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Today I have a Deco M9 setup with 5 APs in an old brick and mortar English house. House is not massive, like 120sqm but the design narrow and long and internal walls forced me to ended with the current setup.
On ground and first floor, I have essentially an AP on each side (hence 4 in total), plus 1 AP in the loft upstairs. I could not put AP in a better positions because of power outlet and space.
Ok, it works... no problem. However, I was looking for a change or an upgrade which would give me more control over the network, allowing the creation of different SID and/or VLAN. Deco is definitely not the solution.
I am looking at Ubiquiti or Aruba, but can't really understand whether they could have a mesh a product that does not require me to setup any ethernet backbone (which is impossible here).

It was raining when she came. Dark skies had threatened a downpour all day, claps of thunder intermittent but the rain itself had held off until nightfall, until after we had gotten home, tucked into pj's and sheltered from the storm. Hearing the door chime didn't surprise me, but it should have. My home is not central to anything. You need to travel dirt tracks and winding roads. Unless you know where you're going, I'm very hard to find. I wasn't expecting anyone, but still I rose from where I'd been sitting on the couch, trying to unwind after a long day. I wasn't psychic or anything, but I had a peculiar feeling all day that something wasn't right and hearing the knocking had cemented that for me. She was dressed in a green sundress, sandals, a very strange sight considering the weather. And as the wind and rain danced violently around her, whipping her long, wet, dark hair around in every which direction, she simply looked possessed, like a crazy person. But still, I didn't flinch. Instead I opened the door, taking a step back to allow her inside. She glared at me as she stepped inside, dripping water onto the wooden floorboards, and making squelching noises with every step she took. "I'm not here to play games, Thomas. Where is he? Where is my son?" For a moment, I'd had hope. Despite how she had arrived, despite the look in her eyes. I took a long breath, trying to compose myself, to keep my voice from breaking as I told her the news she had never been able to accept. "Ava, your son's gone, he's in heaven now. You.. You killed him." The rage in her eyes broke me, sending shivers down my neck. She screamed like a wild animal caught in a trap, running to find the first thing she could grab hold of - my glass coffee table - and lift it and throw it as hard, and as far as she could against the wall. We were silent, breathless, as we listened to the glass shatter into a million pieces. I'd never been close to my sister. She had been born years after me, after my mother had passed away and dad remarried, I was 15 when Ava came into the world. I remember holding her awkwardly, feeling something between love and contempt for this scrunched up, pink skinned and blue eyed little human. I was moved out, living my own life by the time she learnt to ride a bike, by the time she started school. I saw them occasionally, holidays like Christmas and we would make awkward conversation over the phone on birthdays, but as time passed it was like they all were strangers to me, we had nothing in common, my dad and my step mum were busy with teenager Ava, and I was busy trying to start a family of my own. Life just got busy, I guess. When I got the phone call saying dad and my step mum had been killed in a car crash, I was devastated. I kicked myself for not spending more time with them, and then my thoughts went to my sister, to Ava, 16 years old and now, all alone. I got on the phone and told her I was on my way to her, ready to help my little sister in any way I could. I realised I was about to become a guardian of a teenage girl who I basically knew nothing about, a teenage girl who was grieving the death of the only family she had ever known. I needn't have been so rush in my decision to jump in the car, by the time I arrived it was clear that Ava was basically fine. It had been less than 24 hours since her parents death, but she was sipping on a daiquiri by the pool when I arrived. I cried to her and she held my hand in cold disdain. I never saw a tear. It was only a mere few weeks later that I got another call, this time from a worried neighbor. The police tape cautioned off the childhood house I grew up in, a dozen or so officers roamed the yard and trailed in and out of the house, bringing out bags marked as 'Evidence'. I wasn't sure what was going on. I knew dad and my step mum had been killed in a car accident, I wasn't sure if it was protocol to search the home of a deceased accident victim, I had no idea. So when I eventually saw little Ava sat in the back of one of the patrol cars, my heart dropped into my stomach. I went over to the car to talk to her. To ask her what the heck was going on, but before I can get a word out, a beefy officer is standing between me and the car, his arm outstretched in a stop signal. "Sorry, I just wanted to talk to my sister. This is my parents house and -" The cop looked incredulous, shaking his head slowly then quicker with every word I spoke. He didn't respond to me in anyway once I finished talking, just started me in the eyes as he took his walkie talkie off his belt, and spoke into it. He asked for his boss, Stat. I'm lead into a cop car myself. Although I'm not arrested, or cuffed, I still feel anxious getting inside. I wonder how scared Ava must be, and the thought makes me mad. Why the hell are they interviewing us in the back of a damn cop car? I fired my question at the Sargent and the cop in the front seat, and watched as they passed a look between themselves. "I'm sorry no one's explained the situation to you, sir. Your sister isn't being interviewed. She has been arrested, and once the boys have finished up with the evidece bags, she'll be heading down to lock up. She is being charger with murder, so if you have a lawyer, how will probably be the time to get in contact." "Mm-murder? What are you talking about? I was told my parents had been killed in a car accident and now you're telling me my little sister had something to do with their death?" "Sorry, sir. I should have been more clear. You're correct, your