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2023.06.08 11:17 foghina DAE think the hover pack should be unlockable sooner?
I'm 100+ hours in, just unlocked oil. I've been using fly mods for a while since it's way too frustrating to build without it. But this pushes me to cheat even more since it enables super fast travel across the map, which is hard not to use e.g. when I run out of concrete while building a new factory, and my storage is all the way over there.
Anywho. I think hover pack would be useful sooner and make the game more enjoyable, like already in tier 3/4 somewhere.
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2023.06.08 11:17 Big-Ad7964 i wish she was different
figured i couldn’t mope around anymore and needed to finally get out all of my anger and stories ive been dying to tell of my mother. or lack of one rather. i grew up being raised by my older siblings due to my mothers neglect, and constant need to act like a teenager && neglect her children + responsibilities. my father was deployed in the military during this, so it was a rough time for my family. im thankful i don’t remember much, but i do remember how lonely I felt and certain pinpoints where my mother neglected my needs. after my dad divorced my mother, and figured out she ditched both me & my sister, he took me with him to live with him out of state with my other siblings. i went no contact with my mother ever since that day. i always wished i had my mom with me though. i remember she called me once or twice when i first moved states, and then the phone calls stopped. i blamed my dad my entire life, thinking he was the one who restricted it. not knowing much of how horrible my mother was, i did anything to keep a perfect image of her in my mind. i constantly begged for him to let me talk to her, and resented him for not letting it happen. needless to say, growing up I realized it had nothing to do with him. she chose to never contact me. she ran off with her new husband, and went no contact on her kids. before i figured all of this out however, I got in contact with her when i was about 15-16. i was so fucking happy. i felt like my life was perfect then and there, like a void was filled and she could come visit and talk to me more. boy was I wrong. when i turned 17, she finally told me I should come visit. but i had to pay for it. so I did. i went out and it was the best week ever. i felt whole again, and like everything I missed about having my mother with me growing up was gone. i visited her twice more, and it seemed like the need for her to try being my mom drifted away. she picked up tons of shifts and was gone most of the time i was there to visit, and brought me over to her new boyfriends house where she let me drink / smoke when i just turned 18. i didn’t want to do it, but she bought a whole bottle for me and made me feel like it was succh an inconvenience for her if I didn’t. when I went home that time, we drifted apart even more. dry texts, no calls, barely anything. I’d text her first, update her on my life, tell her I wished she was with me. now just this month, my dad told me she told him I was using her and she never got a text from me unless I wanted her money. un fucking believable. how could your daughter wanting to be with you result in you spending money? she’s had so many opportunities to live closer to me, but I know for a fact she just doesn’t want to acknowledge her kids and wants to live on her own. she never paid her child support, leaving my dad struggling, and lying to me and my siblings about how my dad was plotting us against her and she was miserable and broke. she refused to work for years just so she wouldn’t have to pay child support for my dad, and leached off of her husband. i seriously cant understand why i got stuck with such an ignorant fuck who doesn’t care about her kids. I’ll never understand why people who can’t handle kids bring kids into the world only to mess them up. anyways, thanks for my rant. i would add more, my head is jumbled from trying to fit all my mother induced trauma into one reddit post. thanks for listening if you got this far, and feel free to leave comments below. i like knowing people are in the same boat as me and I’m not so alone with this shit storm.
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2023.06.08 11:17 m4gnum_pett0 Elite classes build support
Hey all, I was wondering where is the best source for elite classes build help?
I used idleontoolbox as a reference up until now to spec my subclasses, but now that I've got to elite most of those are not even present in the toolbox.
I'm pretty confused as there's really a ton of new skills and stuff and I would like to have some guidance in point allocation (i'm not still at a point where i'm overflowed with skill points) to get the most out of each class potential.
Currently I started the build for ES and BB, as I was able to find some useful information here and there, but for the other classes I'm still confused.
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2023.06.08 11:17 123timefortea Which career is best for entrepreneurial/intellectual creatives??
Seeking advice...After starting life 15 years ago as a journalist, I have lost passion for the role and feel that both myself and the industry have changed too much for me to really enjoy it like I used to. I am therefore looking for a totally new career path. I may be able to secure funding for a university course so I'm thinking of doing a degree, but my problem is that I have too many things I am curious to learn!
I would love to hear from the kind people of Reddit suggestions of careers that could be fulfilling for someone who is entrepreneurial, a bit intellectual and quite creative. I am a 50/50 split of extrovert and introvert.
I enjoy making money and would like to earn a lot more than I have been doing in journalism. I have often had side businesses that have done ok so I think I'd be very good at this if I put my all into it. I thought about going into property development but I'd like something more unique.
I'm also interested in hearing from people who work in the following industries to tell me the main things they like and dislike about the following:
- Music production
- Art history and curation
- Fashion design
Thank you all so much!
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2023.06.08 11:16 derekdoctors Rift Walkers - No new weapons/pilots - Hard mode perfect 4-island victory
I've been trying this self-imposed challenge for ages and I just can't do it - wondering if anyone would like to prove to me that it can be done!
Conditions are: - Rift Walkers - No main named pilots with special skill - it's fine to carry over a 'lesser' pilot that can gain boosts in Move/ReactoHP and start with it. Also fine to upgrade the other pilots you begin with in terms of move/HP. - No new weapons equipped - can only upgrade current weaponry - Hard difficulty - No Advanced content - just base game - 4 island completion - No buildings damaged/lost - All objectives complete
I've built up my AI pilot to begin with +1 Mech Reactor and +1 Mech Move, which I put in the artillery mech for buildings immune to begin with. As soon as I get the time pod on the first island, I switch the pilot into the cannon mech and use the core for +1 damage. Then it's a case of trying to scale up damage as quickly as possible, and hope you don't get a grid defence ability on a pilot!
I can fairly consistently get two islands done, occasionally three, and I think twice I've made it to the fourth island, but the number of Vek spawning just makes it too hard to get any further. Has anyone completed this, or done something similar before?!
