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2023.06.10 06:37 Unfair_Neat_3138 Guy I work with being friendly or more?

I just started this job last week, I was in breakroom and a coworker comes in and says “(my name) right?” I say “haha yeah”, he says “I knew I pronounced it right”, I say “what’s your name?”, he says “(his name) nice to meet you”, I say “nice to meet you too”
I’m 20, i think he might be in his mid 20s.
Anyways every time he sees me for the first any given day he says “hey (my name)” which no one else at work does (my name is confusing for most people)
When I go into the break room and have to walk behind him he scotches his chair in to make room for me
today it was just us in the break room and he said “I’m tired” quietly. So I said I was too, and he said “how are you liking the job so far?” I said it’s good just so many bugs to deal with, and he told me like 2 different stories in detail about bugs/bees.
Then he walked behind me to fill up his water bottle so I scotched in my chair and he said “oh no you’re fine” and then said how fast the machine was filling up his water bottle.
Then while working he came over to empty the trashcan by my station, he said he was told to I think.
Typing this out makes it sound like he’s just being friendly, but I can’t quite put my finger on why it feels more than just friendly. I also don’t mind these interactions with him I just don’t know what to think of it / how to react next time we work together. How do guys like a girl to act towards them if he’s into them?
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2023.06.10 06:37 Both-Mechanic-6381 I am writing a TV series that is a spin-off of Arrow called the arrow back from the dead. Tell me what you think of the first episode and if you think I should continue to write the series.

Episode 1: "I Am Oliver Jonas Queen"
The episode begins with a shot of the city of Star City at night, where we see a figure with a green hood walking around the rooftops of buildings. Suddenly, there is an explosion in the distance and the figure jumps into action. This is revealed to be Oliver Queen, the Specter, who has returned to the world of the living to fight crime in his city once again.
We then see a flashback to Oliver's death, where he is visited by the Specter and given the choice to return to his former life and fight crime once again. He chooses to do so, and is returned to the living world with all of his skills and abilities intact.
Oliver returns to his old headquarters, where he discovers all of his equipment and the Arrow suit have been stolen. He sets out to track down the thief and recover his gear, but runs into trouble when his family and friends don't believe it's really him. They believe he's an imposter and try to stop him from getting into fights with criminals.
Meanwhile, a new villain known as Eclipse appears on the scene, dressed in all black and armed with a bow and arrow. Eclipse has an army of henchmen and is causing chaos in the city, and it's up to Oliver to stop him.
Oliver manages to track down the thief who stole his equipment and gets his gear back, but the thief says that he sold the Arrow suit to Eclipse. Oliver dons his suit and goes after Eclipse, but is unable to capture him. Eclipse escapes and taunts Oliver, saying that he's too weak to stop him.
The episode ends with Eclipse revealing his true identity as a former student of Oliver's named Robert Baxter. He tells Oliver that he has been planning his revenge for years and that he won't stop until Oliver is dead.
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2023.06.10 06:36 AggressiveYellows Watch France stabbing video – Man Stabs Baby In Pram At Park In France – Casually Walks Around – Today Leaked

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2023.06.10 06:36 Quirky_Raccoon3640 Moms a veteran. I'm trying to look after her as best I can.

Today, I find myself reaching out to you, seeking support and understanding in a situation that has become increasingly difficult to handle. My mother, a veteran who bravely served our country, battles severe PTSD that has left her struggling with addiction, emotional instability, and the feeling of disappointment. It's a complex and heart-wrenching journey, and I'm doing my best to care for her amidst the storm.
My mother's PTSD manifests in various ways, but perhaps the most prominent and concerning is her drinking problem. It has escalated over time, becoming a significant barrier to her physical and mental well-being. The addiction fuels her emotional turbulence, causing her to act out aggressively and lose control of her emotions, leaving our family feeling helpless and burdened.
As her child, I've taken on the role of caregiver, desperately trying to support her while also protecting myself and those around us. It's a constant struggle to strike a balance between being there for her and maintaining boundaries that ensure our safety. The weight of responsibility often feels overwhelming, leading to self-doubt and the nagging question of whether I'm doing enough to make a positive impact on her healing journey.
The truth is, I often feel like I'm falling short. Despite my best efforts, the road to recovery seems long and arduous. It's challenging to witness my mother's pain and watch her struggle, knowing that I can't magically fix everything. Guilt and self-blame become constant companions, as I wonder if I've failed her in some way.
If any of you have walked a similar path or have firsthand experience in supporting loved ones with PTSD and addiction, I humbly seek your wisdom and guidance. Are there resources or strategies that have proven helpful in dealing with the complexities of this situation? How can I better navigate the emotional toll that comes with feeling like I'm not doing enough? Any suggestions or shared stories would be deeply appreciated.
To those who have been on the rollercoaster of loving someone with PTSD and addiction, your empathy and understanding mean the world to me.
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2023.06.10 06:36 Moist-Business4255 What should I do? Who should I talk to and what should I say?

