Bed and breakfast in jonesborough tn

So i’ve been taking 30mg of vyvanse for a few months now, and for the most part it’s been a life changer. I’ve overall been in a much better mood, have an easier time taking care of myself, doing housework, etc. After speaking to my psychiatrist yesterday about how the medication seems to be less effective recently, we decided to try raising the dose. I took 40mg this morning (after a good sleep) and i’ve just been tired all day long. This is really weird because when i was taking the 30mg i noticed that i was more awake and energized like when i have coffee, but now i’ve just been in bed since the meds kicked in. Has this ever happened to anyone else? I find it really strange that raising the dosage would make the meds have the opposite effect.

Kita looks in her hand, holding a basket with a few veg and eggs. A little confused, she reaches for her head and feels a hair band wrapped around it as her hair drapes freely over her shoulders.
What was I doin'-
“Here you go, Kita”.
She spins in a panic, raising her hands to guard.
“Oh”, she responds as her eyes come upon the vast plantations and animal kraals, tightly surrounded by a luscious forest.
“You’re too young to be going crazy, my sweet,” says an old lady as she puts a few slices of ham into the basket. “A’jem offered a generous cow recently, so there is a little extra for everybody today”.
Kita Smiles, “Thanks, Ami. Did you do something with your hair? It's pretty,”
“Thank you, my sweet”, Ami giggles as she pushes her grey hair behind her ear.
“Today is the recurrence of me and A’jem. When the dots of Yeo appear in the night sky, we are reminded of our bond.”
“Yeo?” asks Kita.
“I won’t be able to give you the full story today, my sweet- But according to the scripts, Yeo is the spirit of provision, and due to our bond matching on this day- we are tasked with the provision of the crops,"
“I didn’t know the spirits provided our tasks?”
Ami makes her way to the nearby pile of greens that have been plucked.
“They once did… Today, they seem to be dealing with other matters,”
“What matters?”
Ami chuckles, Carefully rooting some of the nearby crops and placing them into a basket beside her.
“I’m sure your Mother would like those recipes to make breakfast, Kita. We can explore your curiosity at another time”.
“Oh... Of course. Thanks for the extra slices, Ami.” She says, turning to make her way back up the hill.
“M’pai Yeo Ket’p prauvhishk,” Ami calls out to Kita.
May Yeo continue to provide.
On her way up the hill, she can see above all the trees surrounding the farm, with the sol casting a warm, orange light against the pinnacle of the whisping greenery. The village resides atop a flat hill, making the walk up quite steep and more suited for the youth of the village. At the peak of the trail, you can see the entire surrounding area with the green extending far beyond what she initially thought. She walks this path every day. Why does it seem so unfamiliar now?
The town reaches from the North, round to the East and South. To the west is a stretch of mountains leading straight up north. Apparently, the sea resides to the South, but it can’t be seen from here.
Ta’ah and I should try finding it sometime.
She arrives on the Eastern side of the village and walks up to two large, interconnected tipis. She steps through the entrance draped with beads that clatter like a soft rain as she steps through them. Her heartbeat rises as she steps through this uncannily familiar place.
She knows she lives here, why does it feel like she hasn't been here in a while?
There's wooden art on every countertop and suspended from the ceiling of every room. Some are much bigger than others, occupying a space on the floor but standing as tall as the shelves and cupboards. In the centre of the ceiling is a chandelier, with dozens of fireflies circling around its nest in the centre.
As Kita steps into the hall of the connected tipis, she can see a lady seated in the other room, before a small fire in the middle. Kita can only see the back of her head, and hear the sound of chopping emanating from the lady's lap… she's preparing a meal.
Is she?-
Kita's eyes widen in shock as she recognizes the back of her lady’s head. Sitting in the chair she always sits in when she chops vegetables for breakfast or dinner. Kita stumbles backwards, and the basket of meats and vegetables slips out of her hand, crashing to the floor as a plethora of coin spills out.
Surprised by the coin in her basket, she looks back up to see if the lady noticed, but is met with the face of a man, looking at her with concern as he mouths some words she can't make out.
What is this?
She realizes something is off. She's not really here… is she? The fabrics of the tipi around her slowly dissipate to reveal the bodies of shoppers and residents all around her. She tries to glance past the man's head, at her lady still sitting in the chair- But all these tables and people start to get in the way.
"Mom?" Kita asks, catching the ladies' attention before she disappears.
"Perfect timing, Ki," Her soft, loving voice responds as she slowly turns her head. Kita's heart races, as the lady slowly turns around to see her- But before Kita gets the chance, she is back in the cave.
Everything comes back to her like a vortex as she hears the man's panicked voice.
"Miss, are you okay?"
What just happened? Kita tries to recall why the shopkeeper is so concerned but only remembers a moment of blackness. Noticing that her hand is trembling uncontrollably- She quickly puts her hand behind her back, hoping the man didn't notice.
Faint images dissipate in her mind as the feeling of an unfamiliar memory fades away.
She’s tired.
That's all.
"I'm fine," Kita steps away from him. Tilting her head to see past him, only to see shoppers and passers-by. She feels disappointed, as if something is incomplete. But what? What did she see? The experience slips away from her like a forgettable name, leaving her with questions and vague ideas.
She crouches down to pick up all the coin she'd dropped, then stands back up with her arm outstretched. Hoping the man just takes the coin and goes on with his day without trying to get all religious about what just happened.
He squints in confusion. Taken aback by her strange behaviour. Then he looks down at her hand, back up at her, and reaches his hand out.
"Thank you for your business, Miss,"
Kita nods her head, without saying a word. Anything she'd try to say would slur out of her mouth and make things more awkward. Now pacing away from the man's stall with haste, she massages her temple; it strains under the weight of her worrying and thinking.
Something just happened. For a brief moment, she wasn't here. Where was she?
Why can't I remember?
She doesn't want to lose it.
She sits on the floor, amongst the busy shoppers. Takes a deep breath before closing her eyes, and concentrates on the brief period of darkness. Thinking of the most immediate difference between that world and her own.
The greenery.
Air that was so… different. Every breath felt rich with substance.
"A farm?" Kita inquires, vaguely envisioning an unfamiliar old lady who accompanied it.
She tries to recall further. Who is the lady?
It is lost to her… But, a word comes to mind.
"Yeo," she says to herself. The meaning doesn't accompany the sound as it rolls from her lips.
And after that…
A numbness trickles in her stomach- Giving her the urge to throw up in discomfort. There’s something inside of her that she desperately needs to eject.
"Mother?" She whispers to herself. Her eyes whip open when she recalls what came next, and the numbness grows- a good and bad sign.
I saw my Mother.
What did she look like? She cannot place a face or even a hair colour on it. She is certain she saw her, but she also knows she didn't. This may all be fabricated.
A daydream.
This hollow feeling is irrational. Why does she miss someone she can't remember? She knows nothing about her Mother, yet the thought of whoever that might be makes Kita feel… Sad?
Is this sadness?
The distance between herself and her emotions is larger than she was aware of. She should know what sadness feels like- She should know why she’s sad… Right?
Kita stands to her feet, all the more confused by the details she barely recalls. It's unnecessarily frustrating. She'd rather go about her day than continue straining her mind over nonsense. All these thoughts of family life, religion and her past are a part of her mind she can’t deal with all at once.
It’s overwhelming.
She’s not built for that life anyway. Someone who has no grasp of their own emotions or sense of self isn’t fit for a 'regular' life. No, most people in this world haven’t had theirs taken from them. They haven’t had their entire sense of being wiped clean, as if it’s a dirty rag. Nobody could truly understand what she’s going through. Nor would they understand what she will have to do to get it all back.
She’s a monster.
A killer.
It’s the only way for her to get her soul back...
She must get it back.
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^{Kita's thoughts - Post Chapter 15
"Mom?"}

