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A recent Reddit policy change threatens to kill many beloved third-party mobile apps, making a great many quality-of-life features not seen in the official mobile app permanently inaccessible to users.
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Even if you're not a mobile user and don't use any of those apps, this is a step toward killing other ways of customizing Reddit, such as Reddit Enhancement Suite or the use of the old.reddit.com desktop interface.
This isn't only a problem for users: many subreddit moderators depend on tools only available outside the official app to keep their communities on-topic and spam-free.
Accordingly, the moderation team of /PlayerTwo is declaring its opposition to this API pricing change, and will be [shutting down the subreddit in solidarity for 48 hours on June 12th through the 14th/shutting down indefinitely beginning June 12th, until the tools to provide effective moderation are available once more.]
Find out what you can do to help at /Save3rdPartyApps- or, if you moderate a subreddit, its sister sub /ModCoord.
Now onto a personal note: I've been using reddit for quite some time, but I have been using RiF is Fun for damn near just as long. I paid for the platinum model as it's worth it for me and the support for the app has been nothing short of amazing. We all know reddit is going public. I know reddit is doing this to force everyone to use their shit apps because they want the ad revenue/user base that is non existent otherwise on their "Official" app. It's bullshit and it's infuriating knowing that this probably won't do much to "fix" this overall problem the site has. Unfortunately reddit will probably backtrack for a bit until the media dies down and in about 2-3 months they'll quietly implement their bullshit and catch 3rd party apps off guard and that'll be it.
If the apps go, I will probably follow suit. I know I haven't modded much in here, but to be honest, you all have done an amazing job at keeping it regulated as it should be. By you. Not by micromanaging mods. I think you'll be fine.
Thank you for getting this far. Thank you for building this sub into something way more popular than I ever anticipated.
Take care.

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I (48m) regularly visit this park near my ex’s house. She has 3 children and I don’t get to be in their lives. I always find them when they walk alone to school. I took them to my basement because I have cotton candy. My Ex is mad at me,
Am I the asshole?

Jokic is redifining and ushering in a new paradigm for the body of an NBA player. I would not describe Jokic as unfit by any means but he has extra poundage on him. Extra Ice Creamm if you will. What I mean by all this is that he is showcasing a more intelligent playstyle. One in which you can transcend your own body with skill. He uses his brain not his athleticism to win. I really think if coaches in the US were to emphasize more ball-handling and letting your teammates get more touches on the ball with the way you present your ball to them (sick passes) we would see an NBA filled with more intelligent players rather than ones like Giannis (modern shaq) who rely on pure athleticism but no brainpower. Think of it this way. Once brainpower becomes more important we will see a whole new era open up. Jokic and Doncic are already proving that your weight doesn’t matter. Steve Nash was a small guy who relied on passing and bbiq. Your athleticism and conditioning doesn’t matter. What matters is skill. I really think in the future there will be a place for chubby white guys like me to dominate with pure brainpower by studying the game and applying those learned skills. It’s making me heckin excited to hit the gym. What do you think?

Apologies for any weird formatting I’m on my phone, and this is kind of a rant, so there’s not a lot of structure either
Anyways, the title says everything. I don’t feel like I have a purpose in life everything I do goes wrong, and I am unlucky to the highest degree. It’s almost comical. About five years back my mom died tragically, but she was the only one who genuinely cared about me leaving me with an emotionally distant father… I was left to raise my self from the age of 14 to present day with no help from him. I don’t live near family. I have nothing of purpose. I barely eat. I barely sleep and I am so so fucking tired. my mental and physical health are practically nonexistent. My life is over before it truly begun….. I’m done.

I have suffered from migraines for most of my life, just like almost everyone else in my family. Yesterday I had to get blood work which caused a lot of stress for me since needles terrify me and as soon as I got home, I noticed the aura I usually get in my vision.
I slept well that night, happily without any pain, and woke up with a runny nose, nausea, light sensitivity, and a killer headache.
It’s night now and I’m suffering in my dark bedroom with my phone brightness as low as it goes, mostly writing this to focus on something else. I’m tired but I can’t fall asleep even though it’s nearly 2 am because no matter how many times this happens, I always think ‘well, what if it’s something different this time?’
Despite my doctor telling me that they’re migraines and despite having all the symptoms that point towards this being a migraine, I get worried that it’s actually not and I’m actually actively dying or something. Migraines just make my anxiety act up a lot. And then anxiety also causes my migraines so it’s like a cruel cycle
I’m glad it’s the weekend so I can sleep in as long as I want when I finally get over this fear