I am in an awkward and confusing situation here and need some help. I (m31) have been married to my wife (f29) since 4 years and we have a baby. Recently we came to our in-laws because I have some long-term work in the same town. Of course we are staying at the in-laws house. Now my wife has a sister (f25) named sky (not real). She has been good to me and we talk normally. She took care of the kid in past, still does at times and is generally respectful. This time though it has been a whole different scene. She had been staring me a bit more, being a little bit more funny and so on.
So my wife is out with her parents n kid and I took a shower and am in my room (the room we were staying in). Since I got some alone time after shower after quite a few days, I was basically taking my own sweet time to rub my hair, apply some cream all while my junk is hanging out. After a good 2 minutes, I look towards the door and I see that the door wasn't all closed and I saw sky walk away. Im 100% sure that she was looking in since some time and was astonished by my sudden head turn i guess. I didn't know what to say bcs it was a fault but i wasnt 100% sure if she was looking or not... I kept quiet n nothng happened.
About a week later, im late for meeting. Today too my wife is out with parents. I walk to the common bathroom with my stuff and i find her taking shower. I was surprised bcs normally it wud be locked from inside if someone's in there. Of course I saw her nakd. I didnt want to be the awkward guy so later I msgd her saying sorry it was a mistake. she responds with a dry "ok".
but abt another week later, same situation (wife, kid, her parents out) and I once again walk in on her in the bathroom. I said a sorry again and all she said was "ok. it happens. no worries". The third time does not feel like coincidence because her own room has an attached bathroom...she does not have to come out for taking a bath.
I have no intentions to do anythign with her but being a human her naked figure was doing rounds in my head and of course I am imagining things. i decided to tell my wife. I told her everything in detail. Guess what? She says "oh.... that's all she said? If sky says dont worry so dont worry", kisses me and goes onto doing whatever she was doing. Honestly, I was expecting some anger from her and i was kinda astonished by her reaction. She is kinda possessive and shows signs of jealousy even if I appreciate any other woman for anything (not just looks). Such lukewarm reaction .... not what i expected.
Today morning I was in the half asleep state and I feel my dick is being sucked. Now wife does this sometimes. If I am having a boner in my sleep, she might start sucking, especially when its morning. I have woken up to that a number of times. So today too, I am almost half asleep and am slowly waking up to the sensation and I moaned her name a couple of times. It took me a while to realise what might be happening I woke up ashamed of dreaming abt sky. Guess what... my wife acts as if she heard nothing. She proceeds with it, I cum and all is normal. During the day whenever I came back home, sky is opening the door with rather unusual dress (deep neck, tight pants) - something I don't remember her wearing ever inside the house.
I dunno what's going on. Since my wife's reaction was so lukewarm, I have started feeling so strongly that sky wants to do me and my wife doesn't care if I do it. I am obviously infatuated a bit and imagining sky. I mean I have conveyed things to my wife and she does not seem to care. it feels so inappropriate to ask in laws. What should I do? what shud I say and to whom? Should I take a step forward with sky? Should I force my wife to tell me what's on her mind and why she did not bother about it? I am totally confused. Help me.
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2023.06.10 06:36 uniqr Told me he's embarrassed of me and it's not the first time - is this over?

