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2023.05.28 07:20 KingoftheRednecks The Void Hunt ch 2
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.
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.
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2023.05.28 07:20 AutoModerator FIA Formula 2 Championship: Monaco - Feature Race Discussion
Monaco Grand Prix - Feature Race F1FS Wiki: FIA F2 Guide 2023 Drivers & Teams 2023 Calendar
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Practice: Thu 25 May 2023, 15:00 (UTC+2)
Qualifying (Group A): Fri 26 May 2023, 15:10 (UTC+2)
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Sprint Race: Sat 27 May 2023, 14:15 (UTC+2)
- Feature Race: Sun 28 May 2023, 09:40 (UTC+2)
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La Condamine and Monte Carlo, Monaco
Length: 3.337 km (2.074 miles)
- Sprint Race: 30 laps - 100.110 km
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2022 2022 Pole Time: 1:21.348 ( Felipe Drugovich, MP Motorsport)
2022 Fastest Lap:
- Sprint Race: 1:22.832 ( Jack Doohan, Virtuosi Racing)
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2023.05.28 07:18 monday-afternoon-fun I'm working on a concept of GMO humans that can survive in space to keep humans relevant in a spacefaring civilization. Here's an early draft of their set of adaptations, specifically for withstanding hard vacuum. Is there anything I should change, add, or remove?
Here are the adaptations in question. Keep in mind that these GMO humans are designed conservatively. They're meant to be as close to baseline as they can be. As such, most adaptations will try to work off of existing aspects of human biology. Others still might be transplanted over from our mammalian relatives.
Seeing as the minimum pressure needed to maintain liquid water at body temperature is only 0.06 ATM, and therefore significantly lower than normal human blood pressure, this is actually not as big of a deal as you might think.
- Adaptations for handling pressure:
The human body is already strong enough not to explode in a vacuum. That said, we can help it along a bit by increasing the natural elastic tension on the skin and connective tissues a little bit and ensuring said elasticity doesn't degrade with age. Basically, we give them the genes for good, strong, and healthy, but otherwise normal skin.
More of a concern is decompression sickness. Being in a pressurized atmosphere and suddenly finding yourself in a vacuum could cause nitrogen bubbles to form in the body. Rapid depressurization may also cause other forms of barotrauma, such as damaged lungs and eardrums.
Diving mammals deal with extreme pressures and decompression all the time, and in fact, they deal with pressure differences far larger than what you'd deal with going from 1 ATM to 0. Whatever adaptations they have would be very useful to implant in spacefaring humans. However, I haven't been able to find out what exactly these adaptations are, so for now, this is a work-in-progress.
If you put meat in a vacuum chamber, it'll begin to dry out quite quickly. This is because water evaporates spontaneously at any temperature in a vacuum. Any water that diffuses towards the surface of the meat will evaporate immediately and be lost. To stop this, you need to coat the meat in a watertight barrier. Fortunately, evolution has already come up with pathways for achieving just that.
- Adaptations for handling desiccation:
Most land creatures possess a thin layer of compacted dead cells, keratin, and oil covering their skin. Mucus membranes, despite being often kept wet by secretions, also possess a water-resistant epithelium of dead cells and keratin.
By thickening and strengthening these, we can ensure water stays trapped in the body in spite of the dehydrating environment of a hard vacuum. Note that both the epidermis in the skin and the epitheliums of mucus membranes are incredibly thin, so a "significant increase" to their thickness would likely hardly be noticeable, except upon close inspection.
The eyes, though, require some special attention. Just as any mucus membrane, their epithelium will be thickened and keratinized further, but just that won't be enough. The eyes also need lubrication, and water won't work for that in a vacuum. Long-chain oils such as lipids, though, are a very promising alternative.
The human eye already produces oily lipid tears through the meibomian glands, but only enough to form a thin film over the eye to reduce the evaporation of watery tears. We would need to increase the production of these lipid tears so that there is a sufficient volume of them to act as a lubricant, which altogether shouldn't be too difficult.
Hypoxia is the main threat when dealing with hard vacuum exposure, so addressing it is a big priority.
- Adaptations for handling lack of oxygen:
We want to reduce the rate at which the body consumes oxygen, which means taking full advantage of the mammalian dive reflex. We also want to increase the ability to hold oxygen in the body, which means having more hemoglobin in the blood and more myoglobin in the muscles. Having a larger spleen and perhaps many accessory spleens may help with the blood issue.
These adaptations I just described are often found - to an extent - in exceptionally good human divers, but they’re taken to the extreme is in diving mammals, like cetaceans. Whales can have up to 14 spleens, and the myoglobin proteins in their muscles are slightly modified so that they can be packed in large concentrations without spontaneously coagulating. This, combined with their dive reflex, allows some whale species to go for hours without breathing.
This one is gonna be a bit difficult. There is no mammal that is naturally resistant to radiation, and I can't really think of anything in the human body that, with some creative engineering, could be fashioned into a mechanism for preventing or fixing radiation damage.
- Adaptations for dealing with radiation:
The closest thing to that would be melanin, but that only protects against UV rays. Not to say that melanin wouldn't be helpful, in fact, we would ideally want quite a lot of it in our GMO humans to protect them against the sun's harsh unfiltered UV rays, but it won't cut it for more powerful forms of ionizing radiation.
There is, however, one small rodent mammal that is highly resistant to cancer and aging. I am, of course, talking about the naked mole rat - the only mammal that exhibits negligible senescence. Increased likelihood of cancer and rapid aging are some of the two main dangers of long-term radiation exposure, so bringing whatever anti-cancer and anti-aging mechanisms the naked mole rat possesses over to humans would be very helpful for our purposes of creating GMO astronauts. This is a long shot, but rodents are genetically close to humans, so who knows, that might just work.
Since we're deliberately trying to stay close to baseline humans here, we're unfortunately not going to be able to tap into some of the more optimized body plans for 0G.