father and his wife were killed in a motor vichele aciident. This is relating to something... Ah, someone else, entirely. Now I need to ask you a few questions while we've got you here, if we aren't done by the time the others are ready to leave, we can continue this down at the station. That okay?" I nod numbly, not taking in what they're saying. The first question he asks me, is if I knew my 16 year old sister had been pregnant. I look out the window and catch Ava's eye. She smiles and waves at me, and even though I feel sick to the stomach, I plaster on a fake smile and wave back, as well. Now, in this moment, I make Ava tea. She has showered, now warm and dressed in one of my old dressing towns. She cries as she sips the tea, saying she's sorry she's sorry she's sorry. She didn't do it. She didn't do it. She didn't do it. I give her a look of comfort and tell her it's okay, it's all going to be okay. She eats the lemon biscuit I brought out with the tea, between mouthfulls she tells me about living in the psychiatric ward, about how the people there scared her and the medicine she took made her feel sleepy and dull. She asks me if she can stay here for a while, and I tell her of course she can. She's my little sister and I love her, no matter what. I tuck her into the spare bed, telling her things we be better in the morning, but she's already snoring by the time I finish my sentance. I close the door, sliding the lock behind me. As I prepare the evenings snack, I am feeling relived. I knew Ava wouldn't be having a great time in that place, but whenever I called up to see how she was going, she would only ever say things were fine, opting to always end our conversation before the allocated time was up. I could hear the sadness in her voice, the desperation to get out, and it broke me. I would offer to come visit, bring her anything she felt like but she said with the contraband ban, there was no point. She never felt like having a visitor, refusing my requests and when I asked the nurses about it, they told me she spent most of her time staring off into space, they couldn't force her to accept visits, and that was that. She would be out when she turned 23, after serving the 7 year sentence for the manslaughter of her newborn. Everyone said she was lucky to not get jail, but after hearing her voice in the psychiatric ward, I wasn't so sure I agreed. Now she's here, out of that awful place. I'm going to really take care of her, something I should have done all those years ago. I'm her big brother after all, and it's up to me to make sure she's looked after. I go down stairs, this time carefully carrying a tray, with warm milk and few of the infamous lemon biscuits. Karl is sitting up cross legged in his race car bed, concentration vivid on his little face as he plays a game on his Xbox. A moment later he let's out a little whoop, and I can't help but to smile at his excitement. "Kicking everyone's butts still, I see." Karl laughs at my comment, blushing but pleased. I can tell he's chuffed, and it makes me happy seeing his genuine joy. I place the tray on his desk, and sit next to him to watch him play for a while. He offers me the controller and asks if I want to have a turn? I shake my head, and thank him, telling him its time for this old man to be getting to bed. He grins at me when I call myself an old man, and shakes his head laughing as he calls me silly. "Milk and biscuits here when you're ready. Remember, lights out in an hour. I love you, son." "Okay, thanks dad. I love you, too." As I walk out of his room, I ponder for a moment, wondering and hoping it wasnt, if it was possible he had heard any of that commotion upstairs, but eyes still glued to the screen, Karl seemed as happy as ever and basically impervious to anything apart from the car racing game he was playing. It was me who'd asked her to babysit. Begged her, really. Told her how much Jennie and I had been fighting, how hard the baby was on our relationship. She said she really wanted to help her big brother out and she even said it would be a welcome distraction from the finals she was studying for. No mention of the parents she had recently lost. She told me she felt a bit nervous about it all, but she felt it would be good for her, as well. I agreed. We organised a time for an evening a night away, and that was that, my plan was in motion. Done all over HiddentextApp of course, so there was no trace of our conversation. It was all the rage with the kids these days, according to Google, so when I suggested it to my sister, she hadn't batted an eyelid. I knew she had been having trouble sleeping, and honestly, for the both of us, it seemed like the easiest way. There would be no one to blame, it would be a simple, cruel act of nature that no one would even consider questioning. She could of said it was an accident, and everyone would have believed her. I didn't think she would do what she did. I asked her if she was still okay to babysit, feigning guilt and worry, and she had nodded. Our fathers and her mother's death had not seemed to greatly affect her. She seemed bored of talk of them. "A distraction would be great." I thanked her with a close, tight hug, and told her I'd brewed her some green tea and made a batch of an old recipe my mum used to make me while I was growing up, lemon biscuits. Once Ava was settled on my couch, Netflix on the tv, with her snacks and mug of green tea. She had baby monitor on hand so she was ready to hear the cries that would never come. I expected silence when I got home. I expected Ava, sleeping peacefully, still on the couch where she had first sat down. But she wasn't. And the house was not silent, instead the sound of an electric saw penetrated the halls. Maybe the shock of losing both parents, perhaps she felt bad for the fact they were out on the roads that night, they would have been safely tucked up in their bed if it had not been for their teenage daughter needing to be picked up. I don't know, seeing the baby like that.. Well, I guess that honestly would've broken anyone's soul. At the start, I tried to explain to her, calmly and using soft voices, but she was beyond contemplating my words. It was as if what I was saying to her, she just simply could not comprehend. I tried to stop her, honestly I did, but she was a force that could not be reckoned with and truly, Ava had