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2023.06.10 06:04 BlairDaniels 23andme says I have a second mother.
This summer, I decided to get my DNA sequenced by 23andme. I wanted to know my ancestry, as well as find out if I'm a carrier for any genetic disorders, since my husband and I want to try and get pregnant soon.
When the results came back, everything was what I expected. I was Romanian and German. I had the sun-sneeze reflex. Etc. The surprise came when I clicked on the "Relatives" tab. At the top of the list, it showed my parents.
Except, there weren't two parents.
There were three.
John T.
Father, 50.0% DNA shared
Agnes T.
Mother, 50.0% DNA shared
G
Mother, 50.0% DNA shared
I stared at the last one. Uh… what? I scrolled up and down the list, but the rest looked normal. One of my brothers came up, along with an aunt and some cousins.
Curious, I clicked on G's profile. But there wasn't any other information. To see details, like her ancestry or shared relatives, I'd need to 'connect' with her.
Probably just a glitch or something. Or maybe my mom made two accounts by accident. I closed my laptop and tried to forget about it.
But for the rest of the day, it bothered me. Like a little itch in the back of my brain. Maybe it isn't a duplicate account or a total glitch. Maybe she's some secret aunt or something, and 23andme just overestimated the shared DNA. I'd read the horror stories, of 23andme uncovering family secrets like that.
So that evening, I decided to hit "Connect." I didn't really expect her to accept.
But just a few days later, she did.
I went over to the 23andme website, my heart pounding. When I scrolled down, I saw my ancestry composition and G’s, side-by-side. Her ancestry looked like my mom’s—almost 100% Romanian. But… it was slightly different.
My heart pounded faster. I opened three tabs: my mom’s ancestry, my dad’s, G’s, and mine. My eyes darted between them, comparing them. Studying them. And after several minutes, I realized it.
I was 1% Scandinavian. But neither my mother nor my father had any Scandinavian ancestry.
Only “G” did.
A chill went down my spine. I stared at G’s profile. At her empty profile picture.
Who is she?
***
I told my husband all about it. He thought I was overreacting. “It’s just some glitch,” he said, as he flipped the chicken on the stove. “23andme must’ve sequenced the DNA wrong, or mixed up the samples, or something.”
“It’s creepy though, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, I guess.” He opened the cabinet, rummaging around for plates. “But there’s just so much room for error with that DNA stuff.”
I tried not to think about it. But my night was plagued with nightmares of G—a faceless woman, calling from the forest. Who had my long dark hair and tall stature. A second mother who, somehow, had given me her DNA.
When I woke up, though, I realized something. If I shared 50% of my DNA with my father, and my mother, and G—well, 50% + 50% + 50% did not equal 100%.
One of my parents had to share DNA with G.
I called my mom on the way to work. “Did you see anyone listed in your DNA relatives named ‘G’?” I asked, as I pulled onto the highway.
“G?” she repeated.
“Yeah. There’s just… a person named G who keeps popping up on my DNA relatives.”
“I don’t think so,” she replied. “But I don’t know. The website is kind of hard to use. Brandon was helping me with it.”
“Could you ask—”
“Yeah, sure. Gotta go now, though.”
With that being a dead end, I decided to bite the bullet and send G a message. Most likely, it’d be some big misunderstanding. G was probably some stranger living on the other end of the country with no connection to me whatsoever.
Hey, I noticed 23andme listed you as a relative. Do you have any family members with the last name T--- or K---, especially in the northwest US? Are you related to my mother, Agnes T---?
The response came less than an hour later. And when I read it, a slow chill ran down my spine.
you will find out soon enough.
That was the whole thing. The whole response. Those cryptic six words. I quickly shot a message back: Are you related to me? Or my mom?
No answer.
I stared at the screen, my heart pounding. Then, in one swift motion, I moved my cursor up and removed her as a connection. Just a troll. A scammer. Something weird like that.
A few days later, I checked 23andme again—to find that G had removed her account. Or, possibly, that the glitch had been fixed. Because G was no longer listed as my mother, or a relative at all.
Weeks went by and I forgot about the whole thing. Work got busy, gardening season was in full swing, and my hours were spent either working late in the office or slaving over my plant babies. I didn’t even give G a second thought—
Until, one morning, it all came crashing down.
Two pink lines. My husband and I spent the morning crying, hugging each other, overjoyed about this little person we would bring into the world.
Until I went to the mailbox.
Inside was a folded piece of pink paper, tied off with black ribbon. No stamp—it must’ve been hand delivered. My throat went dry as I flipped it open and read the words on the page.
meet me at d--- park at midnight tonight.
-G
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When the results came back, everything was what I expected. I was Romanian and German. I had the sun-sneeze reflex. Etc. The surprise came when I clicked on the "Relatives" tab. At the top of the list, it showed my parents.
Except, there weren't two parents.
There were three.
John T.
Father, 50.0% DNA shared
Agnes T.
Mother, 50.0% DNA shared
G
Mother, 50.0% DNA shared
I stared at the last one. Uh… what? I scrolled up and down the list, but the rest looked normal. One of my brothers came up, along with an aunt and some cousins.
Curious, I clicked on G's profile. But there wasn't any other information. To see details, like her ancestry or shared relatives, I'd need to 'connect' with her.
Probably just a glitch or something. Or maybe my mom made two accounts by accident. I closed my laptop and tried to forget about it.
But for the rest of the day, it bothered me. Like a little itch in the back of my brain. Maybe it isn't a duplicate account or a total glitch. Maybe she's some secret aunt or something, and 23andme just overestimated the shared DNA. I'd read the horror stories, of 23andme uncovering family secrets like that.
So that evening, I decided to hit "Connect." I didn't really expect her to accept.
But just a few days later, she did.
I went over to the 23andme website, my heart pounding. When I scrolled down, I saw my ancestry composition and G’s, side-by-side. Her ancestry looked like my mom’s—almost 100% Romanian. But… it was slightly different.
My heart pounded faster. I opened three tabs: my mom’s ancestry, my dad’s, G’s, and mine. My eyes darted between them, comparing them. Studying them. And after several minutes, I realized it.
I was 1% Scandinavian. But neither my mother nor my father had any Scandinavian ancestry.
Only “G” did.
A chill went down my spine. I stared at G’s profile. At her empty profile picture.
Who is she?
***
I told my husband all about it. He thought I was overreacting. “It’s just some glitch,” he said, as he flipped the chicken on the stove. “23andme must’ve sequenced the DNA wrong, or mixed up the samples, or something.”
“It’s creepy though, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, I guess.” He opened the cabinet, rummaging around for plates. “But there’s just so much room for error with that DNA stuff.”
I tried not to think about it. But my night was plagued with nightmares of G—a faceless woman, calling from the forest. Who had my long dark hair and tall stature. A second mother who, somehow, had given me her DNA.
When I woke up, though, I realized something. If I shared 50% of my DNA with my father, and my mother, and G—well, 50% + 50% + 50% did not equal 100%.
One of my parents had to share DNA with G.
I called my mom on the way to work. “Did you see anyone listed in your DNA relatives named ‘G’?” I asked, as I pulled onto the highway.
“G?” she repeated.
“Yeah. There’s just… a person named G who keeps popping up on my DNA relatives.”
“I don’t think so,” she replied. “But I don’t know. The website is kind of hard to use. Brandon was helping me with it.”
“Could you ask—”
“Yeah, sure. Gotta go now, though.”
With that being a dead end, I decided to bite the bullet and send G a message. Most likely, it’d be some big misunderstanding. G was probably some stranger living on the other end of the country with no connection to me whatsoever.
Hey, I noticed 23andme listed you as a relative. Do you have any family members with the last name T--- or K---, especially in the northwest US? Are you related to my mother, Agnes T---?
The response came less than an hour later. And when I read it, a slow chill ran down my spine.
you will find out soon enough.
That was the whole thing. The whole response. Those cryptic six words. I quickly shot a message back: Are you related to me? Or my mom?
No answer.
I stared at the screen, my heart pounding. Then, in one swift motion, I moved my cursor up and removed her as a connection. Just a troll. A scammer. Something weird like that.
A few days later, I checked 23andme again—to find that G had removed her account. Or, possibly, that the glitch had been fixed. Because G was no longer listed as my mother, or a relative at all.
Weeks went by and I forgot about the whole thing. Work got busy, gardening season was in full swing, and my hours were spent either working late in the office or slaving over my plant babies. I didn’t even give G a second thought—
Until, one morning, it all came crashing down.
Two pink lines. My husband and I spent the morning crying, hugging each other, overjoyed about this little person we would bring into the world.
Until I went to the mailbox.
Inside was a folded piece of pink paper, tied off with black ribbon. No stamp—it must’ve been hand delivered. My throat went dry as I flipped it open and read the words on the page.
meet me at d--- park at midnight tonight.
-G
2023.06.10 06:02 raspberrymoonrover True story: How my Catholic youth group experience led to me digging up human remains
This was almost 15 years ago and no therapist has been able to help me resolve this within my nervous system lol.