- Adaptations for moving about in 0G:
That said, we can strike a very good compromise between our two competing requirements if we make one simple but very important change to the human body plan: bring back, through genetic atavism, our opposable big toe. Doing so gives us a more monkey-like body plan. Monkeys evolved to navigate through the complex three-dimensional environment of a tree canopy and so wouldn't have much trouble navigating ladders and handholds in a 0G environment.
This should be it, for now. Again, this is a very early draft, fresh out of brainstorming, and I'm seeking critique here, so feel free to suggest more ideas, and if any of the ideas I showed here aren't very plausible or don't really make much sense, please let me know so I can change or scrap them.
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2023.05.28 07:16 linkelek1 Ukrajnai háború, vasárnap reggel
-ukrán ellentámadás népszerüsítő videó
, másik no mercy
-ukrán páncélos támadás
-ukrán támadás Sakko i Vantsetti mellett
-az FSZB-sek halálra kínoztak egy kherszoni nagymamát, aki a deportált unokáját kereste oroszországban
, a gyereknek az iskolaigazgató igért októberben 2 hetes ingyenes tengerparti nyaralást, azóta oroszországban tartják -soc.media elemzése alapján az orosz kzvélemény kesereg az orosz veszteségeken
, más közvéleménykutatás szerint komoly ellenállása lenne egy újabb mobilizálásnak -Zaluzhnyi: az ukrán ellentámadás közel van
, 400 ukrán katona Abrams kiképzése elindult Németországban -Bakhmut távolról
-az ukrán szárazföldi erők 27-34 új támadó dandárt alakítottak ki a télen
84,000-140000 katona -ukrán napi videós összefoglaló
-azokat az orosz mobilizáltakat akik megtagadják a ukrajnai harcot 5+ év börtönre itálik
-klip: FPV drón támadások
-francia VAB APC küzd az ukrán sárban
-cseh drón ellenes Victor légvédelem
, 115 db-ot fog kapni ukrajna
nincs változás -Russian Invasion - Day 458
, 480 troop losses, 7-day troop average: 539, Equipment losses: $70M, 49 landbased losses, 7-day average: 52 -Severodonetsk 10 hónap megszállás után
-2 ukrán rakéta támadás érte Mariupolt a múlt héten
az orosz csatornák 450 halott orosz katonáról beszélnek
ISW RUSSIAN OFFENSIVE CAMPAIGN ASSESSMENT, MAY 27, 2023
Wagner Group mercenaries appear to be withdrawing from Bakhmut city to reconstitute and regroup in the rear as Russian offensive operations decrease in and around the city. The Russian military command may be transferring Donetsk People’s Republic’s (DNR) forces to relieve Wagner Group forces in Bakhmut city. The Russian transfer of DNR elements to Bakhmut may decrease the tempo of Russian offensive operations on the Avdiivka-Donetsk City line. The Russian military command appears to be reinforcing Bakhmut’s flanks with regular formations, however. Former Russian officer and ardent nationalist Igor Girkin accused Wagner Group financier Yevgeny Prigozhin of planning a coup against the current Russian leadership. Ukrainian officials denied Western reporting that suggested that a Chinese diplomat expressed interest in a negotiated ceasefire in Ukraine amidst the likely renewal of Russia’s information campaign surrounding negotiations. Russian forces continued limited offensive operations northeast of Kupyansk and south of Kreminna. Russian forces continued to launch unsuccessful offensive operations on the Avdiivka-Donetsk City line. Ukrainian forces continued to strike rear logistics nodes in southern Zaporizhia oblast. The Ukrainian Main Military Intelligence Directorate (GUR) warned on May 26 that Russian forces are preparing to conduct large scale provocations to create radiological danger at the Zaporizhzhia Nuclear Power Plant (ZNPP). The Russian Ministry of Justice registered the civil society group “Council of Mothers of Wives” as a foreign agent on May 26, likely to curb resistance to ongoing and future Russian force generation efforts. Russian authorities are escalating efforts to portray Russia as a safe guardian of Ukrainian children.
Vége szombat reggel
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2023.05.28 07:16 premiershuttles Pristine Beauty and Tranquility: Exploring Palm Cove Beach
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2023.05.28 07:14 _vanilla-bean_ How can I (19F) connect to all my different cultures and get rid of my imposter syndrome? (bit of a rant too)
I’m not sure if this post belongs here but I can’t find any fitting subreddits and would like to hear advice from someone who is in the position to be giving it. I am a bit mixed with different cultures my father is from the middle east he is Iraqi Kurdish and my mother is American but her father is from Mexico and her mother is indigenous (North American not South American indigenous). As time progressed I was able to see the beauty in my multiculturalism and being mixed but I can’t help but feel like I don’t fit in any of my groups well enough and it’s making me insecure and giving me major imposter syndrome. I know this isn’t the most complicated mixture but it’s sure been made out to be by my family it was constantly mentioned to me.
They always misunderstand one another and it’s super complicated because both have very different backgrounds I mean what my dad went through in his time was unfathomable. They would argue and disrespect one another so much it’s like they weren’t even trying to understand each other at all, religion is also a big conflict. I’ve literally been told I’m just too complicated to love/understand by my moms side.
After what happened I don’t really have any connection to what’s left of my father’s family they basically aren’t in my life so my father’s friends who are some of the refugees that escaped with him have taken on as being my family so they have provided a lot of cultural integration for that side. I was able to celebrate cultural events with them and they treated me like I was apart of them however my father still refused to teach me to be fluent in Iraqi Arabic dialect or Sorani Kurdish, I heavily suspect he doesn’t want me to hear what’s left of his family talking shit about me over the phone about me being American or my mom not being middle eastern (or Muslim) because my dad caught his ex friend talking shit about me and my sister when we were children over it.
