So, most of my life (27f) I have always loved the idea of sex. The closeness, the pleasure, the love etc has always been an interest of mine. I like sex scenes in books and tasteful ones in film etc. So now getting to my issue. I lost my virginity to a guy when I was 16 and didn't feel turned on, or any pleasure at all. At 19 I realised that I was gay, so I thought "okay, this has to be my problem. I will finally know what sex is supposed to be like. So when my first girlfriend and I had sex, I much preferred it to being with men. It felt right. But the first time, I was too nervous so I gave and declined her offer to reciprocate. (At this point in my life, I'm 20 and the only thing that has ever given me an orgasm is a vibrator. My own hand has never done anything for me) So I would get turned on by myslef, and I decided to practice for my gf so I would know what I liked. I tried my hand, fingering, and even a dildo and there was zero pleasure. A vibrator doesn't even feel amazing until I suddenly climax. So I began to think something was seriously wrong with me. So my gf and I had sex, and I let her go down on my while fingering. Zero pleasure. Our session ended with me crying. (I felt so ashamed and embarrassed) So fast forward to now, and I am with a different partner. She is the girl I want to marry but my lack of pleasure problem is even worse. Lately even a vibrator isn't always cutting it and if tries to help by playing with my nipples it does nothing. Idk what to do. I'm 27 and I've never truely felt what sex is supposed to feel like. Hell, at this point I'm questioning if I've ever been properly turned on. I will read fan fiction and feel something so I don't think I'm completely broken. But as soon ase or my partner go to do anything it's like my brain turns off my pleasure receptors or something. It's starting to really depress me, as I see my partner and how turned on she gets and how much she enjoys sex and I'm so envious. Idk what to do anymore. A part of me just feels like giving up.

Shrimpfella is an interesting character to me. I have mostly been lurking for a year, left for a few months, and came back. During that time I was on TikTok and would not stop getting his videos in my fyp and ended up blocking him to stop the onslaught of text storytelling. However I did notice that there were moments where Shrimp would say something reminiscent of 4tran. Should've connected the dots when I saw that this was a new regular poster, since that does align with the image he put up on TikTok of someone who cared about creating a reputation. I'm sure that it was his goal to become a recognized poster, which is easy enough to do if you brute force your way in by just frequently commenting and posting.
I did catch some of the TikTok fallout, but wasn't too invested in how that went down, not that 4channers would care very much about how TikTok trans people feel about him. Have mostly forgotten the gist of it though, I think something about weird interactions with someone on discord, but truly can't remember. Ever since I saw the comments left on the other posts about leaving TikTok and coming back to 4tran again I've felt mildly interested in watching what happens next. Maybe he'll go back to TikTok, but I secretly wonder whether that could be the cause of a containment breach where his fans discovered the types of things he posts about here. First thing to come to mind is the comments abt guro lol
Anyways, don't expect this to stay up very long. I delete everything I post or comment after a day or so.

Into The New World - An amazing debut song, a fan favorite as well Gee - A BIG hit OH! - Love the cheerleading outfits, catchy song too Run Devil Run - Simple choreo but a good song with 2 high notes by King Taeyeon Hoot - A catchy song but can’t explain why Mr. Taxi - Once again a fan of the outfits, Taeyeon’s high note- The Great Escape - Has a j-pop vibe but still feels like something SoShi would release, it also has an unfair line distribution- The Boys - A song with 3 versions in languages Paparazzi - A Japanese song with an amazing MV Flower Power - A catchy song where Sunny ACTUALLY gets lines I GOT A BOY - A mix of hybrid genres which is really catchy Karma Butterfly - I feel like this song has a retro vibe to it Galaxy Supernova – I feel like this song has another retroey vibe and I like it Mr.Mr. - When SoShi does what they do best - having good stable vocals Catch Me If You Can - A good synchronized choreo with 3 dance breaks by 3 different members, OG with Jessica in Japanese and in Korean w/o her Lion Heart - What I said about Mr.Mr. but w/o Sica this time and the small rap part You Think - One of the catchiest, has an amazing rap part and the meaning behind the song is amazing when you need it All Night - 2 members each have a part together also a catchy song Holiday - A very summer like song FOREVER 1 - A good comeback song after 5 years with a fair line distribution
Girls’ Generation - A catchy song that’s the same name as the group Show! Show! Show! - A really catchy song You-Aholic - “Psycho sexy super magic” Motorcycle - A song where Seohyun’s voice fits PERFECTLY! But Fany’s an honorable mention Soul - A good b-side for Mr.Mr., Taeyeon’s 4-5 high notes, Tiffany’s high note n rap- Show Girls - A song that was OG in japanese and with Jessica Sign - A very slow but calm song Fan - When you look at the meaning behind it, it’s really saying how much far SoShi has came Sweet Talk - A more (retroey?) song with a bit of that summer vibe Villain - “Call me the villain cause I’m busy killin’ it” You Better Run - A good continuation of Run Devil Run

