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I (32F) have known my best friend (33F) for 10+ years. We're so close that we really see each other as sisters. I truly care about her a lot. I know that she suffers from ADHD and some type of anxiety disorder. She's never told me exactly what she's diagnosed with, but she often brings it up in conversation that she has medications/therapies/etc. I realize that many of the things she does are symptoms of her condition, so I try to be understanding. The truth is, she's become intolerable. Not just to me, but also to her friends and BF as well.
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Firstly, she's generally unaware of others' emotions. Not like she can't recognize them, but like she's not noticing them 90% of the time. Example: She frequently suggests watching scary movies during hang outs when our other friend tags along. She and I both like them, but "other friend" doesn't. It's awkward when I have to tell her (sometimes more than once) that I'd rather watch something everyone can enjoy. She'll then either get quiet because she realized her suggestion was obviously a bad choice, or she'll dismiss it and say "he can deal with it." This always makes me uncomfortable. It's like she's forgetting that he exists sometimes. Example 2: She basically pressured her BF into paying for an expensive apartment to live out her dreams. She doesn't have a job, but occasionally pet-sits for her friends. Her BF works a well-paid position and pays for most of their living expenses, including rent. His work is remote and he's a pretty minimalist guy. Her BF mentioned several times at group-hangouts that he would be happy with a simpler apartment in a lower-rent area. But this was always met by her loudly exclaiming her fantasy of living a lavish life in a big city. He's a pushover, so after her going on for a few minutes, he'd reluctantly agree to how amazing it sounds. It was always pretty obvious how uncomfortable it made him, but she never seemed to notice. Eventually they settled into an expensive city apartment, which she isn't contributing to financially.
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Next, her self-deprecatory attitude and constant need for attention is constant. She berates herself over anything and everything. Even things she clearly excels at. I've never seen anyone attack themselves so relentlessly or consistently. After years of enduring it, it's gone beyond exhausting and now it's just frustrating listening and responding to it. Every time she makes a mistake, she'll say something wild like she's an "abomination that should've never existed" and then expects me to say something to help her feel better. I have my own anxiety/depression to deal with, so I understand how valuable validation is. But it's very draining for me.
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One of the biggest issues I have with her is that she thinks her need for validation is cute. She'll do this thing where she acts cute, puts on a baby-voice, and then asks someone if she "did a good job" in response to really normal things. Like if she did the laundry, or put her dirty dishes in the washer. I can't exactly explain, but it's as if she's expecting people to pat her on the head and say "good girl." She'll seek someone out, tell them about her good deed, then ask for a reward. It's as if she's infantilizing herself. It's very uncomfortable to witness.
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Other than that, she's just generally noisy and over-stimulating. I'm an introvert and can find her level of noise/energy very overwhelming. She laughs too loud (hurts my eardrums), has a tic where she makes random sucking noises (literally sounds like she's choking on a d*ck), "parrots" my comments when we watch movies, eats like a wild animal (open-mouth chewing, gulping liquids), constantly fidgets with her jewelry/clothes (makes me nervous), sniffles/clears her throat compulsively, etc.
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I know I should confront her, but she's sensitive to the EXTREME. She will take any advice as a criticism which often results in an emotional meltdown. I think the reason we've been friends for so long is because I'm non-confrontational. I never call her out or judge her (at least outwardly). The real reason I don't say anything is because I don't want her to think I hate her. I've seen her lose many friends over the years who were genuinely trying to help. Example: She once lost an entire friend-group because they tried to warn her that her new BF was a notorious-cheater and offered hard-evidence that he was actively flirting with other girls. She claimed these friends were "attacking (her) for no reason", cut ties with them, and the BF cheated on her not long after.
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It's not just me feeling this way. Other mutual friends have complained or joked about her behavior. She's become the butt of a few jokes within the group. Example: She once ate an entire serving bowl of spaghetti that my BF made from scratch for my birthday. He worked for a couple hours to make enough pasta for all 6 people at the party. She put all the noodles on her plate while everyone else was finishing up a match in a videogame. When I said, "all the pasta is gone" (in a non-confrontational way, it was just an observational remark I made when I approached the bowl), she responded from the other room (with a mouth full of pasta) by saying "I think you're lying." No one said anything in the moment, and she forgot about the whole thing. But everyone else thought it was so hilarious that they'll throw "I think you're lying" in the same inflection as when she said it into whatever situation fits. They'll say it right in front of her and she has no idea they're basically making fun of her. I promise these aren't mean people, but I think a lot of them are just frustrated and (like me) feel they can't confront her without sending her spiraling. Unfortunately, none of them are as close to her as I am. They're friends, but not the kind that are close enough to talk to her about these sensitive issues.
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I realize that I probably sound like an asshole after all this. But I really do care about her. I love her. She's my best friend and I don't want this to be the dynamic of our friendship. I want us to both be happy and genuine, but I also need to protect my own mental health. I just don't know how to approach such a complicated hurdle...
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TL;DR-
My lifelong BFF has anxiety/ADHD. She is incredibly overwhelming to be around. She has meltdowns and cuts ties with anyone who voices concerns about her behaviors. Her behaviors got worse because she's enabled. Now she has very few friends and most of them make fun of her. It's difficult for me or anyone to be around her. How do I confront her about her behavior in a productive way without ruining our friendship?

Alright so my freshman year was the covid year and I unfortunately was hospitalized so my freshman grades were ruined like 1.2 and 1.4 ruined. However I have never received a grade lower than a B since ( 1 B actually and 29 A's) my gpa sophomore year both semesters was a 4.2 and this year junior year I got a 5.0 both semesters (graded on a 4 scale). I live in California so I was gonna apply to the UCs since they don't use freshman grades for gpa, however they don't take SAT scores which I received a 1560 on but with super scoring Im at a 1580. My overall is a 3.5 so I'm gonna graduate with honors even if I take basic classes next year. My schedule next year is gonna be Ap lit, Ap Econ, Ap bio, Ap Calc, Ap stats, and Yearbook (for a second year). Realistically will colleges even want me. I worked my way back up but is it even worth it at this point man. My top school is either UCSB or NYU

so I'm in my early twenties and I work in retail, so I'm making about 30k-40k. I have just under 10k in all of my savings from working about 3 years.. I don't even live in any big city like New York or California, and all I want to do is own my own place so I can finally have my own privacy and independence from my family, since rent is basically 1000 a month and I'd never, EVER be able to save up for a house throwing away 1000 a month just to "be independent". I've been working on upping my credit score (I have a 710 currently) and planning on using an FHA loan and saving and basically being a broke ass just to save up as much as I can. I want to vacation and buy cool clothes but I can't because I'd rather save up for a house asap. I feel so embarrassed because I come off as poocheap and I drive a shitty used car that I also saved up money for, and it just barely drives and has a cracked windshield and is cluttered from the previous owners, but I just wanted a car.
Anyyway... the cheapest duplex like that, and the only one in my area, is one for 210k and it looks horrible, like a haunted, depilated shack horrible. The decent ones start at 350k and the downpayment for that would be 12k, which doesn't even include closing costs and other stuff, which probably means it's closer to 15k-17k... Regular homes cost around 315k and I see a few for around 275k but they're not a duplex, and I'm not sure if the procedure for "house hacking" is the same as with a duplex. On top of that, I also just worry about being leveraged up and kind of relying on someone else to help pay off my mortgage, and I feel horrible for basically exploiting someone's need to be housed to pay off my mortgage mostly or entirely.
I just don't know, houses feel incredibly expensive, and I see the prices of everything, the state of the homes, and it feels like the only way to afford a home is to force someone else to pay off my mortgage mostly or entirely and saving up for one with an FHA loan requires at least 15k with a 6 month emergency fund, which is probably like another 5k? I just don't know if I'm overblowing things or what I should feel?