I feel so fucking lame writing about this on Reddit, but here goes:
I don't know if she did this intentionally or not...
But I'm feeling weird right now, mixed feelings. I'm a bit shocked. I feel anger, resentment, confusion, insecurity... emasculation?
I matched with her (28F) yesterday, we spoke on the phone until 4 am.
"Where have you been in my whole life", she said.
And then she kept talking about how she didn't like to sleep with men on the first date, and how she had friends that did that. She said that it's dangerous, how can you trust men so fast, what about STDs yada yada. Really tried to seem like a "good girl".
She was loving every second of the conversation, loud laughing, very flirty, sexual, told me about her family, mentioned that she wanted to introduce me to her mom (lol) and even suggested that we meet up in two days. I agreed.
Today we had an on-off conversation on Snapchat, she told me she was going to visit her family.
Later at night (10PM-11PM), just a few minutes ago we had this conversation:
Her: sent me something I don't remember
Me: sent a picture of the road (driving)
Her: Where are you going sweetie? 😘
I responded once I arrived...
Me: I was on my way home! ☺️
Her: I'm feeling soo tired, I think I caught a cold
Me: Aww, hope you get well
Her: sends a selfie
She was laying in bed, and I could see a hand beside her face. The way the hand was positioned looked really weird so it couldn't be hers.
I figured I shouldn't judge her, maybe she is laying with a friend or a family member.
I stared a bit extra at the picture and thought to myself hold the fuck on did she just send me a picture of her laying with another man?
Me: Extra hand
Her: Huh?
Me: There was an extra hand
Her: Haha I don't know maybe it was mine
At this point there is no coming back, what do you mean "Maybe"?
Me: 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Her: HAHAHHAA you're crazy
Her: I'm feeling really tired and have to sleep
Her: Goodnight cutie
Her: 💋💋
I felt like I was being gaslit. I left her on read and instantly deleted her from Snapchat.
Now there is a small chance that there was no extra hand and I was imagining things, but her response didn't make me comfortable at all.
There is another chance that she sent that intentionally, and that makes me feel really really weird.
And now here I am. I honestly want to delete my Tinder. I can feel all the insecurities crawling up... and I'm afraid this experience might fuck up my perception on dating.
I want closure, but I won't get it since I removed her...
Is it too much to expect that a girl doesn't get fucked by someone else while you're waiting less than 48 hours for a date?
Honestly: am I being overly sensitive/overreacting? How do I get over this?

