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I’ve spent my whole life since a teenager chasing after love and still haven’t found it. I almost thought I’d found it a couple times but it slipped away from me, often by my own hand, which just causes me to hate myself.
I honestly think I’m a pretty great person and very likeable, but I’ve never been able to figure out how to get the across to other people - first impressions are everything and I suck at them. It’s only people who have been around me for some time that actually like me.
I’m not sure what to do with myself. I just don’t want to do anything at all. I haven’t even eaten all day today, and don’t even feel hungry. Been in my room doing nothing. I feel almost nothing at all. Occasionally feel quite sad for a little bit, but shortly go back to just feeling nothing but pure emptiness.

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Essentially what the title says. I’m on a train and hoping to use their Wi-Fi but it’s asking me for my email and expects I can send a code back. But if I navigate away from the captive page process thing to check my email app the system cancels the captive login process. The email I do get is formatted in a way which doesn’t show the code in the summary in the email notification, so I cant read it from the notification menu.
Is there any reason to work around it?

Me 28 F am struggling with my new job after only two weeks,
So I will be honest and say I have several jobs in the last thew years due to the fact I have been moving around lot and because I get burnt out very easily if not challenged in my profession.
I recently moved to a new town and got a new office job in feb 2022 although I did enjoy the job at times, the company was clearly struggling and I was moved into a different department which I was extremely bored in, I basically had finished my work by 11am and just sat around doing nothing for the rest of the day, this was okay the one day I was aloud to wfh but the rest of the week I just sat around bored.
I tried to move back but to my original position but they had no room for me.
Due to this I stupidly quit this job without thinking and to the panic that I’d have no incoming finances I took the first job that I got offered.
I have now started this job and absolutely hate it, it’s basically a call centre that books in repairs tenants, but it has such a back log and basically no trades men that everyone I speak to is so angry about having to wait.
I have been scream at and cursed out so many times already that I generally get anxious when the phone rings.
I probably should have assumed the verbal abuse but they never mentioned in the interview or training how badly the back log was, there is people who have been waiting for repairs to be done since before covid.
So I really love fitness and nutrition I used to work as a receptionist in a hotel gym which was my favourite job, but I didn’t like the city I lived so I had to change careers I also wanted a job that was less shift work because it was really hard seeing friends and family when I worked weekends.
I nearly missed out on seeing my nan before she passed because of this.
But now I am thinking of completing an instructor or PT course and going to work in a commercial gym. (The course I’m looking at are around £1000 and I would carry on working whilst doing the course)
I mention this to my my friends and family but I think they want me to carry on this job and give it more of a chance.
But I’m generally really struggling already and I’ve already cried after work hours and feel really stressed out.
I feel like if I knew would be working towards a more sustainable and enjoyable career would make it easier to carry on working whilst I studied.
Please can I have some advice is this the right choice or should I listen to friends and family?

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- Managing Client Communication...
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In today's society it can be hard to find someone who shares the same morals and values you share, each on our own quest finding our own in the wold. It can be even more challenging being surrounded by the culture that has been damaged by social media and reality TV shows like Love Island, now people confuse lust with love, loyalty with betrayal and emotion with reality.
I came out of a long term relationship last year and since then I've been on my own self development quest, love and lust have now become a side quest yet that only changes how I respond to situations- the feelings are still there.
We live in a world where you must not allow yourself to become vulnerable with the person of interest even though that is the building foundation of what you are trying to build. As soon as you open up about insecurities of any nature the person in front of you will twist what you say it be used against you, whether or not it's intentional is beyond either parties.
I had been seeing this girl for a few months, we both knew that it wasn't a long lasting situation as she wasn't staying in the country for very long. I could go into the troubling effort I had given out (which was the most) but it's all effortless. When I went to her place to grab my guitar, how I would've loved to sit there and try to converse in what the situation had become, how she made me feel and how the respect given to her wasn't reciprocated in a way that I had hoped for.
Everything is subjective in this world but let me tell you, walking out on a girl who you think you want to be with as she's asking for a hug since it'll be the last time you two see each other really hurts. "No, we haven't seen or spoken to each other in two weeks- we don't know each other", as I was walking out of the building there was that little voice in my head telling me to go back, I kept walking forward and didn't look back.
The idea of who they are is not who they are, we live in our mind and we only have our judgement of people to cling onto- hoping this person will say that or do this or behave in a way that we would hope but still they behave in a way we predict. There must be a time where you tell yourself that you wont allow yourself to carry on living in a fantasy world, this girl who knows what she's doing as she's displaying those wattery eyes is not who you think she is.
The person in your head does not have the same agenda as the one in reality, they do not share your morals as only you understand your morals- they have lived a separate life, living in a way they deem to be necessary. We can't stop to feel bothered by how life is as it was always like that, it's just hard to see when you've been living in a fantasy for months on end.
Look out for people who share your mindset, morals and values but is also giving you the same effort you're giving them. Don't confuse lust with love, don't chase a fantasy as real love isn't what you imagine it to be- real stories and memories you create with people aren't the ones you have in your head. Let life happen and judge the moment by the moment and never allow yourself to be carried up into the clouds of day dreams as that's what builds the emotions that will soon hurt you even if in the time you understand that, it just means they'll hurt you more when it's time.

