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i (18f) have had a crush on this guy, Z (18m) since first grade. i’ve always had it in the back of my mind, every little possible thing to pull me away hasn’t worked, i’ve gotten into three relationships (in the third currently), seen him in his own, but no matter what, he’s still a stick in my heart that won’t go away.
i’m currently dating N (19m) long distance, he lives in california, i live in canada. he’s the best thing i could’ve asked for, we have the same humour, a dynamic that just “clicks”, we are each other’s types visually, he always goes out of his way to care about me even when he’s tired, reassures me about everything, motivates me to do better for myself when i’m in a stuck depressive episode, and is a really honest, true-to-heart guy. i honestly feel so in love. caring for him and expressing my love feel like second nature, and i enjoy every bit i have talking to him.
yesterday though, was my prom, and was probably the last time i’d see Z in a close group setting, since i’ve transferred out of that high school and haven’t been friends with Z since grade 6. i saw him, and just this overwhelming pull told me that i just had to do it.
so right before he left, i called out to him, his last name, that i’ve called him since we were friends. and i told him. i told him i’d had a crush on him for all this time, and i just wanted to tell him. i felt a wave wash over me, like the most tension and relief at the same time i’ve ever felt. and he just had this face of disbelief and tender embarrassment. but Z had to go since his friends were taking a limo ride to one of their houses, so he asked if i wanted his number, but i ended up giving him mine, and he left.
i don’t know how to feel. if i had gotten his number, i probably would’ve never texted him, but since i gave him mine, i just feel so anxious that he’s gonna text me and i’ll have to say something since i don’t want to be rude.
but i have N.
N has been there for me since we met, and has always expressed that any sign of cheating, he is out. i know what i did was wrong, but the pull to get closure that i could’ve never gotten if i hadn’t said anything just took over. i never planned on doing anything further than confessing, but the thought of Z texting me just makes me feel both guilty and expectant.
i just don’t really know what to do. i got my bit of closure, but it’s still trailing, and the guilt is eating me up. i love N, and i should’ve never gave Z my number, but now what can i do?

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In 2012 I remember going through a lot of amateur animated short films on youtube. Made with Maya, I think. There's one about a boy that's being scolded by the principal for using his computer too much, and it's revealed the computer is his girl friend he was sitting next to and playing a game on his phone with while they were waiting for the principal to come in. They stopped and she puts the phone on a necklace.
I remember her saying "This noob never remembers what facade means" and then there's a montage of scenes of him asking her what facade means, while always pronouncing it a different way. "What's fah-sade mean again? What's fah-sahd mean again? What's... Fakid?"
And then, while he's studying, she asks if he wants to play WoW or LoL or something, so they jump up to do that.
At the end, the principal tells him "Shut her down, Mac, now." And they look at each other, and she powers down and slumps over. The principal asks when's his next class, and she immediately boots back up and states the time of the next class. He pushes her down again, and says "I knew that."

I made it back to Austin on May 1st, 2023, and am having a difficult time finding weird people like me😀. This may come to nothing, but I thought I'd give a shot at creating a safe space for single witches of every path to drop in and say hello to one another. To often, we become comfortable in our tight little circles and miss the amazing gift that others can be if we just knew who they were. If you come here propagating organized religion and disrespecting our beliefs, of course I will block you (if that's possible here), but more than this, my magick REALLY WILL find you and upend your existence. I am no beginner, and I follow the Left Hand Path though I do not identify as a 'satanist' or some kind of 'devil worshiper'. To me, that is merely the angry polar opposite of the Christian mythos, and the TRUTH of the Old Ways both predates and transcends the quiltwork patchjob of ancient pagan philosophies/mythologies that modern Christianity is. So save it. It is both unwelcome and unwanted, and will not be tolerated here. That said, the TRUE Left Hand Path adheres to the earliest understandings of god/goddess, which is both creative AND destructive: Creative when it is fitting, destructive when it is called for. And you sow the seeds of your own crop, which YOU WILL eventually feast on (whether you like it or not). Inside every true Witch, there are two people: A King/Queen, and a damned fool! The one you talk to is the one you get. So he respectful here. Be REAL. And if you are phishing and trying too hustle others so you can steal from them by your emotional terrorism, I will warm you only ones: For times since I have been in Austin someone had attempted to play me online. For times I smelled it coming a thousand yards out, called them on it, and TOLD them the things that at midnight I would unleash in their lives. One made not reply that evening, none at all; three mocked. Within 72 hours every single one of them were blowing up my phone, apologizing, and begging me to make it stop. Two of them offered ME money if I would just recall what I had done. Their money can rot with them. Amy of my brothers and sisters that shows up here--- leave them alone! They are my Family, and I get REAL FIUCKNG SERIOUS when people abuse my Family. You have been warned.

