Eyebrow tinting near me

"I wish I'd taken the donations I collected for 'moving costs' and actually used them to move instead of buying booze addys and Olive Garden".
She was raising money to move a good 6+ months before the choice to live there was taken away from her and she finally left (so over a year ago). Think about how different her life would be right now if she'd just NOT misappropriated that money. All that evidence that S collected of her behavior wouldn't exist so she wouldn't be fighting for custody. She'd have never been arrested. Or failing that, imagine if she'd just moved out when she did and not gifted her ex neighbors one more second of her time. They were no longer her neighbors in August, and all her excuses for this drama like M playing loud music and security cameras pointed near her yard, none of that has existed since fcking JULY. It's not hard to think of a million different ways she could have helped her situation because I truly believe she's incapable of making good choices. If she stopped this dumb shit right now AT LEAST a year from now she'd be able to say she hasn't done anything to J& M in a year. This is what's so frustrating about people offering Tara "support"; every time she makes a video about J&M or the court case (she's also been ordered not to talk about the custody case btw) she is making a new PO violation. And then these people comment some dumb questions or again, "support" and every time she responds that's ANOTHER violation. And the fact that someone commented means that her victims attorney has something to point at and say, "see she has convinced people of untruths about my clients". She can't even claim to be doing no harm if people believe what she says about J&M. The irony of her thinking reddit has done something to her when all any of us have done is see this situation for what it really is. While her followers, some of whom I know mean well, egg her on& participate in her delusions.
*She has a PO against her that is not going anywhere. *She needs to leave the people with the PO alone. In every sense. Forever. *If she doesn't leave them alone her life will be garbage, no hope of anything better. So follow her for 3, 6, 9 months or follow her for the next 3 years, but know that if she is STILL talking about old neighbors she will still be homeless, still be jobless, still not have her children. You will see no improvement in Tara's situation until she leaves J&M alone. I promise you that, having been following this shit for like 2 years myself watching her life steadily decline. If you don't believe me, meet me back at this post in 6 months and let's talk about how she's doing...

My mom, dad, and sister along with her husband and two children are in a much different financial situation than my husband and I (also have two children). They, for the last couple years have gone on multiple vacations together and majority of the time give me a pity invite.
This last one I voiced my feelings (something I’m trying to do better at, and it’s hard because my family has always voiced that I am “too sensitive/emotional”) by saying it for sure bums me out that they plan these trips then invite me last minute. And that I wish I could be involved in the planning process to maybe find a happy medium where my family can afford it.
My sister, who then later told me our parents weren’t going on the trip because of me. Which she’s known for her low-blows, but I’ve clearly been working around this my whole life.
That comment hurt, but I expressed that a lot of my emotions were “me issues and I don’t want a trip not to happen because of my feelings”
Didn’t talk about it again for 2 months until my sister and mom took me out to lunch which to my surprise I think was a way for them to sweeten me up because they started talking about the trip as if I already knew they were going. Sister also asked me to watch her dog.
I’m not upset about the trip much anymore but since they left for the trip I haven’t heard from them one single time. (That’s a lie, my sister sent me one text asking how her dog was doing).
I am use to talking to my family nearly everyday and now I’m feeling the feelings again. I am somehow convincing myself that I am overreacting and it’s obviously harder to talk to people when your on vacation.
But I cannot help but feel abandoned yet having a hard time understanding my feelings.
Can someone help explain why I am feeling like this?

