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2023.06.02 01:01 Acceptable-You9068 How My Ex (20F) Helped Me (21M) Develop Schizophrenia

My close friends tell me I should write a book. There’s no way to include all of the side stories and intricacies of the situation in a single post, like my surgeries or the heinous amounts of food I was doordashed. I just want to get this off my chest and have the reality of what happened written somewhere as I feel I’m fading into insanity.
I’m certainly not innocent here and I don’t feel like a victim. One of the hardest things about being cheated on is the feeling of not being enough and not being desirable. I definitely instigated this girl to chase me a little in order to feel better about myself, but I never could’ve imagined how far she would go.
I (21M) dated my ex (20F) for three years- let’s call her Katie. I go to school in the Midwest and shes in school back home on the east coast (we were both college athletes- she has since quit). We started dating in high school and spent every second of every day together when I was home. Katie was loved dearly by my family, which consisted of nearly a dozen younger siblings that all became very attached. Our parents had no doubt that we would get married. I had experienced a traumatic breakup a few years prior and she made me forget about it completely.
About a month into the school year, I was on a long bus ride home from an away game and got a text from a mutual friend that Katie had cheated. I went through the stages of grief over the next 13 hours, stuck on this bus. I confronted her about it and after denying it over and over, she finally confessed.
We had spent the previous summer traveling the country together, both with her parents and alone. It turns out that she had cheated twice in April with a guy in her friend group right before we had left for our travels. She was horrified by what she did and planned on taking it to the grave. She claimed they were short, drunk mistakes. None of the rest of the friend group knew it happened, except for the one guy that ended up telling me, and obviously the guy she cheated with. Katie cut him off but apparently began entertaining him again once she got back to school, which prompted the mutual friend to tell me after seeing them flirting at the bar, but still not enough for any of her other friends to notice.
Katie along with me, my friends, and my family were devastated. It was months of misery, and still is. I was very dependent on her and had a hard time letting go. She was insistent on making it up to me and proving herself. She would constantly tell me that God told her that I’m her husband. She wouldn’t leave me alone. My parents believed her and advised me to forgive her.
I cut her off several times and each time she found a way around it. She showed up to my house unannounced (10+ hr drive) several times and wrote me, no exaggeration, over 120 letters. One time I was on a road trip and got a call from an unknown number around midnight. She was calling from some restaurant at the halfway point between our schools letting me know she was on her way because I had her number blocked.
It didn’t go well any time she was at my place. I regret to say she would convince me to let her sleep in my bed and things would go from there. I told myself that I was doing the right thing by not turning her away after that long of a drive. I’d promised her father that she would always be safe with me and turning her away in a dangerous Midwest city didn’t feel right. Regardless, I don’t have a good reason for sleeping with her.
I was desperate and had even tried taking another girl out on a date, but cut it off because I just wasn’t over Katie. I didn’t want to hurt someone else in this mess.
Eventually Thanksgiving break came around, and I was concerned about what would happen when Katie was down the street and not across the country.
I was flying home and I’m very cheap, so I always take any layover that will lower the price of my ticket.
This particular layover was totally out of the way in the deep south. My flight from this southern airport to the east coast was delayed. I looked around for a place to chill in the airport when I saw a familiar face from high school. I’ll call her Riley (20F). We had never really crossed paths in high school, but we both knew of each other.
I walked over and sat next to her and we hit it off. It was something out of a movie. It was the first time in months that I felt any kind of relief from Katie. We were on the same flight and just happened to be sitting next to each other on the plane.
The wounds from Katie were still fresh, but how could I not follow up on that? I ended up taking her out on a date a few days later and hung out a few times after. We were both really into each other and I was enjoying the mental peace. She was gorgeous and incredibly entertaining just to talk to.
Unknown to me, (I probably could’ve guessed this) Katie and Riley were friends at one point in high school and word quickly got around to Katie that Riley and I were talking. Part of that made it even sweeter.
Katie wasn’t exactly happy about this and still wouldn’t leave me alone. She would guilt trip me into doing Bible studies with her and would hang out with my sister (19F) when I ignored her.
This was all unknown to Riley. I felt guilty about it and didn’t want to hurt her. But Riley made it clear that she wasn’t looking for anything serious, so I opted not to mention it to her. I felt like it was alright because when I would see Katie it’d be at like a Dennys or something and we would just read the Bible and leave separately.
I didn’t have a car on the east coast, so Riley would have to pick me up when we hung out. One time, she stopped to get coffee right before picking me up and ran into my sister and Katie. Katie ran out of the shop crying and Riley and my sister had a brief interaction (Riley had never officially met my sister). Riley was very aware that me and Katie dated for a long time, but didn’t know why we broke up.
Anyway, she picked me up right after and did an incredible job acting like nothing happened. I heard the story a few days later from Katie and my sister, but never from Riley.
I kept in touch with Riley and we agreed that we would catch up over Christmas break.
My house on the east coast is about an hour and a half from the airport. I have to take a train into the city, and then get a ride from one of my friends in the city to the airport. On the way to the airport, while I was on the train, my ride bailed on me. I was going to miss my flight.
I knew that Katie was at school in the city. I totally see how this is wrong, I could’ve paid for an Uber. I think part of me wanted to see her in some pain, knowing I was with Riley.
END OF PART 1
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2023.06.02 00:59 AlaskanThinker In a loving relationship now and my mother is… well… Mormon (sigh) …and I’d had it!

Apparently, I made the mistake of revealing to my mother how much I love my significant other and that we’re progressing towards marriage.
Now for anybody, literally ANYBODY, on the planet, you’d think that would be news worthy of celebration. But alas… I’m not Mormon. I don’t hold Mormon beliefs or values, and so in her eyes I’m doing it all wrong.
My significant other and I have known each other for years and have been the best of friends, but only recently became romantically involved due to our life circumstances (physical distance being the primary one- living in different states and work, etc). However our lives have come together and we plan on creating a future together. For context, we’re both over 40 neither of us have children.
Today I shared with my mother the news that I may soon ask my best friend to marry.
She knows I no longer view marriage as practiced by churches as having any legitimacy in the eyes of god, (if in fact he exists,) and that it is a social construct of man. Knowing this, she chose to rub my nose in that belief rather than be happy for me.
Her response… “Have you shared with ————- that marriage means nothing to you? That to you it’s just a piece of paper from the government?”
There it was, the passive aggressive jab, a needle pressed into an already open wound. The Mormon response.
That was it. I blew up at my mother. I told her that even though her advice was appreciated, it was NOT solicited. I explained to her how her church beliefs and response turned my joyous announcement into immediate feelings of anger for her - and that I didn’t want to feel that way. I also said, if I were any other person and had announced this, she would have been happy for them. But since it was me and I’m not Mormon, (but once was,) she felt she had permission and license to pass judgement and delegitimize it. I said to her, “You always see me in a negative light and I am done with it. I understand you believe there is only one way to live and be happy, but that’s simply not how life works and it’s certainly not how my life has worked. You’ve convinced so many people to pass up wonderful opportunities in their lives because YOU didn’t approve of how they did things, well it’s NOT about what YOU want any more. There are multiple paths to happiness and if you can’t be happy for me and for what brings me happiness, then you deserve to remain miserable. You assume too much.”
I apologized for being so blunt and left it at that.
I can’t be worried about pleasing her however. It’s just sad to me she will not be able to EVER share in the joy I experience in my life.
The end… rant over. Thank you for listening.
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2023.06.02 00:59 JoshAsdvgi THE FOUR BROTHERS

