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Hey guys,
For a little background I am a recent grad of the last 6-ish months, and I have been on a job hunt since. I have been utilizing various avenues at my disposal, such as LinkedIn, Indeed, Glassdoor, applying on their career websites, etc.,etc. During my 5th month (May) I had applied to a total of 8 jobs through Indeed and 7 resulted in disappointing rejections and the other still hasn't responded to this day, so I count that as a rejection as well.
Then one day in May, a recruiter for a position in my field of interest reached out to me (Keyword: Reached out to "me"), and told me about the position and about how I am the "perfect fit", blah blah blah yadda yadda yadda. At the time I was like "Yes! Finally! My big break! This job looks very interesting.". So I accepted the offer and then she told me a date for when we would talk on the phone.
The day comes, we have a 15 min discussion... She then tells me to fill out a formal application online and then she would send me to one of the other recruiters/interviewers in my area. I did that and then an interview date with the recruiter was set. The day comes and I wake up early, having practiced for like a week and a half for this virtual interview. The interviewer is nearly 15 mins late and then informs me that she isn't even the interviewer for my area, that she will have me set up an interview with the actual interviewer for my specific area..... sure.
An entire week passes and I wake up early again for the interview, and then this interviewer was 10 mins late too. During the interview we were connecting, she was complimenting me a lot and I was showing interest in the position and expressing my qualifications. She tells me VERBATIM: "Alright, this was a great interview! I will be in touch with you after memorial day weekend to discuss the next steps in the interview process!". Fast forward to Tuesday and I wake up to the typical "I wAnT tO tHaNk YoU fOr YoUr TiMe AnD iNtErEsT sHoWn, BuT wE hAvE dEcIdEd To PuRsUe OtHeR aPpLiCaNtS" BS email. Just stringing me along and wasting my time for a whole month.
Little do they know I was interviewing for another job at a different company at the same time through LinkedIn, and I got that job! So what I want to know is what the HELL I should keep my indeed profile for??? Seriously. Practically 9 rejections through Indeed but my FIRST attempt on LinkedIn lands me a job?? Does anyone feel the same way?

If you are staying near SM East Ortigas, can I drop by at your place NOW for few hours? We can cuddle, momol, or more? I'm actually horny but still okay if you're not into sex. Hope to hear me from you.
P.S. deets about me can be found from my previous posts

