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2023.06.10 06:35 Athleticdude05 Passport application

I’ve missed 2 or 3 passport appointments here where I live in Iowa, one in February and one in April that I know of, but tomorrow I have appointment number 3 or 4 tomorrow. I was trying to look on google some to see if missing appointments did anything to hinder my opportunity to apply for one but all I found were sites said 2 appointments and some said 3 after that there’s a penalty of waiting a year or re-applying. Can someone pls answer this so I don’t go in tomorrow and seem like an absolute moron. THANKS!!
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2023.06.10 06:34 idk_what_to_put_lmao PhD in Molecular Biology/Genetics/Biochemistry to talk to?

Hi, I'm considering getting a PhD in one of the areas listed above and wanted to learn more about what everything is like. Is anyone getting/done a PhD in any of these fields and down to DM a bit about what that's like? Preferably from a Canadian university but others are fine as well. Would greatly appreciate it! Thanks.
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2023.06.10 06:34 flippenphil (OFFER) Trauma Center, the little mermaid, super troopers 2, yesterday, marauders, mr. holmes, scary stories, a thousand words, the dark tower, big hero 6, jungle cruise, strange world (REQUEST) Ambulance, the Menu, ISO on bottom / offers

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2023.06.10 06:34 fkw_123 Trying to find this drama...

People, I have been struggling forever to find back this old drama series I used to watch. Bear with me on this , I had a blurry memory of it.. it goes like a character is presumably training alone in water area( lake maybe ) his fist muscles becoming green veins. I think the drama is something to do with martial arts too. Can any fellow drama veterans help me out?
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2023.06.10 06:34 Critical_Oil_6001 I was curious about a local legend. Now, what was supposed to be a week-long trip might turn into my eternal nightmare.