Business/Restaurant Advice plz 👨‍🍳
Alright so a little back story, I’ve been running this restaurant for a couple years without a true kitchen manager. I am a chef by trade, so nothing lacking in my repertoire when it comes to the BOH. I am also a seasoned bartendeFOH manager coming from Nola working in The quarter. Me being me I just pick up the slack and make it happen like so many before me! I make a decent wage but not for the job I’m doing. My boss, the owner, sees this and starts rewarding me with a bonus every month. So I keep quiet, put my head down and just keep grinding. My boss, the owner, is now able to open a second location and buy out his current partners bc of how well the restaurant is doing. Back to the bonus structure, which is the root of my conundrum. He bases it on labor percentages which I have collectively over 3 years kept it under 21% which is a good number. My issues are there isn’t any rhyme or reason recently(passed 8 months) to how much he gives me. I don’t think it’s based on anything but how he is feeling at that moment. Last month I didn’t get anything, it was the first month ever. After I just wrote that I got all in my head about it. It sounds horrible, like I clearly am doing something wrong if not my performance is so bleak he forgets I deserve it still. That’s really sad. I finally said something to him about it and I feel like he got upset because I brought it up. Like he knew that he hasn’t givin it to me yet. Which is just as bad. He intentionally missed last month? To be honest I’m not even sure it’s supposed to be every month! But it’s been every month for a long time. Maybe it’s my fault for assuming that. Idk, I could use some help! If anyone out there in Reddit world could pass some knowledge along to your boy it would be great appreciated! Thanks! Plated_to_Perfection #cheflife

An opportunity just opened for me to potentially see KG in Chicago, but the logistics are kinda crazy. Anyone have an idea of how long the Caverns sets have been?

When I talked to my pastors about me grappling with the idea of eternal hell, usually they give me a C.S. Lewis quote, that the doors of hell are locked from the inside.
But is this actually true? The story of Lazarus and the rich man is brought up and people say that since the rich man never explicitly requested to get out of hell, that means he wanted to be in hell. But that's not what the passage says, the text does not say the rich man wanted to stay in hell. If anything, it's implied that he would much rather be in Abraham's bosom than in hell. I think it's a stretch and unjustified conclusion to say that he preferred being hell.
What really made me think hell is locked from the outside, not the inside is the parable of the 10 virgins in Matthew 25. The 5 foolish virgins were late to the groom and they pleaded with him to open the door. But the door was shut and the groom refused to open it.

For the past several years, my wife and I have attended a local church in our neighborhood. It's been a great way to connect with our neighbors, and we've built some really strong friendships. However, as great as the people have been, our church building is old and falling apart. The interior smells like mildew, and there are even some holes that small rodents have gotten into from the outdoors. It's really a great shame that the building has fallen into such disrepair.
This past Sunday after service, we were celebrating new members. A whole bunch of people decided to join at once, and a custom-made cake had been purchased to commemorate the occasion. We usually only have coffee and tea after the service, so food was a rare treat. I sat in the back of the sanctuary so that I could be among the first in line for cake, but when I walked out into the hallway, I noticed that a small bird had flown in. Even worse, it was crashing against the window near the cake, attempting to free itself. I knew that if it landed on the cake, all that money would have been wasted. I wasn't about to let that happen.
I took my shirt off and climbed up on the windowsill. I was hoping to capture the bird in my shirt and let it go outdoors. Overall, I thought it was a brave plan, but the windowsill couldn't hold my weight, and it gave way, allowing the bird to escape down a hallway. Worse still, when I hit the floor, I was unsteady on my feet and ended up careening onto the table, landing belly first onto the cake. I had crushed it. There were a few salvageable pieces on either end, and I put them on plates, but I was told that none of it would be served.
People were smirking at me, and I felt really awful. I think maybe some people thought I had done it on purpose. However, no one was angrier at me than my wife. She told me that I had embarrassed both of us and that I should have thought things through better. I told her that there wasn't any time to look for a ladder and that I was just trying to save the cake from being pooped on, but my wife was having none of it. It took me hours of scrubbing to get all the frosting out of my chest hair, and I'm also discovering small chunks of cake in the car every time I run an errand. It's like a constant reminder of what happened. Now I'm afraid that my pastor is going to yell at me and demand I pay for repairs on Sunday. This whole thing has become a big nightmare that I can't wake up from. AITA?