Hii everyone . I don’t know why I’m here , but I am . I have struggled with mental illness for 10 years now . I’m currently 21 and remember the younger version of me wishing nothing but to see my fate . 10 years later and nothing has changed . Like , does anyone else feel like you live in a simulation . You look around and watch your favourite YouTubers or even your friends go out into society and fulfil their dreams and just try to be happy . Does anyone feel uncomfortable when you leave your house . I just get so anxious and have anxiety attacks . I’m in fight or flight 24/7 and just don’t know how to handle it . I can’t live life. I’m trapped , and to be honest I don’t want to get help. Because I feel like I don’t deserve it and I feel like it won’t make any difference . I have tried btw , I have been to therapy and stuff and done different things .
I had a dream the other night and I was in an accident and passed away . And the excitement I felt was extraordinary . Like I felt so excited , I felt as if I was free and I was safe and peaceful . They say writing your thoughts is the best way to cope so here I am. And I’m sorry if I don’t hit the requirements with my post if there even is any . I just know , maybe not today , maybe not tomorrow , but in the near future my fate will be my own choosing . And nothing will stop me . Because I do not want to be stopped . I once thought my importance on this earth was permanent but I’m not important and never will be . I love being lonely , and I’d rather spend my whole days watching movies in my room than be surrounded my people . I’m just lost . And every minute I sink deeper and deeper and I’m at the point where I am too deep and cannot come back . I hope everyone is okay though .
I don’t like this world . The evil in this world and the negativeness surrounding the streets of the world. I was once told that compassion can change lives and the world . And while I was here , even if it too me later to mature but I did be kind and maybe could have done better . God bless everyone . ❤️

I recently came across the post of a woman, who was venting her frustration on men and saying that men only like bad bitches (she was clearly not very pleased with men in general)
I tried to give advice, and for that went through her reddit profile. So, she (a muslim) was basically searching for a partner(for marriage), since covid. But the men she talked to either ghosted her after some talk or some left her after they were near to finalizing things, and some unmatched her after seeing her pic on the apps she was using (In my analysis, she is a little thicc and average looking, as I have not seen her but got that visalization from some of her comments)....
What I am asking is that when I was texting to her she was not clearly reading my texts, as I wrote them. But she read what she thought I was writing but my writing is not that vague in my opinion.

1. Why is that?
2. What might have been the impact of her experience?
3. Is she projecting something on me?

My wife and I co-own a stone countertop shop. She runs day to day operations, is the face of the company, and while I work a full time job but will do paperwork & IT on the weekends. I’ll also come in, as needed, to be an extra pair of hands.
I need to mention our looks, because it’s relevant. I’m not a 10. I’m an early 40s, bald, dad-bod type. I’ve aged like milk. My wife, on the other hand, has aged like wine. Between a love of fashion and fitness, she is a beautiful woman. We joke that our business does so well because she’s “contractor bait.”
This past Thursday there was a load of new show room material being delivered. I had scheduled to be at the shop to help unload the new, move out the old, and do a deep clean.
Around 3:30 PM, a contractor came in to drop off a check, and then discuss a new project. He’s chatting up my wife, being friendly, etc. I’m just hired help to him, but I notice the way he stares at her ass as she walks around, and then he blatantly looks down her shirt when she’s at the front desk writing up paperwork. I just shake my head. He’s there for 20 minutes or so, and leaves.
About the same time I finish cleaning up and go to head home. She has to run payroll for Friday and then make a bank run, so we go our separate ways.
Since I have time to kill, I hit the local bar for a beer before driving home. Guess who is there? The contractor. I sit near him because most seats are taken, and he notices my company shirt. He chats me up.
Pretty quickly he mentions my wife. “I don’t know how you can work for her. I’d be harder than those countertops seeing her walk around all day!”
“Yeah, I guess she’s pretty cute.”
“Pretty cute? That’s the time of woman that could drain my bank account and it would be worth every penny!”
It goes like this for a bit, when he asks if I know what she likes to drink. I say I’m not sure, but when we do happy hours she usually gets a vodka soda or something like that.
My wife hates vodka. She loves gin.
So imagine my surprise when she comes home from the shop the next day with a handle of Tito’s vodka from a friendly contractor! Apparently she did a “great job” on the last project, and he wanted to say thanks.
I’m typing this post on Sunday morning enjoying a Bloody Mary with that man’s generous vodka gift.