Okay so I looked this up in the sub and I didn't really find anything besides how much time you should take off of work.
So, context: I don't have stage 2 scheduled yet. My surgeon and both agreed based on my recovery the first 2 months that it should happen sometime in July. Our appointment to follow up and get it officially scheduled is in late May. I have had some minor complications and I don't know what the recovery timeline will look like or even what will be necessary to fix stuff. All of that is stuff I'm discussing with him in May.
I know that stage 2 for full meta (upper labia removed, monsplasty, and testicular implants) is a very easy recovery and should only take a few days to a week before you're able to essentially take care of yourself. I'm assuming that means you only need a caretaker while you're on painkillers, basically. However, I'm not having just that stuff done and I truly have no idea what the timeline would look like for the rest of it. I also don't know if I'm going to have a catheter again, and if I do I'm absolutely going to need a caretaker because I had some complications with mine after stage 1.
The issue: My wife and her best friend want to go to a concert on August 5th. That would mean her best friend would be staying with us for a few days (they live 1500 miles apart). Normally this wouldn't be an issue, but I have no idea when in July my surgery is going to be or how long I'm going to need my wife to take care of me. My wife looked at tour dates at cities near us later in the month, but this is their only concert anywhere near us. One of the dates (August 23rd) is in the state most of her family lives in and I suggested she go there for a week or so to visit her family and her friend can meet her there. She said the reason she thought it might be okay is because she'd only be gone for a few hours and she doesn't feel comfortable being gone longer than that while I'm recovering. She clearly thought about it before bringing it up, she just hadn't thought about how uncomfortable I'd be having someone I don't know very well around while recovering from bottom surgery or how she'd be sort of unavailable while her friend is here since they haven't seen each other in over a year. I asked if she could wait until after my appointment in May and she said the tickets would probably be sold out.
Now my question: What would you do? Would you just say "fuck it" and have her get the tickets for August 5th? That's what I'm tempted to do, but I don't know if I'd actually be okay to have someone here or not and there are people in this sub who have had a rough recovery from stage 2 who can offer their perspective.

I have decided to retire from competitive League of Legends. The reason for retiring is that I have realized there are important aspects of my life that have been stunted due to my professional career and it is important for me to not push them aside any longer.
I want to thank all my fans for supporting me these last 8 years but this chapter of my life is now over and the next step is beginning. I am still considering what I will do in the future but coaching, casting, playtesting, streaming, or school are the most likely but new opportunities may arise that change that. In the near future I will continue to stream and may do costreaming/liveviewing of LCS or other leagues.
I want to thank IMT staff for helping me through this difficult period of time and also for all the good memories that we had together. I want to thank all my teammates, coaches, managers, and team staff past and present for making these last 8 years a dream come true.
https://www.twitlonger.com/show/n_1ss8tbu

https://twitter.com/Ablazeolive/status/1637952169335726084?s=20
From his twitlonger:
" I have decided to retire from competitive League of Legends. The reason for retiring is that I have realized there are important aspects of my life that have been stunted due to my professional career and it is important for me to not push them aside any longer.
I want to thank all my fans for supporting me these last 8 years but this chapter of my life is now over and the next step is beginning. I am still considering what I will do in the future but coaching, casting, playtesting, streaming, or school are the most likely but new opportunities may arise that change that. In the near future I will continue to stream and may do costreaming/liveviewing of LCS or other leagues.
I want to thank IMT staff for helping me through this difficult period of time and also for all the good memories that we had together. I want to thank all my teammates, coaches, managers, and team staff past and present for making these last 8 years a dream come true. "
Shame that he has officially retired from competitive play so suddenly, really sad. Crazy to think like 1/2 years ago he was playing on Golden Guardians pretty damn well.