basically already finished when I arrived home. The walls were painted red. My hacksaw now lay disgauardrd to one side of Ava, who was just as red as the walls. I didn't notice the noise had ceased. All I could hear was the hammering of my own heart in my chest. She cradled something white and rubbery to her chest, blood making it slippery to keep hold of, and once I realised what it was, I'm throwing up and crying and screaming as well. When I catch my breath I ask what the fuck she has done and she tells me it's her son, her son, her son. She loves him. She loves him to pieces and she's never going to leave him. She was fixing him. Fixing him. Fixing him. She laughs and smiles. I take her home, with what's left of the baby wrapped up in a towel. She holds the towel as we drive, singing to it, cooing. The scene is stuck in my memory, a picture I have tried hard to forget, but it greets me every time I close my eyes. I sit in the car and watch as she cradles the bundle in one arm, still singing softly to it, and let's her self inside my empty, parentless childhood home. Now she is back, and this time she is a threat to my family. To my son, who can never ever know what this woman has done. She's still sleeping when I go back into the spare bedroom. I am not surprised, because I did give her enough sleeping pills in her green tea to knock out a grown man. But, I had no choice really. If only she stayed away..I sigh to myself as I place the pillow over the top of her head. She could have started her life all over again. But no, she couldn't. As a good big brother, it was my responsibility to help her, in whatever way that meant. I knew she would never accept that her son was dead or that she had been the one to kill and dismember him. I knew her life would be a constant battle of heart break and pain. I was doing her a favor. And keeping my family safe, as well. It's almost daylight when I return home. I am straight into the shower, dressing quickly for my day before I head into the kitchen and get started on Karl's favorite breakfast - banana pancakes with maple bacon on the side. He beams as I pass him his plate and thanks me for being the best daddy in the whole world. It's always the moments like this that I feel a pang of guilt. I wonder if his brother would have the same opinion, had he still been around. In my mind I picture the two of them, identical twins, sat side by side with me at the table. Would Rory had liked maple bacon? I ruffle Karl's hair as he finishes eating, telling him he better get a move on if he doesnt want to miss his bus again, and he laughs and goes to get dressed for school. Before he left, he flashed me a grin and crinkled his green eyes with happiness. I think of last night, of Ava, those same green eyes staring up at me in panic when she woke up, managing to push the pillow off her. She glared at me, opening her mouth to scream, or maybe ask me why, but I placed the pillow back in place and leaned down before she could speak. Her eyes were open when I eventually took the pillow off again, this time the green eyes were bloodshot and vacant,staring at nothing. The exact same eyes I had seen on Rory when I walked into the twins bedroom to check on him. He was blue, his eyes that blazed green were open, unblinking. I stared at him for a long time, until Karl's crys woke me up, brought me back to reality. I took Karl down for his bottle, placing a blanket on his brother, who was cold to the touch. I knew it was too late. I knew it didn't matter anymore. But to me, it would always matter. I was a good dad, really I was. I had wanted to be a dad for so long, that when I heard my baby sister was pregnant at 15 years old, I felt sick with anger and disappointed. But my dad and step mum had pleaded for me to take the babies, to raise them. Ava didn't want them, she wanted to get rid of them, but it was too late in the pregnancy. They told me Ava had her whole life ahead of her. They told me I could have what I had always wanted, to be a dad. We didn't have to tell anyone. It would be a family secret. Just better for everyone that way, my dad had said. So I agreed. I had never wanted to hurt Ava. I had given her sleeping pills so she wouldn't go searching for her son. So she could simply fall asleep, and I'd come home later that evening, and together we would discover the absolute heart breaking news that baby Rory had passed away in his sleep. Which is what had happened, just a few hours before. She had questioned why their would only be one baby to look after, but when I explained that Karl had been a bit under the weather and we wanted to keep a close eye on him, she didn't give it another thought. She never even asked why Jennie wasn't around, given we were supposedly heading off for a mini getaway sans one child. I hadn't told anyone we'd separated, after she decided having kids just wasn't for her. I felt guilty, but not too guilty. Ava had given the babies away without another thought, not even bothering to check in on them or ask how they were growing. I didn't think it would truly affect her so much. And so.. Badly. But in a fucked up way, it all worked out in the end, I guess. Karl was safe then, because the girl that was his mother had truly lost her mind and she was kept away in a place she couldn't reach him, even thought it seemed as if she had completely forgotten of his existence, I always had the idea in my head that she would one day remember there had been two bright green eyed boys, not just the one. And what if she wanted her other son back, as well? I've kept him safe, unlike I was able to do for his brother. And I wasn't about to start letting someone mess with the sweet natured and gentle boy I'd raised. I saw things in Ava that made me realise I had never known her, only knew what I thought she was, what I wanted to her to be, the sweet, sweet little sister. Instead, my sibling had been a devil in disguise. As we leave the house, ready to make our trekk to the school bus stop, I glance at the window at the fresh mound of dirt thats waiting to be spread when I get back. Karl notices it, and asks if he can plant some roses there when he gets home. I tell him that's a wonderful idea, wondering if and how he could possibly know that flowers were Ava's favorite flower. I shake the idea from my head, and together we walk down the dirt roads, hand in hand.