NOW: For my Family who are led to this place, I bid ye welcome. Merry Meet! I look forward to getting to know you. My Path here in Austin is being blessed beyond my most hopeful expectations. But I am absolutely alone here, and it stands to reason I am not the only one. So, here we are. I am anxious to make dinner friends. But, despite what most would conclude about someone following the darker path, I believe in complete transparency in ANY relationship, including friendship. So before you choose to say hello, there are a couple things you have a right to know up front: I was raised by and with outlaws. 

Real one percenters. I just thought that was what I was supposed to be. In a nightmare of a night in 1989, in the throws of a nervous breakdown after putting my firstborn 5 year old child in a hole in the ground (ending his year and a half long agonizing experience with lymphoma cancer), and three quarters of Him Beam in for the day, a 44 year old man attempted to kill me and leave with both families bags of goodies. I won. And for it, because of my family and the guys I was known to ride with, the state of Texas took me down hard, going I would roll over on all of them. When I wouldn't, they railroaded me with a 35 year sentence of which they made me do 30 flat. Everytime I called up for parole, the Federal Marshals and within a week they Texas Rangers would come and "interview" me, threatening me AGAIN with parole of I didn't talk. When I let loose with whatever creative things I had came up with for that time fire them to do with their parole papers, they would indeed see to it that I was once more denied parole. I did not waste my time down there. Well, I suppose I wasted the first 11 years being angry, and young & stupid 🙄 (I was only 24 when all of this occurred). But in 2002 the Old Ways saved my life. I had practiced for years, but having grown up in an unspeakably abusive home, I carried so much repressed anger and hurt (that I had no clue how to deal with) that I wasn't worth knocking in the head. Returning to the Path of my ancestors, for the first time in my life, I found true peace. I struggled for a while to keep a promise I made to my mom that at least once in my life I would give her religion (Christianity) am honest try--- and I did. With all of my heart. But honestly, there is only emptiness there for me. And I eventually returned to the ways of the Old World where I had found Me, really found Me. I am 57, in great shape, got my education while I was down there; took every self help class and did every positive course I could get into while there as well, and have been free at last for next two and a half years now. Years which I have wasted trying to mend familial fences and help loved ones that don't really want any help (mostly meth addicts). In April, I gave up and returned to Austin, my favorite places in Texas since I first moved here in 1981. I am from Livingston, Texas originally. But when I was 16 my metal bands picked up a producer in Houston and we made a splash in the pond. We moved to Austin (the band), and the months later had a manager from LA, who moved us there, and the rest is history. But I was unable to outrun the psychological damage done, primarily, by my mom as I was growing up, I couldn't hide from Me. And I was SO frigging broken. I was never an alcoholic or a drug addict. I did my share of everything back then, but I had seen it all swallow people I had known and loved, and I had NO intentions of being another statistic for that shit. Within a few years, two of the guys in my hand were full blown addicts, so my brother and rhythm guitarist, Mike, and I (who had to handle the lion's share of the workload alone) the in the towel and came back to Texas. That was about the time we found out my son was sick, and it all went downhill from there. When the mental torment would get too much, I would lose myself in a whiskey bottle to keep from putting a . 44 slug through my skull before daylight. It was on one of these days that a bro called me and asked me to make a drop. It was an emergency for him and it was already set up. But that evening he'd been told his little 19 year old college student, straight laced, awesome little sister had been killed here in Austin in a traffic accident on the loop, and her needed to go be with his family. Though I had pulled up on ANYTHING illegal when my daughter had been born a year and a half earlier, I said yes to him under the circumstances just that once. And the guy we had done business with for a decade decided, I guess, since it was this cute kid that showed up he would make a come up. He'd BEEN told about me numerous times. I was dangerous when I was young. But his arrogance won the conversation in his head and he tried to end me. And what pathetic excuse for a life that I had at that point was destroyed, and his own ended. If I could undo it, I would. If I could trade places with him, I would. But we can't unring a bell. There are consequences for the things we do. Sometimes they are severe. They were for me. But I made it through, somehow. And here I am. Hoping to make some friends. Have an amazing rest of your day. So Mote It Be! 🌹