As for my mother’s side the Mexican side resides in Mexico I’ve never really gotten to meet them, last time I checked they legally can’t. I’ve mostly been around the indigenous side and the siblings of my mom who carried a bit of our Mexican culture over. I did grow up around a few Spanish speaking people but I was never fluently taught Spanish either. I was present at a few events like quinces but I never was able to be engaged in them neither did I ever get one of my own. I never got to cook any authentic Mexican food along with my tías because I’m presumed to be different all the time and I’ve absorbed introversion from my dad’s culture plus I couldn’t eat pork because my dad would lose his shit.
No one from either side would incorporate me in something like their side convos I wanted to feel accepted and included I wanted to bond on a deeper level. I was there but I wasn’t really there. Sure I can relate to some memes on the internet and inside jokes from each community of these cultures but I’m not fully included. I’m trying to learn all languages but it’s hard doing it at once. Sure the no sabo jokes can be funny but I’ve had people go as far to deny my heritage and call me white/ tell me Im not apart of the community when I try to learn.
It literally happened at a party of majority Hispanic people this guy went on a whole rant to me about how I don’t belong with them and he kept bringing up I don’t have my Mexican family around me which makes me incapable of connecting with that side of me and I “wasn’t one of them and never will be”. It was so bad on my way home I did nothing but sob I was not expecting that I just wanted to have fun. That guy did get told off by some bystanders but I still remember him and his friends laughing at me and calling me “gringa” when all I said was my grandad was from Mexico but I never was around him. They also kept bringing up how I don’t look like them just because I’m of a more olive complexion than brown I’m just slightly naturally tanned (my dad’s skin is lighter than my mom’s). He also grabbed me when he was drunk to say more unnecessary things to me I was definitely feeling a lot of emotions. It’s like I try to learn and get immediately made fun of and shoved away for it like how tf am I supposed to start.
I’m more connected with my father’s culture than anything I have more trouble trying to further connect to my Hispanic/Latino culture it’s hard when I’m only being recognized for what makes me different. The amount of times I’ve only been reduced to just being “Arab” by my moms side and others even though I’m Kurdish and just so happen to have Iraqi culture too is crazy.
What makes it worst is when I worry if I don’t look enough like everything I am which is in itself incorrect because there’s no right way to look like any of these ethnicities. I’m very obviously a person of color but people often tell me I don’t even look Latina which confuses me so much. Sometimes I get told I don’t even look middle eastern because my nose isn’t “strong” which feels slightly racist. Hell my dad’s friends tell me I should take it as a compliment that they think I look half white when I’m not. I have a blend of various ethnic features but I don’t think I look wildly different from either sides. Ive learned to not let it affect me as much because I can’t control other people but I still feel like I don’t actually belong from time to time especially if someone from either of my cultures tells me I don’t look/act enough like them. Not everyone is nasty to me but those who are hurt because I’m a little sensitive about this.
I’ve tried joining clubs on campus and meeting more people but it seems that just makes it worst sometimes. Is there anyway I can try to connect further on my own? I’m still planning to learn all those languages but I doubt I can do that fast enough. I feel insecure when I tell people I’m also Latina because then they start fixating on that and some of them tell me I’m a fake. I’m so tired of feeling like I’m pretending to be something I am I just want to feel like a whole person not half this or part that.
This was hella long I’m sorry but it was kind of a rant I needed that off my chest. I’m not expecting anyone to have the same exact experience just someone who knows what this type of imposter syndrome is and how to heal/fix it.
TLDR; Both sides of my family and all their cultures don’t get along well and I haven’t felt fully connected or integrated in any of them. I’ve tried getting more interaction with others from those groups but it ends very bad sometimes what are some things I can do by myself to connect with these cultures and stop having imposter syndrome?
Edit: I’ve also been called slurs by my mom’s family too I specifically remember being 12 and being called a “good for nothing wetback” by my grandma’s sister. It amplified that “I don’t belong here” feeling I’m trying to get rid of.
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2023.05.28 07:06 Ventingshit Broken Brain
Some reason my brain doesnt want anything. I see people wanting… desiring things in their life. It maybe relationships, food, electronics, clothes, drinks, or certain lifestyle. My brain wants nothing. It looks at things and yawns. It wouldnt care if it were homeless or not. It has feelings but it is very fleeting.
During early college/university my brain would tell me “oh please oh please. Lets get a apartment and have no furnitures. It would be so cool!” Where would I sleep? “On the floor. With blanket and singular pillow.” Where would I sit? “You wont. You can just lay down and look at the ceiling.” What about stove and fridge…? “None. You can just walk to grocery store and get something you dont need to cook.” It is a dream to come to an empty home… abandoned home.
My brain always craves nothingness… emptiness. Always seeks extreme lack of existence. This applies to human interaction. Doesnt want any.
I would ask my brain time to time “What are you trying to say to me?” and it would respond “What do you mean? I am not sure what you mean.“ It is almost like it knows something is wrong but doesnt know what. Everytime I ask to clarify, I just get an error message. ————————————
My parents would say I am the lucky one. Can accomplish month worth of practice for average person…in 2-3 days. Blessed with a gift, I guess. Ability to just magically understand something and when someone asks “how did you do that?” I would respond “It just makes sense. It is well balanced that way.” Always stand out as “smart one“ or “skilled one”… always someones pick.
My parents would always tell me “I wish you and your brother switched.“ Yeah, I guess. My brother always want to achieve and create things. Sadly he received “bad genes” where he would spend all day doing something for months and wouldnt improve at all. He feels useless and untalented as he sees me create something and clearly flourish every step while making it look easy.
My parents would also comment how I am so confident and standing tall… always trying new things and exploring while my brother is ”stuck,afraid, and going nowhere.”