so I'm in my early twenties and I work in retail, so I'm making about 30k-40k. I have just under 10k in all of my savings from working about 3 years.. I don't even live in any big city like New York or California, and all I want to do is own my own place so I can finally have my own privacy and independence from my family, since rent is basically 1000 a month and I'd never, EVER be able to save up for a house throwing away 1000 a month just to "be independent". I've been working on upping my credit score (I have a 710 currently) and planning on using an FHA loan and saving and basically being a broke ass just to save up as much as I can. I want to vacation and buy cool clothes but I can't because I'd rather save up for a house asap. I feel so embarrassed because I come off as poocheap and I drive a shitty used car that I also saved up money for, and it just barely drives and has a cracked windshield and is cluttered from the previous owners, but I just wanted a car.
Anyyway... the cheapest duplex like that, and the only one in my area, is one for 210k and it looks horrible, like a haunted, depilated shack horrible. The decent ones start at 350k and the downpayment for that would be 12k, which doesn't even include closing costs and other stuff, which probably means it's closer to 15k-17k... Regular homes cost around 315k and I see a few for around 275k but they're not a duplex, and I'm not sure if the procedure for "house hacking" is the same as with a duplex. On top of that, I also just worry about being leveraged up and kind of relying on someone else to help pay off my mortgage, and I feel horrible for basically exploiting someone's need to be housed to pay off my mortgage mostly or entirely.
I just don't know, houses feel incredibly expensive, and I see the prices of everything, the state of the homes, and it feels like the only way to afford a home is to force someone else to pay off my mortgage mostly or entirely and saving up for one with an FHA loan requires at least 15k with a 6 month emergency fund, which is probably like another 5k? I just don't know if I'm overblowing things or what I should feel?

Alright so my freshman year was the covid year and I unfortunately was hospitalized so my freshman grades were ruined like 1.2 and 1.4 ruined. However I have never received a grade lower than a B since ( 1 B actually and 29 A's) my gpa sophomore year both semesters was a 4.2 and this year junior year I got a 5.0 both semesters (graded on a 4 scale). I live in California so I was gonna apply to the UCs since they don't use freshman grades for gpa, however they don't take SAT scores which I received a 1560 on but with super scoring Im at a 1580. My overall is a 3.5 so I'm gonna graduate with honors even if I take basic classes next year. My schedule next year is gonna be Ap lit, Ap Econ, Ap bio, Ap Calc, Ap stats, and Yearbook (for a second year). Realistically will colleges even want me. I worked my way back up but is it even worth it at this point man.

https://thewest.com.au/sport/west-coast-eagles/peter-sumich-rates-every-west-coast-eagles-and-walyalup-fremantle-dockers-player-for-round-11-c-10794693
WALYALUP (FREMANTLE)

1. Luke Jackson 9: Outstanding effort after Sean Darcy went off injured. Rucked for most of the game. Ground-level play and speed around the contest was elite for a big man. Finished with 19 disposals, six tackles, 23 pressure acts and a massive eight clearances.
   
2. Hayden Young 9: One of the best half-backs in the league. Uses the ball well and defends without it. Had 27 disposals, nine intercept possessions, 10 rebound 50s and 644 metres gained.
   
3. Brennan Cox 9: Such an important player in the air. His spoiling, marking and coming across as third up was a feature. Amassed 20 disposals, six intercepts and 12 marks.
   
4. Andrew Brayshaw 8: In red-hot form and alongside Serong and is part of one of the best midfield combinations in the league. Work rate is second to none and leadership continues to grow. Had 29 disposals, seven tackles, 20 pressure acts and seven clearances.
   
5. Jaeger O’Meara 8: Played in the midfield and again his use was elite. Breaks away from the contest to give himself time and space. His rotation with Fyfe will be important as the year goes on. Had 24 disposals, seven tackles, 400 metres gained and six clearances.
   
6. Caleb Serong 8: Just keeps producing at the right time during games and is starting to finish his work on the scoreboard. Clean hands in tight. Finished with 26 disposals, five tackles, 17 pressure acts and 332 metres gained.
   
7. Luke Ryan 8: Another solid game controlling the defence and setting up the play. Slowed the game down when needed. Had 22 disposals, 11 marks and 633 metres gained.
   
8. Jye Amiss 8: Becoming a consistent multiple goal-kicker. Has improved his pressure game with 14 disposals, six score involvements and most importantly, three goals.
   
9. Alex Pearce 8: A great captain’s game. Smothered Melbourne’s tall forwards and won the ball himself for 11 disposals and eight intercept possessions. Becoming very hard to pass.
   
10. Bailey Banfield 7: Just seems to do the right thing at important stages of the game. Finished with 14 disposals, two marks inside 50 and kicked two goals – outstanding. His spot in the 22 is safe.
    
11. Matthew Johnson 7: Showed some great composure in tight contests and used the ball well. Had 20 disposals, 20 pressure acts and 360 metres gained. A 193cm midfielder at 20 years of age and building nicely into a very good player.
    
12. Josh Treacy 7: Solid game. In and out of the contest but took a great mark in the third term and converted. Finished with two important goals and two inside 50 tackles. Will only get better as he plays more and understands the role.
    
13. Jordan Clark 7: Shut down Melbourne’s attack on many occasions. Finding some terrific form leading into the bye and should take this into the second half of the season. Had 14 disposals, five tackles and 20 pressure acts.
    
14. James Aish 7: Owning the wing role. Another 24 disposals at 92 per cent efficiency, 20 pressure acts and 314 metres gained. Has got form back after a slow start.
    
15. Nathan O’Driscoll 7: Didn’t get big numbers but played the wing role well and always puts pressure on his opponent. Had 15 disposals at 80 per cent efficiency, with 57 per cent of his disposals from the defensive half.
    
16. Sam Switkowski 6: Looked lively for the whole game with 18 touches. Threatened to break it open with speed but only managed three behinds. Played his role and was important in the midfield at times.
    
17. Brandon Walker 6: Another tough role playing on the dangerous Kysaiah Pickett and kept him to two goals. Nothing to get excited about with his stats but very conscious of his opponent.
    
18. Nat Fyfe 6: Racked up 20 disposals in 98 minutes of game time. His 16 handballs is fine as he brought teammates into the game. Once he gets his marking up and going he will be a real asset.
    
19. Lachie Schultz 6: Quiet day for him with 10 disposals, seven tackles, 25 pressures acts and a goal but still got involved at the right times and created chances for teammates. A good sign when you’re not having a great game but still get involved somehow.
    
20. Ethan Hughes 6: Played down back again and seems to have found his spot for now. Has more composure and is using the ball better. Finished with 17 disposals at 88 per cent efficiency.
    