THE FOUR BROTHERS

THE FOUR BROTHERS; OR INYANHOKSILA (STONE BOY)
Alone and apart from their tribe dwelt four orphan brothers.
They had erected a very comfortable hut, although the materials used were only willows, hay, birch bark, and adobe mud.
After the completion of their hut, the oldest brother laid out the different kinds of work to be done by the four of them.
He and the second and third brothers were to do all the hunting, and the youngest brother was to do the house work, cook the meals, and keep plenty of wood on hand at all times.
As his older brothers would leave for their hunting very early every morning, and would not return till late at night, the little fellow always found plenty of spare time to gather into little piles fine dry wood for their winter use.
Thus the four brothers lived happily for a long time.
One day while out gathering and piling up wood, the boy heard a rustling in the leaves and looking around he saw a young woman standing in the cherry bushes, smiling at him.
"Who are you, and where did you come from?" asked the boy, in surprise.
"I am an orphan girl and have no relatives living.
I came from the village west of here.
I learned from rabbit that there were four orphan brothers living here all alone, and that the youngest was keeping house for his older brothers, so I thought I would come over and see if I couldn't have them adopt me as their sister, so that I might keep house for them, as I am very poor and have no relations, neither have I a home."
She looked so pitiful and sad that the boy thought to himself, "I will take her home with me, poor girl, no matter what my brothers think or say."
Then he said to her: "Come on, tanke (sister).
You may go home with me; I am sure my older brothers will be glad to have you for our sister."
When they arrived at the hut, the girl hustled about and cooked up a fine hot supper, and when the brothers returned they were surprised to see a girl sitting by the fire in their hut. After they had entered the youngest brother got up and walked outside, and a short time after the oldest brother followed him out.
"Who is that girl, and where did she come from?" he asked his brother.
Whereupon the brother told him the whole story.
Upon hearing this the oldest brother felt very sorry for the poor orphan girl and going back into the hut he spoke to the girl, saying: "Sister, you are an orphan, the same as we; you have no relatives, no home.
We will be your brothers, and our poor hut shall be your home.
Henceforth call us brothers, and you will be our sister."
"Oh, how happy I am now that you take me as your sister.
I will be to you all as though we were of the same father and mother," said the girl.
And true to her word, she looked after everything of her brothers and kept the house in such fine shape that the brothers blessed the day that she came to their poor little hut.
She always had an extra buckskin suit and two pairs of moccasins hanging at the head of each one's bed.
Buffalo, deer, antelope, bear, wolf, wildcat, mountain lion and beaver skins she tanned by the dozen, and piled nicely in one corner of the hut.
When the Indians have walked a great distance and are very tired, they have great faith in painting their feet, claiming that paint eases the pain and rests their feet.
After their return from a long day's journey, when they would be lying down resting, the sister would get her paint and mix it with the deer tallow and rub the paint on her brother's feet, painting them up to their ankles.
The gentle touch of her hands, and the soothing qualities of the tallow and paint soon put them into a deep, dreamless steep.
Many such kind actions on her part won the hearts of the brothers, and never was a full blood sister loved more than was this poor orphan girl, who had been taken as their adopted sister.
In the morning when they arose, the sister always combed their long black silken scalp locks and painted the circle around the scalp lock a bright vermillion.
When the hunters would return with a goodly supply of beef, the sister would hurry and relieve them of their packs, hanging each one high enough from the ground so the prowling dogs and coyotes could not reach them.
The hunters each had a post on which to hang his bow and flint head arrows.
(Good hunters never laid their arrows on the ground, as it was considered unlucky to the hunter who let his arrows touch the earth after they had been out of the quiver).
They were all perfectly happy, until one day the older brother surprised them all by saying: "We have a plentiful supply of meat on hand at present to last us for a week or so.
I am going for a visit to the village west of us, so you boys all stay at home and help sister. Also gather as much wood as you can and I will be back again in four days.
On my return we will resume our hunting and commence getting our year's supply of meat."
He left the next morning, and the last they saw of him was while he stood at the top of the long range of hills west of their home.
Four days had come and gone and no sign of the oldest brother.
"I am afraid that our brother has met with some accident," said the sister.
"I am afraid so, too," said the next oldest. "
I must go and search for him; he may be in some trouble where a little help would get him out."
The second brother followed the direction his brother had taken, and when he came to the top of the long range of hills he sat down and gazed long and steadily down into the long valley with a beautiful creek winding through it.
Across the valley was a long plain stretching for miles beyond and finally ending at the foot of another range of hills, the counterpart of the one upon which he sat.
After noting the different landmarks carefully, he arose and slowly started down the slope and soon came to the creek he had seen from the top of the range.
Great was his surprise on arriving at the creek to find what a difference there was in the appearance of it from the range and where he stood.
From the range it appeared to be a quiet, harmless, laughing stream.
Now he saw it to be a muddy, boiling, bubbling torrent, with high perpendicular banks.
For a long time he stood, thinking which way to go, up or down stream.
He had just decided to go down stream, when, on chancing to look up, he noticed a thin column of smoke slowly ascending from a little knoll.
He approached the place cautiously and noticed a door placed into the creek bank on the opposite side of the stream.
As he stood looking at the door, wondering who could be living in a place like that, it suddenly opened and a very old appearing woman came out and stood looking around her. Soon she spied the young man, and said to him: "My grandchild, where did you come from and whither are you bound?"
The young man answered: "I came from east of this ridge and am in search of my oldest brother, who came over in this direction five days ago and who has not yet returned."
"Your brother stopped here and ate his dinner with me, and then left, traveling towards the west," said the old witch, for such she was. "
Now, grandson, come across on that little log bridge up the stream there and have your dinner with me.
I have it all cooked now and just stepped outside to see if there might not be some hungry traveler about, whom I could invite in to eat dinner with me."
The young man went up the stream a little distance and found a couple of small logs which had been placed across the stream to serve as a bridge.
He crossed over and went down to the old woman's dugout hut.
"Come in grandson, and eat. I know you must be hungry."
The young man sat down and ate a real hearty meal.
On finishing he arose and said: "Grandmother, I thank you for your meal and kindness to me.
I would stay and visit with you awhile, as I know it must be very lonely here for you, but I am very anxious to find my brother, so I must be going.
On my return I will stop with my brother and we will pay you a little visit."
"Very well, grandson, but before you go, I wish you would do me a little favor.
Your brother did it for me before he left, and cured me, but it has come back on me again.
I am subject to very severe pains along the left side of my backbone, all the way from my shoulder blade down to where my ribs attach to my backbone, and the only way I get any relief from the pain is to have some one kick me along the side."
(She was a witch, and concealed in her robe a long sharp steel spike. It was placed so that the last kick they would give her, their foot would hit the spike and they would instantly drop off into a swoon, as if dead.)
"If I won't hurt you too much, grandmother, I certainly will be glad to do it for you," said the young man, little thinking he would be the one to get hurt.
"No, grandson, don't be afraid of hurting me; the harder you kick the longer the pain stays away."
She laid down on the floor and rolled over on to her right side, so he could get a good chance to kick the left side where she said the pain was located.
As he moved back to give the first kick, he glanced along the floor and he noticed a long object wrapped in a blanket, lying against the opposite wall.
He thought it looked strange and was going to stop and investigate, but just then the witch cried out as if in pain.
"Hurry up, grandson, I am going to die if you don't hurry and start in kicking."
" I can investigate after I get through with her," thought he, so he started in kicking and every kick he would give her she would cry: "Harder, kick harder."
He had to kick seven times before he would get to the end of the pain, so he let out as hard as he could drive, and when he came to the last kick he hit the spike, and driving it through his foot, fell down in a dead swoon, and was rolled up in a blanket by the witch and placed beside his brother at the opposite side of the room.
When the second brother failed to return, the third went in search of the two missing ones. He fared no better than the second one, as he met the old witch who served him in a similar manner as she had his two brothers.
"Ha! Ha!" she laughed, when she caught the third, "I have only one more of them to catch, and when I get them I will keep them all here a year, and then I will turn them into horses and sell them back to their sister.
I hate her, for I was going to try and keep house for them and marry the oldest one, but she got ahead of me and became their sister, so now I will get my revenge on her.
Next year she will be riding and driving her brothers and she won't know it."
When the third brother failed to return, the sister cried and begged the last one not to venture out in search of them.
But go he must, and go he did, only to do as his three brothers had done.
Now the poor sister was nearly distracted.
Day and night she wandered over hills and through woods in hopes she might find or hear of some trace of them.
Her wanderings were in vain.
The hawks had not seen them after they had crossed the little stream.
The wolves and coyotes told her that they had seen nothing of her brothers out on the broad plains, and she had given them up for dead.
One day, as she was sitting by the little stream that flowed past their hut, throwing pebbles into the water and wondering what she should do, she picked up a pure white pebble, smooth and round, and after looking at it for a long time, threw it into the water.
No sooner had it hit the water than she saw it grow larger.
She took it out and looked at it and threw it in again.
This time it had assumed the form of a baby.
She took it out and threw it in the third time and the form took life and began to cry: "Ina, ina" (mother, mother).
She took the baby home and fed it soup, and it being an unnatural baby, quickly grew up to a good sized boy.
At the end of three months he was a good big, stout youth.
One day he said: "Mother, why are you living here alone? To whom do all these fine clothes and moccasins belong?" She then told him the story of her lost brothers.
"Oh, I know now where they are.
You make me lots of arrows.
I am going to find my uncles." She tried to dissuade him from going, but he was determined and said: "My father sent me to you so that I could find my uncles for you, and nothing can harm me, because I am stone and my name is "Stone Boy."
The mother, seeing that he was determined to go, made a whole quiver full of arrows for him, and off he started.
When he came to the old witch's hut, she was nowhere to be seen, so he pushed the door in and entered.
The witch was busily engaged cooking dinner.
"Why, my dear grandchild, you are just in time for dinner.
Sit down and we will eat before you continue your journey."
Stone boy sat down and ate dinner with the old witch.
She watched him very closely, but when she would be drinking her soup he would glance hastily around the room.
Finally he saw the four bundles on the opposite side of the room, and he guessed at once that there lay his four uncles.
When he had finished eating he took out his little pipe and filled it with "kini-kinic," and commenced to smoke, wondering how the old woman had managed to fool his smart uncles.
He couldn't study it out, so when he had finished his smoke he arose to pretend to go. When the old woman saw him preparing to leave, she said: "Grandson, will you kick me on the left side of my backbone.
I am nearly dead with pain and if you kick me good and hard it will cure me."
"All right, grandma," said the boy.
The old witch lay down on the floor and the boy started in to kick.
At the first kick he barely touched her.
"Kick as hard as you can, grandson; don't be afraid you will hurt me, because you can't." With that Stone Boy let drive and broke two ribs.
She commenced to yell and beg him to stop, but he kept on kicking until he had kicked both sides of her ribs loose from the backbone.