In high school I was hugely involved in my parish youth group. Most of our mission trips were normal, age-appropriate volunteer opportunities. However when I was 16 we went on a mission trip to New Orleans to do Katrina clean up. My parents signed some paperwork and were told we wouldn’t know exactly the work we’d be doing until we arrived.
Operation Nehemiah, for those curious, was the group that facilitated our trip. When we arrived, I soon learned that because I was deemed too small or feminine or weak or all of the above, that I wouldn’t be using power tools on a demo site with my friends.
Instead I was sent to a cemetery for the week.
Google the historic Holt Cemetery in New Orleans, you’re in for a treat lol.
New Orleans has a problem with soil erosion, as parts of it are at or below sea level. This means no one is typically buried in the ground when they die, because the bodies sort of….come up to the surface. So they are buried in mausoleums above ground. However the Holt Cemetery predates this change in procedure and is known as a potters field or poor man’s cemetery. People there are buried in the ground.
So what happens? It’s such a poor area they cannot afford to hire regular maintenance and rely on volunteers (aka a bunch of naive teenagers from Boston, apparently) to do it.
I spent a week in the Louisiana heat, relatively unsupervised, digging up human remains with my own hands at 16 years old.
I remember being briefly taught how to tell a rock from a bone. We were instructed to bag up, and rebury the remains before saying a prayer for their soul to rest again.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I found a jaw bone with teeth in it and just remember staring blankly with it IN MY HAND, while imagining the person whose teeth these were and the favorite foods they ate and the life they lived. I found skull fragments over children’s graves. I remember being told this was what was needed of me in order to honor god and serve others. But then I started to panic inside a little. I remember the sudden waves of guilt that washed over me. Why the fuck am I holding this? Who the fuck do I think I am? I hope to fucking god my jaw bone never ends up in the hands of some random nervous teenager.
The Holt Cemetery is an absolute mess in every way. Each plot is owned and therefore maintained by families of the deceased in exchange for cheap burial services. So as you can imagine none of it is particularly well-manicured. In fact, even the layout of the plots is a mess. The plots are not laid out in neat rows like cemeteries we are used to. You can hardly tell where one starts and another ends.
So here’s me, a kid, with a human bone in each hand, just freaking out inside that I was going to bury the wrong remains with the wrong plot and somehow disrupt these poor fucking people’s opportunity for eternal rest. Me. Feeling quite literally responsible for that and feeling that I’d failed. The guilt and trauma from this is still being held in my body and I feel my stomach twisting just typing this. I remember kind of whispering to myself “I’m so sorry” each time I buried a new bag of bones on a plot just in case it was the wrong person and I had botched their chance somehow at eternal life.
Sounds dumber now that I’m an adult and no longer religious. But the fear and Catholic guilt in me that week during that experience was so strong and so powerful that I still have a recurring nightmare about it. Only in the nightmare, I’m on a dive and rescue team and I’m being instructed to retrieve bodies from a lake, frantically pulling bloated, gray dead people out only to discover they are all people I know. Fucked. Just fucked. Like I’m almost 30 and I’m still dealing with this.
There were chaperones on this trip. When you’re a minor, you expect the adults you look up to to keep you safe. But somehow with Catholics, many lines are crossed under the guise of humility and a call to service. I know adults who would want no part in this experience. We were kids, man. The Catholic Church damaged me so badly. I could make 50 posts like this one about all the damage I didn’t realize was being done due to my age.
Curious for discussion - Have any of you ever experienced something you knew was wrong but did it because you were told it’s what God wanted?
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In high school I was hugely involved in my parish youth group. Most of our mission trips were normal, age-appropriate volunteer opportunities. However when I was 16 we went on a mission trip to New Orleans to do Katrina clean up. My parents signed some paperwork and were told we wouldn’t know exactly the work we’d be doing until we arrived.
Operation Nehemiah, for those curious, was the group that facilitated our trip. When we arrived, I soon learned that because I was deemed too small or feminine or weak or all of the above, that I wouldn’t be using power tools on a demo site with my friends.
Instead I was sent to a cemetery for the week.
Google the historic Holt Cemetery in New Orleans, you’re in for a treat lol.
New Orleans has a problem with soil erosion, as parts of it are at or below sea level. This means no one is typically buried in the ground when they die, because the bodies sort of….come up to the surface. So they are buried in mausoleums above ground. However the Holt Cemetery predates this change in procedure and is known as a potters field or poor man’s cemetery. People there are buried in the ground.
So what happens? It’s such a poor area they cannot afford to hire regular maintenance and rely on volunteers (aka a bunch of naive teenagers from Boston, apparently) to do it.
I spent a week in the Louisiana heat, relatively unsupervised, digging up human remains with my own hands at 16 years old.
I remember being briefly taught how to tell a rock from a bone. We were instructed to bag up, and rebury the remains before saying a prayer for their soul to rest again.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I found a jaw bone with teeth in it and just remember staring blankly with it IN MY HAND, while imagining the person whose teeth these were and the favorite foods they ate and the life they lived. I found skull fragments over children’s graves. I remember being told this was what was needed of me in order to honor god and serve others. But then I started to panic inside a little. I remember the sudden waves of guilt that washed over me. Why the fuck am I holding this? Who the fuck do I think I am? I hope to fucking god my jaw bone never ends up in the hands of some random nervous teenager.
The Holt Cemetery is an absolute mess in every way. Each plot is owned and therefore maintained by families of the deceased in exchange for cheap burial services. So as you can imagine none of it is particularly well-manicured. In fact, even the layout of the plots is a mess. The plots are not laid out in neat rows like cemeteries we are used to. You can hardly tell where one starts and another ends.
So here’s me, a kid, with a human bone in each hand, just freaking out inside that I was going to bury the wrong remains with the wrong plot and somehow disrupt these poor fucking people’s opportunity for eternal rest. Me. Feeling quite literally responsible for that and feeling that I’d failed. The guilt and trauma from this is still being held in my body and I feel my stomach twisting just typing this. I remember kind of whispering to myself “I’m so sorry” each time I buried a new bag of bones on a plot just in case it was the wrong person and I had botched their chance somehow at eternal life.
Sounds dumber now that I’m an adult and no longer religious. But the fear and Catholic guilt in me that week during that experience was so strong and so powerful that I still have a recurring nightmare about it. Only in the nightmare, I’m on a dive and rescue team and I’m being instructed to retrieve bodies from a lake, frantically pulling bloated, gray dead people out only to discover they are all people I know. Fucked. Just fucked. Like I’m almost 30 and I’m still dealing with this.
There were chaperones on this trip. When you’re a minor, you expect the adults you look up to to keep you safe. But somehow with Catholics, many lines are crossed under the guise of humility and a call to service. I know adults who would want no part in this experience. We were kids, man. The Catholic Church damaged me so badly. I could make 50 posts like this one about all the damage I didn’t realize was being done due to my age.
Curious for discussion - Have any of you ever experienced something you knew was wrong but did it because you were told it’s what God wanted?
2023.06.10 06:02 SpeedRaven Gala / Coinbase Support Group
Starting this to see if we can all get together into one space to discuss and hopefully give others a place to find as they research about what happened to their Gala investment.
I apologize ahead of time for the long read.
This debacle has affected a lot of people, including people that don't even know yet. Unfortunately this happened during a bear market which is a time when a lot of people turn into "hodlers" and hold through the bear market checking their accounts less and less and maybe only checking prices through widgets and simple Google searches on CoinMarketCap. This is very unfortunate because if this happened during a bull market (very active accounts), there would be a huge wave of people that wouldn't be able to be ignored; This however happened during a bear market meaning people will come back in small waves and realize they've been rug pulled and start researching what happened and with everybody's complaints spread so far apart, they will simply not be loud enough for Coinbase and for Gala to do anything about it.
If you're reading this and you're a paid Gala shill, simply keep it moving. It's one thing to give advice to try and help people and a whole other thing to talk about "oh but Twitter announcements" and "oh but e-mail". Gala has been constantly referred to as a "blue chip" token and people shouldn't have to worry about being rug pulled by "blue chips". It's one thing to miss out on reward airdrops, and an entirely other things to have your entire investment become worthless while the project moves on with a new project all together.
I've spoken with the Gala team on their Discord channel. I asked them about how they planned their "update" and they calmly explained that they would honor an airdrop as long as you held on particular exchanges and wallets. I asked them what the reason was for not setting up a manual swap for their investors to convert their Gala V1 coins into Gala V2, and why there would be a condition with this upgrade that would result in some investors losing their entire investment. The Gala team quickly kicked me out of the Discord channel and quickly blocked me out of the channel. Gala did not want any real questions and did not want any of their Discord members reading through the details of what had happened.
Coinbase notified Gala ahead of time that they will not distribute V2 to investors. Gala had a choice to set up a manual swap. They didn't. Instead they decided to move forward with the "upgrade" which is actually an ENTIRELY new coin all together. This upgrade meant that Gala would get rug pulled by the developers and they would create a new coin called Gala V2. This "upgrade" which in reality is a new project would come with a time-based condition. The condition was implemented that if you don't move your coins to these particular wallets, that you WILL GET RUG PULLED and lose your entire investment.