Thank you very much in advance.
At the crossroads of shattered dreams and whispered promises, Iria, the fabled port city, stood as a testament to the bittersweet allure of freedom. Like the thorny embrace of a briar, its streets intertwined with the hopes and sorrows of generations. It was here, amidst the misty twilight that caressed the cobblestones, that the Briar Thorn Tavern emerged from the depths of history, a sanctuary for weary souls seeking solace from the burdens of existence. Within its timeworn walls, the essence of Iria's foundation permeated the air, as if the tavern itself carried the weight of the city's destiny.
The Briar Thorn was more than a mere tavern—it was a haven, a hearth that welcomed the downtrodden, the restless, and the lost. Its aged beams, polished by countless hands, exuded the warmth of an ancestral embrace. The whispers of ancient tales echoed in every nook and cranny, intertwining with the hushed murmurs of patrons seeking refuge from the tempestuous world outside. Here, adventurers found respite, their journeys converging in a symphony of shared experiences.
Deep beneath the streets of Iria, a labyrinthine network of tunnels and caverns whispered secrets of a forgotten past. Legends spoke of the Nords, who sculpted these subterranean realms with a mystical glow that once illuminated the city above. Whispers carried the stories of Gillikristr, the visionary founder of Iria, whose sacrifice quelled the unearthly power that threatened to consume the city. Within this hidden realm, the House of the Red Grave stood as a poignant reminder of the struggle for emancipation. Weathered gravestones, adorned with intricate carvings, paid homage to the Caledonian and Iournenain slaves who dared to defy their chains.
As the doors of the Briar Thorn swung open, a kaleidoscope of sensations flooded the senses. Thorny roses, reminiscent of the House of the Red Grave, adorned the tavern, their crimson petals an homage to the sacrifices made for freedom. Within, the cavernous chamber unfolded like an amphitheater, its tiers of benches teeming with anticipation. Laughter mingled with the resonant notes of musicians, filling the air with a vibrant symphony of revelry.
In this enchanted realm, patrons embarked on a journey beyond the boundaries of mundane existence. The Briar Thorn embraced them, weaving their stories into the tapestry of Iria's ever-evolving narrative. It was a place where the past danced with the present, where the weight of the world momentarily lifted, and where the echoes of forgotten heroes found solace in the hearts of the living.
Adorned in her finest party attire, Isabel navigated the bustling crowd, fiery curls flowing like molten copper, half pinned up and half dancing freely in the wind. Her lute accompanied her, while she, a half-dwarf, wore a unique half-leather, half-silk bodice dress in eggshell white-yellow, adorned with red trim. A wide belt cinched her waist, with a well-maintained sword hanging at her hip. With ethereal grace, she weaved through the throng until finding solace in a quiet corner of the lively pub, fixated on an intricately engraved ledger.
Dust motes mingled with the blue-white illumination of the lamppost, as the pub owner's middle daughter opened the book and studied its contents. Her green eyes fixated on precise rows of figures. A faint murmur escaped her lips, a silent conversation with the ghosts of numbers.
Her mischievous grin curved upon porcelain features, reflecting the intrigue that stirred within her. With a single finger, she traced a curving figure on her account, a sly grin curling into an incredulous smile. The past month had been exceptional, favored patrons generously bestowing their coins. A mysterious benefactor, surely taking notice.
'Och gods...the ink's bleedin' through,' Isabel thought to herself. The accounts, usually orderly and precise, now seemed to mirror the joyful chaos surrounding her.
'Guess I'd best get this in order before folk start gettin' drunk an' cause too much a' ruckus...'
After nearly several minutes of writing she leaned back in her chair, stretched, and yawned hard. Her weary green eyes glanced over the darkening floor of the inn, and she raised a hand to rub at her jaw. She tried her her best to avoid the calls of the raucous crowd in favor of getting the ledgers out of the way.
It was to no avail. The strain of the work clearly taking its toll, she let out a determined sig and closed the ledger, setting it aside with the intention to revisit it.
Isabel's gaze shifted from the ledger book to the adorned walls. Festive decorations filled every corner, transforming the tavern into a celebration itself. The tantalizing aromas from the kitchen hinted at delightful treats prepared with extra care, each dish a tribute to the upcoming revelry. Amidst the lively crowd, vibrant decorations, and alluring scents, Isabel felt a sense of purpose and excitement. It was clear that a grand festival was approaching, and she was determined to create unforgettable memories for the attendees.
With a resigned sigh, Isabel straightened herself, her red stilettos scraping the stone floor as she prepared for her tavern rounds. Her green eyes sparkled with determination as she surveyed The Briar Thorn's lively atmosphere. Adjusting her party outfit, she ensured every detail was perfect. This was her moment to shine, to captivate the hearts of those gathered. Stepping forward as the tavern doors swung open, she embraced the spirited celebration that awaited her and the people of Iria.
"Guid evenin' tae ye all! Ye're lookin' bonnie, ye are. Micht I tempt ye wi' a warmin' ale or a cool stout? Or maybe a cider? We've a special brew fer ye tonight. Our cider's been aged in dragon fire-hardened casks."
In the midst of the vibrant tavern, all eyes converged on the resplendent figure that graced the stage of the Briar Thorn. A flame-haired maiden, adorned with an intricate tapestry of freckles, commanded attention with each movement, a testament to her practiced grace and unyielding confidence. The air crackled with anticipation as the bard's emerald eyes met those of her audience, mischief sparkling within their depths. With a playful wink, she set off a chorus of hearty laughter, an orchestration of mirth resonating through the space.
Among the sea of eager faces, a burly man, boasting a thick black beard and wielding an imposing war hammer, raised a hand, his voice booming above the fray. "I'll take two."
Suppressing a contagious burst of laughter, Isabel delicately clasped a hand over her lips, a radiant smile illuminating her features. "Two ciders, then, comin' up," she responded with a melodious lilt.
Unyielding in their desire for libations, another voice chimed in, belonging to a stern-looking woman whose scowl mirrored the sharpness of the war axe slung across her back. Leaning forward in her chair, she waved her hand, demanding attention. "We'll take two as well."
The large man, undeterred by the rising clamor, added his voice to the mix. "Three, then. And a pitcher of your best stout, if you would be so kind."
Amidst the boisterous revelry, the tavern erupted in a chorus of laughter, cascading like a waterfall of mirth. Isabel, ever the enchantress of the stage, acknowledged the uproar with a graceful bow at the waist, her every movement a testament to her showmanship. "Of course. I'll tend to that in a moment," she assured, a playful wink accentuating her words. "Now, as I was sayin', I'll get yer orders in a minute."
A burly man, his eyes twinkling with mischievous delight, directed his attention toward Isabel, a crooked smile gracing his lips as he ran a hand through his bushy beard. A war hammer nonchalantly slung over his shoulder and a massive war axe tucked in his belt added to his formidable presence. "Hey Izzie, yer gonna be performing tonight? Or do I need tae bless the dancers again?"
In response, Isabel's laughter danced through the air, a joyous melody in harmony with the crackling firelight. "Nah, I'm performin' tonight. Though ye might have tae beat my record," she teased, her voice laced with a playful challenge. A sly wink directed at her brother punctuated her words. "I think I might set a new one."
The burly man's eyes widened, their dark depths shimmering with excitement. "Aye? That's impressive! That's better than our last record. Did ye hear about that?"
Isabel's curiosity piqued, her emerald eyes narrowing as she shielded them from the flickering firelight, sweeping the room in search of answers. "No, I dinnae," she replied, her voice filled with anticipation. "Who was it?"
With a conspiratorial lean forward, the man shared his knowledge in a hushed tone, as if guarding a precious secret. "Our new patron. We're to be blessed by him tonight. We've a few others too, but the lads were talking about him earlier."
A spark of excitement ignited within Isabel, her voice taking on a hushed tone to match the weight of the revelation. "A patron? That's wonderful! Who is he? Does he have a name?"
Isabel's vibrant emerald eyes widened with eager anticipation as the burly man confirmed the identity of the mysterious patron.
A man with hazel eyes, clad in an intricately embroidered jacket and pants of fine silk, strode confidently toward the stage. The crimson-lacquered armor that adorned his form seemed to shimmer in the light, like the ruby at the end of a rosebud. A regal demeanor seemed to permeate every gesture as he surveyed the crowd, his posture betraying the confidence of his stature. With an easy grace, he settled on a chair, his eyes locking with those of Isabel's. A smile played on his lips as he motioned for her to join him, a clear command in his demeanor.
A wide smile stretched across her face, illuminating her freckled visage. "He's a bard like me?" she exclaimed, her voice laced with excitement. "I cannae wait!"
With a quizzical expression, the man raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer to share a whispered revelation. "Not exactly," he revealed, his tone tinged with intrigue. "He's quite different. I don't think you'll see many of his kind at The Briar Thorn, if you know what I mean."
Isabel nodded, her curiosity now piqued, her mind conjuring visions of the enigmatic newcomer. "I do. I've been told they're rare," she confided, a soft giggle escaping her lips. "I wonder what he looks like? I hope he's not one a' them."
In response, the man chuckled, his cheeks flushing as he met her infectious smile. "I doubt it. He should be back in a few. Left his ledger with Gerik."
The mention of the ledger prompted Isabel to stifle another burst of laughter, her hand pressed against her mouth. "Och, that was his? I was in there earlier, and it's a mess," she admitted, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes.
The man's face contorted into a perplexed grimace, his confusion evident. "Aye? You looked like it was all in order." He shook his head, puzzled. "Weird. Guess he's just new... though that doesn't explain why he speaks so... peculiarly. Claims he's from Draigfell, yet he talks like he's from a different continent."
Isabel chuckled, her voice laced with amusement. "He's from the north. Maybe he's more... formal? Aye, that sounds like it," she pondered, her eyes distant as she mulled over the possibilities.
The man shrugged, leaning back in his chair, his tone one of indifference. "Aye, that makes sense." He raised his hand and signaled to a busty lass who was weaving through the crowd toward the bar.
Eyes glued to the mysterious patron, intrigued, Isabel leaned forward with her curiosity eager to unveil the mysteries surrounding the enigmatic Micah. "Aye? What does he say?" she inquired, her tone infused with genuine interest.
With a bemused shrug, the man struggled to articulate his observations. "Ah... nothing much. Just strange," he confessed, his voice laced with a mixture of intrigue and perplexity. "Maybe he's just not used to taverns."
The burly man, his eyes glimmering with excitement, clasped Isabel's shoulder and pulled her into a warm embrace. "He's coming back here later tae join us. Maybe ye can find out why this Micah fellow left us so much gold. You'll have tae tell me later."
A smile blossomed across Isabel's features as she leaned forward and hugged her brother tightly. "I will," she promised, her eyes twinkling with joy. "But I cannae tell ye why ye're getting so much coin."
"We'll figure it out, ye'll see. Ye better get ready to perform," he insisted. "An' get that ledger in order."
Isabel nodded and turned toward the kitchen, her steps sure and graceful. "Aye, I will," she assured. "I'll be back with yer drinks soon."
With a parting smile, Isabel gracefully glided toward the kitchen, her freckled face glowing in the flickering light. The tapestry of laughter and merrymaking resonated within her as she emerged, ready to fulfill her promise of delivering three orders. The Briar Thorn Tavern thrived with the boisterous banter of adventurers, their stories and camaraderie filling every nook. Amidst the lively crowd, Isabel weaved her way, greeted by a raising mug and reciprocating with a mischievous wink. Laughter harmonized with the crackling firelight, but her focus remained on the enigmatic patron.
After deftly fulfilling the orders and sating the thirst of eager patrons, Isabel embarked on a purposeful journey toward the table where the enigmatic Micah sat. A flicker of anticipation ignited within her, a fire stoked by the allure of the unknown. Every step she took exuded a captivating showmanship, a ballet of grace and poise. As her emerald eyes met his hazel gaze, a current of intrigue surged through her veins, ensnaring her curiosity in its enigmatic grasp.
Approaching with measured elegance, Isabel bestowed upon him a subtle bow, a testament to her refined demeanor practiced countless times. Her movements, like a finely choreographed dance, exuded an air of cultivated grace. The sweep of her arm and the dip of her head were executed with precise control, each gesture crafted to convey both respect and a hint of playful intrigue. It was a performance perfected through countless repetitions, a display of practiced finesse that now played out before Micah's watchful gaze.
"It's good to see ye're 'ere," said Micah, his tone measured and confident, his Draig accent adding a sing-song lilt to his words. His hazel eyes glimmered with intrigue as he studied her, a curious smile gracing his features. "I see Gerik raised 'is children well. 'ow are ye feelin'?"
Isabel's eyes narrowed as she scrutinized his face, studying him as if she were peering into the depths of his soul. Her demeanor remained composed as she regarded the enigmatic Micah. "I'm fine. We've been talkin' about ye," she admitted as she twirled a lock of hair between her fingers.
Micah nodded, his posture betraying his composure. "I'm sure ye have," he said.
'Ah dinnae know ye," Isabelle asked, twirling a lock of hair between her fingers. "Do ye want me tae get ye somethin' tae eat?"
"I'm fine," Micah said, as he brushed off the concern with a casual flick of his hand, his grin spreading like sunlight on a dew-kissed meadow. The charm in his words danced with the musicality of a whispered melody, ensnaring Isabel's attention further into his web. "I'm Micah, a fa'miliar face 'at 'as graced these walls fer twenty-five years. The bonds o' friendship 'ave woven through the tapestry o' time, connectin' yer family and mine in a shared 'istory."
"So ye're a bard, like me," Isabel exclaimed, her eyes dancing with excitement and anticipation. "I've heard rumors of yer arrival at the tavern. Tell me, what 'appened tae yer band? Where have they gone?"
"I'm the last o' me band," Micah admitted, a tinge of melancholy seeping into his voice as he reminisced about his companions. "They were swept away by a tempest, lost to the unforgiving storm. I miss them dearly. They still visit me in dreams," he confided, a solitary tear glistening in his expressive eye.
Isabel's voice resonated with warmth and empathy as she extended her condolences. "I'm truly sorry tae hear o' yer loss," she offered sincerely. "Ye dinnae speak much 'bout yerself, but I'm eager tae know ye better. How 'bout we share a meal together? We can talk and ye can share yer story."
"That would be delightful," Micah replied, his countenance softening as he bestowed her with a genuine smile. "I would enjoy that greatly."
A genuine smile graced Isabel's freckled visage, brimming with delight. "Wonderful! I'll fetch ye a meal," she promised, her voice tinged with enthusiasm. "What tickles yer fancy?"
"Anything will suffice," Micah responded, his tone imbued with sincere interest. "I have the coin. I'll be waitin' 'ere for ye."
Isabel's smile blossomed as she nodded in agreement, his genuine tone assuring her of his welcome. She directed her attention towards the bustling kitchen, her mind ablaze with thoughts of crafting a delectable menu for her newfound companion. The tantalizing scent of freshly prepared cuisine mingled with the symphony of clinking pots and pans, captivating Isabel's senses.
'I reckon a savory meat pie or a plate of spiced vegetables would be to his likin'. I don't think he's fond of overly spicy fare.'
Isabel's imagination swirled with culinary possibilities as she surveyed the kitchen, her eyes darting between the diligent kitchen staff and the array of tantalizing ingredients. Contemplating her options, hands confidently resting on her hips, she made her way towards the bustling heart of the kitchen, her gaze lingering on the savory treasures at hand.
After careful consideration, Isabel selected the perfect meal that would both cater to Micah's palate and ignite his taste buds with delight. A sly smile played upon her lips as she emerged from the kitchen, carrying a plate brimming with culinary delights. The aroma of the freshly prepared feast permeated the air, adding to the festive ambiance of the tavern.
With a warm smile gracing her features, Isabel approached Micah, the alluring scent of the food enveloping them. "Here ye are!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I've got somethin' special for ye. Ye're bound tae love it."
"I have no doubt," Micah assured her, his curiosity piqued as he returned her smile. "Thank ye kindly."
Placing the plate before him, Isabel gestured towards the enticing dish, her eyes shimmering with excitement. "Go on now! Give it a try!" she encouraged eagerly. "It's one o' the tavern's finest specialties."
As his gaze fixated upon the presented meal, Micah's eyes widened in pleasant surprise. "A fine choice," he acknowledged, curiosity lacing his words. "Though dinnae ye 'ave a performance soon? Shouldn't ye be preparin'?"
"I shall," Isabel urged with a playful glimmer in her eyes. "Just try it."
With a glint of mischief in his eyes, Micah nodded, his fingers gently tracing the contours of the freshly baked crust as he studied the meal before him. "Aye, I will," he assured, his brogue adding a touch of charm. "I'm sure it'll be a feast for the senses."
Isabel's fiery waves of hair, tamed and cascading down her back, framed her face with a wild elegance. She slipped into her performance costume, the fabric embracing her like a second skin, its deep green hue accentuating her curves. The subtle reveal of skin hinted at a hidden sensuality, while the golden cuff, shaped like a wolf's mouth, added an enchanting touch. She could almost feel the spirit of Caledonia whispering through the intricate design, igniting her spirit.
A knock on the dressing room door interrupted her reverie, and the voice of Archie, the stage director, filtered through. "Isabel, are ye ready? The stage awaits."
She turned toward the door, a radiant smile illuminating her face. "Almost there, Archie. Just a few finishing touches."
Stepping out of the dressing room, Isabel found Archiewaiting, his eyes widening with awe at her transformation. His voice softened, filled with admiration. "Isabel, ye look absolutely stunning. The crowd won't ken what hit them."
Isabel's laughter danced through the air, her voice carrying a mixture of excitement and determination. "Thank ye, Archie. But it's not just about the looks. Tonight, I'll weave a tale that'll stir their hearts, ignite their spirits, and leave them yearning for more. Tonight, Caledonia will come alive on this very stage."
Archie, resonating in her words, nodded, his eyes reflecting a profound understanding of her power. "I have nae doubt, Isabel. Ye possess a gift—a voice that carries the stories of our land, the dreams of our people. They'll be captivated, enchanted by yer every note."
Isabel took a final deep breath, feeling the energy of the night pulsating through her veins.
"Together, Archie," Isabel whispered, her voice filled with determination. "Tonight, we'll create magic."
And with that, they stepped into the hallway, the sounds of anticipation and muffled conversation filling the air. The stage awaited, the audience yearned, and Isabel was ready to cast her spell, leaving an indelible mark on the hearts of those who would join her in this symphony of life.
The curtains drew back, revealing the expectant faces of the crowd, their eyes alight with anticipation. Isabel took her place at the center of the stage, her gaze sweeping across the sea of faces, her voice a velvety caress that cut through the silence.
"Listen closely, mah friends," she began, her voice filled with a tantalizing blend of mystery and longing, her Scottish lilt enchanting every syllable. "For tonight, I shall unveil the hidden melodies that reside within the soul of Iria. Tonight, we embark on a journey of love and loss, triumph and despair. Let yer hearts be swept away by the stories that dance upon the threads of our existence."
And so it began. The tavern exploded with applause as Isabel gracefully stepped to the side of the stage, beckoning to her audience as she sang the opening verse of the ballad. All fell silent as the rain battered the cobblestones outside, protecting the warmth of the firelight.