Then he jumped on her backbone and broke it and killed the old witch.
He built a big fire outside and dragged her body to it, and threw her into the fire.
Thus ended the old woman who was going to turn his uncles into horses.
Next he cut willows and stuck them into the ground in a circle.
The tops he pulled together, making a wickieup.
He then took the old woman's robes and blankets and covered the wickieup so that no air could get inside.
He then gathered sage brush and covered the floor with a good thick bed of sage; got nice round stones and got them red hot in the fire, and placed them in the wickieup and proceeded to carry his uncles out of the hut and lay them down on the soft bed of sage. Having completed carrying and depositing them around the pile of rocks, he got a bucket of water and poured it on the hot rocks, which caused a great vapor in the little wickie-up.
He waited a little while and then listened and heard some breathing inside, so he got another bucket and poured that on also.
After awhile he could hear noises inside as though some one were moving about.
He went again and got the third bucket and after he had poured that on the rocks, one of the men inside said:
"Whoever you are, good friend, don't bring us to life only to scald us to death again."
Stone boy then said: "Are all of you alive?" "Yes," said the voice. "Well, come out," said the boy.
And with that he threw off the robes and blankets, and a great cloud of vapor arose and settled around the top of the highest peak on the long range, and from that did Smoky Range derive its name.
The uncles, when they heard who the boy was, were very happy, and they all returned together to the anxiously waiting sister.
As soon as they got home, the brothers worked hard to gather enough wood to last them all winter.
Game they could get at all times of the year, but the heavy fall of snow covered most of the dry wood and also made it very difficult to drag wood through the deep snow.
So they took advantage of the nice fall weather and by the time the snow commenced falling they had enough wood gathered to last them throughout the winter.
After the snow fell a party of boys swiftly coasted down the big hill west of the brothers' hut.
The Stone boy used to stand and watch them for hours at a time.
His youngest uncle said: "Why don't you go up and coast with them?"
The boy said: "They may be afraid of me, but I guess I will try once, anyway."
So the next morning when the crowd came coasting, Stone boy started for the hill.
When he had nearly reached the bottom of the coasting hill all of the boys ran off excepting two little fellows who had a large coaster painted in different colors and had little bells tied around the edges, so when the coaster was in motion the bells made a cheerful tinkling sound.
As Stone boy started up the hill the two little fellows started down and went past him as though shot from a hickory bow.
When they got to the end of their slide, they got off and started back up the hill.
It being pretty steep, Stone boy waited for them, so as to lend a hand to pull the big coaster up the hill.
As the two little fellows came up with him he knew at once that they were twins, as they looked so much alike that the only way one could be distinguished from the other was by the scarfs they wore.
One wore red, the other black.
He at once offered to help them drag their coaster to the top of the hill.
When they got to the top the twins offered their coaster to him to try a ride.
At first he refused, but they insisted on his taking it, as they said they would sooner rest until he came back.
So he got on the coaster and flew down the hill, only he was such an expert he made a zigzag course going down and also jumped the coaster off a bank about four feet high, which none of the other coasters dared to tackle.
Being very heavy, however, he nearly smashed the coaster.
Upon seeing this wonderful jump, and the zigzag course he had taken going down, the twins went wild with excitement and decided that they would have him take them down when he got back.
So upon his arrival at the starting point, they both asked him at once to give them the pleasure of the same kind of a ride he had taken.
He refused, saying: "We will break your coaster.
I alone nearly smashed it, and if we all get on and make the same kind of a jump, I am afraid you will have to go home without your coaster."
"Well, take us down anyway, and if we break it our father will make us another one."
So he finally consented.
When they were all seated ready to start, he told them that when the coaster made the jump they must look straight ahead.
"By no means look down, because if you do we will go over the cut bank and land in a heap at the bottom of the gulch."
They said they would obey what he said, so off they started swifter than ever, on account of the extra weight, and so swiftly did the sleigh glide over the packed, frozen snow, that it nearly took the twins' breath away.
Like an arrow they approached the jump.
The twins began to get a little nervous. "Sit steady and look straight ahead," yelled Stone boy.
The twin next to Stone boy, who was steering behind, sat upright and looked far ahead, but the one in front crouched down and looked into the coulee.
Of course, Stone boy, being behind, fell on top of the twins, and being so heavy, killed both of them instantly, crushing them to a jelly.
The rest of the boys, seeing what had happened, hastened to the edge of the bank, and looking down, saw the twins laying dead, and Stone boy himself knocked senseless, lying quite a little distance from the twins.
The boys, thinking that all three were killed, and that Stone boy had purposely steered the sleigh over the bank in such a way that it would tip and kill the twins, returned to the village with this report.
Now, these twins were the sons of the head chief of the Buffalo Nation.
So at once the chief and his scouts went over to the hill to see if the boys had told the truth.
When they arrived at the bank they saw the twins lying dead, but where was Stone boy? They looked high and low through the gulch, but not a sign of him could they find.
Tenderly they picked up the dead twins and carried them home, then held a big council and put away the bodies of the dead in Buffalo custom.
A few days after this the uncles were returning from a long journey.
When they drew near their home they noticed large droves of buffalo gathered on their side of the range.
Hardly any buffalo ever ranged on this east side of the range before, and the brothers thought it strange that so many should so suddenly appear there now.
When they arrived at home their sister told them what had happened to the chief's twins, as her son had told her the whole story upon his arrival at home after the accident.
"Well, probably all the buffalo we saw were here for the council and funeral," said the older brother.
"But where is my nephew?" (Stone boy) he asked his sister.
"He said he had noticed a great many buffalo around lately and he was going to learn, if possible, what their object was," said the sister. "Well, we will wait until his return."
When Stone boy left on his trip that morning, before the return of his uncles, he was determined to ascertain what might be the meaning of so many buffalo so near the home of himself and uncles.
He approached several bunches of young buffalo, but upon seeing him approaching they would scamper over the hills.
Thus he wandered from bunch to bunch, scattering them all.
Finally he grew tired of their cowardice and started for home.
When he had come to within a half mile or so of home he saw an old shaggy buffalo standing by a large boulder, rubbing on it first one horn and then the other.
On coming up close to him, the boy saw that the bull was so old he could hardly see, and his horns so blunt that he could have rubbed them for a year on that boulder and not sharpened them so as to hurt anyone.
"What are you doing here, grandfather?" asked the boy.
"I am sharpening my horns for the war," said the bull.
"What war?" asked the boy.
"Haven't you heard," said the old bull, who was so near sighted he did not recognize Stone boy.
"The chief's twins were killed by Stone boy, who ran them over a cut bank purposely, and the chief has ordered all of his buffalo to gather here, and when they arrive we are going to kill Stone boy and his mother and his uncles."
"Is that so? When is the war to commence?"
"In five days from now we will march upon the uncles and trample and gore them all to death."
"Well, grandfather, I thank you for your information, and in return will do you a favor that will save you so much hard work on your blunt horns."
So saying he drew a long arrow from his quiver and strung his bow, attached the arrow to the string and drew the arrow half way back.
The old bull, not seeing what was going on, and half expecting some kind of assistance in his horn sharpening process, stood perfectly still.
Thus spoke Stone boy:
"Grandfather, you are too old to join in a war now, and besides if you got mixed up in that big war party you might step in a hole or stumble and fall and be trampled to death.
That would be a horrible death, so I will save you all that suffering by just giving you this.
" At this word he pulled the arrow back to the flint head and let it fly.
True to his aim, the arrow went in behind the old bull's foreleg, and with such force was it sent that it went clear through the bull and stuck into a tree two hundred feet away.
Walking over to the tree, he pulled out his arrow.
Coolly straightening his arrow between his teeth and sighting it for accuracy, he shoved it back into the quiver with its brothers, exclaiming:
"I guess, grandpa, you won't need to sharpen your horns for Stone boy and his uncles."
Upon his arrival home he told his uncles to get to work building three stockades with ditches between and make the ditches wide and deep so they will hold plenty of buffalo.
"The fourth fence I will build myself," he said.
The brothers got to work early and worked until very late at night.
They built three corrals and dug three ditches around the hut, and it took them three days to complete the work. Stone boy hadn't done a thing towards building his fence yet, and there were only two days more left before the charge of the buffalo would commence.
Still the boy didn't seem to bother himself about the fence.
Instead he had his mother continually cutting arrow sticks, and as fast as she could bring them he would shape them, feather and head them.
So by the time his uncles had their fences and corrals finished he had a thousand arrows finished for each of his uncles.
The last two days they had to wait, the uncles joined him and they finished several thousand more arrows.
The evening before the fifth day he told his uncles to put up four posts, so they could use them as seats from which to shoot.
While they were doing this, Stone boy went out to scout and see how things looked.
At daylight he came hurriedly in saying, "You had better get to the first corral; they are coming."
"You haven't built your fence, nephew." Whereupon Stone boy said: "I will build it in time; don't worry, uncle."
The dust on the hillsides rose as great clouds of smoke from a forest fire.
Soon the leaders of the charge came in sight, and upon seeing the timber stockade they gave forth a great snort or roar that fairly shook the earth.
Thousands upon thousands of mad buffalo charged upon the little fort.
The leaders hit the first stockade and it soon gave way.
The maddened buffalo pushed forward by the thousands behind them; plunged forward, only to fall into the first ditch and be trampled to death by those behind them.
The brothers were not slow in using their arrows, and many a noble beast went down before their deadly aim with a little flint pointed arrow buried deep in his heart.
The second stockade stood their charge a little longer than did the first, but finally this gave way, and the leaders pushed on through, only to fall into the second ditch and meet a similar fate to those in the first.
The brothers commenced to look anxiously towards their nephew, as there was only one more stockade left, and the second ditch was nearly bridged over with dead buffalo, with the now thrice maddened buffalo attacking the last stockade more furiously than before, as they could see the little hut through the openings in the corral.
"Come in, uncles," shouted Stone boy.
They obeyed him, and stepping to the center he said: "Watch me build my fence."
Suiting the words, he took from his belt an arrow with a white stone fastened to the point and fastening it to his bow, he shot it high in the air. Straight up into the air it went, for two or three thousand feet, then seemed to stop suddenly and turned with point down and descended as swiftly as it had ascended.
Upon striking the ground a high stone wall arose, enclosing the hut and all who were inside. Just then the buffalo broke the last stockade only to fill the last ditch up again.
In vain did the leaders butt the stone wall.
They hurt themselves, broke their horns and mashed their snouts, but could not even scar the wall.
The uncles and Stone boy in the meantime rained arrows of death into their ranks.
When the buffalo chief saw what they had to contend with, he ordered the fight off.
The crier or herald sang out: "Come away, come away, Stone boy and his uncles will kill all of us."
So the buffalo withdrew, leaving over two thousand of their dead and wounded on the field, only to be skinned and put away for the feasts of Stone boy and his uncles, who lived to be great chiefs of their own tribe,
and whose many relations soon joined them on the banks of Stone Boy Creek.
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2023.06.02 00:59 jukebox_flipflop Wondering if I’m married to a narcissist. Help.