ever since i was a kid i don’t think i’ve ever received a type of love. my biological father never was around and would abuse my mom and i and whether that meant physical or mental it was still abuse. i remember i would try to show him things i was proud of and the only response i can think of getting from him is him ignoring me and forcing me to do smth i didn’t want to do (not sa) like if i didnt listen to him to do stupid shit like dancing to bringing him smth then i would receive some kind of punishment like physical abuse or sm yelling to the point where i’m crying. my mom was scared of him and i don’t blame her for that so she was scared to even try to stand up for me but it still hurt yk? my mom was not ever home either after he left. she worked constantly and would come home late so i never got her love. the only times i got an “i love you” was when i was forced to say it. i relied on others to give me love and attention. i’ve went through so many ppl thinking they love me but in reality they don’t. they js simply don’t want me like that. i’m talking to this guy right now and i wrong want it to end up like that. hes showing to many red flags in ways where it’s hurting me but the thing is hes hurt as well. hes also never been shown how to love to be loved. i want to help him with that but i cant if he doesn’t love me. i can feel us fading. the one thing i cant simply understand is why is it so hard for me to be loved. am i boring? am i annoying? what’s up with me? i wish someone would js tell me. i’m quite literally begging at this point. it doesn’t make it any better that i’m only 16 and i’m already thinking abt why i can’t get the love i need and want. having someone try to manipulate me into worrying abt them and then showing me stuff i don’t want to see does not make it any better. i need to release that thank you.

Hey fellow PS5 enthusiasts!
I'm planning to upgrade the internal storage of my PS5, and after some research, I'm considering using the Samsung 980 Pro SSD with a heatsink. However, before making the final decision, I'd greatly appreciate your input and expertise. If you have any experience or knowledge regarding this upgrade, please help me out with the following questions:

1. Is the Samsung 980 Pro SSD with heatsink compatible with the PS5 console?
2. What is the storage capacity of the Samsung 980 Pro SSD, and is it sufficient for most gaming needs?
3. How does the performance of the Samsung 980 Pro SSD compare to the PS5's internal storage?
4. Does installing the Samsung 980 Pro SSD void the PS5 warranty?
5. Are there any specific installation steps or additional equipment required for installing the Samsung 980 Pro SSD in the PS5?
6. Have you encountered any challenges or risks when upgrading to a third-party SSD in the PS5?
7. How does the price of the Samsung 980 Pro SSD with heatsink compare to other compatible options?
8. Did you notice any impact on overall gaming performance or load times after installing an additional SSD?
9. Are there any limitations or compatibility issues when using the Samsung 980 Pro SSD with specific games or features?
10. Do you have any tips or recommended storage management practices for using a third-party SSD with the PS5?

Your insights and personal experiences would be incredibly helpful in making an informed decision. I'm also open to any alternative suggestions if you have successfully upgraded your PS5 storage with other SSD options.
Thank you so much in advance for your assistance and support!