TLDR...I might have no business posting this...But I'm in the dark place, so I've just got to vent. I don't know if this will be reassuring or triggering to anyone. Yes, I struggle with health anxiety, I have a psychiatrist and therapist and am discussing this with them. And since none of you can diagnose me, I don't know what I'm asking for here. Just sympathetic ears, if nothing else.
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I've been twitching for about 12 years. Feet and calves pretty much 24/7, with a couple specific hot spots. I've got one hotspot on the bottom of my right foot that will not shut up. I have no noticeable decline in function. So presumably, this timeline is on my side. I even did a round of physical therapy last year for a knee issue, and had no problems.
I went through a series of neuro workups about 10 years ago, including an EMG which showed an abnormality in my calf muscle, but the neurologist wasn't concerned about it and thought it was more likely a pinched nerve. I decided to seek a second opinion, and got used to the twitches. I decided to wait-and-see, and eventually chalked it up to the standard culprits - in particular stress/anxiety. (Yes, shame on me for assuming this.) While constant, the intensity has seemed to wax and wane, so that reassured me.
Fast forward to this year..I casually remind my GP about the twitches at a checkup. He'd usually just remind me to stay hydrated and take my meds. This time, he gives me a curious look and asks how long it's been going on. He doesn't freak out, he's likewise confident the timeline points away from anything sinister, but he suggests I discuss it with a neurologist in the near future.
I'm second-guessing everything now - has the twitching gotten worse overall and I didn't notice, are the things I blamed them on (sleep, caffeine) not really correlated at all, etc.? I've been noted to have brisk reflexes before, too. I'll probably end up going back through all the neurology hoops again and get another EMG. The anxiety leading into and during will be off the charts. In the meantime, I guess I just need to vent to sympathetic ears, as I have few available to me. And, yes, I'm aware this is largely my fault for not following up with the original neuro.
Thanks any and all for reading.

I think about food more than anyone I've ever met. It's nonstop, all day every day. Counting every single calorie, meticulously planning every meal... then losing control and binging with ungodly amounts of fast food. I was diagnosed with high cholesterol at 16 because I ate McDonalds nearly every night after work. It took me almost 15 years of struggling before my therapist suggested I might actually have BED. It never even occurred to me that I could possibly have an eating disorder because I'm not overweight. I was "proud" that I had enough self control to maintain a reasonable weight even though my diet is slowly killing me and I'm spending hundreds every month on takeout just to fucking feel something for five minutes.
I was on the verge of a complete breakdown a couple weeks back after I slammed 4000 calories and still didn't feel full. I resolved to get help. My friend recently got prescribed semaglutide for weight loss. It's completely changed her life. Not only has she dropped 30 pounds, it has also stopped all of her compulsive behaviors. She no longer smokes or compulsively shops. She doesn't crave shitty, greasy food anymore. She's able to just eat a healthy meal, feel satisfied, and move the fuck on with her day. I have literally no idea what that's like.
The provider took one look at my weight on the form, rolled her eyes and rudely told me "Yeah. You definitely don't qualify." She cut me off repeatedly when I tried explaining I eat compulsively, that my cholesterol and BP are ridiculously high for someone my weight. She only said "I don't want to say you should gain more weight and then come back, but, well..." I almost burst into tears on the spot.
Why the fuck do I have to destroy my body even further to be deemed worthy of help? Therapy doesn't work. "Just eat nutritious foods!!" doesn't work. "Drinking more water" and "getting good sleep" doesn't work. I'm at my wits end and tired of the diet culture platitudes.