Vell Harlan and the Doomsday Dorms Book 3: Just a Moment
At the world’s top college of magic and technology, every day brings a new discovery -and a new disaster. The advanced experiments of the college students tend to be both ambitious and apocalyptic, with the end of the world only prevented by a mysterious time loop, and a small handful of students who retain their memories.
For the past two years, Vell Harlan has been caught in the loop alongside his best friends, Lee and Harley, and with their help he’s been able to survive every disaster the universe has thrown at him. But as Vell enters his third year, Lee and Harley are entering their fourth (and final) year at the Einstein-Odinson College. With a ticking clock counting down, the trio must cut through the chaos of killer crickets, haunted phones, and naked sorcerers to try and solve some of the mysteries plaguing their lives -including why all these butterflies keep following Vell around...
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On his first day at a new school, freshman Samson Onwe is shocked to find that he is now caught in a deadly time loop -and that his twin brother isn't. At the risk of alienating his twin, Samson is seeking answers from a certain group of students who share his newfound awareness...
The gang of strangers made a good first impression, at least. They had their own secret lair. Lee asked Samson if he wanted a cup of coffee before they got started, which he managed to refuse. The last thing his nerves needed right now was caffeine.
“Very well then. No one else seems to be showing up, so I think I can get started.”
Harley and Vell were currently taking their turn manning the deja vu booth, but none of the other new students had shown any inklings of awareness of the loops. Samson was their only new looper this year, it seemed.
“To make a long story very short, Samson, this school is in a time loop,” Lee began. “Every day that classes are in session, some event of apocalyptic scale happens, and mass death and destruction follow. Then, time loops back to the beginning of the day, and it’s up to the small handful of us who remember to prevent that disaster.”
She paused in her explanation for a moment to let Samson’s brain process things.
“Every day?”
“Every day of classes, yes,” she confirmed. “Though some apocalypses are less apocalyptic than others. Sometimes it’s only a handful of deaths, or even just one.”
“How- What is- When-”
“Give it a minute, dear, it’s always a bit shocking,” Lee said. “To answer some of those questions you half asked, no, we don’t know what causes it, nor do we know why students seem to be randomly selected to be aware of the loops. What we do know is that if we don’t actively endeavor to change things, the world will repeat the exact same events of the first loop.”
Samson nodded along. That was the first thing he’d heard that made sense, at least.
“And, perhaps most importantly, especially to you, those who aren’t randomly selected to be aware of the loops, cannot, ever, under any circumstances, be made aware of the time loops,” Lee said. “We’ve seen the consequences firsthand, and they are disastrous. Any non-looper who becomes aware of the loops is inevitably driven insane by the knowledge.”
“So...my brother...”
“Can never know,” Lee said. “I’m sorry.”
“Well, what do I do? Can I just say ‘no thanks’, opt out?”
“Only by leaving the school,” Lee said. “As far as we know only students can be aware of the loops, so once you’re no longer a student, the awareness ends.”
“Hell no. I worked too hard to get here,” Samson said. He and Ibrahim had spent hundreds of hours studying as hard as they could to ensure they got to go to the best school on the planet together. Neither would be walking away from that.
“I understand. Then you’re going to have to embrace the oddity, and the secrecy,” Lee said. “Do you have any questions?”
“Not right now, but once my brain catches up, probably,” Samson said. It was a lot to take in all at once. “Is that all you know about the loops?”
“Yes. Though, well, as you might’ve guessed from the fact that we have a robot among our number, there’s a bit more going on here than just the loops,” Lee said. “Things get very complicated very fast around here.”
“More complex than the literal apocalypse on a daily basis?”
“Yes.”
“Well shit,” Samson said. “Like what?”
“For my part, I’m the daughter of Noel Burrows, and I might have some mild psychotic issues in relation to my father,” Lee admitted. “I’ll leave others to explain their own personal issues in time. Both for the sake of their secrecy and the fact your eye is twitching a bit.”
The tide of information and strange circumstances had left Samson a bit twitchy -along with the fact the clock was still ticking.
“Could we deal with the rodent problem? I think I’d be able to cope better if I didn’t have that hanging over my head.”
“Of course. I believe Hawke and Kim—the two you met at the booth earlier—should be dealing with that as we speak,” Lee said. She withdrew her phone to get an update and put it away just as quickly. “Let’s catch up and help them handle it. Seems the zoologists are being touchy.”
***
By the time Lee and Samson had caught up to Hawke and Kim, Harley and Vell had also joined the party. A party which currently was attended mostly by rodents.
“Okay, I get the experiment,” Vell said. “Make a woodchuck able to chuck wood, reference the old tongue twister, score a few, uh, science journal headlines, I guess, and some easy publicity. But why so many?”
“Yeah, it’s ‘how much wood would a woodchuck chuck’, not ‘how much wood would three-hundred and fifty-seven woodchucks chuck’.”
The zoology lab was currently full to bursting with hundreds of woodchucks in cramped cages, nestled between piles of loose timber and planks of wood. Samson kind of wanted to interrupt this experiment just for the sake of getting those animals out of the cages. They looked cramped.
“The essence of science is repetition,” the lead scientist said. “To properly determine how much wood a woodchuck would chuck, we’re going to need to establish a mean quantity of wood chucked.”
“Well you’ve definitely got a mean quantity of woodchucks, but not the kind of mean you’re thinking,” Harley said. “Maybe you should stop wondering what a woodchuck would chuck and start wondering what a woodchuck should chuck.”
All this rhyming was starting to give everyone involved a headache.
“We know what we’re doing, thank you,” the lead scientist chided. “We’ll have these woodchucks chucking wood in no time.”
“No one doubts that, we just doubt whether giving rodents ballistic properties is a good idea,” Lee said.
The zoology team lead refused to yield, and Lee didn’t feel like pressing the issue. As they so often did, the loopers were just going to have to sabotage the experiment. Lee called for the retreat, and the loopers, Samson included, returned to the lair. Samson did get a cup of coffee this time. It turned out to be damn good coffee, too.
“For those of you who haven’t been properly introduced, this is Samson, our newest looper,” Lee said. The other loopers gave a few awkward waves.
“Oh, uh, shit, are we doing introductions,” Samson said.
“Well, not officially, as we do have a bit of a deadline,” Lee said. “We’ll have to grab dinner and chat later, but right now we should focus on the woodchuck issue. We do have just three hours now. Ideas?”
“We could do like, an actual animal rights complaint or something,” Hawke said. “All those animals in cages have to be breaking some kind of rule, right?”
“Possibly, but the Einstein-Odinson can be a bit lax about those kind of things, frankly,” Lee said. “Innovation requires risk, so they say, including to animals.”
“Fuckers. Before we go further, new guy,” Harley snapped. Samson stopped sipping his coffee and sat at attention. “Any chance you got a super specific bit of knowledge or something that would help us with this?”
“Uh, I don’t think so. I’m in computer engineering,” Samson said. “Should I have some kind of superpower?”
“Nah, you’re good, I was just hoping,” Harley said. “Sometimes the day does get saved by us knowing a random piece of trivia, though, so speak up if that ever happens.”
“Will do.”
“Can we use Botley to sneak in, cut open a few cages, and sneak out?” Vell suggested. “It’d probably only take a few loose woodchucks to cause chaos.”
“Been a while since I did a prison break,” Harley said. “I like it! Can we chalk that up as Plan A?”
“Sounds perfectly sensible to me,” Lee said. “Samson, why don’t you go with Vell and Harley? You can get to know them, and Botley while you’re at it.”
“Works for me,” Harley said.
“Just don’t sit on him like you did me,” Vell said. “Or at least ask first.”
Harley did ask, but Samson turned her down.
***
“So she’s just-”
“Out cold,” Vell said. Harley had started manually piloting Botley’s body, a process that involved her physical body effectively being put into a coma. Samson seemed a lot more confused about than Vell had been on his first day. At least she was lying in bed instead of on top of Samson.
“Isn’t this only supposed to work with like, animals and stuff?”
“Botley’s technically alive. Like Kim.”
“Right. And how does that work?”
“If I knew, I would tell you,” Vell said. “Get used to hearing that, it’ll happen a lot.”
“Is it that bad?”
Vell lifted his shirt slightly to expose the circular scar around his waist. At this point, he knew the secret would get revealed sooner or later, so he decided to just get it over with.
“When I was twelve I got cut in half by a train accident,” Vell said. “A secret Goddess named Quenay resurrected me by putting a weird rune on my back, and in my first year two people here kidnapped me trying to study it. It gets weird.”
Samson spent a solid thirty seconds staring at Vell like he’d just grown a second head. Vell turned to showcase the glowing rune on his back, just to confirm his own story.
“What the fuck?”
Vell nodded along with the expression of shock. It was nice to get a new person’s perspective on his circumstances now and then. Helped him stay anchored in how truly insane it all was. Samson hadn’t even heard the finer details yet, like how one of the people to kidnap him had been Vell’s girlfriend at the time. Or how he was being stalked by chronologically impossible purple butterflies, like the three flocking on a windowsill right now.
A longer, even more chaotic explanation was briefly staved off by the return of Harley’s consciousness. She woke up, and shortly after, the tiny mechanical body of Botley appeared next to her in a poof of smoke. She rubbed his round head and congratulated him on a job well done before turning her attention to her human guests.
“Caused a little chaos, but no guarantee of anything,” she said. She took a look at Samson’s face before continuing her debrief. “Oh, I know that look. You tell him about your rune already?”
“Hiding it’s never done us any good, so why not?”
“Honesty is the best policy,” Harley said with a nod. “Except for all the lying and secret keeping we have to do about the time loops. Honesty is the best policy except when it would drive people literally insane, how about that?”
Hearing that only reminded Samson that he would have to lie to Ibrahim about all of this very soon, and that made an already confusing day even worse. He lied to his brother all the time, of course, but about dumb things like stolen snacks and misplaced video games. Never about anything important.
“Looking rough, Samson,” Harley noted. “Can I call you Sam? Sammie?”
“Samson, please,” he said. Harley nodded.
“Well, Samson, let me tell you about a little thing called a coping mechanism,” Harley said. “Food, booze, sex- pick your poison and have as much of it as you want, because there’s no consequences for anything you do on the first loop!”
“That sounds...unhealthy.”
“It is! But long term mental health is a slow process, and having some easy stress relief in the meantime sure helps you get there,” Harley said. “A bandaid ain’t much, but it’s better than bleeding.”
“Harley knows what she’s talking about,” Vell agreed. “Uh, both in the sense that she’s pretty good at the whole mental health thing, and that she has a lot of sex as a coping mechanism.”
“Open invitation to join me in that, by the way,” Harley said. “Just ask.”
“I’ll think about it,” Samson said flatly. He didn’t know what to think about that offer, or anything else he’d heard from these ‘loopers’ so far today. All this chaos would have been overwhelming in the best of circumstances, and being far from home and separated from his brother was far from the best circumstance. Possibly the worst circumstance, even.
For now, Samson bid Harley and Vell goodbye and tried to track down his brother. As they were unused to being separated in the first place, it took a while for them to track each other down.
“There you are,” Ibrahim said, as the two finally crossed paths. “What have you been doing all day?”
For a brief second, the phrase “helping a bunch of lunatics in a time loop disarm three-hundred rodents” flitted through Samson’s head, but he never dared to say it out loud.
“Just got wrapped up in some school stuff,” Samson said. “You know how it is.”
“I don’t, actually, what-”
“Duck!”
In spite of the warning, Ibrahim didn’t duck, so he got a log to the head. A loose woodchuck chittered madly and than grabbed a stick, chucking it in a random direction, before running off. Apparently some of the woodchucks Harley had set loose were already chucking wood.
“What the fuck was that?”
“A woodchuck.”
“Yeah, I could tell,” Ibrahim said, as he rubbed a sore head. “What animal was it?”
“It’s a woodchuck. That’s what it’s called. Also a groundhog, I guess.”
While Ibrahim continued to wonder what the hell was going on, Vell sprinted around the corner, looked around, and spotted Samson.
“Samson, hey, did you, uh, see-”
Samson pointed in the direction the woodchuck had fled, and Vell went running that way. Ibrahim watched the quick exchange and squinted at Samson.
“What the hell is going on with you, Sammie?”
“It’s...it’s nothing,” Samson said. “Don’t worry about it. Also, duck again.”
This time, Ibrahim listened, and the stick went sailing over his head.
“Do I need to start wearing a helmet?”
“Probably not,” Samson said. If the apocalypses were even half as bad as described, a helmet wouldn’t do much good.
In the background, Vell snatched up the wood-chucking rodent and started carrying it away before it bit him. Samson tried to ignore the tiny rodent screeching in the background as Ibrahim tried to talk about his day. He began to wonder if he’d survive a year of this.