Me & partner are considering a ~10 days holiday in the dolomites in september this year. We are super active and enjoy hiking and trail running. If there's somewhere we could rent road bikes for a day or two that's something we'd like to do as well.
In terms of the hiking we enjoy a challenge and are fit, so arent afraid of physically demanding routes, although nothing too technical- easy via ferrata is probably our limit. Be cool to scale some smaller peaks. We would rent a car but would prefer if hiking options and trails were walking distance from where we were staying. Open to both day hikes and multi-day with stays at refuges.
Ideal place to stay would be in or near small town with a restaurant or two and a small supermarket, but still super scenic. We prefer to stay in self-catering places (apartments, airbnbs) or even camping, rather than hotels. Budget is not unlimited but happier to pay more for nicer places. We would prefer to stay in only 1 or 2 places for the duration of the trip.
Any suggestions very welcome!

In my experience, I went to bed completely healthy and normal. The next day, I woke up emotionless. I had head pressure, fatigue, DPDR, suicidal thoughts, and heat sensitivity. I also had a feeling of doom so severe my body refused to let me eat for 2 days because I’d just vomit it back out. The initial panic settled, and I’ve plateaued into this dead, catatonic state for nearly a year now.
How did your symptoms crop up? Were they gradual, or did they manifest overnight?