I just hope that people see this post, that they might start spreading the news before it’s too late. Something big is coming, something ancient, something older than any of us could have ever imagined. It might be too late. I don’t know what will become of me, of the people I love that I might never see again, by the time you are reading this. But I implore you to listen and take this story seriously, because it could save your life. Or not. I don’t know yet how deep this goes. If it’s true, if what I think is true…God help us. Nothing can save us now.
I’ll start at the beginning, because you need to understand how long this has been happening, and the implications of what is possible now that it’s getting worse. Over winter break, I went to visit my friend from high school, Jackson, in Vermont. He goes to Bennington College, studies Social Sciences with a minor in Linguistics. Smart guy. He used to write my papers for me in English class, and I would pay him back in six packs. That’s always how it was: him, studious and put together, and me itching to get outside. I was constantly on the move, biking through the forests behind my house, trail-running, building a treehouse for my little brothers, you name it. I wanted to get my hands dirty, get into nature. I guess that’s why I opted out of college, and went for camp counselor positions and summer gigs until I secured a conservation job with a park near home. Nature is important to me, and I want to do my part as the generation that has a responsibility to heal the world.
The outside was what called me to Bennington, aside from the fact that I missed my best buddy. I don’t remember when it was first brought to my attention, but I became aware of murmurings of Bennington’s rocky past online about a few months before I was set to visit Jackson. Being an experienced outdoorsman, I wasn’t afraid; on the contrary, I was rather excited to get out there and prove my worth to Jackson and his college buddies, who were far less athletic than I am. Looking back, I’m kicking myself for being so cocky. I can’t believe I ever thought of my best friend in that way.
From what I could see on the internet, Bennington College’s history was a long and often sinister one. There were videos about people vanishing into thin air: a girl wearing a red parka went for a hike alone and was never found, an experienced man leading an outdoor expedition disappeared in the woods, a woman fell into a stream, doubled back to the campsite to change her clothes, but never made it to the site, a man on a bus disappeared from the vehicle at a stop but left all of his luggage, a teenage boy was waiting in his mother’s truck and when she came back, he was mysteriously gone…I wish I could say these stories deterred me from poking my head somewhere where it didn’t belong.
Instead, I only grew more curious. What was going on in this so-called “Bennington Triangle?” I was in a unique position to investigate this phenomenon for myself. Many people hear about strange occurrences and the intrigue piques their interest, but they never have the chance to see it for themselves. But I could. I knew I could hold my own out in the wilderness—it was literally my job! Besides, I was a strong, slightly stubborn young man, built steadily, and I could protect myself well. What could possibly happen to me out in those woods, much less to a group of young college-aged men? The people who went missing most likely made one fatal mistake that cost them their lives, or maybe it was all just a big coincidence. Either way, I was about to find out for myself.
It was halfway through December when I left to meet up with Jackson. I got there on the last day of classes, and Jackson told me he would be busy until later in the day. I assumed he was cramming for a final, and I told him it was no big deal, I would meet up with him and maybe meet some of his buddies later. Besides, I had some plans of my own.
The most famous missing persons case in Bennington went cold, and is still unsolved to this day. The case is a tragic one, and I didn’t want to be insensitive by going around asking for information or throwing around names. Everything I needed, I found online. Paula Welden was the name of the girl in the red parka that went missing. Allegedly, she left campus one day to go on a hike by herself. She left the campus around 3pm and hitchhiked to an entrance to the Long Trail, a trail that runs for almost 300 miles from Massachusetts all the way to the Canadian Border. She wasn’t dressed to be outside for long, but as the story goes, she never made it back from the trail.
There was one sighting of her, however, that particularly interested me. A man reported that he had seen her running around, rather erratically, in the bottom of a gravel pit near the entrance to campus, and I wanted to see if there was anything left of the pit. Because I’m experienced with many different kinds of natural phenomena, I initially wondered if there wasn’t a natural explanation for her distressed behavior. I thought maybe there might be an insect nest or an infestation of small animals at the bottom of the pit that she might have disturbed, so I decided to check it out in my free time.
After the RA checked me in and I tossed my luggage into Jackson’s dorm, I packed a small backpack with essentials: water, sunscreen, energy bars, mini first aid kit, some rope, a utility tool, a flashlight, and a lightweight jacket. Then I headed out towards the pit.
The first thing I noticed was how much smaller the pit seemed. According to the eyewitness description of the incident, Paula was running up and down the side of a deep gravel pit, but what lay in front of me now was something much more shallow. I walked down into the center of what was left of the pit, but I could easily see over the edges. The small, dark fragments of rock crunched and ground together under my hiking boots, and the slowly sinking midday sun bounced off of the remnants of white snow around me. It was an unusually sunny day for winter, and the snow was, curiously, letting up for my visit. But the good luck for me ran out here—there seemed to be nothing to investigate at this location. My hopes of finding any evidence of insect or pest infestation that could have disturbed the girl were dashed, maybe buried several feet underground.
I lingered awhile, kicking at the bits of gravel in the small pit. I watched the small rocks scatter over the rest of the gravel, hitting up against the edge of the pit and rolling back down a few inches. I turned to go, but stopped. Maybe it was a trick of my eye, the sun reflecting harshly off of the snow and glinting in my sunglasses, causing me to not see clearly. I walked to the edge of the pit and kicked some more gravel at the side. The small rocks skipped across the uneven surface of the gravel pile, and scattered up the edge of the pit, farther than gravity should allow them to travel. I kicked more, and it happened again. My heart started beating faster.
I crouched down and picked up a small stone. I rolled it gently across the gravel, softly enough that it started to slow when it reached the incline of the side of the pit. I watched, astounded, as the rock slowly rolled uphill about a foot before coming to a stop. I gave a shout of excitement and jumped to my feet.
