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Hey friends,
Right now I've been using my Truthear Hexa a lot. I have an S12 as well but I find the treble on it a little much most of the time, especially for a lot of the music I listen to.
I'm contemplating upgrading the Hexa to something in the near future right now I'm considering Aful Performer 5 or Performer 8. I realise they have rather different tunings so right now I'm using AutoEQ to tune the Hexas close to the P5 and P8 to see if I like their tunings. I understand this won't be exactly the same, technicalities and all that won't come across. But does anyone else do this to get an idea of what they like?
I mean for the most part I really like the Hexa I just wish it had more bass sometimes, and a bit smoother treble. So on paper that means the P5 is probably the safer option. But on the otherhand it does mean that while the P5 is more refined and has more bass, the tuning is similar to the Hexa, while the P8 is something different.
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So what do you guys do in these sorts of situations?

Background: I've played MAYBE 40 hours of Strive on keyboard to no success, only zero think mashing. Prior to that the only experience I've had in fighting games was Street Fighter 2 in the 90s
While playing Strive I noticed using a pad hurt my thumb a great deal and felt I was breaking my keyboard so I bought an arcade stick. it got maybe 2 hours of use so I didn't really know what I was doing on it. I tried the open beta using modern controls on pad and that felt great but I noticed my thumb was still struggling with the d-pad so I've opted to use my arcade stick once I got my hands on SF6 and forced Classic controls on myself ONLY for it
World Tour took me 24 hours to complete according to steam and I have not finished all side quests. I do however have all masters
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Intro chapters, very fun, introduced new mechanics at a comfortable pace but then suddenly stopped, had what felt like a very long time of no new specials, no supers, no drive impact, got a little stale. But I powered through it. I assume this was just a learning gap that I may have picked up somethings a little faster than others. Mobs quickly became irrelevant as their exp is just not worth it so they just get annoying and you find ways to try to sprint past them all. I forgot I had the slowdown drive for the entire playthrough.
Other cities were relatively disappointing but I can't complain too much as its largely a multiplayer game.
It is nice that after you max out mastery for 1 character, you don't have to swap to another style to level it if you don't want to. for example if you REALLY don't like playing Blanka, you don't need to use his style to max it out. If you play on a maxed out style it overflows the exp and stores it. you can allocate that exp to whichever one you want, whenever you want.
The cutscenes were all fantastic throughout the entire World Tour
Overall, I had a great time it was very fun. HOWEVER some of the fights the npc's VERY clearly read your inputs, some WAY more than others. For example near the end the fights of the final mission (spoilers if you don't want to know) >! bosch will use back to back supers. you cannot block them you cannot parry them, you cannot drive impact them, grab them, you CAN jump them for SOME of the animation but he WILL hit you with it every time. and he WILL spam it so you either heal tank it and pray he stops occasionally to let you fight back or you just lose because he's also invulnerable during it. luckily its not mandatory to beat him but you're gonna tell me you made it all that way and aren't gonna finish every fight? !<
These NPC's arent common but they are bullshit and you will remember them when you find them.
I am also disappointed that you can't use your Master's full kit even if you max them out as the inputs are different in WT mode. for example Cammy is the one I maxed out and both Hooligan AND spiral arrow shared the same input so you could only have 1 of them. I cannot for the life of me understand why this is the way it is, if I want to RP as Cammy's perfect desciple, I should be allowed to do so, it's MY journey as Capcom repeatedly stated for how they wanted this story mode to work. Let it be the PLAYERS journey but it's not actually. It would be more balanced than the mix and match abominations you can make by adding Dahlsim tp to command grabs.
Some side quests also force you to use modern controls even if you've been playing on classic the whole time, even after 15+ hours.
Did I learn how to play though like they intended this to do, teach beginners the basics? Maybe. I'll go online tomorrow for the first time since launch and come back to anyone curious with an update. I'll say some things I really find frustrating about the controls is how drive rush works on arcade stick. For such an essential tool, it kind of feels like ass to execute.

Just wanted to come on here to see if I was the only one that has been noticing a small quality decrease in the bags/fry boats. I’m fairly new I will admit but I remember the bags being very easy to open for example the C-bags or 6 bags for fry’s. Today I tried to flick a C-bag open and it got stuck together and I had to put my whole hand through to get it unstuck. As well for fry boats I try to get one and before it was simple and now like 2 or 3 get stuck together and I gotta pull them off one by one. I personally don’t find it necessarily a bad thing I just wanted to reach out to see if anybody at other stores have been experiencing the same thing because during a rush it does slow me down a tad bit not gonna lie.