I went for my evening walk that I make - alas - too rarely. There is a hill just near my home, and all I have to do is to walk some 100 M on the main road, then take a path through the houses, but with no buildings facing it, cross an intersection with some residential streets and climb. I just pass by two more houses, then I am outside the village. Some people passed by me on the road, but they were driving, and I think they didn't notice that I was barefoot. When I was on the hill, although, I saw a couple with a dog coming in my direction and I turned into the path that goes upwards. I would have done it anyway, because it was my direction, and I didn't change my speed. I arrived on the top, where there is a statue of the Holy Virgin, and I stayed there some minutes. I could hear the dog bark and I asked myself whether the couple would come up and meet me, or not. They didn't.
I know I was long, but I wanted to focus on the main subject. On one hand I would be glad to meet people, and maybe talk with them, knowing that my bare feet would probably be a subject of conversation; but, on the other hand, I am quite shy and I fear that other people would find me "strange".
What is your experience about that? I am much less shy than one or two years ago, I have spoken with some people about my love for being barefoot, but I still have many doubts in my head.
Thank you for your answers! 🙂

I have always been an overly independent martyr. In middle school and high school, when things started to get out of hand and I had my first and only panic attack, I began to stop myself from feeling anxious, and feeling much of anything anything for that matter. I subconsciously developed Alexithymia as a solution to my anxiety, but unbeknownst to me, it slowly grew over time and began to fight back.
When I entered college, I started having constant soreness, phantom ringing, low energy, and irritability and frequent headaches. My already shaky self-esteem plummeted as my academic performance dropped from straight A’s to C’s get degrees, and I began to hate school, thinking it was just too hard for me regardless of how hard I tried. I started skipping classes and assignments in favor of clubs, which I knew I could succeed in. I began to develop lots of confusing physical symptoms that mimicked ADHD/SPD/ADHD/BPD/Sociopathy/etc. I got an internship at a top company, but struggled massively with imposter syndrome and constantly thought that I was self-sabotaging and should be doing more. My best was never enough. People looked at me and said, “Wow! She’s so successful. I’m jealous. She can deal with such stressful and work, and remain completely calm and unaffected” even though I could barely convince myself to get up in the morning or focus enough to do the work I needed to keep my job.
I slowly lost the ability to see anything as anything other than a chore—to see reality instead of some twisted concoction of my anxiety. I started having frequent violent ruminations. I spent a year with health anxiety-like symptoms, obsessing for over 4 hours a day that there was something wrong with me, but being too scared of telling anyone. I switched into a vastly easier major, but continued to struggle academically. I created a 40 page document detailing everything bad about myself and I worshipped it whilst simultaneously feeling deeply ashamed.
It got worse. People started to regularly ask me if I was okay with pitiful eyes as cracks became visible and large enough to see through my shiny achievements and grand performances. I tried harder to keep it all inside with a smile. This is just my normal—the brain fog, the numbness, the constant self-doubt, the emotional dysregulation, the continual performance of I’m fine, the nightmares, the racing heart and thoughts, the avoidance, the constant feelings of overwhelm and of doom—it had been intensifying and compounding slowly for the past 10 years, so despite being extremely self-aware, I was quite certain that it was normal. I had essentially gave up on myself and my potential. I eventually stopped being able to find the motivation to eat. I couldn’t do anything productive. My brain stopped processing new information in favor of being numb. I stopped living in favor of near constant dissociation and escapism.
And then one day I just snapped. I broke down physically and emotionally. I had a meltdown, and I became a complete wreck. I wrote a four-page document about how I was broken that now makes me really upset to read. I went to my support system begging for help because I couldn’t handle it on my own any longer. I was afraid of myself and my mind.
After a grueling 4-month diagnosis process, i almost rejected my diagnosis of GAD and low self-esteem. I didn’t think I was that stressed or anxious—I needed to have more things wrong with me. But then I reflected, and I realized that I really was not okay and I would do whatever it took to make it okay. I challenged my belief that I knew more than the people who diagnosed me and I was willing to try. It took a lot of work and initiative on my end, but I’m relieved to say that I am in a better place mentally, and I’m already beginning to figure out strategies for recognizing and coping with my symptoms. In fact, today, I had some major milestones—I remembered to take out the trash and check my mailbox at the right times without having to check my todo list, and I did them as soon as I thought about them. I even managed to say and believe my daily affirmations without crying 😂 .
I am incredibly smart. I am strong and capable. I can do anything I set my mind to do. I am more than enough for everyone else. I am proud of myself.
Am I still anxious all the time? Oh, absolutely. The more I try to actively unravel and not restrict my true thoughts and opinions, the more I realize how anxious I actually am. Am I still in an almost constant state of fatigue and brain fog? Yup. Do I still spend a lot of time thinking about thinking and get racing thoughts and ruminations? Yeah, those are still there. Do I still get heart palpitations when I’m about to do almost anything? Heck yes. Has the near constant pit in my stomach at least gone away? Nope. Is it gonna be a long time and a lot of work before I can truly feel good again? No duh! But you know what? It’s okay.
For the first time, in what seems like forever, I’m also filled with happiness and hope. I can feel my heartbeat, but it’s determined instead of stressed and restless. I can feel a sensation in my chest, but it’s a slight warmth—a shallow resting happiness to replace the classic hollow pit. It might not always be there, but it’s still progress.
TL;DR: Life is hard. It’s okay to struggle—do your best to hang in there and fight back. Best of luck to everyone on their journeys.

I know the feature which identifies the songs playing near me. But how will I identify a song that is playing in my own device? I sometimes surf social media and there is music in some content. I want to get the name of those musics/songs. Is there any option ?