Once started, SIP can’t be changed.

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I live in a house with a female american pit (I think that's the breed, also really hope it isn't pit instinct don't attack me I have yet to see her genuinely attack a person) and a male cairn terrier (was actually a dog that escaped a bad home, which I hope is why he's so provoked by her). What happens is she gets in his face, but she's not growling or anything just in his face. But this upsets the terrier immensely, so he barks and then it's just downhill from there. I want to put a stop to this, it happens frequently. just wanted to find a place to ask for help, this seemed like an ok starting place.

This is basically just a rant/vent while I've been crying and feeling really overwhelmed.
My boyfriend was invited to a party with his friends, with a total of about 40 people going. He wanted to bring me as well, but with a bunch of overthinking thoughts and past experiences, I'm too scared. I lied to my bf and told him everything was fine and I just felt too tired to go, when in reality I'm scared. Now he's gone and I'm having a full breakdown.
They'll all be drinking, smoking weed and just talking for 6 hours. I don't understand what the point of that is. All those people talking at once. I don't know a single one of them either.
He told me I could just talk to them, tell them about what I do for a living. But I don't do anything. I got rejected from the past 3 jobs I applied to for being autistic and I suffer from chronic migraines so I really can't do anything. Some of them have their own house now and everything. They'll think I'm a loser.
People around my age (I'm 21) tend to judge me the hardest and I find them the hardest to get along with. I mean seriously, what are his very extroverted friends going to think of me who doesn't know how to start a conversation, is going to be clinging to my boyfriend, is going to have my headphones on all the time because they'll be playing loud music and I'll be tired by 8:30pm and want to go to bed. They'll think I'm weird and loser. I'm also worried they'll think less of him.
A lot of it is me putting myself down and overthinking, I know, but I'm sick of feeling like a freak, scared of being judged. It's hard to feel proud of autism when I'm faced with going to stuff like parties and having to actually meet new people, because I just feel like an anxious, socially inept, alien like freak.

Demographics

• Gender: Male
• Race/Ethnicity: Indian
• Residence: India
• Income Bracket: Full-pay
• Type of School: Private, semi-feeder
• Hooks (Recruited Athlete, URM, First-Gen, Geographic, Legacy, etc.): Sibling legacy at UChicago

Intended Major(s): Economics/Finance
Grades: ICSE/ISC Board in India
9th - 92% 10th - 98% (ICSE Boards) 11th - 89% 12% - 90%
SAT - 1580 (One sitting, 780 EBRW 800 MATH)
APs: Micro - 5, CSA - 5, Physics Mech - 4, doing Calc BC and Macro in senior year
Awards:

1. Gold Medal, International Economics Olympiad 2022, China. Part of India's national team that was selected from 5,000+ students after 3 rounds of tests and interviews.
2. Featured on the Wharton website as the winner of one of their competitions (redacted to prevent doxxing)
3. Featured in major Indian newspapers, with 3M+ and 2M+ daily readers
4. Havard Business School x (Redacted) Institute Case Competition organized by (Redacted) Institute from HBS. Won Best Delegate, with a cash prize and networking sessions with HBS grads, Citi, and other corporates
5. Team Leader, Tiger Global Case Competition - placed 1st in a region, out of 1150+ teams from 74 countries

Extracurriculars:

1. Founder, CEO of a leading Indian (product redacted) dropshipping start-up. INR 250k in MRP sales in 3 months. Reached 40 countries, 55k+ visitors. Featured in multiple national newspapers. Received 300+ internship applications from IIT students and major CS colleges. Also featured on a v prestigious podcast, name redacted cuz it’s easy to doxx
2. Co-founder (1 of 2) at a consulting firm that helps non-profits and small businesses go digital. Helped 11 clients from 2 countries with USD 550,000 in combined revenues.
3. Founder of a global platform for teenagers to learn about the stock market (weekly newsletters, articles, podcasts, etc.). Reached ~6k individuals. Podcast has 13 episodes till now, 200+ listens.
4. Founder, President at my school's investment and finance society. Started this in junior year. Guest speakers, international competitions, finance newsletters (I'm Editor in chief), etc. Competed in the Wharton Global High School Investment Challenge as Team Leader, placed Top 10/2000+ teams worldwide on the profit leaderboard.
5. Econ policy research on migrant workers in India, published in a reputed journal w/ IF of 7+. Presented the paper at The University of Delhi. Also a Research assistant at Thiel College, with the Head of the Business and Accounting Dept there, who's a PhD.
6. Institutional Trading Intern at a 100-year-old prestigious trading firm. Wrote reports reviewed by institutional traders making trades of 10cr+ (USD 1m+). Also a Private Equity intern at an Indian firm.
7. Director of a committee at my school's MUN, the oldest and largest MUN in India. Member of school MUN Club since 8th grade. 2x Assistant Director, 1 Best del, 2 Oustanding dels, 3 hon mentions, all national and international MUNs.
8. President of school's Nature Club + House Captain of one of the 4 school houses. ClimateScience Olympiad semi-finalist (top 1% out of 10,000 people)
9. Currency collector and enthusiast, collected 40+ types of notes & coins
10. Prefect of student body + Debates Captain.