A number of people have suggested that the mall found in "Beneath the Earth" could be part of some sort of alternate dimension, similar to the backrooms. I think it is based in reality.
The mall is part of a massive underground shelter that was built in secrecy at the height of the cold war, intended to support a small society in the event of a nuclear holocaust. What would something like that be designed to look like in 1980's America? Shopping malls, which came into popularity at the same time as the cold war, would have been a very obvious inspiration.
This explains why the mall is so far down, and it explains why the entrance from "Beneath the Earth" was sealed: this was a location that dwellers were intended to emerge from years into the future, hence the title of the first video, "Renewal," which shows a man that appears to have recently emerged from the shelter (and also seemingly tainted from colloidal silver?).
Making long entrances that turn 90 degrees partway through, as the staircase does, is a real strategy that is included in bomb shelter designs, because it reduces the likelihood of wind-driven fallout reaching the shelter. The portion of the staircase where the lights stop may be a section of extremely dense shielding that couldn't have electronics wired through it (I'm wondering why it smelled like cut grass here - phosgene?). Water doesn't seep into it because it was designed to be protected from radioactive water seepage. The tree roots not going into it are just a feature of how much money was spent on it.
My theory is that a group of people have been living in the shelter, either entering through the broken entrance found in Beneath the Earth or from somewhere else. Possibly they have stayed there under the mistaken belief that there has been a nuclear holocaust, and possibly there is some other motivation. The mask was an example of a piece of art created by a dweller. It almost seemed symbolic to watch the glue being applied to the outer edge of cardboard - sealing it, as they would have been sealed in.
I think it's a brilliant sort of subversion of 80's consumerist culture. The mall environment, intended to be a pleasant ecosystem, just becomes this hauntingly cheery, emotionally distant and taunting. Watching the mask being put together in Renewal and imagining someone trapped underground in that environment for their entire life, it evokes so much trauma, especially with the music. It makes you wonder what sort of possible life in society the creator could have had, if they had been exposed to all of the art and artists of the real world.
The way the dweller is dressed also strikes me as matching the vision an eccentric funder would have of a tenacious humanity emerging from below ground to rebuild society.
I may very well be wrong with this take, and there is a lot left unanswered, but I wanted to share these thoughts. I hope some of you find them interesting!

( I apologize for the length but I've been trying to write this for far too long to reread it one more time tonight. My brains burnt out eheh... Just check out the TLDR unless you have the extra time to read the little essay trying to explain why I said it )

I realize now that much of my self doubt was the words that came from my parents knowing there wasn't communicate.
The whole time that I knew those assumptions weren't true. Even when I'm looking back now, i see just know much I knew it hurt me to try and tell myself "I'm just dumb". My gut always I knew it was giving me a lump in my throat to say, even though it couldn't signal just how big of a red flag it was.
Please remember that just because your situation might not be the worse, doesn't mean that you have to suck up all possible hardships you face, we're human after all. While it might not compare to someone else, it doesn't mean you shouldn't be struggling at all. You're just as much of another living being as anyone else in this world.
Don't shake off your stress as being "insignificant", even if you feel like its something selfish, you're still feeling it for some sort of reason.
I'm sitting here now trying to compensate for the 8 years I believed my future was hopeless when in reality it truly just wasn't MY own idea for my future. I was following someone else's vision and when I realized I didn't have the motivation to keep up with it, I reached the concrete wall I KNEW I was going to end up reaching.
Especially if you're a student struggling to figure out what major you want to study, if you feel doubt its probably much more than just doubt for the choice, its the passion you're consciously feeling for it. I spent my first two semesters just this year thinking I was just too dumb for my major when in reality, I could passed those classes if I had the right mindset.
I spent those 8 years knowing I lacked motivation but what I failed to see was that it was far more than just my own laziness that caused my failures. It was the fact I was forcing myself to take those courses knowing full well it wasn't necessarily following my own choice.
Really, stand up for yourself a little if you know how you know something feels like it has an inevitable outcome. I was applying to college even while knowing that I was just doing it so my parents would be happy and that I'd end up struggling anyways.
If you think you strongly believe something, please remember you're feeling as passionate about it as much as someone else might.

TLDR: Stop ignoring your own thoughts, they REALLY aren't as stupid as you're convincing yourself they are. If you think it needs any amount of attention, please stop telling yourself the reality is that it doesn't deserve any. Even if you don't end up doing anything, it's still acknowledgeable if you can reflect even a little on how harsh you might be treating yourself right now.

I was very hard on my daughter since she started kindergarten at age 5. I pushed her to get straight A's and excel, and she met my expectations by 3rd grade. I never did well in school. I wasn't able to complete my nursing degree because of it and have worked a low paying job since. Until I turned 50, I only made 50k per year. I recently got promoted and now make 65k, but I'm 56 now.
I was very harsh when she messed up and told her that if she didn't improve when she got poor grades, she would end up just like me.
However, my daughter started resenting learning in high school and college. I told her learning was all about outcompeting others and earning A's, not grasping the material. She would miss days of school in high school to the point where her teachers were concerned about it and ended up dropping out of college for 2 semesters.
She initially started college wanting to study biology to be a PA or doctor, but then switched to business and finance because she felt she wasn't competitive enough to be premed or pre-PA. I told her to do what she was good at and what she could earn A's in.
She told us that she wanted to transfer schools where there was more support for STEM education, and we didn't let her.
I taught her that life is all about minimizing risks and playing to your strengths, not your passions. She did amazingly in business and finance, and she was at a top school. I felt it was better for her to stay there and get a good paying finance job relying on school pedigree.
Now she seems really unhappy with her finance job and I feel really bad for any role I may have played in this. Perhaps I should have encouraged a love of learning and following her passions instead of pushing her to chase grades and brand name colleges. Maybe I should have let her transfer.
She told me recently that she does blame me for my parenting methods and that she wants to pursue medicine badly, but feels compelled to stay in finance for the money.
I told her that I am sorry for my parenting mistakes. That there wasn't a manual for when she was born 20+ years ago and that I did my best. I just wanted her to excel in life, even if it didn't mean being a doctor, and to really just play to her strengths.
But I don't know what to do. I can't afford to pay for another degree or more schooling.
tl;dr: I don't know how to make it up to my daughter