Hi everyone! Thanks to your help I decided to start a xelor, and I am really enjoying how the class feels, even though I have a lot to learn and figure out since I'm around lvl 82.
I wanted your help/tips regarding elements, maybe a pro/cons of each? Currently playing int since I had already a good set in the bank, thinking about going for str at 105 with black rat, since dark ray has big numbers. Should I aim for 12 ap at the cost of some damage?
Also what stat should I aim fot end game? From what I was checking, I would keep with str but let me know what you think!
Also, for now I am mainly playing pvm since it's my preference compared to pvp, might adventure myself later on pvp once I have understood this class.
Thank you and have a good day

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1. Agency Navigator course Core Curriculum
   
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3. Financial Planner, Revenue Calculator, Outreach Tracker & More Tools
   
4. Websites Templates, Funnels, Ads & More
   
5. Template Contracts, Sales Scripts, Agreements & More
   

The lessons in Iman Gadzhi - Agency Navigator will teach you how to:
- Starting Your Agency
- Finding Leads
- Signing Clients
- Getting Paid
- Onboarding Clients
- Managing Client Communication...
...and much, much more!
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The Order of Prince Yaroslav the Wise, fifth class, is the highest rank a Ukrainian foreign national can achieve. Its newest inductee is back home in Florida and has been in the shower so long he’s lost track of time. His feel for the present moment will return in about thirty seconds when the hot water runs out. His hair has been both shampooed and conditioned. His body throughly soaped. It’s the shower’s warm solitude he cannot leave. There is plenty to do today; an interview at a radio station at eleven, lunch with his sponsor, an early dinner at his mom’s pastor’s. All of them want to know more about his experience overseas, they want to know how the war is progressing, they want to hear how he went from Highland Hills High School to war hero. What they don’t want to hear, what David does not want to hear, is how cold his new found notoriety makes him feel. Before can explore his melancholy any further, the hot water goes. The steam rising above the shower clears as a lukewarm solution rinses the remaining soap and warmth off David’s body. He remembers taking similarly cold showers in Ukraine, and how happy he was to have them. It’s shocking how clean a man can get with a half full bucket of water and a couple of towels.
“Ah look at Abie! Clean enough for a Russian bitch.” says Bone in his thick provincial accent. Words David can’t remember Bone actually saying or they only sound like something he would say. Sitting around waiting for mechanics, waiting on orders, waiting on food, waiting on the Russians to start shooting, David didn’t know war could be so boring. The only thing Bone said he liked more than killing Russians was fucking them. The rest of the guys in the platoon knew Bone was probably lying, but he was their instructor, and they were the international volunteers, so he was never questioned. He was the only person in their platoon who spoke Russian and Ukrainian and English. One guy, this kid from Belgium, called Bone a cunt after failing to pull the pen on a grenade during a training exercise, and Bone gave it to him.
“What is this? You do not have to pull pens in Belgium? Or do you like to give your enemies the grenade so they can throw it back?” said Bone. He then effeminately ran around the kid saying, “Here Mr. German. Take my grenade. They are loud and I am afraid.” Bone comes back to his real voice. “Killing Russians is no different than driving a truck. It is your job. Don’t think. Don’t be like this Belgian. Pull the pin. Kill Russians.” The Belgian kid said something to Bone but no one knew what it was because no one spoke French. This didn’t stop Bone from hitting him in the face so hard it broke his nose. The kid quit later that day, and Bone got written up which David told him is like a kid being put in timeout during a house invasion.
“What is this time out?” Bone asked.
The water is cold so David gets out. In the kitchen his mother goes over the day’s itinerary again, just to be thorough she adds.
“Do you know where you are going David? No, sorry. Do you know where you are going Abie?” she asks as David grabs a breakfast banana.
“Yes ma’am.”
“You know parking can be difficult downtown. Be sure to take quarters for the meter.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“And be sure to be yourself. I hope they are nice to you. You know how the media likes to spin things these days. I don’t think they are too liberal but don’t let them put words in your mouth. If they ask you something you don’t want to answer, you just say ‘No comment'. You just tell your story. You are a hero. And then you’ll meet with Fred, and then dinner at Pastor's. Be there at four. If it’s ok with you I’m going to bring the medal. Pastor will want to see it. He’s a big fan of Zelensky.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Ok. Enough doting. That’s all you’re getting out to me today. Are you excited? Isn’t this exciting? News Radio 950 is doing a story about you. They want to hear about their local war hero…and that’s you. Give me a hug and get going before you are late.”
“Yes ma’am.”
In his car, David listens to Domination by Pantera at full volume. The heavy riffs, screaming and terrifying drums raise his spirit. Bone used to play it all the time. David hasn’t prepared anything for save his memory of his time in Ukraine. Perhaps Bone is giving an interview somewhere? You didn’t do anything wrong, he tells himself as he opens the station’s door. Inside he finds an attractive, young woman named Sara who has been emailing him for the past several weeks.