LORs:
#1. Counselor rec - written by school principal, extremely good relationship w/ her, apparently gave one of the best LORs in the grade - 8/10
#2. Econ teacher - best in years type, extremely good relationship w/ her - 9/10
#3. Math/Physics teacher - great, fun relationship and he knows me really well personally - 7/10
#4. Private Equity firm Managing Director - He was a Wharton alum and wrote quite an amazing LOR from what he told me - 8/10
#5. Managing Editor of the Wharton Global Youth Program - they had invited me for the podcast, and also reccommended me to Wharton (only submitted this to Wharton)
#6. Peer Recommendation - Submitted since Dartmouth wanted it, was pretty good since my best friend wrote it - 8/10
Interviews:
Had Penn, Stanford, Yale, Princeton, Columbia, all went well
Essays:
Common App - chose an extremely unique challenge, tied it to my main EC as well. everyone who read it loved it, including counselor, friends, seniors, college students, etc.
UChicago - wrote some of my best essays here. Quirky essay revolved around a previous prompt that i edited a bit, and managed to connect a v niche thing to my ancestral heritage and culture. Why UChicago was also filled with unique experiences cuz of my sister.
Wharton - amazing essays according to all who read them, included a lot of specific stuff and stories as well.
Essays for the rest were also decent I’d say, not something that’d make me an auto admit definitely, but pretty good i guess.
Decisions:
Acceptances:

• USC (EA) w/ Presidential Scholarship (half-tuition)
• Northwestern University (RD)
• NYU Stern (RD)
• UCSD

Waitlists:

• UCLA
• Dartmouth University (RD)
• Columbia University (RD)

Rejections:

• UChicago EA → RD deferred, then rejected.
• Harvard RD
• Yale RD
• Princeton RD
• UPenn Wharton RD
• Stanford RD
• Duke RD
• UC Berkeley

Thoughts:
#1 - It didn't all work out the way I'd have wanted. NYU Stern is fucking great, I def know that, but can't help but feel a bit saddened by all the rejections, especially Wharton, given the amount of Wharton-specific stuff on my profile, as well as the LORs from Wharton-affiliated people, and the fact that my best essays were for them.
#2 - Another thing that could've affected me was that there were also some issues with my school since there was some drama regarding an applicant faking their resume, and that resulted in the school getting only 2 ivy acceptances in RD, while we have historically gotten more than 10 every year. We also got no acceptances from Duke, Stanford, or UChicago, despite historically getting at least 3-4, and having really great applicants this year.
#3 - Nevertheless, for all you internationals out there - there's a lot of luck involved in this process, especially if you're an applicant from an extremely competitive country like India or China. So definitely ensure that you've got good backups somewhere. I went all out for the USA, applying only to super-reaches because I knew that I had a good backup in India in case nothing worked out.
Keep looking out for opportunities for all types of extracurriculars, since they're a really important part of your application, and definitely ensure that your essays don't look refined or artificial, they should be something that makes the AO feel a personal connection with you.
#4 - Most importantly, don't let college decisions ever define you or what you'll achieve in life. If y'all have any questions whatsoever, feel free to DM, I'll be down to help out. Good luck to my juniors, wish y'all the best!

So a little backstory. Last year I (f, 27) met a guy (m, 29) I really like and we quickly got into a relationship. He told me that he was starting a business with a family friend who was an older woman in her 50s. Initially I thought nothing of this as he told me they were just friends/business partners. He had some trouble with his housing situation and was going to move in with her (he had a set of keys to her house and was staying there before she fully moved in) until she ghosted him. A few months later I found out that he had lied to me about their relationship and she was actually his sugar mama and he had slept with her a couple times before we got together. I know, super messy. He told me he never cheated on me with her and that they never slept together while we were dating, but I can’t get passed the fact that he was moving in with her while lying to me about the context of their relationship. We broke up for a while and started talking again, but I’ve told him Im still really hurt and can’t get over the fact that he lied. This has made him seriously angry and lash out at me telling me that I need to forgive him or else he wants nothing to do with me. It’s only been a few months since we broke up and since I found out. I can’t tell if I’m being gaslit or if I genuinely am in the wrong for not being forgiving. AITA for not forgiving him? (Please be kind, I know this situation is messy and I’m not always the smartest person 🤦‍♀️)