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2023.06.08 11:16 stork83 LifeCrypto (LIFE) Introduction
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2023.06.08 11:16 elpsykongr0 DSC over DP is working on Sonoma, 4K 144hz VRR out of the box
2023.06.08 11:15 ScribblingFox98 The Survivor Becomes a Dungeon (Chapter 80)
First Vitmori POV
My eyes opened to an array of lights floating around me, it was a rather beautiful display as I slowly glanced around. Looking toward Reyvyre, I could see and sense the bewildered curiosity plain on her face as she looked between each orb of light, clearly getting more information from her side of this magic circle than I was. "What is it?" I ask carefully, not wanting to break her focus too much from whatever she was doing to maintain her end of the magic circle.
Reyvyre took a few moments to gather herself as she spoke up. "I'm... Not sure what to make of all this." She admitted, looking around some more before continuing. "This magic circle displays your magical affinities as you are now. Generally, this is used for fledgling mages who are still in their 'discovery' stages, as it were, in order to set them down their easiest paths; however, affinities can be developed and discovered over a mage's lifetime, new paths forged which can broaden your range of magic." She explained before gesturing to all the lights. "While you don't have access to all magics... I've never seen an inexperienced mage with a connection to so many paths of magic, especially with such a deep understanding at that. You have a connection to all four primal magics; while it is not unheard of, it is still surprising for one as inexperienced as you. Air is the weakest, then water, you have a good bond with earth, and finally, there's fire. If I didn't know better, I would have said you were a fire elemental or perhaps even a fire dragon." She explained, excitement creeping into her voice as I sensed her marveling at the possibilities. "You have such a deep understanding of fire and its properties, though I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised as to how you have such an understanding." She mentioned, her expression and tone going somber at the realization she had.
This confused me for a moment before I remembered that she'd seen my memories. "Ah, right... Yeah, I suppose that could do it." I replied. Fire has been my greatest ally and my worst nightmare over the years; I've experienced its use in all aspects of its nature, and I know exactly what it can do to the human body, among other things. I offered her a small smile as I watched her fret over bringing up this part of
my past and spoke up to try and console her. "Don't linger too much on it; it was quite literally another lifetime, don't let my memories burden you." I offer in a gentle voice.
I could sense Reyvyre taking my words to heart as she sighed softly, collecting herself as she looked among the orbs of light once more. "Beyond the four primal magics and the related fusions of those magics, you have access to many rather unusual and esoteric branches of magic." She mentioned as her eyes continued to wander. "Darkness and Light magics, opposites and unusual branches to fully specialize in." She said as she tilted her head. "Adventurers or criminals generally tap into these branches for the illusions they can access as well as stealth magics that aid in their endeavors." She explained. "Though you have an understanding of both branches, you have a much greater connection to the darkness."
"Well, I did most of my work in the dark; I learned to move in the shadows and conceal myself from my enemies. As for light, well, I'd say you would be surprised how much there is to know about light." I mentioned with a bit of a smile, though I considered what she said and tilted my head a bit. "I also think you'd be surprised by the depth of darkness and shadow; it's more than illusions and stealth I'd say, and I don't mean that poetically." I mused as I pointlessly rolled my shoulders. "Besides, you might want to see what Basti can do with shadows and darkness; I'm sure even you can learn from her."
Reyvyre nodded intently, and I could sense that she felt unsure about my claims; she was keeping an open mind about my unique situation as she looked to a different area of the magic circle. "Spacial magic was to be expected if we consider your ability to store vasts amount of things in your personal storage space, though here is an unusual one." She mentioned as she brought a particular orb of light to focus. "Soul magic, even I know of very few aspects of soul magic, usually they're used by churches and places of law and order to measure someone's character. It's rare to see anyone even having a connection to it, but their services are valued and sought out if a mage is shown to have a talent in the field." She explained as she made a face; I could sense she was considering me and something she had seen before speaking up. "That reminds me... You've created artificial souls before, haven't you? Dread and the Sinners, right?" She said slowly as she mulled over the idea. "It's something called an Ego, which is usually only applied to things like weapons and armor. They're incredibly rare and are often used as partners to mages and various warriors, using their innate properties to guide, protect or magically heal and support their wielders. Though most instances are usually made by fiends, dragons, and fey; however, even elves, dwarves, and the odd human mage have created them before, but I've never heard of ego being potent enough to control and manage an entire body." She explained, mulling over the information as she scratched the back of her head.
I consider her words before offering a piece of information that might be helpful for her in her endeavor to understand me better. "That might have something to do with the aspects I was granted when I was placed here in this world." At the mention of aspects, I could see her pointed ears twitch with surprise as she looked at me with wide eyes, I could sense that she was heavily doubting what she heard just now and hesitated to speak, so I just continued. "Upon my death, I heard a voice listing all these titles and explaining how I affected those around me in my world. Those I killed, those I saved, and how many zombies I exterminated." I explained slowly; the whole experience was all somewhat surreal now that I'm reflecting on it; I suppose I was numb to the experience due to the sheer shock and confusion of what was suddenly happening to me. "It was something called karmic influence, though I'm still uncertain about it all. Perhaps if I had access to that system Hisorietta talked about, I would know more. But it's not like I care all that much since I don't need to know how everything in the world works to live in it." I said, doing a little bit of hand waving, though Reyvyre seemed to listen intently, patiently waiting for me to say the point of what I had to say. "I was granted the aspects of life and death during that time, and later, after Basti put an end to what was left of Lichtdren, I inherited her aspect of creation."
Reyvyre's face was calm and stoic as she closed her eyes, though her mind was a swirling storm of theories, ideas, and speculation. We sat silently for a few minutes before Reyvyre opened her eyes and sighed softly. "A lot of things are starting to make sense now..." She admitted as she looked into the orbs of light around me. "I was uncertain what to make of what I saw when I first looked at the magic you had access to, which is why I was saving them for last." She said as she brought forward two orbs. "Life and death magic, your connection to them is even more potent than your connection to fire. Healing and destruction, communication with those beyond the veil of the aether, and being able to pull those beyond the veil back into their mortal forms or other vessels. If I had to put a sort of label on your connection to these forms of magic, it would be the term aspect. Not even the Saintess of Gaia can claim to have such a strong connection to life magic as you, not that you even know how to harness that magic, though the same could be said for your connection to death... Not that I know any publically labeled figures to be known as Saint or Saintess of Death, but you would have a deeper connection to this branch of magic than them."
