2022.01.28 15:50 cryptochartsbot Thoughts on $BTC #Bitcoin! See BTC-XLM's idea on TradingView below. https://t.co/tepuu5m7GK
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2022.01.28 15:50 drummerboy2749 …it absolutely was! My frame finally came!
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2022.01.28 15:50 CumfartablyNumb People who've embraced the single life, what gives you purpose and meaning?
Covid has pretty much killed my dating life. It's an added burden I don't care to shoulder. I haven't touched dating apps in months. I haven't had a date in over a year. And I don't really miss it. I'm way too anxious over dating, I don't like the cocktail of emotions it creates in me, and honestly I just don't get anything beneficial out of it. I don't think I want a serious committed relationship so much as I just want a friend to hang out with and play video games or binge Netflix. I haven't had any luck finding an intimate partner willing to embrace that role and I'm tired of pursuing it.
But leaving the dating world feels strange. It's been a major driving force in my life. In the past it motivated me to improve myself and keep up with pop culture. These days I'd rather focus on accepting who I am and letting pop culture leave me in its dust.
But I feel a little sad and empty when I think about no longer trying to find someone. Like I've failed. And I don't know what to turn to for meaning.
Anyone wrestle with this? Any suggestions?
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2022.01.28 15:50 Bakersdaman This is where the fun begins (No Way Home is free game)
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2022.01.28 15:50 satanic_monkey666 Redditors, what do you think is the worst type of person, personality wise?
2022.01.28 15:50 AgentFoo Can someone explain Bobby Fish's new shirt?
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2022.01.28 15:50 TessaBelle-TheBrave My doctor won’t help, PLEASE give me advice!
I’m 21 right now. In middle school I weighed like 190 and I went to the doctor and found out I had hypothyroidism. They put me on Levothyroxine and I started losing a lot of weight, and was looking a lot better (150-165) A few years later, for some reason I had decided because my weight was doing good and I no longer wanted to take it, so I had them take me off it. That was over a year ago. Right now I weigh 220 pounds. I’ve tried all sorts of diets, and have been going to the gym. I lose weight at first, until it goes right back up. Nothing helps. My weight jumps around a lot, and my mental health isn’t good. It all started when I got off that pill. The only problem is that I got my thyroid tested and it says my levels are fine. So my doctor will not put me back on my Levothyroxine. Why is it so hard to put me back on a pill that I never should of got off of in the first place? Everyone is ignoring me and I feel super frustrated because the solution feels so damn simple. PLEASE offer me advice on what to do.
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2022.01.28 15:50 varienus Current best stage to farm Ores of the event?
2022.01.28 15:50 Erutious Strings- Part 3
Part 1- https://www.reddit.com/nosleep/comments/s3x7h0/strings_part_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3
Part 2- https://www.reddit.com/nosleep/comments/s9hsp8/strings_part_2/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3
It's been two weeks since the party, and I'm beginning to think that my own time might be getting short.
I have had a shadow for the past few days, and it appears that the holder of my string has found me.
I blame the newscast for this, but I can't say I wasn't blameless. I let myself get swept up by my own small amount of celebrity. I got sloppy, and it came back to bite me. It appears I've made myself an easy target.
A few days after Gabe's party, I got a call from the local news outlet. They wanted to talk about Adriana's murder, and someone from the police department had leaked them my information. I agreed to tell them what I could about it, and they set up a time and a place for the interview. Apparently, the story had really taken off after the interview with Adriana's mother, and people were curious enough about it for them to squeeze ratings from it.
I had remained mostly uncommented on by anyone that wasn't at my high school until that point, but that was about to change.
My dad let me borrow a suit since the one I owned was about a size too small. As he helped me into the sleek black suit he used for presentations, I felt pretty sharp. This was easily the best I had felt in my entire life, and I was still riding the high of helping Lisa at the party. My celebrity at school had soured after the word got out that I had stopped her ex from kidnapping her. It seemed that I couldn't walk two feet without seeing a red string or an orange string, or a hopeful blue string trying to attach itself to me. I likely looked like the aforementioned popular girl with my web of connections zipping off every which way, and I had to stop myself from looking lest I give myself a headache. I was on top of the world, and I couldn't see how I could ever come down.
Though, when I saw the black string that stretched off into nowhere, I remembered that there was at least one person out there with less than friendly interest.
The interview went about as well as expected. The spin was very positive, Local Boy Arrives at Crime Scene in Time to Comfort Dying Girl, and the reporter was more than a little flattering. As usual, I didn't mention the strings. I stuck to the same story I had given the police. I had been walking and saw the man dragging a struggling girl from his van into the warehouse. I had been nervous, thinking about calling emergency services, before finding my nerve and plunging into the building to try and help her. I had arrived too late and called for help as I sat with her in her last moments. The news anchor had theatrically wiped a tear away and told me again how brave I was. I just sort of nodded and told her that it was nice of her to say so but that I was just doing what anyone should do if they see someone in trouble. The interview wrapped up, and as the cameras cut, she thanked me and told me she was sorry for what I had endured.