Moonwatcher padded down the halls alongside the other students as class ended. The previous class was Art, which was nice to do after learning more about the history of Pyrrhia.
It was different, being at Jade Mountain Academy. There were so many dragons, all with their thoughts and such that plagued her mind as she went past those dragons. It was such a migraine that it was a miracle she was still sane.
Her other clawmates were having fun adjusting. Kinkajou was bounding around, her scales a bright pink that hurt the NightWing’s eyes so much that she had to look away from them. Carnelian was grumbling most of the time, taking spots that were secluded or empty before the rest of the class got in.
From what Moon has seen, Qibli was trying to make friends with Winter, the SandWing not having the best of luck with the IceWing. Moon didn’t want to peek into their minds; she was having a hard time as it was, with all the noise that was going on. Umber was also trying to get attention, mainly Qibli, but it seemed for naught.
The only one that didn’t seem different was Turtle. The SeaWing was quite the enigma, perplexing Moon as she had no idea what he was thinking. He was quiet, like her, and usually sat alone without anyone around him. Several times, she had seen Kinkajou and Qibli try to coax him out, but that was for naught as well.
Still, as Moon walked through the halls and headed back to her small dorm, she felt the freezing presence of an IceWing. She didn’t turn, just walking, but she listened as best she could with her powers. It wasn’t good to use them; they were a curse, but she needed to know which IceWing it was.
That dragon was boring. Ugh, I shouldn’t be here. I should be training to fight the Queen, not be here with these lesser dragons. One more class then back to the stupid dorm. Those thoughts let the NightWing know which IceWing was talking: Icicle.
Winter’s sister, and not the pleasant dragon to run into.
Moon continued to walk, not wanting to run into the IceWing, as it seemed she was in a foul mood today. She passed the IceWing, not making eye contact with her as she didn’t want to incur the wrath of that foul mood. It didn’t seem like she took notice of her, as she passed by the NightWing without a look. Moon let out an internal sigh; she didn’t want to attract attention from a royal IceWing that hated her guts and other NightWings as well.
She went to History, the lesson being about the history of the SkyWings, which had peaked Carnelian’s attention. It seemed like that was what it took to get the SkyWing’s attention, which Moon heard from Qibli’s mind noting that little tidbit.
It seemed like it was going to be a more peaceful day despite the foul mood of the IceWings.
Still, Moon didn’t want to jinx it, as she had no idea what was going to happen. Especially afterward. Hopefully, it wasn’t going to be too bad with the assignments.
As all the dragons in the class got up, Moon had to stop for a second, a pained breath coming out of her mouth. It was barely noticeable, as she quickly got over it. She padded after the other students, and she felt the ache of several bones within her body.
What the NightWing didn’t know was that someone did notice…
Icicle didn’t know what to do. She returned to her cave after class, hoping to complete her assignments for the next day. Still, it was boring, listening to the teachers, but she was used to it. Being taught in the IceWing kingdom came with those many perks for this school. She didn’t like the happiness and being nice to everyone. It disgusted her to an extent.
And on top of that, learning with other tribes! The IceWing princess grumbled, unhappy that she was learning with SandWings (thieves!) and those cursed, lying NightWings! The very same dragons that had lied to the world about their powers! They deserve to die! Her thoughts said to Icicle.
She merely huffed as she read over the same assignment for the fifth time. Her clawmates were doing something else that the IceWing didn’t bother to think about. While her mind screamed at the different ways she could kill every dragon that was in the school, her thoughts went to the NightWing that was in her previous class.
She didn’t know why, but that NightWing was different from the others. She didn’t brag or stay with the others at lunch; instead, she stayed quiet, ate alone, and was overall, weird. Icicle didn’t understand her. Why is this NightWing different? She had thought at the time. She had seen the glances her shameful brother took at the NightWing and she could tell Winter was falling for her.
While it may have disgusted her before, it seemed to spark a different feeling within her. True, the NightWing was much prettier than the couple of other females that were currently there, and the way she had kept her eyes from looking at her, seemed much more comforting than what the other NightWings had done when they had bumped into her.
What they had done was try to stare back at her, hoping to gain ground against a superior IceWing with little effect. She had stared back, and the NightWings who dared to challenge her promptly ran away.
But not this NightWing. She never locked eyes with her in passing; instead, she walked by, keeping her head down, as if she wasn’t wanting to be seen. From what her brother had said during lunch, she rarely spoke to anyone, which was saying something.
Still, when she had just been leaving the classroom, she had heard the faintest wisp of a breath coming out, and she had briefly looked back, seeing the NightWing hesitant for a moment before leaving.
Now, she wasn’t a fan of NightWings, but the odd one was alright in her scroll. She wasn’t fully in the scroll; that would take some time to gain the IceWing princess’ trust to earn that much.
It was the breath that worried her.
She had wondered what had made her do so; unfortunately, she didn’t have the time to figure out what had caused it to happen. If she had to talk to any NightWing within the school, it would be that one. What is going on with me? Icicle wondered. She couldn’t figure it out. Was she….
Icicle heaved herself from her spot on the bed. She needed some fresh air. She stepped out of the cave, heading towards the entrance to sort her thoughts out before they tampered with her heart.
She didn’t need that in her life.
Not at the moment.
As she walked through the small entrance to the mountain, hoping to get some privacy and get a breath of that cold air from the outside and not the musty smell inside, she noticed that the very NightWing she had been thinking about…
Was sitting right on the ledge.
Icicle tensed for a moment, and the NightWing turned, her eyes wide, (that dazzling dark green), before she looked away just as quickly. She began to shuffle away from the ledge, starting to rise from sitting.
“You don’t have to,” Icicle said, feeling the words slip from her tongue before she could control them. Her heart beat faster; the IceWing princess had no idea why her heart was beating so fast just from those words.
The NightWing stopped, clearly unsure of what to say. Hesitantly, she sat back down, and Icicle sat beside her, looking up at the stars.
It was quiet for a few moments. Icicle could feel the tension that was in the air. She didn’t want to say those words, but they had come out regardless. Still, it had felt…different, to say those words in a non-threatening manner. Within the back of her mind, thoughts muttered: try to be friends; talk to her; sit with her; don’t be like the rest.
“The night is peaceful,” Icicle said, looking at the stars above. The NightWing only nodded, looking at those same stars as well. She didn’t say a word. Not one.
Icicle let out an internal sigh. Great. This is how I wanted this to go. She thought to herself.
“Imperial is out.”
“What?” Icicle asked, confused but delighted that the dragon beside her is now talking.
“The largest of the moons.” The NightWing pointed towards the moons, one of them overshadowing the other two. “She’s the eldest of the three. My mom told me stories about her and her two sisters.” The NightWing
Icicle looked to where she pointed, seeing that massive moon as well. She nodded. “That’s nice,” was her response.
It quickly became silent, and Icicle felt nervous for the first time in her life. She knew that what she was doing was not the IceWing way, but like all destiny, it would seem hers’ wouldn’t be the one her parents would make for her. But as she looked at the NightWing, she finally noticed that she was staring back.
Her dark green eyes glittered in the moonlight as if they were gems shining. Curiously, her head was lower than Icicle’s, having to gaze up to meet her eyes. Icicle then realized that she was showing who was the superior one between the two; showing respect to her.
Icicle’s cold heart felt warm from those eyes.
Icicle’s cold heart felt warm from those eyes. She didn’t know what she was feeling, but she felt curiosity fuel her heart for the dragon that was with her. She didn’t question this feeling; only to figure out what was going on.
Soon, she noticed that the NightWing was leaving, and Icicle quickly got up, coming beside the dragon. Her heart yearned for more interactions with this dragon. “We should do this again.” The NightWing nodded, and Icicle felt an internal smile come into her being.
The NightWing looked at her, that head still slightly lowered towards her, her eyes glittering with questions. Icicle thought that she could be lost in those eyes for so long, as they were dazzling to her.
Icicle walked back towards her cave but the next words that came out of the NightWing’s mouth stopped her.
“Moon.”
Icicle turned, looking at the NightWing with a tilt to the head. How did she know the question that was within her mind but yet she never spoke it?
“My name is Moon.”
Then she walked past her, heading into the mountain.