I nodded intently, it all sounded very impressive, but I'm still having a hard time putting weight behind all these concepts and ideas. Though I can sense that all this is starting to stress Reyvyre somehow, what is bothering her, in particular, is not clear to me. "Your... Your ears twitched with surprise when I mentioned aspect, why did that word get a reaction out of you?" I ask, cutting to the point as best I could.
Reyvyre's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as one hand reached up to one of her ears before she cleared her throat and spoke up. "I recognized the term since I had read about it during my historical studies, it was used to describe individuals who had been blessed by the gods, aspects were often either great heroes or great evils who were blessed for their achievements; though it was often recorded that aspects were granted their blessings in anticipation of what they would do." She said as she ran her finger through her hair, staring at the ground before looking up into my eyes. "I'm not worried about you or how you would use your powers, you are a good man, and I have no doubt you would use these powers mostly for the benefit of others." She said as she offered a smile, though she furrowed her brows and continued her thought. "What I am worried about is why someone of your potential would appear in the world as you are. Not to mention the idea that multiple gods and goddesses seem to have their eyes on you and the Empress of all people." She explained, sounding a little bewildered as she considered Historietta. "An escalation like this does not bode well for the future..." She says while sighing some more.
"I do wanna say that I was told there would be some calamity around four years from now. What it is, I don't exactly know, but it is something at least." I mentioned it since it was the only thing that came to mind when she talked about the future.
Reyvyre looked surprised but didn't really seem to panic or look overly concerned, managing to remain apathetic towards the information. "I see; well, that would make sense, especially making you this powerful if this supposed calamity is in the near future. But what could possibly be brewing in the background for your presence to be needed?" She pondered, maintaining her composure as she viewed everything in a strictly analytical way.
"Well, didn't you mention that there's some kind of warlord on a path of conquest overseas? It was the whole reason Emperor Ferodias performed his warpath of unification on this continent." I mentioned, looking at the orbs of light around me before looking into her eyes and watching her while she looked elsewhere thoughtfully.
She hummed in thought. "It is possible, but can we really consider that to be a calamity?" She asked as she returned my gaze.
"Well, I can't say for sure, but all it takes is a single stone to cause a wave; who knows what that warlord's warpath will lead into or disturb." I offer for her consideration.
Reyvyre nodded intently before dispelling the magic circle and standing, I did note that there were a few more orbs of light that we hadn't reviewed, but it seemed like we were moving on at this point. "Well, in that case, we shouldn't dwell on what may be and focus on what we can do now, and what I can do now is show the basics of how to wield your abilities so you can be ready for whatever may come." She exclaimed, full of false bravado and fake enthusiasm, I could tell she was putting on a brave front and wasn't taking her own words to heart, but I was not about to call her on it.
I stand as well, walking over and patting her shoulder. "Well then, I'll be in your care." I say as I flash a small smile.
Reyvyre returned my smile, this time managing to pull a real one on her face as she looked around. "I think we should make our way to the river; with fire being your primary element, it would be better to be closer to a water source." She considered, a hint of amusement in her voice.
I chuckle softly, bobbing my head in agreement. "Lead the way." Prev First RoyalRoad Patreon
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2023.06.08 11:15 Holiday-Possible29 The Armored Terran 9
Hello everyone! I have started to post this on Royal Road
and will be releasing one chapter per day there until I run out of the backlog that I have. I also have a Ko-fi
page if you want to support my writing. Also, sorry this chapter came out as late as it did. I was traveling all day to get to my sister’s graduation, and I had to write this between flights. With all that said, I hope you enjoy this next part of The Armored Terran! First Previous
“Well if I thought politics was boring before, I certainly don’t think that now!” I said with a chuckle.
Aeva finally tore their eyes away from the holoprojector long enough to look at me. “How can you be so calm about all of this? Your people are going to war!”
I grinned maliciously. “The Yaleya Conclave has no idea what they’re getting themselves into. Humans have been practicing warfare for as long as we’ve been recording our history. Sure, size may be an issue, but that doesn’t mean that we’re completely out of the fight!” I proudly explained.
Aeva didn’t look convinced. “Well, how do you know?”
“Well,” I started, “first, they don’t even know if we even have a home planet, let alone where it is. And even if they did, we have enough defenses in system that they probably won’t even get close to it. Second, if I know United Terra’s Space Command, then they’re probably planning a preemptive strike to cripple the enemy before the Yaleyans can even try anything.” Aeva was still not looking convinced. I smiled, “And besides, the galaxy at large doesn’t even know about half of the ships that Terran civilians are allowed to know about. Trust me, humanity will be fine.”
Well, the day that humanity had been dreading has finally arrived. We were about to partake in our first interstellar war. I was pouring over the mission briefing that I had been given, shock written all over my face. This plan that command has authorized is a bold one. If they think that everyone is coming home after this is over, they’re crazy.
I looked up from my tablet to survey the scene in front of me.
The hangar that I was in was massive, large enough to store hundreds, if not thousands of the biggest mechs that humanity could produce. It was a beehive of activity, with deckhands moving from place to place. I looked up at the massive cargo mech that was carrying a rack of single-seater fighters and interceptors, the ground shaking as it stomped past before setting down its load of aircraft. I saw my platoon slowly filter into the staging area for our portion of the operation. I looked down at my watch. Three minutes late.
When all my marines finally made it, I stood up and made my way to the holoprojector at the center of the staging area. “Sloppy, marines, you were three minutes late!” I said in my sergeant voice. “That means when we are done with this mission, I expect each and every one of you to give me three hundred pushups!” There were some murmurs of dissent from the group. I quickly wheeled over to the offending group of marines. “STOW THAT SHIT MARINES WE ARE AT WAR NOW! AND THAT MEANS BEING ON TIME TO BRIEFINGS! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?”
A loud “Sir, yes sir!” rang around me as soldiers straightened their postures.