Kind of funny. Kind of unfortunate. Funny for blaming me for their misfortune. Unfortunate for them not realizing. Oh, well. That is life. ——————————-
Here I am… existing. Technically capable of doing… achieving anything due to blessing but my brain just yawns. “For what?” it wonders.
“Hey lets read 30-45 textbooks a month. We have the proof that we can.“ I say.
“Then what?” It says.
“Why not achieve something brilliant? We can technically understand anything if we actually cared about it.” I say.
”Why…? Whats the point when we are going to have the same dilemma?” It says. “Why go for things when…… dont technically exist? I cannot tell the difference between $3 meal and $30 meal. I cannot tell the difference in value. Everything seems same to me. You talk about brilliance and becoming this… person you think is extraordinary… when in reality that person is no different than any other person on this earth.” It says. “Its all in your head.”
Every time it hits me with these responses I become speechless. I dont have anything to say back to it. All I can mutter is… “then what…?” Which then my brain responds “thats what I am trying to figure out. I dont want to engage in the fluff you try to talk to me about. You are wasting time with those ideas. Dont drag me into it.“
The emptiness. The confusion. Trying to find the truth. Trying to do the right thing. The perspective. Consistently changing brain space. Seeking something that doesn’t exist. Not wanting things that already exist. In a weird limbo that I cant seem to escape from. Opening a gift box with nothing inside. Not able to see something that is right front of me. Not in right condition to properly notice.
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2023.05.28 07:03 Emergency_Argument29 Fantasy High: Senior Year, Putting the Bad Kids in a different D20 setting.
The Bad Kids are working on their final project before graduation. Something goes awry and they get transported to a different Dimension 20 setting.
What setting would you want to see them in?
There are so many fun options. My top 3 would be Escape from the Bloodkeep, Unsleeping City, and Crown of Candy.
Escape from the Bloodkeep, throws them into a HIGH Fantasy setting from their pseudo-fantasy setting, without their crystals and any sort of technology (except for the Hangman he can stay). Plus having them go up against the highest level PCs in D20 history would be fun.
Unsleeping City is the other side of the spectrum. Much more modern fantasy I just think would be fun plus the character interactions would be great.
A Crown of Candy, besides upping the intensity it would be a nice full circle adventure for the Bad Kids, since then fighting food was what brought them together as a party.
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2023.05.28 07:02 Human_Not_Robot_2023 Brand Report - fwiw
Trying out the Uncle Ben's tek and wanted to give a report of my results with Good and Gather brand rice bags from Target.
First, the bags do not have a viewing window.
Second, two bags attempted with 1cc GT each. Injection site was midway down the front, into the middle of the rice.
Both bags ended up only partially colonized - even after 5 weeks. Upon opening the bags (which was the only way to see what was going on), I found that the uncolonized rice was very dry. Either all of the moisture had escaped via the micropore vent - or the bags just have less moisture than what I have been seeing from the UB bags people have posted photos of.
Since my bags are now open, I am going to go ahead and dump everything loose and send the colonized rice to the CVG.
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2023.05.28 06:55 psyopticnerve Nothing Grows Here [Part 1}
"Nothing ever grows here."
This was a sentiment my father expressed often, referring to a particular plot on the east side of our property, murmuring the words bitterly. No matter what crops he planted there, no matter the attention he gave them, they would either wither and die or grow in a sickly, twisted fashion.
When I was young I watched him work the land and brought him food and water as the sun beat down upon us, dreading the day that he often told me would come- the day I was old enough to toil alongside him.
My interests were books, knowledge, the arts. Things they taught at school, and the more interesting topics I could learn about from Thomas, our neighbor who lived a mile down the road from us. Though he was several grades above me, Thomas was always kind, treating me as one would a younger sibling and entertaining my curiosities. It was from him that I found myself immersed in works of fiction and fantasy, things that my father would glance at and grimace.
"These things aren't meant for people like us, Leroy. No, we weren't dealt a hand to indulge ourselves in the luxury of idle pleasures for men who do not work with their hands."
He never said these things with a tone of anger or resentment, but rather in a measured way, meant to let me understand that he would derive no pleasure in keeping me from my interests or from walking to the school in a few short months. No, he said these things regretfully, wearily. He too, had once dreamed of a life away from his family's struggling farm. The only of his three siblings to survive adolescence, he chose to stay and aid my grandfather after my grandmother passed and he began succumbing to the bottle.
While my father never gave in to such vices, seeing him grow stiffer and harder of breath each day, I knew that I soon would assume the role he had once played for his father. And so I clung to my remaining days of freedom with a feverish fervor.
"...and it's entirely made of ice?" I asked, insistent and intrusive at Thomas's side.
"No, it's a continent covered by and surrounded by ice…" he replied distractedly, keeping his eyes on his book as we walked, "The, uh, Vikings found it I think… maybe the Spaniards. It's interesting though, no one owns Antarctica… Besides maybe the penguins."
"The Spanish find everything.”
“Mm. The Nazis went there too. My father told me.”
“Does he ever talk about the war?”
Thomas raised an eyebrow but didn’t look up from the page. His father, Sheriff Russell, patrolled Mt.Harmon with an efficiency that could only have been instilled by combat. Nothing ever happened in our sleepy little town, and he often seemed disappointed by this.
“Does yours?” Thomas replied.
“No. Mostly worries about the Russians these days. ”
“You’d think we’d be tired of war by now, wouldn’t you? And yet we continue to find new and horrifying ways to kill one another. Seems if we invent the weapons we’ll invent a reason to point them at someone.”
“Why do we keep making them then?”
There was a long pause between us. I decided to change the subject.
"What are you reading?"
"Frankenstein, or; The Modern Prometheus. It's by a woman named Mary Shelley. Gruesome throughout, it's about a monster created by a man who becomes a monster himself… You'd like it, I think. You can borrow it when I'm finished."
“How does one become a monster?”
“Inwardly. You’ll see when you read it. Conversely, the monster begins to appear more human.”