I'm so sorry this is a novel, kudos to anyone who reads it. Venting.
I (29f) have been with my med SO (39m) for 4 years. Given the age gap, he is significantly further on in his career than I am. In saying that, he's only been fully qualified (consultant/attending) for the last 6 months. At my age he was graduating med school without a dime to his name.
I'm an allied health clinician of 8 years. I have specialist postgrad qualifications in my field of practice, and I am in my final year of a PhD. I am doing my PhD "full time" on stipend, but realistically I work about 30 hours extra/week in a mix of clinical, other paid research work and teaching work. So I earn a little less than I would if I was a full time clinician of my level, but still earn a decent wage (above the median). I have around 50k in savings. Financially we split everything 50/50. For context he earns x3 as much as me, and has around 180k in savings.
It's been a repeat issue (especially since he finished training) where I feel like he discredits my career and my earnings. Sometimes he makes rude comments about me being 'just a student', and he often severely overstates his financial role in our relationship. We split rent, bills, holidays etc. I am very good at tracking expenses and am very careful to pay my way. He is not so much. I do most of the cooking/cleaning/shopping, organise bills etc, so it's not uncommon I'll pay bills or buy groceries multiple times a week for both of us and he won't follow it up to pay me back. He buys groceries? I transfer him half immediately. It seems like since he's finished training he's surrounded himself with consultants earning huge cash and suddenly he is extremely attentive to his own money. Because he earns more, in his head he seems to think he supports me. Which is absolutely ridiculous, as I am so meticulous about ensuring I pay my way. He seems to conveniently forget all of the out of sight things I pay for, and take credit for the things he'll pay for when we're physically together. It actually annoys me because despite how much less I earn I am still far more generous. I have also made significant career sacrifices to support him - including two interstate and one international move in that last 4 years. These moves caused significant delays to my PhD and completely flipped my career on its head, so multiple times I've had to battle to make a career work around his work.
He's studying for an additional exam and it's caused tension between us because I am at the pointy end of my PhD and very time stretched. I'm still working a lot of hours. My mum died 6 weeks ago and I took a few weeks off work, which was costly with funeral costs etc and time off my casual work. As such I feel pressured to work more hours. I also feel pressure from him that I'm never earning enough, so work more than I'm comfortable with both from a workload perspective and a grief perspective.
We got in a fight today over the use of the stupid study. We actually have two study spaces, but one has two monitors set up that I use as my WFH desk. He doesn't use additional monitors, just his laptop. I'm spending my Saturday working on PhD deadlines because I picked up extra shifts this week. I'm 3 hours in, he comes home from shopping and demands to use the desk. I reasonably asked if he could use the other one, given I'm set up, in a zone and using the monitors. Concentrating the last few weeks has been an absolute bitch and I am really struggling to work through my grief. Something as small as maintaining a 'safe' work space is really important to me. Nope. Absolutely not. He has an exam in two weeks. He needs to study. It must be this desk etc etc. I cave and pack up all my stuff to move to the next room. As I'm doing this he starts making comments about how I have no idea how much stress he's under and how important this exam is etc etc. I say I wish he was more supportive of my PhD and that I am also working very hard right now. We have a dumb consultant dinner thing this weekend and I childishly say I'm not going anymore, and he says "Good, you're an embarrassment anyways, I don't want you there".
I feel like that statement sums up all of these issues around money and my career that bubble under the surface. He doesn't respect where I am in my career - he thinks I'm just a student and my career is insignificant. I get it, I do know how important his job is. Sure, in comparison my job isn't that important. But realistically I would support him to do whatever he wanted - barista, mechanic, gardener. Toilet cleaner. I would never discredit his career, irrespective of what it was. I value my career and that's what matters to me. I get great feedback from my students. I get to help people learn to walk again. My research is all about improving patient care. I am genuinely passionate about what I do. I know I'm small fish, but I also am the first in my family to go to university. I'm proud that I finished university at all, let alone now about to finish a PhD. I recognise my privilege, and am very grateful I am so educated.
Despite this, I feel like my career will never compare to his. I feel like he will always think and believe my career is worthless and he is more important. I do feel he is embarrassed of me and my career because I'm 'just a student' to him.
Our relationship is not all bad, but these key issues around my career and finances feel monumental. Both of my parents are dead now. I feel like I really need a partner who is in my corner and cheering me on, not someone who tells me I'm not enough. My fourth paper was published recently - one that took 3 years. I cried and cried because although it was really nice the support I got from work colleagues, I felt like I had no one to actually celebrate with. It's a soft spot I guess adjusting to not having parents to call and share this kind of stuff with.
Is this a phase where his head is big on the back of finally finishing training? Is this unsurpassable? Have you experienced something similar with your med SO?
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2023.06.10 06:36 Tallulah_7145 Lots of pain!

