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Grand Haven: Coast Guard City USA

2012.03.16 03:20 Grand Haven: Coast Guard City USA

Official subbreddit for Grand Haven, Michigan, USA

2010.08.29 22:36 sli Lakeland, FL

Lakeland is a city in Polk County, Florida, located along Interstate 4 between Tampa and Orlando. According to the 2019 U.S. Census Bureau estimate, the city had a population of 112,136. Lakeland is a principal city of the Lakeland–Winter Haven Metropolitan Statistical Area.

2015.09.17 17:12 BearcatQB City Of Winter Haven Florida

Winter Haven is home to beautiful lakes, a majestic tower, a world-class collection of vintage aircrafts and the largest LEGOLAND in the world. So, there are plenty of places to play, explore and reflect. Visitors will find a variety of hotels, motels and bed and breakfasts close to all the things you'll enjoy. And whether you are looking for a quick bite, your favorite fast food or gourmet fare, the Winter Haven area is home to a number of delightful restaurants.

2023.05.29 17:21 sinistersquid7 37 [M4F] WV/Online - Cuddles, Cons, and Games

US/UK/Canada Preferred
Please read my post and give me a meaningful message instead of just hi or you will be ignored.
Do you want a socially awkward, anxious, fun loving dork? Someone who loves to have just days in the house playing video/board/card games, watching shows/movies, and sitting by the window or outside just listening to music and relaxing? Someone who loves to travel, go to conventions, visit bustling cities, and just admire a view outside of your own personal bubble?
Let me know what makes you happy and even unhappy. How do people see you versus how you really feel. What's your day to day like? Favorite game/show/movie? If you read all of this put the word egg into your message. Get me to watch it. Have you ever thought about cosplaying? Get me to do it. Have some? Let me see them.
A few things about me.
Average build and routinely exercises.
I have a few ear piercings and would love to have some tattoos in the future.
I'm very honest, loyal, and monogamous.
Not religious in the slightest.
Left leaning, but I am not passionate about politics whatsoever.
Kids? Getting Married? - To be honest I really don’t have a desire. That has to be a major discussion down the road.
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2023.05.29 17:21 StargateMedjai Only 120 stops

Only 120 stops
I have 120 all country between two cities. Not bad for today done between 5-6 pm. Hope the rest of you have an easy day.
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2023.05.29 17:20 ThrowRA_EnvirNewt222 After 2 months of break, my (m40) girlfriend of 4 years (f35) said she currently doesn't see a place for me in her life because of my depression, but agreed to a couples therapy -- should I do it or move on?

TLDR; I wasn't a great partner because depression and anxiety that I didn't realize and failed to address. She eventually asked to go on a break to evaluate the relationship and concluded that she feels better without me/us as the relationship has been exhausting for her due to me and my mental state and emotional outbursts. But she would be willing to do a couple therapy, although without being together and without any expectations. Should I do it or move on? Can you make someone love you again? And do I have unrealistic expectations if I expected a partner to stick around through shitty times like this?

For the most part of our relationship I've been dealing with anxiety and depressive moods without fully realising it and what an impact it had on me and on the relationship. I stopped having sex with her early on in the relationship but she stuck around and loved me for my other qualities. I became increasingly unavailable and wasn't able to fully appreciate her (and even myself), take care of her and her needs and enjoy her and our relationship.
At the same time she also became more unavailable and more easily irritated. When I was able to have sex again we stopped after a few times because she wasn't ready for it anymore. She used to be a very calm person who has her emotions under control and is a good communicator. But small and big fights increased; one time she used a verbal abuse on me and another time we spent a whole week together with her almost constantly dropping small comments of critisizing things and making me feel bad (to be fair, she was on her period when she always tends to be on steroids emotionally).
We always reconciled and pledged to do better but I guess we never really worked through things.
My situation got worse the beginning of the year when I realised how much I dislike my job while turning 40 and being stuck in a foreign country and a relationship that doesn't seem to move forward. I started to wake up during the night with negative thoughts and realised I have a depression. I became more dark; we had dates where I would just stare into the air feeling completely empty. We would see each other less and less despite living 5 minutes from each other; even after going for dinner with friends she would drop me at my place instead of spending the night together (without having sex -- I accepted that she isn't ready for it).
Things escalated when we went on a trip together and I didn't speak a word with her the whole journey and only reluctantly participated in activities and conversations. When she asked whether we should talk I blurted out what the point of all the talking is if things never change. I was upset because we hadn't seen each other for three weeks and I felt alone with my situation.
She broke up but we agreed to go on a break instead to give each other space to reflect and evaluate the relationship. It was during these two months that I realised many of the things that went wrong in the relationship and how I contributed to or caused it due to my mental and emotional state.
After these two months she isn't very responsive anymore and explained that she realised that at least at the moment (and maybe forever) she feels better without me and our relationship as she was just exhausted from having to entertain me and the relationship and my moods. She said that even if we were to try again, she just wouldn't be able to show that she cares about me. She said I need to work in myself.
As we were discussing details of settling the breakup I asked whether she would be willing to do couples therapy and she agreed, under the conditions that we would still be on a break and that there shouldn't be any expectations.
I'm wondering whether I should do it or just move on. She's absolutely worth it, even though I'm wondering:

  1. Can you make someone love you again? It's obvious to me that she doesn't love me anymore -- at least for me love means that you miss someone and want to have them in your life no matter what; she rarely responds now or only with delays and in a rather matter-of-fact tone;
  2. Do I have unrealistic expectations if I expected a partner to stick around through shitty times like this? I'm wondering how future proof another relationship with her would be given that she's willing to end things when things get tough;
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2023.05.29 17:20 Gods-disappointment A Friendship that makes my heart heavy, I don't know how to get out

Hello everyone. I wanted to get some answers on a problem that has been eating me for the last few years.
So I'am a 33yo male introvert, married, and with no to little social skills. I always lived a simple quite life with little amount of friends that I meet once in a while. I was cool with it and everything. Until one time circumstances made me meet a guy in 2016, and at the time we seemed to share lots of things in common, so we started hanging out and eventually became friends.
This guy on the other hand is the opposite of me, he is really extravert and know the whole city. He is also very pushy and very present. he calls everyday, always comes with a bunch of people, always asks for stuff and always calls, in the beginning of this relationship I felt it was too much for me to handle. me who spent my life in solitude and was actually liking it.
Time went forward and this relationship started to really bother me, as since this guy is the opposite of me, and we don't have the same interests nor the same view of life. we had lots of disagreements and misunderstandings, Lots of time when he was rude, toxic, selfish etc. And the thing is whenever I talked to him about those things, he always denied, and said that he didn't mean those things at all. That i am (always) the one who misjudge him or the situations, he says that all those times where I found he said something hurtful, or behaved in a rude manner, it was just me who imagine things.
Now I am in a point where I don't want to meet this guy ever. but sadly for me, he and I and other people are in a collective project (association) where we often need to meet and work on projects, workshops and such. and this problem that I have with him made me get disinterested in this collective project, and Even hate it at times. it makes me want to quit everything actually.
I don't know what to do about that and whenever I remember that in my life, I get a heavy feeling in my heart and I feel helpless. I don't know what to do...
Sorry for the long post, and Thank you if everyone red all of it and wants to give feedback.
Peace out
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2023.05.29 17:20 TheGreyworks [SLEEPWALK] 1 - Prologue to a Nightmare