Icicle could only stay, watching those eyes disappear into the inky darkness.
It continued to be like that. The two would meet at night, slowly becoming friends throughout the while. Icicle could feel that Moon was still nervous around her, so she took steps to fix that. She stopped threatening her like the others do; started to talk with her more often. She knew that the other IceWings were confused as to why she was changing her ways, but she wanted to be friends with this strange NightWing.
Back in the Ice Kingdom, everyone was against you.
But here, there was none of that. So I have no reason to stay the same, she had thought to herself one day. I can make my own decisions.
The next night, Icicle was walking down the familiar halls toward the entrance. She and Moon were going to eat and watch the stars again. She had felt more at ease with her, and the IceWing could tell the same was going on with Moon. It was good progress if she had to say so. The NightWing was a lot more considerate of the IceWing, and she started to do the same as well.
Moon was going to find some goat and was waiting for Icicle to come to the same spot that they had been going to since the first night.
However, once she got to the ledge, she didn't see Moon anywhere. The IceWing became confused as to why Moon wasn't there. She was always there. Where is she? Icicle questioned in her mind. There has to be a reason she isn't here. Maybe she's still getting the food. Maybe…
Then, she looked down and there was a splash of red.
Icicle's eyes widened, her nostrils flaring. No.
She looked around, seeing more splats of blood heading toward the trees. Her heart beat faster and faster within her chest, so much that it felt like a drum.
Instantly, Icicle spread her wings, jumping from the ledge, following the trail of blood. She quickly got into the trees, continuing to follow the path. She got hit by a couple of branches, but she didn't care about that. Where are you? She questioned worryingly.
Icicle heard the sounds of a scuffle, the sounds of pained yelps coming from ahead.
She followed the sounds, coming to the edge of a clearing and seeing Moon pinned down. Several NightWings were around her, crowding her so much that she had no room to get out. The IceWing could barely see her body shaking, the scales peeking between gaps in the crowd. Icicle couldn't help but notice that her scales had blood on them, increasing her worry to a major degree.
They had bloodied claws, and Icicle felt anger fuel through her body. What did they do to her? She wondered with a worry that was unbefitting of an IceWing princess, but she wasn’t the same anymore. As she stayed hidden, she heard words being spoken against her new friend.
"Freak."
"Weirdo."
"Nobody."
"You aren't a NightWing."
"You will never be one of us."
"Maybe you should just die."
All those words made the IceWing's cold blood boil to the point that she almost saw red right then and there. But those last words completely made her act without a thought. She charged, roaring at the NightWings. They barely turned, their eyes widening before Icicle barreled into them. She smashed two out of the way, whipping her tail around as she hovered over Moon, her body protecting the downed dragon.
She spared a glance, seeing a couple of bloodied spots on the dragon, scales in those areas broken and cracked. More anger fueled within the IceWing. How dare they hurt her new friend! One that she took the time to earn the trust of; one that she felt at ease with; one who made her change to who she is now; the very same one that Icicle knew that her heart wanted to be with her.
Icicle's eyes narrowed, her breathing quickening. She could feel her heart beating so fast in her chest that she felt it might burst out of her. Icicle had no idea what to do, but she knew that she had to protect Moon. She had to stop these dragons. She had to.
And she did.
The IceWing roared again, charging straight into the throng of them. She whipped her body around, fighting off the NightWings that got too close, sending them flying backward. She felt the years of training come over her; she moved with the grace of all IceWings, slashing against the scales of all the NightWings, keeping them back. She fought with all the anger that was within her body, within her soul.
Soon, she was panting, her claws bloodied from all of her opponents. They all ran away, and Icicle vaguely noted one with a bruised snout. She looked at her claws; the pristine white scales coated with blood that it was hard to notice the scales. As she stared at the retreating NightWings, a cough made her break her concentration.
Moon… Icicle thought, turning and reaching her new friend. Icicle knelt beside Moon, taking in the damage that had been done to the NightWing. Several scales were bloodied, with scratches near them leaking blood. One of her wings was at a weird angle, and Icicle knew that the wing was dislocated. More scratches were around her chest, tainting the beautiful scales with imperfects. Icicle glanced at Moon’s snout, seeing bruises forming on her face.
With gentleness, she caressed Moon’s cheek, careful not to touch the bruises, causing the hurt dragon to look at her. The IceWing realized that Moon’s eyes were glistening with tears, and Icicle felt her heart tear apart. Those NightWings had hurt her friend and caused this; had caused this pain for her friend who didn’t deserve it.
She hugged Moon, making sure to be gentle with her, and without hesitation, Moon returned it. Icicle kept her claws on her back, moving them in a circular motion to comfort the NightWing. She felt tears fall on her shoulder and neck, hearing the strangled gasps of the dragon she was comforting.
“I-I couldn’t stop them,” Moon sniffled, crying. “I heard them b-but I-I…”
“Shh,” Icicle reassured Moon, hearing more of those tears wet her neck. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” She tried to be reassuring, but since she had no idea how to do so, she decided to keep hugging her.
“But it’s not! I h-heard those th-thoughts a-and I-I couldn’t d-do anything!” Moon cried, burying her head into Icicle’s neck. “I’m s-sorry! I’m so, s-so s-sorry!”
The IceWing’s mind immediately thought about her words. What did she… her thoughts began but trailed off as she realized what Moon was saying. What she had been missing this entire time.
She had powers.
Icicle glanced down at the NightWing, seeing a new light in the dragon. But instead of anger against her for this new revelation, Icicle felt sad for some reason.
Even though Moon had kept her powers hidden, Icicle began to notice that she had never used her powers for any gain. The other NightWings might’ve, but Moon had just wanted to stay hidden. From the sounds of her crying, she never wanted her powers. Whatever Moon was saying was lost to Icicle, as she finally began to connect the dots. Why Moon never used those powers; why she stayed quiet; never one for the crowds.
The reason why Moon chose to continue to meet with Icicle after that night.
She just wants to be like the rest of us, Icicle finished the puzzle with her thoughts. She’s like… me. She heard no more crying, and the IceWing looked down, seeing Moon’s eyes looking back at her. Those dark green met arctic blue, the two not hearing anything but each other’s breath. Icicle wanted to do something, anything that she was understanding why Moon was the way she was.
But she didn’t need to do anything.
Moon did it for her.
The NightWing placed her chest on Icicle’s, startling the IceWing, but Moon didn’t give up her grip. Icicle heard the thump-thump of not just her heart, but also Moon’s as well. Once again, she looked at Moon, questioning. Moon’s eyes softened, a low purr coming out of her throat. Her head was lowered to Icicle’s, and she recognized the respect gesture.
She nuzzled the top of Moon’s head, licking the bruises gently. Moon shivered, hugging herself closer to Icicle. Icicle closed her eyes, breathing deeply to slow her heart. Moon took a shaky breath, but soon it became slower. Slowly, both hearts slowed down, and they eventually synchronized.
Icicle opened her eyes, seeing Moon do the same. Her eyes trailed to that broken wing, and she knew that it would have to be fixed if she were to fly again. “Hey,” she said. “I got to fix your wing, okay?” she asked the last part, letting Moon know that she wasn’t going to hurt her. No matter what, Moon was still the new friend that she had made. And she wasn’t going to break that promise.
Moon let a shaky breath, nodding. Icicle put her claws on the wing, finding where the bone was supposed to be. She held out her tail, letting Moon grab onto it. “This is going to hurt, so get ready. I’m going to count to three.”
Moon closed her eyes briefly before opening them again, a steel resolution in her eyes. She nodded, gripping the IceWing’s tail with firmness.
“One, two, three!”
Icicle slammed her claws forward, pushing the bone back into place. Moon roared, clutching the IceWing princess’s tail tightly. Great Ice Dragon, she’s strong! Icicle thought. She hadn’t even thought of Moon’s strength. She looked small, but she never knew she was this strong! But soon, the deed was done and it was over.
Moon panted, still clutching Icicle’s tail. The IceWing looked at her, glad that the job was done. “Can you fly?” she asked.
Moon nodded, saying, “Yes. It hurts though.” She leaned on Icicle, walking with a limp to her back left leg.
“Let's get you to someone.” Icicle opened her wings, flying upward with Moon leaning on her. She had her wings open as well, though Icicle could tell that the NightWing was unsteady with her wingbeats. But she stayed by Moon’s side, even at the academy. As they landed on the ledge, no longer caring about the picnic, heading deeper into the mountain, straight to the infirmary.
All Icicle could think during this entire time was: I’m a white savior for Moon.