21. Michael Frederick 4: Quiet game but still had important moments, kicking a nice long-range goal. Had 13 disposals, five marks and three score involvements. Biggest concern is that he didn’t lay a tackle on a day that his teammates had 73.
    
22. Sean Darcy 3: Started well in the ruck but hurt his hamstring in the second quarter and was subbed out. Hopefully not a bad one and can return after the bye.
    
23. Sam Sturt 3: Came on as sub and was solid. Must be more consistent and keep working on his defence but hits targets will ball in hand. Five disposals and five pressure acts.
    

Dear Blake, I know what you’re thinking. Don’t do it. I’ve been with you here before, in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, holding mom’s bottle of Ambian, and shaking, hesitating…just…just waiting to commit. You’re sad. I know it. Downright despaired! Nobody cares about you enough to notice anything’s wrong. They’re too busy with their own lives to give yours any credence. Honestly, they probably wouldn’t notice you were gone until you started to stink up the place. That’s why you’re in the bathroom. They have to go in there. They have to notice it’s locked. Eventually, they’ll get fed up with knocking and just bust it down, and right when they’re ready to deliver the lecture, BAM! There you are. Then they’ll know. No, that’s not it…You’re angry, filled from toes to nose to crown with boiling rage. How dare they treat you the way they do! You aren’t trying to be the center of the world, you don’t even care for attention all that much, but you’d at least like the option. Why don’t they drop in and ask if you want to do something or go somewhere. Sure, you usually say no, but what teenager doesn’t? It would be nice if they at least bothered to try. That’s what they’re supposed to do – try! But, no. The only time they talk to you is when you get a bad grade or they need to “correct” some stupid faux pas you made so they don’t look like complete idiots. No…that doesn’t seem right, either. You don’t know how you’re feeling, do you, Blake? That’s the problem. If you did, you might be able to follow through and take the pills. It’s not weakness, it’s confusion. If you’re going to commit to something so momentous, you may as well know why. I know why, Blake. I know exactly why, and I want to help you. You’re depressed, you just don’t know it, and you wouldn’t want to admit it if you did. That’s okay. Tell me if this sounds familiar: you’re hungry, angry, lonely, tired, and scared, all at the same time. And with it all, you don’t have the energy, much less the desire, to go anywhere, to break out of your bubble and interact in any meaningful way. You don’t feel like you’re worthy of it. How could you be? I’m in your head, Blake. You see your peers living it up and just owning who they are. Look at Brianna. She’s not the valedictorian, but she’s smart enough to be. She just knows there’s no reason. She dances, does community service, has a job, and tons of friends. With a resume like that, and the test scores she humble brags about, what school wouldn’t want her? And now look at you, a sniveling baby, sitting on a toilet, trying not to cry too loud while you shake and hold onto Mommy’s sleeping pills. But all right, it’s okay. Intelligence isn’t everything. You don’t need to be as driven as Brianna. You’d take being Jad. He’s so effortlessly good at the drums, and he’s just so confident in himself. The girls swoon over him, right? It’s a little weird, because, honestly, you don’t think that he’s all that good-looking. At the very least, he can’t be that much more attractive than you, can he? Yet, somehow, he always seems to be flanked by a bunch of thirsty girls while you awkwardly try to talk through messaging apps. They probably laugh at that, the girls. They laugh at your meek attempts to get their attention. You’d feel bad if they talked about you like that, but the sad truth is, not only do they not talk about you, they probably don’t even know who you are. It’s like all the shows and movies about the geeky loner who has greatness thrust upon him and all his fortunes turn around, except you are just utterly unremarkable as you sit on the toilet, trying not to cry too loud while you shake and hold onto Mommy’s sleeping pills. I know how you feel, Blake. I’ve thought these thoughts. I’ve been in the same cloud you have many times. That confusion, that hopelessness is overwhelming. Listen to me: there’s nothing wrong with you. These feelings, they’re not what you should be feeling, not what you deserve to feel, but they are normal, and they will pass. Take a deep breath, count to five, put the lid back on, put the bottle in the cabinet, and get out of that bathroom. I know it’s hard to believe, but high school will end, and with it all the drama and angst that goes with being a teenager. College will come and go even faster, and before long you’ll be out of the competition and into your own. Believe me, I know every adult you’ve ever met has told you the same thing. I know it’s hard for you to think that far ahead. I mean, if you want to get mathematical about it, I’ve lived through five years about seven times and you’ve lived through five years only three times. It’s a weird comparison, but think about what that means. Compared to me and other adults, time has to feel so long for you. Ten minutes for you is like five minutes for me…maybe that’s not true, but I think the spirit of it is close enough. The point is, no matter how bad you feel now, those feelings will go away with time. They’ll come back, but they aren’t the norm, and they aren’t your Fate. Somebody told me something once, I can’t remember who. Maybe I just heard it somewhere. Doesn’t matter. I’d like to share it with you, because I believe it. We are the sum of our choices. This, taking these pills, is a big choice, Blake. It’s more consequential than any other decision you’ve ever made. More importantly, Blake, once you make it, that’s it – you can’t undo it. We may make mistakes, and some of those mistakes will be really, really bad, but until we draw our last breaths, we have the chance to shift the balance of our decisions toward something we can take pride in. We can’t erase the mistakes, but we can do our best to own up to them, to seek redemption, and to help ourselves avoid making them again. Not with this, though. Worse, no matter what other good we’ve done in our lives, regardless of how we’re remembered, there’ll always be that horrible asterisk that outshines everything else. When people think our names, they’ll automatically think of the word – suicide. I won’t patronize and ask you if that’s really what you want, I know it’s not. It has to be said, though. It has to be said, Blake. But I know how this story ends, and I’m proud of you for it. More than that, I’m grateful. Choose differently now, and not only do you remove yourself, but you erase me, this letter, and everything else I love. It’s because of you that I’m here now, Blake. And, without going too deep into it, let me just say that all these things I’ve told you here, you’ll come to appreciate. You’re going to be okay, buddy. You’re going to be okay. It starts with making the right choice now, the healthy choice. Do yourself a favor, Blake. Put the cap back on, put the pills in the cabinet, get out of that bathroom, and go talk to someone. Talk to Mom. Talk to Dad. Talk to Jim. You don’t have to tell them, just talk to them. Remind yourself that there are people who love you. Remind yourself that the mean, evil thoughts in your head are your own insecurities trying to rile you up. Remind yourself that the stupid things people say to you in class or in the hallway are just dumb teenage drama, kids trying to get attention by being as wild, rebellious, and ridiculous as they can be. It’ll pass. You’ll learn to recognize those thoughts for what they are, to use them as motivation to be better. You’ll see those same bullies become kind and compassionate because they have children, and they recognize that there are people out there who act like they acted and they don’t want to see their child be treated the way they treated you. All the while, the people you love will still be there, same as ever, because they need you like you need them. Most importantly, nothing is forever, Blake, the bad or the good. Make the most with what you have. Ride out the bad because you know it will end. Appreciate the good because you never know how long it will last. Most of all, love yourself Blake. Put the cap on, put the pills away, and get out of that bathroom. Don’t lose sight of your hope for the future for traumas in your past. It’s easier said than done, I know, but, trust me, it’s worth the effort. I love you, Blake, and I’m grateful for you and all you do. Take care, buddy. Love, Blake