“Damn right I do! For Operation Hidden Phantom, we will be the tip of the spear, so listen up, I will not be repeating myself!” I turned on the holoprojector. It showed the Yalayan capital ship, the Indomitable Crusade. “This is our target, the Indomitable Crusade. Our objectives are to infiltrate the ship and find and destroy the computer components that control the early warning system and the sensors suite for their entire fleet. Intelligence has pinpointed those systems to be here and here,” I said pointing to two different points that started to glow when I touched them. “In the event that they aren’t where intelligence has suggested, then our mission is to find them, and put them out of commission. We have also been encouraged to destroy as many secondary systems as possible, but the sensor array and early warning system are the priority. After we achieve our objectives, we are to signal to command to send in a mech boarding party from the Failure to Communicate’s carrier group. For this mission, we have been given access to the newest and shiniest toys.” As I said that the hologram changed to a depiction a sleek one-seater aircraft/spaceship combo. It was also conveniently sitting in the hangar next to us. “We are being given access to the single-seater F-200. I have been told that it has been outfitted with some of the best stealth technology that humanity has ever come up with.” I turned to my marines. “Any questions?” I asked.
A marine timidly raised his hand. “Sir, what kind of support will we have?”
“Until we take down the sensor arrays of the Indomitable Crusade, we won’t be getting any. We will, however, be given stealth based exo armor and enough explosives to level half of New New York. Command has assured me these measures will be enough for us to get in and do our jobs so everyone else can do theirs. Any other questions?”
Another marine held up their hand. “Sir, the briefing says in the briefing that the Indomitable Crusade has the best shields the Conclave have to offer. How are we getting past that? And what’s our infil?”
“Excellent question marine!” I exclaimed, proud that someone had actually read the mission briefing. “Intel says that the shields don’t even activate unless something is coming at it quick enough. This prevents it from using energy deflecting harmless space debris. Today, we will be disguising ourselves as harmless space debris in the solar system that the Indomitable Crusade is currently.” I saw the marines looking around at each other. They were clearly excited for this mission. “As for how we’re getting in, we will stick to the hull and cut through it until we get into the maintenance shafts, where we will then move to the air vents. This should give us plenty of time and help us avoid the xenos on board.” I looked at my watch. “It looks like that’s all the time that we have for a briefing, so get yourselves suited up and ready to go! We leave in ten minutes!” I shouted as the marines gave a hearty oorah. I couldn’t help but feel proud of my marines. “And may God have mercy on those poor xenos.” And with that, we all made our way to where we would pick up our stealth exo suits.
High Commander Tussus
It has been a long time since we have had a good war. Our people have gone soft and compliant in a way that not even compulsory military service could fix. We needed a war to ensure the strength of our people and the future generation, but we couldn’t declare war on a species in the Galactic Community without risking the ire of that irritating body of pencil pushers and bureaucrats.
Then the Terrans arrived, like sunshine on a stormy day. They were always on the edge of policy making and made themselves an easy target by their secrecy. As soon as their secret came out, high command saw this as a perfect opportunity to strengthen our people in the furnace of war. At this point, we were just waiting for the Terran targets to be given to us by command. This should be easy. They are so small that they can’t even defend themselves without their precious suits.
“High Commander,” said my chief engineer.
“Make your report,” I said irritated that he brought me out of my thoughts of conquest.
“We’re reading some very minor hull breaches in maintenance hallway seventy-three B.”
I paused. “Are we leaking air?” I asked.
“No High Commander. It seems like we are not. And anything that would be moving quickly enough to cause a hull breach would have been deflected by the shields, so it can’t be debris.”
“Is there anything on the cameras?” I asked.
“No, High Commander,” was the response.
I waved my hand. “Send a maintenance team to see what the issue is.”
“At your command, High Commander,” he said. “Maintenance team Delta 32, report to maintenance hallway seventy-three B and report on a possible hull breach.”
I leaned back in my chair. Despite the issue being resolved, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread come over me, almost like an omen of ill things to come. First Previous
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2023.06.08 11:14 Special_Challenge849 How do I (23 F) ask this guy (27 M) if he's interested in me?
How do I ask this guy if he's interested in me?
I'm 23f and he's 27m. Him and his family are close family friends. He hit me up 3 years ago and we met up in a group with friends. We had some drinks and he told me about how important family is to him etc and how he wanted to settle down and find someone.
We kissed that night and then we met again the following weekend with friends as well. We had sex but he couldn't stay hard because he had been drinking so we gave up. And after that we barely talked.
3 years later he hit me up again just as I got out of another relationship. We met up (my friend came with me again, because I'm too anxious to meet guys alone even though I know him). We ended up hooking up. He messaged me a few times the following couple of days but I tried to play it cool and not sound too interested. He told me he would bring his new puppy around to show me but he didn't, and then we stopped talking.
He is a bit of drinker and I've only gone out with him 3 times, and all times I've brought friends along. BTW they weren't dates... they were just hanging out etc, he never asked me our on dates.
I've messaged him to come see me this week and he said he will... but just to "hangout". Aka have sex
I just don't understand why he doesn't seem interested in me. We are both asian and he hasn't been in many relationships before. I'm not ugly, not fat but not stick thin too. But I think most guys find me really cute/ hot.
I've limited it down to: 1. He thinks I'm too much of a party girl and not wife or gf material but still wants to fuck. (I slept with him pretty quick, I used to go clubbing a lot and party etc and he knows)
- I'm not his type
- He's really insecure, can't talk to me unless he's drunk. Embarrassed because he couldn't get it up, and I've played it too cool and he thinks I'm not interested so he doesn't try
I know everyone will say he's just not into me but I just need to know why? I think I'm pretty attractive.
Please don't roast me reddit :(
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2023.06.08 11:13 philosophiesde Guest contribution of Dr. Bernd-Jürgen Stein as "Statement to the structural realistic considerations in physics"
2023.06.08 11:13 VineViridian I can't go back to all of my freeze defenses I've fought to stop. Now I feel even worse.
I just figured out why my mental health has gotten so much worse instead of better.
I've written extensively in reddit trauma subs about having a lifelong freeze/fawn trauma response, utilizing maladaptive daydreaming, being disassociated since childhood, and having disordered eating that I've mostly put into remission.
I even used to think for a time that there was another "entity" following me, as I'd perceive a disassociated part of myself hovering in space or across a room. When I realized that I'd spontaneously disassociate like that whenever I felt anxious, I focused on integrating myself.