The Nature of Predators was created by u/SpacePaladin15.
Special thanks to u/Saint-Andros for giving feedback on this first chapter's draft!
This is my first time writing a fanfic, or any multi-chapter story for that matter. Updates are likely to be slow and inconsistent. Your feedback is definitely appreciated, so if you have anything to say please leave a comment!
I hope you enjoy.
1 - Prologue to a Nightmare
JULY 8, 2136
Walk in, be polite, do your job, walk out, and no more.
It was the five-step mantra my feathered friend had given me to get me through the working days, and it’s served me quite well for the past couple of years. His voice was always a soothing guide, repeatedly ringing in the back of my head like a well-meaning wake-up call.
I was getting on in my years a little, at least it felt like it, so I still gladly accepted his help even after all this time. He was a polite fellow, almost as old as I was but far more able and proficient. Maybe he cared about me a little too much as he did many things for my convenience—he even got me my janitorial job in the first place—but who was I to turn away such a good friend?
I gave a satisfied tail swish as I said goodbye to Fevri, the receptionist’s lovely tone a soft farewell. The end of every shift always came with a calming walk back to my apartment building, like an extra treat for all the helpful work I’ve done. It was far enough from the office for the time to last but close enough to not be tiring, giving me a moment to appreciate the ambiance of the Capital and ‘mull things over’ as my friend would always encourage.
Well, mulling things over, almost everything was in its place. My job was still good; I was doing good. I was good!
My friend just hasn’t been visiting lately, which is fine. It’s happened a few times before, and he’s told me what to do to get through the day so many times that I know his instructions like the back of my paw.
I just hope he’s doing well too, and that he’ll be back soon to give me some medicine again to stop my recent headaches.
I didn’t know why, but recently I’ve been expecting something to happen to me. Something bad or good, I didn’t know. But this sort of feeling and the headaches always came up when I didn’t take my medicine.
My friend’s voice softly chided me, his advice echoing from the past. “Remember, Havan: you can’t get the medicine from any other doctor. You’ll get hurt and taken away from your home.”
The air was colder today. Strangely, I knew that for whatever reason it wasn’t why I felt a shiver go through me. I had no reason to be afraid, I was good! Always good!
I walked through the apartment building’s front door and swiftly made my way to my own unit. Before, it was much easier to push that feeling of—fear?—aside. Maybe something bad is coming this way.
Right to my doorstep.
I hurriedly locked the door behind me.
I shed my jumpsuit and tool belt, setting them aside on a rack. The jumpsuit wasn’t particularly dirty—for now, at least—so I could just have it washed some other time. My friend would understand. He always did. I just hope he’ll be back soon with more of my medicine. I don’t want to be bad.
After a small meal, it was time for bed. I couldn’t eat more as the headache was getting worse by the minute, ending my appetite.
My paws placed themselves over my forehead like useless cushions. The worst was yet to come; the bad dreams would arrive the moment I fell asleep. Sometimes, even the medicine wasn’t enough to stop them from invading my head like a predator on the hunt.
They were mostly the same. A woman and her child: a dream repeated forever like the infinity of space.\
For some reason, I felt like I should know them.
Whenever I tried to look at their faces, I could feel something rip my gaze away with claw and fanged force—when I could see them at the edges of my eyes, their empty faces were nothing but smudged paint on a watery canvas. Just out of reach, an orange-eyed predator snarled behind them.
It always scared me.
I’ve tried talking to my friend about it many times, but he never wanted to hear it. He’d look away and tell me to let it go, just take the medicine and forget the nightmares.
He was like me in the dream.
I hope he’ll be back soon.
Sometimes, he’d look ready to tell me something—staring straight at me mid-conversation. Then, he’d just look away all tired and heavy, deflating like someone had given him a weight to carry. He’d usually take his leave whenever those moments happened: “Farewell, Havan. See you next time.”
Now that I think about it, he also looked like that whenever I told him about the dream. Maybe he wished he could know them too.

JULY 11, 2136
I’m losing track, I think. I’m not sure. I’ve got a slow-burning headache that just won’t leave, simmering every part of my mind it could get its claws on. I can barely keep myself upright most of the time; I had to call in sick yesterday. My friend’s still not back with more medicine.
Medicine for what; I didn’t even know anymore.
Wake up.
Shit… d-dammit,” I managed to croak out before hurling the rest of my lunch into the toilet. The act of cursing was paradoxically unknown yet familiar to my tongue—like an old routine left untouched for years.
All my dreams were relentless and mocking—I was rendered helpless to their onslaught. I couldn’t tell what was real and what was cruel imagination. In fact, the only things that felt real were the solid and smooth toilet and the force of my vomiting. I held on for dear life to save myself from the vortex churning around me.
A singular thought beckoned me again, a glaring beacon in a foggy sea of pain: ‘Wake up.’
There was nothing else to wake up to.
“DAMMIT!” I repeated before unceremoniously slumping back onto the floor. Something within me was changing—rapidly and viscerally. I was a stranger in my own body, adrift in a world far removed from the one I knew. I couldn’t breathe.
Someone was knocking on my door, calling my name.
I dragged myself out of the bathroom, feverish and frail, ignoring that weak voice in my head that asked: ‘What if it wasn’t your friend?’
I needed anything. Anything at all.
My body moved on its own, paws desperately reaching the doorknob. Somehow, I managed to unlock the door. It wasn’t my friend.
I would’ve screamed if I had the strength left for it. Instead, my legs gave way; my back eagerly greeted its old friend: the floor. Dragging myself backward with my vision blurred and hearing muted, the stranger came inside—crossing the threshold that marked my safety from the things my friend warned me about.
“Please… don’t hurt me…”
But the stranger marched on, grabbing ahold of me.
I curled into a pathetic shield, attempting to cover as much of myself as possible. Somehow, it all still felt like I was falling.
Through the blur, I heard the stranger’s voice. “Havan! It’s just me!”
The realization was a bullet through the skull, rattling my brain into something like focus. There it was: the receptionist’s young and frightened face. Lying in the hallway beyond the open door was a basket full of goods that were probably meant for me.
“Let’s get you lying down somewhere comfortable, okay? You need to rest. I’ll call a doctor—”
My head snapped back up. “No! Y-you shouldn’t! You can’t!”
“O-okay! Okay. No doctors. I’m sorry,” she reassuringly patted my shoulders after having dragged me to the side of my couch. “Look, forget that I ever mentioned it. Now, I need to pull you up onto the couch; is that fine with you?”
I limply nodded. I probably didn’t have the strength to do something as simple as that by myself.
Fevri pulled me up while that all too familiar voice in the back of my head spoke again: ‘She better keep her word, or I’ll…’