I’m on an old iPhone 8 so I’m scared it might crap out on me. I use iCloud and have two factor authentication on with my phone number. If this phone were to crap out and I got a new one with the same number, would I be able to get into my iCloud account on the new phone? (Sorry if this is a dumb question, clearly I am behind on technology)

My girlfriend of 4 years randomly asked through text while visiting my parents alone for a couple days to move out and "take a break"because of the relationship problems we have which are the regular issues of couples in their 20's , communication, balancing personal and quality time ect. we got into a soft argument after she asked me that randomly and we didn't talk until the next afternoon because i was coming home, i got home she and she acted like nothing happened but is passive aggressive, i asked her if she wanted to talk she said she didn't have much to say, i had a suspicion that another guy may have been a factor in this so i caved in and went through her phone, i seen that she was texting a highschool friend while i was away at my parents and was telling him that she feels bad for asking me to leave our house randomly but she doesn't want me any more, they ended up meeting later that night she drove a hour to his house at 1am, i read a text that said “ your for sure my prize and i know can't talk to you unless i'm single " i stopped reading at that text i didn't want to know more. how should i go about this? direct confrontation or just leave? i don't know if they had sex but i still consider this cheating

If I had to recap my whole life, it would be a very long, confusing, but yet an emotional book.
It all started at Methodist Hospital. I was born into a world I never thought would be this horrific.
At a young age, I learned that independence was key. I did everything myself because that’s how it went. I thought asking for help and seeking help was me being dependent on something I would never get. I was born into a religion I never understood. The women were the lower class of all people. They were under men, the “leaders” of the world. I grew up only knowing I was not better than any man I laid my eyes unto.
As I aged, I found out I would never be able to look like the other girls, the pants wearing, crop top wearing, short hair, normal girls. I was always the outcast of the girl groups, only because I didn’t fit in with their beliefs. I always tried to fit in, but no matter what, I was never the right puzzle piece.
Going to school was always something I kind of had trouble with. Not anxiety, no, nothing like that. Just afraid that I was going to be made fun of because of my clothes. That’s whenever I kind of found out I was developing anxiety.
I made it throughout K-3, then a big change happened in my life that I never thought would’ve happened. I never really noticed my mother and father’s issues they were having until that very night. It was after school, my father, me, and my brother were going to go get ice cream and I just sensed something was off because my mother wasn’t coming with us. I was only 7 at the time so I really didn’t expect something to happen, all I knew was that we were going to get ice cream.
I was in the back seat of my father’s truck. Sirens started going off behind us, red and blue lights appeared in the front mirrors. I was confused about what it was, I looked in the back window and noticed, It was a police car. Why? Why was a Police car behind us? We weren’t speeding?
I looked at my dad as he stared into my eyes, his eyes flooded with tears. I was confused and scared. Was he getting arrested? That’s the only thing that went through my mind. As the police officer approached the window, I couldn’t hear what he was saying to my father. When he got done speaking to him, he let up the window and turned the truck around. Why was he turning around? Weren’t we getting ice cream?
I asked why we were turning around, he only looked at me with an emotionless face. Then he smiled and told me it was going to be all okay. But still, he never answered my question. Where were we going?
As we turned around I noticed this was the way back to our home. We were going home?
Why?
We pulled into our driveway and the officer was behind us. We drove up to our house and my grandmother was standing outside. We all stepped outside of the car, but my dad started walking to the officer. I asked my grandmother what was happening, she only looked at me and smiled, she didn’t respond to my question. Why was everyone being so quiet? No one responded to what I was saying?
She had the gatogolf cart parked in front of the garage and told us to hop on and that we were going on a ride around the house. I was still so confused on why my dad had just walked off to the end of the driveway to meet the officer? Why was the officer here in the first place?
As I looked at my grandmother, tears drowned her eyes. I looked at my brother, we were both so confused. I finally got a response out of my grandma, but it still wasn’t the response I was looking for. It was only a, It’ll all be okay.
But I knew it wasn’t going to be all okay. I knew that my mother and father were having some issues before all of this but I didn’t expect it to lead to this.
I finally got informed on what was going on, my mother and father were getting a divorce. At the time I didn’t understand what that word meant. Until it was explained to me. For the whole night I was blank, I cried all night and was so confused. My father wasn’t allowed to be around me and my brother. Why? Isn’t he my father though? Why are they keeping him away?
I never understood why until it was all explained to me. He abused my mother. He hurt her verbally, mentally, I didn’t know who to believe. Believe my mother or my father..?
I got one last goodbye hug from my father before we had to leave to go to my aunts for the night. I really wasn’t used to being far away from him, neither was my brother. I cried all night at my aunt’s house. I just didn’t understand why.
The next morning I found out I had to leave to go to my mom’s mother’s house. I was still so confused on why I couldn’t see my father. I wasn’t used to being this far away from him for this period of time.
My mother came to pick me up. I asked her everything, and she told me that her and my father were just done. I honestly just went blank. I don’t remember anything else I said or did that whole entire day.