That's only an extreme example of disassociation. I legit was in my 40s before I stopped oozing out of my body like that, but the learning disabilities and memory lapses have been life long. I'm only now tackling those in my late 50s!
My brain works better than it ever has, but holy fuck, I'm tired. I've had so much trauma, abandonment, cruelty, failure to launch, etc. built up over a lifetime, I've woke from a waking coma at nearly 60, and have to figure out how to "life" like a functioning adult.
....and I really understand why addicted people do not stop their drug and alcohol use. I work with an addict population, and I don't think its possible to understand why better than I do.
Alcohol killing your liver, but you keep drinking? Yup.
Lost a finger to skin popping, still doing coke and meth? Yup, yup, I fucking get it, damn.
The thing is, I can't go back to my addictions of behavior, other than my final ones that are still in my way: procrastination & executive function challenges. ADHD, or lifelong maladaptive defenses? I don't fucking know.
I do know that I have to change what I do, and how I think of myself.
Get out of low pay manual laboretail: Check.
Get competant & keep learning at current low pay professional position: Done.
Research career move job training for better pay: Procrastinating.
Think of self as competent in learning new skills: Yeah, got that.
Meet new people, don't show trauma history: sigh Learned the hard way, finally.
.....anyway, I am ripped clean of all of my lifetime of defenses. I am alone, I've tried support groups, I don't find them safe or supportive, I don't want to talk about this deeply vulnerable shit in them.
I've been treated pretty horribly by a past therapist, and I've realized that happens with therapists when they become annoyed with our trauma symptoms or lack of obvious improvement.
I feel reasonably safe showing my traumatized self exclusively on select reddit trauma subs.
I've learned the hard way that I can't talk to "friends." It's the fastest way to lose them. I'm not going to fuck up again with new acquaintances.
I'm learning that I don't want to talk about this to therapists. They cannot relate, and become judgmental eventually.
I've used mushrooms for medicine, but have not been able to integrate the experiences.
I'm thinking that if I continue to improve my life externally, while feeling this anguished and barren internally, I'm eventually going to do something epic level self destructive.
I wish I had a safe addiction to find comfort in other than dumping time into reddit. You're my lifeline, guys.
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2023.06.08 11:12 Infamous_Recover2233 Password question
Hey I had a question So I managed to transfer to a new store successfully and have been able to clock in for like a week. But whenever I try to use One Walmart or the work computer it says it doesn't recognize my password. When I talked to the People Lead she told me what my password is supposed to be but it doesn't work. My Team Leads and Coaches have no idea why.
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2023.06.08 11:12 Imjusthereforthemath My heart is breaking for my sister
The context of this is so long and complicated that I think it's better to be vague. I (25f) have a difficult relationship with my parents and I have been low contact for about six years. All three of us wish that things were different, but we are all struggling with different things from the past that have prevented us from repairing the relationship. On the whole, low contact has been REALLY good for me and I'm happier than I ever dreamed I could be.
Recently I had a heart-to-heart with my parents and left feeling hopeful, but about a day later we were already stuck in the same cycle. I know that progress isn't linear and that there will be setbacks, but this incident was pretty egregious. Their hearts are in the right place, but they can't follow through yet and I'm still regressing hard during these moments, so I decided that I still need to keep my distance. I am working on forgiving the deepest, oldest wounds in therapy, and maybe one day I'll be strong enough to show them the way out too.
My sister (29f) had a whole different set of issues with our parents, but her reaction to hard times is to want to be surrounded with family. A lot of her own problems with them seemed to kind of "disappear" all at once, and I don't know if she actually forgave them or just pushed it deep down. She and I are very close, but my strained relationship with our parents is a touchy subject.
We recently had a conversation about it that absolutely devastated me. I'm getting married soon and she is having trouble with the idea that I'm moving on. I guess she thought I would get over it in time and come back, and instead I'm building a new family and moving farther away. She sounded so much like younger me. Putting her own dreams on hold to take care of everyone else because she can't find a middle ground between having her own life and abandoning everyone. She won't allow herself to want anything other than everyone else being happy, which isn't possible most of the time. She understands that I have to protect myself, but also feels like she is losing her "only chance" at a family. I know that even if I could wave a magic wand and fix the dynamic between me and my parents overnight, it wouldn't solve my sister's problems. Our family being tight knit isn't what she needs, it's just what she wants. But she's been going through a terrible time lately and I can't blame her for wanting a healthy family to lean on. It sucks to have to look her in the eyes and tell her that I love her but I can't give her what she wants.
I've been lectured by a lot of family friends, neighbors, etc about this and many people think that I'm the one making things hard. I guess it looks that way because my parents want to reconcile now and it would be a lot easier for everyone if I was just able to accept their behavior as it is. But I've done a lot of work to heal myself and our relationship, and even though I still have a long way to go, they have barely even begun. I have been trying as hard as I can for years without success and I'm just tired. My "new" life is so much easier. I am not giving up but I really need a break. I'm finally at a place where the random family friends aren't able to guilt trip me, but I feel so awful for my sister. I know it's not my fault, but I really needed to get it off my chest
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2023.06.08 11:12 philosophiesde Zoomposium with Prof. Dr. med. Cornelius Borck: "A picture history of consciousness"
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For our series of Zoomposium interviews on the exciting results from science and research, we were able to get another very interesting interlocutor Prof. Dr. med. Cornelius Borck for an interview. The well-known German historian of science and philosopher of medicine, who researches and teaches at the Institute for History of Medicine and Science Research at the University of Lübeck, agreed to explain our questions regarding the "Image History of Consciousness" in more detail.
I had become aware of Professor Borck due to my internet research on the topic of "neurocentrism", since a special focus of his research lies on brain research between media technology and neurophilosophy, medical visualization strategies and generally the contemporary history of medicine. The great rise and success of imaging techniques (CT, MRI, PET, fRMT)in cognitive neuroscience since the early 1970s led to a veritable "flood of images" of information about the structure and functioning of the brain. The great resonance that "functional neuroimaging" had generated as a new paradigm of visualization has also spread to other scientific fields up to sociology in the form of "social neuroscience" (see Vul, Harris, Winkielman and Pashler: "Voodoo correlations in social neuroscience", 2008).