In public my husband is a completely charming individual. He’s great. He’s helpful. When he retells a touching or sad story he cries. People say, “you’re so lucky to be married to him.” But he’s completely different at home. He’s always unhappy. He has explosions of anger. He doesn’t have any empathy for me.
Last weekend, we were at a graduation ceremony, and we were talking to a couple we had just met, and the topic of homeschooling came up. (I homeschooled our kids years ago). He told this couple that our two youngest “weren’t schooled at all” and this was an outright lie. I was extremely involved and invested in their education but put them in school bc my mental health was suffering and my son needed to be accountable to someone besides me.
Later that night, I approached him and told him in a very neutral tone of voice that what he had said humiliated and hurt me and made me look bad. He was immediately defensive and sneered “well I’m sorry you feel that way” and refused to listen to me.
Baseball game last night: I told him it was the top of the fifth inning and he said “no it’s not” in the same tone of voice you’d say to an idiot. I let it go, then the announcer said it was the top of the fifth inning. “I guess you’re right,” he said, and when I told him I didn’t like how he talked to me he said it was “just my perception.”
I graduated college last month and was honored with an achievement by the faculty, who urged me to invite family and friends to the event. I asked if he could make it and he said absolutely. He showed up thirty minutes late and missed my award.
Each night we have a beer and I think of questions to ask him but he never asks about myself.
A few years ago my mental health tanked and I started smoking again. When I told him he literally moved away from me on the couch and expressed disgust. My smoking was really out of character for me and I wondered why he immediately jumped to anger and disgust instead of asking me what was going on in my life that would cause me to take this up after quitting for 15 years.
Then I get confused because he’ll suddenly be really nice and attentive and tells me he loves me, but deep down I don’t feel like he respects or values me. Our kids adore him and he’s a great dad and friend but I don’t feel like I receive the same treatment. Just wondering if anyone else has experienced this.
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2023.06.02 00:57 Other-Fly-140 Best friend giving mixed signals and acting strange