The reason for the "upgrade" is because Gala's original project was trash and the Gala team never thought they'd grow this big. It was started as a scam project for the team to make money through pumps and dump on the customer (like many other crypto projects). Gala however got traction and gained enough popularity that the developers decided to stick with it.
Gala now thinks they might have a surviving chance and decided to create a new upgradable project called Gala V2.
Who helped and supported the Gala developers to outgrow their initial creation you ask??? The same group of investors that Gala just rug pulled!
Yes, Gala LITERALLY rug pulled their most supportive investors, the ones that invested into them and trusted them at a time when Gala had no future and no real project. They effed their core investors, the early investors. The ones that trusted them so much that they felt comfortable to walk away momentarily and feel safe and trusted that Gala wouldn't eff them over.
If that doesn't tell you who the TRUE Gala team is, than I'm going to say you're either a paid shill by the Gala team, or you've invested into Gala V2 and cannot take any real negative facts about a project because you're invested into it, and you want to stay within your echo chamber regardless of reality.
I hold eth, and if Vitalik said or did something stupid I would have zero problems dragging his ass all over Twitter and Reddit and whatever other social apps people talk crypto in.
Grow up and call out bull in the crypto space so that we can hold exchanges and developer teams accountable, or it is only a matter of time until it happens to you.
Actions I recommend taking: 1. Call out @GoGalaGames on Twitter 2. Speak with @BitBenderBrink on Twitter 3. Call out @Coinbase on Twitter 4. Call out @Brian_Armstrong on Twitter 5. Speak with Coinbase chat and ask them for a ticket number. You will need this ticket number to file an official complaint on Coinbase through this link : https://help.coinbase.com/en/contact-us/submit-a-complaint 6. Send a letter to your local congressman/congresswoman explaining what Gala did and how Coinbase handled it.
Lastly, if you're here reading this still, odds are you were a victim. Know that you're not alone. These rug pulls have happened before happening as we speak, and will continue to happen unless we start teaming up and start holding exchanges and project developers accountable until we have real regulation in this space. I apologize on Coinbase and Gala's behalf, I feel terrible for you. If you have currently lost a large amount of money, just remember that money comes and goes and just keep your head up meditate and learn to move forward.
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I apologize ahead of time for the long read.
This debacle has affected a lot of people, including people that don't even know yet. Unfortunately this happened during a bear market which is a time when a lot of people turn into "hodlers" and hold through the bear market checking their accounts less and less and maybe only checking prices through widgets and simple Google searches on CoinMarketCap. This is very unfortunate because if this happened during a bull market (very active accounts), there would be a huge wave of people that wouldn't be able to be ignored; This however happened during a bear market meaning people will come back in small waves and realize they've been rug pulled and start researching what happened and with everybody's complaints spread so far apart, they will simply not be loud enough for Coinbase and for Gala to do anything about it.
If you're reading this and you're a paid Gala shill, simply keep it moving. It's one thing to give advice to try and help people and a whole other thing to talk about "oh but Twitter announcements" and "oh but e-mail". Gala has been constantly referred to as a "blue chip" token and people shouldn't have to worry about being rug pulled by "blue chips". It's one thing to miss out on reward airdrops, and an entirely other things to have your entire investment become worthless while the project moves on with a new project all together.
I've spoken with the Gala team on their Discord channel. I asked them about how they planned their "update" and they calmly explained that they would honor an airdrop as long as you held on particular exchanges and wallets. I asked them what the reason was for not setting up a manual swap for their investors to convert their Gala V1 coins into Gala V2, and why there would be a condition with this upgrade that would result in some investors losing their entire investment. The Gala team quickly kicked me out of the Discord channel and quickly blocked me out of the channel. Gala did not want any real questions and did not want any of their Discord members reading through the details of what had happened.
Coinbase notified Gala ahead of time that they will not distribute V2 to investors. Gala had a choice to set up a manual swap. They didn't. Instead they decided to move forward with the "upgrade" which is actually an ENTIRELY new coin all together. This upgrade meant that Gala would get rug pulled by the developers and they would create a new coin called Gala V2. This "upgrade" which in reality is a new project would come with a time-based condition. The condition was implemented that if you don't move your coins to these particular wallets, that you WILL GET RUG PULLED and lose your entire investment.
The reason for the "upgrade" is because Gala's original project was trash and the Gala team never thought they'd grow this big. It was started as a scam project for the team to make money through pumps and dump on the customer (like many other crypto projects). Gala however got traction and gained enough popularity that the developers decided to stick with it.
Gala now thinks they might have a surviving chance and decided to create a new upgradable project called Gala V2.
Who helped and supported the Gala developers to outgrow their initial creation you ask??? The same group of investors that Gala just rug pulled!
Yes, Gala LITERALLY rug pulled their most supportive investors, the ones that invested into them and trusted them at a time when Gala had no future and no real project. They effed their core investors, the early investors. The ones that trusted them so much that they felt comfortable to walk away momentarily and feel safe and trusted that Gala wouldn't eff them over.
If that doesn't tell you who the TRUE Gala team is, than I'm going to say you're either a paid shill by the Gala team, or you've invested into Gala V2 and cannot take any real negative facts about a project because you're invested into it, and you want to stay within your echo chamber regardless of reality.
I hold eth, and if Vitalik said or did something stupid I would have zero problems dragging his ass all over Twitter and Reddit and whatever other social apps people talk crypto in.
Grow up and call out bull in the crypto space so that we can hold exchanges and developer teams accountable, or it is only a matter of time until it happens to you.
Actions I recommend taking: 1. Call out @GoGalaGames on Twitter 2. Speak with @BitBenderBrink on Twitter 3. Call out @Coinbase on Twitter 4. Call out @Brian_Armstrong on Twitter 5. Speak with Coinbase chat and ask them for a ticket number. You will need this ticket number to file an official complaint on Coinbase through this link : https://help.coinbase.com/en/contact-us/submit-a-complaint 6. Send a letter to your local congressman/congresswoman explaining what Gala did and how Coinbase handled it.
Lastly, if you're here reading this still, odds are you were a victim. Know that you're not alone. These rug pulls have happened before happening as we speak, and will continue to happen unless we start teaming up and start holding exchanges and project developers accountable until we have real regulation in this space. I apologize on Coinbase and Gala's behalf, I feel terrible for you. If you have currently lost a large amount of money, just remember that money comes and goes and just keep your head up meditate and learn to move forward.
2023.06.10 06:02 KillingSnore The Daily Check-In for Saturday, June 10th: Just for today, I am NOT drinking!
We may be anonymous strangers on the internet, but we have one thing in common. We may be a world apart, but we're here together!
Welcome to the 24 hour pledge!
I'm pledging myself to not drinking today, and invite you to do the same.
Maybe you're new to /stopdrinking and have a hard time deciding what to do next. Maybe you're like me and feel you need a daily commitment or maybe you've been sober for a long time and want to inspire others.
It doesn't matter if you're still hung over from a three day bender or been sober for years, if you just woke up or have already completed a sober day. For the next 24 hours, lets not drink alcohol!
This pledge is a statement of intent. Today we don't set out trying not to drink, we make a conscious decision not to drink. It sounds simple, but all of us know it can be hard and sometimes impossible. The group can support and inspire us, yet only one person can decide if we drink today. Give that person the right mindset!
What happens if we can't keep to our pledge? We give up or try again. And since we're here in /stopdrinking, we're not ready to give up.
What this is: A simple thread where we commit to not drinking alcohol for the next 24 hours, posting to show others that they're not alone and making a pledge to ourselves. Anybody can join and participate at any time, you do not have to be a regular at /stopdrinking or have followed the pledges from the beginning.
What this isn't: A good place for a detailed introduction of yourself, directly seek advice or share lengthy stories. You'll get a more personal response in your own thread.
This post goes up at:
Hello SD! Happy Saturday.
This is my last post this week and I've been thinking about the future a lot. Every day we choose not to drink, we're shaping a better tomorrow. Quitting alcohol isn't just about stopping a habit, it's about redefining ourselves and deciding who we want to be.
Sure, there are tough days. There are times we mess up, get knocked down, and feel the raw pain of trying to change. That's okay. It's part of this journey. We acknowledge the struggle, get back up, learn from it, and keep going.
One of the greatest things about this path we're on is the chance to start fresh each day. Every morning offers a new opportunity to make progress, to heal, to grow. And yes, like I've said all week, it's hard. It can be really hard. But every day, it gets a little bit easier.
A powerful reminder that we're not alone in this journey is the activity on our subreddit. Since my last check-in, there have been 185 individual posts (as of the time of writing), with a staggering 6475 combined upvotes and comments. That's a lot of support, a lot of shared experiences, a lot of solidarity.
Your posts matter.
Your support matters.
You matter.
Keep going, keep trying, keep healing. Remember, it's hard, but it gets easier. It really does.