Okay, I’m 24 years old to start off, but this is for a health issue. For the past eight days, every time I wake up or move myself from a comfortable position, my right lower back and right hip hurt! Like a sharp pain, and then it’s difficult for me to walk, bend down, etc. It hurts so bad I could cry and it’s starting to get in the way of life. I tried putting down my 11 month old niece to the floor after sitting for 30 minutes, I could have cried! I want to know if anyone else is experiencing this and what it could be before I go to a walk-in clinic tomorrow or Monday. Also, how did you help the symptoms because I’ve tried stretching, moving around more, and some pain reliever. Though, all of those have been temporary relief.
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2023.06.10 06:35 EternalStorm44444 My Dog is Afraid of the Wildfire Smoke

My dog is afraid of the wildfire smoke. I'm located in Canada and while we're not getting it as bad as most it is visible when you go outside.
Since the night before the first day of wildfires my border collie absolutely refuses to go outside. When we go even a foot outside of our house she tries to back out of her collar desperate to go back outside. I've been able to lure her outside with treats but walks seem out of the question. Its been a few days of this and I'm not sure what to do if this goes on all summer... She's a border collie. She needs walks.
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2023.06.10 06:34 ThreowAweay Hookup doesn't seem interested in reciprocating oral sex

I have hooked up with a guy twice now and both times I've given oral and the second time we actually had sex. He offered to go down on me but I got cold feet last minute and pushed him away. He'd already said unrelated that I didn't smell bad or anything. But I remember him saying before we ever hooked up that he didn't particularly want to eat pussy because he was bad at it. I worried that it would be an unpleasant experience for him or I'd taste bad and I'd walk away feeling humilated and my self esteem would take a pretty hard hit. If he was more enthusiastic about the process I'd have let him but even though he offered it didn't seem like something he was interested in. I regret it and I wish I had let him, especially because if he was truly concerned about his skill, I'm sure it would have helped his confidence because I can orgasm extremely easily from oral and I don't need a lot of variation, consistency is key for me. Should I bring this up, or just let the hookups be what they are. I honestly don't care much about orgasming, I like making him cum and I'm fine if I don't. If he offers again should I let him despite the risk it could hurt my self esteem if he doesn't like it?
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2023.06.10 06:34 stayup76 Will I likely be fine if I eat a Hersheys chocolate bar?

So it’s gotten better more or less within the last five or so days, but I’ve basically felt nauseous for 18 days at this point (ever since Monday about two-ish weeks ago when the sub in my Econ class threw up in the trash can.) I kept salivating today at graduation and wasn’t sure if I’d throw up or not even though I hadn’t eaten much. I have been pooping consistently and haven’t thrown up once within the last 18 days. I pooped once today but have a slight stomachache (though it’s possible my period is simply about to start I’ve suspected it will.) I’ve never heard of a stomach virus lasting this damn long, if that’s what this is. I did not throw up at graduation, I walked the stage and got my diploma. I felt nauseous but thought it may be anxiety since I was anxious about having to walk the stage. My throat has been sore for days.
My stomach doesn’t really hurt right now, throat is sore though.
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2023.06.10 06:34 Martillo_Valentine I was witness to a fellow CCA being let go today.

I saw the PM supervisor talking to this CCA off in a corner and handing him a piece of paper. According to the other carriers, this guy just was not getting the hang of it. As I was clocking out and walking towards the bathroom, i heard the fired CCA tell one of the clerks “I just got the axe”. I hardly knew the guy and never spoke to him, but I couldn’t help but feel bad for him.
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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

MA = Movies Anywhere
GP = Googleplay
[?] = unknown definition
title = pending trade
If a title is no longer listed = It has been traded
TV Series Marked
Vudu Only
ITUNES Only MOVIES - No Port - Marked
CANADIAN CODES: GOOGLE PLAY / ITUNES MARKED I do not know any of these port
Titles I am looking for
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2023.06.10 06:34 GroundbreakingEar690 [OC][Art] Used AI for a Quick Set of Cards for a Home Brew Campaign


Wanted to provide this set of nine cards I threw together for our DND campaign. My players will be entering a city tomorrow and one of the shops is called: Curio Curiosity Shoppe.
I have the rest of the shops, encounters and everything mapped out. The players are level 1 and it felt like the deck of many things and some of the other decks that have been homebrewed and posted seemed a little too strong for the party this early on. Additionally, a majority of the players are new to DND. I wanted to make a small deck of cards that would allow them to ease into things like the deck of many things with out the overwhelming benefits/withdrawals early on. Feel free to use.