This great "power of images" and the accompanying change in scientific discourse were reason enough for us to get to the bottom of this phenomenon in the history of science in a conversation with Professor Borck. Therefore, here is the questionnaire for the interview.
More at: https://philosophies.de/index.php/2023/01/27/bilder-geschichte-des-bewusstseins/ There is an orange translation button "Translate>>" at the bottom left of my page. https://preview.redd.it/t8uhxpaigr4b1.jpg?width=600&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=12b9d069ebc00371612cf8fb1aa6c4f3e0a16893
2023.06.08 11:12 PocketFMofficial He refused to marry her, but 5 yrs later he was shocked when she returned as the richest woman in the country.
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https://preview.redd.it/n0inqd4k7r4b1.png?width=764&format=png&auto=webp&s=fec02630991a1959c028a6ea2f756ef2ac68a321 https://preview.redd.it/58jrjcydgr4b1.png?width=1920&format=png&auto=webp&s=9d7a1094acc28a5c8ca43e5215520350f6b47e11 Episode 1. I Don’t Want You To Be Happy
It was 10 p.m. and the moonlight was dazzling. Room 101, on the top floor of Hotel Waverick Seattle, was pitch black, and there was the faint sound of breathing.
Natalie Davidson opened her eyes, but the world before her was so muddled that she couldn't see clearly. Her body felt strange as if it had caught fire and she was burning alive. Someone seemed to be lying on top of her, pressing down, but no matter how much she struggled to push him away, he remained motionless.
Her mind was a mess and she couldn't think straight. She only vaguely remembered that the previous night she had welcomed her fiancé back from his travels abroad, and then because she was so happy and drunk, she had been brought to her stepsister's room to rest. She hadn’t expected to find this when she woke up.
"Who are yo–" Natalie's voice was cut off by a heavy gasp from the man, and his grip on her body got tighter and tighter. She didn't have the strength to push him away. "Let me go …"
She had never felt like this before. A wave of lust washed over her, and she could not help but respond to him. Her body was exceptionally hot and she frowned. Something wasn't right. The feeling of lust faded and she suddenly felt terrified, but she couldn't stop the man. As he pushed into her, she felt herself losing consciousness until finally she couldn't stay awake any longer and passed out.
Outside, the sky was dark. Around three in the morning, the cell phone on the bedside table vibrated violently. With a frown, the man woke up from his sleep. His gaze slid across the messy bedsheets and then over to Natalie, who was covered only by a thin blanket. His expression immediately darkened. He picked up the phone and slammed it down. The hostility in his eyes was clear. These people had actually dared to drug him. They must have gotten tired of living.
Steadily, he got up, threw back the covers, and went to take a shower in the bathroom. Afterward, without a trace of hesitation, he turned and left the room, as if the person on the bed was just an object he didn't need to pay attention to.
When Natalie woke up, it was morning.
The moment she opened her eyes, she felt pain. She had a splitting headache and her entire body was extremely sore as if it had been beaten. She sat motionless at the head of the bed. The events of the previous night flashed through her mind like a movie, making her tremble with despair. The man who had assaulted her was obviously not her fiancé, Nick. How could she have lost her virginity under such strange circumstances?
What should she do?
What on earth should she do?
She hurriedly picked up her clothes from the floor and put them on. She wanted to go home quickly and wash up; she couldn’t bear to stay in this room even a second longer. But the moment she opened the door, she saw Nick, who was standing outside with a shocked face, alongside her stepsister Sheryl and her father Tom, who both looked furious.
Natalie didn't know how to explain and barely got a grip on her thoughts before she was slapped in the face by her father. The mess in the room had not been cleaned up and the evidence of what had happened there was obvious.
"Look at what you’ve done! You’ve cheated on your fiancé, you’ve embarrassed me, you’ve embarrassed the whole family! How could I have raised a daughter like you?"
Nick gripped Tom’s hand tightly and frowned as he looked at her face. "Natalie, how could you do this?"
"No, no." She shook her head with all her might, trying to clasp his hand, afraid that he would leave. “I was drunk last night. I only came back to the room to rest.” She suddenly looked at Sheryl, who was standing in front of her with wide eyes. “You did this, didn’t you? You were the one who brought me back to the hotel last night, to this room. Why did you do this to me?"
When Sheryl heard this, she looked wrong. "I don't understand what you're saying. I did no such thing."
"You didn't?" Natalie growled as her anger reached its peak. "Then how did I end up in someone else's room? Why would that man–"
"Enough!" Nick interrupted her with a loud shout as if he didn't want to hear any more. "You want to blame someone else for what you've done?" He looked at her coldly. "I only left for six months and you're already this desperate. Did you really have to climb into someone else's bed?!"
Natalie hugged her arm in panic as tears rolled down her cheeks and dripped onto the carpet. She couldn’t believe Nick was saying these things. They had been together for three years and were about to get married.
"Nick," she said in a low voice, practically begging as she looked at the resolute man in front of her. "Please believe me …"
"Don't say any more, just listening to you disgusts me." With a look of pure disdain, he turned around and strode off down the corridor. "The engagement’s off. I don't want to see you again."
His words were like a sharp knife stabbing straight into her heart. Despair slowly spread through her and was on the verge of spilling out. It was so painful that she could no longer breathe.
She staggered after him, but her father grabbed her by the arm and shoved her to the floor.
“Natalie, you’re no longer part of this family. From this day on, you’re not my daughter!”
She was stunned. After they left, her head was in shambles; she didn't even know how she made it home, but by the time she did her belongings were already packed and left by the door. Tom had even booked a plane ticket for her, and he told her to pick up her stuff and leave the country immediately.
"Natalie, are you alright?"
She was in a daze as she lowered her head to pick up her things. Sheryl walked down the steps at a leisurely pace. When Natalie ignored her, she didn't get angry. Instead, she laughed. "Do you really want to know how you ended up in that room? Let me tell you. You were right, I put you there. I did it because I want to marry Nick and I can't stand the thought of you being happy with him."
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Natalie raised her head and bit her lip. She was so angry that she couldn't utter a single word. Her whole body was trembling with fury. She couldn't understand why Sheryl would ruin her life like this.