The shortest version of this story that I can come up with is that I really liked a guy who led me on before rejecting me in a very painful and embarrassing way. I have been really depressed about it since it happened three months ago, and in fact have had to start therapy and be put on antidepressants because of it. I am very much not doing well.
We have some mutual friends. One of them is a particularly good friend of mine. She noticed I was really down about something, and when I told her what happened, she was, in her words, "livid" with him. She made a point of yelling at him about what he did and how he did it. She even made him reach out to me to try to make things right by extending friendship to me, and the two of us did hang out once but I ended up telling him that what he did was too painful and I couldn't be friends with him. (As you can imagine, he didn't care.)
But, she's still friends with him. And she made a point of telling me that what happened between me and him wouldn't affect her friendship with him. I see the reason in that - this is ultimately my issue, not hers - but it has been very difficult for me to accept. My therapist suggested I tell her how I feel about this, and a few weeks ago I ended up telling her that it feels like a betrayal that she knows I'm suffering over what happened and still wants to be friends with the person who made me feel this way. She said she understood how I felt but wasn't going to stop being friends with him (but she also mentioned she hasn't seen him since she yelled at him, which was nearly two months ago so that's somewhat interesting). She's reached out to me a few times since then but I haven't reached back other than to say hi very briefly.
I recognize that part (or maybe most) of why I want her to stop being friends with him is that I want him to be punished for what he did - I want his actions to have consequences. It's unfair that he could hurt me so much and walk away with everything intact while I'm totally broken. And I'm sure there's an element of me wanting to exert control when I feel like I'm completely powerless. But it also makes me feel like my friend doesn't really have my back. And, I think having mutual friends and knowing they'll be hanging out with him and without me is prolonging my pain. I already pulled away from the one other mutual friend who knows about all of this, because she's very good friends with him and it makes me sick to my stomach that she knows what happened and still loves spending time with this guy.
So I don't think I can be friends with her anymore. There's just too much pain. Has anyone here been in a situation like this, where you got hurt by somebody and your friend(s) stayed friends with that person? How would you navigate this?
tldr: A good friend of mine is still friends with a guy who made me feel completely miserable by leading me on, and while she has tried to be supportive I'm not sure our friendship can survive this.

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Please don't message me on chat. I rarely check it, and I'd hate to have you think I was ignoring you
I'm not sure how to start this; I can't use the pet name I have for you, because I haven't called you it yet. I can't use your name, because I don't know it yet. I guess 'hi!' will have to do, though it doesn't feel anywhere near as fancy as it should for this.
I hope you're okay out there where you are. What's the weather like? Is it the cold chill of winter there, or is it the sweltering heat of somewhere tropical? Is it summer for you right now, while it's spring for me? What time is it? Are you in my future literally as well as figuratively? Are you somewhere in my past, doomed to be one step behind me until the very moment that you're not?
It's the time of year where we get a little introspective, the lonely ones; we wonder why we're lonely, wonder why we have to be alone, wonder if we'll still be like this next year. I say 'the time of year' like it's something special, but we both know, you and I, that every moment of every hour of every day is 'that time'. It's insidious, is that loneliness; it worms its way into all the corners of your heart and holds on tight. It whispers that you'll never find someone, love someone, have someone of your own. Don't you worry, my darling; you and I will have a love that will shout so loud we'll drown out those whispers, banish that loneliness, send that darkness packing. Only good vibes. Only light. Only love.
I'm going to assume- and I apologise, heart of my heart, for doing so- that you're a little bit broken somehow. That's okay. So am I. Like attracts like, right? We've got our quirks and foibles and imperfections, and I will love you despite- or perhaps because of- them, as you will love me for mine. Maybe life's been harder to you than you'd like. Maybe it is harder. Maybe you've taken the long way to some things that most people take the short way to. Maybe you've got your issues. Maybe you haven't.
It's okay.
You've weathered the storm this far, your soul adrift in the stormy sea of life; but it's okay, because I'm here, and I'll hold you close and walk into the eye of the storm with you. And together, hand in hand, we'll weather whatever comes our way, stronger together than we ever could be apart.
It's funny to say, but I love you already. Every little bit of you. I know, I know, I can't say that when I don't know you- but I will, my sweet. I will. And I will love you so fiercely, so intensely, with every piece of me.
I don't know where you are, when you are, who you are, but know this, my darling.
When you're ready to find me, I'll be right here waiting for you.
Yours already,
D.
If you want to listen as you read, there's a voice-read version here that's more or less the same: https://vocaroo.com/kpmQirnAoOm

For me it’s the 70’s. Until Vibranium the game still feels like anything goes and my dumb home-brews still get me cubes. Once I hit lvl 70 it’s meta and anti-meta net-decks nearly 100% of the time. Anyone else have a range when the game starts to homogenize for you?