I AM NOT REPLACING ANYONE
I'm looking for someone to play as mermaid! Possibly instead of the cliché Ariel knock off, I want this mermaid to be different! Possibly a different version of Ariel? I am more than happy to discuss about the character! Any who, I will talk more about the plot once our characters are finalized but you should get to know me first! Hi, my name is ZOD and I am 22 years old! I do have dyslexia so I do not understand my writing, I am happy to communicate and fix any problem! But to add on for what I am looking writing wise: 3rd person and at least 2 para or more! Plus please be 18+! Edit: this become a recent problem as I’m getting frustrated with this. PLEASE say you don’t like an idea and I’m happy to discuss anything else. I get it that some people may not agree on all ideas but please don’t ghost me and keep saying you are interested. It’s not helpful and wastes my time if you are not willing to communicate at all with me.
And here’s the starter!
It was a late night for the ships but this was a special occasion! It was Cole’s birthday! Cole was old enough to run his own kingdom and his palace was nearly complete! It was perfect time celebrate on the sea since Cole was fascinated by myth of King Triton, a king merman ruled over a kingdom full of merpeople. Yet on the boat, the night was just getting started as people began to pull out the alcohol and the gifts that was given out of appreciation of being one of the best prince. Cole was sterling the ship as they were more to sea. “Alright crew! You may set off the fireworks and let the party begin!” He yelled to them as the crew began to set off fireworks in the sky, letting the sky light up in bright colors. Which soon began to drink and dance to the music was provided by Cole. He laughed as he danced around like a fool along with some of his closes members who have worked with for ages now. Yet what bother him was the lack of being high alert. Partying is one thing but being safe should be above that! If one thing slips, all could be doom for this royal ship! Little did he know, a young mermaids was watching him on his ship, out of sight and easy to slip away if caught.
Thanks for reading! If you are interested in this rp, I just ask to have these when you dm me! All I ask is little a bit about you like your age, etc. Then a example of your writing and finally, maybe a quote from the little mermaid? :) that last part is not important but you if do, I will appreciate it!!

Some background info about me:
I have never been the nerdy or shy guy, not once have i seen myself that way. I was always younger than my friends, due to being born between school years my parents decided to put me in an older grade. I dont regret that they did that at all, i made amazing friends and wouldnt change a thing about my childhood. I would say that I’m more mature than average for my age, i try to be a gentleman, and generally spread positivity. I think i lacked confidence. I know I lacked confidence. Hell I still do, but I’m working on it and I can feel myself growing up. I used to crave being cool, what teenager didnt? But i think i was so obsessed with being someone that im not, that i lost a part of myself. A part that is very dear to me. Im writing this because i can feel that part returning, slowly but steadily, im becoming me. Im excited but extremely scared, because there are parts of me that i dont like.
I still feel like a teenager. Partly due to the fact that covid and immigration has made attending a physical college near to impossible. If you want to know the truth, i did attend college on campus for one whole month. Covid ended that, but I wasnt with people i enjoyed seeing, they were lovely but i felt extremely out of place. Hell, i dont even know who or what I like. Im interested in going to college here (USA), but quite frankly, it scares me and i can’t afford it. The US is different to where Im from (well duh sherlock) but it intimidates me. Almost everyone my age that I have met is just so self shrouded and focused on sex and it truly petrifies me. Im not by any means a non sexual person, but i havent found a person that i wanted to have sex with because i wanted to have sex with them, not just to have sexl Up until recently, ive dreamed of being a douchebag that gets all the girls and has all the friends.
The real post; But thats not what i really want. I want to love someone. With and without sex. In my 6’2 180 pound athletic body hides a scared little man, with more vulnerability than i could possibly imagine. A soft center surrounded by 10 inch steel plates. Ive had sex before, not with only one girl, but once, in total. I was so excited that my moment had arrived, the moment I spend 19 years dreaming of, with a girl a had a crush on no less. But after that moment, I realized how much sex can complicate things. My first thought after losing my virginity, and you can laugh, was “i love you”, the girl was pretty, funny, sweet but I realized immediately that I had no interest in her beyond sex, in fact i think the main reason i pursued her was to feel power over my friends, i hated that, i hated me, and i hate that I have to admit that. I felt like an asshole, i was an asshole. I handled the situation about as well as every romantic situation I’ve encountered(ie not very maturely or well). So much for that dream of being a douchebag huh?
I realized that sex is part of life, and relationships and hatred and love but i think i was valuing it too highly. I crave sex as much as any 21 year old does. But i think im a romantic at heart. I have lost hope in pursuing casual sex (not only because I’m terrible with girls, but because I dont think im a casual sex type of guy). I genuinely want to care about someone and appreciate them. I know they say love finds you, you dont find love. But im scared im wasting my best years away. I go out and party and club every once in a while (usually alone, partly because i dont have many ‘clubbing’ friends but mainly because i want to push myself into being confident.) I havent met a single girl that i like. hey, mainly because im locked away in my room all day but partly because i just get so anxious talking to girls.
I cant wait to be more grown up, an older friend of mine that shared a similar view told me that girls are going to appreciate the fact that i want to be genuine and a gentleman. Just not yet. Girls my age just want to have fun and party and meet cute guys with confidence and bravado, but im not like that. And i think as i get older, ill find girls that are looking for something like me.
I dont know. I feel like an idiot writing all this down, i know that im probably wrong and theres plenty of people my age that feel the same way. I just feel a tad lost. If you managed to read this far, thank you, I appreciate you taking the time to ‘listen’