Hi I’m (22) F and my bf is (26) M
I’m working at my first job as an esthetician making $15.50 an hour; my bf is going to school for trucking which would make ALOT of money compared to me
I feel bad because he is wanting to buy a house in the future and his dad is willing to help but Idk how I would help contribute cuz I don’t make a lot.
I’m scared like in the future I would be able to pay 50/50 for expenses, mortgage, food, kids, etc.
Should I be worried? I don’t want to depend on him because anything can happen but I see my friends who depend on their mans and it’s like should I just do the same if my bf offers?
I just feel bad because I grew up with parents who always were 50/50
And my bf has a dream for living in LA and down payments are so much now for a house that’s like $500,000+ I feel like I’ll ruin my bf dreams of living stable and not struggling
I’m 22 making little but I’m hoping by 25 or sooner to work in a medical spa and make $20+
I just wish we didn’t have an age gap sometimes so that I didn’t have to worry about this sort of stuff.
And advice?

Hi I’m (22) F and my bf is (26) M
I’m working at my first job as an esthetician making $15.50 an hour; my bf is going to school for trucking which would make ALOT of money compared to me
I feel bad because he is wanting to buy a house in the future and his dad is willing to help but Idk how I would help contribute cuz I don’t make a lot.
I’m scared like in the future I would be able to pay 50/50 for expenses, mortgage, food, kids, etc.
Should I be worried? I don’t want to depend on him because anything can happen but I see my friends who depend on their mans and it’s like should I just do the same if my bf offers?
I just feel bad because I grew up with parents who always were 50/50
And my bf has a dream for living in LA and down payments are so much now for a house that’s like $500,000+ I feel like I’ll ruin my bf dreams of living stable and not struggling
I’m 22 making little but I’m hoping by 25 or sooner to work in a medical spa and make $20+
I just wish we didn’t have an age gap sometimes so that I didn’t have to worry about this sort of stuff.
And advice?

Hey! Its been a whiiile i last used the formula im trying to remember rn (its 2am and i wanted to try using reddit for once asking this before going to sleep). The question i want to know the answer (or formula, both helps im just curious) is:
Object: 20kg. Started falling from the sky at X speed. Considering gravity, how much time does it take to fall 60 meters? Starting at 0 ofc.
Kinda neat id use an physics formula to calculate this imaginary scenario but here i am rn... Any help is usefull, i just want to know the formula so i can solve this myself and remember it for later on (and dont forget again lol).
Sorry abt the spelling mistakes ill 100% improve later on!

topical min does not work for me i don’t think and i can’t get my hands on oral min. could i melt it down and take it as a shot? how much would i take?