Im a female 25, and my best friend of 8 years has told me on multiple occasions he likes me and wants to date me but never directly. Its always some friend or after drink conversations so i never bothered to reply. Very recently he came out as bisexual which is a deal breaker for me as im into very masculine men and my friend does have alot of feminine traits. Despite this, I thought about us and concluded he is not a bad option after all. I asked him if he likes guys more than girls and he said it doesnt mattet cuz he only wants to marry a girl due to family restrictions (his family or nobody else knows) and not tell his partner about his sexuality. He told me all this while we were very drunk and i was disappointed.
After thinkinh about it for months, I told him i wanna give this a shot as he always chased me for years but this time he proceeded to say he wants to take time and i got to know he is going to ask some girl out and likes her.
Im confused if he likes me now or not cuz even after tellimg hik directly he did not have that much needed conversation with me yet and moved to next girl. He doesnt have any plans telling this other girl that he’s been sleeping with Men for last 5 years.
I feel he’s just a bad sport and it is hard continuing friendship with someone who is completely dishonest, inconsistent and inconsiderate of others feeling. Im just sticking around for the time i have invetsed in this friendship but nothing feels same now.
What do you guys think should someone do in such situation?
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2023.06.02 00:56 Whitebomblet All he wants is a Japanese girlfriend

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2023.06.02 00:55 LegallyCanadian23 How do I (25 F) get over resenment towards him (25 M)?

Been dating a X a few years, we were both in school when we started. He moved to USA for school 3 years ago and we did long distance (west coast vs east coast). I was able to graduate a semester early from my school and managed to get into an after degree program in same state (40 mins away from X's school but we live on his campus). I knew coming into it that there was going to be lots of sacrifices and it was going to be hard to make it work but I do love him and was willing to go through it. Five months later and I'm realizing that I was the only one that had to sacrifice. I had to move, I had to take on more debt to go through more school, I had to leave my family and friends to come to strange city, I have to commute 2 hours each day for school, I have to figure out how to stay in the country and find a job willing to sponsor my visa (he still has 3-4 years left in his degree). I was slowly coming to terms with everything until this week, where he is at a conference paid for by his work where they're staying at a 5 star resort, eating lobster and steak, while I'm stuck in a city with no friends, no one to talk to, and not even a car to be able to go explore. Since we're on a campus, I don't even have access to any of the buildings to go walk around or explore. Long story short - No matter what happens, I can't seem to be happy for him and his accomplishments without feeling sad for myself. I've given up SO much to be here and make this relationship work, and he had to give up NOTHING. Not one aspect of his life had to change (besides picking me up from school once a week at night). We're talking about getting married and I just don't know.