this game this fucking game i never rant about something into a reddit post but i just had the worst thing ever happen to me. i had a fantastic 7 kill solo game v duos, it was tense and i was playing at my absolute best. got a bounty, had killed practically everyone, and was heading to the extraction point when i ran into some hellhounds. whatever, annyoing, but ill just sneak past them in the water. well i went to collect a gator trap and accidentally ran afterwards, alerting the hellhoudns while i was in water. fuck, that sucks, but i can survive. then a FUCKING IMMOLATER from like 50 meters away comes running in my direction like a fat kid when he hears the word cake. and it just begs the question, WHY CAN IMMOLATERS GO INTO THE WATER? this mf claps my ass, and alongside the helmeted hellhound and a shit ton of bleeding i die, at most, 25 meters from the extraction. and this was on a new hunter w/o necromancer. I love this game. frankly, i even enjoy the pure bullshit and chaos you run into. but good lord that made me want to jump out a window and crack my head open on pavement.
that is all
sincerely, someone who is too angry to rant to only his friends
ps, still wondering why immolaters can go into water they are literally fire guys what the FUCK

hiii, a conversation abt anything would be rlly nice ^{^} eheh ummm i have a lot of interest in music, history, and art so uh yea ask me abt that and if ur lookin to be a bit naughty i’m open to that too ^{^} come say hiiiii hehe i’m rlly bored and need new freinds cuz i don’t have many

Again, so sorry for the multiple posts guys!! They’re all so long, Reddit wouldn’t allow it lol but I just had to share. Please refer to first post on theory to help bring it all together. :)

1. Donna and Jim argue about transparency; Jim realizes the food shortage was to induce stress. “They would be trying to increase the stress levels.” Stopped talking bc of Ethan. Jim is meant to be the smart character and will continue to work on escaping. More proof the place needs trauma and fear from the people they trap.
   
2. Boyd’s in pain again–the music box plays, the ballerina dances. As if it’s a series of “signals” to cause something. A deeper connection?? This time, the ballerina tries to suffocate him. *This act alone creates more stress and fear for Boyd—“They” attacked him on purpose!! Marielle walks in as he’s stripped from the vision, pulling a gun on her all terrified.
   
3. Fatima is upset that Ellis kept secret about seeing Sara with his dad in the forest from her; Ellis calls out how Fatima changed after that night (just shows she’s pushed to the brink–she’s been trapped for a year after all); Dale fights with Elgin accusing him of stealing food, tensions rise with more people at Colony; Dale the Idiot accidentally stabs Ellis
   
4. Boyd talks to Father Kahtri again, says the worms are getting worse; Kahtri congratulates Boyd’s newfound personality traits of vulnerability, humility, asking for help and showing weakness. Based on this scene, I believe it is “Them” behind the Father bc it’s as if they’re highlighting valuable traits of a hero. A role that needs to be fulfilled in the grand scheme of things. The first time Kahtri appeared to Boyd, the music box played.
   
5. Kenny catches Boyd talking to himself. Marielle told Kenny about Boyd pulling a gun on her so Kenny shuts the door on him, doesn’t feel it’s safe.
   