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Mogan was more than a little woozy after repeatedly toasting his deal with the two ladies. Shidhu had an interesting taste to it, but it was also strong. The San had alcohol, but fermenting berry juice or birch sap was a long procedure and took a lot of work and space. There had never been much to drink, and what they had wasn't nearly so strong.
They had also never needed an antidote for alcohol, while those who had alcohol had seen all its dangers many times over. A fizzing, nasty-tasting drink—once the women had left--had his head clear within minutes, and he walked easily, and steadily, out of the bar.
The bar did not look like the kind of drinking establishment that would be favored by the custom of a man who owned and commanded a ship three kilometers long. It was, to put it bluntly, a dive, the kind of place that the constables avoid. The Tortuga was the kind of place where an enterprising individual could buy weapons that weren't normally allowed on Haitac Station, or drugs that weren't allowed, or discrete passage on a ship if he needed to leave in a hurry. It was not the kind of place to bring the family, or a lover, or anybody who was not engaged in activity that was illegal or close to it.
Technically, Mogan could hire whoever he wanted, but since the companies that Races-through-the-Marshes and Wakawa ran had a somewhat... checkered... history, they generally preferred to stay where they could make an easy escape.
Then again, Mogan didn't look like the kind of man who owned a three-kilometer ship. Or commanded, at least; ownership was in the name of the San tribe. Mogan wore a loincloth, a strip of material about three meters long and a tenth as wide, wound between his legs and around his waist for a snug fit. Once upon a time these were doeskin, soft and supple, but nobody but his own tribe within a few thousand light-years had ever seen a doe, or tanned a hide.
His leggings were of tougher material, fringed to help keep the rain off, and his shoes were of a softer sole than most wore. Most Sylfa, at least; many species went barefoot. A tunic of the same material covered his torso down to his hips, likewise fringed. Like the loincloth, these were once deerskin, and in the cold he would wear a heavier coat over it. These were colored and patterned like leather, but he couldn't even identify the material. Softer than leather, it was tougher as well, and a few controls from the pad in his left hand could even make it as warm or as cool as he liked.
The latter was standard for most clothing, protecting from all but the most extreme temperatures, but the rest looked as primitive as it did before his tribe had ever seen a ship.
A rod was tucked into his belt on the left side, bent slightly back. At one end was a hand grip, with straps looped to fit two fingers into, and on the other end was a beautifully-carved ibex,with its horns forming a small but dull hook to the weapon. The atlatl could hurl a spear twice as far or more, and with almost exponentially more force, but Mogan carried no spears.
He did once, in a quiver made of birch-bark, with the bottom third of the spears covered and the feathered ends sticking over his head, but by now the weapon was more a mark of office than a tool he used. Back in those days it was tucked into the right side, in easy reach of his throwing hand, but no more. On the right, it would have gotten in the way of the laser pistol in its low holster on his right hip.
Most people who carried a rifle or pistol either wore or carried a targeting monocle, a lens that would adjust for moving targets and tell the shooter where to aim, but the San needed no such thing, neither the expense nor the time the device took to find a solution and adjust.
The humans were unique in this.
On his cheek was a mark; a simple tattoo, of only two lines in a pattern like an inverted y, the mark of his tribe. He was of average height and build, with brown hair and eyes, skin bronzed from many different winds and many different suns, but among the two thousand people of the San he was high chieftain. And captain, soon.
Mogan continued to walk up the wide hallways, avoiding the central areas, until he spotted the old man. A small wave, and he turned to head that way.
Shett was once one of the Yil, the hereditary nobility of the Sovereignty. The Yil were untouchable within the Sovereignty, able to do as they wished to such an extent that only protection a citizen had was the possible protection of another Yil. Rather than Yil Shett, the man was now simply Shett, a citizen of the Confederated Settlements. And a traitor as far as the Sovereign was concerned, almost certainly.
Yil Shett had been a wise man with a sharp mind, but a little more than heavyset, nearly locked into his office by duty and stress. Now the man was whipcord-thin, typical of the Sylfa, walking easily. Defecting from the Sovereignty had meant giving up unimaginable wealth—the man had literally owned three planets—but it had clearly been a good thing for him.
The Sylfa waved an arm to make sure Mogan saw him, and tapped a panel on the wall. “Good evening, Captain.”
Mogan shrugged a little. It was “evening” in the sense that they were nearing the end of the cycle, but on the station there was no difference between night and day. Haitac was in orbit around a star, so they didn't even have the shadow of the planet to contend with. But the lack of sun and moon often threw off his mental sense of time, and the twenty-hour day did not help.
“Whatever it is at the moment,” he chuckled, “I hope it goes well for you.” The walls of the station had rails near the ceiling. Hanging from them was something that looked more like saddles on cords, so that nearly any creature could sit on them, extending from beams. Some species had tails, after all, and sitting on a bench was uncomfortable for them at best.. The beams moved swiftly down the corridors, an important feature in a station that was mostly corridor.
Haitac Station was part dock, part shipyard, part admiralty court, part military base, and part entertainment complex. The court could be centralized, and was. The military was as centralized as it could be, although patrols also kept the peace in the rest of the station. The entertainment could be centralized, but for some reason was not, with bars and brothels and hotels and sports complexes and libraries and theaters of various kinds in odd and unlikely places. The docks and shipyards could not be. The dreadnoughts that were the backbone of any fleet were four kilometers long, and some were as much as twice that. A massive tanker or cargo hauler could be four or five times as long, and the end result was that the ships needed a great deal of room between each dock. In addition, since it was partly military, sponsored by the Settlements, there were areas, such as the one they were bound to now, that were not open to the general public.
Mogan climbed onto one of the saddles, and Shett onto another. The average Sylfa was about a head taller than a human, but about two-thirds the weight. An evolutionary past that stayed in the trees for longer granted them a lighter build than humans, and six limbs compared to humanity's four, but they could not walk as well as humans.
Then again, nothing could. Nor did any species, sapient or not, hold the endurance that humans had. The Sylfa could scramble up surfaces with an ease that astounded humanity, leap over a human's head from a standing start, and sprint nearly twice as fast, and others like the Shawing could move even faster over a short distance, but nothing matched a human over long distances.
Mogan had carried a Sylfa once, as he ran, but that was his woman, not a friend. Instead, he held to the saddle as the beam returned to the rails at the upper edge of the wall. It adjusted to their heights by simply changing the length of the cords. The Zerda came no higher than his knee for a tall one, while the Mantu were easily three times his height, so very few affairs were one-size-fits-all measures... another difference from the Sovereignty.
The beam rose into the air, moving along the ceiling at a place slightly faster than Mogan could sprint. Up ahead of them a light indicated a spot where they could make the beams lower to the floor again, but they were going well beyond that point. A small field in front of them kept the wind of their passage from getting too bad.
Mogan was familiar with hard light shields, since every ship had them, but he did not think this was hard light. Hard-light was impossible to make without Reagnium-80. Considering every single interplanetary vessel needed a supply of it and its relative rarity, Reagnium-80 was so valuable that the Settlements used it as the value standard for their currency. There were thousands of these beams, all throughout the station. Not only would they have had to spend an obscene amount to make them, but anything that valuable would have been stripped out and stolen within days... cycles, here.
“The war?”
Shett nodded in reply. “We got news not long ago of a large battle at Manna-6. Ground battle. Our forces were outnumbered about half-again-to-one, but it was a heavy victory.”
Mogan nodded and relaxed, thinking. In a sense, this war was his fault.
Two years ago, he had been little more than a shaman of a small village, of a small tribe, on his homeworld—and on the entire planet, only he had understood even the concept of a homeworld. The term the Sovereignty used for the tribe's introduction to the greater galaxy was “upliftment.” Mogan didn't like it; it implied that he was somehow below the others, raised to true sapience by their own beneficence.
Perhaps every “upliftment” had an ulterior motive, but that of the San certainly had. Mogan did not regret his actions on Noepe; he had saved the lives of men and women breaking the law to survive, shot and stabbed a great many people enforcing what was in truth simple tyranny, and electrocuted the governess who had arranged for his woman to be marooned. No, he still looked upon their mission with pride, but one of the Yils had arranged it themselves, as a pretext to invasion. The few who know of humanity knew that Yil Shett had been a friend and advocate for the species, and the many who knew of Yil Shett knew that he had given up his titles and lands and betrayed the Sovereignty to join the Settlements.
Shett tapped a button on the saddle, and as the next light showed ahead the beam lowered to the floor so they could climb off. It wasn't far from here, and they could walk. They did so, for about two hundred yards before they came to a window.
“There's your dock,” Shett said. “I suppose I could have made a holo easy enough, but I thought your first look at her should be with your own eyes.”
Windows were more common in the public areas, where diners—or guests in the more expensive hotels—could look out on the void, and rarer in the corridors that were mostly just for reaching ships with crew or passengers or supplies. Mogan stepped out to this one, looked out over the dockyards, and stared, mesmerized.