“Nice to officially meet. Right this way.”
David does his best not to stare at her as she leads him through corridor of offices and hallways.
“She looks nice. Go into an office with her.” says Bone.
“We’ve all been looking forward to having a more in-depth conversation with you. Our programming producer, who is also named David, will be asking you most of the questions. But I begged him to let me ask some too, so you might say I will also be interviewing you. I hope that’s ok?”
Sara’s blonde hair folds into a neat part on the left side of her head. David pictures her styling it in her bathroom, in a bathrobe. It’s been a while since he has smelled perfume. He found a bottle in an abandoned apartment in Zaporizhzhia and kept it. It had some Chinese lettering he couldn’t read, but it smelt nice. Some of the guys teased him when they found it saying he was going to attract Russian because he smelt like an Asian. Sara’s perfume smells expensive and French. She introduces him to David the producer and the three of them find three seats on the end of a conference room table. Sara sits on the same side as David. After introductions, David starts the interview by saying even though he is not sure exactly when the piece will air, he is certain it will before the end of the month. He then adds something about how David is a hero for doing what he did.
“So tell us how you found yourself in Ukraine?”
“Well it was pretty easy really. I went online and volunteered for the IVB, that was the name of my unit, the International Volunteer Brigade. I don’t think I talked to a real person until I booked my flight to Poland. It was mostly just forms I was filling out online. So yeah it was pretty easy. So I landed in Krakow and my recruiter picked me up. I stayed in a hotel for a few days while we waited on a couple more guys to show up. One was from Spain, another from Portugal. The Portuguese guy never showed, or if he did he didn’t come with us. I guess he could have volunteered with another outfit. I guess that’s the thing about the war I didn’t really expect. We were always just kinda losing people. And I don’t mean they were killed, although a lot of them were. I mean guys would just be with you one minute and gone the next. And then you’d find them a week later and I go, ‘Where have you been?’ ‘Oh I’ve been in Dnipro’ or ‘Oh I got picked up by the Regs.’ It was crazy. The only place where that didn’t happen was the front.”
“Who do you mean by ‘the Regs?’” asks David.
“The regular army. The Ukrainians. The good guys we were there to help. Sometimes they would be short a man so they’d just nab one of the volunteers. That was a bad gig. The Ukrainians wanted their most motivated guys fighting in the worst places. I only had to do it a couple of times, but…it was not something I did and wanted to do again. ”
David rubs his hand over his arm. He can’t smell the hot blonde anymore, only trench dirt and gun oil. The soil of Donetsk had a deep brown color to it he always enjoyed. Even with snipers supposedly in the area, digging was one of his favorite jobs. The earth smelled vibrant, full of worms and nitrogen and reminded him of his granddad, coming in from a day of field work, his jeans and boots caked in a rich layer of his land.
“So tell us what is it like being a hometown celebrity?” asks Sara. “You’re from here so people already know you, but what’s it like now? I mean now, gosh, everyone i know has been talking about this kid from Highland who won a medal from Zelensky. Did you get to bring it by the way? You were on the national news. It was NBC, but still…”
A bouquet of scents and questions. David looks across the room and sees Bone sitting with a heavy slouch in a chair at the other end of the conference table. He looks rough; still alive but not by much. He sits holding his side, his chin on his chest.
“It’s neat I guess. I walk down the street and people call my name. I take lots of pictures with people. Everyone is really nice. I felt like I was kinda a wallflower before.It’s something I think lots of people think about experiencing. I know I did, I just never thought it would be for this.”
“What did you want to be when you were a boy?” asks Sara.
“I don’t know. The normal stuff; doctor, fireman, my Dad was in sales, so not that. I think about it a lot. I think mostly I just wanted to be good. I didn’t like getting into trouble.”
“Oh my gosh, I was the exact same.” says Sara. Then durning her boss she adds “David, I don’t know if you knew this about me and this David, but we actually went to Highland High at the same time. I was a senior when you would have been a freshman, but I swear I remember you. I thought you were cute.”
“Don’t be trying to steal my assistant Dave. Can I call you Dave?”
“David’s fine.”
Bone perks up and tells them to call him Abie
“Ok so let’s get back on track. You’re over there, you’re fighting Russians, you’re helping the Ukrainians, can you tell us, what was that like?”
“What is war like?”
“Yeah the war, but you’re doing a good thing. You volunteered to help an oppressed people, to fight against tyranny, something I think our listeners think our government should have done a long time ago. But while our President sits on his ass, you bravely go do the thing that needs be done. God it must have been exhilarating, but I don’t know, I don’t want to put words in your mouth.”
Bone lays his head back on the desk and says something David can’t quite make out but thinks he knows what his commander is saying.
“Meta.”
“What?” asks David.