I’ve been bestfriends with them for 2/3 years now. In the beginning I didn’t really notice it, but for the last 4-6 months they’ve been getting more and more on my nerves.
The problem: This person is super smart, like a genius when it comes to academic intelligence, but they have ZERO social intelligence. Every person I know thinks that my friend is either rude, or mad at them. My friend doesn’t know how to control their body language and the way they speak. They often come off as super rude or mad, and i’m so sick of defending them to my other friends.
Also they overstep my boundaries a lot, and they always ask my to hang out, and often don’t take a plain «no» for an answer, I either have to have a great excuse, or as recently, I have begun to lie just to get an excuse. I feel so bad for lying to them, bc to me bc I know them, theyre a really kind person.
Some examples of them overstepping my boundaries: Touching me when i’ve told them multiple times that I hate veing touched. (They havent’t harrassed me, just slightly poked me to get my attention or something, but ive told them several times to stop)
They mock me when I can’t hear what they’re saying, (I have ADHD so I struggle a lot with paying attention all the time, and they KNOW this. I have also told them it makes me sad when they mock me ab something I can’t control)
They forced me to sleep them sleep in my bed (They needed a place to sleep, I said u can sleep at my place on my sofa (it rolls out) and they got super mad at me bc I wouldn’t let them sleep in my bed WHEN I WASN’T HOME FOR THE NIGHT)
It’s gotten to the point where I become such a bad person when i’m around them. Everytime they talk to me I just get super annoyed. I feel overstimulated by them ALL. THE. TIME. I’ve tried telling them that «im sorry if i snap at u, im just so stressed» but what I really want to say is that theyre the one who’s stressing my out. I really need a break from them, but I can’t have it cuz I see them at school, (I have to sit with them in every class) and they always ask to hangout at my place after school.
The worst thing is that I have lots of friends, and my friend doesn’t, and often what happens is that they end up alone if I hang out with my other friends. I have hung out with them (this friend) and my other friends before, but sometimes I just wanna have some alone time with my others friends too you know? But what happens then is that I get blamed for leaving them behind. It just feels like its always my responsibility to make sure that they’re not alone. This has been going on for so long, and I just can’t take it anymore.
They also constantly contradict me and always want to discuss every single thing that I say. They always have to be right, and make me feel stupid for even saying something. They always have to correct me, and they’re proud of being right all the time. I just hate how they KNOW theyre smart, and still choose to show it off by making me feel even more stupid.
I don’t know what to do, i wanna tell them, but i dont wanna hurt them bc i really love my friend, and even tho i only meantioned negative things here theyre actually a very good and loyal friend that i can always talk to.
I wanna tell them how i feel, without them making me feel like an awful person. Or am I an awfaul person? Be honest please.