As I stood up straight I nearly fell back down. In an instant, my hearing seemed to go and I felt an overwhelming sense of claustrophobia. I spun around, thinking someone must be behind me, messing with me, but the sensation of closeness stayed pressing at my back. I spun around again, searching for an explanation. My head was fuzzy. I heard my footsteps, overwhelmingly loud, and I couldn’t hear anything else, almost as if my range of hearing was limited to my immediate surroundings. Like I was trapped in the pit. As soon as those words flashed through my head, the claustrophobia overwhelmed me, pushing up against the very air around my body. The silence built up inside my ears until all I could hear was my muffled footsteps, my desperate breathing, and the blood rushing faster and faster through my body.
I lunged for the edge, clambering up the side as fast as I could. Instantly upon passing over the edge the sounds of the late afternoon bore down on my ears. I stumbled and covered my ears, the chirping of the birds and rustling leaves almost too loud for me to bear.
It’s not that I was scared. Obviously, I was a little shaken up. As I hastened back towards Jackson’s dorm, I tried to rationalize what had just happened to me. Maybe I hadn’t drank enough water and I simply became dizzy. Maybe it was altitude sickness. Maybe a strange bug had bitten me and I temporarily lost my bearings. Nothing quite made sense. I tried to push it from my mind and focus on having a good first day, because soon I would be meeting Jackson’s college buddies.
When I got back to the dorm, Jackson was waiting for me. Fresh from the shower, his hair was damp and he was putting on a clean t-shirt. Pulling me into a hug, he expressed his excitement over my visit, asked me about my flight, what I thought about the campus—all the preliminary niceties. Internally, I breathed a sigh of relief. Even if he noticed, he didn’t pry and try to ask me about my slightly shaking hands, my pale face, or the vague disconnectedness with which I answered his questions.
That night eased my worries slightly. I ended up meeting Jackson’s group of friends and, together, we ventured into downtown Bennington. We hit a few bars and chilled at some of the many breweries in town. Live music, good company, and many, many beers did wonders on my nerves. By the end of the night, I had completely forgotten all about my encounter in the gravel pit. Jackson’s friends were nice guys, and I was too busy feeling proud about my best friend coming out of his shell in college. When he left, I had my doubts, but it was crystal clear that Jackson was really coming into himself at this school.
The festivities continued for the next few days: the guys were stoked to be done with their final exams and excited to connect with Jackson’s old friend, so we spent our time drinking and hanging out, bumping music and generally having a blast. It was almost enough for me to forget about one of the very reasons I was excited to be in Bennington in the first place.
It’s been a few days since that incident. I had even almost started to feel better about the whole thing. Maybe it was a mistake to poke around in old history, and maybe I should just focus on living my own life and fulfilling my own passions, working to heal nature as best as I can. But now Jackson and his friends want to go on a hike, and I’m starting to feel that same claustrophobia creeping back in. What the hell is out there, and why do I feel like I shouldn’t be messing with it?
Jackson chose the hike, not me. It was like him; he was the researcher, he was the one who looked at details, so he suggested we hike on the Long Trail. It intersected with the Appalachian Trail, and maybe I wasn’t paying attention when Jackson explained this to me, because it didn’t raise any alarms about the missing persons cases. Paula Welden went missing on the Long Trail, sure—but she wasn’t with a group of capable college guys like I was.
We packed some backpacks, crushed a beer or two for celebratory sakes, and set off on the trail. I let myself feel excited as we stomped through the trees, Jackson and his friends decked out in their matching red Bennington shirts from graduation. The hike was long. It was tedious. I don’t know when I first started noticing the weird aspects around us until about an hour in. The others didn’t pay any mind to these things, but I saw them: leaves drifting in the air with no breeze, snowflakes trapped in patches of sunlight, floating but unmoving, and that tree. It was a towering douglas fir, half-dead and reaching for the afternoon sun with bare branches. Each time I looked over my shoulder to check for hikers behind us or glanced ahead to see what awaited us, it was there. At first I assumed my eyes were playing tricks on me. After all, we had been hiking for a few hours.
Only when we stopped for a breather and Jackson pointed at a nearby stream did the weird things become too much for me. We were hiking on an incline, and we were exhausted, but when Jackson knelt beside this stream, it was flowing uphill. By then I was a little panicked. I freaked out, telling them that we needed to head back. Who cares if we hadn’t reached the halfway point yet? Was there even a halfway point? It felt like we had been walking for miles!
One of Jackson’s buddies opened up a map of the trail on his phone, and it was blank. He had service and bars, but the map was just…gone. Shocked with sudden fear, we immediately turned and headed back down the path. The sky darkened within minutes of us retracing our steps. Somehow, night was falling, despite us beginning the hike only a few hours prior. I tried to point it out, pulling Jackson aside when we slowed our pace to pass around a bottle of water. But Jackson was terrified and unfocused, and when I asked him what was wrong, we realized that one member of our five-person group was missing. How had we not noticed?
So, we made a U-turn and headed back up the mountain. Twenty minutes later, we found his torn university shirt. I turned the red fabric over in my hands, panicked and bewildered. When I looked up to scan our surroundings, I saw that same Douglas fir directly to my left. I was shocked, and the rest of the group must have noticed. We looked at each other and saw the panic rising on our faces. What the hell was happening?
I only had one goal at this point: we had to get down the mountain to call for help.
We decided to do our best to follow the trail on the way we came up, but only once daylight broke; it was difficult to make out the trail in the dark cover of the night, so I insisted it would be too dangerous. Someone could fall and get seriously injured, we could all get separated in the dark, or worse. So we did our best to hunker down and build a makeshift shelter to wait out the night, but it wasn’t easy. I can only describe the sounds we heard as otherworldly. Despite the lack of animals in the woods, nature seemed to be alive around us. The clicking of bugs kept me wide awake, but the noises were louder and deeper than I had ever heard. The baying of giant wolves, so close I imagined them coming up directly behind us. The snuffling of something in the underbrush, but from a cavernous creature larger than any moose could ever be.
Where had these animals been in the daytime? Why did it feel like they were surrounding us now?
I don’t know how I ever fell asleep, but when I awoke in the morning, the sun was beating down on us. From the sheen of sweat on my forehead to the dreadful pit in my stomach, I could tell something was horribly wrong.
When I scrambled to my feet and glanced around the area, I realized that only Jackson and I remained at our site. It was us, the clothes on our backs, and the demure amount of leftover supplies in our pockets: keys, gum wrappers, half-eaten power bars, and anything else that was ultimately unhelpful. We had been stranded on the forest floor, us against nature, as if something had swooped in from above and whisked Jackson’s friends under the pitch-black cover of the night.