I didn’t finish that thought. What the hell was that all about? I wasn’t a violent man.
Was I? I can’t even recall who I am anymore. The vortex of dreams overtook me again, Fevri’s voice fading away as she momentarily left my side to grab the basket outside.
I was alone once again.
A predator’s face revealed itself in the blood-orange veil of my brain, sneering as it revealed itself to be the beckoning voice echoing through my skull.
I fell.
I don’t know what it would mean if I’ll ‘wake up.’ Powerless, I lost myself to a seemingly infinite and dark slumber.

JULY 12, 2136
I arrived at the light at the end of the tunnel, the bottom of the bottomless pit.
My eyes opened, and a strange sense of peace washed over me. Coming from the television were alarm clock tones, an emergency broadcast stuck on the screen. ‘Predator arrival,’ ‘evacuate,’ and ‘await further instructions’ were the only phrases I took note of before rising from the couch.
This wasn’t my home.
The window blinds were closed throughout my apartment. Outside, the city was deathly silent. I didn’t need to look to know that there were likely a few bodies lying face-down on the street, casualties of panicked stampedes to the bunkers.
What happened to me?
Decades of half-remembered memories flooded outward, smashing through the dam of my mind. To my horror, I realized this was the first time I’d felt my heartbeat in a long, long while.
My Krakotl ‘friend’ was an exterminator; he always wore his uniform whenever he visited me. The medication was for predator disease.
I’m not ‘Havan.’ I didn’t use to be, and I couldn’t remember my real name.
The woman and child in my dreams were my wife and son—
With no other outlet for my frightened rage, I resorted to slamming my foot into the side of an empty trash can.
I gritted my teeth as pain shot up through my leg. For the first time, I felt the stiffness and aching that came with being middle-aged and taking those damn predator disease pills for years. Twenty years. I’d been out of it for twenty fucking miserable years.
A small part of me wished I stayed ‘asleep.’ I cast the thought aside almost immediately.
The exterminator had never given his name. How convenient. I had nowhere to go.
I should be weeping.
My head turned towards the bedroom door as Fevri walked out, clearly having just woken up. “W-what’s going on? What was that noise? Oh, Havan, you’re awake!”
“Nothing,” I winced, forcing the scowl off my face. “I just… accidentally knocked a trash can over. I should be the one asking you what’s going on.”
Fevri shook her head, trying to focus through her drowsiness. “Uhm, alarms started ringing out through the city, and that emergency broadcast said it was predators. N-nothing’s happened, though. It’s been about an hour and a half since it started, but it’s been so quiet.”
“You stayed.”
That seemed to wake her up. “I couldn’t leave you—you could’ve gotten hurt if something did happen! I… I couldn’t ask for help bringing you to the nearest shelter—everyone else was too busy trying to get themselves into safety.”
“Thank you.” I didn’t know what else to say to that. I sat back down on the couch, rubbing my paws across my face as I mulled over everything.
I bet my past self had never felt as lost as I did at this moment. All I could feel was the weight of my newfound clarity and my current confusion—a balancing act of anguish and pain.
“Is something wrong, Havan? Don’t worry about the predator raid; if nothing’s happened so far then we’re probably safe and sound.”
“No, it’s…”
I paused myself. Did I actually want to tell Fevri everything? She was only an acquaintance from work.
But she did stick around and help me. That said a lot about the kind of person she is.
Call it foolishness, call it loneliness—I told the truth, recounting everything I could to her. Right now, she was the only friend I had. She was horrified, of course, but surprisingly it was directed to my circumstances rather than myself.
Fevri sat down beside me, placing a sympathetic paw on my shoulder. “I know it isn’t much, but… I’m really sorry. I thought—we all thought…”
“Thought what?”
“Well, we always had a feeling that you had some form of predator disease. You were amicable, sure, but you were always… distant? Plus, you never talked about your family and always dodged questions about them. We all thought you lost them to a raid and it just made sense to us.”
She nervously flicked her tail. “Guess we weren’t entirely wrong, in a messed up way. Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
I sighed, flicking my ears dismissively to show I wasn’t offended. Everything else about me would always be worse by comparison, a pillar of distress as strong as an Arxur’s jaw and equally as biting.
What else can I do now? I have no leads. All I had were blurry faces and names I didn’t know.