And as a reminder, if you have 30+ days sober and you'd like to host the DCI, reach out to SaintHomer and he’ll get you set up!
IWNDWYT
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Welcome to the 24 hour pledge!
I'm pledging myself to not drinking today, and invite you to do the same.
Maybe you're new to /stopdrinking and have a hard time deciding what to do next. Maybe you're like me and feel you need a daily commitment or maybe you've been sober for a long time and want to inspire others.
It doesn't matter if you're still hung over from a three day bender or been sober for years, if you just woke up or have already completed a sober day. For the next 24 hours, lets not drink alcohol!
What happens if we can't keep to our pledge? We give up or try again. And since we're here in /stopdrinking, we're not ready to give up.
What this is: A simple thread where we commit to not drinking alcohol for the next 24 hours, posting to show others that they're not alone and making a pledge to ourselves. Anybody can join and participate at any time, you do not have to be a regular at /stopdrinking or have followed the pledges from the beginning.
What this isn't: A good place for a detailed introduction of yourself, directly seek advice or share lengthy stories. You'll get a more personal response in your own thread.
- US - Night/Early Morning
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- Asia and Australia - Evening/Night
This is my last post this week and I've been thinking about the future a lot. Every day we choose not to drink, we're shaping a better tomorrow. Quitting alcohol isn't just about stopping a habit, it's about redefining ourselves and deciding who we want to be.
Sure, there are tough days. There are times we mess up, get knocked down, and feel the raw pain of trying to change. That's okay. It's part of this journey. We acknowledge the struggle, get back up, learn from it, and keep going.
One of the greatest things about this path we're on is the chance to start fresh each day. Every morning offers a new opportunity to make progress, to heal, to grow. And yes, like I've said all week, it's hard. It can be really hard. But every day, it gets a little bit easier.
A powerful reminder that we're not alone in this journey is the activity on our subreddit. Since my last check-in, there have been 185 individual posts (as of the time of writing), with a staggering 6475 combined upvotes and comments. That's a lot of support, a lot of shared experiences, a lot of solidarity.
Your posts matter.
Your support matters.
You matter.
Keep going, keep trying, keep healing. Remember, it's hard, but it gets easier. It really does.
And as a reminder, if you have 30+ days sober and you'd like to host the DCI, reach out to SaintHomer and he’ll get you set up!
IWNDWYT
2023.06.10 06:02 basmaz Not sure about my grade schoolers new friend.
My 8 year old, Sam, started talking about another little girl, Val, at school a couple months ago. Val's mom reached out to me for a playdate, which they had. Then they were mutually invited to each other's birthday parties. When Val was at Sam's birthday party she showed up much later than the 4 other girls. All the kids were playing nicely together until Val arrived. Then she wanted only to play with my daughter and kept trying to exclude the other kids from what they were playing with, which Sam also started participating in. Val also didn't like any of the birthday activities or food I had and mostly stayed in the house while the other kids were outside. Val also would tell me the other kids didn't want to play with her, were being mean to her and calling her names, which was not at all what I observed. I told her you're telling them what they can and can't play with and dictating everything they are doing, if you want to play with them you've got to stop trying to boss them around constantly and just let them play too.
I also went to a few school events in the last couple weeks where val and Sam would again be very exclusionary to the other little girls my daughter has been friends with since kindergarten. And they'd tell me the other girls didn't want to play with and are mean to them. My daughter previously never had any issues with these other kids. I noticed the other kids will tell val no and won't just do what she says. I feel like she's maybe glommed onto my daughter because Sam is so easy to influence and easy to get her do what you want her to do.
I also didn't like the things val was saying to my daughter. Sam told me that she said there's no point in having friends because you'll grow up and move away from each other anyways. And some other interesting takes on things. Sam one night wanted to walk down to one of the neighbors girls houses to tell her something. I told sam she couldn't but she could tell her on the bus the next morning. My daughter told me she couldn't talk to this other friend because Val would get mad at her for talking to the other kids. I told Sam I really didn't like that and I didn't like her hanging out with Val if that's how they would act together, and that Val getting mad at her for talking to other kids wasn't acceptable for me. I figured since it was the end of the school year I could just let it go, hope they grow apart over the summer and get placed in different classes next year.
Well I got a text from Val's mom this week asking me why Val is saying she can't be friends with Sam anymore and did Val misbehave at the birthday party. She's very concerned because Val is new to the school district and doesn't really have any other friends. I'm not sure how to respond to this. I feel bad Val doesn't have any other friends, but with the way this kid acts I can kind of see why that's the case. And I don't want my daughter to lose all her other friendships and only able to be friends with Val. Any advice on how to tactfully respond to this other mom?
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I also went to a few school events in the last couple weeks where val and Sam would again be very exclusionary to the other little girls my daughter has been friends with since kindergarten. And they'd tell me the other girls didn't want to play with and are mean to them. My daughter previously never had any issues with these other kids. I noticed the other kids will tell val no and won't just do what she says. I feel like she's maybe glommed onto my daughter because Sam is so easy to influence and easy to get her do what you want her to do.
I also didn't like the things val was saying to my daughter. Sam told me that she said there's no point in having friends because you'll grow up and move away from each other anyways. And some other interesting takes on things. Sam one night wanted to walk down to one of the neighbors girls houses to tell her something. I told sam she couldn't but she could tell her on the bus the next morning. My daughter told me she couldn't talk to this other friend because Val would get mad at her for talking to the other kids. I told Sam I really didn't like that and I didn't like her hanging out with Val if that's how they would act together, and that Val getting mad at her for talking to other kids wasn't acceptable for me. I figured since it was the end of the school year I could just let it go, hope they grow apart over the summer and get placed in different classes next year.
Well I got a text from Val's mom this week asking me why Val is saying she can't be friends with Sam anymore and did Val misbehave at the birthday party. She's very concerned because Val is new to the school district and doesn't really have any other friends. I'm not sure how to respond to this. I feel bad Val doesn't have any other friends, but with the way this kid acts I can kind of see why that's the case. And I don't want my daughter to lose all her other friendships and only able to be friends with Val. Any advice on how to tactfully respond to this other mom?
2023.06.10 06:02 WaffleWalk Gothic 1 Blind Permadeath playthrough story
So, I love doing a permadeath attempt for my first time playing RPGs because it increases my immersion and I rp better when there's risk involved. I'll admit I didn't count fall damage that seemed like bs cus, but I'm not doing this for clout. Aside from that though I didn't do any savescumming. I'm also using Union patch, controller plugin, and stamina plugin, which I'd argue that sprinting is kind of "unfair" compared to the original. But again, not in it for the clout.
Anyways, I got to old camp and got hooked into a fued with Bloodwyn as his goons began screwing with me. I was basically dealing with that in between attempts at feeling out the monsters in the area and hauling ass from the ones that I couldn't handle. I was starting to get stumped on how to make cash and was scared of exploring too much because I know OHKOs were guaranteed, and from my time with Risen I knew that running away likely wasn't always going to be safe, even with sprint. After farming a couple levels, beating up the diggers outside of town for presumably helping Bloodwyns lackey mug me and getting a Withered Axe, I got some cash from random looting and some smart plays and used it to get to get the ability to loot lizards and wolves. I was then stumped because now I had just spent my only income on the ability to loot things I couldn't fight, and I thought that claws would include the talons of scavengers for some reason. I was sad when I realized they can only give meat. After realizing the Templars were pot dealers I was instantly intrigued and got one of them to escort me to their camp. I hadn't made any money yet, so letting him bully every monster along the way while I looted and chipped my XP closer to level 3 was a treat. I began luring random monsters to him for him to beat up, abusing the shit out of sprint. We were almost to the cultist village before I saw a pack of lizards off the side of the road. I ran up, aggrod them, and had them chase me back to my guide. Only, they ran right past him and absolutely destroyed me. I was dumbfounded by my own hubris, as it had been 3 or 4 hours of meticulously exploring what little I could and trying to manipulate the game to the best of my ability. As I stared at the screen for a few seconds, my buddy just kept swinging at the lizards. As he killed the last one, I leveled up. I saw my life bar go up a little bit. I wiggled the stick, and my corpse started turning. I opened my hot bar (union controller plugin adds an item wheel), and it worked. By leveling up, my corpse was alive. Normally I wouldn't count something like that, but I just said screw it, the game counted me as somewhat alive and I was too invested to give up. In the most hype moment of my life my corpse got up and gobbled down some cooked meat. I rationalized it for my rp that my templar friend had saved my life, resuscitated me. I was now very excited to join these virtuous stoners.....then I got there and realized they're a bunch of authoritarian pricks who follow Gurus that are sickeningly pretentious. So, I just figured I'd take them for what they've got and leave. I wandered around grabbing herbs and stray pot plants, I did the quest where you beat up the guy who's supposed to take over for another worker at the weed mashing (?) area. Upon completion, a Guru finally spoke to me. I was pleasantly surprised with a task to collect a butt load of plants and deliver them to an alchemist hut. This was my time to shine. I went and collected the harvest in the middle of the night because I couldn't find a bed. I was surprised to be promoted about asking to find a buyer. Intrigued I nervously clicked the dialogue choice and was relieved to find the dude didn't just attack me or rat me out. He wanted 50 ore I didn't have, so it took me a good ten minutes to find the blacksmith and unload. One more trip across town and he tells me to find cypher by the lake in new camp. Ight bet. So, worried that I would get ratted out or something, based off of my escalating encounters with Bloodwyn, I decided it was best to leave in the middle of the night. After almost getting massacred by wolves I just barely made it back to old camp. With a decent amount of extra cash, NO ARMOR, and all the healing items I could ask for, I very very stupidly headed the direction of my best guess towards new camp. I was in such a rush from heisting the Templars that I couldn't help but just gonfornit.I followed the river outside of old camp into the woods, avoiding creatures above my level. I'd love to say that from here my adventure continued in an epic fashion, but just as I was scouting out a molerat to go in for a safe kill, I was bit in the back and OHKOd by what appeared to be a velociraptor. No heroic death, no blaze of glory, not martyr moment to relish in. Just, a bite to the back and a corpse with 50 pot plants left out in the woods....