https://thewest.com.au/sport/fremantle-dockers/craig-odonoghue-walyalups-jye-amiss-is-worth-weight-in-gold-thanks-to-set-shot-goalkicking-accuracy-c-10795249
The footy world needs to start talking about the magnificence of Jye Amiss’ set shot goalkicking.
The Walyalup (Fremantle) forward is the beacon of hope amid an industry which is struggling to seize opportunities in front of the big sticks.
Time and time again we are watching players missing set shots. Yet Amiss has now kicked a goal from 10 of his last 11 set shots.
It’s an extraordinary figure which belies what we are seeing elsewhere. If you’re a Dockers midfielder streaming through the centre of the ground, it must be an amazing feeling to know that your key forward is so reliable once he has the ball in his hands.
Make no mistake, Walyalup’s seven-point win over Narrm on Saturday was achieved through accuracy from their set shots.
The Dockers had 11 set shots for the day and kicked nine goals. Melbourne had 14 and booted five. The Demons’ tally included shots that failed to even score.
The contrast was clear late in the match. Kossie Pickett missed with 7:20 remaining and 10 points the difference. Three minutes later, Jacob van Rooyen also missed to reduce the deficit to nine points. And with 65 seconds left, Angus Brayshaw also missed a set shot opportunity.
When the Dockers had chances in front of goal, they made the moment count.
Amiss was recruited with everyone knowing that he was an accurate kick. He booted 65.22 while playing colts footy for East Perth.
But it’s one thing to be accurate on a Saturday morning when playing with your mates, it’s another to stand up under the pressure of AFL with thousands of people at the ground.
HIs technique is unique. Amiss is slow and steady with his momentum only building late in his approach. It’s a repeatable action and one he is clearly confident in.
Amiss is a teenager in his second season. He’s played 13 games. Players with more experience would love to be kicking like him.
On Friday night, Carlton had 10 set shots and kicked only three goals from them.
West Coast had 11 set shots on Saturday night for four majors. The Western Bulldogs sprayed three of their set shots so badly against Gold Coast that they didn’t even score.
On Sunday, Ken Hinkley must have been going crazy watching his team dominating the final quarter against Richmond and being unable put them away. Darcy Byrne-Jones missed a set shot with 14 minutes left and then didn’t even want to take the next opportunity he got moments later.
Lachie Jones then missed with eight minutes remaining and instead of the Power having a match winning lead, they were in front by only 11 points after kicking 8.17.
I’ll repeat. Amiss has nailed 10 of his last 11 set shots.
Imagine being a defender playing on him. There’s enormous pressure knowing that if he takes a mark, the ball will almost certainly be sailing through for a goal.
Clubs spend days analysing games looking for any type of edge on the opposition. Recruiters endure cold, wintry days trying to find talent. Players put their bodies on the line trying to get the ball forward. It’s soul destroying when opportunities are missed.
Athletes around the world struggle when the game stops and everyone focuses on them.
Whether it’s serving in tennis, a free throw in basketball or pulling out the driver in golf, executing skills in a controlled environment somehow seems harder that doing it under pressure. The mind plays tricks, and when one player misses, suddenly the pressure builds on everyone else.
We’ve seen it happen on massive stages. West Coast kicked 8.13 in the 2015 grand final. But Dom Sheed became a hero with a set shot goal which will live on forever in 2018.
The Dockers booted 8.14 in their 2013 grand final loss. Hawthorn lost in 2012 after kicking 11.15 to Sydney’s 14.7.
St Kilda fans remember their 9.14 in the 2009 grand final, while Geelong fans will never forget Cam Mooney missing a set shot on the half-time siren on grand final day in 2008. That was a massive moment.
Which brings us back to Amiss. He’s a kid, but he’s the future. Key forwards who kick goals earn a hell of a lot of money throughout their careers. Key forwards who take marks and then miss their chances earn plenty too, and constantly leave their fans immensely frustrated.
We celebrate a lot of things in footy. The high mark is awesome. The courage to keep your eyes on the ball is amazing. Dribbling goals from the pocket makes your head spin.
But the reliability of lining up for goal with a set shot and sending the ball directly over the umpire’s head time and time again, is the thing that truly matters. Amiss doesn’t miss and that makes him an incredibly valuable commodity.