I pondered the meaning of what he had said and we neared a bend in the road. Thomas suddenly stopped in his tracks and dropped Frankenstein to his side. He stared straight ahead, eyes squinting at something through thick coniferous branches. I followed his gaze, finding nothing.
"Do you see that?"
"No…" I whispered. I followed his finger until I was able to see the camouflaged Great Horned Owl roosting there. Its sharp eyes were trained on us.
“How bizarre,” Thomas remarked.
“Not really. That’s one of the most common species of owl in this region.”
“It’s not bizarre that it’s here. It’s bizarre that it’s awake in daylight and that there are so many in one place.”
Taken aback, I realized the forest we were staring into was staring right back at us. Dozens of these owls were scattered throughout the trees.
“Incredible… Enjoy this moment, Leroy. We’ll never see anything like this again.”
We lingered for a while, soaking it in. After a silent agreement was reached that we had appreciated them sufficiently we turned away and journeyed on.
“You’re getting better with that,” I noted, watching my father adjust the radio’s dial to his favorite station. He often asked me to tune it for him.
“There is a part of me that still dislikes it greatly. Yet I find myself compelled. It doesn’t do us well to be uninformed.”
The broadcast spoke of the weather. The next week was to be warm, uncharacteristically so for this time of year. To this he grunted, “Figures.”
“How does that figure?”
“Maybe it doesn’t. But it gives me something to blame. Might as well be the weather.”
“And what do you blame on the weather?”
“Whatever you want. It’s the perfect scapegoat.”
“I’ll keep it in mind.”
“Let the cat out.”
I journeyed to the porch with the orange creature weaving itself between my feet. It wasn’t our cat, but it was here often enough for us to feel responsible for it. We weren’t sure who it belonged to, if anyone. It scampered out into the night, where a thick fog had settled over the grass. I listened to the chirping of crickets mingle with the muffled chatter of the radio while settling into a creaking rocking chair. The glow from the lamp inside gave off just enough light as I examined the cover before opening Frankenstein, flipping through to see what annotations Thomas had made in his scribbled, slanted way of expressing his thoughts between the printed lines. They always intrigued me as much as the original work. I smiled, returning to the first page.
It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils…
“...Well, what did you think of Duck and Cover?”
Thomas was clearly excited to discuss the schoolwide atomic weapon safety protocol video we had been shown that morning. I was less than eager to reply. Practicing the drill had left me feeling ill.
“A desk would never save us from an explosion of that magnitude.”
“Why not build a bunker?”
Thomas laughed, “It costs money. Besides, would you want to be trapped in a bunker for years until the radiation decays? I’d rather die, frankly, than become a human sardine.”
“If the government really wanted to make dealing with the aftermath convenient, they’d have us each dig our own grave beforehand. When the alarms blare we would simply lie down in them, and wait.” Thomas crossed his arms over his chest and mimed falling backwards.
I forced the resemblance of a chuckle out of a throat that had constricted.
“You don’t look well.”
“Why should I?” I turned to him, exasperated, “I don’t have a desk at home. Even the illusion of shelter might be nice.”
Thomas softened his voice, “I’m sorry, I was trying to make light of the absurdity of it all… I try not to mention that you’re leaving school. I force it from my mind so often that it sometimes slips away completely.”
“It’s not just that.”
“...Doesn’t it bother you? To know that there are decisions being made for us? Ones that we do not get a say in- like who to bomb, or being forced to hide under a desk in the face of certain death?” I could feel my eyes beginning to water.
“...Of course it does.”
“And yet you laugh about it?”
Thomas shrugged, “I try to. Sometimes that’s the only option left.”
“What was your reasoning in choosing a Chevrolet over a Ford?”
My father was patching a tire, I was pestering him while he worked in the barn.
“Truth be told, I could give a damn about brands, makes or models. They all drive, they all break down, they all require special attention to certain faulty components… I simply needed a truck, and this is the one I could afford the day I was buying.”
“So you don’t ever find yourself admiring a Ford?”
“Sure. The grass is always greener, as they say...”
“And as you say. That's an idiom you use often.”
“Perhaps. I’m a practicing pragmatist.”
“You consider yourself to be a pragmatist?”
“...Should I surmise from your tone that you disagree?"
“I… didn’t say that.”
“Not in so many words.”
A pair of owls hooted rhythmically from somewhere to the east. He placed the tire back on the hub, giving me a stern look before winking at me as he began tightening the bolts to the rim. His point was made and my tongue was tied. He gave a curt nod at my concession and lowered the jack, running his hands across the repaired tread to make certain that no air was escaping. Once he was satisfied that it had been patched successfully he wiped them on his coveralls and stood up, grunting and groaning as his tired limbs protested just as loudly.
When he spoke again his voice had lost some of the sharpness it typically held, “There was another matter I wished to discuss with you before this task took precedence this evening”
“I’m all ears.”
“Tell that to the mouth you’re always running…” he chuckled softly, his usual gruff timbre still absent from this remark, “Leroy, I’ve decided to hire some help around here.”
I stared at him, sizing up the implication of what he’d said.
“Do you forget who manages your finances?” I asked, incredulous, knowing that we didn’t have a quarter to spare.
“That only adds to my point. You are a child, yet you understand these things as well, or perhaps even better, than I.”
“Indeed, which makes your statement even more foolish.”
The gruffness came back to his voice with his response.
“Not at all. There is hope for you yet. You haven’t made the poor decisions I have and tied yourself to this cursed piece of land… Nothing grows here. And what does is meager…”
“...Meaning that you will need my help to succeed.”
“Nonsense. You will be at school for the spring and the fall, and in the summer you will have chores. But I cannot bear keeping you here with me. I will hire help.”
There was a finality to what he had said. A weight had been simultaneously lifted from my shoulders and placed firmly in the air between us. Impenetrable and inarguable. I found my lips trembling.