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Anyways, I got to old camp and got hooked into a fued with Bloodwyn as his goons began screwing with me. I was basically dealing with that in between attempts at feeling out the monsters in the area and hauling ass from the ones that I couldn't handle. I was starting to get stumped on how to make cash and was scared of exploring too much because I know OHKOs were guaranteed, and from my time with Risen I knew that running away likely wasn't always going to be safe, even with sprint. After farming a couple levels, beating up the diggers outside of town for presumably helping Bloodwyns lackey mug me and getting a Withered Axe, I got some cash from random looting and some smart plays and used it to get to get the ability to loot lizards and wolves. I was then stumped because now I had just spent my only income on the ability to loot things I couldn't fight, and I thought that claws would include the talons of scavengers for some reason. I was sad when I realized they can only give meat. After realizing the Templars were pot dealers I was instantly intrigued and got one of them to escort me to their camp. I hadn't made any money yet, so letting him bully every monster along the way while I looted and chipped my XP closer to level 3 was a treat. I began luring random monsters to him for him to beat up, abusing the shit out of sprint. We were almost to the cultist village before I saw a pack of lizards off the side of the road. I ran up, aggrod them, and had them chase me back to my guide. Only, they ran right past him and absolutely destroyed me. I was dumbfounded by my own hubris, as it had been 3 or 4 hours of meticulously exploring what little I could and trying to manipulate the game to the best of my ability. As I stared at the screen for a few seconds, my buddy just kept swinging at the lizards. As he killed the last one, I leveled up. I saw my life bar go up a little bit. I wiggled the stick, and my corpse started turning. I opened my hot bar (union controller plugin adds an item wheel), and it worked. By leveling up, my corpse was alive. Normally I wouldn't count something like that, but I just said screw it, the game counted me as somewhat alive and I was too invested to give up. In the most hype moment of my life my corpse got up and gobbled down some cooked meat. I rationalized it for my rp that my templar friend had saved my life, resuscitated me. I was now very excited to join these virtuous stoners.....then I got there and realized they're a bunch of authoritarian pricks who follow Gurus that are sickeningly pretentious. So, I just figured I'd take them for what they've got and leave. I wandered around grabbing herbs and stray pot plants, I did the quest where you beat up the guy who's supposed to take over for another worker at the weed mashing (?) area. Upon completion, a Guru finally spoke to me. I was pleasantly surprised with a task to collect a butt load of plants and deliver them to an alchemist hut. This was my time to shine. I went and collected the harvest in the middle of the night because I couldn't find a bed. I was surprised to be promoted about asking to find a buyer. Intrigued I nervously clicked the dialogue choice and was relieved to find the dude didn't just attack me or rat me out. He wanted 50 ore I didn't have, so it took me a good ten minutes to find the blacksmith and unload. One more trip across town and he tells me to find cypher by the lake in new camp. Ight bet. So, worried that I would get ratted out or something, based off of my escalating encounters with Bloodwyn, I decided it was best to leave in the middle of the night. After almost getting massacred by wolves I just barely made it back to old camp. With a decent amount of extra cash, NO ARMOR, and all the healing items I could ask for, I very very stupidly headed the direction of my best guess towards new camp. I was in such a rush from heisting the Templars that I couldn't help but just gonfornit.I followed the river outside of old camp into the woods, avoiding creatures above my level. I'd love to say that from here my adventure continued in an epic fashion, but just as I was scouting out a molerat to go in for a safe kill, I was bit in the back and OHKOd by what appeared to be a velociraptor. No heroic death, no blaze of glory, not martyr moment to relish in. Just, a bite to the back and a corpse with 50 pot plants left out in the woods....
2023.06.10 06:02 elgoaway Skin picking advice
So I’ve only recently been diagnosed with ocd this year but I’ve had the symptoms since elementary or preschool (I’m 23 now) and the biggest issue I’ve had the whole time is skin picking. I’ve never actually talked to a doctor or therapist about it because I was pretty embarrassed; my fingers were constantly bleeding from about 8-20. I managed to pick up an infection at work that has left the skin picking areas covered in blisters that are taking weeks to heal. Because of this I’ve essentially had a weeklong “episode” which is typically where I refuse to leave my apartment or essentially do anything until I don’t feel scared or embarrassed any more. Today I finally talked to my family because I’m scheduled to go back to work Monday but I’m terrified this will happen again so I put my foot down and said I need to get this fixed now. Throughout the years I’ve tried the whole mindfulness and keeping hands busy but nothing like that works because I consciously know I’m doing it but physically can’t stop. The only think that has helped has been acrylic nails that make my nails unable to pick at skin but I can’t afford it and it destroys my nails which makes me peel my actual nails off. My parents and I have agreed that I will start by wearing press on nails consistently and speak with my therapist but I’m obsessing over not being able to stop so I’m looking for advice on how others have done it. What are ways that have helped you or people you know stop skin picking?
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2023.06.10 06:00 Samspam69 Passed my journeyman today!!
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2023.06.10 05:59 Mycomako Son’s first fish
 | The boy found himself his first ever fish and then his PB shortly after. He even cleaned and cooked them up right there at the lake. Trout and other salmon have been a wonderful part of my life and it’s his turn to learn the ways. submitted by Mycomako to Fishing [link] [comments] |
2023.06.10 05:59 SeaWhyte777 What is The Hideaway just off the 22x
Anyone know what The Hideaway just south of the 22x is? My kid is starting school at Red Deer Lake in Sept and there is nothing online about what that big facility called The Hideaway is and I'm curious what it is.
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2023.06.10 05:58 wastelandsands How do I stay motivated
I turn 20 this week and I feel no hope for my future. I go through each day with intense anxiety from the moment I wake up, and it feels like there’s no payoff to any of it. Nothing feels intrinsic to me anymore, just like everything is obsessive and compulsive. I want to make a difference in my life. I feel like there was a time that I wasn’t constantly contemplating the reasons I shouldn’t live. That feels unfathomable to me now. I can’t imagine there’s any outcome that puts me at ease. I’ve failed in so many aspects of my life and I fail every day to gain control of myself. If not for others why should I go on for myself when I feel useless to the world? I love so much and I feel things so intensely. I have interests and had passion. But at the end of every day it’s still the same feeling and thoughts. I feel like I have to push through so hard each day. Like i have these thoughts on own and only I can help myself with them. I have to just get over them. I’ve had this experience for a few years and I have been losing my composure lately. Im breaking apart and I’m losing the little grip I have
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2023.06.10 05:58 Msnovembercharlie I pretend my deceased FIL is leaving signs for my family that he’s watching over them
My partner’s stepdad passed away a few years ago. My partner’s family says that when they find a dime or a nickel in a random place in their home or car or whenever they’re out, that’s it’s dad saying hi.
I watched it happen a couple times when my MIL found a dime on the floor outside her apartment door and when we were out to dinner and they found a nickel on a wooden railing, they get all excited and show each the coin and exclaim “Dad’s here!” or “Hey, thanks Dad.” It’s bittersweet.
So I started keeping nickels and dimes on me and when I’m at their home or meeting up with them somewhere, I leave a coin or two in a random but conspicuous place and wait for them to find it.
I feel badly sometimes for duping them but I love seeing them light up thinking about their dad/husband. I hope I’m helping them heal than hurting.
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I watched it happen a couple times when my MIL found a dime on the floor outside her apartment door and when we were out to dinner and they found a nickel on a wooden railing, they get all excited and show each the coin and exclaim “Dad’s here!” or “Hey, thanks Dad.” It’s bittersweet.
So I started keeping nickels and dimes on me and when I’m at their home or meeting up with them somewhere, I leave a coin or two in a random but conspicuous place and wait for them to find it.
I feel badly sometimes for duping them but I love seeing them light up thinking about their dad/husband. I hope I’m helping them heal than hurting.
2023.06.10 05:57 Shen_Wulong Just to clear things up
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2023.06.10 05:56 jett_black_heart Depression after visiting a friend. Am I being self-centered?