The Shop:

The Deck:

The Cards:

Draw a card and roll 1d4 for effect. Once a card is pulled or flipped the player may not receive that card again.
The Mother You feel a warm embrace:
The Lovers You have formed a life long bond:
The Pride You feel a strong sense of self worth and confidence:
The Fall You have a sinking feeling in your gut:
The Wizard Arcane power envelopes the room:
The Hunter The smell of pine and dirt fills the air. Coyotes howl in the distance while a cold breeze flows through your hair:
The Teacher: The smell of fresh books can be smelt:
The Warrior: A sense of honor and strength washes over you:
The Calamity:
Ţ̴̯̤͖̝̦͙̠͇͓̯̯̹̘͋̐̔͋́̈́̏̍͛̑̚͜ẖ̷̨̨̛̲͓̠̮̞̙͎̬̒͛̍̕ẽ̵̡̛̘͒́ͅs̴̤̮͖̯̱̲̯̥̭̈́͌ë̴̛̠̫͕́̽́́̐̋͊͝͝ ̵̡͔̮̺̭̘͎͙̩̫̖̀͋͂̉̈́̏̿w̷̢̨̹̘̭͎̲͔̘̫̆̀̅̂ǫ̸̲̼͔̭͇̜̞̯̪͚̼͕̣̏͋̾͌̏͗̈́̽͘ͅř̴̡̰̤̗̝̝͚̠̼̩̈̊͊̊̀̈́̈͘̕̚ḑ̶͔̜̯̹̦̹̼͔̼̹̇͑̽̿͗̿͗͛̀̇̍̀̽͜ș̶̨̹̯̰̙̤͙͚̲̟̠͇̱͙̓͑͆͋̏̚͠ ̸̨̘̈́̐̊͌͝ȧ̴͚̣̤̱͚̞̣̞̦̮̘͛̓̅͐̂̃̀́͛̚͝ͅr̴̮͈̭͚̘̠͔͚͈͛͗͆͑̈́̔͗̏͜ͅe̵̖̰̹͐͐̓̏͛̐͗̍̏̊̽͊̍ ̸̡͚̰̳̩̦͖̗̓̌̄̄ụ̸͔̼̭̣͕͙̪͔̽͒̓̄́̏͐̊̀̓͝͠ṉ̸̞̦͑̾̋̅́͊̕͝k̷̫̬̩̯̲̖̏̿͗̍̇nó̷̘̻ẇ̷̡͚̯̭͎̤̙͚̣̽́̿̑̈́̎͗̈́̍͠ͅn̸̡͚̤̭͚̹͎̮͔̱̣̦̼̉̊͌̐̽͋̒͘͘

Image Generation: Stable Diffusion - Prompt: absurdres, best quality, ultra detailed, detailed background,(art nouveau:1.5), (zentangle:1.3),1girl,crimson
Negative prompt: SimpleNegative, (worst quality, low quality:1.4),[:(badhandv4:1.5):0.7] ,(bad-hands-5:1.2)
The image has the cards set on a standard paper size and should be roughly the size of standard playing cards. Hope this is helpful, happy adventures.
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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 Pompi_Palawori Are planes not fire hazards due to how cramped they are?

On planes you literally have no space. You can barely avoid touching someone just by walking down the aisle. Getting off the plane takes forever because the aisle is single file. I feel like if there were a fire, people wouldn't be able to evacuate quickly because people are too cramped in. That's just my thought but I don't know if it's true or not, so I'd like to hear others opinions.
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2023.06.10 06:33 sugarCravings4eva Unleashed aggressive dog attacked my leashed dog and in turn shoved my daughter’s stroller