In early may 2023 I sat in church with my family. The preacher Approached his podium looking war torn sad, and with a worried look on his face. He raised his hands and said. "I've had dreams of god speaking to me. Hes telling me so much. It's almost incomprehensible to me his words they burn my ears as if a red hot iron is being forced into them. What I can gather from him is that the end times are close, and the seven trumpets shall call it forth. Now my children As your preacher, my intention are to deliver a sermon that not only explains the significance of the seven trumpets being sounded but also encourages individuals to reflect on their own lives and prepare themselves for the end of the world.
The seven trumpets are significant in the book of Revelation as they represent the final warning of God's judgment on the earth. The first four trumpets describe catastrophic events that will result in widespread destruction and devastation. The fifth trumpet describes a swarm of locusts that will torment those who have not been sealed by God. The sixth trumpet describes an army of 200 million that will bring destruction upon the earth, and the seventh trumpet announces the final judgment of God.
The sounding of these trumpets serves as a warning to all of us that the end of the world is near, and we must prepare ourselves accordingly. As we read in the book of Revelation, the effects of these trumpets will be catastrophic, and those who have not prepared themselves will face a terrible fate.
Therefore, we must examine our own lives and make sure that we are prepared for the end of the world. We must ensure that our hearts and minds are focused on God and that we are living our lives according to His will. We must repent of our sins and ask for God's forgiveness, so that we may be sealed by Him and protected from the judgments that are to come.
In conclusion, the sounding of the seven trumpets serves as a warning to us all that the end of the world is near, and we must prepare ourselves accordingly. We must make sure that our hearts and minds are focused on God, and we must repent of our sins and ask for His forgiveness. Let us heed this warning and prepare ourselves for the return of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen."
Finishing up he smiled at us all as he pulled a pistol from his robe putting it in his mouth squeezing the trigger and blowing the back of his head apart. Painting the statue of jesus christ behind him with a grotesque mosaic brain matter, skull fragments and so much blood. After the cops were called his building in the church were searched. The two nuns that accompanied him hanging and they're chambers and bleed dry. In his quarters They found the he used the blood and painted on his walls repeatedly. The seventh trumpets shall sound they shall sound. This was painted and cover the entirety of his room. After this was done the church was closed and we never went back.
Then it happened The two witnesses show on june 7th 2023, in an attempt to save humanity, they spread the gospel of God explaining to all those who were willing to listen, but most turned a blind Eye with this. The two witnesses then had no choice, but too have the first of seven trumpets sound. The first Trumpet sounds with the echo across the world. More of a vibration than a noise many people had not known it went off. After it had stopped Hail began to fall from the sky with a drastic change. The Hail went from solid small pieces of ice to pieces of Red hot glass as it hit the ground it burnt everything in touched. Within two weeks it spread across the world. Because of this most of the world's vegetation Burnt to the ground, leaving nothing but melted glass and ash across the lands. With this a three hundred day war breaks out across the world. Nations began to fight for what food was left in the world. As april approached the war ended with no victor. With hundreds of thousands dead the world went into mourning. Realizing that the war caused nothing but harm to the world. Bringing the sadness and pain to all those that had to be involved. Countless families torn apart so many wounded so many dead. Children without fathers or Mother's, wife's mourning Their husbands. mothers screaming and crying over the lose of their children. The world fell silent as it realized that if they had listened Maybe none of this would have happened. None of that mattered now. Now there was too much pain, too much anger, and too much hate. The world blamed god for all this tragedy that had happened to them as a whole. They cursed it's name. Those who had faith in God, Started to doubt they felt as though God itself had left them. How could something so powerful, So all-knowing do this to them. It wasn't fair, was God acting out like a child? How could God be all-powerful and be jealous that not every single being on the Earth showed it Love and loyalty. what kind of power hungry thing Was God? if this is what god was They didn't want to believe they didn't want to follow. They wanted to forget they wanted to abandon it. Seeing this the witnesses called out to the world. Trying the best they could to get everyone to understand why God was doing what it was doing. This caused more problems than good. People started burning churches to spite god. No longer were churches safe no longer could families go and feel safe and at peace. Now churches were taboo and known to be a place of death.
Not having convinced the world the witnesses called forth the second trumpet to sound. The sound of the second trumpet was unlike anything humanity had heard. To most that could comprehend the sound described it as if thunder was crying out in pain. On the last day of April the sky looked as though it was being torn open by the sound of the trumpet. Stopping abruptly people from all over the world could see that the sky had in fact had been torn open like a wound, and from that wound spilled an asteroid that resembled a blood clot. The asteroid was said to be the size of mount everest. Slowly it fell towards the earth. The closer it came to earth the more people felt a sense of dread and sorrow. Knowing that once it hit all would be turned to ash. People stood in shock as the mountain of an asteroid split in to smaller pieces and falling to the world's oceans. Hitting the water with such forces tsunamis to accrue across the plant killing thousands. Over the next few day the pieces decayed into the waters turning them into a viscera soup, killing roughly a third of all sea life. People started smelling the rot that came from the now think blood like ocean waters. Noticing the animals dying out and rotting giving the bloody ocean a acid like state causing those who lived on the waters to die slowly and painful. Soon people left the oceanside for they no longer could fish for food to survive.
In less than a year the world's oceans became a gelatinous mass of blood and gore. Spreading sickness and suffering to most if not all of the world's population the sickness only caused pain and discomfort but never death.
By July 2026 the Temples that once held weekly services to worship and praise God, were now completely abandoned and avoided by all that still lived. Knowing that their voices would fall to deaf ears the witnesses sound led the third trumpet. The sounds a weeping was heard throughout the disease ridden word. Knowing that a new plague approached the weak and trembling people hid the best they could. A flash of green light flooded the sky as a second asteroid came for the heavens. This one devolved in the air turning to light rain. Only hitting the lakes ponds and every other body of water. Seeing that nothing had changed the slowly dwindling population went back to what lives they could live. Unfortunately over the next year many died of was thought to be from dehydration no matter how much water they'd consume. Looking back the people that were left realized that all the waters had been poisoned. Those who survived learned what was safe to drink and what caused a slow labored death. The ones who died suffered incredible pain as their insides turned to a mess of rot and decay. Slowly they'd rot throwing up their literal guts and organs until nothing was left. At the end of the year only a quarter of the earth's population was left. Roaming what was left of the war torn lands searching for some sense of peace only to find rage pain and death at every corner of the world. Then the witnesses sounded the forth trumpet it was a quiet dull sound the next few weeks. The skies began losing light as if the sun was dying. The night sky was now a void of darkness with no stars in sight and a fading moon. Slowly darkness was all the people knew. Christmas came that year some people tried to show they had faith once again. Setting up small groups to share the holiday spirit most were meet with hatred but some were welcomed with loving arms. With their all seeing eyes the witnesses observed with hope that the world was going to change for the betterment of all. Then the new year started with a major power claiming that they held the right to command over what was left in the world for they had more of a population and those who disagreed would be delt with a swift and painful experience. This well, this caused so much to happen and none of it was good. People started looting fight and killing just because they knew they could. There was no rules anymore and people took full advantage of that. What's no hesitation? The witnesses sounded the fifth trumpet. The trumpet Sounded as though A million babies were screaming out in causing everyone to drop to their knees and hold their ears. The sound penetrated them, causing mass hysteria. With an hours of the Trumpet sounding hells Pit of torment Tour open from the Earth's crust and from it, a rupted millions upon millions of locust. Please locust tour through homes, buildings, and people. The sound that they made made people tear At their ears shoving Anything that they could get their hands-on into their own ears Just to stop the sounds from entering their body. This went on for 5 months, then abruptly all that's a locust died. Falling from the sky, as a terrible reminder. Once they all fell to the ground the sixth trumpet screamed out calling forth an army of two million undead warriors, for the next eighteen months they search and brutally attacked and killed close to a third of the male population leaving nothing but death in their wake, once they had accomplished their task they caught fire burning up the locusts and their own bodies to dust. As a calmness came over the world the witnesses came forth speaking of the coming of christ itself, and those who are righteous shall know peace and all others shall know pain and death. In a show of power the witnesses disappeared in a flash of bright blue light and a clap of thunder that shook all that was left. The sky opened as a voice echoed through the ears of all people. Tellimg them to fall to their knees and beg for forgiveness and show that they have true faith in God for if they don't it would strike them down sending them to hell. With much fear, anger, pain, and hatred. People of the world lashed out, calling the so called one true God a false God a sad and jealous God end they would not Worship follow or do, as is it commanded and for it's so-called chosen one, it could also turn back and never return. For they As people of the world would find their own way they could live. Be happy and grow they would turn this world back in to something lavish and beautiful once again. Screaming out to gods so-called prophet youre not needed. Your God is not needed here all of this pain, death and destruction, it was caused by you. And we will be the ones to rebuild it not you Your profit, not your witnesses, us. And only us now close your gates to heaven and hell. Leave us to our own we've already turned our backs on you so you do the same. We don't want you and we don't need you. The sky closed and went dark leaving only the last few survives scattered across the wasteland that was once earth.