I’ve been bestfriends with this them for 2/3 years now. In the beginning I didn’t really notice it, but for the last 4-6 months they’ve been getting more and more on my nerves.
The problem: This person is super smart, like a genius when it comes to academic intelligence, but they have ZERO social intelligence. Every person I know thinks that my friend is either rude, or mad at them. My friend doesn’t know how to control their body language and the way they speak. They often come off as super rude or mad, and i’m so sick of defending them to my other friends.
Also they overstep my boundaries a lot, and they always ask my to hang out, and often don’t take a plain «no» for an answer, I either have to have a great excuse, or as recently, I have begun to lie just to get an excuse. I feel so bad for lying to them, bc to me bc I know them, theyre a really kind person.
Some examples of them overstepping my boundaries: Touching me when i’ve told them multiple times that I hate veing touched. (They havent’t harrassed me, just slightly poked me to get my attention or something, but ive told them several times to stop)
They mock me when I can’t hear what they’re saying, (I have ADHD so I struggle a lot with paying attention all the time, and they KNOW this. I have also told them it makes me sad when they mock me ab something I can’t control)
They forced me to sleep them sleep in my bed (They needed a place to sleep, I said u can sleep at my place on my sofa (it rolls out) and they got super mad at me bc I wouldn’t let them sleep in my bed WHEN I WASN’T HOME FOR THE NIGHT)
It’s gotten to the point where I become such a bad person when i’m around them. Everytime they talk to me I just get super annoyed. I feel overstimulated by them ALL. THE. TIME. I’ve tried telling them that «im sorry if i snap at u, im just so stressed» but what I really want to say is that theyre the one who’s stressing my out. I really need a break from them, but I can’t have it cuz I see them at school, (I have to sit with them in every class) and they always ask to hangout at my place after school.
The worst thing is that I have lots of friends, and my friend doesn’t, and often what happens is that they end up alone if I hang out with my other friends. I have hung out with them (this friend) and my other friends before, but sometimes I just wanna have some alone time with my others friends too you know? But what happens then is that I get blamed for leaving them behind. It just feels like its always my responsibility to make sure that they’re not alone. This has been going on for so long, and I just can’t take it anymore.
They also constantly contradict me and always want to discuss every single thing that I say. They always have to be right, and make me feel stupid for even saying something. They always have to correct me, and they’re proud of being right all the time. I just hate how they KNOW theyre smart, and still choose to show it off by making me feel even more stupid.
I don’t know what to do, i wanna tell them, but i dont wanna hurt them bc i really love my friend, and even tho i only meantioned negative things here theyre actually a very good and loyal friend that i can always talk to.
I wanna tell them how i feel, without them making me feel like an awful person. Or am I an awfaul person? Be honest please.

I have a lot of trouble getting out of bed in the morning, I want to feel energized and excited but I kinda just laze around for a couple hours before reluctantly getting out of bed.
Anyone have any tips?