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Please don't message me on chat. I rarely check it, and I'd hate to have you think I was ignoring you
I'm not sure how to start this; I can't use the pet name I have for you, because I haven't called you it yet. I can't use your name, because I don't know it yet. I guess 'hi!' will have to do, though it doesn't feel anywhere near as fancy as it should for this.
I hope you're okay out there where you are. What's the weather like? Is it the cold chill of winter there, or is it the sweltering heat of somewhere tropical? Is it summer for you right now, while it's spring for me? What time is it? Are you in my future literally as well as figuratively? Are you somewhere in my past, doomed to be one step behind me until the very moment that you're not?
It's the time of year where we get a little introspective, the lonely ones; we wonder why we're lonely, wonder why we have to be alone, wonder if we'll still be like this next year. I say 'the time of year' like it's something special, but we both know, you and I, that every moment of every hour of every day is 'that time'. It's insidious, is that loneliness; it worms its way into all the corners of your heart and holds on tight. It whispers that you'll never find someone, love someone, have someone of your own. Don't you worry, my darling; you and I will have a love that will shout so loud we'll drown out those whispers, banish that loneliness, send that darkness packing. Only good vibes. Only light. Only love.
I'm going to assume- and I apologise, heart of my heart, for doing so- that you're a little bit broken somehow. That's okay. So am I. Like attracts like, right? We've got our quirks and foibles and imperfections, and I will love you despite- or perhaps because of- them, as you will love me for mine. Maybe life's been harder to you than you'd like. Maybe it is harder. Maybe you've taken the long way to some things that most people take the short way to. Maybe you've got your issues. Maybe you haven't.
It's okay.
You've weathered the storm this far, your soul adrift in the stormy sea of life; but it's okay, because I'm here, and I'll hold you close and walk into the eye of the storm with you. And together, hand in hand, we'll weather whatever comes our way, stronger together than we ever could be apart.
It's funny to say, but I love you already. Every little bit of you. I know, I know, I can't say that when I don't know you- but I will, my sweet. I will. And I will love you so fiercely, so intensely, with every piece of me.
I don't know where you are, when you are, who you are, but know this, my darling.
When you're ready to find me, I'll be right here waiting for you.
Yours already,
D.
If you want to listen as you read, there's a voice-read version here that's more or less the same: https://vocaroo.com/kpmQirnAoOm

Hello! I run a channel that delivers videos (often historical) that are educational and entertaining. More specifically, Football/Soccer topics. I need an editor that will take my channel quality to the next level while also letting me focus my efforts more on growing the channel. To improve the video's quality, I need someone who can do some animations (like graphs or simple movements to explain concepts, even formations).
I would also like to implement vlog-style content in the near future.
Due to the nature of my content, I need an editor who can source visual content that will not put my channel at risk of copyright strikes. That being said: $40-50 per less than the 10-minute video is the price I'm able to pay. I'm looking for someone to help me grow the channel significantly. As it stands, this is a short-term work order. I post one video per week and would like to use an editor for four videos. If the quality is good, the videos are performing well, and our working relationship is productive, this could turn into a long-term contract.
If you would like a more specific idea of the work I'm looking for, DM me, and I can send you some examples of channels.