Dear Blake, I know what you’re thinking. Don’t do it. I’ve been with you here before, in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, holding mom’s bottle of Ambian, and shaking, hesitating…just…just waiting to commit. You’re sad. I know it. Downright despaired! Nobody cares about you enough to notice anything’s wrong. They’re too busy with their own lives to give yours any credence. Honestly, they probably wouldn’t notice you were gone until you started to stink up the place. That’s why you’re in the bathroom. They have to go in there. They have to notice it’s locked. Eventually, they’ll get fed up with knocking and just bust it down, and right when they’re ready to deliver the lecture, BAM! There you are. Then they’ll know. No, that’s not it…You’re angry, filled from toes to nose to crown with boiling rage. How dare they treat you the way they do! You aren’t trying to be the center of the world, you don’t even care for attention all that much, but you’d at least like the option. Why don’t they drop in and ask if you want to do something or go somewhere. Sure, you usually say no, but what teenager doesn’t? It would be nice if they at least bothered to try. That’s what they’re supposed to do – try! But, no. The only time they talk to you is when you get a bad grade or they need to “correct” some stupid faux pas you made so they don’t look like complete idiots. No…that doesn’t seem right, either. You don’t know how you’re feeling, do you, Blake? That’s the problem. If you did, you might be able to follow through and take the pills. It’s not weakness, it’s confusion. If you’re going to commit to something so momentous, you may as well know why. I know why, Blake. I know exactly why, and I want to help you. You’re depressed, you just don’t know it, and you wouldn’t want to admit it if you did. That’s okay. Tell me if this sounds familiar: you’re hungry, angry, lonely, tired, and scared, all at the same time. And with it all, you don’t have the energy, much less the desire, to go anywhere, to break out of your bubble and interact in any meaningful way. You don’t feel like you’re worthy of it. How could you be? I’m in your head, Blake. You see your peers living it up and just owning who they are. Look at Brianna. She’s not the valedictorian, but she’s smart enough to be. She just knows there’s no reason. She dances, does community service, has a job, and tons of friends. With a resume like that, and the test scores she humble brags about, what school wouldn’t want her? And now look at you, a sniveling baby, sitting on a toilet, trying not to cry too loud while you shake and hold onto Mommy’s sleeping pills. But all right, it’s okay. Intelligence isn’t everything. You don’t need to be as driven as Brianna. You’d take being Jad. He’s so effortlessly good at the drums, and he’s just so confident in himself. The girls swoon over him, right? It’s a little weird, because, honestly, you don’t think that he’s all that good-looking. At the very least, he can’t be that much more attractive than you, can he? Yet, somehow, he always seems to be flanked by a bunch of thirsty girls while you awkwardly try to talk through messaging apps. They probably laugh at that, the girls. They laugh at your meek attempts to get their attention. You’d feel bad if they talked about you like that, but the sad truth is, not only do they not talk about you, they probably don’t even know who you are. It’s like all the shows and movies about the geeky loner who has greatness thrust upon him and all his fortunes turn around, except you are just utterly unremarkable as you sit on the toilet, trying not to cry too loud while you shake and hold onto Mommy’s sleeping pills. I know how you feel, Blake. I’ve thought these thoughts. I’ve been in the same cloud you have many times. That confusion, that hopelessness is overwhelming. Listen to me: there’s nothing wrong with you. These feelings, they’re not what you should be feeling, not what you deserve to feel, but they are normal, and they will pass. Take a deep breath, count to five, put the lid back on, put the bottle in the cabinet, and get out of that bathroom. I know it’s hard to believe, but high school will end, and with it all the drama and angst that goes with being a teenager. College will come and go even faster, and before long you’ll be out of the competition and into your own. Believe me, I know every adult you’ve ever met has told you the same thing. I know it’s hard for you to think that far ahead. I mean, if you want to get mathematical about it, I’ve lived through five years about seven times and you’ve lived through five years only three times. It’s a weird comparison, but think about what that means. Compared to me and other adults, time has to feel so long for you. Ten minutes for you is like five minutes for me…maybe that’s not true, but I think the spirit of it is close enough. The point is, no matter how bad you feel now, those feelings will go away with time. They’ll come back, but they aren’t the norm, and they aren’t your Fate. Somebody told me something once, I can’t remember who. Maybe I just heard it somewhere. Doesn’t matter. I’d like to share it with you, because I believe it. We are the sum of our choices. This, taking these pills, is a big choice, Blake. It’s more consequential than any other decision you’ve ever made. More importantly, Blake, once you make it, that’s it – you can’t undo it. We may make mistakes, and some of those mistakes will be really, really bad, but until we draw our last breaths, we have the chance to shift the balance of our decisions toward something we can take pride in. We can’t erase the mistakes, but we can do our best to own up to them, to seek redemption, and to help ourselves avoid making them again. Not with this, though. Worse, no matter what other good we’ve done in our lives, regardless of how we’re remembered, there’ll always be that horrible asterisk that outshines everything else. When people think our names, they’ll automatically think of the word – suicide. I won’t patronize and ask you if that’s really what you want, I know it’s not. It has to be said, though. It has to be said, Blake. But I know how this story ends, and I’m proud of you for it. More than that, I’m grateful. Choose differently now, and not only do you remove yourself, but you erase me, this letter, and everything else I love. It’s because of you that I’m here now, Blake. And, without going too deep into it, let me just say that all these things I’ve told you here, you’ll come to appreciate. You’re going to be okay, buddy. You’re going to be okay. It starts with making the right choice now, the healthy choice. Do yourself a favor, Blake. Put the cap back on, put the pills in the cabinet, get out of that bathroom, and go talk to someone. Talk to Mom. Talk to Dad. Talk to Jim. You don’t have to tell them, just talk to them. Remind yourself that there are people who love you. Remind yourself that the mean, evil thoughts in your head are your own insecurities trying to rile you up. Remind yourself that the stupid things people say to you in class or in the hallway are just dumb teenage drama, kids trying to get attention by being as wild, rebellious, and ridiculous as they can be. It’ll pass. You’ll learn to recognize those thoughts for what they are, to use them as motivation to be better. You’ll see those same bullies become kind and compassionate because they have children, and they recognize that there are people out there who act like they acted and they don’t want to see their child be treated the way they treated you. All the while, the people you love will still be there, same as ever, because they need you like you need them. Most importantly, nothing is forever, Blake, the bad or the good. Make the most with what you have. Ride out the bad because you know it will end. Appreciate the good because you never know how long it will last. Most of all, love yourself Blake. Put the cap on, put the pills away, and get out of that bathroom. Don’t lose sight of your hope for the future for traumas in your past. It’s easier said than done, I know, but, trust me, it’s worth the effort. I love you, Blake, and I’m grateful for you and all you do. Take care, buddy. Love, Blake

Last year I had a housemate for 8 months who constantly talked about "violence" in our groupchat:
He made the following remarks over dishes when I complained about dishes
So there was a bowl in the sink and we had prior issues with dishes. I sent a text saying: "Can we agree on dishes like someone's not even rinsing come on" and then he said he hopes someone kicks my teeth in and I bite their fingers and said he's been here before violence is the best way to get rid of tensions
The sink was full one time and I took a photo and sent it to our groupchat and said "come on guys". I had a tray or two in there and he said I won't find housemates as chill as this and was sure another housemate would have beaten me up by now before saying in all seriousness, he's surprised no one's suggested violence.
I once said also can we agree on our dishes schedule and he tagged another housemate in a comment saying a "fight is loving"
One time people left food in the sink and I said "can people not leave food in the sink we have a trash for reason" and he said I mix up recycling sometimes and left powder and crumbs on the stove. When I said I'd be better he said he seriously recommends violence with my housemates cuz he's afraid I'll say the wrong thing to the wrong person and when I said his comments make me uncomfortable, his response was "Just a suggestion in case your comments might drive someone over the edge"
Claims we could have used his coffee maker but he doesn't value any of our lives worth more than a bill and if we break it, we'll have problems
And this was his "apology": "I'm sorry if I made you feel like someone was going to fight you. I was just highlighting that your comments provoke."
Even after another housemate talked to him and told him to take seriously the things he says and it doesn't sound like a joke, before we left, he got upset as ketchup was put on his shelf and it spilled and he said not to do it. My brother recently moved in and did not know about the ruling and put ketchup there and he found out and was like " F*ck me with me one more time" and said he was on the edge and just asking for respect. I explained why it happened and he said its understandable but he is still on the edge regardless. Keep in mind he previously recommended violence in case my comments about dishes "drove someone over the edge"
I thought it was creepy and he sounded pretty unhinged and violent. Nothing happened overall but had me wondering was he violent possibly