"Finding that poor girl like that….I can't imagine how that must haunt you."
On that note, she had no idea.
A few days later, I saw the van.
I believe the first time might have been a coincidence. I was walking home, Mark buzzing in my ear about something when I saw the van driving in the opposite direction. The windows were tinted, the driver little more than an outline, but I noticed him when he craned his neck around to look at me. I felt a prickle run up my back. He had nearly broken his neck trying to get a look at me, but I put it out of my mind. So what? Maybe he recognized me from the news broadcast. It was no big deal.
As Mark told me bye, it brought me back to reality.
He left for his house and left me to walk the three blocks to my own.
I hadn't been walking long when I heard a soft voice from nowhere.
"You have a shadow."
I jumped a little and tried not to look around. Adriana hadn't popped in for a chat since that night with Lisa, and her intrusions were a little worrying. I couldn't honestly believe some ghost girl was hanging out in my head but did that make her a manifestation of my own intuition or something? Some kind of Jiminy Cricket conscience voice that lived in my noggin? What was she, and why did she keep popping up?
"That van looks familiar," she said as I tried my best to maintain my pace, "kind of like the one he pulled me into."
I didn't dare look behind me, but I could hear tires driving slowly over the pavement.
This wasn't real. I had seen a van and was just psyching myself out. If I turned around right now, I would probably just see a mail truck or a taxi pulling up to someone's house. There was no proof that the vehicle behind me was the same white van at all.
But there wasn't any proof it wasn't.
"I'd cut down this side road. He's getting closer."
I cut down the alley before I could think about it too much. I heard the vehicle roll on as I sped up, making my way between two streets. The alley was too narrow for the van to fit, but I was sure it would double back and come for me on the adjoining street. I could hear the sound of someone accelerating, and I would likely come out of the alley just in time for them to run me over. I had started to panic when I looked down and saw the very thing that would likely send me over the edge.
The black string was rotating, following the course of the van.
"Duck behind that dumpster and stay absolutely still."
Adrianna's voice was deathly quiet, almost a pale whisper, and I found myself ducking behind that dumpster before I could stop myself.
From my vantage point, I could see it roll past slowly, the driver scouting the alley. I peeked from between a pair of trash cans, watching it pass with slow deliberateness. I couldn't see much through the tinted windows, but that black string sticking from the doorway told me all I needed to know. It was no coincidence that he was so close to my house, and I would need to take steps to ensure that he never learned where I lived.
He had found me, maybe through luck or maybe not, and decided that I needed to be silenced.
I stayed hidden there next to that stinking dumpster until I saw him take a left and drive towards Mark's neighborhood.
Then I booked it for home as fast as I could.
I got home and slammed the door, throwing all the locks before running upstairs. My guardian angel didn't speak up, so I figured I might be in the clear for the time being. I wasn't sure what to do about this, my mind tripping over a thousand different possibilities. I could tell my parents, but would they believe me? I had no proof that he had done anything, and if the police searched his van and found nothing, it would ruin my credibility. I could tell the police, but that would amount to the same thing as telling my parents. They might also decide that I was looking for attention or trying to divert them from myself and decide I was the real killer. My afternoons became a steady slog between the window and my door, wracking my brain for some way out of this. I would check the window, look down on the street for the van, cross to my desk and pick up my notepad, then walk to the door so I could tell my parents before throwing up my hands and doing it all over again.
The one person I could have talked to about this was as silent as the grave, which was fitting since that was where she now resided.
He let me stew like this for four days before he struck..
I hadn't seen the van since that first time, but I felt like he was still around. It's hard to explain, but I would get that feeling of eyes watching me, and I would suddenly change my course and walk another way. I cut through people's yards, went to friends' houses only to leave through their backyard, and took any roundabout way that I could to get home without being seen. That worked for a few days, but on Thursday, it was raining.
Mark's dad had picked him up for a doctor's appointment, but my dad was stuck at work. Mom was out getting some things from the market, and I did not want to stay out in the open waiting for her to come get me. I started running, kicking up puddles as I went, and by the halfway point, I was completely soaked. I kept looking around like a fitful deer, sure that the headlights of a van would find me any minute. I would hear the engine roar suddenly, and the last thing I would see would be the headlights and grill as it rolled right over me, silencing me forever. Maybe my mom would find me on the way back from the store. Maybe a passerby would be there to hold my hand as I had held Adriana's. Either way, I would be too dead to care.
The puddles exploded around my feet like landmines, but I barely noticed as they soaked through my sneakers. I was running flat out, my chest heaving and my heart thumping. My adrenaline was high, and I knew that I just had to make it home before he found me. He had discovered the general vicinity of my neighborhood, and the last thing I wanted to do was lead him right to my house, but it was so wet out, and I just couldn't stay in it for long.
When I turned onto my street, my porchlight in sight, I thought I was home free.
When headlights flooded the other end of the road, the GMC logo standing out on that white panel van, I knew I hadn't.