24(m) recently just had my birthday—celebrated it in jury duty. (Life is silly) These past few years have been horrible. In 2019 I started a reselling side-hustle to keep up with tuition payments, purchasing Nikes and Yeezys with credit cards and reselling them for profit. It was hard for me to work a physical labor job because I injured my back in 2018 and herniated a disc that still affects me today. Reselling was good money that covered tuition until it didn’t which was in 2021 during Covid when sales slowly declined because everyone was getting into reselling and it became harder and more expensive to maintain the business. I switched over to NFTs and enjoyed doing that because it was art and new tech that interested me. I told myself that if I wasn’t accepted into an internship in my degree field that summer then I would go heavy into NFTs and if that didn’t go well I would do unspeakable things because I recorded an unspeakable voice memo that same year. Of course I failed all my internship interviews and full risked-on NFTs, I had debt from tuition and nothing to lose so I threw myself into it. Fast forward to peak bull market my portfolio of NFTs is worth 400k, did I sell? No. Big mistake, after May 2022 everything started declining and I held thinking everything would go back up again but I didn’t understand the severity of the economy and after paying off debts and tuition (60k) my portfolio is now worth 50k. I graduated with a bachelors degree almost 2 years ago and am currently paying for a masters but that’s only because I’m still unemployed and can’t find a job and hang on to this invisible hope that I’ll actually find a job in my field which I probably won’t because I don’t have any internship experience and that’s my fault because I focused too much on maintaining a business to do anything. Recently my gf of 7 years also left me and I don’t blame her because I’ve been an utter failure for the longest. To put matters even worst I recently tried to file my taxes and talked with an accountant who literally laughed in my face because a transaction on NFTs is a taxable event even though it’s not converted into US dollars so now I have to pay 40k in taxes that I don’t even have. I’m still in NFTs because that’s the only field that’s accepted my work and given me a chance. But I realized I’ve lost all my confidence and it’ll feels like it’ll take years to bring it back. Life just hasn’t been going my way and I don’t think it ever will but I know that mindset will keep me at the bottom. I understand it’s my fault you don’t have to remind me that I’ve lived the wrong way, my accountant already did that for me, my friends who laugh at crypto did that for me, I’ve been the butt of the joke for years. And now it’s just affected me mentally where I’d have hours of doom and gloom and hours of believing I’ll be okay and that everything is okay, I just have strange outbursts like I have now right now and I just wanted to get this off my chest because its almost 4am and I wouldn’t be able to sleep if I kept this inside.

This is basically just a rant/vent while I've been crying and feeling really overwhelmed.
My boyfriend was invited to a party with his friends, with a total of about 40 people going. He wanted to bring me as well, but with a bunch of overthinking thoughts and past experiences, I'm too scared. I lied to my bf and told him everything was fine and I just felt too tired to go, when in reality I'm scared. Now he's gone and I'm having a full breakdown.
They'll all be drinking, smoking weed and just talking for 6 hours. I don't understand what the point of that is. All those people talking at once. I don't know a single one of them either.
He told me I could just talk to them, tell them about what I do for a living. But I don't do anything. I got rejected from the past 3 jobs I applied to for being autistic and I suffer from chronic migraines so I really can't do anything. Some of them have their own house now and everything. They'll think I'm a loser.
People around my age (I'm 21) tend to judge me the hardest and I find them the hardest to get along with. I mean seriously, what are his very extroverted friends going to think of me who doesn't know how to start a conversation, is going to be clinging to my boyfriend, is going to have my headphones on all the time because they'll be playing loud music and I'll be tired by 8:30pm and want to go to bed. They'll think I'm weird and loser. I'm also worried they'll think less of him.
A lot of it is me putting myself down and overthinking, I know, but I'm sick of feeling like a freak, scared of being judged. It's hard to feel proud of autism when I'm faced with going to stuff like parties and having to actually meet new people, because I just feel like an anxious, socially inept, alien like freak.

Hey everyone,
I'm looking to capture some of Burnley's iconic rows of terraced houses in my shots. I was wondering if anyone here could suggest some good locations to take pictures of these rows from slightly above like the Straight Mile?
I've seen some amazing shots online, but I'm not familiar with the area and don't know where to start. Are there any specific streets or neighborhoods that are particularly photogenic? Or any viewpoints that offer a great vantage point for capturing these rows from above?
I appreciate any suggestions you guys have. Thanks in advance!

I live in Christchurch, recently sold our property in Linwood. We've turned a decent profit, and will end up with $250k~ ish cash after we pay off our 470k mortgage.
Problem, we have my single $100kish income, wife is a stay at home parent and we have two kids. We're not going to get approved for a new mortgage of the same value and the only way to transfer is if settlement of the sold and purchased property is on the same day according to my bank (less than 3 weeks from now).
Do I a) try and find a new house to purchase and hope that the stars align and that it works out. Lack of time to do due diligence worries me about this.
B) rent for a bit and hope we can find something... Ok? At some point soon, knowing that on a single income our mortgage options are going to be bad. My wife will likely go back to work in a year or so, at least part time.
C) purchase some bare land somewhere we'd like to end up in a few years with the intention of either paying it all in cash or with a small mortgage. We can keep saving and hopefully get a mortgage that will allow us to build in the future (either for ourselves or to sell on for a profit) + possibility of capital gains.
Feels like a very limited amount of time to make some big life decisions very quickly! But we took a risk and it didn't pay off, so I guess it is what it is.

Whether it's a frivolous purchase that made you exponentially happy or a practical one that improved your quality of life, what was the item?
I'm moving into a bigger space soon and need to look out for good things in the sales, and want to buy quality items that will last.