A Review of Golf Courses in Austin Texas
As in the title, this is a review of the golf courses in Austin. However it is not about course conditions, difficulty or enjoyability, this is strictly a review on the turtle sightings on each course which is why we all play.
Here are the parameters. 🐢indicates zero turtle sightings and a low potential for turtles. 🐢🐢2 indicates zero or few sightings but a potential for more turtles 🐢🐢🐢indicates some turtle sightings with a potential for more. 🐢🐢🐢🐢 indicates a large quantity of turtle sightings and a potential for variety 🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢 indicates a large quantity, healthy habitat, and a variety of species.
Lions: 🐢🐢 Sadly, there were no sightings in the peak of Spring to Summer. However, the back nine has 5 holes with water. Sadly, most of which seems quite still.
Roy Kizer & Jimmy Clay: 🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢 These municipal courses offer the widest variety of wildlife peacre than any of the other courses. Not only will you witness graceful dives of the local sliders and softshells that live here, but also turkeys, deer, ducks, and snakes. The cost per round for both of these adjacent courses are certainly worth a herpetologists playthrough. Although these may not be the best courses for total quantity of turtles, they certainly support the variety to keep a turtle gazers focus off of their tee shots and on the banks of a pond for some sweet sunbathing shell lads/lasses.
Terravista: 🐢🐢🐢 This course unfortunately has the pitfall of a deceitful scorecard. Many of the holes claim to have water but these are not exactly reliable. However, this course has some decent ponds/lakes that sustain a year round population of turtles. Miss the fairway on hole 12 with your diver and your ball will roll gently down the slope towards the pond where many skittish terrapins reside who would enjoy a strawberry or a leaf of cabbage.
Forest Creek: 🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢 This course is the best turtle friendly course in the area. 6 holes featuring water hazards and all of them were a smattering of sunbathing friends. The species varied across all the usual suspects but the star of the show was the large amount of Texas Spiny Softshell Turtles. There were 2 of those softshells that were the size of a large pizza and this was truly a delightful sighting. If you like to golf, this course is perfect for you to “shank” one near the bank to get a closer look at all these amazing turtle bros and lady bros.
Hancock: 🐢🐢🐢🐢 This historic course is only a 9 hole and it is smack dab in the middle of Austin but this course had it all. 5 holes had water features that has consistent depth and life surrounding it. This course also was home to 3 different species that were visible including a very large Snapping Turtle and a few Texas Spiny Softshell turtles. The only reason this course does not get the fifth turtle is for the sheer quantity since the water available is more limited.
Lago Vista: 🐢 The score card indicates 5 holes with water features but there is only 1 real hole with a water feature. This is a man made pod with a fountain that is small enough for a gimmick but too small to support a turtle population that would make this course worth it. Golf wise, we know this course is lacking by all measures but turtle wise it is just as poor.
Riverside: 🐢 This course has only about 3 real holes with water features on them indicated by the scorecard. Sadly, having played this course before and after rains, these features are mostly dry as a bone or not sustaining enough water to entice the habitation of our shelled friends.
Star Ranch: 🐢🐢🐢 This course has 6 holes that have water feature and there were some decent sightings of turtles. The sightings were extremely limited to Red Eared Sliders and the quantity was lacking on some holes all together. The potential however is high since there are some larger bodies of water that are consistent and support other life. Sadly, the hard shell truth is that this is a very pricy course and the turtles were less populous as they could have been.
Crystal Falls:🐢🐢 This course indicates 13 of 18 holes that have water features. Sadly, this is incredibly misleading. This course is stacked in a fun area of Leander geographically with some fun elevation changes that could allow for some decent lakes, ponds, and running water. Sadly, most of the water indicated on the scorecard are there as a potential for vernal rainfalls and not really an accurate depiction of consistent water. I recently played this course this spring and even after consistent and decent rainfall for the year, the standing water was scarce. Turtles were seen at some of the ponds and lakes but for this course to receive a higher score, the rain fall and standing water would need to be more consistent to support the diverse turtle species and awesome quantity that the hill country can sustain.
Courses that I have not played to review but will be adding as soon as I can play them. Shadow Glenn, Avery Ranch, Falcon Head, Mo Willy.
If you have suggestions for particularly Turtle featuring courses, please comment.

Recap-10-6 MLB...Hope you made a lot of money! 1240-1022 all sports YTD
MLB=10-6 Sunday, 8-3 Saturday, 9-6 Friday, 7-4 Thurs, 338-300 YTD
Tampa -130-W
Tigers +100-W
Orioles -145-W
Nationals -105-L (lose on a walk off)
Twins +100-L
Giants -125-L
Yankees -135-W
Cubs -1 -106-L
Arizona Diamondbacks -116-W
Rangers/O's over 9-105-L
Houston/Oakland Over 8-W
Cincy/Chicago over 7.5-W
Yanks/Padres over 7.5 -105-W
Washington/KC over 9-L
Dodgers/Rays over 20.5 Live 4th inning-W
Braves/Phils Over 9-105-W
NBA=1-1 Sat, 145-118 YTD-Picks later
NHL 1-1 Sat, 140-116YTD-Picks later
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Nothing is intentional, it all dies, and ultimately, nothing will matter.
Here we are, just monkeys clinging to a ball of dirt being hurtled through a universe so vast that we might as well be a grain of dust between beach sand. No purpose, no reason, no long-term expectations... We are not guided to a fate. We are not entitled to anything. No one is keeping score of anything we do.
We. Do. Not. Matter... and within that is true freedom.
Here we are. Flecks of nothing, gazing into all of existence with nothing to do but experience it until oblivion returns us to nothing. What a powerful thing that can be to accept you are part of an eternal nothing that is taking a break to be something.
Fireworks are loud, violent, and short-lived. No one really thinks about them once the smoke has cleared until the next event comes around. Yet, everyone takes notice of them when they are happening. We see the explosion of light, we hear the crackles and whistles as the vibrations boom in our chests. For better or worse, everyone takes notice of Fireworks.
People and Fireworks, man... they don't last long but what a sight to behold. What a boom. What a show.
It's OK to enjoy the show even if it doesn't matter. Hell, it's even easier because you have no part to play but observer. So relax. Enjoy the show because when it's over, you don't get to see another one.
So, what are you going to do? How are you going to live? Are you going to get what you want while you want it, or just get old and die?

Re: mobile homes. I know. I'm doing my due diligence to avoid poverty traps.
Paragraphs of details since it's important, I'll bold where it ends and my question begins.
I went through major housing instability in my 20s after the passing of my mom and loss of our home right before I graduated high school. I was fine for a couple years and found stable living and work, but now I'm right back in that instability due to both physical, mental, and possibly even neurological disability. I can't work at all, and three doctors have told me I should get on SSI, so I'm applying at the end of July once I have all my documentation.
My state disability runs out July 1st, at which point I'll have to start pulling from a Trust to pay rent (1k$ for a room). I need to move back to my home state of PA for cheaper living and to be near my support network.
My Trust was established by my grandparents who were by no means wealthy. It's irrevocable meaning once it's set up it can't be taken back and all assets HAVE to go to me, the only beneficiary. The Trustee is a financial planner who was a family friend. Basically, it's not money I have free access to, she distributes funds in my best interests.
SSI will be 914$/yr, increasing every year. I do not qualify for other programs, which means that supplemental income and it's restrictions is all I can live off of.
With the legal stuff out of the way- she said that I can get a mobile home up in a park to 75k$. Which is reasonable and there's routinely a few that are still in SSI-friendly parks at any given time. We would be doing cash offer, so no financing, which is appealing to sellers.
But- now she's telling me that she wants me to find a place to rent first so I can look at the mobile homes before I buy them. I would -never- buy or even rent any place sight unseen, and my local friend's mom was willing to help by doing the tours in my stead with me on video call.
I have no job and can't work, I am not even on Social Security yet and it could be months to years before I'm approved. My only source of income to show to a landlord or rental agency is a Trust I do not own and don't have any power to withdraw directly from. The most I could give them is a Proof of Income letter from her as the Trustee who is also a registered Certified Financial Planner.
Complexes and property management companies typically aren't going to budge on their income policies. Other Redditors say that I can look into independently owned rental properties that are more willing and able to listen to my situation, and I can also look into another room rental, but then we run into a series of fun new roadblocks:
-Is it on an upper or lower level, or would require me to walk/drive to or use a full flight of stairs for laundry? Can't rent it. -Is it strictly no pets as independent landlords aren't beholden to FHA/ADA policies on ESA's? Can't rent it. -Are the owners (for room rentals) going to discriminate against me for being a trans person? Can't rent it. -I'm autistic- am I going to live with younger kids or people who like to throw loud parties or make a lot of noise that I can't muffle or avoid? Can't rent it.
(Also if it's furnished and has no storage space, I'm going to need to rent storage for my stuff which is another cost, as is having to move all my belongings a second time.)
The chances of me getting a mobile home without running into income and accessibility roadblocks is exponentially higher than the chances of me getting an apartment or other rental without those blocks.
So should I-
Keep looking for a rental that will accommodate a trans person with an ESA and noise sensitivity, who can't use a full flight of stairs in an area that has a lot of multi-level old buildings, and whose only source of income is being the beneficiary of a Trust and can only verify my reliability with a 680 credit score and a Proof of Funds from the Trustee.
-or-
Try to convince the Trustee that it's going to be easier and cheaper in the long run for me to just use my resources back in PA to get a mobile home and move directly to it, and that I trust the people I have out there to be able to do all the necessary things I would be doing if I were there like checking plumbing, looking for damages not shown in photos, inspecting for smells of smoke, pet, or water damage, etc.