The whole week at my mom’s mother’s house was just kind of weird for me. But it felt like me and my mom made a huge bond though. I had never worn a pair of jeans in my life, but one day, I finally felt what it was like. I felt so different. When me and her went to get me a pair I was kind of nervous but she helped me through it. My mother had already cut her hair and started wearing jeans, I had never seen this side of her. I kinda liked this “new” side of my mother. I was just still kinda in shock.
My mom looked so relieved and free. I felt happy for her, I always noticed she wasn’t very happy when she and my father were together, but I never understood why until one day. My mother and father were arguing in the dining room and I remember just looking at both of them, asking them to please stop arguing. I finally told my dad to go upstairs and my mom to go to the bedroom. They listened to what I said, which surprised me. But it helped settle both of them. I knew the divorce was kind of a good idea, they needed to get away from each other. But most of all, my mother needed to get away from him. I never noticed how much of a manipulative, narcissistic, abusive man he was because I never saw that side of him, but my mother did and all she was doing was trying to get help.
Me and my mom would dance in the bathroom to songs she would download on her phone, and I remember those being my most cherished memories of all time. When me and my mom had time to ourselves, it felt like I was living a whole different life. At first I was a daddy’s girl, but I later found out that for the rest of my life I’d be a momma’s girl.
As I got older, things took some hard turns. Later in my life I started developing a lot of depression and anxiety out of this world. My mother married someone and I’ll never mention his name ever again. He ruined her life, even when he knew my mother was already torn up from a past abusive marriage. He was such a narcissist. He acted like he loved me and my brother, but he never truly did. He proposed to her in the kitchen of our apartment. He cheated on my mother not long after he proposed. After my mother found out he had cheated on her he left, but he came back. We were living in an apartment at the time. One night I got called into her bedroom and there he sat, on the bed. Why was he back I wondered. I wasn’t disappointed in my mother, I was just so confused on why she wanted a man that cheated on her again. He hurt her. At this time, I found out that I legitimately hated men. They ended up dating again and I didn’t really know what to think. I had such mixed feelings about him. When he tried talking to me in the bedroom the night he came back, I didn’t say anything back so of course he wanted to leave because he said I didn’t want him there, which was the truth. I hated him, he hurt my mother just like my father had done to her.
Finally we moved into our home we still live in! I was so excited to finally live in a home, I was happy in the apartment but I was happy to leave those horrible memories behind me.
Him and my mother got married finally a little while after we moved in. I didn’t really know what to think about it, but as long as my mother was happy, I would be happy too.
I finally got used to him being here, me and him kinda built a bond. I mean he was my stepdad.
But everything changed, again. One night, me, him, my mother, and my brother all went to rookies downtown. I was furious at my father, and I don’t even remember why..
I was kind of influenced to call him and give it all to him, but half of me wanted to do it also, so I did it.
When we got home I took my mother's phone and called him. I was nervous but ready. I told him how I felt about having to wear skirts and how I had to pretend to be something I truly wasn’t. My father had never heard me cuss so it took him by surprise when he heard that. He didn’t even care about how I felt, he only cared about the one cuss word I had let out.
I knew no matter how much I fought to stay with my mom forever, it would never happen. I tried everything, CPS, Court, everything in my power, but nothing worked. I hated my dad, I hated him so much. I didn’t want to even consider him my father anymore. I hated my father so much.
I wanted to only be with my mother forever.
But then another divorce happened. My step dad and mother got a divorce because of everything he had done to her. He had done worse things to her than my father had done. I hated him so much. I still do with everything with me. I wish I could hurt him more than he hurt my mother. She didn’t deserve any of this. She just wanted love and loyalty, but all she got was dishonesty and pain in the end. Why won’t anyone just treat my mother right?
I felt like every man that would step into the house I would make a strong bond with. Then they would just disappear forever. That’s why I just can’t stand men. I’m not a feminist, but I just want to protect my mom forever.
Everyone has their own issues, but mine are just different. I feel like no matter how much help I try to get, nothing ever works. I’ve tried therapy, journaling, the rubberband method, and nothing helps. Medication is what I thought would help me, but it didn’t help at all. I love to be alone, but sometimes it doesn’t help. The only person that is really keeping me alive right now is my mother. If I didn’t have my mother here, I would have no point in living anymore. I love her, she deserves so much better. I would do anything to make her life better. I hate seeing her cry, stress, and just anything that makes her feel horrible. I would work in the desert, cut every single part of my body, pour salt in the cuts for her. I would put myself through so much for that woman. She just deserves so much more. There is no one else I would do that for. She’s the woman that felt me inside her, gave birth to me, and still has me. I will always be here for her. There will never be a time that she’ll be alone. No one can love her like I do. She’s like an egg, she’s so fragile. I don’t want anything happening to her.
But my life is so hard to deal with. I’m scared I’ll hurt someone, because as the saying goes, “Hurt people, will hurt people”. I just don’t want anyone hurting her. She’s such a special and loving woman. Through all the hell she has been through, she still will always be the strongest woman I’ve ever met and the only mom I will ever love. No one will ever beat my mother.
I’m so glad I have her. She taught me everything I know, how to tie my shoes, how to do my hair, my fashion ways. I just want her to myself. I don;t want anyone else to have her, ever. Just me and her is all I want for the rest of my life.
As we can see, my life has been full of ups and downs, but no matter what..I know I’ll always have that one special person by my side, her.