Why’d he stop?
It made no sense for my ‘friend’ to suddenly stop medicating me for weeks. The fact that he had consistent access to medication to give me made me suspect that he was an exterminator-specialist, which would also make him a doctor specializing in treating predator-diseased individuals like me.
In fact, none of what he did made any sense at all. Why go through the effort of giving me a false name—to give me instructions on how to live by myself and dodge questions?
He had been trying to protect me. Was it a fucked up way of doing it? Absolutely, but it didn’t change the fact that he actually helped. For all I knew, he was the one thing stopping me from finding a new home in a correctional facility.
My tail twitched with irritation. Fevri looked expectantly at me. “What now?”
“I don’t know. I guess looking for the exterminator to get some answers would be my safest bet, but I’m not walking to the nearest guild office or the damn headquarters to ask for him.”
“Maybe I can? After the lockdown, anyway.”
“I don’t know. Honestly, this sounds like a stupid idea,” I shook my head, another sigh escaping from my lips. “Hell, I’m lucky you still want to help me for some damn reason I can’t think of.”
To my surprise, she let out an amused snort. “It’s the right thing to do?”
“I’m predator-diseased. Probably dangerous in some way.”
“Well, you won’t hurt me, will you? Besides, you look like you really need the help.”
She didn’t get my point, but fine. I guess that answer was enough for now.
Fevri must’ve noticed my reluctance, making her continue. “Look, you don’t seem to be a bad man. Just… someone caught up in something really horrible. Everyone back in the office—myself included—liked you and felt sorry for you, you know? That hasn’t changed with me, at least.”
“Alright, alright,” I stood up from the couch, giving in to the receptionist’s offer. There was something else that made her want to stick around; I wasn’t an idiot.
For now? I couldn’t doubt her. She’s my only real friend; anything is better than being alone.
“I’m gonna clean up.”
She gave a nod of acknowledgment as I entered the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I stared at the unfamiliar visage in the mirror, examining every little line and nick that marked my face. The graying Venlil in front of me was someone else entirely.
I was old. I was exhausted. I was likely insane—but I was awake.
My true trial is just beyond the walls of my apartment building once the lockdown ends. The past twenty years of being lost and asleep had only served as a prologue to a nightmare.
The worst was yet to come.
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2023.05.29 17:20 PritchettRobert506 [HIRING] 7 Jobs in Minneapolis Hiring Now!

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2023.05.29 17:20 OneUnderstanding89 Thc in nc

I live in nc, I’ve had cps called before for neglect by a pissed off family meme we, they came out seen my children were not neglected and case was closed. Well I’ve now pissed off a family friend and they’re going to call and report that I smoke weed. I’m just wondering how could this end up? My kids are well taken care of, I work a good job, and we have a stable home. I do not smoke in front of my kids either. But I’m concerned because I’ve been told before “once you have interactions with cps, you’re in the system forever” now with them getting called again I’m scared. What if it’s like a 3 strikes your out type of deal?
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2023.05.29 17:20 CaileaCat How do I get a moving truck into a tiny crowded street in the late evening?

I'm moving to Baltimore. I expect to arrive pretty late - around 9 pm. The street I'm moving to is very small, and parking on the side of the street fills up before that time generally.
I don't really feel comfortable parking the moving truck at a hotel for the night. I've heard too many stories of people doing that and someone breaking into the truck to steal things.
Is there anything I can do to ensure I'll have space to park the truck and unpack? I've heard of cities providing temporary no parking signs, and I've also heard that some cities require temporary oversized vehicle parking passes. Do any of those apply in Baltimore? And whether they do or not, what is a good strategy for parking and moving my things into the house? (Or is there some other option I've not considered?)
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2023.05.29 17:20 NelPage Clueless parent / spoiled child (both Nextdoor posts same parent)

My daughter wants to film with an Amish or Mennonite family nearby for her Instagram. A day the life. We want the whole thing to be as natural as possible when she asks questions, and she has a bunch. We have greeted some in the market but they seemed shy. So we need them to be talkative 4 Neighbors © Like
My daughter wants a driverless car ride to New York city for her18th birthday. What companies offer this? She also wants to take a balloon ride around the Statue of liberty • 30 Neighbors © Like
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2023.05.29 17:20 EMSuser11 A great new book telling the stories of people from all over Austronesia!