6. Like a boss, Elgin grabs the truck to transport bleeding out Ellis and a surprisingly composed Fatima. I loved this driving scene btw. The direction was awesome.
   
7. They arrive at the clinic; Boyd walks in realizing it’s his son, running at him in a panic. Kristi’s doing the damn thing, Marielle helps. Kristi relieves pressure on Ellis’ side, blood drains.
   
8. Fatima freaks out in front of Boyd, he comforts her. Elgin snuck out bc of seeing blood, Kristi informs them Ellis needs a blood transfusion.
   
9. Boyd panics! Argues about the worms. Kenny pulls a gun on Boyd demanding him to give blood. Worms activate–they’re NOW visible to everyone. Kenny offers Boyd to pass it to him. As if “They” influenced this. Remember “They” are watching.
   
10. Out of desperation and panic, Boyd has a reckless idea! Or it’s really “Them” influencing him. ;) “It has to go somewhere right?” He rushes out, calling the monsters. “Come get me. I know you out there… you wanna play games, well I’m standing right here! I fuckin—” The most freaky lookin mfkr of them all shows up. Fk that smile! Boyd readies himself but then sees more of them coming from behind and soon more come; Boyd cuts himself and then slices the monster’s neck. As they close in, Boyd rushes in to place his palm on the monster’s open wound. He holds it in place. “My blood is your blood now, motherfucker.” Soon, his arm’s writhing in pain as worm blood is being transferred. *I believe “They” needed Boyd to do this to determine the “transfer” was effective. Now that Boyd is the “next hero,” he will be chained up *(remember how there were more dead dried up bodies in the wall?) and be drained until the next cycle and the new hero emerges to repeat the “formula.”*
    
11. The monster’s true form emerges as he dies, robbing them of their illusion. Fellow monsters ignore Boyd, approaching the dead monster instead and looking quite fascinated; they soon leave. This entire scene!!! This highly suggests 2 opposing forces at work!! whoever’s controlling the town, the purpose is to eradicate the monsters. More specifically, the Bigger Evil–that’s the agenda.
    
12. Ethan confides to Donna that he’s scared. Donna urges “being scared is a good thing.” “Fear is something that lives inside us… but fear might be the most important one of all. Because w/o fear, we wouldn’t know how to be brave. FEAR IS WHAT MAKES US HEROES.” *Huge clue supporting why they’re being trapped and tortured; as if the place is a Fear Farm. The 1st force are the monsters and the Big Bad that made them, while the 2nd force are using the town to help create some Hero Serum (worm blood) to eradicate the evil overrunning the real world.
    
13. Transfusion is complete. Wonder if Ellis absorbing the worm blood will interfere with “Their” mission or that whole setup was dictated too.
    
14. Fatima may be pregnant
    
15. Kenny and Boyd stare at the dead monster’s body
    

Hope any of that helps! Even to help formulate your own theories. And yes, I’m a nerd who has an unhealthy obsession with this show, and I’m traveling right now, so plenty of time to binge watch (much better experience btw!) and write this long ass analysis lol. For context, I love Cube, Vivarium (movies) and 1899, Archive 81, Outer Range, Servant and Dark… actually anything that mindfucks lol.
If I missed anything, do let me know so I can edit this as necessary or if you find any connections that need to be added. It’ll just take me a minute since I’m on a trip. Cheers!!

Hey there everyone, first time actually posting anything online looking for any sort of dating, and very new to anything like it. But I wanted to get myself out there some how and hopefully meet someone! I'm very nervous about online dating/interactions, so definitily want to talk to someone a bit before any sort of pictures and stuff are sent back and forth or anything lol. But! I'm 23, Caucasian, cis male, slim athletic build, short blonde hair, green eyes, 6'2", and iv always loved trans women. I've dated a trans girl in the recent past, things didn't work out, but I know I want my next partner to be trans, and I'm looking for something long term for sure! I'm really hoping someone here could be the one. But I only say this to be straight forward! Cause transparency is important and i dont want to waste anyones time.. I am looking for a woman who has a skinny/slim build like me, very feminine features, pre op (that's a must) is Caucasian/asian/latina (isn't a 100% defining factor) has a good personality, can joke and have fun, and is looking for a serious partner! My inbox is open to anyone who wants to message me and feels this is for them! Hope to hear some responses soon ❤️