Short version: While on an evening stroll with my daughter in her stroller and my dog, Charlie (20 lb doodle mix) on leash at a neighborhood park an unleashed dog, Max (about 80-100lb English cream golden retriever) ran towards us and attacked my dog (teeth showing). My dog screamed in fear and wrapped around me and the Max went after him and pushed the stroller out a couple feet. My daughter was sleeping and woke up startled and crying. Maxs owner stayed at a distance watching and refused to leash the dog after the incident. When confronted, he turned verbally abusive. I walked away consoling my crying infant and not wanting to aggravate the situation. Looking for advise on how to deal with this situation and also if this repeats in the future. Both dogs are regulars at this park.
Long version: a bit back story… My dog Charlie is trained and listens to commands pretty well, he gets along with all people and dogs except for this one, Max. We let him off the leash at this park when no one is around but is always on leash when people/kids are around. There’s a walking path encompassing the park and kids play area where we usually walk. The park has clear signs around that the dogs need to always be on leash. Charlie and the aggressive dog Max have met before and for some reason they did not get along, Max has always been aggressive and scared Charlie. We usually walk away when Max comes to this park since Max has attacked Charlie on 3 different occasions, but this was before my daughter was born. So it was easier to just pick up 20lb Charlie to safety and diffuse the situation. On this particular day, we were walking our usual path when Max jumped us and attacked Charlie. Charlie was leased and went in between and around my legs to avoid Max. Max being super big (anywhere between 80-100lb) pushed the stroller with my child in it. Luckily the stroller being sturdy didn’t topple over but rather slipped out of my hand and landed a couple feet away from me onto the grass area.my daughter screamed, started crying and after seeing me scream max ran away. It terrified me, my daughter could have been seriously injured in this! Through all this, Max’s owner was at a distance just watching. No recall or if he did it was not effective. So after the whole incident, my husband went to talk to the owner to get him to leash the dog so this doesn’t happen again. The owner turned hostile and refused to do so. When my husband mentioned that these were the park rules and he could report him, he started verbally abusing us and asked us to f*** off and do whatever we wanted. I was consoling my crying daughter and just asked him to show basic courtesy, he just turned away. There were a bunch of kids on the play area and other moms around, just watching. I didn’t want to aggravate the situation and asked my husband (who took a video of the man and unleashed dog) to walk away and not do anything right then since my daughter was #1 priority then.
I am sure if and when we cross paths with Max again, this will repeat. Both dogs are regulars at this park but we’ve always kept our distance. I am sure the dog Max is a good dog because we’ve seen him do some tricks, but I blame the owner for not doing enough to train/control him and turning bitter after.
I am looking for any advise on how to deal with this situation as well as a scenario when this happens again. The man seems mean enough to hurt others, or maybe that’s just my protective instinct talking. I don’t want to hurt Max but this incident should never happen to me or anyone else walking in that park.
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2023.06.10 06:33 birdsrcuterthanu [ PC ] [ 2008 - 2012 ] Your plane crashes and you try and dind your injured buddy

I played this game years ago, so my memory of it is definitely rusty, but I really want to find it. You have to pay for it, but I played the demo over and over again because my parents wouldn't actually buy it for me.
It's a first person pov game where you're a woman who survived your plane crashing. You had a friend on board with you, a guy, who had been injured, but you find him and the plane later on.
You wake up in a rivene or something, and that's how the game starts. In between a bunch of rocks. It was like a canyon. It's all 3d and you walk around, and I think you're able to see your arms?
I don't remember too much, but I know there was a scorpion and snake lol. Also I think there was some water where you had a little flask which you filled it with.
Tou have to find certain items and I'm pretty sure there was an inventory bar at the bottom of your screen. You were injured and trapped in this little rivene thing or whatever, and you're just trying to get back to your pal and the plane.
You eventually somehow do, and you get back to your friend who is injured at the site of the plane crash. You look through the items remaining to find the first aid kit to help him. After doing that the demo ended, so I didn't know what happened afterwards.
This game has been on my mind for years, but I can't seem to find what I'm looking for. It blew my mind as a kid, and I'm just wondering if it's as good as I remember, and how the plot continued lol. I need this closure.
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2023.06.10 06:33 EfficientJudgment744 [Looking for] 1 more Roommate for 3bd/3ba in Astoria