“It’s a Ukrainian word I learned while over there. It means purpose, but more than just doing a job, it’s your calling. It’s a word the priests with the beards use a lot. Everyday I knew exactly what was expected of me and what I could expect from everyone around me. I had clarity for the first time in my life. I felt like I could see for miles in every direction, like sitting on the roof watching all the cars going by.”
Bone stands up out of his chair and walks out of the office.
“Even when I was scared I knew that was to be expected. And when I was tired, I knew that too was to be expected. And when I was hungry, and wet, and cold, and angry enough to kill. I knew that too was to be expected because war is a cauldron. Everything gets boiled into a singularity. It’s terrifying but also pretty damn motivating. What sucks is that I can already feel everything starting to get cloudy again.”
Leaning his belly against the table, David leans in to ask his next question as if he does not want to be heard.
“Did you, you know…and this will be off the record…did you kill anyone else?”
Sara places her empty hand on the table, an offering for David to hold should his answer prove too much. But David knows the answer is not too much for his has thought of little else.
“Nope. Just the one.”
After another few minutes of hearing how brave he has been, how proud his family must be and how grateful the station is to have him come in, the interview is over. The producer shakes David’s hand and Sara walks him out. She mentions that friends of her’s are going to a new bar in the Depot and suggests David should come too. He says he can come but it will be late because he has dinner plans. “That’s ok. I’ll be there pretty late.” ————————— Only a few blocks from the radio station, David pulls into a Waffle House parking lot. There is condensation on the windows of the building and cigarette butts near the door. Nothing here breathes well, David notes. Inside he finds his old sponsor sitting at booth by himself. David sees Fred before Fred sees him and for a moment considers leaving. However, he sees Bone sits in the corner of the restaurant, smiling and looking to flirt with a chubby waitress with grown sons. “How the hell are you Abie?” says Fred. No turning back now. “Sober for today.” “Me too.” The pair order eggs, toast and bacon. The cook makes each of them a waffle on the house after recognizing David. He finishes his plate before Fred can finish a piece of toast. Meals happen quick on the battlefield and David can’t seem to slow himself down long to enjoy his food. Bone is no longer in the corner. David sees him moving around the room; following an old lady into the restroom. He comes out with a grotesque look on his face. “That little woman took the biggest shit I’ve ever seen! Abie, come and look at it. It won’t flush. Call in a drone strike. We are going to have to pull back!” “So” says Fred, “Mr. War Hero, how are you really? You’ve got recognition, a war recommendation, you’re doing interviews, you still got your sobriety. Life seems to be going well, but…” “How I am really?” When he was in NA Fred could always sniff out if he was high. As his sponsor that was his job, but David never liked it. I know you say you’re fine, but how are your really. Effective, but crude. Fred taps his finger to the tip of his nose. Bingo kid. David looks around the room for Bone but doesn’t find him. “I’m good man. Things are going well. Everyone always asks me how I’m doing, but I’m really fine. I honestly don’t feel much different than when I left. Same shit different day you know? Girls come up to me now, so that’s different I guess. So…yeah…things are good. Still sober. No real temptation to go back down that road. Been working the Steps since I got back. Doing the work. I didn’t even think about getting high when I was over there. I’m serious. Not once. I’ve got a therapist that I’m seeing. She’s really smart. And I get to see her for free. It’s part of some rehabilitation program from the federal government. I’m moving out of my Mom’s soon. I found an apartment through the church she goes to. There is a guy there who owns a bunch of places and he hooked me up with a really nice place for really cheap. He gave us a really good deal on it. The same guy said I could come work for him too when I felt I was ready. He has a real estate business and said he is always looking for new realtors. With my story, he told me, he thinks I could to really well.” Bone sits in the booth next to Fred. His face his clean, empty. Without blinking, moving or saying anything he stares at David; human mirror he is unsure is alive or dead, in a Waffle House in Florida or an expensive dirty tank in Ukraine. “But then I think, do I really wanna use my story to sell real estate? Some douchebag buys an apartment I’m selling him because I killed a Russian general. That’s not why I went over there. And who would even ask me to that? They don’t know what it was like. They make it seem like going over there was no big deal, that killing generals is something that happens all the time, or that the war is going well. Really man, I got so lucky with that shot. I’ve had trained snipers tell me they probably couldn’t hit a target at that range. But I did. I did that and I know I could never do it again. Even if I could, I don’t know if I’d want to. I didn’t know that guy. I mean I now know a bunch of stuff about him, but it’s only what I’ve been told. They told me that he supported Putin from the beginning and that a lot of the war planning was his idea. Ok. If you say so Bone. But I looked this guy up, he has a wikipedia page, and a wife, and kids, probably grandkids. I don’t know if his family is proud of him or not, but I know they will never see him again. And then just the charade of it all. So I got to meet the Ukrainian War Minister, Zelensky’s right hand man. Still not worth it. There’s just nothing