My ex-girlfriend of 3 years broke up with me last month because she wasn’t happy. I moved to this city so we could live together after college, and got an apartment with her and her sister.
Even though her parents live like 15minutes away, I’m the one who had to move out. It’s not like I did anything: I didn’t cheat, I didn’t abuse her, there was no big event, she just wasn’t happy with me anymore, but I got basically pushed out of my apartment.
I was in hotels for a bit but was able to secure an apartment at 2x what I was paying before. I’m living in this 1bdr apartment, in a kinda-shitty area, and all my friends and family are 3+ hours away.
I don’t have anyone to talk to or hangout with. It’s just me by myself 24/7. Everyone I work with is in their 40s & 50s, so it’s not like I can go hit the bars with them or anything.
But my ex goes out to the bars every weekend with her friends. She wasted no time getting back out there.
The worst part is that I was so blindsided by the breakup that I don’t know if I’ll ever feel like the person I’m with really wants to be with me or not. A month before she broke up with me she was telling me how she wanted to get married and sending me wedding rings
Like how does someone go from that to “I don’t wanna be with you anymore, and I’m not even willing to try to work on us” without some major event.
She still hits me up for sex, and I’m sure she’s just keeping me around until she finds somebody else.
I’m so sick of being alone, and not having anybody to talk to. I can’t just move back home because I’ve built a career here and if I go home I just throw it all away