My best friend of more than 20+ years just bought her first house. I'm diagnosed and medicated ADHD and we've always suspected she might have ADHD or a touch of autism since we are so similar and get along so well. That being said, I want to get her a practical, useful, slightly splurgey housewarming gift and if it's an ADHD home hack, even better!!!.
Also, she's doing all the renovations, painting, cleanup, etc. herself to save for her wedding and honeymoon she's also planning during all this. (She's got every talent/interest/skill imaginable and always has a million projects, but she's still never sought a diagnosis)
All the lists online are like wine, fancy glassware, monogrammed bs, signs with her son to change last name on them. I don't want kitchy. I want significant, meaningful, and something she might not be able to splurge on for herself rn. For example, as a closing gift, I got her all new locks, a pretty secure smart lock that's compatible with her home assistant (but has several safety features I like) and I rekeyed them all to use the same key for her convenience. It's something she will use ALL the time and they all match her aesthetic and they are all high quality. She might have just gotten cheap ones and used different keys for each to save time/money because, while great, it wasn't a high priority for her at the time because she was focused on other things. And as a bonus, I know she's safe.
Suggestions I've gotten so far that I like as inspiration: - a shop vac (she's currently redoing her hardwood floors herself and the sawdust is already a problem - a Costco stepladder which apparently can last like 30 years - high quality tools/power tools (this is the right idea, but unfortunately something she has) - a high quality chefs knife (perfect idea, but I'm not sure I'm the right friend to offer anything for a kitchen because I'm obvious) - lawn care tools (because she will need them for the first time, but her fiance is actually in charge of acquiring these as he wants to maintain their yard and garden) - a fire pit for her back yard (but she actually specifically told her mom she needed other things first right in front of me so I don't dare)
Basically, what's something that's going to make owning her own place easiebetter that might be something she can't afford to splurge on, but definitely should splurged on. Preferably something she will keep/need forever or something that non-ADHDers may not realize the importance of!!
Thank you all in advance!
For some additional context on why this is so important to me. This girl loved me at my lowest right after my parents divorce when I was too young to understand and thought no one in the world loved me (I didn't even love me). I was in my third school in a year and was bullied relentlessly at the last one so I had just accepted I would never have a friend again. She helped me up the stairs at school every day for months when I broke my foot and was on crutches in the fourth grade. She loved me through every stupid boy I dated (even when I deserved many I told you so's). She loved me through every death in the family. She loved methrough every achievement and every failure. Even now, when I live 5 hours away, she loves me when I feel utterly alone in this world. She's my person. I'd do anything for her. I want to pick a gift that shows her how much she means.