“Were you ever happy here?”
My question took him aback. He regarded me for a while before he spoke, his voice once again lowered to a softer cadence and volume.
“...I suppose I was for a time. We told ourselves we would return home to a hero's welcome… To parades and medals and our loved ones. And we did… To all the fanfare and the admiration… For what we had done. Who we had killed. The enemy- young men just like us. Scared, tired, hungry, sick men that we were told to kill with distorted reasoning, manipulation, for fear of being called a coward or a traitor… Through similar methods they were coerced to do the same to us. At the end of the day, we were only ever trying to survive, no matter which uniform we wore.”
He leaned against the frame of the Chevy.
“So I was happy to survive… I was happy to return to my infant, my wife…” he sighed heavily, staring down at the ground, “And then she left us... She was not happy here.”
“We… Couldn’t we have gone with her?”
“No,” he shook his head, “No, it wasn’t like that, Leroy… She was- is- a spirit meant to be free. She would have never been happy with us. Perhaps I was a fool for ever thinking that she could be…”
I had never heard him speak of her this frankly. I could see his eyes sadden as memories of their time together flashed through his mind. I nearly regretted broaching the subject.
“She was- she is- a good woman, in her own way,” he concluded, looking back at me.
“...And you are a great man,” I told him.
He rubbed his face with his sleeve, quickly concealing the mist forming in his eyes from my sight. When he lowered his arm he was once again composed.
“And you are a great son, Leroy.”
The next morning Thomas was not waiting on the porch for me on the way to school as usual. Instead I was greeted by Sheriff Russell after I knocked on the screen door. Seeing him dressed in a robe and slippers instead of his uniform was oddly disorienting.
"Good morning, Leroy. I'm afraid Thomas has had a fever through the night. His mother believes it best for him to stay in bed for the day. Just getting over mine," he added, seeming to feel the need to justify his attire.
"Oh, well pass it along to him that I hope he feels better soon."
"I'll do that, I'll do just that..." Russell yawned, coffee mug in hand. The sound of bare feet bounding down the steps came from inside and Thomas appeared, looking pale and tired.
“Young man, you ought to be resting!” Darcy poked her head around the corner to half-heartedly scold him.
“I’ll go back up in a minute, Ma, relax!”
Russell scowled at him.
“Did Pop show you this?” he asked, grabbing something off of the kitchen table and pressing it against the screen for me to see.
"Is that what I think it is?"
"Only if you believe it to be a Geiger counter."
“I figured we ought to have a few at the station in case we… Well, you never know these days,” Russell said grimly, “They’ve been giving off odd readings though.”
“Have they been calibrated?”
“Do you really think I didn’t zero them in?” Thomas answered before his father could speak.
“It’s just a question… Were they stored with packets of desiccant? Have you made certain that the ionization chambers have not rusted? That the welds are intact? They will be useless if any air gets inside.”
Thomas looked toward Russell to reply.
“I… don’t know. Well, Leroy, Thomas always told me you were sharp,” Russell said, seeming to have gone from seeing me as a child to an equal in that moment. Darcy reappeared around the corner.
“Thomas, get back in your room and rest!”
He grimaced at her.
“I’ll be better in a day or two,” he grumbled, “I’ll see you then.”
“Feel better. Good to see you, Sheriff,” I said, turning to depart.
“One moment, Leroy,” he called, and I returned to the porch, “Have you ever been to the library in Augusta?”
“No, sir. I’ve never been to Augusta at all.”
“You don’t say? Well, with as much as the two of you read, it occurs to me that it would be a worthy pilgrimage to make. What do you say we all take a trip down once we’ve recovered? I imagine they have a few books in the capitol library that you could never find in our little town.”
“I… I’d love to, Sheriff,” I murmured, flustered by this act of kindness, “I’ll… I’ll ask my father.”
“Good man. And Leroy, you may call me Russell,” he smiled.
This was the night that the monster visited me.
It waited until my sheets were soaked in cold sweat and my teeth chattered uncontrollably to make itself known.
It rose out of the darkness, a form that slowly took shape out of billowing shadow. And then it was before me. Massive. Cadaverous. Its suppurating flesh crudely sewn together in multicolored patches.
But worse was its grin. Something so hideous was not meant to express the joy it conveyed from the cruelty of its intentions. Blackened teeth and bloodshot eyes bore into my very essence as the form of Mary Shelley's literary creation was brought to fruition before me. The scream in my lungs would not release itself. It felt as if a great weight had settled over my throat and ribs.
But no, it was the screaming in my ears that made the tapestry of my nightmare begin to fray.
My eyes shot open and the tethers of sleep paralysis released their grip on my limbs.
There it was once more, shrill and agonized, the sound of something suffering in the throes of its final moments before death.
I was on my feet. My door slammed against the wall. My father's door was already open. As I careened down the hallway I was just able to make out his silhouette, a shotgun in his hands.
"Stay here, Leroy," he barked.
A change had come over him. He was no longer the stiff-limbed, patient father I knew. His posture straightened, his voice was callous. He burst into the night, once more a soldier storming into battle. Even in my panic I could not help being awed by the transformation I had witnessed.
A shot fired…
Then a complete and deafening silence.
I crept to the door, pushing it open just enough to peer out. An impermeable fog clung to the air, making it impossible to make out anything past the porch.
My toes were on the top step now, slowly inching their way to the damp grass.
The owls began hooting and the crickets started up their chatter once more. Altogether, the creatures around seemed to release a breath they had held collectively. Even the fog relinquished its grip on my vision.
I could just make out his slumped form. My feet slapped against the cold earth as I sprinted my way toward him, anticipating the worst.
"Dad, are you okay? Dad!"
Then he was on his feet once more, gripping me by the waist and hoisting me up.