TDLR; Am I the problem?
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2023.06.02 00:54 FlexibleIntegrity I finally cried yesterday

Note: I wasn't sure what tag to use so I think vent/rant is the best fit.
It had building up for...I don't know...days, months, years, decades perhaps.
It really started coming to the surface over last weekend. I started reading Stephanie Foo's book, What My Bones Know. I felt heartbroken reading about the abuse she suffered. I also know she experiences a happy ending. I then thought about my ex-fiancee. We mutually split a few years ago. She has moved on...started seeing a man a few months after she moved out. They are living together. I overheard my neighbor talking to another neighbor. She and her boyfriend got engaged last fall and she will be selling her house and moving in with him. Of course, she has to get her first marriage annuled before they can get married. I started comparing myself to them (which is always a bad idea), thinking about how they were able to move on, to start over...and I feel like I am stuck...still a teenager. The teenager who became withdrawn because that's what he did to survive all the drama...the trauma when his father walked out.
Over the weekend, I also invited that isolationist part to share whatever he wants with me. I learned about IFS through my therapist (who is great, by the way. I'm lucky to have found her.) and I will use writing as a way to let my parts communicate as it seems to work best. All kinds of hurt, anger, distrust, all kinds of stuff was written on paper both Saturday and Sunday. I met with my T on Tuesday. We talked a lot about what I wrote, what feelings it brought up. At one point, I was talking about whatever I said and it was good stuff about I'm learning...and then I shit on myself. My inner critic came up and ripped into me...I didn't realize I was doing it until she told me what I said. She then said, "I heard your mother's voice, not yours." It's not the first time I've been told that. I don't want to be like my mother....the source of that codependcy, the enmeshment, the feeling of "you don't matter". Memories going back to when I was around 4 years old have been strong for the past several months. That inner child part who didn't get any nurturing when he woke up with that terrible headache. He was just harshly told to go back to bed, fearing that his mother was going to hit him. Being ignored the following morning.
Yesterday...I felt that inner 4-year old child coming up during the afternoon while I was at work. I wrote down whatever came in my mind on a piece of paper...loss, sadness, broken, grief, abandonment, damn this hell I feel I'm in, will I find healing, what the hell is true romantic love anyway, family - what is that, loneliness, the name of my 1st girlfriend back in 4th grade. After work, I went to the gym...talked to one my friends there about it (bless her)...got about 3/4 of my workout routine done then went home...I just couldn't make myself finish it. Did my usual chores...then sat outside...feeling whatever was coming. I named out loud the sounds I heard - the birds, the traffic, people talking nearby. What did I see - birds, the iris blooming deep purple blossoms, the oak tree, my cat wandering around in the backyard (it's fenced in). Trying to use the coping skills I have learned. Then I couldn't take it any longer and went inside...immediately lay down on the living room floor and the flood came. I cried...hard...tears all over my face, snot running out of my nose...I went through several tissues. It lasted for 15, maybe 20 minutes then I was finally able to get myself to the couch...my best friend texted me all through it (I had texted her when I was outside) to check in on me. I replied when I could. I was spent emotionally and felt like I just ran a marathon. My heart hurt.
I emailed my therapist (been seeing her for about 7 months now) that evening and she replied back this morning with words of encouragement. She is really awesome. I went to work today as I felt it would be worse to isolate myself at home and I survived the day.
I fucking cried yesterday, for real, for the first time in I don't know how long. There is more in me...I feel it. I know there is anger somewhere it there, too. And whatever else hasn't come up yet. I'm still so raw. Why couldn't I have been diagnosed with this sort of thing when I was 30...other than the fact that was over 20 years ago. I wasn't...I was diagnosed with CPTSD last summer after my first flashback hit me. I read a quote a while back...something like "the best way around is through" and that's what I have to do to heal from all of this. To have a chance to stop hating myself, for wanting to fix other people, to stop people-pleasing, to not want to walk in front of a moving train (which I wouldn't actually do).
If you read all the way to the end, I thank you. This shit sucks, doesn't it?
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2023.06.02 00:53 WeatherILikeItOrNot Secondary Dependency

My mom doesn’t live with me nor do I pay for her bills but she is going through a situation right now that may put her on disability. My brothers who live near her want nothing to do with her and I’m not in the best financial state to start paying for her bills for the long haul. She is still legally married to my dad but they have been living separately since 2018.
My question is, what do I need to do to potentially start the process of moving in with us and claiming her as a secondary dependent? I know the secondary dependent process goes through DFAS and requires approval which could take months. I honestly don’t think she has months to spare and she needs help soon.
I appreciate any advice or pointers y’all have for me!
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2023.06.02 00:53 _coke_zero_ Can my boyfriend sponsor me for the US?

In a long distance relationship with my boyfriend (US citizen), we’re hoping to marry in the near future. I’m not ready to move to the US yet so even if we marry we will continue being LD for a couple years until I’m done with my education
Problem is, I was born outside of the country I live in currently (Canada) and don’t have access to my birth certificate from there, because they don’t really do birth certificates in general, at least not like how the US and Canada does. I’m a citizen of both my home country and Canada. I also don’t have much proof of a relationship besides his word and mine, we see each other every few months but don’t even really have photo evidence besides a few selfies. He lives in Ohio and I live in Toronto so there’s not much to see or do (besides each other lol). I also plan to keep my last name, not share bank accounts (or have separate and joint ones AFTER marriage/ when I move in with him), prenup, have a small wedding or even just a courthouse wedding, etc. It’s also due to religious reasons.
I don’t know how difficult it would be to get me in, would it be best for me to sponsor him for PR in Canada instead?
Edit; I also don’t know if this will help but he served in the US military
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2023.06.02 00:51 LegallyCanadian23 How do you get over resentment for choices you made because of him?

Been dating a X a few years, we were both in school when we started. He moved to USA for school 3 years ago and we did long distance (west coast vs east coast). I was able to graduate a semester early from my school and managed to get into an after degree program in same state (40 mins away from X's school but we live on his campus). I knew coming into it that there was going to be lots of sacrifices and it was going to be hard to make it work but I do love him and was willing to go through it. Five months later and I'm realizing that I was the only one that had to sacrifice. I had to move, I had to take on more debt to go through more school, I had to leave my family and friends to come to strange city, I have to commute 2 hours each day for school, I have to figure out how to stay in the country and find a job willing to sponsor my visa (he still has 3-4 years left in his degree). I was slowly coming to terms with everything until this week, where he is at a conference paid for by his work where they're staying at a 5 star resort, eating lobster and steak, while I'm stuck in a city with no friends, no one to talk to, and not even a car to be able to go explore. Since we're on a campus, I don't even have access to any of the buildings to go walk around or explore.
Long story short - No matter what happens, I can't seem to be happy for him and his accomplishments without feeling sad for myself. I've given up SO much to be here and make this relationship work, and he had to give up NOTHING. Not one aspect of his life had to change (besides picking me up from school once a week at night). We're talking about getting married and I just don't know. Am I the problem?
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2023.06.02 00:50 mt_xing EY F seat that can be booked through Aeroplan but not EY?