It is called Mata Austronesia by Tuki Drake. This is a beautiful book with stunning artwork and so many great personal narratives, along with myths and legends. I was very excited to receive this book and I have been interested in learning more about the Austronesian people for the longest time. Now we get their stories in their own words which is super rare I found. Tuki Drake has done a good job in bringing these tales to the masses, and he does it with great reverence and respect, because he too is of this cultural heritage. The book does a really good job of telling so many different stories from all over the world. It really shows that there are so interesting many stories to tell! There is even an illustrated appendix with many words in different Austronesian languages being illustrated for us. Use your mata, don't let them go to waste!
P.S. I can post some images of it if y'all would like me to.
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2023.05.29 17:19 CashAltruistic7350 Dirty city / train stations

I’ve been living in cologne for 2 years now and something that I’m noticing is that the more the time passes, the dirtier the city becomes. I wonder if it was always like that, and if it wasn’t, what you guys think that is causing this? Hansaring, Wiener platz, Friesen platz, and so many other stations are extremely dirty and smells really bad. As a foreigner, the dirty was the thing that shocked me the most, as I’m not used to such amount of garbage spread everywhere. I would expect the city hall to take more care with the city. It’s so sad to see such a l lovely, beautiful, and nice city become so messy…
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2023.05.29 17:19 nerdcollective Supernatural/Thriller/Horror?

I just recently started getting into K-Dramas and I am hooked. I watched the Glory, Our Beloved Summer, My Mister, and just started Cruel City. I have a huge list of others, a lot including regular romance, but was wondering if anyone had any good recommendations for more paranormal/supernatural leaning shows? I am happy with a romantic plot, but I am also down for straight horror as well. Thank you!
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2023.05.29 17:19 FeatureJazzlike1995 For scousers that have moved away

It's really common to see stories of people having the piss taken out of them for being from Liverpool/having a scouse accent when they move out of the city, or having a generally unpleasant experience. But my question for those that have moved away is this- Is that a particularly common experience?
I imagine light ribbing is fairly common, but is this the same case for really nasty experiences? Just very curious!
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2023.05.29 17:19 Dangerous-Bag-7327 [HIRING] 20 Jobs in Chicago Hiring Now!

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Hey guys, here are some recent job openings in chicago. Feel free to comment here or send me a private message if you have any questions, I'm at the community's disposal! If you encounter any problems with any of these job openings please let me know that I will modify the table accordingly. Thanks!
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2023.05.29 17:19 ElectraMars Stay at new job or pursue my MBA?

I just graduated college this May. I applied to get my MBA but was waitlisted, so I assumed I wouldn’t receive the funding I would need to go. I accepted a job for a company I like, but my job has nothing to do with the field I want to be in, which is communications/PR. I took the job offer because I thought it was better pay ($48k) than I’d get in any entry-level communications job. It’s also remote 2 days a week and has a really great company culture.
I started there part time in March, and switched to full time after graduation. Everything changed when I got an offer to MBA school with more financial assistance than I expected. I was offered a scholarship and a paid GA position that would also waive my tuition for the first year. I would only be responsible for about $12,000, which I am blessed to be able pay for without loans. It’s a full time program (18 months) which means I would have to quit my job. I’ve been very transparent with my boss and they have been supportive of whatever I decide.
I know the MBA won’t instantly raise my salary and that I will need more work experience to see more benefits long-term. For me, I don’t want to go back to school after this stage of life so the MBA is now or never. I have received a lot of mixed advice on whether to stay at my job or pursue my MBA. Part of me thinks it’s a good opportunity to pivot and go after the career I want. But another part of me doesn’t want to give up the money and work environment I have.
Note: The MBA is a better choice for me than a master’s in anything communication related. I have talked to enough people in the field in my area to be confident in that.
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2023.05.29 17:19 No_Competition4897 [HIRING] 7 Jobs in RI Hiring Now!