I frantically took in our surroundings, peering into the bushes and pushing through thorny shrubbery. There were no tracks, no drag marks. Not even broken branches. I told Jackson we had to get out of there, and fast. I knew we needed to find the closest trailhead and book it down the mountain. Jackson ran so fast he nearly chipped a tooth on a steep hill. He was trying to keep up with me since I was faster by a long shot. All that sports stuff in high school paid off in the moment, so I almost felt bad leaving him in the dust. I called back over my shoulder to him every minute or so, making sure he was there.
He stuck with me for the most part. His t-shirt got torn by overhanging branches at one point, leaving a nasty scrape almost as red as the decimated fabric. I found myself struggling to remember if he was wearing that shirt to begin with, back when we started.
Then I decided I was losing it. It was like a fight against nature, Jackson and me against the blaring sun and sloping trail. Eventually, Jackson starts glaring menacingly at the passing scenery, cursing loudly and deliriously at everything surrounding us.
When we stumbled upon a trail marker, we barely had enough energy to celebrate. While we caught our breath, I tried to calm Jackson down. Something told me that cursing out Mother Nature wasn’t the best idea right now. Whatever was sicking the elements on us wouldn’t appreciate the nasty things he was saying about them. But he was terrified, and nothing I said could slap any reason into him. I had to lead us to safety, get us out of here.
Suddenly, I heard a sound in the distance. But unlike everything else we had heard so far, this one was man made. Jackson heard it too, and started yelling about a helicopter. He made a break off to the left, towards the sound, and I bolted after him. Somehow, he burst out into a tiny clearing.
Ripping off his red Bennington shirt, he started calling out and waving it in the air like a rescue flag. He jumped and shouted, but as the helicopter got closer, the unbelievable happened. The clearing started shrinking, tree branches reaching from either side to close the gap and obscure us from the view of the pilot. Jackson screamed in fury, cursing the forest like never before.
Then the chopper must have been lowering down towards the treelike because the wind picked up, blowing in circles around us like the blades were inches from our heads, faster and faster, more violent by the second.
The brush beneath our feet blew up in the air along with the topsoil and dead leaves, obscuring our vision. We could hear each other gasping for breath, trying to keep the debris out of our eyes and coughing. I flung my arms out into the space around me, calling for my best friend and reaching out for his hands. But then I felt something shift. The decaying leaves around me smelled stronger. The wind became more vicious. The earth trembled beneath my feet, and I thought I felt something looming above me, breathing down my neck but also looking straight into my unseeing eyes.
Then it clicked. Jackson's red shirt, the gravel pit, Paula's erratic behavior, the other missing hikers...something was picking these people off, luring them deeper into the woods where they were sure to never be seen again. Did the color red cause whatever it was to literally see red, like a sick, twisted joke? Like a giant bull in front of a matador? What kind of creature could it be? Such a stealthy hunter, a commanding presence that made man tremble at the sensation of its mere aura...I couldn't even think about it without snapping my mind.
Before the flurry of leaves and moist earth settled back onto the ground, I knew Jackson was gone. I knew the chopper hadn’t seen us and that I was on my own now. I tried not to panic as I felt like every hidden eye in the forest was staring me down, sizing me up. I took off blindly, but where to, I didn’t know. After what seemed like hours of desperately sprinting, I saw a pile of rocks in the distance. Shelter, I thought, and decided to rest there for a minute to get my wits back about me.
Then I had an idea. With what little juice I had in my phone and whatever cell service luck would afford me, I knew I had to send out a warning. For some reason, I didn’t think about myself. I didn’t think about dying, disappearing, or whatever had happened to my friends. If the nature around me would be the thing to end my life, so be it. I had decided to dedicate my life to nature long ago: to save it from my fellow man, to preserve its beauty, and to keep it out of the wrong hands, the people that wanted to use its power for evil and to bring about the harm of those around them. I know it sounds ridiculous to be thinking about when my life was at stake, but I knew it was what I needed to do.
From my makeshift hiding spot in the rocks, I began furiously typing my story with what little battery I had left on my phone. When my hands started cramping, I used the voice option. I didn’t care. I just had to get my story out there.
For an hour , I’d been trying to put it all down in words. I couldn't believe my luck, that my battery hadn’t run out yet.
I had almost gone to the end when I felt the same creeping silence begin to close in on me. It was as if the forest was falling silent around me, and that silence was racing in on all sides, but it was different from when I was in the gravel pit. There was more to the sensation this time, not just the sinking, breathless feeling and the loss of hearing.
Somewhere deep within the forest, but at the same time, only miles away, I heard an awful rumbling sound, something I’ve never heard before. Nothing like the helicopter, not even the giant animals I was convinced I had heard in the night. I can't even think of a word to describe it, but it filled me with a frantic kind of dread that I’ve never felt before. I feel it in the ground. My entire body wants to run as fast as I can, but it’s like I’m glued to the ground. I taste metal in my mouth like maybe I bit my cheek or the dirt from the wind or I bit on a rock, I spit and I can’t get it out. I’m going to open an app and copy and paste it so people can know while I still can type I’m shaking so hard they have to know.
And the smell I’m smelling it’s like fruit that’s gone ripe, but it keeps getting more ripe, a sickly sweetness that keeps building mixed with the smell of the richest earth imaginable.
This is happening now, I’m smelling this now and It’s it’s like I’m trapped under the shadow of some thing bigger something that’s taking the shadow away from the trees and I can’t see the shadow of the trees anymore and the ground around me is trembling. It’s like I can hear the trees calling out to whatever it is, that’s walking towards me or flying I can’t tell, everything is stretching and growing out towards me. No behind me above me something is coming. I’m I feel better right I feel better than I have in days or however long I’ve been out here I’m not thirsty anymore. I’m not hungry anymore. I feel fuller stronger smarter. My mind is overloading. I’m thinking of 1 million things like I don’t know if I can speak anymore it’s like, it’s like I’m fruit like I’m a ripening on the vine and this giant wings beating above me and the smell is too much I
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2023.06.10 06:34 Unusual-Mess-1503 700 in utility fees