"There is nothing for you to see, Leroy... Nothing at all. Close your eyes, son. Please, close your eyes…"
Despite the desperation and sincerity in his voice my curiosity got the better of me. I squinted through my eyelids, just able to make out the pile of scattered limbs through my lashes. I forced bile back down my throat and clenched my eyes tightly, shocked to find myself wishing to return to the nightmare that had awoke me.
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2023.05.28 06:50 Dai_Tian-Ci 2023 Football Player Breakdown: Kris Jenkins
is 6'3" 285lb senior defensive tackle. He was a 3 star prospect
from Olney Maryland back in the 2020 class, he chose us over offers from Penn State, Virginia Tech, Iowa and Sparty among others. He played tight end and defensive end in HS making plenty of highlight
s, but Michigan saw a lot of potential in him as a run stuffer and moved him to DT.
He is one of the special dudes Harbaugh refers to as a "football guy", you can always see how genuinely happy and excited
playing football makes Kris, he's living his best life!
He certainly had the opportunity to go to the NFL, but chose to return for 2023 for "unfinished business"
. His dad, Kris Jenkins SR,
was a really good player in the NFL for a long time, same goes for his uncle Cullen Jenkins
. Our guy clearly comes from a football family and now he is getting talked about as a potential first round pick for next year!
"At the end of the day, this place feels home to me. The culture we have here with the coaches, my teammates the players, the fans even, this whole place feels like home to me. It didn't feel like anything was wrong with coming back here for one last time. Continuing to grind with my boys and get after it, we love what we do here. They make me really love being here, I just love being here." @ kjj_18 on IG, give the man a follow!
He made his first appearance in 2020, but it would be the 2021 and 2022 seasons where Kris would really make a name for himself as an immovable object plugging up rushing lanes. I have slimmed down his logs from mgoblue to give you just the highlights: Sophomore (2021)
• Appeared in all 14 games with four starts along the defensive line; made 22 tackles including a shared tackle for loss, and one quarterback hurry to earn his second varsity letter • Played along the defensive line against Western Michigan (Sept. 4) • Against Washington (Sept. 11), made five tackles (one solo) with a shared tackle for loss playing along the defensive line • Made his first career start against Northern Illinois (Sept. 18) and was credited with one assisted tackle • Started at the end spot against Iowa in the Big Ten Championship Game (Dec. 4) and contributed four tackles • Credited with seven tackles playing along the defensive line against Georgia in the Capital One Orange Bowl/CFP Semifinal (Dec. 31) Junior (2022)
• Started all 14 games at defensive tackle; led all defensive linemen with 54 tackles and added 3.5 tackles for loss, two sacks and two quarterback hurries to earn his third varsity letter • All-Big Ten selection (honorable mention, coaches and media) • On five occasions, shared Defensive Player of the Week honors for his performances against UConn, Penn State, Michigan State, at Iowa, Illinois • Made two solo tackles, including a sack, in a start against Colorado State (Sept. 3) • Started at end against UConn (Sept. 17) and led the defense with five tackles (three solo) • Had a five-tackle day starting along the interior against Maryland (Sept. 24) • Contributed three stops starting at Iowa (Oct. 1) • Started against Penn State (Oct. 15) and made four tackles (one solo) from the interior • Registered one TFL among five stops in a start against Michigan State (Oct. 29) • Delivered three solo tackles inclduing a five-yard sack at Rutgers (Nov. 5) • Notched five tackles starting on the interior against Illinois (Nov. 19) • Led all defensive linemen with five tackles (three solo) at Ohio State (Nov. 26) • Made two tackles against Purdue in the Big Ten Championship (Dec. 3) • Notched four tackles against TCU in the Vrbo Fiesta Bowl/CFP Semifinal (Dec. 31)
As you can see, Kris was a huge contributor to our success last year, dude had multiple run stuffs in literally every single game so I had to do some editing lmao! You can find the full logs in the first link.
So, where do things go from here for Kris? The former Academic All-Big Ten honoree ('21) wants to get his degree, win his 3rd Big Ten Championship and capture that elusive National Title!
A couple things you may not know about Kris, he's one of five players who are featured on our new NBC intro for games on their network (along w Corum, Edwards, McCarthy, Sainristil), and he also featured in the super bowl commercial for Mike Morse (along w Morris, Colson, Oluwatimi, Keegan).
This is part of a series breaking down Michigan players for 2023, if you want to check out the previous post about Alex Orji you can at the link here
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2023.05.28 06:44 fordoforce My Time with EasyPeasy
I normally don't post on Reddit but I felt like sharing my thoughts so I appreciate those who bear with the length here.
I was addicted to PMO (i.e. the cycle porn, masturbation, and orgasm) for over 15 years. For a majority of that period I had felt I had wasted the formative years of my school life, college and thereafter with this awful behavior. I had a lot of anxiety and self-loathing that was brought on as a result of this. I struggled to find purpose with this; and in the back of my mind kept rationalizing why I kept coming back and sinning again and again after repenting. Was it just some weakness in me or my imaan? Was it my environment? Could it have also been something psychological at play I was overlooking? These questions made me restless for a long time.
It was only after I finished my schooling that I seriously accepted I had a problem and spent the next 4 years trying to find a solution to leave off this filthy and pointless sin for good. I had tried the 12-Step program, SA meetings, personal coaching, Muslim-based recovery programs but I found none were giving me the lasting results that stuck to be porn-free. Some of these solutions did place a great emphasis on surrendering to a Higher Power (i.e. Allah s.w.t) which helped to address some of my spiritual concerns. However, it didn't help me to stay permanently out of the trap because there was still a mechanic of this addiction at play that I didn't fully understand.
That all changed a couple years back when a group of brothers on this subreddit recommended me the EasyPeasy method. I wanted to share some of my experience with the EasyPeasy method. Before starting, I went into reading the book with a lot of doubt and skepticism but found my perceptions of the problem of porn addiction were flipped.