Company Name Title City
Cambay Healthcare, LLC Licensed Practical Nurse Coventry
Jobot Outpatient Registered Nurse - Family Medicine North Providence
DaVita Kidney Care Registered Nurse Pawtucket
Jobot Outpatient Registered Nurse - Primary Care Providence
STG Logistics Owner Driver Providence
STG Logistics Immediate Openings Owner Operator Wanted Home Nightly Providence Providence
STG Logistics Immediate Openings Owner Operator Wanted Home Nightly Providence Warwick
Hey guys, here are some recent job openings , feel free to comment here if you have any questions, I'm at the community's disposal! If you encounter any problems with any of these job openings please let me know that I will modify the table accordingly. Thanks!
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2023.05.29 17:19 pantheraorientalis I am in a lot of pain today

Doctors in California refuse to help me. I am desperately trying to get my partner to find a new job so that we can move to a state that will provide me some relief. Today is a really hard pain day and I am breaking down. I’m unable to work, unable to go for a walk, unable to sit or lie down, without pain. I’m only 24 and in some ways it feels like my life is over. The only medication that let me have any quality of life is completely inaccessible to me now.
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2023.05.29 17:19 Puzzleheaded-Sir3119 I failed my exams and I don’t know what to do

So I’m currently writing this while having a full on mental breakdown, I see everyone being honest and getting help here so I said why not. So basically I’m a first year engineering student (international) and it’s costing my parent an arm and a leg to send me here but she says she doesn’t mind that she loves me and it’s not about the money but idk anyhow so I did a course in first semester statics and dynamics and failed and I did the resits and I failed again, I’ve just found out. I don’t even know where to begin… that means I have to pay to resist the module and I can’t, I haven’t told my mum I’m too scared and I can’t handle it if she gets upset. I’m current thinking of un*living myself in the most stress free way for everyone I don’t think I can deal with this. Everyone always talking about stem and passing and I don’t ever hear anything about those who failed, it’s so stupid because a few days ago I had been so excited at the thought of doing my phd and I’d already started working on it. The course is difficult for me but not to the point that I fail twice, like I know what to write in my head but every time i do exams I don’t do well and this is the height of it for me.
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2023.05.29 17:19 Locomule FALSE EQUIVALENCE - know how it works or get played by it, your choice

Are you on the right or are you on the left? If you are neither, doesn't that mean you are in the center? Seems logical enough, doesn't it? Or is it a con job?
False equivalence is a logical fallacy that occurs when someone incorrectly asserts that two or more things are equivalent, simply because they share some characteristics, despite the fact that there are also notable differences between them.
False equivalences generally exaggerate similarities and ignore important differences. They are frequently used in debates on various topics, especially when it comes to suggesting that there is a moral equivalence between two or more things that are being equated.
What makes an equivalence false
  1. The equivalence exaggerates the degree of similarity between the things being equated.
  2. The equivalence exaggerates the importance of the similarity between the things being equated.
  3. The equivalence ignores important differences between the things being equated.
  4. The equivalence ignores differences in orders of magnitude between the things being equated.
A simple example of a false equivalence is saying that a knife and dynamite are both tools that can be used as weapons, so they’re pretty much the same thing, and therefore if we allow people to buy knives at the store, then we should also allow them to also buy dynamite.
The issue with this argument is that while both these items indeed share the characteristics that are mentioned (being a tool and having the potential to be used as a weapon), there is a significant difference between them in other domains, such as their potential for causing damage, which makes this equivalence fallacious.
False equivalences are often used together with other logical fallacies and rhetorical techniques. For example, false equivalences are often used in conjunction with ad hominem attacks, such as the appeal to hypocrisy (tu quoque) variant, where the person using the fallacy is attempting to discredit someone by claiming that their argument is inconsistent with their previous acts. For instance, consider the following statement:
“You’re criticizing the company for allowing the oil spill to happen, but what about that time I saw you litter at the park.”
Here, the person using the false equivalence is attempting to equate two events, that are somewhat similar conceptually, but involve completely different orders of magnitude, both in terms of the actions that led up to the negative events in question, as well as in terms of the outcomes of those events.
Furthermore, false equivalences can also be used used in conjunction with other logical fallacies. For example, they can be combined with strawman arguments, which are arguments that distort an opposing view in order to make it easier to attack, in cases where the false equivalence equates a distorted version of an opposing stance or action with something that is perceived in a highly negative manner.
“Reparations are an insult to people who work for a living.”
A classic example of a false equivalence has been described by author Isaac Asimov:
“…when people thought the earth was flat, they were wrong. When people thought the earth was spherical, they were wrong. But if you think that thinking the earth is spherical is just as wrong as thinking the earth is flat, then your view is wronger than both of them put together.” — From “The Relativity of Wrong” in The Skeptical Inquirer (1989)
In this case, Asimov is referring to the fact that while the earth is not a perfect sphere, it’s much closer to being a sphere than it is to being flat. Accordingly, it’s fallacious to suggest that being wrong about the earth being a sphere is equivalent to being wrong about the earth being flat, and an argument claiming that this is the case would be an example of a false equivalence.
We all live in neighborhoods now. The Right wants you to believe that trying to run people out of your neighborhood is equally as radical as welcoming people to your neighborhood. That waving "Hi" to a stranger makes just as much sense as flipping them off. That being so irrationally terrified of innocent people that you try to ruin their lives is morally equal to treating everyone with decency. Social Media is full of nitwits pushing this agenda with comments like "seems like the right and the left are both crazy these days." The only real question is whether your are ignorant enough to fall for that weak bullshit.
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2023.05.29 17:18 SeafoamSorceress Average Bridget fan profile

