Day one strava link.
Day two strava link.
Starting in Ballard at 7:30am Wednesday I took the Burke to Bothell and then rode a few different bike trails North until getting on the road with car traffic at the Bothell-Everett Highway. I love Seattle's bike trail network! The highlight here was the North Creek trail which is a mix of gravel and paved, taking me through a bunch of really pretty wetlands.
Bothell-Everett Highway was a bit of a slog. It's about 7 miles of riding with cars on a bike lane that theoretically exists, but often disappears into right hand turn lanes. I kept my head on a swivel and didn't have any close calls. From there I took a right at 132 St (another slog, but a shorter one) before turning on to Seattle Hill Road. This road is an absolute delight heading North, as it's almost continual downhill with a fantastic view of Snohomish Valleys and the surrounding mountains as you descend into the valley farmland. From there I did more road riding on roads with no bike lane or shoulder, passed Harvey Airfield, crossed over the Snohomish River, and stopped in Snohomish for a snack and water refill in the shade.
From Snohomish I took the Centennial Trail all the way through Arlington (thank you 7-Eleven for more snacks) and Bryant. Fantastic trail, shaded and wide. Once I hit Bryant, google maps told me to get on Highway 9 but I saw Centennial Trail actually continued for a few miles, so I stayed on the trail all the way to Nakashima Heritage Barn. Read some plaques and then hopped on to Highway 9. I was able to follow Highway 9 across the Skagit River and into Sedro-Woolley (more snacks).
I headed out on the Cascade Trail from Sedro-Woolley. It's almost entirely gravel though there were some paved sections. I was riding on 38mm semi slick tires and had no issues with the gravel, except one section that looks like it flooded routinely. For that section I hopped off my bike and walked for less than a quarter mile. Though Google said I could take the Cascade Trail all the way to Concrete I found it abruptly ended about 3 miles from Concrete at a small pond with a bench for looking at ducks. Fortunately Highway 20 was an easy ride with plenty of shoulder (and rumble strips on the shoulder, which made me a little bit less concerned about cars merging into me).
Stopped for dinner at Cascade Burgers across the street from the old Portland Cement Company silos just West of Concrete. The restaurant was staffed by frightenly competent high schoolers who were nice enough to bag my fries to go while I had a burger and vanilla milk shake for dinner. I had planned to camp near Concrete that night but I had almost 3 hours of daylight left so I continued on Highway 20 until reaching Rockport, from there I headed South on 530. Note that one section of Highway 20 was under construction with no flaggers, so I ended up riding in the direction of oncoming traffic (on the shoulder). I was passed by two cars on this short section but it was over in a minute or so.
I really should have stopped for the night before hitting Darrington as I was rapidly running out of daylight, but there wasn't much traffic on the road so I decided to continue through Dusk. Grabbed a beer as a reward from the Shell in Darrington and then hurried onto Whitehorse Trail. This trail is entirely gravel. A bit more technical and overgrown than Cascade Trail, but still doable with my tires. Note that Google maps seems to indicate the trail is partially paved which it was not. Also note that there is a sign marking the trail closed due to landslides right when it hits the North Fork Stillaguamish River. I was able to continue using the trail with no issue.
I set up camp at the Darrington Bluegrass Music Park. It's an amazing space with a great view of the still snow covered slopes of Whitehorse Mountain. I'd love to return for a concert.
I wasn't sure of the legality of camping there so I made sure to camp away from any buildings (though I was able to find a working electrical outlet to charge all of my devices and a working sink behind the main building). There wasn't any rain forcasted so I cowboy camped for the night.
In the morning I continued West on the Whitehorse trail. I started seeing signs saying that trail use wasn't permitted in certain areas so I left the trail for Arlington-Darrington Road and took that to Oso. I had planned on a big breakfast at the Oso General Store but it turns out it was a 6x6 room with a very limited food selection and a mean host. I still got a coffee and some fritos for breakfast, but I feel like if I had waited a little longer I would have found a place selling some sort of greasy breakfast sandwich which is what I really wanted.
One bit of weirdness on the trail was when I attempted to leave it at Trafton Trailhead Park. I was still using the Google suggested route but that took me through private property. I just hoofed it and hopefully I didn't bother anyone, but I wouldn't suggest doing this if you're with a group. From Arlington I just did a reverse of my journey North. The only issue I had was leaving the Snohomish Valley for Seattle Hill Road - it's an endless series of climbs with the first one being the hardest. I didn't set any speed records climbing it but at least I didn't have to walk my bike.
I did have one car turn into my bike lane without looking on the Bothell-Everett Highway, but I was able to brake in time to avoid being hit.
Arrived back home in Ballard around 5pm Thursday. Total distance over two days, just over 225 miles, with my first day being the most strenuous at 140 miles.
Final Notes: this is a very beginner friendly ride and you'll never be more than a few miles from food options on the entire route. It is ridiculously pretty. The stretch between North Bothell and Snohomish is the most daunting as you share the road with traffic the entire way. The Cascade Trail had plenty of open areas along the way that were large enough to set up two or even three tents for camping. The only really solid camping spot on Whitehorse Trail is the Darrington Bluegrass Music Park.

My father is in his 60s, wealthy from real estate and his business. We’re going to baseball game and tailgate before. I was told by my sis to bring buns, condiments, and a grill . He’s bringing brats and sausages and she’s bringing burgers, and we decided everyone will bring whatever they’re drinking for themselves. I’m also picking my dad up and driving. He calls me, says, hey I’m bringing brats and sausages, can I have some of your beer, and we can split the parking. I say nope you can pay for parking, I’m driving, picking you up, and supplying the gas and he got all weird. ( gas costs more then the parking) None of this matters to me, he can have as much of my beer as he wants for what I care, until he starts negotiating with me. As a father I can’t imagine acting like this to my kids when they get older . Am I wrong for feeling that way or is he being a cheap bastard ? Often times I help him at his rentals doing work he doesn’t know how to do, he don’t offer me jack for it and I don’t expect anything. Sometimes my mom slips me some money when he’s not looking cause she’s the total opposite. He’s been like this my whole life. BTW, his garage is filled with cases of beer. He stocks up when it’s on sale at his favorite liquor store . 😆😁😂

A,
It’s been 5 months since we last spoke. I hope you received my texts since then and they have given you some comfort and not made you angry.
I just wanted to let you know I’m finally moving, I’m actually doing it. I wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t for you.
I told you I wanted to move to one of those small towns we visited together. I wanted to move to Elora but it would be too hard on my soul.. I see you everywhere when I walk down those streets.
But I am moving to another small town, not as beautiful but I think you would like it.
I remember telling you how I felt like my real life, the life I am supposed to be living is happening somewhere else, without me and that I fear I will never start living it. I think that’s going to change now.. I just wish you could be part of it.
I miss you.. it hurts how much I miss you.
I wish I could tell you everything that’s happened since we last spoke, so many good things and truthfully it’s because of you. You changed my life for the better and I can never repay you for that.
I only have one regret, that I never told you that I was falling in love with you.. maybe you knew.
When I’m walking around my new town, visiting book stores and art gallery’s, sipping on over priced coffee in a crowded coffee shop I will think of you and all the things we should have said.
Yours forever,
S.