I started my lease on 8/22 with a company called Great Jones 3 months into lease we got an email stating the property would be switched over to street lane .Wired because I would thank we would have to sign a new lease that would be in compliance with their rules. We did not get one on the 15th of may we revive a letter stating once again the property would be transitioning over again to a property call American Avenue Property management these people don’t have a phone number just email. Now they’re saying we owe 786 because we have to pay utilities trough them we have been paying our standard rent on time since we been here . Is it legal to pay utilities with them even through the original lease does not state that or is it legal to switch companies and not send a new lease
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2023.06.10 06:34 ForeverHighlander Greetings From Someone Who Would Like to Wish You Well

I would like to point out first of all, I am Christian, I believe that Jesus my Lord was the Son of God and that He returned from Death and cleansed the World of the sins of man. I just wanted to make this post to tell all who see this, Muslim or Christian or otherwise that I consider you my brother or sister and that I love you with all my heart, and that God also loves you, and He always shall despite your sin and your debauchery and degeneracy He will open His heart to you so long as you love Him and abide by Him. I do not believe Muhammad was a Prophet sent by God to aid men in His worship and to save them and guide them to better lives but I do believe that God smiles on you all and that He truly loves us all and that He is deserving of our worship and reverence. I’m sorry if I upset anyone especially my Muslim brothers and sisters, but I just wanted to remind everyone of the love that God possesses for us and that we can make this world a better place if we all just have Compassion and Justice unto one another and that God loves us all despite our failings. If you took the time to read this thank you, and I believe that you can make this world a better place, and more importantly so does the Lord.
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2023.06.10 06:34 SamuelTurn Digital Pre-Ordering Frustration: Or, Why I Hate Pre-Release Digital Singles That Count Toward Album Purchase