I don't get to visit with many people and I keep my circle small. I visited with my friend today who I consider my best friend. We don't have much family and I consider her family. We've known each other for 12 years.
She got engaged earlier this year & went from planning a wedding to finding out she was pregnant, and changing gears to just planning to go to the courthouse & have a baby shower about a month apart.
She calls me bestie sometimes & maybe I just expect more when I consider someone a BEST friend, like a sister, because I felt really hurt when she told me that an ex-coworker was going to host her baby shower and when they get married at the courthouse they were just going to "keep it small" and just have a few family members. I can't help but feel disappointed & sad that she doesn't want me a part of these big moments like I thought I would have been. I feel like maybe she doesn't consider me as close of a friend as I've considered her.
Am I making this out to be more than what it is? Do you think I should just find some new friends and not consider her as close of a friend so I won't take things like this so personal? I'm not the type to make things about me, I just thought I was going to be a part of these moments in her life. I didn't even get to help her look for a dress or anything & I always imagined that I was going to be her maid of honor, go wedding dress shopping with her, & host her baby shower, but I'm not involved in any of it. I can't help but to feel down & hurt about it.
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She got engaged earlier this year & went from planning a wedding to finding out she was pregnant, and changing gears to just planning to go to the courthouse & have a baby shower about a month apart.
She calls me bestie sometimes & maybe I just expect more when I consider someone a BEST friend, like a sister, because I felt really hurt when she told me that an ex-coworker was going to host her baby shower and when they get married at the courthouse they were just going to "keep it small" and just have a few family members. I can't help but feel disappointed & sad that she doesn't want me a part of these big moments like I thought I would have been. I feel like maybe she doesn't consider me as close of a friend as I've considered her.
Am I making this out to be more than what it is? Do you think I should just find some new friends and not consider her as close of a friend so I won't take things like this so personal? I'm not the type to make things about me, I just thought I was going to be a part of these moments in her life. I didn't even get to help her look for a dress or anything & I always imagined that I was going to be her maid of honor, go wedding dress shopping with her, & host her baby shower, but I'm not involved in any of it. I can't help but to feel down & hurt about it.
2023.06.10 05:55 qveyo Should I move to a different state/country and if so where?
In a few years from now I will graduate college and work. I am wondering about where I should live or what place is right for me. Right now I live in a small town in Indiana. I was thinking about moving to a somewhat bigger city in Indiana, but now I’m not to sure if I want to stay here or not. One of my friends thinks I would like it in Japan and another thinks I would like it in California. So I’m going to list my preferences for what kind of area I would want to live in or just random information that might make a difference.
-I prefer to live in a suburban type area. (Somewhere that isn’t a huge city but not a small town either.)
-I want to live in a house. I would hate living in an apartment building forever.
-I would want to have my own car and drive it around. I don’t think I would like being in a subway all the time.
-I don’t want to live somewhere that has a high crime rate. I want there to be little crime.
-I want to live in a safe place. I don’t want to deal with dangerous places weather that be people or issues with nature.
-I think it would be cool to live in a beachy area but I also don’t want to deal with hurricanes.
-I think it would be cool to live in California but they have a lot of wildfires and things are expensive there. But maybe it wouldn’t matter if I made a lot of money.
-I want a decent sized backyard. I want to own a trampoline.
-I don’t plan on having kids and I probably won’t get married either.
-I want to be able to walk around and get exercise.
-I would want there to be nice places to shop.
-I don’t want to live in a boring place with nothing to do.
-I would love to explore my city and go to new places in it and walk around a lot.
-I would prefer to be in a liberal area. I would want to be around people that are pro lgbt.
-If I ever got raped and got pregnant I would want to get an abortion.
-I want to live around kind and chill people.
-I want it to be quite around my house, or at least pretty quite. As for in town I don’t care as much.
-I can’t handle supper hot environments. I have been to Florida and it’s too hot for me. I wouldn’t prefer to live in a super cold environment either but if I had to choose I would prefer a cold environment over a hot one. But a place with like a 60 degree Fahrenheit temperature would be nice.
-I don’t want to live in a poor area. I want to live in a place that I would make a lot of money from or at least a decent amount. (I plan on becoming an interior designer.)
-I would probably need to live in a somewhat busy city for my job. There aren’t many interior design jobs in small towns.
-I would probably prefer to live in the U.S. If I did move to a different country I would probably go to Canada.
-I hate super busy traffic.
-I get lost easily and I need to use a GPS a lot.
-I don’t know if I really care about being around relatives. A lot of my friends and family live out of state and my parents and grandparents and a couple of other relatives live in Indiana. I wouldn’t mind not seeing them all the time.
-I would want to live in a house that’s modern, minimalistic, and an average size.
-I would prefer to live at least somewhat close to work.
-I don’t want to work more than 40 hours a week. A couple of hours less would be cool. I would want a lot of vacation breaks. I would not want to work on the weekends. I would probably like a normal Monday through Friday 9-5 job.
-I would prefer to stay in one area and not move around all the time.
-I have a tree but allergy so even if I did move to a random country I would have to be careful about the food. I also hate seafood.
-I want to do my own laundry at my house.
-I like cloudy weather the best.
-I hate snow and ice and I get super anxious when driving in the winter.
-I don’t like wind and I don’t care for super sunny weather.
-I don’t mind rain that much.
-I don’t want to be in a super foggy place.
-I want to be able to hang out with friends on the weekends.
So based on this information, what place do you think would fit best for me? Thanks!
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-I prefer to live in a suburban type area. (Somewhere that isn’t a huge city but not a small town either.)
-I want to live in a house. I would hate living in an apartment building forever.
-I would want to have my own car and drive it around. I don’t think I would like being in a subway all the time.
-I don’t want to live somewhere that has a high crime rate. I want there to be little crime.
-I want to live in a safe place. I don’t want to deal with dangerous places weather that be people or issues with nature.
-I think it would be cool to live in a beachy area but I also don’t want to deal with hurricanes.
-I think it would be cool to live in California but they have a lot of wildfires and things are expensive there. But maybe it wouldn’t matter if I made a lot of money.
-I want a decent sized backyard. I want to own a trampoline.
-I don’t plan on having kids and I probably won’t get married either.
-I want to be able to walk around and get exercise.
-I would want there to be nice places to shop.
-I don’t want to live in a boring place with nothing to do.
-I would love to explore my city and go to new places in it and walk around a lot.
-I would prefer to be in a liberal area. I would want to be around people that are pro lgbt.
-If I ever got raped and got pregnant I would want to get an abortion.
-I want to live around kind and chill people.
-I want it to be quite around my house, or at least pretty quite. As for in town I don’t care as much.
-I can’t handle supper hot environments. I have been to Florida and it’s too hot for me. I wouldn’t prefer to live in a super cold environment either but if I had to choose I would prefer a cold environment over a hot one. But a place with like a 60 degree Fahrenheit temperature would be nice.
-I don’t want to live in a poor area. I want to live in a place that I would make a lot of money from or at least a decent amount. (I plan on becoming an interior designer.)
-I would probably need to live in a somewhat busy city for my job. There aren’t many interior design jobs in small towns.
-I would probably prefer to live in the U.S. If I did move to a different country I would probably go to Canada.
-I hate super busy traffic.
-I get lost easily and I need to use a GPS a lot.
-I don’t know if I really care about being around relatives. A lot of my friends and family live out of state and my parents and grandparents and a couple of other relatives live in Indiana. I wouldn’t mind not seeing them all the time.
-I would want to live in a house that’s modern, minimalistic, and an average size.
-I would prefer to live at least somewhat close to work.
-I don’t want to work more than 40 hours a week. A couple of hours less would be cool. I would want a lot of vacation breaks. I would not want to work on the weekends. I would probably like a normal Monday through Friday 9-5 job.
-I would prefer to stay in one area and not move around all the time.
-I have a tree but allergy so even if I did move to a random country I would have to be careful about the food. I also hate seafood.
-I want to do my own laundry at my house.
-I like cloudy weather the best.
-I hate snow and ice and I get super anxious when driving in the winter.
-I don’t like wind and I don’t care for super sunny weather.
-I don’t mind rain that much.
-I don’t want to be in a super foggy place.
-I want to be able to hang out with friends on the weekends.
So based on this information, what place do you think would fit best for me? Thanks!
2023.06.10 05:54 _carry_on TIFU by ignoring my dog.
One of my dogs is a mess. His name is Chico. If he was human, he’d be ADHD. Super sweet but also kind of aggressive, very expressive, and easily excitable. He’s also 60lbs. When I tell folks he’s four, they respond that he still looks and acts like a pup.
I completely agree.