Hey team,
Just making sure my build below isn't super stupid or missing anything obvious? I'm fairly set on the CPU/GPU combo but happy to take advice on the other parts. I'm somewhat limited as I need to get this from a specific retailer in New Zealand due to a deal through my work, which definitely limits my options. Especially on the MOBO as it looks like I can only really get the MSI one below or a selection of ASUS ones. I kinda want to shy away from ASUS due to recent shenanigans (looks like their problems have been sorted with BIOS updates?) but could probably be talked into their gear. Planning on running the RAM at 6000 with EXPO settings which is something fairly new to me.
The case is something I would like other options but this looks really sexy to me. I understand I need some case fans for it but those I will get separately. The H9 Flow looks similar and a good contender? Would prefer a full or mid tower as I'm too lazy to build small form factor PCs and I have the room.
Will be used for mainly gaming at 1440p 144hz or higher and I usually aim to have my PC last 4-5 years before upgrading unless absolutely needed. Also NZ prices suck, a lot. Kinda at my budget limit, could squeeze a little more if necessary. Any advice will be appreciated. Thanks!
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CPU	AMD Ryzen 7 7800X3D 4.2 GHz 8-Core Processor	$828.99 @ PB Technologies
CPU Cooler	Noctua NH-D15 chromax.black 82.52 CFM CPU Cooler	$209.99 @ PB Technologies
Motherboard	MSI PRO X670-P WIFI ATX AM5 Motherboard	$698.99 @ PB Technologies
Memory	G.Skill Trident Z5 Neo RGB 32 GB (2 x 16 GB) DDR5-6000 CL32 Memory	$269.00 @ PB Technologies
Storage	Gigabyte AORUS Gen5 1 TB M.2-2280 PCIe 5.0 X4 NVME Solid State Drive	$348.99 @ PB Technologies
Storage	Samsung 970 Evo Plus 2 TB M.2-2280 PCIe 3.0 X4 NVME Solid State Drive	$218.99 @ PB Technologies
Video Card	Sapphire PULSE Radeon RX 7900 XTX 24 GB Video Card	$2048.99 @ PB Technologies
Case	Lian Li O11D XL-W ATX Full Tower Case	$357.11
Power Supply	be quiet! Straight Power 11 1000 W 80+ Platinum Certified Fully Modular ATX Power Supply	$378.99
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I don't know where else to put this, but i hope some women here will understand what i mean and not take this in bad faith, because every time i try and talk about it, people just roll their eyes. this is pretty much a long vent about misogyny so here goes.
i am a pretty girl. not naturally, makeup + clothing choices + many years of money and effort put in to my appearance. but i am really only pretty when i make a concentrated effort. other times, im very average looking or less. and this has made me notice such a severe, disturbing difference in the way people treat pretty girls in all aspects of life.
what is it about society that feels so entitled to beauty in women? so entitled to my time, attention, and cooperation whenever im in public, simply for existing this way?
the amount of harassment i face daily is exhausting. the way i am looked at by men (like a piece of meat, a walking sex object) makes me want to throw up and go hide in my house. the way i am looked at by women (a stupid slut, a pathetic hooker) makes me want to curl up in a ball of shame. every day, men think they are entitled to my time, attention, kindness, and tolerance. i have a fake phone call line as my top contact, and constantly have to giggle and brush off blatantly predatory flirting as to not get murdered.
i wish i could be beautiful all alone in a room by myself. i like to get dressed up and stay in my house, sunbathe in my backyard. i wish i could be beautiful in this world and still be a human being. pretty girls do not get the privilege of invisibility. i feel like some sort of walking public art piece for others to look at and touch however they like, or an animal on the nature channel.
i will go out in high spirits, cheerful and comfortable in my beauty. a woman will tell me she loves my haircut, and i will smile. a man will compliment my tattoo, and continue walking, and i will glow. but then a group of men will pass by, the hungry looks on their faces making my stomach sink, and i feel their eyes still on my back even when i have passed. a pair of women will stare as i walk by, and as i stop to check my phone, i hear one whisper "how much do you think she paid for THOSE?" men act as though i am required to humor them constantly because i know what i look like, and i should be flattered by their attention. i am not even free around women, they treat me as a competitor or as someone privileged and ungrateful. i wish i could only allow my beauty to be seen by those i choose. i hate how people taint it with their preconceived notions.
and i will not pretend being a pretty girl gives you certain advantages sometimes; once in a while i will get a free drink from my local starbucks, someone will hold the door for me, or reach up to a shelf where i can't in a store. but overall these things are never as frequent as what i have to use it for. being pretty is just a protection sometimes, a way to allow me to giggle and flirt my way out of terrifying situations.
i wish i could be pretty and live my life as such without the rest of the world taking it as an invitation to make assumptions and harass me.
again please don't take any of this in bad faith please. i've just gotten really frustrated over the last couple years with how people treat me constantly and how whenever i try and talk about it i'm told that it isnt a real problem. obviously the ultimate problem here is misogyny but it's a weirdly specific facet so i wondered if anyone else knows what im talking about. sorry for the long vent, i hope someone reading this understands what i mean

Firstly, I am in Ontario, Canada and I am aware of all the laws around licensing, motorcycle safety courses etc. I am still in the very early stages of looking at bikes and am open to everything you guys have to say.
So a little context on who I am and my knowledge of bikes. I have not yet taken any courses and my very limited experience is on one of those Walmart pit bikes. I'm 5'10 175lbs M 24 years old and have always been interested in bikes and have a few friends who ride (who are sadly now scattered across the country so it isn't quite possible for them to help teach me all the ins and outs kinda thing). My mom is very anti-motorcycle but my dad used to ride before he met her and is comfortable enough to occasionally jump on one of my uncle's 1000rr when she isn't looking. I believe that I am quite responsible and I will respect the bike I ride, but not quite enough to trust myself on a sport bike and for that reason I want something I can have fun on but not be tempted to enter race mode in my head LOL. At the same time I want something that I am able to grow into and not feel a desperate need to upgrade in the first few years of riding it.
The type of riding I am interested in is more of a country/forest road cruise. I already know of a few areas around me that have beautiful hilly, windy roads through the forests (generally 80 km/h / 50 mph limits, I don't plan to go too much faster than that). To me it would be more of a relaxation ride to take in the weather and scenery than an adrenaline rush but I would still like to be able to get a little adrenaline going from time to time.
I've always loved the look of classic bikes, such as the 1970 BMW R75/5, but want the safety features of new bikes such as ABS. A Honda/Ducati dealership opened near my house and of course I had to check it out. They had a new Ducati Scrambler Nightshift that I absolutely love the look of. I am worried that the 803cc 73hp engine would be a lot to handle for a beginner bike but the salesman was saying how it may sound intimidating but is a surprisingly beginner friendly bike. He also mentioned how it is very important to have a bike that fits your body and I honestly did feel the most comfortable sitting on that bike. At the end of the day, I know he's a salesman and has a job to do.
Knowing a little about me and what I like, I am just wondering if there are any recommendations that are maybe a little more budget friendly and/or beginner friendly.
Thank you!