Some previous details. So in may 15th i had my baby boy. I had asked for an epidural which caused me to get a spinal fluid leak because the anesthesiologist was newer and poked me nearly a dozen times. I went home with out a blood patch because i was traumatized but by the 22nd of May i had to go back because the pain was unbearable. So May 22nd i had my blood patch.
Fast forward to tonight. I'm holding my baby and i was standing up bouncing him and trying to settle him down. He finally did settle down and i go to sit down on the rocking chair slowly. As soon as I'm trying to put my back against the chair i felt pain. It started from the top of my back and spread up wards at first to my neck. The pain was pulsating, i could feel my literal heartbeat there then it got really hot and my head started to throb a little. After that my whole back started to throb. I started to panic and i had the worst panic attack ever. I could not settle down, my husband was there thank god and grabbed the baby. I just felt burning on my back and was too scared to move. As of right now, as I'm typing, I'm laying down. My head does hurt a little and my aches and has a little burn to it, but sore. I was doing so fine.
What's the probably that my spinal blood patch undid it self? Would of it been worse? Maybe my panic attack made it seem more than it was? I don't want to go back to the hospital and I'm scared of going back to work (mid July) and risking my blood patch coming out 😭😭😭

I don't mean to ask if I pass/people to guess what I am, but I just hope to find people with similar experiences?
I (non-binary), identified as bisexual for years, but if I am going to be honest, I always felt like something was kind of missing/didn't totally fit but then I brushed it off.
I think as a child I might have liked some guys, or at least the idea of them. If a boy was nice to me, I would straight up imagine a whole story and kind of like them, but they were always pretty unattainable, like nothing ever happened and I was happy that way.
As I grew up I realized that the only person I was genuinely attracted and felt romantic feelings for was my best friend (a cis woman). I have never felt that way about anyone else. It didn't work out and I decided to try to focus on guys. It's weird because there has been many times where again, as soon as a guy was nice to me I could again imagine something but I was never really attached. I was almost in relationships with guys three times, and as soon as I got the male validation that I craved I guess I had no interest in them anymore. I would pick up on anything to have a reason to justify not liking them and I was just genuinely not interested by them anymore or they ended up creeping me out and stressing me out so bad, even when I thought I genuinely liked their company.
Then more recently I kind of entered a relationship with a guy. He was nice to me and was pretty sweet and my friends said I blushed a lot. I think I liked the idea of him and thats all, because as soon as I heard he was gonna confess to me I legitimately panicked and stress cleaned my dorm lol. I didn't want to go, but I wanted to prove myself that I was over my best friend/over being afraid of commitment in a way I guess. I said yes when he asked me but I felt incredibly empty. I didn't bounce with joy or anything, I just felt nothing. I thought I liked him, I really did. I don't know what happened. Everytime I was gonna hang out with him it felt like a chore or a duty, we didn't have much conversation and I just wanted to get out. My roommate even noticed how sad I looked everytime I had to have out. I was incredibly bored and didn't feel anything for that person and I just cut it off quickly.
My friend say I just have a very low self-esteem/am shy around guys/I don't like affection and for all the guys I almost had a relationship with I just didn't know them well enough and I freaked out.. I talked to aromantic friends and honestly a lot of stuff made sense but then I got my lesbian friends telling me very very similar experiences and I think of all the labels I've tried lesbian works best, I am not interested in guys, I love the idea of them and the validation they give (I know it's not healthy and I want to unlearn that) but I just genuinely am not interested (at least I think)
But then I am just worried like do I just have a bad self esteem and they were right? There's nothing wrong with being bi with a preference and I do know that, but that label never really worked for me either I think. I just do not want to be wrong and be a fraud in my own community, and my friends keep telling me it just wasnt the right guy and it confuses me so much. My friend (that I mentioned earlier) thinks I mostly just got a bad experience and I just have to meet the right man and I just want the label but I genuinely don't even know anymore.
I fully know that it's ok to not have label/change labels, I'm just getting tired of not knowing where I stand in my community :, D
Anyone with similar experiences? What did you make of it? What do you think?