Saw something weird and I wanted to see if anyone else knew what's up with this.
If I search the route CDG - SEA one way on Aeroplan, I can see some dates next March with open seats in EK first class, via Dubai. A terrible routing and way too many points (400k+), sure, but interesting nonetheless.
What's fascinating is that when I go to Emirates's own website and try to search for that same route, nothing comes up. The search box won't even let me enter SEA as a destination when CDG is the departure airport. Trying to use a multi-city award search to go CDG-DXB and then DXB-SEA manually results in no open first class space. Married segment, maybe?
Anyone know why Aeroplan can apparently find EK award space that EK's own site won't show? Is it just phantom?

EDIT: Typo in title. Meant EK (Emirates).
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2023.06.02 00:49 DunkinVulcan Why ladies?

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2023.06.02 00:48 Ok-Wind-6865 How to stop hurting my boyfriend

I (30F) and my boyfriend (34M) have been in a committed relationship for 1,5 years now. We usually joke about being each other’s soulmate, and we talk about getting married someday. We plan on moving in together in october, he has a son. So it’s getting very serious. I am so in love with him, and I really love his son! But……. I do have pretty severe anxiety, struggled with it since childhood. I get these panic attacks. Unfortunately I was sexually assaulted by a “friend” 2 years ago. Few months later I developed ptsd. I think I have shut a lot of emotions down since it happened. I met my bf after the incident, so he is used to the ptsd and anxiety symptoms and has never minded and has been really supportive. He has helped me out of the emotional shutdown, and we have been talking everything through. He even went with me to a psychologist. In the past month, I have been re-experiencing a lot of unwanted feelings. It seems like everything I have been shutting down comes back to the surface. I have suddenly become to dependent on my bf, fortunately he started a new job so he is very busy. So I’m trying to deal with my emotions on my own. I booked a time at the psychiatrist and psychologist but unfortunately there is a few weeks wait. Bf is getting a lot of negative emotions from me and I’m scared that he will break up with me. And I’m scared that I will ruin everything between us.
In reality, I probably shouldn’t even be in a relationship right now, with all my problems. But he really is the one. I just.. don’t know how to handle this. Any advice?
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2023.06.02 00:46 YummersXx101 Curious lang ako ..

A little backstory:
I [26F] have been cheated on by my ex [M26] of almost 12yrs. During the relationship, maraming beses na sya nagcheat sakin pero ang alam ko lang ay ka chat lang sya so ni-gaslight ko yung sarili ko na baka inip lang sya so I let it slide. I let it slide WAY SO MANY TIMES. So last December he decided na we go on our separate ways, pero October palang e di na kami okay sa di ko malamang dahilan pero come along the breakup narealize ko e dahil pala meron na naman syang MGA kausap.
During the recovery, OUR FRIENDS (because we have the same circle of friends ) told me many things na ngayon ko lang nalaman. MADAMI PA PALA SYANG BABAE NA KINIKITA habang ako nasa work at sya ay tambay. Nanlamig buong katawan ko, nagalit at namuhi ako sa kanya kasi first of all NAPAKAPANGET nya, (sorry po, pero totoo kasi). Tamad din sya at walang plano sa buhay. Sya yung tipo ng tao na PWEDE na sa basta meron syang food, may roof above his head and my water. So come when we were 24 pinilit ko na sya maghanap ng work kasi HELLO ano plano mo saten bakit hanggang ganyan ka nalang. So nung nagkawork sya, nakahanap sya dun ng bagong bibiktimahin nya. Well, good riddance naman, I must say.
Though sobrang sakit, nakapag move on naman ako ng mabilis kasi tinulungan ko din sarili ko. Nagpaka hoe phase talaga ako, ginawa lahat ng bagay para makalimot [except drugs] and medyo natutong uminom. Until I met this guy, my prince charming na cutie, yummy, maeffort sobra, kasama ako sa mga plano nya sa buhay at date to marry talaga ang goal. SO SOBRANG MASAYA NAPO AKO NGAYON. HEHE.
So long story short, ayun na nga, nalaman ko na nagkatuluyun sila nung isa sa mga babae nya na kausap nung nagchecheat sya, my question is:
GANO KALAKING PERCENT KAYA YUNG SUCCESS STORY NG MGA RELATIONSHIP NA ANG FOUNDATION AY PANGANGABET OR CHEATING?

I STILL WISH THEM ILL. Alam nyo yun, di nila deserve maging masaya kasi ang sasahol nila. Galit ako until now kahit masaya nako sa new healthy relationship ko. Masama na sa kung masama pero I've been miserable for so long that I cannot wish them well in life. Sana lokohin nila yung isat isa para they can taste their own medicine.
Yun lang. Hehe. Sorry ang haba.
PS:
-Alam nung girl na in super long term rel kami nung ex ko. NagpapakaSADBOI etong lolo mo sa kanya kaya ang bakla e nafall. EWW.
-Di ko inaway yung girl kasi I'm better than that. At alam kong pathological liar and cheater yung ex ko so ako lang magmumukhang mababa.
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2023.06.02 00:46 One-Yam2819 That's a question that I have no answer for. 🤷‍♀️ You can only assume that it's the Christian way?

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2023.06.02 00:45 h0lymacaroni Passport Renewal - help!

Hello! I have an appointment for passport renewal this June, problem is recently married last Nov and I want to use last name na ni husband. I only have NBI clearance with married name and PhilHealth ID na married name..
Pwede na kaya ito or do I need to secure another ID? My UMID is under my maiden name pa po. Saw that DFA accepts ID with Maiden name IF within 6 months after wedding kaso in my case, lagpas na. Sabi ng friend ko na taga DFA bring the PSA marriage cert and IDs na meron pero baka kasi masayang punta ko.
Please help 🙏🏻
Suspended UMID and Postal ID. Ung national ID ko is wala pa kahit ung ePhilID 😭
May nagpproduce paba ng Student Permind na PVC or Digitized na accepted ng DFA?
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2023.06.02 00:45 goldfishot Being the best break up but not girlfriend!?