((Credit goes to the one and only u/SpacePaladin15 for his Nature of Predators story upon which this is based! Still getting used to the formatting, but I think I am getting the hang of it!)) FIRST // PREVIOUS // NEXT
Memory transcription subject: Arxur exchange subject Syle
Date [standardized human time]: October 20, 2136
I don’t know which was a bigger pain in my tail. Jack, the shots, or these gnashing seats! There is nowhere for my tail to go and this cheap helicopter keeps bouncing all over the place! Sure, we had to use a civilian model to hide something was up, but could they at least have brought in a fancy one!
Ah well. The view is fantastic though. Gorgeous mountains as far as the eye could see. The valley was full of little towns and cities here and there, but it was mostly forest! One human called it a “park,” but my translator didn’t really have much to say about it. All I knew is that I had rarely seen so much green in my life!
Soon we went towards one of the taller mountains deeper in the wooded areas. Jack said something about being in his family a very long time, about how the park grew around it, and more but I couldn’t give a venlil shit about it yet. I was just busy… looking.
All my missions had been in cities since my small size let me hunt better there. Sure there were some hunts and collections that took place in more sparsely populated areas like this, but I never got to see them. Didn’t help I hatched on a ship and spent pretty much my whole life spacebound.
Soon we settled into a long, but pretty thin grassy area by a house. There was a long road made of loose rocks going down the mountains nearby and at the other end of the grass was a bunch of metal, wood, and more with a large pile of dirt and wood behind them. The house itself was HUGE! At least by my standards. It had two super large bay doors on one side, a wooden covered platform to stand guard, two floors with one huge window, and a orange-red stone pipe on the side pointing up, probably so one could have a fire inside. The sides were clearly made of trees stacked on their sides. A “log cabin” the pilot said.
Well, it's my home now. I wonder who else lives here? Its a barracks big enough for quite a few families.
As we climbed out of the helicopter I kept expecting someone to come out, but nobody did. “Hey Jack! Who else lives here?” I screamed out as the helicopter slowly lifted away. Gnashing thing was as loud as a krakotl! “Just me!” He called back as the helicopter floated away.
“Venlil shit. Who else?” I turned to him and crossed my arms. No way this complex was for one man!
“You now.” He said with a shrug as he walked to the door. He had changed into those blue pants and the small top that humans called a “t-shirt.” His other clothes and gear had been put in his car. “No really! I know its big, but hey, inheritance.” He bared his teeth in that “smile” andmade an odd noise. Laughing? “Welcome home. Besides, not like the gov would want anyone else knowing you are here. The basement is full of junk and guns and shit. Don’t worry about that. Upstairs is just my study and office.”
The first room was rather large. It had a TV, a place for a fire, a large and long chair made of animal skin, and a bunch of devices by the TV. In the next room was a kitchen that was far larger than I was used to. I read that humans prefer to “cook” food, but didn’t expect there to be so many tools to do it with.
“Rooms are down the hall.” He explained as he sat down on the long chair with a grunt. “Ohhh fuck yes. Here. Take a seat.” He patted the skin chair by himself and I sat down on the far side of it.
Oh. OH. Oh betterment this is heaven! The chair is cold, yes, but I thought it was just bloated! It was like sitting on what I thought a bed made of venlil fur felt like! I hissed and let my eyes close as I sunk into its embrace. As I relaxed for… probably the first time in my life really I listened and heard nothing.
No screaming sentients being butchered or eaten.
No tiny brained hunters arguing.
No engine or mechanical noises.
Silence besides some animals and the wind.
I could feel the long chair move a bit as the human clearly wanted to talk to me, but he didn’t. He let me just relax for awhile before getting up and leaving me in this bliss. I could feel my tail curling before I started to feel the cold air tickle my scales. Before I could complain though I heard doors opening and shutting followed by a smell.
FOOD.
My eyes shot open in time to see the human walking in with a bowl of red meat. Fresh. Red. Meat. I paused and looked up at him. This was a whole day’s rations. No! TWO days rations! In one bowl! I didn’t even know what it was from!
“It's just some cuts of venison I was planning on making a stew out of later. Nothing too fancy. OH! That is deer by the way. Non sentient.” He explained before putting the whole bowl in my lap. “It's not cooked or seasoned, but figured you would want something simple to start with.” He explained before sitting back down.
Mine? MINE!
Chunk after chunk of meat met my mouth. My teeth tearing into the soft, cold flesh. It was the best meat I had ever tasted in my LIFE! No taste of the fear, no shame of knowing something that thought suffered for this, and the taste alone! I had no words! I hissed as my tail went nuts. I ate and ate until the bowl was empty.
But by the prophet I was full. No. The prophet, betterment, hunters, it could all ROT for all I care! I closed my eyes again and relaxed. The human could slit my throat right now and I would be okay. My belly was full for the first time in my life. Not only that, but it was full of meat I didn’t feel horrible about. The chair I was in was the best thing I had ever sat on and nobody was screaming near me or looking for a reason to call me defective.
Did one of those shots kill me? This was too good to be life!
He let me lay there for a bit, my tail happily thumping as he started to set up a fire. Soon the room was warm with wonderful smells as well. This. This was almost too much.
Two of what humans called hours passed and I woke back up with a happy hiss. The night was starting to fall and the human was relaxed by me in looser fitting clothing that looked soft. I was covered in a blanket that felt like it was woven out of venlil fur and somehow the chair had tilted back and raised up the bottom to hold my feet and legs up.
He was tapping away on his datapad before looking over at me with a grin. “Hey, how do you feel?” He asked before looking back to his pad. His voice was soft, gentle, and sure even I could pick up on his amusement, but like rot I was going to care.
“Mmmf. Amazing.” My noises were… not intimidating at all, but for some reason he stiffened just a little. Weird, but it is my human. “If all the species in the galaxy knew of life like this I bet humans would have lines volunteer for even slavery.” I chuckled a bit before closing my eyes.
“Hm… probably not the slavery bit, but I do live comfy out here.” He chuckled a bit. “Hey, I am talking to random aliens on this app and a krakotl has the username “Firebird.” She is an exterminator so she just combined her job with what her species is. Gunna tell her about the mythical beast the phoenix.” He was already acting so casually around me. Guess seeing me sleep for so long made him drop his guard.
Not going to ruin this for ANYTHING though. Want more.
Wait. “Wait? You said a Krakotl exterminator? They are willing to talk to you? YOU are willing to talk to THEM after what they did to your kind?” I sat up and the chair returned to its normal setup. My eyes locked on his, there was no way he would be chatting with something like that!
“Yup.” He raised and lowered his shoulders again before tapping the top of his pad. “She didn’t attack us, just some crazy asshole of the same species. She wants to learn more about predators actually.” He explained. “It would be like me blaming you for what happened with the cradle. I read your empathy tests by the way. I know you didn’t like it.” His voice was calm, slow, gentle. Casually explaining to me he was talking with someone who should be both our enemy! Then again, I should be his. But here I am, just waking up from a short sleep on his comfy long-chair after he fed me.
Gnash it. Not going to worry about it.
“So… human… What are your plans for me?” I finally asked. No way he was just going to take me in like this without some sort of hard labor planned for me.
“Well. tonight and tomorrow get you settled in and teach you about human living.” Here it comes. The labor. “Then I will start setting you up with hunting lessons so you can help me hunt while I show you more things humans like.”
That wasn’t labor, that was more relaxing!
“So wait.” I pointed a claw at him as I narrowed my eyes. This was too good. “You just want to relax with me, teach me about human things, and spend time with me?”
His head moved up and down. “Yup. This is an exchange program. Not the prisoner kind either. We are here to learn about each other’s species. That, and make sure you don’t die.” He made that soft laughing noise again.
I sat back in the long chair again and stared at the ceiling. “So you have an Arxur female just in her prime, and you want to just… relax with her? You could do anything you want, make me do anything you want, and you just want to live with her?” I could barely believe it.
“Yup.” He nodded. “We don’t believe in slavery as humans. Fought wars to end it even.” He then went quiet for a few moments as his eyes went wide.
“Wait. FEMALE!?” He yelled out in clear surprise.
He didn’t know I was a girl!?
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I've been an ostomate since 2020 after an emergency colectomy. After living with UC for many years I was no stranger to the toilet in my home needing extra and more frequent attention. However, the ileostomy is at a whole other level for me; the toilet constantly needs a scrub down.
Splashing from the bowl, the output itself when it's liquid, or gas in the pouch all contribute to the problem. Paper over the water and squatting down aren't enough. How do you deal?