Hello everyone
I started mountainbiking a little while ago and was rather sad to realize that there are practically no real MTB trails anywhere nearby. So I came up with few questions I'd like to ask to find out what are the options and why are certain things the way they are.
To clarify, I live in Bayern in a village with a forest nearby with pretty good descends. There is a military installment in part of the forest, in the other part, trees are being cut down.

1. Would it be possible to build a small biking trail? Meaning creating a single track with few small features for training like smaller jumps, maybe a berm or two. I wouldn't cut down any trees, mostly just use a shovel to move a bit of dirt to create said features.
2. If it would be possible, who should I contact to get the permission to do so? I do not know if the civilian part of the forest is privately owned, I practically have no idea about any sort of ownership of those lands and of course I'm not going to go nor try to build anything near the military installment.
3. Last question is not really about trail building, maybe adjustments. Why are there so many anti MTB obstacles? I have been on a trail, very beautiful one, that had trees deliberately thrown across the trail. I had to get down of my bike, at time, if I was riding a bit faster it could even be dangerous for me as I might not be able to stop in time. These trees are not removable just by hand, could I maybe use a saw to cut it and put it away? I suppose not but I'd prefer these trails to be safe for everyone and I saw several bikers on these trails.

To be clear, the trail I was thinking about building really wouldn't be anything crazy and I would do absolute minimum in regards to the terrain. Probably just use dirt to create humps for jumping and some berms, my goal is to have a practice course nearby where I can learn a bit more and I'd absolutely love to have more people both work on it and use it for fun.
In regards to the obstacles on trails, I really don't know why would people deliberately do that as I have seen many if not all bikers be very kind and careful in regards to hikers. Interestingly enough, the trails where the obstacles were present are trail where you can't even really go crazy and have to ride carefully while a trail with jumps, steep descends, roots etc were well cleared and I met more hikers on those parts than on the others that had trees, branches etc all over the place.
Thanks for the answers.

A ballcock (also balltap or float valve) is a mechanism or machine for filling water tanks, such as those found in flush toilets, while avoiding overflow and (in the event of low water pressure) backflow. The modern ballcock was invented by José Antonio de Alzate y Ramírez, a Mexican priest and scientist, who described the device in 1790 in the Gaceta de Literatura Méxicana.[1] The ballcock device was patented in 1797 for use in steam engines by Edmund Cartwright.[2][3]
It consists of a valve connected to a hollow, sealed float by means of a lever mounted near the top of the tank. The float is often ball-shaped, hence the name ballcock. The valve is connected to the incoming water supply, and is opened and closed by the lever which has the float mounted on the end. When the water level rises, the float rises with it; once it rises to a pre-set level, the mechanism forces the lever to close the valve and shut off the water flow. This is an example of negative feedback and of proportional control.
Flush Toilets
When the handle of a flush toilet with a tank is turned, a discharge mechanism is activated by means of a rod or chain. The mechanism may be a flapper valve, which is designed to sink more slowly than the water, which will exit to the toilet bowl below, so that the tank may empty. As the tank water level drops, the float descends and actuates the fill valve. Water is fed to the tank to replenish its supply, and a smaller flow is directed into the overflow tube to refill the bowl. Once the flapper valve closes, the water flow from the fill valve continues until the tank level again reaches the fill line.
A typical US gravity toilet tank
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The handle is pressed and the flush cycle begins. The flapper has closed, and the tank refills within seconds.

1. float, 2. fill valve, 3. lift arm, 4. tank fill tube, 5. bowl fill tube, 6. flush valve flapper,
   
2. overflow tube, 8. flush handle, 9. chain, 10. fill line, 11. fill valve shaft, 12. flush tube
   

Note: These diagrams represent a configuration typical in the USA, mechanisms may vary in other countries[citation needed].
Siphon valve
Another discharge mechanism, common in the United Kingdom, is a siphon (or syphon). The rod or chain lifts a piston that pulls an initial charge of water up into the siphon. When the column of water passes over the siphon bend and starts to fall down the exit pipe, the siphon action continues to empty the tank until the water in the tank falls below the siphon intake.
Ballcock valve
Toward the end of the discharge process, the ballcock responds to the drop in water level and refills the tank. Should the float or valve fail and allow the water level to exceed the fill line, the water will pour into the overflow tube and out to the bowl (in the flapper valve type) or to an outside drain (in the siphon type). Although this does not stop the wastage of water, it avoids the flooding that would otherwise occur after a single-point valve failure. Typically the fill valve is secured by a ballcock shank washer, which prevents leakage from the supply line.
These devices are sold at most hardware, plumbing supply, and home improvement stores.
Delay valves are becoming more common in the UK, which delay the filling until the level has dropped to a low level. This avoids short-cycling of the water supply.

The black gate was defended & minas ithil was near mordor.
I know the gate was attacked and defeated, and then Minas ithil became Minas Morgul. What I dont understand (and google just wont help me,) is how was sauron able to build an entire army under the noses of gondor?
The second there was ANY indication, every army should've drive in and wiped them out.
Was gondor just oblivious? Did they not care? What happened?
EDIT: I haven't watched Ring of power. So my apologies if this ever gets answered in that show.

LONG post ahead.
Female, early 20s. I grew up in a rural area with very few people. My group of friends consisted of one (1) other girl because there were no other kids our age. I came to to city to school and didn't know... anything. It was an adventure for me to go to the supermarket alone and pay at those "fancy" cash registers. Going out for coffee or pubs or clubs or wherever my classmates went was out of the question because I had very little money, not enough to buy drinks or fast food etc or any clothes to wear to parties. That and also the fact that I was very reserved because of the new city, school, classmates, teachers, everything that came with it.... it was overwhelming. I think I was depressed. Every morning, the first thing I did was list good things (no test today, I can make some fries to day, they're my fav food, nothing bad happened at work today, I ate twice) to have reasons to live. I even had a little notebook at some point for it, but gave up on it cause it felt like I was too desperately clinging to life and the physical reminder made it harsher.
I tried to improve. I wasn't exactly outgoing but for me there were improvements. I signed up for extracurriculars, I started convos with classmates, I made 3 close friends in my class that I talked to a lot and hung out with. By the end of high school I think I wasn't seen as that much of a recluse... people would note how I get along with everyone in class (not close to anyone besides those 3), how I was so smart, the pretty girls even complimented my clothes (smth I had been been insecure about cause they were mostly hand-me-downs or from a cheap store that I had heard them ridicule). They would ask me why I'm at that school and not at X or Y (biggest/best in the city).
I got a job straight out of high school so that I wouldn't financially burden my parents so much. It requires talking to people of basically all ages and from all walks of life and so I think I'm not THAT bad at socializing anymore. I can also afford better clothes and skincare. I don't know how to be objective about looks but I think I'm ok?? Not outstandingly beautiful but not repulsive either. I don't get compliments from people for my looks a lot (actually I do but coming from a single person, my friend lol) so there's that. Because of the type of job I have and the fact I like to read, people think I'm smart. So, again trying to be objective, I get the feeling that people generally see me as nice, smart/educated and quiet which gets me labeled as either boring or intimidating. My apparently "dry" and "sarcastic" sense of humor adds to the latter. It kinda hurts cause people say "I can't imagine you crying" or "I didn't know you could smile/laugh like that" which hurts cause I have feelings?? I'm not a shadow on this earth.
But, that's the thing, I feel like there's a glass wall between me and the world, like I'm in a showcase in a store. People see me, they might like me, but no one goes into the shop. I made new friends at uni and at work, and kind of lost those I made in high school (simply fell out of touch because I had an epiphany one day scrolling through the group chat that 90% all the convos were started by me.) I'm no one's "best friend", more like work-friend or classmate. I'm there, barely noticed. One of my fantasies it someone getting asked to do smth with their friends/someone else but they refuse cause they had plans with or prefer to spend time with me. But I know I can't cry about feeling lonely while only waiting for others to make the first step, so I constantly make the first step and end up cry for being rejected (not always, but my brain dramatizes) or feeling like a bother.
The final push to post this was that today I was walking down the street and a guy?? Asked me for my number??? I was floored, I had thought he wanted to ask for directions or smth. Again, I don't want to cry about being alone while pushing ppl away so I gave it to him but bruhhhh fuck if I know what to say if he does text me. I was very awkward anyway, maybe he won't.
So I don't know, this just sort of broke a straw in me cause someone saw me and yeah. Idk.