So apparently (and I've heard this a lot), I'm the best girlfriend to break up with. This makes me laugh but also gets me fairly annoyed as men only see me for the nice person that I am only when they are not in a relationship with me any longer! I hold no malice, I bear no grudges, I am still friendly and often still allow some intimacy during a weaning period (which will vary in length depending on how intense and long we were in a relationship for).
I learnt early, when I was 19 to not break people's hearts. In actual fact I have only broken one guys heart and that was my first break up when I called it off and I didn't know how to handle it or what I was doing. But since then breaking up for me is easy. Don't get me wrong, it's mostly still painful and upsetting but it's something I've done a lot and I know how to do it well. Unfortunately I'm not able to find the right guy for me to have a serious relationship with so far. I think I'm destined to teach men that girls aren't all seeking revenge or trying to hurt you purposefully when it comes down to break ups. That also it is possible to have a transition to being friends after a relationship when many guys I've known before never could understand this before.
I have many male friends, where about 40% of them were intimate with me at some stage and this usually is a problem with my (whoever is current boyfriend), but as we get older and wiser a few of these guys I go out with, realise when they see me with these ex's (who have become my friends) that they are no threat. But this is not always the case. It's ridiculous because they end up in that 'ex' category and they then realize why I do what I do and are grateful when it's them it's happening to!
My male friends that were ex's don't always remain in my life forever, they move on, get married, etc and that's great for them. I have no qualms with that at all. I'm just there as a friend who once had a deep connection with them, know them well, help them through emotional stuff etc, as a girl who is now a plutonic friend. I support all my friends if they reach out. I just forget about the intimacy with them, practically castrate them in my mind and they are to me, like any other girl friend. Boundaries are established over time, usually quite quickly like 1 month or 6 weeks.
I don't know why I have got myself in this ridiculous vicious cycle! Maybe, I think, I'm not destined to have a normal relationship with anyone!
Open for discussion, not looking for advice. I'm wanting to see what other people have experienced and different perspectives.
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2023.06.02 00:42 thelastjellybaby Immediate thoughts on the Series 16 Line-up (SPOILERS)

As Series 15 finishes in my Top 5 series of Taskmaster of all time, the Series 16 line-up is revealed - and for the first time in five series, I’m not quite sure!
I haven’t seen enough of Julian to gage him, I’ve never even heard of Sam Campbell, and I’ve only ever seen Lucy in her stuff with Jon Richardson and their whole “we’re married and we hate each other” shtick just grates on me.
Having said that, Sue Perkins has been on my list of TM wants since I had one, and Susan Wokoma wasn’t but should have been! She was great in Year of the Rabbit.
RE Sam, I’ve genuinely never heard of him. Is Taskmaster being set up to replace Mock The Week in introducing new talent to the wider world?
Some rambles about the new line-up. I don’t know. The last time I wasn’t sure about a lineup was Series 10 and that’s probably my least favourite series. :(
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2023.06.02 00:41 Electronic_Depth_813 Cool song for best man + maid of honor dance

Hello!
I recently found of my best friend is getting married and he picked me for his best man.
As happy as this makes me, there are still a lot of things to be worried about like giving a good speech at the wedding, throwing a proper bachelor party and having a separate dance with the maid of honor.
I haven't met her officially yet (she's the bride's best friend and we went to the same high school but have never talked) and I was thinking about the dance that I'm supposed to have with this girl.
I already had several songs on my mind, but I think those are songs that I would prefer to be played on my own wedding's dance, rather than when I'm a best man - Always Somewhere by Scorpions, Stuck on you by Lionel Richie, Said I loved you, but I lied by Michael Bolton and Bryan Adams - Heaven.
Can you guys give me ideas about some cool songs for a dance with the maid of honor, without it overshadowing the bride and groom's dance and it not sounding so lovey-dovey, but rather a more playful/friendly tune fit for a slow dance?
(before you ask, no, the bride and groom haven't picked a song yet)
Also, general best man tips are also very welcome, since I'm very nervous about the whole thing.
Thank you in advance for your tips and recommendations!
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2023.06.02 00:41 Sufficient-Border-10 Loner Joe

"You don't belong here."
Joe winced, but he held his gaze steady on the red-faced man before him.
"Could you tell me the WiFi password?"
"This ain't London," the man sneered. He slammed a pint down on the bar mat. "Eight quid."
Joe opened his mouth, then his wallet, and paid it. It was piss-warm, obviously.
He set his pint down on the nearest unoccupied table.
"Not there," said the barman. "Mickey sits there."
Joe scooted over to the next table across.
"Racist," said the barman, cracking his knuckles.
Joe had no idea how he was being "racist," but he started sweating as if he was anyway.
He abandoned his pint and stumbled towards the bogs.
"Oi, London," said the barman, "it's 50p for a slash, a quid for a shit."
Joe fumbled for £1.50 and realised he'd run out of change. His voice sounded like a slowly deflating balloon, but a balloon from Tavistock, not London.
"Do you take card, mate?"
It had been this way every night for the last seven months. The same warm pint, the same insults and jeering regulars. He missed Jimmy and Tony and Harrison. The Glue Crew. So-called 'cus they always stuck together. Or, at least, until Joe got this new job.
"Actually, no," said Joe, his voice rising with a sudden courageous stupidity. "You're not my mate!"
"Someone's learning," said the barman.
"You're a cunt!" said Joe. He pointed around the room. "And you! And you! Cunts of a feather, cunt together!"
So when the barman's and his clienteles' skins peeled apart like wet tissue paper, revealing writhing masses of tentacles and tooth-lined suckers, it was actually kind of a relief.
"Oh," said Joe. "Is that it? I can do that too!"
He shrieked with pleasure as his flesh-suit ripped open and his appendages felt the first fresh(ish) air they'd had in 40 years. His eyes moistened with a membranous goo, but also with happy tears.
He did belong here!
•••
"You don't belong here."
Joe flinched.
He'd just finished introducing Tony to Godfrey and Donovan, and the rest of the Mew Crew (so-called 'cus they were all kind of octo- pussy).
So, when Tony had dragged him outside for a cigarette, he was too happy to think it was weird.
Neither of them smoked.
"Listen," said Tony. "The people in there aren't who you think."
"I –"
"They're monsters," said Tony, seizing Joe's arm. "Get in the car."
"But –"
Tony punched Joe twice in the face, and threw him into the passenger seat. "We don't have time."
They were 30 seconds out of the car park when the pub exploded. A fat and smoking tentacle bounced off the bonnet. Bricks and beaks hammered down on the car roof.
"I know it's a shock," said Tony, kindly, "but fuck them. We can be the Glue Crew again!"
Joe said quietly, "I was one of those monsters, Tony."
The tires squealed against tarmac. "What?" Tony shouted, "you're a paedo, too?"
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2023.06.02 00:40 kettlebellswing123 I don't want to bail on my friend's wedding reception

My friend is having a wedding reception in our country but getting married abroad with just a couple of witnesses. I have been invited to the reception but not able to bring a +1 because they only have capacity for a set number of people (meaning it'll be very intimate).
Apart from the bride, I will not know anyone there. We went to the same college but we had different friend groups so all the people from college won't know me. My social anxiety is so bad that I actually avoided her brother who used to attend the same leisure centre as me and always used to pretend like I didn't see them. I always made a plan to say hi if I saw them again and got shy each time. They will definitely be there and that will be even more awkward.
Social anxiety sucks. I was really hoping I could bring my partner along to help alleviate my feelings of anxiety.
Dunno what to do? Tips please!!
(Originally posted on socialanxiety but didn't get any replies.)
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