Up till the age of 90, my grandma was physically capable, walking around her neighborhood with her stroller. Mentally spry until a few weeks ago. Then at 92, just over three years ago, we had a scare during a family lunch at her house where she passed out unresponsive in her wheelchair. It ended up being due to low blood pressure but I had to call 911 in the moment. Since then, I kind of mentally and emotionally prepared myself that her days were numbered and she could die any day. Over the last few years, her physical health has slowly but surely declined to the point where for four weeks in January and February, she had to be hospitalized and spend time in a retirement center under supervision. When she’s at home, she’s not active at all. Only getting out of her recliner to go the bathroom or bedroom. It got to a point where a couple months ago, she couldn’t even get herself up out of her recliner and had to call one of my parents over, since they literally live next door. For her, she didn’t want in-home care or be at a “old person” center. She just wanted to get home. During those four weeks, because she had to have more physical activity than when she’s at home, she was easily able to get out of chairs and bed and such. Then a few weeks ago, she made it home….then got lazy again. My brother visited her on Thursday and noticed she was forgetting how to use the TV remote, a sign to him that she is started to losing her mental cognition. Saturday night, both of my parents called my grandma to confirm that he and my uncle (her two sons) were coming over to confirm the plans for the retirement community she was going to go to. She always resisted have an in-home provider or going to a community, but she seemed finally accepting of it.
Well, she changed her mind. My mom visited her at 12:40pm yesterday and found her sleeping and not responding to “mom.” My mom found a note on her stomach: “Love to all. I have to take my life as I cannot live alone. I have no regrets.”
I was next door at this time talking with my dad when my mom came back distraught, uttering the words of the note before we ran to her house. I ran and kneeled next to grandma’s recliner, grabbing her left arm to feel her pulse and looked at her face for any sign of breathing or life…but I knew immediately. She had breathed her last breath sometime in the past thirty minutes to a few hours. There were empty painkiller bottles close by her, and while we’ll learn in a few weeks, I suspect she took a lethal dose of the medication and comfortably and peacefully passed out and died.
I accepted and respected her decision while kneeling there. 95 years old with a family where everyone is healthy and doing well, and six great grandchildren. She was done with her life. She didn’t want to feel like a burden on anyone and chose to end her life.
My parents in the moment couldn’t believe it. I don’t think they could believe my grandma would have the balls to actually end her life, especially when in the last 72 hours, she showed no sign of “giving up” and based on the note, I think she came to this decision that very morning, knowing her sons were coming over later that day.
It’s been tough, but all of us are at peace. She lived 95 years, always in touch with family, and came to the point where she was done with life, as there was nothing left for her but to have to be cared for. And she got to end her life on her terms in probably the most ideal way to go - high as a kite at home.
For me, I don’t really grieve for grandma. She lived and loved for nearly a century and got to choose to end her own existence. I grieve for my dad and mom. Especially my mom. She was the unofficial caretaker for grandma the last thirty years after grandpa’s death. Naturally, my mom was distraught as we were there looking at her lifeless body and the thirty minutes after as I called 911 and spoke with the guys who came. As a child, it was mom who would comfort and console me, rubbing my back, rubbing my head and hair. Life came full circle. It was my turn to comfort and console momma, rubbing her back, rubbing her head and hair while she cried.
It was weird. I knew as soon as I grabbed her arm, there was no life. I entered this weird sense of calm and knew I needed to guide mom and dad through this event. I told my dad to call his brother, I called 911 and walked my mom to a different room while on the phone, told my dad to call one of my brothers while called the rest of my siblings, then went next door to get my mom a big glass of water.
I didn’t want to be emotional in front of family yesterday, so I finally got bawl my eyes out this morning. I knew if I wasn’t there, I don’t know how my mom and dad would’ve handled those 30 minutes after seeing my grandma’s body. I didn’t realize until today how much I compartmentalized my emotions all day, keeping calm for my parents, answering questions that I could answer from the firemen, cops, and coroner.
I’m feeling a lot better, but I can’t stop feeling grief for my parents and uncle. I’m sure I’ll feel better by the end of the week, or month, or year. But yeah, it was a heavy day.

Hey all, busking season is upon me and I am so very lucky to be able to play almost every day of the week until Autumn. Don't worry, I'm a professional and have been doing this kind of thing for nearly a decade, so I don't feel like I'm going to be overextending or anything.
I am wondering though, what is going to be the best practice for keeping my vocal cords squeaky clean throughout this time? I already have mostly cut out dairy from my diet and I'm going to completely cut it out this year, as well as most of my soda intake. Is there anything else I should look out for that can muck up vocal cords? I haven't had normal milk or peanut butter for years since I know those can both be issues.
Thanks for any info you guys have!