noble or romantic about it. It’s all just a cold, black hole that runs on death and killing and for some reason you have to look at it…at least I do. I suppose I thought at some point I would see something. Never did though.” Bone breaks his stare and cracks a smile. “And for who, for what Fred? What is going to happen when all of this is over other than the same thing that happens after every war. A cabal of erudite assholes are going to meet in an overly secure room in the Netherlands and draw a new line in between Ukraine and Russia which is exactly what those same assholes did seventy years ago, and seventy years before that, and in seventy years we’ll do the same thing all over again. Wash, rinse and repeat. That line makes about as much sense as the first day of Spring. Sure, there is an official first day of Spring, March 20th or whatever, but we all know that there was some really warm days before the 20th and there is going to be some real cold days afterwards. But the 20th is the official day. It doesn’t make Spring happen. It just kinda helps sense out of a blurry situation. It wasn’t two days after getting there I realized the whole thing is so complicated. Half the regs were guys who had either lived in Russia at some point, gone to school there mostly, or had family living there. It felt like trying to break up a fight at a family reunion, only everyone is holding ARs as they argue about whether or not the 20th is the first day of Spring. The conflict goes back so far you can’t make out the start. And the profiteering my god, that’s what really gets me. Just like that asshole who wants to use the war to sell real estate, all the arms manufacturers who are pouring guns and bullets and tanks into Ukraine, propping this war machine so they can win another government contract. It’s sick. The people running those companies have the first available seat in hell. And Putin too. He started this whole mess. First him, then a nice row of CEOs and shareholders, that’s who I want to in hell. And there is never talk of any alternative. None. Not even a whisper. Just two sides trying to exhaust the other for a better seat at the bargaining table.” Bone gets up to leave, but not before stretching his back, revealing a large, dark red stain in his uniform, just above his waist line. “So here I am in all my hometown glory.” says David, “The renown Prince of the Order of the Ukrainian Shit-Show.” There is a wet spot on David’s pants which he is not sure how it got there. He looks at Bone who is already out the door and running down the street. It’s ok, David thinks to himself, I know where he is going. ———————————————— At the 7-11 next to Waffle House David buys two tall boys and two shots of Jack. He pours the whiskey into the cans and kills the second one as he pulls into Pastor’s driveway where several Mercedes, Teslas and BMWs are parked. David clears his throat, spits into the bushes and unwraps a stick of gum. He enters the house after two hard knocks. “Oh I think that is him.” David hears his mom say after shutting the large, dark front door. She comes around the corner of the corridor to tell him he is late and to take his shoes off. “But my socks don’t match.” “Well take those off too! Pastor just put down new carpet.” “Ah well, since there is new carpet involved. Let’s not walk on the new carpet.” The rest of the dinner party comes around the corridor in their socks. Each of them personally thanks David for coming and for his service. The men shake his hand. The women all give him hugs. By the end of introductions David has met two bankers, two retirees, and handful of housewives, as well as two more pastors and their wives. Bone is the last to shake his hand. He tells Abie he smells like old lady perfume. Elenor, Pastor’s wife, takes David’s arm, sliding her’s underneath his, leading him into their recently renovated kitchen. The rest of the group follows. “Well dinner is almost ready. As we wait, why don’t you tell us about Ukraine.” “Leave him alone Ellie,” says Pastor, “maybe he’s tired of talking about it.” “I don’t mind.” says Abie. “I don’t mind telling people about blowing some Russian guy’s head off.” “David Absalom!” “It’s ok Mom. Yeah so I saw this column of tanks approaching our trench, which ran parallel to this road running west outta Horlivka. I don’t think they knew it was there, or if they did know, they sure as shit didn’t know we were in it, which was weird because we’d been trading fire with them all day. We were all scared shitless. It was only me and Jizzy and Bone. Right Bone? Oh yeah, it wasn’t Jizz it was that kid from Croatia. The one who fucking just ran off one day. I don’t remember his name. Anyways, Bone tells us to all be real still, play like we are dead. So this entire tank column passes by us. Takes for fucking ever. Couldn’t have been more than an hour, but it felt like ten. Finally it starts to let up you know, the last tank passes. So Bone takes the radio and tries to find a spot to call it in. As he is doing that I see the last tank, which was what Bone, about four hundred yards from us? Anyway, he comes to a stop, and out pops the unluckiest son of bitch in the whole war. The General gets out to take a piss, I take aim, figuring I’ll just scare him. And yeah. Bam. Headshot. He didn’t feel a thing; killed him with his dick in his hand. Speaking of which…if you will excuse me.” “The bathroom is back down the hallway, first door on your left.” says Pastor. “Is it a full bath?” ask Abie. “Three-quarter.” “Close enough.” No one looks him in the eye, no one except Bone and Pastor. The bathroom has been redone in the same tile as the kitchen. David takes off his clothes, turns the steel knob in the shower to red, sits one floor and waits for the water to get warm.