Hi all — hope I’m not breaking any rules by posting here. In a situation where I’m a little confused and wanted to seek some clarification.
Parents are trying to buy an apartment in an existing (but new) building — they’re buying it as an investment property but I will be living in it and paying rent to them.
The apartments being sold are developer-owned. I asked for a contract but they wouldn’t provide this until I put down a $1000 EOI and even now have still not provided a contract on request, which is making my family rather irate. Family is in the final stages of finance approval but the bank wants a copy of the contract.
The issue is, after paying the EOI they’ve sent through “disclosure” documents to sign first via Docusign, but this only includes details of the existing rental agreement and not any documents relating to body corp etc, so family doesn’t want to sign this without first having a contract with all of the proper disclosure attach. They won’t release the contract without doing the Docusign.
Family maintains that this is not the usual process and they’re treating us like foreign buyers buying off the plan, which is very much not the case (the apartments have been completed for a couple years now). The representative from the developer end keeps calling me to say “this is just how the developer wants to do it”. Obviously, I don’t have experience in property so I can’t comment.
The whole situation is making me rather stressed as I’ve ended up as somewhat of a middleman between the developers and my family who are saying different things, so wanted to present the situation here and ask what people’s thoughts were. Is there any misconduct here or should I be taking anything as a red flag?

long story cut extreme short but i haven’t seen him since we were kids and he liked me(he still does) and i also like him. His brother walks dogs around our area and yesterday he was by and him and one of my family members went to go talk to him (they’re really good friends) and now my crush (his little brother) came today with him. He’s literally NEVER over here but now he is. Didn’t talk to him because i was panicking too much so i just went outside to do some stuff for my gmom and eavesdrop on his convo. Him and his brother are coming back tomorrow and i really want to talk to him but i don’t know how to start a conversation knowing both of our families are watching and all of them knowing why i’m taking to him. 😀
TLDR: how to start conversation with crush if you’re both socially awkward and everyone around you knows you like him and that’s why you’re talking to him?

I’m not sure why I’m posting here, I guess writing my feelings down and maybe hearing some other people who have the same thoughts could be helpful. I had to say goodbye to my childhood dog about three weeks ago.
My 13 year old dog started having stomach problems a month before he left us, but nothing too severe. In his final week, he didn’t eat or poop at all. We had imaging done and there was most likely cancer blocking his intestines. The vet offered to do surgery in case it was a foreign body, but we were pretty sure it was cancer (he had a tiny growth in that area a few years ago) and we didn’t want to put a 13 year old through surgery.
I know we made the right decision to put him down before it got worse. This wasn’t something that would just go away on its own. But the day of his euthanasia was so weird. We didn’t even know we were going to put him down that morning, we made the decision around noon and had an appointment for 5pm.
He wasn’t his normal self, of course, but he was normal enough that it freaked me out. He greeted me when I walked in the house. He acted like he was interested in the food we offered but couldn’t bring himself to eat it (he did lick some sour cream off of the floor, which I guess is a fun last meal!) He asked to go outside and walked straight to his favorite tree and plopped down under it. I know he wasn’t feeling well but i guess I expected that when the time came to put him down, he’d be really unwell and unable to walk and such. Not acting like a slightly mellower version of his normal self.
What disturbs me most is thinking about how he had had no idea he only had a few hours left alive. He just thought it was a normal day where he was getting a little bit of extra attention. When we finally took him to the vet clinic, he wanted to sniff the bushes outside and pee. A lady outside came over to pet him and say hello and he was happy to meet her, as he always is. He had no idea. It hurts so much to think about that.
I know we made the right call overall, and I’m sure many people wish they had a chance to give their pet a food death before they were in a lot of pain. But does anyone else feel this way about their pet’s passing? It kind of feels like a weird thing to fixate on - he’s a dog who has no concept of death regardless.