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I have 3 displays. center is the main, lefthand does double duty between laptop and desktop (hdmi to laptop, displayport to desktop gpu, never unplugged), and the righthand is static.
Today, when I disconnected the lefthand display (virtually in Windows display settings, it is still physically connected), the main center display started having this issue where the screen would go black seemingly randomly (every 2-60 seconds, for about 1.5 seconds) I wouldn't describe it as flickering as it isn't that rapid. The only way I can make it go away is to reconnect the righthand display in windows...
I tried:
changing ports on the gpu
different cables
different power supplies for the afflicted monitor
changing the monitors refresh rates
disabling all non Microsoft services
DDU and reinstall nvidia driver
swapping in a known good gpu
testing the afflicted monitor on another system
No matter the configuration, it only occurs on the center display the only way I can get it to go away is to reconnect the 3rd monitor, then the issue disapears.
The fact that it goes away when I reconnect the 3rd monitor or connect that monitor to another system makes me think that it is not the display itself malfunctioning... but I have subbed in everything else. The only thing that I can think of is that there is something going on with Windows 11's multiple display handling. Am I fucking crazy? I am just going to reinstall Windows at this point because it's been a minute anyway, but that feels like a cop out.
Specs:
Windows 11 pro
3070
32gb ram
Ryzen 3700x
2x LG 27" 2560x1440-144hz
1x LG 32" 2560x1440-165hz

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If you talk to any number of super hot girls and approach them, you will start to see one thing over and over - she is going to test you. If you fail these tests, you will not hook up with her. Period. You will join the piles of men she's had to reject because they weren't confident enough.The GOOD news is, that there is a way to pass these tests nearly 100% of the time.
Most really hot girls' tests are enough to make men run away with their tails between their legs. If you know the technique to passing, then you are going to be in the VERY small percentage of guys who make it through her defenses and are actually sexual candidates.
If you don't know this one secret technique, you will fail these tests and never gain entrance into the world of attracting and sleeping with truly beautiful women.
These tests can be one of two types: compliance tests or congruence tests. Today, we are talking about compliance tests. First, let me explain a bit more about these tests and WHY hot women NEED them.
A compliance test is an act or a statement that checks to see if you are going to do whatever she wants. If you comply, she will have gained control over the conversation, the interaction, and you. It seems like they want you to fail these tests so they have the power, right?
Fortunately, that is not the case. When women give compliance tests, they really do want you to pass them. It is their way of filtering out a truly confident, attractive guy from the rest. It may sound strange, but beautiful women honestly can't just look at a guy and say "he's good-looking, therefore he's attractive." They need much more because they are approached by so many different types of guys. A really attractive girl will get hit on 10-15 times A DAY.
That's 3,650 times a year (conservatively) that an attractive woman is hit on. She will start to see patterns in the ways guys behave if they are actually confident or not, and that has nothing to do with looks.
The compliance test is really a test to see whether or not they're going to be able to get away with whatever they want. Why do you want to test this? Well, they want to find out whether or not you're used to beautiful women hitting on you or whether or not you're used to being with beautiful women.
This is a very crucial concept. If you are used to being with beautiful women, you will not bend over backward for a beautiful woman just because she wants something. Instead, you will respond in a way that sort of puts the compliance back on her.
Beautiful women are guaranteed to give you compliance tests and if you fail the compliance tests, you are guaranteed not to attract them. So it's very crucial that you learn this.
How do you recognize compliance tests? Basically, look for any demand that she gives you within a short time of meeting that seems small, but gets you to follow.
One very classic compliance test is "buy me a drink."
Women go for the throat here when you're in the bar because they don't have a whole lot of time to figure out who is attracted and who is confident, who's not. How you respond to "buy me a drink" is very crucial when you're in a bar.
There are other small things like "Why don't you wait here while I go to the bathroom." or "Give me a kiss on the cheek" or even "Will you take a picture for us?"
Anything that seems kind of harmless is typically a compliance test especially if it's from a really beautiful woman and you don't want to deny the compliance test, what you want to do is take control over it and add your own terms.
For example, if someone says, "Take our pictures." Then you will say, "Okay, I will but I want you to take one picture for you and one picture of how I asked you to take it." So if they refused to do this, and you go, "Alright, well find some other guy."
You will actually find some other guy to take the camera and say, "Hey man, can you take their picture?" And you just have them take your picture.But usually, they will say okay fine, you take the picture and you go "Okay, now I want you to give me a sexy look." Then take their picture. "Okay now, make a silly face", and take a picture. And continue to make them do different pictures as long as you can think of them.
Essentially what you're doing now is you are getting compliance from them. This is crucial. This is called flipping the script and you will hear a lot about this. Flipping the script is one of the most powerful things that you can do to a woman that you don't know and it will create a massive amount of intrigue and a massive amount of attraction that will be built.
So from now on, know and recognize when women is giving you a compliance test. Don't stop and don't reject the compliance test. Add your own terms.
When you start doing this, you are going to see the truly beautiful women in the bar start to treat you in a completely different way. You can actually watch other guys approach, get shot down and see it ruin their nights as you can easily navigate the sea of compliance tests and come out looking like a rockstar, making her more and more attracted to you since you're the kind of guy who won't just do exactly what she wants.
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Ahoy, me hearties! Set sail for adventure with the latest update to the piratical game. This update brings a boatload of new items to sell, buy, and equip! Prepare to navigate treacherous seas and cunning markets as a more complex pricing system is introduced. It now takes into account the initial product value, your trading skill, and ever-changing regional taxes. Remember, the more items of the same type sold simultaneously, the lower the profits! But fear not, for the ship's speed calculation system has been revamped as well. Now, factors like sail statistics, wind velocity, and wave heights all play a crucial role. And that's just the tip of the iceberg! Read on to discover more exciting changes in this swashbuckling 0.5 update!
Patch Notes:

1. Plunderous Markets: Tons of new items have been added for you to sell, buy, and equip!
2. Intricate Pricing: The value of goods in the market is now determined by a complex formula. It takes into account the initial product price, your trading skill, and the fluctuating regional tax rates. Keep a weather eye on those prices, matey!
3. Supply and Demand: When multiple items of the same type are sold simultaneously, the profits will be reduced. Keep your wits sharp to maximize your gains!
4. Ship Speed Overhaul: The ship's speed calculation system has been improved. Beyond sail statistics, wind speed, and wave heights now play a vital role in your vessel's velocity.
5. Expanded Inventory: Avast ye! A new, more capacious inventory has been introduced to store all your pirate plunder!
6. Coral Collecting: Venture into the third quadrant to discover and collect corals that can be sold for a pretty penny!
7. Wandering Merchants: Beware the wandering merchants who offer random goods at variable prices. It's up to you to decide if the deal is worth your precious doubloons!
8. Shattered Sales Issues: Numerous bugs related to item sales have been fixed, ensuring a smoother transaction experience.
9. Booty Bucks Boost: Kickstart your pirate career! At the start of each game, you'll be bestowed with 300 Booty Bucks. Now you can embrace the merchant's life as well as the life of a pirate!
10. Harmonious Harmonies: The in-game music volume has been slightly lowered, ensuring it won't overpower your adventurous escapades.
11. Leyland and Booty's Bonanza: Leyland and Booty now feature two types of shops that appear randomly each day. Each rank presents two different stores, though their inventory may vary. Check back daily to see what they have on offer!
12. Whales Rejoice: An issue with whale spawning in the second quadrant has been resolved. Prepare for majestic encounters!

Known Issues: Currently, some items lack descriptions. Efforts are being made to rectify this.
Combat:

1. Rebalanced Parameters: Almost all combat parameters have been rebalanced, creating a more engaging and challenging experience.
2. Damage Script 2.0: The damage script has been upgraded to version 2.0, ensuring more precise and satisfying combat encounters.
3. Hull Upgrades Ahoy! Introducing a new equipment type: the ship's hull! This addition modifies your vessel's resistance, speed, and evasion, making it an indispensable part of your arsenal.

And there you have it, matey! The Swashbuckler's Update 0.5 brings forth a plunderous overhaul, with new items, improved mechanics, and a refreshed combat system. Prepare to set sail and conquer the seas with a hearty "Yo ho ho!"
PirrratesAndCannons [v. 0.5] - Sails, Sales, and Swashbuckling Update by padadu (itch.io)

Tdlr: I am tired of the huge ass competitiom on token sites, of the dictatorship they have on these algorithms only sending the clients w most money to people in the Usa, EUR or the very high standart of blondes, brunettes and asians w very fair skin. I am light skin but lbrs, I am not white. I have olive skin, I speak english pretty damn well but most gringos will always look down upon us and choose to pays us less cuz they think we are cheap and $10 USD bucks a day is enough to live like a Queen on any latin american country.
This is not an attack to any of these models btw, it is just how it is. I figured since I am inside beauty standarts of my own country and they be paying on my owm currency dudes would loosen up their pockets a lil bit more. I have no problem showing my face, asked staff to geo block my state and at this point I have no fucks given about ppl knowing what I do because it's my only job. I just want to put huge numbers (like 4k BRL which is what I did on my good old MFC days) to back up my choosen line of work and be able to provide more for myself than just food and bills.
My best days on token sites have been around $50 if I am blessed enough and that's barely enough for a supermarket haul. Leave alone nice clothes, helping my momma w bigger bills, I want so much stuff I wanna do (like paint my room walls, do a nosejob and working on intl sites for almost an year is not getting me anywhere near that).
I would very much appreciate your insight and help.

I’ve recently broke up with my gf, which I suspect has BPD and I feel f*cking awful.
She was really insecure and needy, she needed a lot of love and validation, but I couldn’t give it to her. I was afraid of commitment and felt like the relationship was suffocating me. I know that relationships with people with BPD are really hard, but I feel like we could have made it work if it wasn’t for my fear of commitment and my second thoughts about if I actually want to be with her or not…. She loved me like no one else did, I was the center of her world, while she wasn’t the center of mine.
I didn’t give her the love and affection that she needed. Although I was always supportive of her struggles, I cried with her when she cried and hugged her and told her that everything is going to be alright, wiped tears of her face, told her that I’m always here for her, reassured her that I’m not going to leave, encouraged her to go to therapy and promised to help with her mental struggles, but other than that I was a shit partner… I failed to make her feel loved. I wasn’t nearly as invested into the relationship as she was… I didn’t prioritise heour relationship and sometimes came across like I don’t care about her… I was also overly critical; she did hard drugs at parties and I criticised her for it too many times when it was just none of my business.
Soon after we broke up, I realised that although she was really emotionally demanding, I was the shit/toxic one. I apologised many times and wanted to make things right; told her many times that I’m terribly sorry for every time I made her feel bad and unloved and that I love her and care for her deeply… but it was too late. I never wanted to hurt her and more than anything I want her to be happy… I care deeply for her, I really do.
But her happiness is out of my control now and I’m really worried about her because I know how unstable she can be… I could have helped her, but I failed, I was a shit boyfriend.
I’m terribly sorry V., I love you and I want you to be happy more than anything… I wish you find happiness with your new boyfriend, I hope he can be a better boyfriend than me and I hope he will make you happy and not cause you pain like I did. You deserve to be happy, you deserve to be loved, more than anyone else and just please stay safe, look after yourself and don’t do anything stupid… you are the most beautiful human being I have ever met, and I failed you… I’m sorry.
TL;DR: I realised I was the toxic one and I’m devastated. I should have been a better boyfriend… should have prioritised our relationship, but I didn’t.

I never replay games. I’m more of a one and done it kind of guy, but something about ATB’s gameplay and story compelled me to play it not once, not twice, but four times at the time of writing. It certainly helps that the game is short (although I think the universal praise of The Outer Wilds demonstrates that this isn’t a bad thing).
My latest playthrough clocked in at ~35 minutes at the time of writing in order to get the Toot Sweet achievement. Ironically, this exact pursuit of achievements led me to get the Librarian achievement and, ultimately, finally read all the story notes chronologically.
Notwithstanding, ATB is a nauseatingly haunting game on harder difficulties. The monster is deadly, the resources are scarce, the tone is grim, and the darkness encompasses it all. Above all of this, the story is worth telling and I posit that the game’s genre, coupled with the Amnesia brand being notoriously terrifying if PewDewPie is to be believed, will prevent a lot of people from playing it. That’s such a shame.
Without further obfuscation, I want to encourage you to play the game; immerse yourself in its world and discover its truth for yourself. Your appreciation for the story will only compound the more time you spend stalking the halls of the unnamed bunker it takes place in.
For those of you that don’t care to play it, but appreciate a good story, read ahead. SPOILER WARNING.
ATB’s story begins before the player ever takes control of the protagonist, Henri Clemont, a Soldier in the French Army at the Battle of Pozieres during World War I.
April 1916 – Toussaint Beaufoy – What Could Be Worse than War?
On 2 April, 1916, Henri’s embattled unit receives orders to dig their bunker deeper so that their chain of command can laud it as a symbol of French patriotism and eventual victory in the war.
The calamity of World War I, having already wrought havoc on the bodies and minds of Henri’s unit, is only intensified by these foolhardy orders. This bunker is destined to become “a rancid, stinking pit. A void, a hole. Full of men, scared and confused.”
Eight days later, on 10 April, Henri’s compatriot, Toussaint Beaufoy, pens a poem We Whirl the World that reflects on the grim events of the war and foreshadows the events of the game.