So a lot has happened to me over the last 6 months. I am going to art school AND working at the same time. I'm older and my parents aren't in position to help me out financially. I finished 1st year top of the class, kept working, and ended up getting a big gig near the beginning of the school year. This was supposed to last for a month or two, but prolonged itself into a 4 month nightmare, which took up almost all of my time. I got paid half of what I was owed and nearly killed myself getting to the end. After that some time passed, but I got robbed as someone broke into my appartment and stole my computer with 5 years worth of work on it. Around that time I also lost my personal documentation, by accident, so I had to get new ones, and then my bank account got frozen due to change of personal documents. I am taking it a bit easier on the work end at the moment. The problem that I'm facing is this: it has bled out into my school life. I draw little outside of what I have to do in school, and general inspiration has dropped. I am not satisfied with where I am at and I am not sure where to go from here at this moment. I do get support from friends and family, but school year keeps going forward, and I need to move forward with it. Honestly, I WANT TO. I really REALLY want to. I just don't know how to deal with this empty feeling in my head. I understand it's trauma and burnout, but I want to at least push myself for the next month to month and a half, as that's the end of the school year. How do I deal with it short term?
I do plan on giving myself a larger break after the school year is over in May, with a holiday or just... lazy days for a month.

Howdy fellow bicyclists,
Does anyone know of any charters to get from the Quad Cities to Sioux City? The QCBC near me is full. I'm trawling through the Ragbrai forums as well but they lack a search function.

Hello, fellow Redditors,
I have posted on this subreddit but never found a long-term friend so here I am giving it one more shot.
About me
I’m Michael 24 from Germany, I can speak 3 different languages but would most like to keep the conversation to English as I am a bit shy about the other two languages (German and Polish). I have struggled lately with friendships, I had a lot of downhill situations of people ghosting me or just pretty much pushing me off to the side to do stuff with other people all the time that is. I as well lost my job a few months ago because the company I worked at had financial issues. I kind of fell into a state of sadness not full depression but just sadness.
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Hobbies
I have a lot of different “hobbies”…
1- Music

• Underground Rap - $uicideboy$, Devilish Trio, Unavrange Gang, Ramirez, and many other
• Trance - I like to listen to a lot of old-school trance stuff so 90’s and early 2000s. I as well listen to newer trance with the combination of Meltrance and Psychedelic trance
• Rock - Rock music is something I have listened to a lot from the early 2000s to 60 and such as Rammstein, Black Sabbath, Deep Purple, Pink Floyd, Breakdown of Sanity, and many other bands.
• Other things I listen to - are Doomshop, Nightdrive Phonk, DnB, Liquid DnB, and many more

I as well make beats, mostly Trap/Rap stuff, but it’s only a hobby so nothing special.
2- Gaming
Most of the time I spend playing video games, I only play PC games. I don’t own any consoles and do not plan to buy any in the near future. I don’t have any specific genres of games I play, but to name a few stuff I play at the moment…

• War Thunder
• CsGo
• Mx Bikes
• Rocket League
• Escape from Tarkov

I own over 1000 games just on steam and not counting other launchers. I am really up to playing anything except for MOBAs as I never really could get into them. I do like the idea of playing a survival game at the moment.
3- Youtube
During my spare time when I am not playing video games, I like to watch youtube. I mostly like to watch exploring videos, conspiracy theories, language videos (Xiaomanyc), and other stuff
4- Other hobbies
Texting/Talking to people, text roleplaying, and some other smaller things.
Don’t worry if non of our hobbies are the same or similar as I am always willing to get into new things.
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What am I looking for?
I was really hoping to find a long-term friendship where the time zones don’t really matter, as well as the hobbies and such. Yes, hobbies make building friendships easier but I’m always willing to take a shot in the dark to get to know new people. I want this sadness to fade away.
I’m sorry if this post was boring/long as I was not sure what to add and what not to add. I thought putting in some effort and making the post more detailed would build a better picture of who I am. Thank you for reading and I hope to hear from you soon! Feel free to hit me up on Dm/Pms both work perfectly fine.