I can’t have sex with my boyfriend anymore.
Hello all I’m 23(f) been in a relationship 5 years with my 24m boyfriend.
We have a very healthy loving relationship and we are on track for a long happy life together. From what I know everything is perfect in our relationship except 1 thing. We stopped having sex about 2 years ago. And it’s my fault.
For some reason over the past two years I have completely lost my sex drive and I don’t know why. Before that my boyfriend and I had a very healthy sex life. He is great in bed, and when I say great I mean not once have I not finished before him. He always insisted on making sure I finish first, if not multiple times before he got anything. He always was very consensual and respectful, very romantic, and open to any kinks or no matter how weird. He was a virgin before I met him and we both have no idea how he is so good at it but have summed it up to being a natural😂 but this man is like a porn star in bed.
Unfortunately I was having issues with my birth control at the time so I switched to the copper iud, and ever since then we haven’t had sex. We have tried twice and it is just painful. My sex drive has completely fallen off the face of the earth and it’s starting to take a role on our relationship.
We live together now and have for the past year and have had zero sex. He has offered many times but I always reject. And he is always understanding. He never fusses or complains about it either, consent is one thing he never backs away from.
But since January it’s starting to become a real problem. He has asked me multiple times what’s going on and is starting to think I’m cheating or don’t find him attractive anymore. He still doesn’t ask for sex but if he did I would have to say no. It’s gotten to the point where I don’t think I CAN have sex. Or engage in any sexual activity. I haven’t given him any action of any sort except hugs and kisses. He is a very patient man but I worry he might leave me because of this. I know he still gets horny around me but I don’t know what to do about it.
I can tell he is sexually frustrated but he never expresses it. We had a long serious talk about it the other day and he said he will wait for me to get better but it’s very hard for him. He was almost in tears during this convo and he never cries.
I’m not going off birth control and I’m going to stay with the iud. I hate condoms and the shot ruined my hormones.
Im against him watching any porn because I still feel like that’s cheating but im ok with him masturbaiting even though I don’t think he does.
What do I do and how do I keep him from leaving me. He is moving to Ohio for the summer for work and I’m afraid he will cheat on me while he’s there. How can I get my sex drive back?

I (26m) have really no visual preferences to most people beyond sex appeal and personality (ok thighs are nice)
However 7 years ago I had sex with a woman who was heavier than me and she rode me too hard causing my shift to fracture. This resulted in months of healing and still to this day I need to be careful in bed
I have attempted to fuck larger women since but now I only feel comfortable having sex with women under 200 lbs
I am a gym guy. Dead lifter. 250 lbs. I can toss most women around a bedroom. But once they pass this weight I get the thought in my head and I just can't anymore.
Now I have so many amazing friends whom I wish I could have sex with but I'm scared ill get injured because of the remaining damage
Am I the asshole?

Does anyone else dream as another person? My mom and I have the same kind of vivid dream life, but even she was surprised when I mentioned this to her.
In some dreams I am my current self. In some, I am myself but at some younger age. But in around 10% of my dreams, I am another person entirely.
For example, I dreamed being a 20ish year old man. I met my future wife, we fell in love, got married, had our first and second child together… then when the kids were about 9 & 11 we were eating breakfast one morning and the world slowly fell away around me and I realized they weren’t real. That lifetime lost was a hard pill to swallow when I woke up.
I never dream that I’m ME older than I am now, but when I dream as another person it spans any age from childhood to older adulthood. Different genders and personal beliefs and life experiences. When I’m dreaming as someone else, I have no idea I am not them and experience the world through their perspective and belief systems, having their thoughts and feelings instead of what my own would be.
I also never realize I’m dreaming until I wake up when I’m someone else in a dream. But when I am me in a dream, I often have some awareness or think about how I’m dreaming while it’s happening.

As I walked into my house after a long and tiring day of work, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease in the air. Something just didn't feel right. I called out to my wife, but no response came. I figured she was probably at the local shop getting some groceries. So, I decided to sit down and watch some TV while I waited for her to return.
After a few minutes, I heard the door open, and I assumed it was my wife returning with the groceries. However, what I saw next shocked me to my very core. It was my wife, Sara, and the local shopkeeper, Tom, walking in together. They were laughing and joking like they were old friends. I felt a mixture of anger and betrayal. My wife and I had been married for 10 years. I had always trusted her, and this was the last thing that I had expected to see.
As they walked into the house, Sara introduced Tom to me. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off about their relationship. They sat down on the couch, and I went to the kitchen to get us all some drinks. As I was pouring the drinks, I couldn't help but overhear their conversation.
"Did I tell you about the new shipment of wine that we got in?" Tom asked.
"No, you didn't," Sara replied.
"I'll have to show it to you sometime," Tom said, as he winked at her.
I couldn't believe it. My wife was cheating on me with the local shopkeeper! I didn't know what to do. I felt like my whole world had just crashed down on me. But, it wasn't just my wife's infidelity that was tearing me apart; my son was also gravely ill.
My son, Jack, was diagnosed with cancer last year. It was a rare form of cancer that had spread throughout his body, and the doctors had given him six months to live. This news hit me like a ton of bricks. I thought I was going to lose my mind. How could this be happening to us?
I remember the day we found out, and how we both broke down in tears. Jack was only seven years old, and he didn't deserve this. I made a promise to myself that I would spend every moment I had with him and do everything in my power to make him happy.
Over the past few months, Jack's health had been deteriorating. He had grown weaker by the day, and it was becoming harder and harder for him to do even the simplest of tasks. He spent most of his time in bed, and it was heartbreaking to see him suffer like this.
I sat down next to him and held his hand. "How was school today, buddy?" I asked, trying to distract him from his pain.
"It was okay, Dad," he responded weakly. "I'm just really tired."
I could see the pain in his eyes, and it broke my heart. I wished there was something I could do to make him feel better.
Later that same night, as Sara and I were getting ready for bed, I brought up what I had seen earlier with Tom.
"Sara, can we talk for a minute?" I asked.
"Sure," she replied, as she climbed into bed next to me.
"I saw you and Tom today," I said, trying to keep my composure.
"Oh, that," she responded. "Tom and I are just friends. I go to the shop all the time and we just got to talking."
"I saw the way he looked at you," I said, feeling a twinge of jealousy in my chest. "I don't want you spending time alone with him anymore. And besides, you're still married to me."
"I understand where you're coming from," she said, "but Tom is just a friend. There's nothing more to it than that."
I knew that she was lying to me, but I didn't press the issue. I didn't want to make a scene and lose my temper with her.
As I lay in bed that night, I couldn't stop thinking about my son and how we were going to lose him soon. I felt so helpless and alone. I wished that there was something I could do to make his pain go away. The thought of losing my child was almost unbearable.
Over the next few weeks, Jack's condition worsened. He had stopped eating altogether and had to be fed through a tube. It was becoming harder and harder for him to breathe, and he was constantly in pain. I spent every moment I could with him, holding his hand and telling him how much I loved him.
Then, one night, it happened. Jack took his last breath and slipped away from this world. I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest. I didn't know how to go on without him.
As I sat there, holding my son's lifeless body, I couldn't help but think about my wife's betrayal. She had cheated on me with Tom while our son was slowly dying. How could she be so heartless?
In that moment, I made the decision that I needed to separate myself from her. I couldn't live with someone who was capable of such betrayal. I wanted to focus on healing from the loss of my son and moving on with my life.
In the end, it was a painful journey, but I made it through. I still think about my son every day, but I know that he's in a better place now. As for my ex-wife and Tom, they're still together, and I've moved on. Life has a way of testing us, but it's up to us to decide how we react to those tests.