So, to preface this, I quite enjoyed Janelle Monáe’s newest album The Age of Pleasure. I would have enjoyed it more on first listen if the iTunes copy I pre-ordered actually gave me the ALBUM versions of Float and Lipstick Lover that seque in and out of the surrounding tracks, instead of the SINGLE edits that ruin the flow of the album. I even bought a second copy off of Amazon Music and, unless my iPhone got screwy and kept the iTunes versions of the two songs and not the Amazon Music versions, it too features the Single Edits instead of the album versions. I have bought the album twice now (and thank goodness it’s only $7), and twice I have been given this weird mixture of Single and Album versions despite BUYING THE ALBUM!
Whatever internal system used to keep track of these different versions, and then deciding which to keep or delete, is sleeping at the wheel. Because even though I bought the album, iTunes will only let me download the Single version of Float you can’t buy anymore and not the corrected Album version.
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2023.06.10 06:34 fishtailsplit Emotional Dysregulation + Perfectionism

Hi there.
This will be a bit of text, so
TLDR I've struggled all my life with ADHD, only recieved that diagnosis in the past couple years and have always been affected by quick bursts of unregulated rage in response to my perfectionism. I realized today that this emotional dysregulation has thrown a wrench in a lot of my relationships, regardless of how much progress I've made with it and make sure it's directed inward and not toward others. It quickly becomes to every friend or significant other incomprehensible, unforgivable and makes me unlovable in the long run. If you relate, let me know.
I'm not sure what percentage of people with ADHD expereince the emotional dysregulation symptom. However, my adult diagnosis of ADHD and realization of that symptom explained to me my entire life. The quick, extremely intense bursts of anger were something I always thought was a character flaw, or a trauma response that I really should have grown out of by now.
I grew up in a rather difficult home. Lots of shame and perfectionism filled the house for my whole childhood mainly because my parents suffered from it as well. However, it fostered an environment where almost everyone was competing against each other to be acknowledged as a legitamate person who was "good enough". We would do anything for this, including tearing each other down. This, of course, has affected every other area of my life, not just family. Constant feelings of inadequacy since I was young created this anger and hatred for myself. Back then, no one really knew I had ADHD, least of all me. I just thought I was stupid while my sisters were so smart. I would lose my keys or my wallet or my phone and my parents would yell and scream. So, I guess I decided that was the proper reaction to my flaws. And, in response to any mistake, large or small, any imperfection, I would go into a rage so quick and intense and unregulated. This drove me to begin self harming in high school. I only really realized this might be an issue in college when I found bruises on my head (I would hit my head in a 30min fit every morning if I felt I wasn't pretty or skinny or smart enough).
Since then, I've had loads of treatment and have made such significant improvements. Nowadays, a moment where I engage in self harm is quickly cut off and few and far between. However, I still experience that unregulated anger in reaction to an imperfection even if I'm able to disengage pretty quickly. Still. This symptom feels as if I am absolutely unlovable. I feel like not many typical, normal people see this as a symptom of any disorder but instead a serious character flaw. To others, I can be so kind and empathetic and charismatic in the right situation, masking so hard in order to be liked, to be enough. Yet, the second any person gets close enough to see a moment of that unregulated anger, regardless of how I try so hard to make sure it doesn't affect them, I feel like it's instantly weird to them, incomprehensible, and eventually, unforgivable. This trouble with anger was a big player in the end of my last relationship. He just didn't understand how I could feel so strongly about nothing. And, I don't blame anyone. Logically, it does not make sense that in response to seeing myself perform poorly in my favorite video game, I become violently angry at myself and quite honestly want to die for a couple minutes. Then I return to normal.
I get it. It's hard to relate to and understand. Even though I was relieved that my emotional dysregulation is explained by ADHD, I can't help but feel like absolute trash in the irony. In an effort to be loved, my reaction to imperfection, in return, makes me unlovable. It feels suffocating. Like I am constantly begging for forgivness and understanding. Regardless of how hard I try to heal, regardless that I didn't choose the anger or the perfectionism, there will always be that piece of my self that just so undesireable.
I don't know why I'm here. Maybe processing and understanding. I'm desperate for someone to get it, I guess If you actually read all that nonsense, thank you, truly. Let me know if there's anyone out there who has experienced the same emotional dysregulation and the negative effect it has on...everything.