Hi everyone, I’m here for some advice as I’m completely new to relationships, and I think I might be making a mistake by pursuing this person. Thank you to those who will respond, especially since this is going to be a bit long. So I’m in my early twenties, and almost two months ago, I’ve decided to give dating a chance for the very first time, by giving my number to a guy I’ve met in college. We got along pretty well from the get go, and things evolved to us sleeping together (it was my very first time). Throughout this time, he told me he had stopped talking to anyone else, and he introduced me to his friends and parents, whom I’ve seen several times already. However, early on, he has confessed to me that given his above average IQ, which makes him function differently than most, he used to be too sensitive, and ever since has shut down and is hardly able to get emotionally attached to people anymore. I said that I understood, and that I didn’t want to rush things anyways. However, I warned him that I didn’t want to get physical without dating exclusively, without it having to immediately involve a relationship. It felt right to explore this side of things before truly assessing if we were compatible, but maybe I was wrong. He assured me that he was interested in me beyond the physical aspect of things, and that he felt like this « relationship » had « value ». But from that moment, I knew I was taking a risk if I were to let things go further. Our moments spent together have been great. However, I did notice he often insisted on how many women were into him, which annoyed me a bit and seemed a little exaggerated, especially after he noticed I get a lot of male attention when going out. He also got irritated by an ongoing joke we had about one of our teachers having a crush on me, and proceeded to tell me about what he would not accept in a relationship by taking the example of one of his friends’ girlfriend who constantly flirts with others. Moreover, he texts me everyday, and has often complained about me not being responsive enough through text, wondering if I’m not interested in him anymore when I take time to respond, which has led me to make some efforts in being a better communicator. He also sent me a screenshot of a friend of his asking if he was with his « girlfriend », aka me, and when I responded in surprise, he said it was just a figure of speech but that it shouldn’t be a « crime » to be considered his girlfriend. Early on, he also said things like « you are mine », and that we would end up being together. Those little things, while being trivial and sometimes annoying, made me think his mind was leading towards a possible relationship, even though we agreed to take things slowly. Yet again, my inexperience might have fooled me. Anyways, we did sleep together last week, and texted in the past few days as we have been throughout the past weeks. However, yesterday, as we were talking about being physically attracted to one another, he suddenly told me he was scared to hurt me. I asked him to tell me if he wasn’t that interested in me after all, and to be honest about it. He did respond with honesty by saying that he did like me and wanted to see me again, but that he wasn’t ready for a relationship. All the while reiterating the fact that he has emotional and relational issues with everybody, « not just me ». Even though I do get that he might have those problems and sympathise with him, I yet again understand by that that he is not seriously into me, and is probably hooked on me for the sex. I therefore asked if he wanted to see other women while talking to me, to which he said « possibly ». It stung to read that as it wasn’t what he had told me prior to sleeping with me, and I made kind of cold and sarcastic comments about us being in an open relationship and about finding other partners myself. He was immediately taken aback, asking if I was seriously considering fooling around, to which I responded that I might consider my options if he didn’t want to be exclusive. He then said that he probably was not going to sleep around anyways because, in his words, he didn’t like it. I stopped responding, naturally, and an hour later he took back what he said about wanting to see other people, claiming it wasn’t true and that he wants exclusivity, that he simply feels lost on certain « aspects ». He also added that he was mad at himself for telling me this, and that he didn’t know why he did so. I simply said he wasn’t clear enough, and that he should relax about things so we could see where things go without so much pressure. He then proceeded to talk to me about his job, amongst other things, leading to us texting back and forth for about 5 hours, which I’m now regretting a bit. In reality, I am indeed interested in him, and prefer to get to know him before we truly get serious, but looking at it I feel like I should cut ties before I get attached, and he is probably warning me to do so. He bears a lot of qualities and is actually honest about what he feels, and I can’t help but want to keep talking to him. However, it does seem to me like he took back his words just so not to lose his chances to sleep with me again. And even though I interpret some of his behaviors as leading towards the path of a relationship, the main message is clear, and it is that he is not ready for me. I’ve asked for advice from someone close to me who thinks the guy shows true signs of confusion and is scared of the feelings he might be developing for me, that it is normal given his age to be unsure and that I should give it time. I do understand the youth induced doubts, but to me it seems like he simply doesn’t feel anything for me and wants to keep me in his pocket for the physical benefits. It might sound naive to ask such a question, and I think I’m asking it because I’m sad and reluctant about putting an end to all of this, but should I simply stop interacting with him and abandon the idea of giving it a chance?
Thank you.