21m, had full body eczema my whole life. My eczema is pretty much everywhere. The few places that aren’t affected are the bottom of my feet, palms of my hands and my private areas. Even then I’ve started to get occasional dry skin on my armpits and around my ‘thing’.
GP’s have pretty much given me steroid cream after steroid cream and the same advice since I was a kid. I remember being maybe 8 years old saying ‘give me the cream with a lion picture bc that gets rid of it’ (fucibet or fucidin used to have this little lion picture on the tube). The same advice every time of ‘put more moisturiser on’ just got ridiculous. Hydromol ointment 7 times a day just isn’t practical to go about any part of the day constantly dripping. Once upon a time aveeno would keep my skin moist all day but it seems the moisturisers and steroid creams are exactly like painting over a crack in a wall. The problem gets hidden until it gets worse and you need a thicker paint. I’ve been given betnovate ointment on repeat prescription since I was in high school.
Around a year on ciclosporine was similar, it eventually stopped working. Started around July 2021 just after the worst flare ups. Most recently had 4 months on dupixent and the same thing. Started December 2022. This made my hair fall out after 2 months or so of using it and my vision blurry and constant stinging eyes after 3 months. Dermatology now want me on rinvoq which I’m not optimistic about. I’ll likely end up being good for a couple months and then add more problems to my list of issues. Nothing seems to work.
I’ve been depressed. Suicidal thoughts daily for months at a time but could never really attempt it. Only the thoughts of how my mum would feel and the best line my elder brother ever gave me stopped me from actually doing anything. ‘If you kill yourself it’s just a 1st class ticket to hell’ - I’m a Muslim and suicide is a major sin.
Now, I’m not suicidal. But there’s a sort of emptiness and hopelessness. A mindset of ‘these are the cards I’ve been dealt and there’s nothing I can do about it’. I’m getting used to constantly having this depression in my mind and having no confidence. Pushing 3 months now where almost every time I leave my bedroom I put a hood up or hat on. For around 2 years now I haven’t even bothered trying to talk or get close to a new girl. Why would I when I don’t have any confidence in how I look and don’t even look like my pictures anymore. Nobody wants somebody with problems like mine, people want positive not depressing. I’m smart enough to know I’m getting used to things that I shouldn’t be getting used to. I think of my future and it’s blank. What kind of life can I really expect for myself. The typical hope every guy has from young of big house, fast car, happy wife and kids and financially well enough to look after mum and not worry when bills come in is out the window. It’s just not realistic - how can I ever get that when I can barely keep a job due to constant absences caused by regular flare ups.
Failed out of uni whilst going through the worst flare ups ever. This is from when I failed in august 2021 to when I failed the repeat year in 2022. A daily routine of waking up unable to move, to the extent I’d starve myself as long as possible bc it was too painful to open my mouth. Then rip everything open like a wild animal and eventually I’d ‘finish’ itching every bit of skin on my body and sit crying and shaking bc the pain was so bad. From that point onwards I’d spend the rest of the day high on weed and come night I’d cry myself to sleep bc of how horrible the thoughts in my mind were. This was everyday for up to 3 months at a time.
My skin isn’t even bad right now but it’s only a matter of time till another flare up, and I guess this is my life. To top it off my liver reading from the blood test came up at 214 - it should be below 55 - and the docs straight away say it’s bc I smoke too much weed. I honestly think they’re clutching at straws here bc in 3, nearly 4, years of smoking my liver hasn’t come up once and 1 gram a day I wouldn’t call a crazy amount considering there’s been periods where I’d smoke 2 grams a day and was fine. Also, I’m sure all the medicines they give me such as the regular prednisolone courses and cyclosporine affect the liver. Not saying it can’t be the weed, just it could be multiple other things.
Right now, my hair still hasn’t grown back, I’m hesitant to start the rinvoq but I guess I don’t have a choice really. The docs want me to stop smoking weed which is my only real break from things and avoid gym bc sweating likely irritates my skin, 2 of few things I enjoy anymore.
Where am I supposed to go from here? What am I supposed to do with my life? I’ll probably end up having a heart attack on rinvoq knowing my luck, and watch the docs say it’s bc of the weed and nothing to do with the ‘safe’ medicines they give me that fix one issue by causing another. Appreciate anybody that read this essay, I guess I needed to vent my thoughts out somewhere. Any advice would be great ❤️

All of it happened so fast. My fiancè and I were living at my parents' house, blinded by their manipulations, that we can live our lives in peace and make the place our own as we wished. Then the manipulating started on both of us (I was raised as their only son in this house), invading our privacy, space; controlling where we're going, when we're going, with whom we're going, what we were doing, when we were working shifts (healthcare industry), and a shit ton more, so similar stories on this sub that it had me baffled and made an extraordinary amount of nods and yes-es and checkmarks in my head when I finally started to see and connected the dots. My parents were away for the week, so we had (relatively) enough time for everything.
Last Sunday, we checked the apartment out. Everything was okay, the owners are very pleasant. Monday, we had the contract signed. During the past week, I made some calls to my friends whom I can trust to help us moving the big pieces of furniture, and we drove everything, every belonging there, into the new apartment. Today, we're dropping the bomb and leaving.
I'm having mixed feelings of fear of what's going to happen when they return, happiness of freedom, but my woman (couldn't have a better woman beside me, IMHO) is calming me and standing by my side. Just a few hours more, and we'll be free. After almost 30 years of life in this grasp of theirs, 2 years in the relationship with my fiancè and 6 months of living together, we're moving out to live in our own apartment. I can't comprehend almost anything of all of this, my mind looks worse than scrambled eggs made in a jet engine at full throttle, but I'll keep my distance with them (parents), even go NC if things escalate in verbal/emotional violence towards either of us (me or my fiancè). Still can't believe it is actually happening...
I'll post an update in a few days with the follow up and a bit of a backstory, as the whole story would be too much to type on this day, and it's going to need a lot of re-reading and making sense (even to me).
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I have watched some horror movies at friends houses when i was young, movies such as bird box, some of the purge and some of the saw movies, but its been a while since i’ve watched any horror movies and i would like some suggestions. I want to check out some more psychological horror movies rather than movies just focused on gore and jumpscares, like movies that will get u thinking about it in bed for days. I like movies that are really deep, have great plot and make me think. I would prefere more modern movies but im open to suggestions, just give me suggestions on whatever u think would get me into the genre i guess.