So any way, he does this dance when he wants to eat. I had already fed him, he’d been out, and I wasn’t falling for it. It was my turn to eat and I had a gyro sammie waiting for me up the street. So I ignored him. Went, got food, and came home 10 mins later to a giant soft serve ice cream dump slowly melting on my rug. I don’t have a big apartment so the smell hit me right in the face when I walked in. Poor Chico is looking at me all sad. Of course now I’m apologizing to my dog and taking them both out as the liquid poo sets in. I have one of those thick woven rugs, but I have to get them out. My gyro sandwich is on the counter, mind you. When I get back, I clean it up which was not an easy task. I was out of paper towels so I used a combination of poop bags, old dish towels that were gross anyway, and toilet paper. I think I got it all. Any way, I feel like I would want some to take a shower after cleaning shit before they served me food, so I’m going to do the same. You know, self care.
Any way. TLDR, my dog pooped on my rug.
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I completely agree.
So any way, he does this dance when he wants to eat. I had already fed him, he’d been out, and I wasn’t falling for it. It was my turn to eat and I had a gyro sammie waiting for me up the street. So I ignored him. Went, got food, and came home 10 mins later to a giant soft serve ice cream dump slowly melting on my rug. I don’t have a big apartment so the smell hit me right in the face when I walked in. Poor Chico is looking at me all sad. Of course now I’m apologizing to my dog and taking them both out as the liquid poo sets in. I have one of those thick woven rugs, but I have to get them out. My gyro sandwich is on the counter, mind you. When I get back, I clean it up which was not an easy task. I was out of paper towels so I used a combination of poop bags, old dish towels that were gross anyway, and toilet paper. I think I got it all. Any way, I feel like I would want some to take a shower after cleaning shit before they served me food, so I’m going to do the same. You know, self care.
Any way. TLDR, my dog pooped on my rug.
2023.06.10 05:54 Theeaglestrikes I bought a disturbing Choose-Your-Own-Adventure ripoff called “Journey to the Lake”, and the events are unfolding in real life.
Since my wife died last year, I’ve been travelling across the UK in a decked-out van with my son, Sam. We’ve been heading up to Inverness, his mother’s favourite place, in the hope of scattering her ashes. It’s no surprise, then, that I’m a lover of adventures, is it? Journey to the Lake Choose Your End I picked it up from a charity store yesterday. A hardback novel with a tattered paper cover. Whilst some knock-offs are a little cringe-worthy, I was intrigued by this one. Minuscule white writing on an all-black cover. The stark, sinister minimalism of the art really gripped me. Plus, I have fond memories of the “Choose Your Own Adventure” books from Sam’s childhood. But “Journey to the Lake” seemed a little more mature than the stories I remembered. Choose Your End The title alone seemed bleak, but I didn’t know the half of it. “You reach a crossroads… Uh oh,” Sam said, chuckling as he read the book aloud. “What?” I asked, smiling. “Time to make our first decision,” He replied. “Leave this to me,” I said, cracking my neck decisively. Sam groaned. “Dad, no. You always made the worst decisions with these books back in the day.” “I know,” I said. “Mum was always the smart one. I was the beauty, and she was the brains.” Sam shook his head, before clearing his throat and leaning into the light above the van’s front dashboard. He read with the giddiness of a child. Of course, even at the age of 19, he’s still a child to me. “Pick the safest path to the lake,” Sam read. “Take the road to Yellow Town. Page 11. Or take the road to Brickrock. Page 43.” “Yellow Town!” I exuberantly requested. Sam, being a people-pleasing saint, rolled his eyes and obliged. He flicked through the pages of the dusty, unbranded book and settled on Page 11. To summarise, the road took our character to Yellow Town, a seemingly-serene place with a sinister history. It was haunted by the Seafarer, a stranger who was hanged for slaughtering seven townsfolk. And his ghost, donning a black raincoat, stalked the protagonist. “Oh, so it’s that kind of story,” I said, smiling. “I thought we would be going on a fantastical adventure with dragons and fairies,” Sam gulped. “Maybe the Seafarer has a magical boat?” I suggested, smirking. “Okay… I’m gonna stop there. I’m tired,” Sam said. “Or scared?” I teased. “Well, if you want to stop reading so early, I might as well carry on driving to Carlisle. You okay with that? We could treat ourselves to a hotel, rather than kipping in the van.” Sam shrugged. “Sure. Just wake me in a couple of hours.” But I woke him far earlier than that. You see, we never made it to Carlisle. “Welcome to Joune...?” I whispered, squinting to read the road sign for a town I hadn’t seen on the GPS. The sign might’ve said something else, but it was dark, and one of the letters had faded. I was more concerned with the neat rows of structures that rushed towards us on either side of the road. Quaint cottages, shops, and other quintessential British buildings — but they were all various shades of yellow. Like the town in the book. A strange coincidence. But then, in one of the house’s upper windows, I briefly saw something which glued the flesh of my hands to the steering wheel. A man in a black raincoat. Watching. Journey to the Lake was on my brain, so it had to be confirmation bias. That was what I told myself. Sam laughed when I woke him and explained the situation. He said the tables had turned — suddenly, I was the scaredy-pants. I thought he might be right. “Room for two?” Asked the hotel receptionist at a little B&B in the middle of the town. “Yes, please,” I said. “Two singles, mind.” Sam rolled his eyes — his favourite response to my humorous quips. The receptionist merely nodded and handed over a key. “Room 11. The end,” She said. “Beg your pardon?” I asked in a hoarse whisper, suddenly perturbed by the receptionist’s uneven tone of voice. “The end of the corridor,” She clarified, offering a false smile. “You can’t miss it.” Sam and I practically sleep-walked to our room in the early hours of the morning, but I was overcome by a strange sense of alertness when I plopped onto my bed. I wish I hadn’t remedied that with the following idea. “I’m gonna read a little more,” I said, pulling the book out of my backpack. Sam groaned. “Why did you bring that in here?” I found myself unable to crack one of my usual jokes. “I just have to know what happens next.” Weary from your travels, you graciously accept the keys from the innkeeper. “Room 11. The end,” She says. How? How could the boom have known? Heart gripped by the terrifying and inexplicable sensation of suddenly being watched, I stopped reading. “Ha, ha,” Sam sarcastically grumbled. “I’m going to sleep.” “Read it for yourself,” I shuddered, hurling the book at him. My son sat up and read the page for himself. “Is this one of your jokes? First, the yellow buildings. Now, a scripted conversation?” “You were there in the shop with me. I found the book. I didn’t write it,” I said. “I think we need to go.” A booming sound echoed along the hotel corridor, and goosebumps bubbled across my icy flesh. I’d never been so frightened in my life, but I summoned the bravery to stumble over to the door. “You hear a thunderous creak in the hallway,” Sam read. “Gazing through the peephole, you see…” I didn’t need my son to finish the sentence — yet again, the book had predetermined my actions. And through the peephole of the hotel door, I saw something horrifying. The man in the black raincoat stood in the hallway, one eye peering into the peephole from the other side — as if he could see me. He was warped by the curvature of the glass into a horrifically large, malformed man. Or maybe those were his true dimensions. And there was no accounting for his lifeless, sagging skin. That was surely no trickery of the glass. I screamed, stumbling backwards from the door. “Head into the hallway. Page 59. Exit through the window. Page 115. Dad, what is this?” Sam quivered, seemingly understanding, at long last, that I was not playing a cruel joke. “Page 115, right?” I asked, turning and running over to the window. Sam nodded, leaping to his feet and frantically flipping through the pages as I pulled the curtains open. Fortunately, we were on the ground floor, and the window opened wide enough for us to slip out. Sam went first, taking our bags with him, but I struggled to squeeze my slightly larger form through the window. “Dad!” Sam screeched. And in the reflection of the glass pane, I saw him. Standing behind me. The Seafarer. The door hadn’t opened. I don’t know how he did it. I don’t know how any of it happened. One of his cold hands clamped onto my shoulder, squeezing tightly enough to drain the very life out of my being — his touch filled me with a haunting hollowness that I cannot put into words. An eternal hell that must’ve only lasted a moment in reality. Terrified, I wrenched my body free of the inhuman man’s grasp, and I slithered out of the window after my son. We sprinted to the van and made a hasty getaway, grateful to have chosen the right path this time. Or so we thought. As I drove the way we came, something unexplainable happened. We found ourselves back in Yellow Town. No matter which way we drove, the road always led back to Yellow Town. And that’s when the horrifying gravity of events soon dawned on both of us. We were trapped. We are trapped. Only the book can determine our fate. We’re too frightened to go back to an earlier point in the book and change things, given that we don’t know how this unholy scripture works — all we know is that this isn’t a story. Every consequence is real. Our next choice is as follows: You take the off-road route through the forest. But which road will bring you to the lake in time? Route 15 — Page 152 Route 11 — Page 191 I have no idea which route to take, but I trust Sam’s judgement more than my own. I hope to update all of you soon. If you never see a post from me again, then I guess we’ve chosen the wrong path.