I left my abusive husband last week and I keep switching between pure agony and barely controlled rage. Right now I’m fucking angry. I forgot to unsubscribe from his stupid twitch account so I just got an email that he’s streaming himself playing one of his dumb fucking games. A week ago this man was sobbing, begging me to stay, saying he’ll kill himself if he loses me. I went through years of manipulation, mind games, control, intimidation, and mental and emotional abuse that has left me absolutely wrecked. I can’t sleep, getting out of bed is a challenge, I’m stuffing my face until I feel physically ill. I feel like a shell of a person. I don’t trust anyone, I don’t trust myself, I HATE myself but I also fucking hate him. He vowed to take care of me and all he’s done is destroy me. I’m in the deepest pits of agony and he’s unemployed, living with his useless fucking friends and streaming dumb fucking video games, not a fucking care in the world. How is it fair that HE ruined this marriage and I’m the one doing all the hard work and taking the biggest hits?
I hate him. I hate him so much. No one will EVER do this to me again.

Ahh, THC. The more I have, the more amazing it all seems. And the more impaired I start to be. I was pretty high on our Porcupine Tree concert night, swimming at low tide through that convenience store, desperate for a sticky treat to fill my sweet tooth sore.   Fuck, I’m free styling so hard in my head now, but I’m lying in my bed now. I can’t get it out. Fingers too slow, fuck it, type that shit though. Come as it may, the way to convey is to use semantically rich phonemes, for their high frequency and acoustic simplicity, to easily grab similes of similar intensity and rhyming propensity in the local vicinity of that semantic space within me. You feel me?   Poetry is just an admission of the inherent musical nature of language, and also a convenient place to air out your garbage, your baggage. We’ve all got it. Might as well flaunt it. Spit that shit, put your heart into it, edit it and put a bow on it.   I mean, not to nitpick, but self-reference is kind of all there is. If the only way I can refer to “you” is to defer to you, confer on you some sense of "other" that I made up, then whoever’s words are flowing through me, keep it up. Please undo me for I am undone with the gorgeous everyone who live among us, the sexy badass mothafuckas. (As you’re texting, I’m watching your dots and waiting for thoughts or intuition. I thank you for your contribution.)   And one more thing. Speaking of collaboration, every little bit of matter is one with us, and the latter, whoever that ineffable stuff of life might be, bring it on, and make it spicy.   1 2

The lease for my current apartment is over in August and I have to give two months notice if I plan to move. This means that me and my roommate would have to let the complex know by the end of the month if we're renewing or not and I honestly don't know what to do.
Our current rent is actually going down for the renewal, but only by eight dollars. In terms of my end of the rent, I've been doing OK, but I've still had to do some penny-pinching. I work full time and so does my roommate, but he makes roughly 3 more dollars than me hourly and I think that he's doing better than me in terms of finances. I can probably survive just one more year of roughly the same rent, but I'd still have to be pretty conservative in some areas of spending.
Rent overall in our area has gone down and there are cheaper options nearby. The one apartment complex I have my eye on right now has two bed, two bath apartments for roughly $200-300 cheaper and that's something that would greatly help me financially. And it's also just a 2-3 minute drive up the street from our current complex, so moving wouldn't even be that horrible.
That said, moving still sucks no matter how you slice it and that's one con of potentially moving. My roommate has said that he's fine with either option and that he's going to leave it up to me. So now I'm weighing the pros and cons and I could really use some input from other parties. What do you think I should do?

After performing some quick arithmetic, I estimated that if I could make $10 per hour and spend 5 hours per day taking surveys, I could easily make $300 to $400 per week. Again, not a lot of money, but if I did this, I'd be making the same amount of money I was receiving in government assistance when COVID hit. However, this time I didn't have to worry about seeking work or even having a job; instead, I could just sit at home and complete surveys while watching Twitch streams.
This marked the beginning of my six-month journey towards a survey-only existence. There have been some additional benefits to doing this, notwithstanding the increased money. While earning money via surveys is a pretty dismal endeavor, it has given me structure and a measure of self-respect. Now that I don't have to perform all the housework, my days seem longer and happier.
I get out of bed and cycle to the nearest coffee shop, where I spend $3.85 on a medium double espresso shot latte. I then ride back to my house and settle down, feeling all cozy, filling out surveys while watching YouTube videos and Twitch broadcasts. I feel more productive and can sleep better at night knowing that I'm not letting each day pass me by totally.
I rise from the bed and ride my bike to the closest coffee shop, where I spend $3.85 on a medium double espresso shot latte. I then take a ride back to my house, where I make myself comfortable and fill out surveys while watching YouTube videos and Twitch streams. Knowing that I'm not letting each day pass me by completely makes me feel more productive and helps me sleep better at night.
I'll provide a link to a survey application I use because I felt some of the folks on this site might be interested in participating in surveys as well.
https://www.probrandreviews.com/