"Hmm” Sheryl smiled, “So what if you’re angry?" Sheryl played with her curly hair and sneered. "Nick doesn't believe you. Your father doesn't believe you either. You can go abroad and live on your own."
Natalie was furious. "Why are you doing this to me? Why are you running my life? Why"
She rushed forward hysterically and wrapped her hands around Sheryl’s neck, but Sheryl didn't resist. She only blinked pitifully at her. "Sister, don't hurt me … Last night really wasn't my fault … What are you doing?"
Hearing the commotion, Tom rushed out, looking so angry that the veins on his neck stood out. He raised his hand and pushed Natalie to the ground. "Are you crazy? Are you trying to kill your sister?"
Natalie fell to the ice-cold sidewalk, where she remained. Unable to bear the pain any longer, she was on the verge of tears. She thought of her mother and her childhood, but no matter how hard she wished, she could never return to that time.
Rosemary, her stepmother, came up behind her. When she saw the marks on her daughter's neck, she was so angry – just like her husband – that she raised her hand and slapped Natalie.
"You uneducated brat! You're just the same as your mother! You might as well die!"
The more she slapped, the harder each slap became. Tom stood beside her, but he only seemed to be concerned about Sheryl's injuries. As the attack went on, Natalie’s vision grew blurry from the blows, but all she could feel was the coldness in her heart as if all warmth had left it.
At that time, in his office at the Clair Group, Bryce was looking at his assistant with a malicious expression.
"What's going on?" His face was so gloomy that his gaze could bore holes through a person. "How is the investigation going?"
His assistant was sweating under his gaze, but he swallowed and told him the news. "It's Evan Wilson."
Bryce knew of Evan. A while ago, he had worked with the Clair Group on a project and had taken many kickbacks from it. Bryce didn't like his way of handling things, so he had sent his men to destroy the Wilson family. Right now, the Wilsons were on the verge of bankruptcy and collapse.
"Evan bribed the hotel's waiter and drugged you. He probably wanted to use this to …" The assistant's voice trailed off until he was no longer breathing.
The situation was clear now: Evan was behind all of this. Bryce had never thought that something would go wrong and that he would have to completely deviate from his original plan.
"I checked, Evan booked a room in the hotel last night." The assistant looked up at him hesitantly, then looked down again. "But you didn't use it …"
Bryce's expression suddenly changed and he asked in a low voice, "What do you mean?"
The assistant was confused. He could only look at his face and repeat hesitantly, "You didn't use the room yesterday."
If he didn't go into his room, then who was the woman who had been lying on his bed? In his mind, he saw broken images of her flushed cheeks and her body writhing beneath him, but what he remembered clearest were those cries of grief and heart-breaking pain. He suddenly remembered the crimson spots on the sheets that he had noticed before he left — the woman had been a virgin.
Bryce's brows knit together. He told his assistant in a deep voice, "Go check the identity of the woman who was in my room immediately."
He wanted to know where she had come from.
The assistant immediately hurried off to do as he had been told. But no matter how fast he moved, he wouldn’t be able to find any useful information. The hotel’s surveillance tapes had already been wiped by Sheryl. How could she possibly leave behind evidence that would show that she had set Natalie up? Naturally, she had had to cover her tracks. After doing this, she continued to pretend that she was innocent, and gloated as she watched Natalie get kicked out of her house in a sorry state.
Natalie didn't even stay a night before she was packed off and sent out of the country. She lugged her heavy luggage onto the plane. She had been exiled without knowing when she could return.
https://preview.redd.it/99j3kxnz7r4b1.png?width=764&format=png&auto=webp&s=82f5f97a0e8bb923c7744b51d704c2d9174a425c Episode 3. You’re My Daddy
Five years later, Natalie stood in the first-class lounge at Heathrow Airport, staring at the two tickets in her hands, unable to focus. She had been in England for five years and in all that time she hadn't made even one phone call to her family. Her father treated her like she was dead and as if he couldn't care less about it. If it wasn't for Sheryl and Nick’s engagement, he might not even have remembered she existed.
Her heart had no attachment to the place she had been separated from for years. All her feelings had been erased on the day she was thrown out. She didn't want to go back and see the people who had hurt her, but she couldn't stand listening to her father's threats on the phone. If she did not do what he said, he would not let her grandmother live peacefully, he could even hurt her. Her grandmother was the closest person in the world to her. She had wanted to bring her to England to spend the rest of her life there, but she couldn't sway the old lady from her desire to be in the country where her husband and daughter had lived. Natalie had no choice but to leave her where she was. If it wasn't for her grandmother, she probably wouldn't go back for the rest of her life, but she couldn't afford to lose her to her father’s anger.
Lost in her thoughts, she suddenly heard a lovely, gentle voice beside her. She looked down and saw a four-year-old boy lightly tugging at the corner of her jumper. He told her in a serious tone, "Stop daydreaming. The plane is about to take off."
Only then did she recover her wits. The anger in her eyes gradually softened as she smiled and picked up the child. "Alright then, let's go to the gate."
At the same time, on the other side of the first-class lounge, a tall man in a suit with two burly bodyguards standing behind him strode towards the gate with a cold expression.
Natalie had bought first-class tickets. In the past few years, she had suffered a lot from feeling rootless in a foreign country, and she had developed many issues. She had bad insomnia and headaches, and she was afraid of loud noises. The moment she got on the plane, she covered her eyes with a blanket to try to fall asleep, but first, she told Liam to be good and not run around.
Liam was her most precious treasure. He was very well behaved. He sat on his seat as he was told and played with the toy she had bought him, occasionally stealing glances at her.
Natalie put her head against the window. He soon noticed that she did not look well.
"Mommy." He leaned across and looked at her. Seeing that she was frowning, he asked worriedly, "Are you not feeling well?"
Natalie coughed twice due to an itch in her throat. With a hint of weakness in her voice, she answered, "I'm fine …" She looked at the child and forced a smile. "I'm just a little thirsty."
Without waiting for her to say anything, Liam jumped out of his seat and hurried off excitedly to get her some water. She didn't know who he took after. He was only four years old, but he was as sensible as a small adult, and he could even take care of her.
Liam came running back with a glass of water. As he reached their seats, he bumped into a man who had just stepped into the plane. The glass in his hand wobbled and the water spilled from it, wetting the man’s shoes and the legs of his pants.