We whirl the world
The world we whirl
It all gets lost in a terrible twirl
Can’t see the sun for all the smoke
Can’t see the ground for all the dead folk
Can’t see the ocean, can’t see the trees
So I stay here down on my knees
We whirl the world
The world we whirl
It all gets lost in a binding twirl
A snarl in the dark
A sad day in the park
A stone reminder
A horse’s dirty blinder
A child’s empty hand
A friend’s stained armband
The news of the day on the stand
We whirl the world
The world we whirl
It all gets lost in a bloody twirl
What comes next around the bend?
Maybe it’ll be some kind of end
More likely another shrill, shrill whistle,
Magic that turns men into gristle.
We whirl the world
The world we whirl
It all gets lost and still we twirl

Henri’s unit begins digging and on 30 April, another soldier, Alex Noyer, extrapolates on why the unit has been ordered to dig: the bunker lay atop Roman ruins that extend towards the German lines. The command wants to use these prebuilt tunnels to launch a surprise attack on the enemy. However, Noyer’s interest lay more in the archaeological significance of the dig.
With the dig well underway, the other soldiers begin to experience haunting symptoms. Notably, Beaufoy, who witnesses some horror on the night of 5 May, that shatters his psyche. He refuses to discuss what he witnessed with anybody, yet he revels in it; “I want to go back to that place. I want to feel that way. I want the violence and the ecstasy and the pitch-black darkness.”
May 1916 - Alex Noyer’s Journal - Digging Up a Dark Secret
A week later (9 May), Noyer is presented with archaic texts uncovered during the digging. He begins to read them and discovers the texts are not of typical Roman writings. Rather, the texts are religiously significant repeating the phrase “to cross into darkness and beyond.”
These texts originated from a people that believed they found the key to immortality, a blessing bestowed upon them from some “other world… dominated by darkness… ruled by something…” These damned texts went on to describe this world as “full of spirits, monsters and that the air there was endlessly alive with cries of torment and the sickly rattle of souls near death.”
The tunnels that the men were digging were used by this ancient people as a portal to this “pagan hell.”
This manifested in our world as the need for the followers to commit sickening acts that appealed to the primal instincts of humanity; “blood orgies, of sadistic spirits, of the awful things these men and women would do to each other in worship of darkness” and a magical liquid that would grant the believer’s immortality in darkness.
Noyer enters the tunnels sometime on 14 May, and discovers more of the cursed history of the tunnels. “The Romans used these tunnels to hold sadistic bacchanals, great festivals of cruel combat, torture and worse... held in an arena over a great pit.” His command writes him off as paranoid, and Noyer resolves to enter the tunnels.
On 25 May, Noyer is recovered after screaming in the damp excavation sight until his vocal cords were annihilated – alive but utterly terrified.
June 1916 - Farber - Am I Out of Touch? No, It’s the Soldiers Who Are Wrong.
Noyer warns his brother-in-arms about the texts and truth of the ruins they are excavating. As the truth and panic spread, the Command begins punishing those who speak of the more sinister presence that is permeating the halls of the bunker.
Throughout the month of May, the soldiers are gripped with a waking terror that seeps into their dreams, all the while having to fight a war notorious for its brutality. Noyer writes, “we’re stuck between the Germans in front of us, high command behind us, and some other horrible force that seems to lurk in shadows all around us. I fear we are now truly beyond God’s reach.”
Rumors of the truth that Noyer uncovered begin to spread amongst the men. Despite taking the assertions of the malevolent presence seriously, the command chooses to contain the panic through force.
Incensed by Noyer’s ominous warnings, a rebellion is formed on 28 May with a soldier only known as “Farber” at its helm. The mission is simple: contain the evil of the tunnels by sabotaging the digging efforts with a cave in. Farber notes that each of the five recruits is exceptionally eager to end the waking nightmare, particularly Beaufoy.
Their efforts are successful and the soldiers experience a brief abatement from the ever-present fear, only to be discovered and subsequently tortured by their Commanding Officers, Reynard and Delpy. None are spared the persecution, save for Beaufoy, who is presumed to have been killed in the blast that undoes the dig. The last thing any other soldier saw of him was Beaufoy telling them he had “other work to do,” whilst pointing to his own eyes.
Despite the ordeal, no participant reveals Farber as the mastermind, and Farber is forever indebted to the brotherhood.
The officers of the unit do four things in the wake of this unthinkable act of insubordination: (1) abandon the tunnel, (2) punish the conspirators, (3) send the remaining men on dangerous combat patrols and (4) order more wine. No lesson learned, no warning heed.
Of minor note, on the evening of 30 June, after one such combat patrol, a German prisoner is captured. Small recompense for the men routinely thrown into the meat grinder of enemy machine guns and command tribunals.
July 1916 – Henri Clément – Buddy Fucker with a Conscious
Another such raid is ordered on 8 July, and Henri has a plan to not go. Henri and his best friend, Augustin Lambert, decide that the winner of a game of chance will not have to risk their life this evening and the other will go in their friend’s place. Henri cheats, rationalizing it as a harmless prank, condemning Lambert to endure the battlefield once more. Henri is sure Lambert will return, unscathed, and cannot wait to see the look on his face when he learns what Henri did.
Only, Lambert doesn’t return. As the dusk of 8 July turns into dawn, Henri is wrought with guilt. He resolves to recover his friend. It is here, that the player finally takes control of the protagonist.
Henri discovers Lambert at the bottom of a pit. Not a crater from artillery, a borderline incomprehensibly large depression. Henri makes his way down and renders aid to his battered, but alive, compatriot. Henri gathers water from the pit, and nurses his friend before they attempt to escape.

Patrol Report – 10 July 1916
Odd occurrences last night. Sdt. Lambert, thought dead after his patrol on the 8th, returned to the barracks in fine health. He carried with him Sdt. Clément – severely wounded from an explosion.
Lambert reports the following:
-That midway through his patrol on the 8th he fell into a deep crater and was unable to escape.
-Clément, his close friend, snuck out after him last night, located him in the crater, and carried him out.
-They were spotted and in the ensuing attack, Clément was injured by an explosion. It fell on Lambert to carry him back.
Very odd that Lambert was neither injured from the fall nor the explosion AND that he ended up saving the man who came to save him.
But battlefield luck is an odd thing. In every life, fate’s winds blow erratic.
Judging by Lambert’s description, the crater he fell into seems to have been located very close to the Roman tunnels we unearthed. It may have been a result of work down there.
Recommend a future patrol to investigate and make sure we have not opened a backdoor into our own bunker.