I just moved to a new room with new educators and 5 new toddler children who started less then 4 weeks ago. These children were with me in a different room with different educator. I find one of them who settled so fast and was a breeze - now wants to be always cling to me and follows me everywhere and wants me to sit and play with him. As soon as I do something else he starts crying. I encourage him and acknowledge his feelings but its not helping as he cries more. Parents said he has been teething, but I think he's also over stimulated with so much going on in the room (lots of crying, new class, teachers, schedule, children etc). How to make him settle down so he plays more and less clinged to me. I really want him to be successful and be independent and not stuck to me all day which will not help in long run.
I have another one who took 3 weeks to adjust and this is his week 4. And, he cries every time I put him on his cot. So, yesterday he slept on my arm - when I try to put him over in his cot, he will wake up and cry. Mom complained today that he wouldn't sleep on his bed and wants to be held up to sleep. Mom want us to sleep train him back to cot. How do I get him to sleep in cot and not on me. I tried it yesterday and he cried his eye out waking everyone up.
Its already overwhelming for all of us in the room with new class , educators, 8 new children who are all adjusting at the same time. Any help and suggestion will be helpful :) .......TIA

I’ll be going on a solo road trip in July that will have me spending a week in the Southeast portion of the US. I’d love to meet some new faces and get help being shown around the local areas during that time. I’ll be in VA, GA, TN, KY, and IN during the first week of July. Also needing recs for a cool place to be on the 4th.
Bonus points if you can show me a good local hike and trails and the mountains are my main attractions to the area so far (coming from Michigan).

So as I've been planning my actual wedding I've come up with a bunch of ideas that, while they wouldn't actually be good, would be very funny. Has anyone else come up with some surreal ideas while planning? Please share

1. A destination wedding but it's like in Pittsburgh, this would be extra funny if the couple were from some gorgeous tropical paradise.
2. A wedding DJ who only plays Weird Al parodies of songs normally played at weddings
3. Man-Eater by Hall and Oates as a processional.
4. The Rites of Spring as a processional.
5. Habanera from Carmen as a processional.
6. Hiring a Private Detective instead of a photographer to photograph the wedding without anyone noticing.
7. A sign reading "centrepiece" as centrepieces.
8. Midsommar theme wedding
9. Bringing back the traditional medieval "bedding" ceremony where everyone puts the couple and basically watches to make sure they consummate.
10. Hiring actors who are more attractive than you to play you for the ceremony so the pictures will look better.

I’ve been bestfriends with this them for 2/3 years now. In the beginning I didn’t really notice it, but for the last 4-6 months they’ve been getting more and more on my nerves.
The problem: This person is super smart, like a genius when it comes to academic intelligence, but they have ZERO social intelligence. Every person I know thinks that my friend is either rude, or mad at them. My friend doesn’t know how to control their body language and the way they speak. They often come off as super rude or mad, and i’m so sick of defending them to my other friends.
Also they overstep my boundaries a lot, and they always ask my to hang out, and often don’t take a plain «no» for an answer, I either have to have a great excuse, or as recently, I have begun to lie just to get an excuse. I feel so bad for lying to them, bc to me bc I know them, theyre a really kind person.
Some examples of them overstepping my boundaries: Touching me when i’ve told them multiple times that I hate veing touched. (They havent’t harrassed me, just slightly poked me to get my attention or something, but ive told them several times to stop)
They mock me when I can’t hear what they’re saying, (I have ADHD so I struggle a lot with paying attention all the time, and they KNOW this. I have also told them it makes me sad when they mock me ab something I can’t control)
They forced me to sleep them sleep in my bed (They needed a place to sleep, I said u can sleep at my place on my sofa (it rolls out) and they got super mad at me bc I wouldn’t let them sleep in my bed WHEN I WASN’T HOME FOR THE NIGHT)
It’s gotten to the point where I become such a bad person when i’m around them. Everytime they talk to me I just get super annoyed. I feel overstimulated by them ALL. THE. TIME. I’ve tried telling them that «im sorry if i snap at u, im just so stressed» but what I really want to say is that theyre the one who’s stressing my out. I really need a break from them, but I can’t have it cuz I see them at school, (I have to sit with them in every class) and they always ask to hangout at my place after school.
The worst thing is that I have lots of friends, and my friend doesn’t, and often what happens is that they end up alone if I hang out with my other friends. I have hung out with them (this friend) and my other friends before, but sometimes I just wanna have some alone time with my others friends too you know? But what happens then is that I get blamed for leaving them behind. It just feels like its always my responsibility to make sure that they’re not alone. This has been going on for so long, and I just can’t take it anymore.
They also constantly contradict me and always want to discuss every single thing that I say. They always have to be right, and make me feel stupid for even saying something. They always have to correct me, and they’re proud of being right all the time. I just hate how they KNOW theyre smart, and still choose to show it off by making me feel even more stupid.
Ive tried giving them hints, but they never seem to understand, or even notice them. I just get more and more angry.
I don’t know what to do, i wanna tell them, but i dont wanna hurt them bc i really love my friend, and even tho i only meantioned negative things here theyre actually a very good and loyal friend that i can always talk to.
I wanna tell them how i feel, without them making me feel like an awful person. Or am I an awfaul person? Be honest please.

My drinking type is like...6-12 months sober (sometimes longer, sometimes less), then I usually crack under stress and go for it. The binges have gotten longer and longer (usually because it doesn't fix the problem, and because I'm masking hangxiety), the damage has generally gotten worse and worse. This time I decided I need to do something about it versus just saying yet again "I'll never drink again!" Even worse when I promise that to those who love me.
Problem is, I'm nice and sober now, and feeling great. I don't want to drink, even for TSM! I'm scared of losing the feeling of jumping out of bed with basically no anxiety, the feeling of being hydrated, the lack of poor choices, the feeling at the gym when you're not hungover and weak, the feeling of not being a sweaty mess everywhere. To be honest, the only 2 things pushing me to drink are to start TSM, and to be able to drink with friends at events. The latter I barely care about, but I'm trying to dangle a carrot to get started; but that carrot isn't even enough.
But I know I will crack again, I always do. It'll likely be another 6-12 months. I could probably push it to a few years if I REALLY try, with some luck. But I'd never promise that to anyone.
I did find a suggestion to save the naltrexone just for when I find myself thrown into another binge-starting situation. It won't fix much long term (as in TSM), but it may help cut the binge short, which would be a huge help.
Not sure what to do, and scared to roll the dice. Can anyone relate?