I'm curious about folks take on this: My local running club hosts a race series. You accumulate points over the course of the season based on how well you do in your division at each race you attend. At the end of the season there are trophies for the top three in each division. This series features something I haven't encountered elsewhere - a special division for athletes over a certain weight. When registering you can either sign up in your age group (by decade) or opt-in to the weight based category. This is mutually exclusive - either you're racing people of your decade OR in the weight group inclusive of all decades. There are about 20 participants a season in each age division and the same number in the weight divisions.
In sentiment I appreciate the initiative with two hesitations detailed below. I think it encourages competitive running for people who feel like their weight makes them uncompetitive in their age group. It may also signal to prospective runners that this running club is size inclusive and doesn't think a runner's body is necessarily a thin body. There are other inclusivity measures at the races like an early start option for walkers/hikers at the longer races and multiple distance options at most races. The participants are a motley crew spanning a variety of ages, sizes, and running experience. The vibes are good.
I get conflicted on two aspects: 1) The actual arbitrary number they have chosen to be the cutoff is mind-bogglingly low for the women's division at least. I worry it could be triggering for people to see such a low number and think that is the weight at which peak running performance is reached. I would have struggled looking at that number as a teenager. I surpassed that weight at 13 years old and have been above it ever since. I had a successful career as a high school varsity XC runner above the listed weight while struggling with PCOS!
2) Athletic performance and weight aren't a linear relationship by any means. Having a cutoff weight is weird because weight and athletic performance aren't particularly correlated. Many competitive female endurance athletes struggle with eating disorders striving for an arbitrary weight they think will give them a competitive advantage. It's taken me half my life to unlearn this association and I still need regular reminders. There are plenty of super fast athletes above the cutoff weight in this race series. Luckily everyone seems to self sort into the division where they will face the stiffest competition. If they are above the weight but competitive in their age group then they still compete in their age group and leave the weight group for people who feel like they are not competitive in their age group. I run in my age group because that is where I will face close competition.

salam alaykum friends, this is gonna be a long one so strap in and thank you for reading 🖤
(also any questions i ask are meant to be very innocuous, i do not want to seem like i am judging anyone or anything as i have so much respect for islam growing up around it and am hoping to reconnect)
i was born into a muslim family (well… more like half muslim but that’s a whole story basically i’m mixed) and have always been one of a more open and inquisitive mind than others in my family. i mean this with no critique of their thought processes and in fact i wish i could think more like them at times as they seem to find comfort in their religion)
as many middle and high schoolers as well as people who go through college, i began to question whether or not i subscribed to any religion at all, for me the possibilities of the universe are infinite (which is a concept none of us can even truly understand since we are finite beings but i digress). but recently as someone who has been out of a heavily structured environment for some time now i’ve taken a step back and wanted to see if connecting with the side of my culture my religion came from (palestinian) could also potentially mean reconnecting with my religion.
for just a teeeeeeny bit more background i’m first born in america on the side where my religion came from
enough backstory, time for the meat:
as someone who was raised muslim but in a way that was so weirdly gatekept (long story) that i never really learned as much as i wish i had; and i never understood many things and why they are seen as necessities in the religion, and wonder why as times move on why certain aspects of religion do not…
1) drinking/smoking weed/drugs: yes i know it impairs judgement and in cases where it’s medical that is fine (i mean this more for weed/drugs than alcohol lol) but i’ve always wondered why it’s so widely frowned upon in the recreational sense especially in amounts that aren’t over the top
2) sex before marriage: the concept of virginity is made up because i know muslim men who have never been shamed for it yet the women in my family have been nearly cast out simply cause their hymen (if they even had one!!!) tore
3) tattoos: i’m an artsy fart with a heck of a lot of piercings yet my muslim parent argued on the topic intensely after meeting with a sheikh (my parent themself has tattoos)
if i can think of more i will but this is the big three for me right now 😅
[also been seeing lots of ignorant people saying that islam doesn’t accept LGBTQ+ people and as someone with a family who is all very religious, they not only accepted my queer and trans heart but continue to support me all they can, happy pride habibis and habibtis (my arabic isn’t great and i know it’s a gendered language but for my nb friends: happy pride habeebs is i think what some people are going for) 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🖤

Hello! My (soon to be) wife and I are currently looking for some groups that we feel we can mesh well with. Preferably around 50 members in size, but we will consider guilds of smaller or larger headcounts. We have been playing off and on for a couple of years together, but would like to do so more often - making some new friends goes a long way for that!
We dabble in most content, with the exception of structured PvP and raids/CMs (though I am interested in learning the latter). We have also roleplayed in other games, and would consider joining an RP focused guild as well. All this being said, we are mostly PvE players and do not expect that to change.
You can reach out to me for a quick response on Discord (KekSenpai#0001), or in-game (Ornil.3270).
What we look for in a guild: -Friendly atmosphere with little elitism/toxicity -No cliques we have to try and break into -Events with a variety of content, but with no quota that needs to get met to maintain membership (we can get busy sometimes) -EST based preferred, but it all comes down to activity and event timings -18+. We both swear a lot and don't have the most PG-13 sense of humor. Not looking to hang out with edgelords, though -Fun activities that might not involve GW2 from time to time
I'm looking forward to meeting some new guild reps, and hope we can find some chill people to enjoy the game with!