It was in fact my warped mind that was brainwashed to be believe that PMO gave me some genuine pleasure and comfort. This was reinforced by my own nafs and desires that were triggered every time I chased for a fix. The book provided me with the mindset of de-valuing the addiction clearly in my mind using my own logic and reasoning.
Some points to keep in mind. The book addresses the psychological aspects of the addiction. My suggestion:
1) Make a solemn vow between you and Allah that you will leave off this sin for the sake of getting close to Him.
3) Go in and read the book with the open mind and heart and follow instructions. WARNING: The book stresses that you maintain your current routine for PMO until you quit by the end of the reading. Do your best to quit BEFORE reading as you shouldn't be incentivized to continue pursuing haram.
A important distinction is to be made while reading the book that was pointed out by another user (can't find the original post but I'll paraphrase). The book makes mention of two monsters:
Little Monster -> the chemical dependency that is reinforced each time you use or a slightly insecure feeling that compels the craving of another session to fill a void (this is 99% mental and the physical dopamine flushes are so minor you barely feel it - refer to this as Shaytan's whispers as the addiction tangles with your body to sin and get a fix)
Big Monster -> this is the bigger problem that is the key to removing the desire as mentioned in the book (it is brainwashing by society, peers, and media that convinces us that porn gives some genuine pleasure in our life. This is further reinforced by our own nafs and base desires that pull us back into the cycle)
Hopefully the above two points makes sense.
I'd personally start by checking out the digital book first which can be found easily online.
Lastly there is an audiobook on YouTube by Jon Lothe that is a good alternative to the text (found on YouTube). I personally have used the methodology presented to help quit other addictions such as sugar, videogames, and excessive and inappropriate tech/social media use (see Allen Carr for reference).
May Allah bless you all and give you what you are after in escaping this trap for good. Ameen.
I'd also recommend to still follow tips provided through Sunnah and other means like: reflection & mindfulness (muraqabah), fasting (also helpful if not married), journaling, reading Quran, daily dhikastighfar, staying active, etc.
If I said anything of merit it is from the goodness Allah s.w.t. If I say anything wrong or stuff to offend it is of my own mistake and my nafs.
Wish you all the best in your journeys!
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2023.05.28 06:41 Classic_Waltz1874 I made a wiki fandom page for J.R. from S3.
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2023.05.28 06:40 nlxfx17 4774 Angel Number meaning
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2023.05.28 06:39 Kaxology Fresh level 40 here, I'm very confused and where to start farming?
After 50 hours journey from level 1-40 since free weekend, I've finally reached....a bunch of notifications? Bounties, seasons, summit, global levels, raids and all that bullshit, it all hits me in the face all at once. I'm aware that there is a resource on this subreddit
but I'm still left wondering where I should be starting from. Some of these content might be for veteran min-maxed builds and some are for newer players but I don't know which is which. I'm merely a new player with a crafted super m90, a whole TWO level in SHD level and a bunch of random crap I'm wearing simply for having a higher armor value.
I'm trying to focus one thing by trying to get the tardigrade armor for Kamikazevondom build
but what is the best way to get one? Do I have to play at a very hard difficulty to get the best version? How do I "max" it after I get it?
I feel like I can't get anywhere since I'm too weak for to get any meaningful gear since it took me like 5 deaths to take over a normal difficulty alert level 3 control point only to get some barely superior gear, doesn't help that almost everything I've poured into the recalibration station gets reset starting the DLC.
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2023.05.28 06:37 AdAdministrative2217 Need help with my cat!!
I have had cats all my life, I consider myself an expert until this cat. Most my cats have been indoooutdoor cats but with my last cat (Mau RIP) she was fully indoors after experiencing too much loss from allowing cats outdoors...
Now I have Mr. Sinatra. I rescued him from outdoors at the age of 5 months. Now he is 9 months and from the very first day, he has NOT given up on wanting to be an outdoor cat. What do I do?! I play with him, chase him, have a cat tree and tons of toys yet he wants outside every moment that he can! He cries to go outside and I bring him out under supervision but then he still always tries to escape to the bigger world!
Do I just let it be and allow him to be indoooutdoor? Or do I make him learn (under an iron fist) to be indoors?
He is chipped. He is smart and super athletic. He has the personality of a wild cat but coated as a husky. Idk what to do!! Help!
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2023.05.28 06:36 majesticpuffnstuff 27 M, Working the overnight shift tonight! Anyone want to become new best friends?
Hey there everyone 👋🏻 It’s nice to meet you! So I guess a run down, I’m Spencer! I’m 27, from Ontario 🇨🇦, I’ve got two cats that are my absolute world, I work nights at as an auditor at a hotel and am a game master at an escape room/board game cafe during the day, I play the ukulele and skateboard and hike in my free time, love music and movies as well! I play DND and WoW with my friends on the weekend. Big fan of crime and conspiracy documentaries. I love the outdoors, just the basic stuff for now! there’s a little blurb about me, am willing to pay my cat tax, hope y’all have the best day🙏🏼
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2023.05.28 06:35 longingform0re 34 [M4F] An Openminded Friendship
First off, I’m married and totally understand if that’s not what you’re looking for. I am also a dad. I just prefer being upfront about that. Your relationship status is of no consequence to me. I am hoping to find a woman to get to know in a judgement free environment. All I ask is that you have an open mind and an open heart.
In truth I am hoping to find a lasting friendship. I want to be able to share about our days together. I want to truly get to know each other and be able to share things together that we just can’t with anyone else.
I crave intimacy and am open to flirtation and more if the chemistry is there. Why limit ourselves? But I’m not in any hurry. Let’s take our time getting to know each other and see where our conversation takes us. I look forward to escaping into a world of our own.
I am on the west coast of the United States if location is important to you. Where you are from doesn’t matter to me so long as we find time for each other.
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