user is active on traps, cutetraps, mildfemboys, femboymemes, goodanimemes[...]
single comment on guiltygear before getting banned
several comments peppered all over other subs going "erm achkcually"
/uj I have met a grand total of 2 people into femboys who weren't completely insufferable
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2023.05.29 17:18 origutamos The NDP, The Media, And An OnlyFans: Edmonton's Drag Queen Storyhour

A few days ago at the Stanley A. Milner library in downtown Edmonton, parents were seen protesting the “Over The Rainbow Storytime” event, which involved a drag queen reading to children at the library. Likely based on the concerning news reports about the inappropriate undertone of the events, parents have seemed to start already mobilizing against the existence of the events in their cities, like the parents in Edmonton.
Drag queen story hour normalizes activities with strong sexual components to children, and is well outside the bounds of what is appropriate. The drag queen who read to children at this event, Felicia Bonee, like most drag queens takes part in sexualized performances, which he posts excerpts of on Twitter.
Felicia also links his boyfriend’s Twitter profile in his bio, where he promotes his Onlyfans account, which is a subscription service where people mostly sell explicit images of themselves. The boyfriend even posts blurred-out naked pictures of himself on Twitter, promoting his Onlyfans account.
This is not, and should not be, an entertainer for children. It raises the question of what a man dressed in female costume, caked in makeup, who usually does raunchy shows for gay adults, is personally getting out of reading books to kids?
Both Edmonton-Highlands-Norwood NDP MLA Janis Irwin, as well as the legacy media outlets, promoted and played cover for the drag event at the library, implying that those who were against the event were bigoted.
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2023.05.29 17:18 smeetr0u I feel great!!

I've been waiting for the day to come back here and write a success story. I was like many of you, scrolling this sub looking for encouragement and relief from my anxiety/depression symptoms.
9 months ago I was bedridden due to severe anxiety and depression. I couldn't leave my apartment, was having constant panic attacks from the time I woke up until the time I went to sleep. My mind would not shut off, and all the thoughts were extremely scary and instantly induced panic. Because of this I became extremely depressed - even suicidal.
I have my MS in clinical psychology (Ironically enough) and I felt like I couldn't practice. I took an entry level position that was way below my abilities because I was struggling so hard. I felt miserable that I couldn't do what I was passionate about, and I dwelled on that constantly. I cried every single day, multiple hours per day.
I had previously been on Effexor - and it worked for several years before I decided I didn't need it anymore back in January 2022. By July I was having panic symptoms and depression, but I was finishing up graduate school and thought it was just the stress of everything. After graduating, I realized it was much more than that.
I tried to get back on Effexor, and I had a horrible reaction. I then tried Pristiq and was hospitalized with an adverse reaction. I then sought a psychiatrist (which I HIGHLY recommend because primary doctors know nothing.) I was eventually placed on Zoloft, 25mg back in February. I have since increased to 75mg and feel like this is the right dose for me.
Not only do I not feel anxious/depressed anymore - I feel HAPPY. I am excited to get up in the morning, I have more energy, I feel like I have things to look forward to. I'm putting more effort into my appearance, my relationship with my partner has improved, and I'm actually able to partake in therapy. I see a therapist x3 per week - which before it wasn't even helpful because I was so far gone. I feel like the best version of myself, even better than I felt on Effexor. (Effexor helped my anxiety a ton but did little to nothing for my depression.)
I also recently got a job as a clinical psychologist at my dream practice. I know this experience will help me to better empathize and suggest treatment recommendations to my patients.
I hope you all are doing well, and if you have any questions feel free to comment/DM. :)
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