Reading many posts in here has made me feel better about how I am tracking with my kids but it's also highlighted the mammoth task I have taken on recently.
I really just need to vent because it all gets overwhelming at times..... I've got 2 boys, both formally diagnoses ASD -2. Mr 7 is comorbid with ADD and GDD as well as some toileting issues that may or may not be dietary related. Mr 8 is comorbid with ADHD and has severe aggression and anger issues but is incredibly intelligent for his age.
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Every argument against Kaido not being awakened reads like Zoro reeling off a list of King's features and then saying "I just thought he was drunk."
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The Context

Let us put Kaido's awakening into context. Kaido awakened his devil fruit ability after Law and Kid did so vs Big Mom, and just before Luffy. It is not like Rob Lucci's Life Return, a technique that Cipher POl agents have to control their bodies, also used by Kumadori to control his hair, as some people who have recently learned use of the collage tool (but lose to the reading comprehension devil) will argue. It is also not like Gear 4 Snakeman, which is simply a different application of Gear 4 using airflow and haki to enhance speed in exchange for power. Black Maria uses drugs, Queen is a robot, and Marco has an odd hybrid. Neither change forms from what is established.

The Design

If i showered you impel down beast guaerds, showed you their full zoan forms and hybrid forms (at least to Adjacent DFs), and asked you to design an awakening, what you would get is very nearly what Kaido got. The difference would be the red eyes which, if you pay close attention, match Luffy's awakened aesthetic with more prominent eyebrows and red eyes.
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But Smoke Scarfs

Also appear on Gear 4, Enel, Shirahoshi, etc. All things without connective tissue. Oda just thinks they're neat. That said, are we to pick and choose which awakening looks disqualofy people from being awakened? If Kaku looks like all other Zoans but his eyes are blue, maybe he's using Life Return? Or he had some especially spicy tea?
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But Oda didn't say

Sometimes Oda has a little too much faith in his audience, and sometimes he forgets. In cases like Tama, Oda didn't say she was a Kurozumi but simply tucked it into some corner of the manga, in other cases like Eustass Kid (or Apoo, I forget), Oda believed he had already answered a question about their powers in the manga and was surprised to learn that he hadn't in an SBS, giving us their devil fruit name. As I type, and without changing previous words, I remember that it is Apoo's DF. The Oto Oto no Mi. Oda could simply have thought he said or gave enough clues, hence why in the next arc is repeats and re-emphasizes things because now.
This also goes back to context. Lucci got an awakening info box, but Kaku did not. With context, the user is supposed to know. When Kaido talks about Zoan awakenings being hallmarked by transformations after transforming back and forth to deliver his most deadly and brutal attacks in one form, if I was Oda and someone asked me "so is he awakened or not?" I would simply smack them upside the head.