Hi everyone! My friend & I are looking for a 3rd roommate who can move in on August 1st . The third room available is the 10’- 2’ x 13’- 1’ master bedroom with your own private bathroom. The rent is $1,824.65 for that room. The building has:
⁃ a resident’s lounge that opens to a landscaped terrace ⁃ a rooftop featuring grills ⁃ a fitness center ⁃ virtual doorman ⁃ Wifi in all common spaces ⁃ a package room ⁃ bicycle storage ⁃ indoor parking ⁃ large storage units ⁃ Elevator ⁃ Pets allowed ⁃ Location- Astoria 
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Please feel free to ask us any questions about the rent, building, & apartment in general.
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2023.06.10 06:32 Zorrya ...night shift at a retirement home

One of our weirder nightly duties,, because we are the only staff here at night (1 nurse, 1 psw) is a safety walk-around where we make sure all the emergency exits are closed but not blocked (added bonus of shooing the wanderers to bed and i do my bed checks and assessments at the same time). Tonight, someone left a door open on our pool deck. So one of my nursing duties tonight? Chase a pigeon around a pool deck and try and get it back outside.
This wasn't in nursing school.
Possible nursing diagnosis: chronic confusion related to being a pigeon aeb wanting to hang out indoors while being a wild animal
Risk for impared comfort related to being outside of natural environment
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2023.06.10 06:31 SummerSweetSummer Aggressive or Playful Jump?

We have a 2 year old lab mix, although he looks like a full lab to me. We've had him for 9 months now. When we adopted him, he was already somewhat trained and well behaved/mannered. Within the last few weeks, he's started to seemingly randomly jump on my husband and me. He often jumps when he is excited but has improved with time. These new jumps are different. These jumps take place when he is outside in a fenced yard. Sometimes my husband or I will be doing work in the yard, often just walking from one part of the yard to another, and he will come barreling toward us and jump on us. This is not out of surprise of seeing us. By this point, we have already greeted him when we came outside or he came outside from inside with us. It's very difficult to tell if he is being playful or aggressive or something else. He's NOT acting overly excited with his butt shaking and tail wagging, but he also isn't growling or baring his teeth. I do tell him to get down or stop, and sometimes I have to raise my voice or push him off to walk away. I know there will be people who tell me to just ignore his behavior and he will stop. However, I cannot take that risk because I am pregnant and he is an 85lb dog. Today he jumped (not necessarily excitedly or aggressively) on my husband after my husband had given him pets and a gentle hug. It was quite sweet, and although I was far from them, I didn't see any signs of stress when my husband hugged him. Our dog didn't turn his head away. As far as I could tell his ears were relaxed, and he wasn't licking his lips. I feel like it is relevant to add that we NEVER play wrestle with him. I am just confused by this behavior. Has anyone else experienced this? Is this a subtle sign of aggression? What can we do to improve this behavior?
He was a shelter dog so even though he's been very gentle with our children I'm still nervous because I really have no idea of his history. The shelter didn't know anything. He was brought in as a stray. Part of the reason, this new behavior makes me so nervous as well is because a couple of people who we know have had dogs attack them recently, and they were dogs that they had been around before and had not shown signs of aggression around them (as far as they could tell). Any tips or comments are appreciated, but please be nice about it.
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2023.06.10 06:31 Unfair_Neat_3138 Is coworker interested in me?

I just started this job last week, I was in breakroom and a coworker comes in and says “(my name) right?” I say “haha yeah”, he says “I knew I pronounced it right”, I say “what’s your name?”, he says “(his name) nice to meet you”, I say “nice to meet you too”
I’m 20, i think he might be in his mid 20s.
Anyways every time he sees me for the first any given day he says “hey (my name)” which no one else at work does (my name is confusing for most people)
When I go into the break room and have to walk behind him he scotches his chair in to make room for me
today it was just us in the break room and he said “I’m tired” quietly. So I said I was too, and he said “how are you liking the job so far?” I said it’s good just so many bugs to deal with, and he told me like 2 different stories in detail about bugs/bees.
Then he walked behind me to fill up his water bottle so I scotched in my chair and he said “oh no you’re fine” and then said how fast the machine was filling up his water bottle.
Then while working he came over to empty the trashcan by my station, he said he was told to I think.
Typing this out makes it sound like he’s just being friendly, but I can’t quite put my finger on why it feels more than just friendly. I also don’t mind these interactions with him I just don’t know what to think of it / how to react next time we work together. How do guys like a girl to act towards them if he’s into them?
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