Hi. I’m looking to join a gym somewhere near town and I’m not keen on the idea of training alone as I find it a bit boring. I don’t know a lot of people here anymore as I stayed after uni and work here now. If anyone else is interested please let me know, I’m new to it all so if you don’t know much about the gym and exercise don’t worry because I don’t either haha, probably looking to go 3 or 4 times a week. Cheers

My situation is a bit complex so I’ll boil it down as much as I can. I was hoping there’d be an obvious answer to this dilemma but every other person I talk to has a differing opinion, so I’m trying to gather a consensus.
I’m 22 and have been living in London for nearly five years with my partner. When I left home I immediately started living with him and things were going great up until recently. Nothing ugly, but we just decided we wanted different things.
I started looking for a full-time job so I could move out (previously I was just doing part-time because it fit our lifestyle), and I’ve received a job offer. It’s enough to scrape by, not necessarily great for my wallet but it’s enough for what I need.
Meanwhile, my parents who live in a whole other part of the country in the countryside keep telling me I should just move back in with them. I don’t drive, so both my social and job prospects are basically ruined unless I got a remote position or learnt to drive, but my parents actively want me to come back and don’t understand why I haven’t just said yes immediately without hesitation.
So, there’s a few things going on in my head. Why should I suffer a 40-hour-a-week wage slave job to move into a box-sized apartment when I have no friends in the city and the only thing I really enjoy about it is the night life? If I can choose not to do that and potentially save up for a house at some point, why not just do that?
On the other hand, I really like my freedom, the idea of independence, and a fresh start. But pursuing that has more risk involved in terms of job security, rent security, etc., and I’m not sure if I’m mentally in the right headspace to do this and be alone.
So, I need some advice on which is the best option for me, because I can see the pros and cons to both and I’m running out of time to make a decision. Much love.
EDIT: Also I’d just like to say that I don’t take it for granted at all that this is a privileged position to be in and I have the luxury of this choice, though I’ve only recently rebuilt bridges with my parents after years of no-contact due to (now resolved) trauma.

I caught crazy having an affair in Nov of 2021 and filed a couple weeks later. Finally got my hearing date which will be in early May.
I documented every insane moment that led up to me filing. Her, completely passed out, puking, drunk driving with our kids in tow, smoking a joint and drinking a hard seltzer while driving with our kids in tow. 3 affairs in total (that I know of and can prove). Admitting to being suicidal. Admitting to have a substance abuse problem. The video of her attacking me which landed her in jail and the subsequent pictures I have from how she clawed up my fucking body, neck and face which left me looking like I got into a fight with some deranged super cat on steroids. I can’t tell you how many pictures and videos I have from about a 6 month span when she just completely spiraled outta control.
Was married 17 years. Walked a very painful road from when I first found out about the affair, to where I am today. And I got a lotta help from all of you poor bastards along the way; thank you guys.
From the moment I discovered the affair, I had this nasty pit in my stomach that would never go away. And it physically hurt. I took your guys’ advice from day 1. Exercise, eat healthy, revisit hobbies (started playing the drums again) and in time, it really works. But that pain in my gut never went away. But last week, when I finally got word that I had my hearing date, it completely went away. Gone. And hasn’t returned. I have finally reached the acceptance stage of the grieving process.
I couldn’t be more confident going into my hearing. She should be fucking terrified. And I fully understand I could still get fucked! But I’m at peace with the situation and truly looking forward to being legally unattached to this monster for the rest of my life. The time is nearing gentlemen for me to captain my own ship, free and unabated in life.
For you guys who are struggling right now, hang in there. It’s really not complicated. Exercise, eat healthy, see a therapist on the regular, revisit your old interests, work on yourself. You WILL get through it!