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2023.06.10 06:34 mnemonikos82 Exhaustion getting worse after finally starting hydrocortisone

So my endo finally agreed to start me on HC three weeks ago diagnosed as secondary AI after several low AM Cortisol tests and an normal ACTH Stim test. I'm on 10mg first thing in the morning and 5mg in the afternoon. I should also mention that I am hypopituitarism with hypothyroidism and hypogonadism, though both of those are both well controlled with interventions.
Prior to the HC my tiredness was really bad, as in fall asleep at work bad. And that's with Adderall for ADHD. The first week on HC was great, I finally started to feel good, but after being on the HC for two weeks, the exhaustion started to come back and then it kicked into high gear this past week with major brain fog and was sleeping 15+ hours a day (8 hours at night and then napping a ton at work).
My doctor didn't want to start me on HC, he was very wary of starting me on a lifelong regimen, but also didn't want to do any further testing. I practically had to beg him to try the HC out, so I'm afraid to go back to him with this because he'll just take me off entirely. And he may be right to do so, but I wanted to ask here before I go back to him. Is there something else that would explain why my exhaustion is actually worse on the HC? My low AM Cortisol results are consistently in the 4-5 range with a normal range being given as 6.2-19.4. So, it's not like they were obviously horrible to start, I was just told by my endo that the low end of the range for healthy 8AM Cortisol is actually 10. Maybe I shouldn't have pushed for the HC, I don't know. I was just so tired of being tired all the time and the low AM Cortisol seemed like such an obvious red flag.
Any help would be greatly appreciated. Thank you!
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2023.06.10 06:33 gabejacobsphoto "Thanks for being our little taxi slave! Instead of giving you a cash bonus, here's a GIF we hired some guy on Fiverr to make for you and all the others who slave away!"

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2023.06.10 06:33 lazylife04 Keto safe fast food?

Hey y’all! I’m 3 months in and 45 pounds down! I’m so proud of myself, no cheat days or accidents.
So I’ve been pretty much avoiding any kind of fast food because I’ve learned that carbs are hidden in things you’d never think they would be. I’m still mad about hotdogs and frozen meatballs.
Anyway, I’m going on a three day trip soon and my hotel will not have any kind of cooking available, not even a microwave. just a mini fridge. I planned on packing some hams and cheese to snack on that I can keep in the mini fridge. But I’m afraid I’m going to have to rely on fast food for those days.
The specific places around my hotel are chipotle, Wendy’s, McDonald’s, subway. So your basics. What if any can you order from these places that’s keto safe.
I try to keep it less than 10 carbs per meal. Thanks!
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2023.06.10 06:33 mhellerart Frank Muller, books 1, 5-8

I listened to all the audiobooks last year. This was only my second time to the tower and it was a great experience. One thing felt very disjointed though and it was the change of audiobook narrators from book 4 to 5. I was saddened to hear that Frank Muller had gone to the clearing at the end of the path. My question is... Do you think it could be sanctioned to have an AI trained with Muller's voice to read books 5-8 (and 1)? I wonder if his family and King would ever approve such a thing. I just really loved his Roland and Eddie voices especially! It feels weird... But with the rise of AI, I feel like asking/discussing these questions is important.
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2023.06.10 06:33 Michael_Scarn47 Wouldn’t it be wild if it was really him tho…

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2023.06.10 06:33 drugtlex Advice needed: Switching careers from a data analyst to something else

Hi, I'm 22 years old and I graduated from college a year ago. I've been working as a data analyst for about a year now, including a 6-month internship and 7 months as a full-time employee at an e-commerce company.
I'm feeling burnt out and I'm no longer passionate about being a data analyst. I feel like I'm not making a real difference, and I'm constantly stressed and overworked. I'm thinking of switching careers, but I'm not sure what I want to do.
I'm considering becoming an SQL developer because I have a good command of SQL. I'm also proficient in Excel, Tableau, and data analysis. But still, no real clue.
What kind of jobs should I look out for with the experience I have and as a fresher? Any help would be appreciated. Thanks.
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2023.06.10 06:33 DARKTOONZ13 Jamie Viability/Knowledge?