Bryce lowered his head and looked at the water stains on his clothes. He frowned in displeasure. "What are you doing? Don't you know to watch where you're going?"
"I'm sorry." Liam held the cup and apologized repeatedly. But when he raised his head and looked at the man, he was immediately stunned, "I …"
Liam had once finally mustered the courage to ask his mother about his father. Natalie was taken aback and stood speechless for a moment before she randomly showed the young boy a picture of a handsome man and told him that this was him.
Looking at Bryce, Liam instantly somehow recalled the same picture, and realized that the two men resembled each other to almost a fault! Bryce was a well-built man, who possessed a muscular demeanor and suave gait. His pose and grace made the young boy quiver. The more he looked at Bryce, the more he felt that the man in front of him fit his image of his father from the picture. He stood quiet for two seconds, before hurling himself at Bryce’s long leg and then shouted, "Daddy!"
The two bodyguards behind Bryce were completely taken aback by the scene unfolding in front of them. They had been with Bryce for a long time, but this was the first time they’d seen someone act so affectionately with him, let alone someone so young.
Bryce's expression instantly turned ugly. He reached out his hand to push away the little arms that were wrapped around him and said coldly, "Don't randomly call people your father. I'm not your father."
He had known many women who had claimed to be pregnant with his child, but this was the first time he had ever seen such a clever and affectionate 'son'.
Liam stared at his face and answered with certainty, "You are my daddy. Why did you abandon me and Mommy?"
The more he spoke, the more wronged he felt. He pouted his small mouth and put on a pitiful expression. When the passengers beside them heard this, they immediately looked over in curiosity.
Natalie couldn’t sleep through the commotion. She opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the noise, only to find her son standing in the middle of the aisle, holding onto the leg of an unfamiliar man.
"Sorry, sorry." She quickly got up. Embarrassed, she reached out to take the child's hand. "He must have made a mistake. Liam, let go of him."
Her son had always been sensible and listened to her over anyone else, but today she didn't know what was going on. No matter how much she tried to persuade him, Liam continued to hold onto the leg of that strange man's pants. He bit his lips in frustration and refused to let go.
Bryce was a cold person, but when he looked at the child's pitiful expression, he felt a bit moved. He frowned and said to Natalie, "Why did you become a mother? If you couldn’t give him a complete family, it would have been better not to have him at all."
2023.06.08 11:11 kanghyunggu mites on rats or play-fighting scabs?
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i came home today and noticed that 2/3 of my boys have what i think are little scabs, everett (the bigger white one) has one black dot on his head that looks like dried blood and matteo (the smaller white one) has a small patch of scabs on his back. submitted by kanghyunggu to RATS [link] [comments]
i called my vet and explained that i cleaned their cage yesterday (and changed their bedding using the same packet that i’ve used since i got them) and didn’t notice anything last night, so it has only appeared today while i was out. the vet said that matteo’s scabs could be from him itching and to apply some de-worming ointment, but that i should keep an eye on it.
i’m not sure if it could have also been from them play-fighting, matteo is the runt so he is much smaller than my other two boys so they fight eachother rather than him, but it’s a possibility that he could have been caught up in a fight that was too violent for him. my other worry was that they could have picked up fleas from free-roaming but only everett and flynn (my other boy) really explore and i haven’t noticed anything on flynn.
matteo doesn’t explore like the others. i’ve actually been worried that he has anxiety or some sort of neurological problem because he is frequently very nervous and shakes/vibrates when he’s about to jump up to something, and he also lays his body on the ground when he walks instead of staying on his legs. i’ve been thinking about taking him to the vet for this.
anyway i’m just looking for some advice because i am a concerned rat mum :((( 🐀
2023.06.08 11:11 CreatureWarrior A used 200€ 64GB Quest 2 with a PC or a new 640€ PSVR2 with my PS5?
I already have a PS5 and a PC and I've been wanting to get into VR. But thanks to Finland's VAT, the PSVR2 is expensive as hell, even though you won't really find better headsets with matching featurea for under 1,000€. The OLED, eye tracking, haptics (can't describe how big of a deal haptics are for immersion), foveated rendering, PS5's optimization, the resolution and the list goes on. The PSVR2 is really good and I've tried both and the Quest 2 doesn't come even close, anywhere.
But.. I do have a 6700XT/5600 PC and that's only going to get better with upgrades unlike my PS5. Also, mods, Quest 2 having the option to work wireless, bigger game library, built in speakers, hand tracking and again, the list goes on. I also know that my friend has taken care of it, but also.. it's the 64GB version that isn't even being made anymore.
My current plan: buy the Quest 2, buy the PSVR2 when it becomes more affordable and then sell the Quest 2 if I feel like it. But I'm still a bit hesitant about this and would like to hear your thoughts.
It is also a bit weird to post here since I know that most of you are PC users and I've witnessed the "console bad, just buy an Index and upgrade your PC" attitude over and over again. But I figured that you guys might still be a little less biased than psvr
due to very obvious reasons.
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2023.06.08 11:11 GoingCrazy0515 Global Fire Fighting Fire Truck Market Size, Growth Rate, Industry Opportunities 2023-2029
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2023.06.08 11:10 philosophiesde The new speechlessness - media communication
The #new #speechlessness - #media #communication Abstract: FYI (for your information)
The acronym "FYI" in the title is representative of a number of linguistic changes that I have come across in the course of my recent "field studies" on media theory. One result of the previous trilogy on "media theory" may well be the discovery of a "new speechlessness" in the form of acronyms and emojis, for example. The initial thesis of the "new speechlessness" occurs, in my opinion, especially with regard to the new forms of communication within the "IVL" (in virtual life) of digital media, such as messenger services, but also in social interactions "IRL" (in real life) in the deprivative "F2F" (face-to-face) forms of communication and this is not only due to the *C* topic, but was already "virulent" before.
More at: https://philosophies.de/index.php/2022/04/17/die-neue-sprachlosigkeit/ There is an orange translation button "Translate>>" at the bottom left. https://preview.redd.it/i3pm7tn7gr4b1.jpg?width=1920&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=aa4b510a00f44738b355caeff4778e05f27e0792
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