Besides offering up chaotic open-world action, one thing that Rockstar's games have done ever since Grand Theft Auto III is push the envelope in terms of technology. This is somewhat debatable up to Grand Theft Auto IV, which stunned audiences with its mix of macro-scale simulation and micro-scale detail. GTA V and the newer Red Dead Redemption 2 have continued this tradition, and both are still capable of putting the hurt on modern PCs. That's largely thanks to their forward-looking design that integrates features that contemporary systems weren't really ready for when the released.
gtaonlinerain GTA V can still look startlingly realistic at times.
The thing is, even though it just got a re-release on the current-generation consoles, GTA V originally released in 2013. The game's still fun, of course, especially the online mode that has seen continual updates over the years. The technology behind the title is getting a little dated, though, and fans of the series are understandably chomping at the bit for a new release. Rockstar has confirmed that GTA VI (or at least, the next GTA game) is in the works, but as usual, the company hasn't released any information about the title, nor mentioned a release window.
The leaks and rumors that we've heard so far place a hypothetical "GTA VI" at the end of next year, or even in 2025. That's a lot of development time, even if the company only moved into active development in the middle of last year, as is supposedly the case. In a time when almost every other development house (from Square-Enix to CD Projekt Red) is moving to the Unreal Engine, it seems like Rockstar will thankfully stick with its own in-house tech, known as RAGE.
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That bit of information comes from a tweet by Chris Klippel, who is among other things the creator of Rockstar Mag, a French-language gaming news site that focuses on topics surrounding Rockstar Games and its releases. You can see the tweet above. Chris says that he has been in touch with people who have seen the latest version of RAGE in action, and that its graphics engine is "assez incroyable." Chris describes the latest version as RAGE9, which is interesting; Rockstar doesn't talk about RAGE as a separate product from its games, likely because it doesn't license the tech.
gtaonlinearcade The arcade area added to GTA Online would look amazing with ray-traced lighting.
It's not hard to imagine what sort of features the game engine might include to warrant that description. Heavy usage of ray-traced graphics will go a long way toward impressive presentation, but based on what we've heard in the past about GTA VI, it seems likely that the latest RAGE might be more impressive in its ability to scale content from infinitesimal details all the way up to gigantic cityscapes. We've seen demonstrations of similar technology in Epic Games' Unreal Engine 5, and given the nature of "GTA", such capability would be perfectly suited to the games.
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Another impressive characteristic in GTA VI might just be the NPC AI. Historically, Grand Theft Auto's NPCs have been extremely simple stand-ins mostly intended to give the scene a realistic look without having much in the way of personality or believable behavior. That could all change in the next GTA game, based on a patent filed in October 2020.
From what we've heard, the next Grand Theft Auto title will be set in Vice City once again, so look forward to exploring the city's tropical environs. No word on the chronological setting, though; it could be set as far back as the Cuban Missile Crisis, or it could be set in the modern day. We also don't know necessarily what platforms the title will appear for, but based on Rockstar's history, we'd expect it to be available for the PS5 and Xbox before it appears on PC later.

26f, my family always has and always will be the thing that lights up my whole world. My mom is my best friend;
I was 15 when my parents got divorced, and since I moved away for college/started my own life, all I’ve wanted is to come home closer to my parents before they both retire and go their separate ways (they both still live in the same town, I’m 2 hrs driving distance).
My fiancé and I actually agreed to move back closer to them come fall this yr so that I could be pregnant/pukey/sad around them and to be able to walk thru my moms door especially and just lay on her couch.
(Love my dad to pieces but he’s always traveling and I’ve accepted that he’s just not as checked into our relationship as my mom is)
Yesterday, my mom called me and told me her fiancé has recd a great job offer 9 hrs away in Wisconsin. although I’m happy for them both/my logical brain says to put a smile on and not think so much about myself, I can’t help but feel completely grief-stricken and quite honestly angry.
Mom called me today to tell me all about the great houses they saw, the great people they’re meeting etc and I took it with a smile on my face like I typically do, but tonight I did something totally out of character and just got drunk. Got drunk last night too. I feel pretty good until I get into bed but begin sobbing not too soon after.
There’s a lot more to the story so I promise I’m not just overly dramatic, but I’m so tired of swallowing my own feelings so that everyone else can scatter and do their own things. I just want my family, I miss my mom, I want to go home but at this point I am yearning for a pipe dream and feel as though I keep losing my sense of “home”.
Thx for reading; quite literally got this off my chest