body with hyperrealistic blood, too.
Very quickly I found many of the rest of the websites but because Slenderman Jr. was a trickster of sorts like a fox or another fairy tale character he put fake websites to deceive me these websites also were deadly because Slenderman Jr. made eye contact with me even though he has no eyes he could still see me through the screen somehow. Or maybe he was not seeing me through the screen?
After I found the sixth website I was called by the police officer. I am saved I thought until I picked it up and realized how boned I really am. Slenderman Jr. said he killed the police officer and I was next if I dared to collect the pages and see his story. I dropped the phone really hard and began to look for the last websites. I also heard a noise inside of my house which I believed was my parents or older brother because what else would it be?
It was not my parents or older brother because when I found the 7th page a tall man of sorts teleported to me in my bedroom through the door. He was probably heading for the source of the pages which was my iPad. At that time I was about to scream Slenderman but I noticed it was Slenderman Jr. because he was covered in realistic blood and also was shorter than I remember Slenderman from the games and advertisements I saw.
When I saw Slenderman Jr. I remembered always look away because if you look at Slenderman or now Slenderman Jr. it could be the last thing you ever see so I had to shut my eyes tight and leave the room to go outside to collect the final website. It felt like I was now in the let’s play videos I watched because at the same time I walked around with my iPad outside trying to find the last website and not look at Slenderman Jr. or I will sort of die.
Just as I discovered the final advertisement I was about to direct myself to the website but I heard a large scream of sorts that sounded like my mom. I was about to end this but thought I must save my mom. I ran back to the house when I realized blood was everywhere and no where were my parents only Slenderman Jr. in the corner of my eye he was about to destroy me. Uh oh. I ran to my parents bed room and they were there and safe too so what was the scream was it Slenderman Jr. being a trickster of sorts?
This was answered when I clicked on the final website and 8/8 websites discovered. However Slenderman Jr. only got more mad when he said 8 out of 8 websites discovered… how many websites have you completed? He grew a smile so big that it finally made me so scared I could only scream as he demolished me forever. Slenderman Jr., son of slenderman.
2023.03.25 05:37 mrcrazytrainx2022 Removing records of minors at church
So we stopped attending church - I have send a letter to the solicitor of the church to remove the names of my children and their phone numbers with the youth leaders. My children are minors.
Does the church have to comply with my request?
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Does the church have to comply with my request?
2023.03.25 05:30 anonanonplease123 Etsy's US domestic flat letter postage (.60) never gets scanned in properly = eternal"pretransit"
Is this a common problem or is my just my local post office ?
All of my latest sales have just been labeled 'pre-transit' indefinitely though I sent them out with Etsy's tracked postage. I'm expecting Etsy to drop a shiny new reserve on my account because of this since that's what they did previously.
I'm talking about the letter mail shipping label. It's the one that's about .60 cents. It does say it comes with tracking and in the past its worked once or twice for me, but not lately.
**BTW I've been messaging my customers to let them know it has indeed gone out and explaining that etsy has tracking issues. Don't want people seeing 'pre-transit' and getting mad.
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All of my latest sales have just been labeled 'pre-transit' indefinitely though I sent them out with Etsy's tracked postage. I'm expecting Etsy to drop a shiny new reserve on my account because of this since that's what they did previously.
I'm talking about the letter mail shipping label. It's the one that's about .60 cents. It does say it comes with tracking and in the past its worked once or twice for me, but not lately.
**BTW I've been messaging my customers to let them know it has indeed gone out and explaining that etsy has tracking issues. Don't want people seeing 'pre-transit' and getting mad.
2023.03.25 05:30 StruggleForever Proof of disability documentation, submitted to employers? Gatekeeping by the medical industrial complex? Upcoming policy change?
People with disabilities, that are denied disability benefits.
When you apply for jobs, seek accommodations, etc. what proof/documentation do you submit to employers?
Does the employer send their own accommodation forms to YOUR doctor, and have your doctor fill them out?
OR
Does the employer send you to their own doctor for an assessment of what accommodations you need? Maybe there are disagreements?
What policy changes can be made to reduce gatekeeping by the medical industrial complex?
https://www.opm.gov/frequently-asked-questions/employment-faq/disability-employment/what-is-proof-of-disability-documentation/
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When you apply for jobs, seek accommodations, etc. what proof/documentation do you submit to employers?
Does the employer send their own accommodation forms to YOUR doctor, and have your doctor fill them out?
OR
Does the employer send you to their own doctor for an assessment of what accommodations you need? Maybe there are disagreements?
What policy changes can be made to reduce gatekeeping by the medical industrial complex?
https://www.opm.gov/frequently-asked-questions/employment-faq/disability-employment/what-is-proof-of-disability-documentation/