"Kaido didn't know how to awaken he just created a form that looked and acted like it"

The explanations: Kaido just knew what zoan awakening was as a transformation, but did not do it and instead di an entirely different transformation is just a) too convoluted, and b) trivialises awakening. What would awakening grant in that case? A scarf to keep him warm? What would a potential Kaido awakening, that warrants all the Crydo-memes, look like and add to the story. Do we just want Oda to say what should be obvious all the time so we can then complain that he's wasting time explaining what's obvious?

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To preface, I truly don’t intend to glorify meth. Though, the combination with charging is extremely poetic and impossible to negate the spiritual ramifications of such a demonic cataclysm. The following story is what you make of it; I am emotionally detached to the best of my ability, is what it is. This was amidst the crescendo of my tolerance, about 3 weeks into a 5 year relapse (this February), and does not nearly reflect the soul crushing dissatisfaction and boredom that eventually rises from such a substantial substance reliance. I’m two months clean and unable to sympathize with my past self despite the clarity of my recollection, most of it is a nightmare beyond the confines of my comprehension.
I had returned from Big Sur, CA after having the fabric of my ego dismantled from 7g’s of magic mushrooms and overcoming the fear of surfing completely alone for days on end. The escalating infatuation with balls to the wall meth n gambling retardation appeared to be setting with the sun. But re-ignition of my capitalist n criminal intentions, the dismal nature of Los Angeles, and loneliness compelled me to rail lines n chain smoke American Spirits in a casino parking lot quicker than I’d like to admit. Though the submission to weakness was arduous nonetheless if you believe me. I had been bestowed the most metaphysically sanctifying experience I can comprehend through finding purpose from the ocean and accepting what is beyond my control completely isolated from my interpersonal weaknesses, yet the fragile nature of my consciousness was no match for the cosmic wrath of premeditated self destruction n mothafuckin methamphetamine.
I was ruminating in my new Tesla, which defined far too of much of my self worth, ironically listening to Bach’s Cello Suites in the Commerce Casino parking lot after winning 10kish in poker at 4:20 am giggling about 4:20 and the absurd nature of things. Then a swipe or two to MagicSeaweed and a sudden gust of meth fueled hotdiggity had me flooring 110mph down the 110 to Palos Verdes Cove for this optimal direction and period.
I arrived to packed, double OH Indicators (perfect left on south end of cove) blasting 2pac and after a one last lucky inhalation of crystal comradery at the crest of dusk, I made the conscious effort to detach from any semblance of compromising fear and conceptualize the following journey in a glorified fashion. It’s a gnarly break that was going off and all the hardcore fuckers inevitably out there evoked an ominous sense of inadequacy while waxing thy holy 7’6 gun; fortunately, I distinctly recall laughing at my pathetic need for attention and allocating the dissonance to gratefulness. It was time.
With my empathy and suspension of disbelief impaired, the brisk kilometer walk to the break conjured a narcissistic variant of myself infatuated with dominating the line up. I envisioned hypothetical, sarcastic retorts to the trust fund, gate keeping faggots (is a break localized by the extremely wealthy) unable to stay silent to a snaking demon like myself and ultimately deduced that silence was the most compelling expression of indifference; I can very much see it now, navigating the stone labyrinth and comparing them with obscure analogies of the mediocrity in giving a sliver of any fuckin fuck what any fucker out there thought of me. Every subtle element of the surrounding beauty and my own dissatisfactions projected a surprisingly sustainable and callous reflection within - though fundamentally rooted in much of which I despise about myself.
I effortlessly receded from the bowels of my Machiavellian cuckery and made small talk with felllas also putting their wetsuits on; from diabolically sublime obsession to selfless expression with random dudes which I felt meant nothing, silly goose. Though that first step in the water illustrated a baptism of sorts that was capable of eradicating the vast of array transgressions eating away at me. Even now, cleaner than a Mormon, that initial step is more than capable of exposing the true intentions within. No single step will mean more than my next into the ocean… And thus, my expedition rooted in unsustainable self grandiosity and an evolving submission to Jesusy mumbo jumbo had begun; my brittle n sleep deprived physical self was about to score his waves of the winter.. Daddy needed his juice despite the diabetes, ‘twas time to suffer to feel alive again.
To be continued…