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bby pic of me and my gorgeous mother.

Because of issues with my mother I told her to leave me alone until the end of my pregnancy. Well that's gone about as good as I thought it would🙄🙄
I asked for no contact, unless it's an emergency, because I cannot talk to her for more then like 5 minutes without her making the conversations all about herself. How hard her life is with my younger siblings at home - that's because she didn't parent them my older sister and I did and they don't see her as a mother. How little money she has - because she buys crap off the TV all the time and has like every streaming service individually, making it more expensive. Her credit is so bad that she HAS to have a pay as you go phone but never pays it on time. How my family never visits - um I did less than 6 months PP and she failed to tell us her AC was broken then got mad we wanted to leave early, how selfish of me not wanting to keep my new born in a house that was over 80F on a cool day. There's also the refusal to acknowledge that she and my dad abused me and my sisters until we could fight back.
But she just had to tell my older sister, to tell me, that she MIGHT be getting rid of streaming services because they're too expensive. I told my sister that I had asked mom to leave me alone, for some reason that set my sister off - she has the worst relationship with our mom so I don't know what lie my mom told her to get my sister that upset. I then decided to cut off the head of the snake that is my mother.
I texted her - Did you tell OS, to tell me, that you were canceling streaming services? I asked you to leave me alone until AFTER I have this baby. Could you please just respect that?
Mom - I didn't tell her to tell you. Why would I do that?
Me - *Screenshots conversation with OS and sends it to mom* then explain this?
Mom - Well I told her I was going to, but I didn't tell her to tell you.
That's the end of the conversation. I refused to respond to another message. She's clearly lying again and I cannot deal with it.
About two weeks before this I was talking to my grandmother, her mom, and found out G-Ma had fallen and been injured. That I would have liked to have found out when it happened and my grandma was under the impression that my mom HAD told me, so she's lying to her children and her mother.
Her most recent text was about Netflix not allowing sharing anymore, not a big deal because I don't use it. BUT she just had to text me about it and tell me about it, like it wasn't in the news. Then she casually mentions my sister getting into a car accident and then back to her complaining about her life.
The only reason her number isn't blocked is because my siblings use her phone to call me, when she allows it. As soon as my youngest sibling is out of the house she's going on full block.