Hello! I just want to vent my feelings. I really need to, and I just don't have anyone to tell this to that I can trust Sorry for spelling errors, etc. just need to get this out.
I should say that he and him are waiting until we meet each other (might be pretty soon actually!) to make things official! Anyway
I been very upset lately and that's because he will meet his online friend shew trans! (Born as a boy) and I have always been jealous of her and he knows that but when I told him he just said thanks for being honest with me which it really didn't make me feel even better about it. They have said how they see each other as siblings and she calls me his wife sometimes but today something really bothered me I wanted to play minecraft with him since I made him a cute world lol anyway i texted him id we could play together since i made him something but then I saw they were playing together so great. I was about to delete my message when he answered so that was great I told him that what I was going to ask he invited to join them I didn't want to I feel like she hates me also so I jusy couldn't I wanted it to be us just us 2 but my friends kept saying to jusy go so I did. I joined it was so cute though! They had flamingos and many animals I asked where they were and they ignored me they kept talking to each other but not me which really made me feel bad and so I left. It made me feel very sad and unwanted and that moment.
I'm very jealous that they are going to see each other next week as well. I can't brush it off that they secretly like each other it really bugs me and I don't want to ask since it's probably just me. I can't handle it and it's really affecting me. I know he won't text me much for being with her and they also going to vlog hanging out :( I really don't want to see it he seems more happy with her so I unsubbed from her channel and muted her notifications I don't wish to see it ever. I'm scared he won't text me much for being with her and that his and my feelings will change but mine are really being affected and will get worse when they see each other.
I should say that he and him are waiting until we meet each other (might be pretty soon actually!) to make things official! Anyway
I been very upset lately and that's because he will meet his online friend shew trans! (Born as a boy) and I have always been jealous of her and he knows that but when I told him he just said thanks for being honest with me which it really didn't make me feel even better about it. They have said how they see each other as siblings and she calls me his wife sometimes but today something really bothered me I wanted to play minecraft with him since I made him a cute world lol anyway i texted him id we could play together since i made him something but then I saw they were playing together so great. I was about to delete my message when he answered so that was great I told him that what I was going to ask he invited to join them I didn't want to I feel like she hates me also so I jusy couldn't I wanted it to be us just us 2 but my friends kept saying to jusy go so I did. I joined it was so cute though! They had flamingos and many animals I asked where they were and they ignored me they kept talking to each other but not me which really made me feel bad and so I left. It made me feel very sad and unwanted and that moment.
I'm very jealous that they are going to see each other next week as well. I can't brush it off that they secretly like each other it really bugs me and I don't want to ask since it's probably just me. I can't handle it and it's really affecting me. I know he won't text me much for being with her and they also going to vlog hanging out :( I really don't want to see it he seems more happy with her so I unsubbed from her channel and muted her notifications I don't wish to see it ever. I'm scared he won't text me much for being with her and that his and my feelings will change but mine are really being affected and will get worse when they see each other.

I am tired of those who are around me, my so called ex friends. My friend, let's call her H introduced me to this boy. Let's call him E. E was a little unsettling, but I thought I could be friends with him, H didn't mean any harm, however he was a little out of hand when it came to rough housing. E was your typical edgy boy, well I only figured that out later, but he didn't have much family around. I don't know why I liked E now that I think about it. He was okay, but I figured I could get used to him rough housing. Oh, how stupid and immature I was. I decided to hang out with him at his house, because I wasn't really interested in hanging around with H. I just wanted to stop walking around, so I asked to hang with E since he was going home. When I got to his house, E's behavior became more extreme. He showed me his knife, and took two jabs at me. "Okay" I thought, nervous, and stupid for staying there. Eventually, later I started to play a game with him, and that's when he put a knife to my neck. "I like the fear in your eyes" He said. I knew I had to get out of there, and he noticed I was on my phone often. A person online I was talking to, we will call him S decided to ignore my plead for help, like he was doing for days. His bf probably told him to ignore me after I admitted I tried to off myself because of his bf mentally abusing me. I eventually reached a friend who helped me calm down, and got myself out of there. I didn't know what to do next, but I waited till the next day of school to even tell the police, but I told them. Sadly, they didn't find "enough evidence" to put charges. I was so mad at myself, I wish I called the police right then and there at his house. Now, I have to get arid my friends because they are friends with him. And, I can't even tell them why because they don't want drama, and I don't want it either. My old friend is now even dating him, and she knows about what he did. He told me at the end that he would hurt her if she left him, and he has been getting more violent with her, something another friend told me. I have to live with the fact that people hate me, or will get hurt just because I could've been hurt, or killed. And, almost nobody knows, and those who know barely even cared. I hate my irl friends, and I hate S for not helping me just because of his bf.

I (f43) and my husband (m44) have been married for nearly 20 years and together for 24. We are deeply in love and have an amazing relationship. I love him so much it hurts and I know he loves me too. However, since COVID, he has changed so much. He believes all the vaccine conspiracies, listens to all the conspiracy theory podcasts and has basically drowned in the COVID rabbit hole. Not to mention the political beliefs and just overall, what I consider, off the wall opinions. We've fought about this over and over again. I tell him he can believe what he wants (because changing his mind is a losing battle) but he has got to stop bringing it home to me. Tonight he mentioned again, about how someone was forced to take the vaccine and now they're blind and paralyzed. I got upset and told him to stop with the COVID BS. He yelled that I was being stupid, was pissed that I didn't believe him and would think it was a conspiracy theory and has now rolled over in bed and is refusing to talk to or touch me. We've been through this so many times the last few years and I don't know what to do anymore. I'm losing so much respect for him and it seems this isn't going away. It's absolutely ruining my marriage and I feel so helpless. We've talked about this so much and it gets better for a while then he'll mention something again and we'll argue and the cycle starts again.
I'm sure people will ask, and yes, I think if I pushed it, he would go to counselling, and I'll suggest it (maybe insist upon it!) but, in the meantime, what do I do? I don't want to lose my marriage - if it wasn't for this, we have no major issues. But it's hard loving a man you're slowing starting to not respect.
Any advice is greatly appreciated

I've been with my BP husband for over 20 years and I'm so tired. I'm tired of the ups and downs, the financial messes, the fighting, his inability to care for himself. I feel that no amount of couples therapy would help me/us at this point. I fell guilty and ashamed for letting things go on so long. Thank gods we don't have kids. I'm not quite sure what's happening this time, but I'm feeling more clear about this than I ever have. I'm going to seek some of my own counciling right away, if even to help me navigate through this. I'm scared. I'm scared for him, that he'll kill himself. I'm scared for me that I'll just shrink into nothing if I stay. I'm 53 and I have no savings, no assets, nothing. He has nothing as well. We've been bankrupt together, We had to sell our house. Here's the thing. I still have love for him. But I'm out of emotional gas. I have nothing left in my tank. I've been paying attention lately to the little things, like how he just doesn't consider me or anyone else most of the time. He talks over you, he's extremely negative, I have no connection with him. It's almost like he's a stranger that I live with. Anyways... Thanks for listening.