SF6 is my first traditional fighter, and I’ve tried my hand at learning Jamie thanks to his amazing visual design, but i’m having trouble finding a general consensus or even solid guide to him even as the days progress. Many have said he’s underpowered and not worth the time, does anyone have personal insight or even tips? He feels like he’s so difficult to file under any solid game plan especially under matchup viability and lack of short range escape options and mid range safe approaches…
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2023.06.10 06:33 batwingsuit My first multi-day trip of the year was truly awesome

My first multi-day trip of the year was truly awesome
Just came back from a week of exploring the Fraser Plateau. Just over 1,500 km in 5 days, with more than 500 of that being on the last day. I'm sore and a little beat up, but man, what an awesome trip!
Stoked to be back on my Rally!
Crossing the mighty Fraser River on a reaction ferry powered only by the current.
A cool road only reachable by foot, horse, or motorbike thanks to a large rock slide.
Cool to see waterfalls pumping in what felt very much like desert.
Lots of bears in this area! Ran into two of them within an hour.
Meadow single track
Almost at the summit…
The summit at 2036 m (6600 ft)
One of several old fire lookouts that have been taken over by an off-road club.
Beautiful meadow lakes abound!
Proper Quebecois poutine in the middle of nowhere.
Lost my tent poles on a 45 km stretch. Pretty proud of my suspended tent set up.
Found my poles the next day…27 km back the way I came! Still can't believe it.
The Fraser River
A little hole to shade some kind of animals from the intense heat.
Too close for comfort.

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2023.06.10 06:33 TopParsnip8756 Do u guys have any recommendations on how to fix this white thing on my hand after bouldering ?

Do u guys have any recommendations on how to fix this white thing on my hand after bouldering ?
I have been bouldering consistently over the past month and a half 3 times a week. A lot of my calisis are torn but know there is this white circle on my hand and was wondering if anyone has any idea what it is and how to heal it. Should I use steroid cream or other types of cream? And overall any tips on how to let my hand heal. Thanks
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2023.06.10 06:33 No_Association69420 Print failure after shaking resin

Hi everyone,
I am new to resin printing and I made the noob mistake of not shaking my resin before printing. I did a few prints and got ok results. Today, since the resin had been sitting in the vat for a while, decided to empty the vat back into the bottle, give everything a clean and set the printer back up. I leveled and tried to print but I got nothing stuck to the FEP or the build plate. I tested the screen and it is working ok. Could placing the now shaken resin into the printer have caused this failure? Will I have to change my settings to accommodate for the shaken resin? I am using siraya tech blu emerald on a anycubic photon mono 4k.
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2023.06.10 06:32 alyska__ thank yousss

thank yousss
thank you to:
u/zuuzuubean AGAIN, i always love trading with you :)
u/saltyspidergwen they’re so precious
u/unlikelycupcakebi the huge washi tapes are SO cool?!
u/rebelraf I was so happy when i saw these for trade, now j the issue is deciding where to put them
u/Major-Subject647 vintage stickers and veggie stickers are two of my favorite things, so thanks for combining them and trading with me lol
u/eclecticGhost I gave the horror movie one to my friend today and he loved it so ty :)
u/froghat trading with you was awesome and the little guitar cat made my husband smile so ty as well
u/cosmic_kepler ahhhh, i was so excited to get this! it’s the first trade i’ve ever done like this and you made it wonderful
u/Several-Thought-7114 i’ve been wanting one of these so ty!
u/skankordie everything is even more precious in person, thanks for being so patient and kind with the trade
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2023.06.10 06:32 twohandzz What bug is this in Northern NJ?

What bug is this in Northern NJ?
I have found a couple of these in my apartment. I am in Lake Hopatcong New Jersey. Does anyone know what bug this is?
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2023.06.10 06:32 SirDydymus Looking for a 5 years perpetual diary template

Looking for a 5 years perpetual diary template
Hello everyone ! Would someone know where to find a template looking like this picture of a 5 years perpetual diary ? Thank you very much in advance for your help !
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