Welcome to the weekly AlgorandOfficial subreddit recap megathread. Here you can find a recap of last week's posts, with a minimum score of 5 and grouped by flair and sorted by score. S = Score, R = Ratio, C = Comments. Enjoy!
DevelopeTech - Next week there will be an online bootcamp for intermediate Algorand developers S: 20, R: 1.0, C: 0 - NFT purchaser site. Best Wallet. Best Alt token/coin purchase. S: 15, R: 0.94, C: 3 - Genuine community question without FUD S: 12, R: 0.67, C: 16
Education - TUM-ACE-SUPPRA - Private Compute on Permissionless Blockchains, Hugo Krawczyk (Algorand Foundation) S: 8, R: 0.91, C: 0
Event/Livestream - Can Algorand Keep Up with Ethereum? S: 36, R: 0.94, C: 5 - Join us LIVE NOW for our 3rd Algorand Assembly Call S: 23, R: 0.94, C: 0 - Today at 12pm ET: Staci will be joining the Real Vision Crypto Daily Briefing with Ash Bennington to chat about Algorand and what's in store for the future of crypto S: 15, R: 0.9, C: 1 - Opulous Twitter Spaces AMA - Today 6 PM UTC S: 12, R: 0.85, C: 3 - Tomorrow: Global Community Call S: 10, R: 0.92, C: 1
Exchange/Wallet - How do we get Trezor to add algo and Pera to add Trezor? S: 24, R: 0.87, C: 18
Governance - Vote coming soon S: 49, R: 0.9, C: 2 - Staci: We at the foundation don't think about price at all! S: 35, R: 0.8, C: 43 - Algorand Forum now has an xGov category S: 29, R: 1.0, C: 0 - GP7 Gen Gov DRAFT Measure Breakdown S: 21, R: 0.92, C: 2 - Delegated - PPoS, Block Rewards and Community/dApps nodes S: 11, R: 0.92, C: 5 - New xGov proposal for 3rd person shooter and more! S: 7, R: 0.82, C: 0
Important - Algorand Assembly Call #3, May 24th 2023 S: 12, R: 0.94, C: 0
Megathread - Exploring the Trust Dynamics: Hardware Wallet Company vs. Cryptocurrency Development Team S: 16, R: 1.0, C: 7 - AlgorandOfficial Weekly Recap: May 15 - May 22 2023 S: 8, R: 1.0, C: 2
NFT/Gaming - New Story-Based NFT Platform, Twine S: 19, R: 0.89, C: 6 - This Week In Algorand Gaming (May 22, 2023) S: 6, R: 1.0, C: 0
News/Media - Algorand Surpasses Top Layer1s in Speed with its Latest Upgrade S: 153, R: 0.98, C: 25 - TPS upgrade about to hit Betanet S: 65, R: 0.96, C: 32 - Opulous MFT platform is now live. Fans can now buy MFTs from a range of artists to share in royalties from the music's performance S: 59, R: 0.97, C: 26 - You can now move ALGO between Uphold and external wallets S: 53, R: 0.98, C: 6 - Mysterious wallet now holds 392M Algos S: 38, R: 0.89, C: 18 - Recently CoinDesk got to sit down and talk with Min Wei, EVP of Ecosystem Growth at the Algorand Foundation, about the exciting developments happening on Algorand S: 35, R: 0.94, C: 10 - The first Opulous MFT sale goes live today S: 31, R: 0.87, C: 3 - Algo Foundry: Foundry Talks Twitter Spaces - Throwback Thursday! Developing on Algorand with Polynize founder Shourov and engineer Simon (January 26th) - Link & Info in comments S: 26, R: 0.9, C: 1 - Join forces with Algo Foundry Studio and turn your idea into reality! We enable founders to focus on creating and building. Our resources, playbooks, systems, talent, network, and capital accelerate ideas by simplifying and optimising the company creation process. Link in comments. S: 18, R: 0.86, C: 1 - Staci Warden now live at Real Vision! S: 17, R: 0.9, C: 2 - Algorand benefits S: 11, R: 0.82, C: 1 - TUM-ACE-SUPPRA held the TUM Blockchain Salon event last week with some interesting lectures S: 6, R: 1.0, C: 0
Question - Thoughts on Bringing EUROC to Algorand? S: 51, R: 0.93, C: 9 - What occurs when all algos have been distributed and the fees generated are insufficient to sustain the growth and development of the protocol? S: 28, R: 0.94, C: 14 - Question about make/use. S: 11, R: 0.87, C: 4 - Is there a reason why Algorand Foundation refuses to promote Opulous? S: 9, R: 0.59, C: 41 - Feedback requested: launching our new State of Algorand daily report S: 8, R: 1.0, C: 0
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