We stood, looking at each other like a pair of duelists.
I heard his wheels screech in the deep puddles when I took off running.
I was fifty feet from my yard when his tires found purchase. I could feel my sneakers squelching on the pavement, but I put on a burst of speed as his van sped towards me. He was sending water up in buckets, his van plowing down the road like a white bullet. I could see the front porch getting closer and closer, the light glimmering wetly through the pouring rain, but its proximity was no comfort. The van was getting bigger and bigger as it raced towards me, and I was easily twenty feet away as its headlights blazed maliciously.
I closed my eyes as my feet sank into the grass of my yard, my foot catching as I stumbled onto the sopping grass.
My craggy yard ended up saving my life that day.
As I tripped, I rolled across the grass, sliding to a stop on my face. The van drove over the spot I had tripped in a second later, and I heard the screech of tires as he nearly flipped his van on the wet road. He hit the brakes, the car sliding, and barely avoided hitting a tree. As he gained control of his vehicle, he squealed to a stop in the middle of the road, the rain pattering on his van as it steamed. I was dazed, but I kept enough witts to get to my feet and stumble for the door. My keys hung in my pocket, my roar ripping up my throat as I tore my pants getting them out. I could hear his door creaking open, his boots slapping at the turf as he came after me, and I knew that I had seconds to get the door between us. I could see him in my mind's eye, a knife or a piece of wood in his hand, with that sick grin spread across his face; the one he always wore when I remembered that day. The string would be thrumming between us, seeing its moment at hand as I came within inches of death.
I shoved the door open and careened inside, slamming it behind me as I threw every lock that I could find.
I looked down to find that the string was indeed thrumming, pulsing a midnight tone, as the man beat on the door with his fist. He screamed at me to let him in. He screamed at me to accept my fate. He screamed a lot of things at me as the rain beat down around the house, but I just backed away and reached into my pocket for the phone. I'd call the police, and they'd have him. He couldn't hide now. I had him dead to rights, and they couldn't say I was looking for attention when I...
My hand came back empty.
I fumbled in my pockets for nearly a minute before seeing it through the big front window and realizing I had lost it in the tumble.
My parents had no house phone, no one I knew had a house phone, and I had no way to connect with anyone without my phone.
Unless, I thought, I could get to the computer. If I could get upstairs and message my friends, they could call the cops for me. I looked at the stairs, my legs still aching, and saw the twenty-three steps as something akin to Everest. My chest hurt, my lungs ached, and my legs were torn up from my tumble across the yard. I didn't feel capable of walking to the couch, let alone up the stairs.
Either way, it was the only way I was going to get any help, and I steeled myself for the climb as I took that first step towards the stairs.
My adrenaline pushed itself back to the surface as I heard the door to the back porch smash open.
It appeared I had less time than I thought.
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2022.01.28 15:50 flapjackbandit00 Perfect attendance in school is an much more an achievement of the parents than the student.
2022.01.28 15:50 Puzzleheaded-Sun5224 What do I need to look at adjusting to fix the indents of the text? The text was face down when printing. Slicing using cura.
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2022.01.28 15:50 Right-Cricket340 This is my 5th Session in this Career mode and i dont now how we could win so high against Rb Leipzig
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2022.01.28 15:50 Tdsktdsk Have you ever met someone who was really quiet but spoke loudly with a guitar or another instrument? Who were they?
2022.01.28 15:50 Quiet-Concern2856 Viibryd is basically the pill from limitless
I struggled with extreme social anxiety and depression for about 5 years. As college approached, I knew I needed to set my ego aside and reach out for help. I tried Zoloft for a couple months and it did work but I felt like the ceiling for it wasn’t as high as I desired. I talked to my dad (physician) and he recommended Viibryd. After a few days, my energy was restored, anxiety diminished, and my brain is working how it used to. I owe my life to Viibryd and if you ever find yourself questioning it, just try it, please.
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2022.01.28 15:50 SpongyMammal Birds nesting in bathroom fan ducting
So we’ve had some Myna birds nesting in the ducting for our bathroom fan for the last few months. The babies have fledged now so it’s timer for a clean out and probably new ducting, but how do we stop the little buggers getting back in again? They just left the flaps on the cowling and wander in at the moment.
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2022.01.28 15:50 Unleash3d64 Did Luke get the census and the birth of Jesus wrong?
I’m doing some research on the birth of Jesus, and I noticed there seems to be a contradiction on the details of what year he was born. Mathew states it was around or before 4 BCE, when Herod the Great died, but Luke records his birth during the census when Quirinius was governor of Syria, which is recorded by Josephus to be in 6 BCE.
Some Christian apologists claim that Josephus got it wrong and that Quirinius became governor around 8-1 BCE, not making the gospels contradict.
I want to make sure this isn’t a contradiction or error on my part assuming this is a contradiction. Did Luke get it wrong? Or Josephus? Any sources I can use to do more research on this specific topic would be greatly appreciated.
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