Me 26F and my ex 28M had amazing chemistry, we met during 2020, i had just left a 5 year relationship. I technically was kind of rebounding with him, but i ended up falling in love with him. As I mentioned we met in 2020, so he didn’t have a job at the time which was understandable, but this has been kinda a consistent issue throughout our 2ish year relationship (minor problem) long story kinda short. Through our our relationship i would find out every few months he was meeting up with ex’s and sometimes even knew women. I tried to be understanding at first, especially in the beginning because you know when you first start dating someone, sometimes you just have to tie some loose ends… anyways, this proceeded to happen. My few last straws were when my mother passed away. He lost his ONE job he had throughout our relationship around the same time my mom passed and would blame his distance on that. But throughout that time he would hang a lot with his friends and even went to the beach to watch the sunset with his ex. This really hit home to me because i really needed someone to lean on especially with me mourning and watching my mother go through what she went through. Again long story short we broke up got back together and i told him “this is the last time I’m getting back with you” i kinda didn’t believe myself and i know he didn’t cuz i really loved the kid. Again the chemistry felt so amazing, i still crave him… I guess he didn’t believe me either. He went a day without calling me, texting me Goodmorning or checking in on me and i expressed how much that hurt me and could be at least text me Goodmorning and goodnight even if he was gonna be “busy” or because he was going through something… again just asking for bare minimum, he said okay and then went like 3 days without talking to me again… i then understood where I stood in his life. I realized he was never gonna be there for me emotionally and how much of a nonnegotiable that is for me. This wasn’t the first hard time in life I would probably go through and man i really need someone who is gonna hold me down when things get rough Fast forward to today, this all happened last summer, it is now June again… i didn’t talk to him to break up with him or let him know what was up… i was tired of talking and asking him to be more considerate so I just blocked his number. He has tried to reach out to me, he’s come to my house knocking on my door. And well I just ignore him… i miss him a lot. I haven’t really stopped thinking about him. I’ve rebounded and had other crushes since him but i can’t stop thinking about him. I haven’t really stalked his socials (only his Apple Music to see what he’s listening to to see if he’s listening any songs that may remind him of me (shut up I know that’s silly)) but lately I’ve been looking up his stories anonymously and today I saw he posted maybe another girl? It made my stomach tighten I wanted to call him up and just tell him wtf!?!! Your moving on??? Not like he hasn’t probably been messing with other girls but idk… moral of the story I know this guy probably isn’t for me, but I still think about him… I miss our intimacy. I wish he was more emotionally supportive and I guess hardworking. Someone that can provide for me and my one day kids you know. He isn’t that and I hate it… I miss him but I know he isn’t for me… is it normal that I know all of these things and still yearn for him… Think about him…? Even after almost a year?

I love the extremes. The light side of nature in all its beauty, and the cruel side as well. I love missing persons cases, death and just the idea of walking out of the life everybody knows you for and just disappearing into either the darkness or an entirely different life where nobody knows me. I love walking in old cemeteries from the 1700-1800s and just thinking on the fact that somebody stood here centuries before, missing the relative buried there. And how in less than a generation anybody whose ever known them is now gone. I like to think about that and how short life is, how fast we really disappear.
In all actuality. I’m not a depressed downer, but I love these dark thoughts and ideas. I’d anybody else is down to talk I’m willing to chat with any age, gender, belief or identity. If you don’t feel welcome chatting with others on here just know you are welcome here

They can’t shoot, they can’t hit FREE THROWS, they don’t guard their man and they don’t chase rebounds, and they pass like they have 50 pass accuracy.
The ONLY thing they know how to do is put up a fricking putback dunk.
It is actually astonishing and that alone can take the game from being a 7/10 to a 4/10.
Our teammates left so me and my buddy finished a game.
I had 35/15/10/7
He had 34/2/13/4
And we still lost because the AI’s are so bad. It’s absolutely inexcusable at this point that people can just step back and shoot over them. They have no use whatsoever, they may as well not be there. Having multiple CPU on your team basically guarantees a loss and it isn’t fair for people who still wanna play

Hello! I just want to vent my feelings. I really need to, and I just don't have anyone to tell this to that I can trust Sorry for spelling errors, etc. just need to get this out.
I should say that he and him are waiting until we meet each other (might be pretty soon actually!) to make things official! Anyway
I been very upset lately and that's because he will meet his online friend shew trans! (Born as a boy) and I have always been jealous of her and he knows that but when I told him he just said thanks for being honest with me which it really didn't make me feel even better about it. They have said how they see each other as siblings and she calls me his wife sometimes but today something really bothered me I wanted to play minecraft with him since I made him a cute world lol anyway i texted him id we could play together since i made him something but then I saw they were playing together so great. I was about to delete my message when he answered so that was great I told him that what I was going to ask he invited to join them I didn't want to I feel like she hates me also so I jusy couldn't I wanted it to be us just us 2 but my friends kept saying to jusy go so I did. I joined it was so cute though! They had flamingos and many animals I asked where they were and they ignored me they kept talking to each other but not me which really made me feel bad and so I left. It made me feel very sad and unwanted and that moment.
I'm very jealous that they are going to see each other next week as well. I can't brush it off that they secretly like each other it really bugs me and I don't want to ask since it's probably just me. I can't handle it and it's really affecting me. I know he won't text me much for being with her and they also going to vlog hanging out :( I really don't want to see it he seems more happy with her so I unsubbed from her channel and muted her notifications I don't wish to see it ever. I'm scared he won't text me much for being with her and that his and my feelings will change but mine are really being affected and will get worse when they see each other.