In early may 2023 I sat in church with my family. The preacher Approached his podium looking war torn sad, and with a worried look on his face. He raised his hands and said. "I've had dreams of god speaking to me. Hes telling me so much. It's almost incomprehensible to me his words they burn my ears as if a red hot iron is being forced into them. What I can gather from him is that the end times are close, and the seven trumpets shall call it forth. Now my children As your preacher, my intention are to deliver a sermon that not only explains the significance of the seven trumpets being sounded but also encourages individuals to reflect on their own lives and prepare themselves for the end of the world.
The seven trumpets are significant in the book of Revelation as they represent the final warning of God's judgment on the earth. The first four trumpets describe catastrophic events that will result in widespread destruction and devastation. The fifth trumpet describes a swarm of locusts that will torment those who have not been sealed by God. The sixth trumpet describes an army of 200 million that will bring destruction upon the earth, and the seventh trumpet announces the final judgment of God.
The sounding of these trumpets serves as a warning to all of us that the end of the world is near, and we must prepare ourselves accordingly. As we read in the book of Revelation, the effects of these trumpets will be catastrophic, and those who have not prepared themselves will face a terrible fate.
Therefore, we must examine our own lives and make sure that we are prepared for the end of the world. We must ensure that our hearts and minds are focused on God and that we are living our lives according to His will. We must repent of our sins and ask for God's forgiveness, so that we may be sealed by Him and protected from the judgments that are to come.
In conclusion, the sounding of the seven trumpets serves as a warning to us all that the end of the world is near, and we must prepare ourselves accordingly. We must make sure that our hearts and minds are focused on God, and we must repent of our sins and ask for His forgiveness. Let us heed this warning and prepare ourselves for the return of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen."
Finishing up he smiled at us all as he pulled a pistol from his robe putting it in his mouth squeezing the trigger and blowing the back of his head apart. Painting the statue of jesus christ behind him with a grotesque mosaic brain matter, skull fragments and so much blood. After the cops were called his building in the church were searched. The two nuns that accompanied him hanging and they're chambers and bleed dry. In his quarters They found the he used the blood and painted on his walls repeatedly. The seventh trumpets shall sound they shall sound. This was painted and cover the entirety of his room. After this was done the church was closed and we never went back.
Then it happened The two witnesses show on june 7th 2023, in an attempt to save humanity, they spread the gospel of God explaining to all those who were willing to listen, but most turned a blind Eye with this. The two witnesses then had no choice, but too have the first of seven trumpets sound. The first Trumpet sounds with the echo across the world. More of a vibration than a noise many people had not known it went off. After it had stopped Hail began to fall from the sky with a drastic change. The Hail went from solid small pieces of ice to pieces of Red hot glass as it hit the ground it burnt everything in touched. Within two weeks it spread across the world. Because of this most of the world's vegetation Burnt to the ground, leaving nothing but melted glass and ash across the lands. With this a three hundred day war breaks out across the world. Nations began to fight for what food was left in the world. As april approached the war ended with no victor. With hundreds of thousands dead the world went into mourning. Realizing that the war caused nothing but harm to the world. Bringing the sadness and pain to all those that had to be involved. Countless families torn apart so many wounded so many dead. Children without fathers or Mother's, wife's mourning Their husbands. mothers screaming and crying over the lose of their children. The world fell silent as it realized that if they had listened Maybe none of this would have happened. None of that mattered now. Now there was too much pain, too much anger, and too much hate. The world blamed god for all this tragedy that had happened to them as a whole. They cursed it's name. Those who had faith in God, Started to doubt they felt as though God itself had left them. How could something so powerful, So all-knowing do this to them. It wasn't fair, was God acting out like a child? How could God be all-powerful and be jealous that not every single being on the Earth showed it Love and loyalty. what kind of power hungry thing Was God? if this is what god was They didn't want to believe they didn't want to follow. They wanted to forget they wanted to abandon it. Seeing this the witnesses called out to the world. Trying the best they could to get everyone to understand why God was doing what it was doing. This caused more problems than good. People started burning churches to spite god. No longer were churches safe no longer could families go and feel safe and at peace. Now churches were taboo and known to be a place of death.
Not having convinced the world the witnesses called forth the second trumpet to sound. The sound of the second trumpet was unlike anything humanity had heard. To most that could comprehend the sound described it as if thunder was crying out in pain. On the last day of April the sky looked as though it was being torn open by the sound of the trumpet. Stopping abruptly people from all over the world could see that the sky had in fact had been torn open like a wound, and from that wound spilled an asteroid that resembled a blood clot. The asteroid was said to be the size of mount everest. Slowly it fell towards the earth. The closer it came to earth the more people felt a sense of dread and sorrow. Knowing that once it hit all would be turned to ash. People stood in shock as the mountain of an asteroid split in to smaller pieces and falling to the world's oceans. Hitting the water with such forces tsunamis to accrue across the plant killing thousands. Over the next few day the pieces decayed into the waters turning them into a viscera soup, killing roughly a third of all sea life. People started smelling the rot that came from the now think blood like ocean waters. Noticing the animals dying out and rotting giving the bloody ocean a acid like state causing those who lived on the waters to die slowly and painful. Soon people left the oceanside for they no longer could fish for food to survive.
In less than a year the world's oceans became a gelatinous mass of blood and gore. Spreading sickness and suffering to most if not all of the world's population the sickness only caused pain and discomfort but never death.
By July 2026 the Temples that once held weekly services to worship and praise God, were now completely abandoned and avoided by all that still lived. Knowing that their voices would fall to deaf ears the witnesses sound led the third trumpet. The sounds a weeping was heard throughout the disease ridden word. Knowing that a new plague approached the weak and trembling people hid the best they could. A flash of green light flooded the sky as a second asteroid came for the heavens. This one devolved in the air turning to light rain. Only hitting the lakes ponds and every other body of water. Seeing that nothing had changed the slowly dwindling population went back to what lives they could live. Unfortunately over the next year many died of was thought to be from dehydration no matter how much water they'd consume. Looking back the people that were left realized that all the waters had been poisoned. Those who survived learned what was safe to drink and what caused a slow labored death. The ones who died suffered incredible pain as their insides turned to a mess of rot and decay. Slowly they'd rot throwing up their literal guts and organs until nothing was left. At the end of the year only a quarter of the earth's population was left. Roaming what was left of the war torn lands searching for some sense of peace only to find rage pain and death at every corner of the world. Then the witnesses sounded the forth trumpet it was a quiet dull sound the next few weeks. The skies began losing light as if the sun was dying. The night sky was now a void of darkness with no stars in sight and a fading moon. Slowly darkness was all the people knew. Christmas came that year some people tried to show they had faith once again. Setting up small groups to share the holiday spirit most were meet with hatred but some were welcomed with loving arms. With their all seeing eyes the witnesses observed with hope that the world was going to change for the betterment of all. Then the new year started with a major power claiming that they held the right to command over what was left in the world for they had more of a population and those who disagreed would be delt with a swift and painful experience. This well, this caused so much to happen and none of it was good. People started looting fight and killing just because they knew they could. There was no rules anymore and people took full advantage of that. What's no hesitation? The witnesses sounded the fifth trumpet. The trumpet Sounded as though A million babies were screaming out in causing everyone to drop to their knees and hold their ears. The sound penetrated them, causing mass hysteria. With an hours of the Trumpet sounding hells Pit of torment Tour open from the Earth's crust and from it, a rupted millions upon millions of locust. Please locust tour through homes, buildings, and people. The sound that they made made people tear At their ears shoving Anything that they could get their hands-on into their own ears Just to stop the sounds from entering their body. This went on for 5 months, then abruptly all that's a locust died. Falling from the sky, as a terrible reminder. Once they all fell to the ground the sixth trumpet screamed out calling forth an army of two million undead warriors, for the next eighteen months they search and brutally attacked and killed close to a third of the male population leaving nothing but death in their wake, once they had accomplished their task they caught fire burning up the locusts and their own bodies to dust. As a calmness came over the world the witnesses came forth speaking of the coming of christ itself, and those who are righteous shall know peace and all others shall know pain and death. In a show of power the witnesses disappeared in a flash of bright blue light and a clap of thunder that shook all that was left. The sky opened as a voice echoed through the ears of all people. Tellimg them to fall to their knees and beg for forgiveness and show that they have true faith in God for if they don't it would strike them down sending them to hell. With much fear, anger, pain, and hatred. People of the world lashed out, calling the so called one true God a false God a sad and jealous God end they would not Worship follow or do, as is it commanded and for it's so-called chosen one, it could also turn back and never return. For they As people of the world would find their own way they could live. Be happy and grow they would turn this world back in to something lavish and beautiful once again. Screaming out to gods so-called prophet youre not needed. Your God is not needed here all of this pain, death and destruction, it was caused by you. And we will be the ones to rebuild it not you Your profit, not your witnesses, us. And only us now close your gates to heaven and hell. Leave us to our own we've already turned our backs on you so you do the same. We don't want you and we don't need you. The sky closed and went dark leaving only the last few survives scattered across the wasteland that was once earth.