So I don’t know if this is been said but it’s too easy to get a 4:3-4.2 receiver in the draft. Just had a draft and needed a receiver and there is a 4.35 receiver who is 10th at his position the number 1 was like 4.25. Just feel they shouldn’t be this common, am I the only one

THIS IS NOT A SERUS SITUATION BTW. I don’t know how to tell my mother that her attitude makes me want to be in foster care. The foster care stuff is besides the point right now. Mind you that I’m a 17F. My mother is the biggest pessimist you’ll ever meet. She’ll tell strangers all of our bad characteristics and how we didn’t do this or that. Basically airing out all of our dirty laundry. Sometimes about how she wishes that we weren’t so much of a failure in life or how we spend our money. Little stuff like that. She grew up in a household where parties and fights were a huge thing. She never wanted that life for us and here her son is like that. My brother has kidney failure and has issues with his heart. My mom hates mental health where she doesn’t understand or makes the comment “back in my day mental health didn’t exist because we weren’t weak”. My parents are in their 50s so born in the 60s. Yeah I understand that she was mentally strong because of her living situation but she puts so much pressure on us about mental health not existing. She kicked out all of my older siblings except my 2 brothers and my younger sister. She has the expectation that all of us aren’t good enough. Well today she got mad at me and yelled loud and cussed at me. She wanted a pop and my phone was resting on the 6 pack of pop. I made a small sigh and she got mad saying that she didn’t do that to me when I was a little baby. Lately she’s been saying stuff like that. “If I knew you were gonna be like that when you got older then I wouldn’t have taught you your abc’s or numbers. I should’ve just sighed when you cried or when you wanted to talk to me. Your attitude is just shittier than hell. Go home this is my house not yours.” This type of saying varies due to the current conversation or situation. When she says it to my my siblings, she tells them to leave. I stay up at night and think of every time she says that to me. I cry because I’m her rainbow baby and sometimes wish that my brother survived instead of me. Her saying that makes me feel like she regretted having me. It sometimes makes me want to leave but I’m not a legal adult. DONT WORRY IM NOT GONNS DO ANYTHING. It’s funny because her dad had anger issues and she does too. She passed it down to her kids. My father is very kind hearted and sometimes misses my mom when they first fell in love. He said that she’s not the woman she used to be. She’s been horribly pessimistic for about 10 years but lately it’s been worst. I don’t want to say this but I’m waiting for this to catch up to her and to see her downfall. Yes I still love her but what goes around comes around. I don’t like therapists because I live in a small town and gossip travels quickly. I cry about every night and don’t know how to cope with the yelling and bringing down. please help me cope. Very much appreciated and thanks for reading 🫶 I love all of you and hope you have a nice day ❣️

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i have tested for rubella igg several times and tested positive so i should have the antibodies and my numbers haven’t changed. this week i also tested for rubella igm which tested positive. when the nurse called me she did think it was odd that i could be positive for both. has this happened to anyone? and could the igm be a false positive? i tested at labcorp and will be retesting in several weeks.

When someone dials my GV number with all 11 digits (eg 1-555-123-4567), the caller immediately hears a slow busy tone. Interestingly, the call is immediately registered as Missed on GV's side.
Dialing the same number without country code (eg 555-123-4567) and the call rings for awhile then eventually goes to what I can only describe as dial-up modem on crack, and the call is never reported on GV's end. At no point in either scenario does my phone ever actually ring.