I’ve been divorced for 6 months now and I have a 13 year old. I didn’t want the divorce and fought to try to make the marriage work. My ex husband is not her bio dad but is the only dad she has known. I married him when she was 6. My ex treats her like his own but he was never a present parent. He calls the kids maybe once a month and sees them less.
I decided I was wanting to start dating so I sat her down and talked to her about it and we discussed her feelings on me dating. I ended up falling pretty hard for one guy and we went to a mutual friends gathering where there were other adults and kids. My 13 year old knew I had been on dates with him and that we were talking. She ended up pulling me to the side and told me “you can definitely marry him!!” We then discussed how dating usually goes on a bit longer before marriage was discussed but I thought she was comfortable with me seeing someone.
He ended up coming over a few days later to help me with something and we had an errand to run together. I had a babysitter come over to watch the kids and I was gone for less than 2 hours. When I got back the babysitter told me my daughter was mad at me for dating. I was really confused since I’ve felt like we’ve had a really good relationship and she’s always told me everything. We have talked about how this is a confusing time as well.
I didn’t want to tell her the sitter told me that in order to keep that line of communication open for her. But we did end up talking again about me dating and my ex. When we talked she seems excited but nervous about me dating (she doesn’t want me to get hurt and she misses her dad).
Should I ask her if she’s mad I’m dating? I think the sitter may have just misunderstood and she’s just having confusing feelings because divorce is hard and she’s had 2 “dads” leave her life pretty much. I always tell her that any feeling she has about it is valid. It’s really been eating away at me that she may be mad about it though. I just want to handle this the best way possible.
TLDR: Sitter told me daughter is mad I’m dating. Which isn’t what she’s told me. How do I best handle this?

The dream starts normally. I was at a swimming pool in what I believe was summer, with my best friends and a bunch of other people I knew from school or work. All of a sudden, a siren blares across the area. I see red and orange from the horizon. Growing up and still living in Southern Oregon- I knew what that meant. There was a fire, and it was coming comically fast. I suddenly cut to the middle of a burning street in the downtown area of my hometown, where windows are smashed, trees are fallen, and everything flammable is probably on fire or melting.
I hide in a sewer drain when all of a sudden the ceiling shakes. Massive chunks of dirt and concrete fall and almost kill me. When I was growing up, fires were common and I was always scared of them, but not really anymore. I had to navigate around the rubble and eventually I came out, to see nothing but what used to be a bustling town.
I saw people in ambulances, destroyed buildings, and so much vegetation and houses were burnt that you could probably see nothing but rubble for miles until the valley walls close in. I reunite with my friends, one of which is mentally unstable from this. I then find a calender in a destroyed shop, which shows the month of September. The last mark was September 8th, meaning it was either 8th or the 9th. The year? 2020. This was the day in 7th grade when a massive fire broke out in my town in Oregon.
It wasn't as brutal or destructive as the one in my dream, but I overreacted a lot when I was younger. I need help understanding if this was my mind still getting minor PTSD/trauma from that one fire or I was just reexperiencing it.

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?

So this happened a few months ago. There was a girl in my office who liked me too much. She kept finding excuses to talk with me, be near me and so on. Touched me inappropriately sometimes. I didn't mind it as such, although I was not attracted to her and didn't want to date her. So, I kept ignoring it and didn't say anything, didn't want to hurt her feelings.
One day she came too close to me and touched me inappropriately. I felt uncomfortable and said "please stop" in a slightly louder tone. She became angry and started crying, she made the case that somehow I was the perpetrator and she was the victim.
This triggered me so much. Fortunately I had no fear of fake posco case since my colleagues knew that she was into me and we had CCTVs all around. So I said loudly, "apni shakal aur body dekhi hai aaine me, teri jaisi ko to mai dekhu bhi na, chal cctv check karte hain..". And I started pointing out all the things on her body/face she was insecure about. I kinda body shamed her, which I shouldn't have done.
This made her cry and she was shaking with fear and shame. She said mujhe maaf kar do and ran away crying. She never came near me after that incident. There were only 3 other people who saw this incident. I requested all of them to keep it a secret as I was feeling really guilty and didn't want her to get further embarrassed, agar ye baat faili to.
She resigned after a few days and one month of notice period. Now that I think of it I feel very guilty as I body shamed her too much. I got triggered as she shifted the blame onto me and my emotions took over me. I regret this a lot.
PS: I posted this as a comment in this sub that got deleted.

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?