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2023.06.10 05:54 DnDBambi Random Nighttime Wilderness Encounter Table
 | So I'm running SKT and they have a nicely detailed random encounter table for day time travel, but I also really wanted something for the nighttime while the party are trying to safely rest. So I made this! submitted by DnDBambi to UnearthedArcana [link] [comments] I added a few unique ideas/suggestions I'd seen around the internet while also creating a few of my own. I had my own party in mind for this (4 x Lv. 6) but I'm hoping it's universal enough to adapt for any party! Feel free to use and let me know what you think :) Random Nighttime Wilderness Encounter Table
Encounter Table Notes:Abominable Yeti:
If you're interested in the possibility percentages that went into calculating these d100 results, you can see them in this picture here: Wilderness Encounter Possibility Calculations If you would like all of the above in a neat PDF format, you can download it here. Looking forward to hearing people's thoughts! |
2023.06.10 05:54 GamingThiefOFFCIAL Fuse Life Roleplay New Server Looking for members!
Welcome to Fuse Life Roleplay. Fuse Life Roleplay (FLRP), is a new community that is based around storytelling by the community. We are currently using vMenu, but will be rolling out a vMenu Hybrid in the coming weeks. Our aim in the community is to tell stories and have long term tales told by our community members. Fuse Life Roleplay is the perfect place to start your story today.
We have many things to offer!
Los Santos Police Department (Currently closed; will talk about people joining to start it up)
Blaine County Sheriffs Office Application Status - OPEN Sheriff: Justin Clark
BCSO is a department that focuses on the Blaine County area. They focus on Keeping the Citizens of Blaine County Safe! They do what, they do best, stopping crime, keeping the streets safe. BCSO Has all sorts of fun in the name. They Got Sub-Divisions such as K-9, S.W.A.T, Air & Marine Support Units and much more to offer! The Sheriff's department is looking for someone like you to join today as a Deputy! Put that shiny badge on and put the good out in the streets of San Andreas! Showing what it means to be apart of Law Enforcement! Join the Blaine County Sheriff's Office with Sheriff Justin Clark and his High Command as well as Command Team! We look forward to seeing you in state. ~Sheriff Justin Clark
San Andreas State Troopers Application Status - OPEN Commissioner: Anh Long
The San Andreas State Troopers' primary role is to enforce state laws and maintain public order within the State of San Andreas. We are law enforcement officers who work at the state level in San Andreas, with jurisdiction over the entire state, from Paleto Bay to the Port of Los Santos. Our agency is responsible for enforcing state laws, maintaining public safety, and providing various law enforcement services. Our responsibilities are ensuring the safety of the citizens, patrolling highways, and responding to various emergencies and incidents throughout San Andreas. It is the mission of the San Andreas State Troopers to safeguard the lives and property of the community we serve, to reduce the fear and incidences of violence and crime, and better public safety while collaborating with the state’s many diverse communities to improve resident’s standards of living. Our mandate is to do so with the highest level of honor, integrity, safety, service, and security, while at all times conducting ourselves with the highest ethical standards to maintain public confidence. Join the San Andreas State Troopers today and make a better tomorrow. Safer roads, safer people.
Department Of Communications - Coming Soon!! (If interested in Dispatch please join the discord and dm Thief)
Civilian Operations - OPEN (If interested in running Civilian Operations Please Dm Thief)
Don't like filling out applications and then leaving the server because you don't like it? Fuse Life Roleplay has a program called Guest Features. This means ANYONE can join our server! However, they will have limited permissions. These are limited to pistols, melee weapons, certain vehicles, and a few other things. The Guest Features in Fuse Life Roleplay is to let people come in and experience the server and community. What are you waiting for? Start your story today!
If you have any questions, please feel free to join the Discord and DM GamingThief//Thief
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We have many things to offer!
Los Santos Police Department (Currently closed; will talk about people joining to start it up)
Blaine County Sheriffs Office Application Status - OPEN Sheriff: Justin Clark
BCSO is a department that focuses on the Blaine County area. They focus on Keeping the Citizens of Blaine County Safe! They do what, they do best, stopping crime, keeping the streets safe. BCSO Has all sorts of fun in the name. They Got Sub-Divisions such as K-9, S.W.A.T, Air & Marine Support Units and much more to offer! The Sheriff's department is looking for someone like you to join today as a Deputy! Put that shiny badge on and put the good out in the streets of San Andreas! Showing what it means to be apart of Law Enforcement! Join the Blaine County Sheriff's Office with Sheriff Justin Clark and his High Command as well as Command Team! We look forward to seeing you in state. ~Sheriff Justin Clark
San Andreas State Troopers Application Status - OPEN Commissioner: Anh Long
The San Andreas State Troopers' primary role is to enforce state laws and maintain public order within the State of San Andreas. We are law enforcement officers who work at the state level in San Andreas, with jurisdiction over the entire state, from Paleto Bay to the Port of Los Santos. Our agency is responsible for enforcing state laws, maintaining public safety, and providing various law enforcement services. Our responsibilities are ensuring the safety of the citizens, patrolling highways, and responding to various emergencies and incidents throughout San Andreas. It is the mission of the San Andreas State Troopers to safeguard the lives and property of the community we serve, to reduce the fear and incidences of violence and crime, and better public safety while collaborating with the state’s many diverse communities to improve resident’s standards of living. Our mandate is to do so with the highest level of honor, integrity, safety, service, and security, while at all times conducting ourselves with the highest ethical standards to maintain public confidence. Join the San Andreas State Troopers today and make a better tomorrow. Safer roads, safer people.
Department Of Communications - Coming Soon!! (If interested in Dispatch please join the discord and dm Thief)
Civilian Operations - OPEN (If interested in running Civilian Operations Please Dm Thief)
Don't like filling out applications and then leaving the server because you don't like it? Fuse Life Roleplay has a program called Guest Features. This means ANYONE can join our server! However, they will have limited permissions. These are limited to pistols, melee weapons, certain vehicles, and a few other things. The Guest Features in Fuse Life Roleplay is to let people come in and experience the server and community. What are you waiting for? Start your story today!
If you have any questions, please feel free to join the Discord and DM GamingThief//Thief
Discord: https://discord.gg/AX2FXXGXD5
2023.06.10 05:53 Ok-Button6101 mid 30s brother starting the nomad life. What can I get him to prepare him?
He got priced out of his city and decided that, since he works remotely full time, that there's no reason he has to stay in the area. He plans to move to a different state and just stay in an airbnb or some other long term rental that he can find for a few weeks, or up to a month, and then move onto the next city or state.
Most of his stuff is going into storage. He's going to be doing lots of driving, and he's going to be living in temporary living arrangements with a minimal version of all his stuff. What's something I can get him that be useful to him while he's doing this new experience/adventure? My fear is that most physical items will just be something that he'll add to the pile in storage and not see for months. Oh, and I'm getting this for him for his birthday, which is right before his last day at his apartment, in case that makes any difference.
I typically just buy him things for his birthday but this year it doesn't seem appropriate, so I'm looking for pretty much anything that'll benefit him on this adventure. Useful things he can use, or something he can experience (he's traveling up the entire length of the west coast on july 4th weekend, in case that helps with ideas for things to do), or even things that maybe dont cost money? I'm just looking for something that he'll be able to use in some way, and I have never lived like this. I haven't even had a road trip lasting more than 5 hours in the last 15 years. And I'd like to keep it under $100.
Any ideas are appreciated, thanks!
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Most of his stuff is going into storage. He's going to be doing lots of driving, and he's going to be living in temporary living arrangements with a minimal version of all his stuff. What's something I can get him that be useful to him while he's doing this new experience/adventure? My fear is that most physical items will just be something that he'll add to the pile in storage and not see for months. Oh, and I'm getting this for him for his birthday, which is right before his last day at his apartment, in case that makes any difference.
I typically just buy him things for his birthday but this year it doesn't seem appropriate, so I'm looking for pretty much anything that'll benefit him on this adventure. Useful things he can use, or something he can experience (he's traveling up the entire length of the west coast on july 4th weekend, in case that helps with ideas for things to do), or even things that maybe dont cost money? I'm just looking for something that he'll be able to use in some way, and I have never lived like this. I haven't even had a road trip lasting more than 5 hours in the last 15 years. And I'd like to keep it under $100.
Any ideas are appreciated, thanks!
2023.06.10 05:53 ShadowDefuse 2 night backpacking recommendations
Hey everyone, I’m hoping I can get some trail recs for a trip coming june 30 - july 2. It’s a little hard to plan considering all the things closed right now. We were initially planning on entering at yosemite falls but now looking for something a little easier because we’ll have a beginner backpacker joining.
So if anyone has ideas for a trail that is: - open - not super difficult - has lakes or streams for water and fishing
TIA!
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So if anyone has ideas for a trail that is: - open - not super difficult - has lakes or streams for water and fishing
TIA!
2023.06.10 05:50 GranolaMason 30 [M4F] Texas- looking for an old fling
Hi there... I met a girl on here once upon a time who lives in Washington (the state). Her name was Kristen and she had shoulder length hair, glasses, pale skin, and gorgeous eyes. She worked as a gardener and spent a lot of time at her apartment. You were so sweet and sensual. I miss you and our conversations. We used to talk on kik. I missed praising you and making you feel good. If you're reading this, it's Mason from Texas. I deleted my kik, but I can't stop thinking about you. If you still want to talk message me.
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