I'm juggling quite a few responsibilities at the moment, working two jobs (one full time and an hourly freelance gig), and trying to push forward a music career, so I'm trying to squeeze a lot of stuff into my days. I try to workout 2-3 a week (no weights-body weight training and/or yoga), meditate, journal, and cook for myself at least a few times so I don't end up getting delivery every day. I also try to go out every so often as I've found my mental health, as a social person, is heavily reliant on the amount of time I spend around others. I probably go out 2-3 times a week.
I've been tracking my time to see where all my time goes. And I'm finding that the amount of work I think I'm doing is not accurate. I can barely get any work done for my two jobs, amassing an average of 10 hours of focused work every week, and about 2-3 hours of musicianship or music administration stuff. My exercise/yoga/meditation practices are probably only 3-4. So it's looking like I'm only really "doing something" for 17 hours every week.
I sleep about 9 hours every night, and obviously shower and cook. But things aren't quite adding up to me. Whenever I've heard about other people reaching for their goals, they're always like "I worked for 60 hours every week" to get to my goal. I don't wanna work like that because that's excessive, but it makes me feel a little weird. I'd like to know I can at least get 40 hours of work in, including all the wellness stuff I do.
I feel really frustrated with myself. I've blocked off social media from my phone, to only let me use it 45 minutes out of the day. But I still play Youtube videos in the background while I work, as it makes me feel less alone in my apartment. Sometimes I feel really anxious and end up on Reddit because it helps me distract myself. So I'm guessing these two social networks I keep open (Youtube and Reddit) are taking up more time than I think.
I just feel like I'm stuck in a weird cycle of wanting to get more work done, but then feeling stressed and anxious when I'm working and resorting to social media for comfort, so I don't get as much done. Blocking off things only does so much when I'm not feeling good.
I want to be more productive, be less stressed, and have more energy throughout my day. What are some things that have helped people with this?

Recently i've been falling into my old bad habits of spending in excess of 4-5 hours on my phone wasting time instead of studying, working and pursing hobbies. This has lead to me being more prone to coming across something triggering and thus causing me to masturbate. My exams are coming up so I need to lock in. Im staying off my phone and not using instant gratification anymore. Good luck to you all.