Henri remains comatose for ten(?) days.
July 1916 – Augustin Lambert – The Nightmare Is Only Beginning
Lambert, having dodged death, reflects on the events of his ill-fated patrol. His loss of hope at the bottom of the inescapable pit, and the angelic reprieve he received from Henri. He notes how the water Henri nursed him with “was cool and crisp, with a strange, sweet taste. Never has water felt more nourishing than that, administered by a dear friend’s hand.”
Despite surviving, Lambert’s survival is dampened by the loss of a toy he bought for his son – the toy he believes to be in the pit where he almost lost his life.
Lambert grows stronger by the day. However, with Lambert’s return, so do the haunts that plagued his fellow Soldiers. Scratching at the walls and an overt ghostly howling emanates throughout the halls at night.
July 1916 – Stéphane Joubert – Oh Yeah, The Murders.
The first to fall Reynard on 15 July. Hardly a loss after his treatment of the soldiers, but certainly a catalyst for even further distrust.
Stéphane Joubert, another officer, reflects on the evening of the murder in his journal. He had heard a commotion in the hallway, but assumed it be Reynard drunk on his secret stash of wine. No one was aware anything was wrong until they heard the screaming. He is concerned for the harshness in which his fellow officers treat the men, particularly in the wake of this death.
The remaining officers interrogate the men, after all, a murderer was so clearly amongst them.
Paranoia grips the men, who are the prime suspects due to their contempt for Reynard. But the brutality and sadistic nature of the murder was beyond the pale? The autopsy read:

Body of Sgt. Reynard.
Multiple lacerations. Chest cavity torn to shreds. Every rib cracked. Skull cracked open by repeated blunt force trauma.
Who could have done this to him?

Amid the violence, Farber, driven mad by the resurgence of the haunting presence, resolves to kill it himself to atone for being the only man left unpunished for the tunnel sabotage. When the evil presence, emboldened by the murder of Reynard, returns, Farber is there. He shoots the Beast and it retreats into the shadows.
But it did not forget. It returned ten minutes later and pulled Farber into the wall, “screaming… praying for salvation.”
The men note something familiar about the Beast as it continues to hunt them; like it knows who they are.
The officers abandon the men, escaping and blowing the entrance to the bunker behind them – condemning the soldiers to evisceration by an unkillable force. Joubert, the only bastion of morality amongst the officers, is among the escapees all the same He leaves the men one chance at salvation.

Fournier, our commanding officer!, cowers next to me now. He’s lost his mind to an abyss of fear…
He wants to run, to blow up the exit behind him.. Sealing the demon down here… The demon AND our men.
His constant refrain, it is getting to me… and that same void of terror… it is also overtaking me.
To any of my men who see this: once we’re free of this place, I will get the arsenal code from him. I will get it and I will radio it back to you.
Trapped down here with that beast, the arsenal may be your only hope. It’s all I can do. All I have courage to do…
Get to the communications room in the Soldier Quarters. Hide there. I’ll broadcast the code to you.
-Joubert

The men, responded to such hollow words:

The officers have abandoned us! They ran from the beast and blew the exit closed behind them. Even Joubert…
They called us cowards and traitors and worse… Hypocrites. Now they’ve doomed us.
Whatever hell we suffer now, it is on them. God will punish them for what they’ve done.

July 1916 – Henri Clément – The Game Begins
The game begins with Henri awakening in the hospital bed from comatose state. He doesn’t remember the past, but that’s why we have spent about 2400 words going over that. The gameplay of Amnesia is self-explanatory – gather resources, avoid the monster, escape.
In order to accomplish this goal Henri has several sub objectives that, for convenience, we’ll cover in two parts: Get the Dynamite and Get the Detonation Handle. This isn’t a walk through, every playthrough of the game is different, but you learn the fates of several characters through extrapolating on the relationship between the notes and the game itself. Play the game and get stalked by the monster for the horror experience.
Get the Dynamite (Located in the Armory):
· Located in the armory, Henri first needs to retrieve a code to unlock said armory. The code, you recall, Joubert promised to broadcast to the soldiers. After solving the daisy chain issue in the Soldier’s Quarters and finding the requisite key, Henri makes his way to the communication room. Joubert is true to his word, he is still broadcasting the code. Henri can now retrieve the dynamite.
Get the Detonator Handle (Located in the Tunnels):
· First order of business is to recover a ratchet wrench that allows access into the Prisoner Control room in the Prison section of the bunker. The wrench is in Foreman Stafford’s locker, but you’ll have to find the code. Henri discovers that Stafford made his way to the Bunker’s Pillbox as a means of escape. However, the Pillbox is locked with the only key being in the bunker’s Chapel. Henri makes his way to the chapel to uncover an unholy display of twisted bodies – an achievement pops up revealing this is the Beast’s nest. In the confessional, Henri discovers the priest (otherwise insignificant to the story) nailed to the wall. He recovers the key and returns to the Pillbox. At the top, Stafford is there, a bullet through the eye from an enemy sniper – a grim reminder that you’re still fighting a war.
· The wrench is to help gain access to the Captured German Prisoner’s cell, left abandoned; Geneva Convention be damned. What we want in the cell is a pair of bolt cutters that had been used to torture the prisoner. Opening his cell alerts the monster, whom promptly murders the poor prisoner (although there is a slightly happier disposition in which you retrieve the bolt cutters before the Beast gets to him – are you quick enough to save his life? Do you even want to?)
· The bolt cutters grant access to the chained-shut tunnels. The haunted tunnels. The Pagan Hell. Ghostly apparitions due exist down here skulking the fog teasing you with the evil you’ve read so much about. Impossible rock formations alongside Roman statues and columns, this place is truly unearthly. But then you hear a voice, the first voice you’ve heard since the prisoner you couldn’t understand died. “We whirl the world…” Its Beaufoy, whom has gouged his own eyes out and roams the fog with a shotgun and homicidal intent – still more work to do. He will kill you, so you must put your fellow soldier down. Is it better this way? At least that shotgun is yours now *finger guns*.
· If you explore a little more, after finding the detonator handle, you’ll find a small tunnel that leads to the pit. The pit the game began in, the pit with the small rabbit toy Lambert lost. Shit, what happened to Lambert?
You retreat to the beginning of the game. Hook up the dynamite and blow it. Make your way to escape. You find yourself at a grand arena above a bottomless pit. With the Beast standing between you and salvation. Is there really a boss battle in this game? Winning it reveals the final truth.
Lambert is the monster. Your best friend, corrupted by the water you nursed into him to save his life. Presenting the toy to him prior to the final battle when he tries to kill you causes him to take it, run to his fucked-up chapel nest, and place it on a pedestal. There is still humanity there, and that’s why he recognized those he killed.
But this is a grand arena over a great pit, and losers go into the pit. Use the toy to hold the monster up on the destructible bridges and, while he plays with it, blast the bridge itself – pulling the literal floor out from underneath him – eternal darkness awaits.
Now flee, make your way to salvation. You see sunlight. You breach the rocks and roll down a slope into a pit of dead comrades. At least you’re free of that beast.
As you bask in the light you hear “SCHNELL, SCHNELL” and searchlights beginning to scan where you just fell from.
Fuck, you’re still in a war.
A grotesquely unsettling story of overcoming shitty circumstances and still losing. What’s that like an 8? Probably an 8.