Things woud be one way for a year. Everyone would go by a specific baseline. Then one day - things changed and some person wouldn't get the memo. So they would do things how htey had been done for a year. Then they would get gaslit and told things were never done that way.
I started to question myself so I kept a notepad in my pocket. I'd write down dates and exactly how something happened. Then when it was re told a few months later, I'd refer to my notes knowing they were full of crap and I was right.
Someone would do some minor thing and everyone would act like they killed a man. Like a guy left a receipt under his matress one day. They took that as "gear adrift" and destroyed his rack. This guy was one of the only people who worked or followed the rules 99% of the time. And that is how they treated him.
he once hadn't eat in 36 hours and was about to get his chance, but his watch relief relieved him ten minutes late knowing hte galley was closing simply because they wanted to miss 10 minutes of their watch knowing the guy hadn't eaten. The guy gets mad and everyone tell him to quit crying and doesn't say one thing to the late relief. But they had eviscerated him over a fucking receipt under his matress.
We would have battle station drills. I was maybe 4 months away from getting out with my honorable. The pipe patching team was all brand new people with no leader. That had no idea what to do. But the chain of command would send them into drills by themselves. Totally setting them up for failure and if a real event happened they'd maybe die.
One day I get irritated because it is the end of battle stations and they are sending these guys in alone. The person running hte drill and testing them knew what was happening. There was never any equipment left at the end, and I felt their lives were worth something... So I take charge of the team for the drill and I take them in and htey are just doing abysmal and won't listen to anything I say and the person running the drill is just giving me shit like - "You're supposed to be leading these guys, where are your boots, where is your hat, why don't they know this." And I am just thinking, this is what I get for trying to do the right thing. That stuff wasn't as important as educating and preparing them.
One battle stations my team had finished their drill and it is near the end of battle stations. A second class comes in and says, "Eagle, get an air tank and follow them!" There were no air tanks because it was the end of the drill. There was also no boots or hats. I know it is going o take me a minute to find some so I ask the group and the second class - where are the ygoing so I know? No one would acknowledge I was speaking.
I find a tank, hat, and boots, and I walk through a fir barrier the directio nthe group went. A Chief and First class are standing there gabbing. I ask, "Am I supposed to be on air? Where am I supposed to go, what team am I helping so I know what to do?" They wouldn't acknowledge I was speaking. I try to get a response for maybe 3 minutes. So I go through another fire barrier and just can't find anyone nad have no clue.
Suddenyl the Chief and First class come through the barrier and th first class is yelling at me, "Why the fuck aren't you on air? Chief, this idiot isn't on air!" And I am looking at him like are you kidding me???? And I say something mildly snarky and he loses it, "What the fuck is this guy's problem?" And the Chief said, "Oh, e jst has an attitude problem." And I am just standing there like, yeah that's it. Not the fact that I asked you for three minutes if I neede to be on air and never got a response.
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People would try to enforce rules across the board like there was never any special cirumstances.
We'd paint te sides of the ship and we couldn't wear our gloves because they would stick together and get ruined. You couldn't work with the fingers all stuck together. Out hands would be numb and we'd be walking from the wuarterdeck to the berthing with our hands in our pockets wet and shivering live a dog. And someone would shout at us and tell us to, "Get our fucking hands out of our pockets." Because the rule was no walking with hand in in pockets.
I'd have watch as midnight, then go straight into sea and anchor, then wed have to clean everything up, dress the lones, bring in messenger lines, etc. I'd be walking through the hangar bay at half past noon with some stubble on my face. Some Chief would stop me and just yel at me for 15 minutes because I had stubble, "When was the last time you shaved?" And I'd tell them, when I got up this moninging - and before I could say I got up at midnight they'd just lay into me on how the rules state I have to shave everyday and blah blah. And I am just thinking, are we done - I have a mountain of work to do and if I'm lucky we'll get an hour of liberty before curfew - was I really supposed to excuse myself from mooring the ship to go and shave?...
We stood brdige watch and lookout watches. I got off watch at 3am one morning and I step into the hangar bay piss tired with my hat on. Underway you don't wear a cover. It's 3 am. Me and one other guy were theonly person in all three hangar bays. This guy is pointing at his head frantically like someone is going to die because I have my cover on at 3am on my way to my berthing where I'll get 3 hours of sleep.
It boiled down to no one having any empathy or thinking into things. No one stopped and thought - these people are barely sleeping, barely eating, getting abused physically and mentally... Maybe I should cut them a break.
One summer me an one other guy did a job by ourselves that was usually 12 people. We'd get 20 minutes for lunch. We had to go to this barge because were in a ship yard. I had to poop. So I poop and I had ten minutes left. i go to the galley to find something I can take with me. They had these individual ceral cups. I took one and this guy just loses it on me, "Hey! No taking food off the mess deck!" So I pretend to put it back and stick it in my coveralls. The guy sees me and I just bolt.
I literally ran to the lower level and into a head to scarf down dry cereral. The guy didn't even think - maybe this guy is just hungry and htis is his only meal today - he is covered in paint and carrying a life jacket - maybe I should let this one slide.

Salvaged nearly 20 legendarys and haven’t had a single one drop yet…. Just me? Seams a little low tbh Also 0 info I could find on this from a quick google search

Some of these companies are offering car at $10/day. Are these scams just to lure the tourist to later charge with higher insurance fees. Need some suggestions

Had an Interview yesterday and during the interview they said there was a feedback session at the end of the day yesterday, so I should hear yesterday or today. Well its near the end of the day for me and I have heard nothing. I want to call the recruiter(at the company) to see if there was any feedback so i don't have to go into this weekend wondering but unsure and don't want to be annoying.

All the places I have been near me have been crappy and it has just been hard to find a nice place to relax and fish. Do y’all know any good places?