This started after I was watching a TV documentary about the holy grail, and the subject came up about all the efforts Himmler and the SS had made to find it in the south of France/Spain. This included a visit to the castle the SS was using as their main training facility, which they'd completly rebuilt using psuedo-aryan symbolism. This included a number of representations of the rune "Sigil" as their emblem (the SS symbol on their tunics and devices was a double "Sigil" or twin lightening runes), which got me wondering if Mr. Fujishima had considered this when he named Sigil. (Heil Skuld!) The SS was supposed to be Hitler's bodyguard unit and Sigil is certainly Skuld's bodyguard. (mostly humorous intent here)
So I decided to look up myself (and there I was) what the rune sigil meant. I'd read all the standard Oh/Ah My Goddess! explainations, but they just repeated what was in the Dark Horse translated manga. It proved interesting and shows just how hard it is to pin these things down sometimes.
Sigil is an Anglo-Saxon rune located in the second Aett (or Heimdal's Aett), or group of 8 runes. It is also known as sighel, sowilo, saugil, sigel, sol, soilleir, and other varients, depending on the source. It's associated color is yellow.
Besides the phonetic letter "S", the rune literally means the sun, but also represents lightening. It symbolizes natural power, the sun representing both life force and elemental energy (fire & lightening). Interestingly, in the Germanic myth it was regarded as a feminine atribute. (Two sigils crossed make a sun-wheel, otherwise known as a swastika. Another reason the SS used two sigils.)
Symbolically ( rune readings ), sigil represents success, goals achieved, honor, one's life-force, health, a time when power will be available to you for positive changes in your life, victory, health, and success. It relates to one's contact between the higher self and the unconscious. Wholeness, power, elemental force, sword of flame, cleansing fire.
If cast in opposition (Sigil cannot be reversed) it represents false goals, bad counsel, false success, gullibility, loss of goals, destruction, retribution, justice, casting down of vanity, and the Wrath of God (or at least that of a teenage goddess).
So it's a bit more than just the rune that signifies "Life".
And as long as I was looking up Sigil, I thought I'd take a look at Peorth.
Peorth is also an Anglo Saxon rune located in the second Aett (or Heimdal's Aett), or group of 8 runes. It is also known as poerdh, pertho, perdhro, pairthra, Peordh, None, Pailt, and other varients. It's associated color is Blue or Red (Dark Auburn hair?)
Besides the phonetic letter "P", the rune's meaning is uncertain, having been translated as hearth, fruit tree, vagina, dice cup, and chessman amongst other things.
It's called the gambler's rune because of its shape (like a cup for casting dice from), and in this way is connected with major changes in life, opportunity on one hand, disaster or failure on the other. It doesn't however predict the outcome, only that such a situation will present itself. (Thus Peorth's name associates her with fate, or Wyrd, much like the norns are)
In other contexts it's a symbol of the feminine, implying "womanly traits" as well as sexuality. So Peorth certainly is living up to her name.
Symbolically ( rune readings ), peorth has a number of meanings, making its exact meaning unclear. It reminds us of the uncertainties in life and represents freewill in connection with the restrictions we have due to our circumstances. It is viewed as a rune of memory and problem solving. It can be symbolic of secret matters, mysteries, hidden things and occult abilities. Initiation, knowledge of one's destiny, knowledge of future matters, and determining the future or one's path through life.
In its feminine context it can refere to the feminine mysteries including female fertility, and "matters of the vagina". (I had to quote this one) It also can be found in relation to good luck, chance, the unknown, fellowship, joy, finding things that are lost, evolutionary change and alternatively, can be linked with sacred music, bardism and the sacred dance. (You'll note that most of these also apply to our Peorth.)
If cast in opposition or reversed (upside down), peorth can mean addiction, stagnation, loneliness, or malaise.
So it seems obvious that as a rune, peorth is considered a general utility symbol that covers a wide range of things, much like the goddess who's named after it.
While I don't think Mr. Fujishima is an expert on runes and rune casting (though you never know) it's pretty obvious he knows someone who is. While he could have picked Sigil and Peorth's names off a website, the detailed rune reading he has Belldandy cast for Urd in Another Me is the work of someone who knows their business. (If you hadn't noticed, the names on the casting circles are the Norse versions of their names, Urda & Verthandi. A detailed examination of Bell's rune cast can be found at the AMG Fan, Observations Website.)
My guess is he described the characters he had in mind and this someone suggested the runes to name them by. Then, with the rune profile in hand, he fine tuned the characters to more closely fit their names.
Source: https://web.archive.org/web/20061215032223/http://www.goddess-project.net/index.php?pid=76
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Got a message from the customer before I arrived at the store requesting that I get them a $100 Vanilla gift card as a graduation gift and that their order from yesterday was delivered to the wrong address (the previous days conversation showed up in the thread with me where they requested a gift card). Immediately give them the prohibited item spiel and went on shopping.
I was working a double batch and was about 90% done when I get a message from the gift card customer saying they see me working their order but to let them know about the gift card. I responded saying you must've not received my original message and copy and pasted what I said. They then responded saying something along the lines of what's the status? I asked them if they've been getting my messages and they say that that was the first message of mine they've received. Then, I noticed all of my messages began disappearing. I was taking screen shots during all of this to cover my butt should customer care get involved down the line. The customer asked me to send a screen shot. I didn't. I instead said, "gift cards are prohibited, I cannot add this." Boom the message disappears. Then they ask have you even tried adding it. I respond with, "no and I won't". Then I say "prohibited item". I then get on the phone with Care to remove the batch. Well I'm home now and I'm telling my boyfriend about it and I go to pull up my screenshots AND THEY'RE GONE. I am 1000000% sure I took the screenshots. I was even planning to share them here to show how they were disappearing. I don't get it. What the hell is going on here?

I'm currently on Magenta Military and have 4 regular phone lines and 2 galaxy watch lines for a total of $120/mo
Is tmobile offering any kind of military discount for Go5gplus?
How do they charge for wearables on go5g?
Thanks in advance!