So I (25F) just moved here like 3 years ago. This is a 7 floors building, there are approximately 20 apartments I believe and all of the neighbors are like really close to each other and know each other for decades and most of them are older than 40 fsr and had always lived here. I first move in with my former fiancé (27M), he is an extrovert and introduced himself to the other neighbors that same day. He is a physician assistant student and he immediately made some friends like a doctor from the 3rd floor and some nurse. When we first moved in I was going through a very bad depression episode. I was diagnosed with depression at 12, I used to handle it but at 21 I went to a traumatic experience (that actually lead me to move here from an apartment that I used to love) so when I was settling in I wasn't in the mood of meeting new neighbors or small talk so I never actually got to know them, but my ex fiancé did. I work from home so I dont usually hang around the building cause I almost never leave my apartment because of my social anxiety and my allergies to the weather of my country most of the year. My ex fiancé on the other hand was always coming and going so he met a lot of the neighbors when going to work or running errands.
So last year I was actually starting to feel kinda better and I began to leave my apartment more often to meet old friends etc. But my relationship with my fiancé was not going too well. We still loved and cared about each other but we weren't working as a couple, it got kinda platonic. We decided to end our relationship and to stop the wedding plans but we continued living together with no drama until he found a nice place to move. He decided that he would be the one who moves because the apartment was too far away from his work anyway and he didn't want me to stress out with another moving after all I went through. There was no rush from me, I wanted him to find his perfect place so he moved temporarily to the guest room and we were living peacefully almost as roommates while he kept looking for apartments. In my opinion we were even happier that way than as a couple. My mental health was improving. I started a new job, mostly from home but hybrid so I had some meetings and it involved some events I had to attend. I was going out the apartment more often and I started to run errands and go to the store almost as a normal person. I was doing my best effort. When I had to share the elevator with another neighbor they used to get really surprised by my presence. They all used to ask if I was visiting or if I was new in the building. I found rather odd the interrogations all the time but I just used to reply that I live in the 7th and that Ive been living here for 2 years now. They were at first usually shocked and then they were like oh yeah you're the physician's fiance. I never got the guts to correct them by saying I was his ex, mostly because he was still around and it just makes no sense so I would wait until he move out to do so.
But 6 months passed and my ex was no where near to move out. It was ok to me to stay as roommates and I didn't felt like it was a big deal that the neighbors believe that we were still a couple. He never corrected them either when they asked him stuff like when was gonna be the wedding. But at that time Ive just met someone at an event from work that I was really into (24M). He asked me out and we went to a few dates that were amazing. There was an awesome connection and we started dating.
We usually hang up at his place because my apartment is kinda far anyway and also I didn't knew how to tell him the situation with my ex/roommate. After 2 months dating I already knew I wanted a relationship with him, I was happier than ever I never had felt that way before, we were both so truly in love so I told him everything and he was totally fine with that and he understood that it was not uncommon for exs to live together for a while until one of them find somewhere to go. He didn't knew that almost 9 months had passed tho.
On the other hand when I told my ex about my new bf that was coming to visit he lost it. I didn't expect him to freak out that way because he used to tell me about his crushes and his dates in that time we were living only as roommates and it was fine I already saw him like a friend amd even gave him advices with girls but he got real mad when I mention the word bf and that he was visiting anytime soon. He said how can you this to me and that he thought I was just sleeping around but he didn't expected something like that.
I immediately realized that maybe he still had some feelings for me so I tried to be as kind as possible and he started to look more seriously for places to move. My bf only came to visit whenever my ex was working all night at the hospital so we don't disturbed him and I was really careful they never crossed knowing how my ex feeling about him. The situation was really awkward and my new bf one day told me that he had very weird encounters at the halls of the buildings with neighbors asking who was him and who was he visiting. At that time I'm pretty sure that most of the neighbors thought that I was having an affair. They never liked me anyway because I was quiet because of my mental issues and they might have take the wrong impression but I was just unable to small talk. They adored my ex fiance tho so they kinda hate me now. He found a place to live and he moved out right away.
4 months had passed from that, my bf and I are so happy together and he started to work from home too so he is spending a lot of time in my place because some issues with his roommate. We aren't talking about living together yet but he comes at least 5 days at week. My sister came one weekend to visit for the first time and she heard some neighbors chatting on the elevator about me without knowing who she was. They were saying that I was cheating my fiance with a some much uglier guy that I used to have over anytime my fiance had a shift at the hospital and that he one day found out and left me. It was really disturbing to know that but I didn't wanted to get involved and I didn't really care about their opinions of me. It was awful the looks I got from them but I didn't went out too often anyway. The president of the neighbors, the doctor from the 3rd that was friends with my ex, called me on Sunday to complain about my sister's car staying to long on the garage and they didn't recognize the car and it wasn't allowed to have visitor's cars on our garage. It was actually on my spot because I don't own a car and there was literally nothing wrong with that. So I avoid confrontation and told her ok and hang up but actually I was not going to make my sister move her car at night it was ridiculous and she was leaving early in the morning anyway. But I didn't had the courage to reply her what I actually thought because of my social anxiety. So when the doctor left in the morning the car was still there because my sister decided to stay until 10am to avoid traffic and I told her it was fine because she has every right to have her car on my spot and it doesn't bother anyone that her car is there but the neighbor just hates me and wants to give me a bad time for no reason. I didn't expect the rest of the neighbors to support her but they convocated a meeting of neighbors only to accuse me for what I did. It was everyone against me at the meeting. It was terrifying for me and my mental health, like a public amonestation at the lobby of the building where everyone got together to complain about me. I tried to defend myself without crying about that there's no rule against the visitor's car on the owner spot. But they said they didn't care, it was just disrespectful to tell the president on the phone that I was moving the car and then just don't move it. I can't stress enough that all of the neighbors are older than 40, at least the ones that were at that meeting. They started to complain that I was also rude, that I never talked to anyone not got the time to know them or to participate on the building's reunions and parties and that I had a guest over visiting too often, probably a bf, that doesn't pay rent and that they need to know his name and last name because I have to inform to the building if I'm having a new partner or roommate. Everything was surreal and I just left the meeting without saying a word. I couldn't stand it anymore. I locked in my apartment and I am trying to understand that they must hate me because of a misunderstood about me cheating my fiance but I actually felt so angry because even if that was true they had no right to do something like that. They are always rude to my new boyfriend and I have to keep living here for at least 2 years and I don't know how to do so with all this bad energy and I am scared and I haven't left my apartment today and I don't know what to do and I just can't stop crying and having no appetite and feeling like another depression episode might be coming back.