Hello, DnD Reddit! This is my first post on this subreddit but I hope to post more in the future. Recently I bought myself a notebook and I decided to make it into a character notebook where I keep everything about my characters in terms of personality, backstory, essentially everything that wasn't the mechanics of the character. While scrolling the internet for ideas on DnD character writing I came across Ginny Di's seven-day character challenge with the purpose of developing a character more and really getting your mind into the mind of the character and thinking about things you wouldn't usually think about. I decided to share my journey of character development with all of you to maybe get some feedback, and comments, or maybe to even help people who are struggling with character writing and want some ideas themself (also o spread the word of Ginny Di highly encourage everyone to watch her videos). I decided to use my character Valkaria, a tiefling paladin, as my test subject.
Day 1: write a diary entry from the point of view of your character
Ok, so I may have gone a bit overboard as instead of writing one entry I wrote three as there were a few moments I had in mind that were central to her backstory, so I wrote all three. I found doing this to be extremely helpful because it not only made me think about Valkaria's voice, how she sounds, what words she uses, and how she speaks and writes, but also how Valkaria changed through these points. How her voice changed or her writing style changed between entry one and entry two were things I took notice of while writing.
Valkaria (even though this is not her background) comes from nobility, as such she had a very formal education so she speaks very eloquently using big words and tends to stretch her sentences with fluff for that extra dramatic touch. She also comes from a family of pride so she's very boisterous and doesn't show any negativity in her speech in writing because that is a sign of weakness and in her mind, she's not weak. This was especially evident in entry one. For this entry, I decided to write about the time she ran away with her lover and left her life of comfort and riches behind for the pursuit of love. In this entry her words exude happiness as she's hopeful for the future she is giddy as she is running away into the night with the person she fell in love with and she's having a freedom she didn't have before. It also made me think about how she was feeling toward her lover at that moment. During this moment I decided that she's never been more in love with him. He is her night in shining armor saving her from her tower like the fairytales and romance novels she used to read. In this entry, she seems like someone whos happy, hopeful, and free which is what I was going for.
The second entry I decided to make it the turning point of Valkaria's backstory the day her husband died and Valkaria is forced to start her journey. Now some may think why would she take the time to write a diary entry? Her husband was just murdered and she has to leave her son for his safety while she journeys the world finding the people responsible for her husband's death and fulfilling the oath she made to her god, how could anyone find time to write in a diary during that time of overwhelming grief and uncertainty. This made me think there is one thing that would make Valkaria do something unreasonable but at the same time try to keep herself together for that moment and that is her son. So I decided that this entry would be Valkaria finding her old diary from her youth and deciding to leave her diary with her son to give him a piece of his mother in case something happened to Valkaria or she was gone for longer than she hopes, and this entry kind of serves as a goodbye to her son as she outlines the emotions she's feeling over everything that happened in a single day and she is constantly writing about how she doesn't want to leaver her son but she needs to keep him safe and how she loves him but she needs to stay away all because this entry if for him. This is also the entry where Valkaria shows a change in her voice and personality after all how could she, not she just watched her husband get slain in front of her that would mess anyone up. In the first entry, she shows signs of hope, of being prideful as she claims that she's not afraid and that she can handle anything that comes her way, but in this entry, she is showing signs of weakness (something she hates and doesn't ever show) and fear. While she tries so hard to keep herself together her entire world is crumbling and she just doesn't have the strength to and it shows in the words she uses, the way her sentences are shorter and her words carry a more tired diction than someone who is formally educated. I even took it upon myself to make this entry written in handwriting that was shaky and messy because she doesn't have it in her to write eloquently anymore.
The final entry I decided to make it a time when she was on her adventure and working as a monster hunter but before she met the party. She uses this notebook as more as a job ledger than a diary. She starts each entry with a note about the job she took and what the reward was before writing. By this time Valkaria is no longer the girl she once was. She no longer starts her entry with a dear diary just starts writing. Valkaria used to write in flowy sentences with long words but she doesn't do that anymore everything is short, to the point, and with little to no emotion other than the feeling that she's lost she keeps trying to talk to her god but is getting no response and she's nowhere near finding out who's responsible for her husband's death. Her entries are more so notes about her time in battle, the town she's in, and little reminders to herself like sending X amount of coin to Malik (her son) and his caretaker. The only reason Valkaria still writes is because of her son, she wants to get back to him and she will use this notebook as a way to talk about her adventures. Her son consumes Valkaria's every thought as she thinks about what her son will think of her as a monster hunter and all the blood on her hands, yes she's saved people but she's also done some morally questionable things. She also writes about her husband and asks if he's proud of her now, leaving their son and pursuing the life she now has. Every entry is filled with a feeling of lost like she doesn't know what to do or who she is anymore. She is no longer the Valkaria that was being whisked away into the night or spending her days with her loving husband without a care in the world, and as she changed her voice changed.
This challenge really helped me think about the type of person Valkaria is and how her backstory changed her. I started asking questions like she behaved this way before why does she behave this way now? As well as, despite this drastic personality changed does she still show habits from her former self and if so what habits or traits? Like for example in her past she was the type of person who had so much pride she hated showing any weakness because she couldn't see herself as anything else other than the great and brilliant Valkara. She still keeps the trait of not showing weakness nor being the type of person to ask for help but it's now because she has to be the strong paladin, the strong mother, she just has to be strong, and if she's not then she's afraid of what will happen what she breaks. Writing actual diary entries has also shown me that when a person goes through an event that changes who they are whether for better or worse it's not just how we portray the character that changes but the little things about the character such as the way the speak or the way they write. This realization made me think of Fjord from Critical Role's campaign the Mighty Nein and how after his ship sunk he took up a voice resembling that of his former captain as a way to protect himself and appear strong but after breaking free from Uko'toa (I hope I spelled that correctly) he changed his voice to show the huge milestone change in his character. That's kind of what I wanted to portray with Valkaria how her voice and diction changed after losing her husband and why.
Hope you all enjoyed hearing about my day of character thinking and development. Because this post is already so long and it would be a whole novel if I do all seven days in one post I decided I will just do one post for each day of the challenge. So tomorrow I'll make a post about day 2 where I make a Valkaria Pinterest board. Hope everyone is having a wonderful day and if you made it this far thank you for reading!

So my one week observation of the airforce... it's the best device on the market. The first day had me wanting to sell it because it was simply too intense of a grip and stretch. I lowered the pressure down slightly and have been using the device for a few hours per day.
I've tried nearly every device. I settled on air as my favorite restoration method. I have the FS air and It's overall a solid device(especially once I removed the blue bell), but struggles on high tension unless pristinely cleaned 2x/day with dish soap.
I'm using the inflator bulb that came with the FS air to inflate the Airforce. I trimmed the inflation tube with a scissor since I have no intention of using my breath to inflate because I need a bit more pressure than I can provide, it also makes it more concealable when you have just a 3-4 inch tube instead of the long one that comes with it, and since I use the bulb to inflate it makes no difference in usability.
For the first time in my restoration journey I've had rollover after removing the Airforce. I've actually noticed gains in just one week of restoring. It is an extremely heavy hitting device. I don't think it's possible to achieve levels of tension with anything else on the market, in fact, it is too much tension for the vast majority of us, I'd presume. You can hurt yourself with this thing pretty easily, so you need to exercise caution when inflating so you aren't pulling it off in pain 5 minutes after you put it on.
With that being said, it is expensive, but I'm OK with paying for something that makes me restore quicker. I think if I were on a budget I'd go with the Chris Hope Air MK2 and if I wanted to splurge I'd skip the FS air and go right to the Airforce, unless the new FS air update improves things. I've spent so much on various $100-150 devices that I think if you just hopped straight into the Airforce it wouldn't be a bad idea.
KOT

So my INFJ bf put me onto this one because he’s very against the whole 16 type separation thing and his reasoning is rubbing off on me, so I thought I’d share.
Let’s say we’ve got a pie chart representing a dataset of people typed by MBTI. And let’s say these aren’t based on test results, which can be inaccurate for many reasons. Instead it’s based on a carefully vetted culmination of a person’s thought processes and behaviors throughout years of their life.
Basically, let’s assume these people are typed correctly.
So here’s the graph. It’s beautiful, I know.
https://ibb.co/nLYqLzJ
So using ENTP as an example, we’ve got a collection of people who’ve been accurately typed as ENTP. Now let’s zoom in.
https://ibb.co/rfn8Fnh
Okay, we randomly pick 2 dots out of the dataset. Point #1 is a very stereotypical representation of the type. You’d probably know they were ENTP the moment you met them.
But Point #2 is extremely centered near the middle of the entire pie chart. That’s because this individual is very balanced in each of the Jungian dichotomies. Again, this person is typed correctly and didn’t become that way over time. You’d probably have a hard time figuring out what type they are. And would it even matter?
Basically for this person, the categorization of ENTP is almost pointless. It doesn’t really make sense for that person to be categorized at the same level of weight as ENTP #1, or even to be categorized at all. Yet this person is lumped into the box of ENTP anyway, despite only having minimal preference for those dichotomies.
Then you have to wonder, how many people are truly stereotypical enough for MBTI to be a useful tool for them? My hypothesis is that the majority of people are closer to the center than distally located in one box.
So my bf’s ultimate point is that MBTI as a concept works on a macro level to measure general behavioral and cognitive tendencies in humans, but on a micro level, unless you are a very stereotypical representation of your type, then it won’t tell you much about yourself per say, because humans are far too individual. Not to mention, how do you ensure that you are correctly typed to a high degree of accuracy?
I guess balanced people could even use it to understand every part of themselves, or decide what they want to develop, rather than use it as a way to find balance, or work with clear strengths and weaknesses, in the case of stereotypical folk.
Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk of plagiarized work.

Is the price fair? Anything I need to know about those models? Would you recommend or not? My main laptop broke, and so i'm desperate for a laptop. This would also be my first macbook. I plan on video editing and doing my side hustles and research with it. For the price and how desperate I am I feel like its a good deal, the only thing that scares me is it's nearly 7 years old.