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USC went 11-3 last year and returns 76% of their production.
Utah wont the Pac-12 and went 10-4 last year and returns 76% of their production.
Washington went 11-2 last year and returns 73% of their production.
Oregon went 10-3 last year and return 65% of their production.
Considering how there is no clear frontrunners to win the natty next year could one of these teams pull it off? I'd honestly be shocked if the Pac-12 doesn't have at least one team make the playoff.

I have now made it my life goal to figure out how to train an amiibo in a way to make it homie stock. So far the only thing I have found that even slightly helps me is a yt short(linked below) that shows me it is possible. If anyone has anything that could help me please reply to this post.
https://youtube.com/shorts/i18sq3eoJ-I?feature=share

I have been obsessed with Elliott Smith for almost a decade now. I always wondered if he might have been disordered, BPD or possible vulnerable narc. Any one else a fan?
This post is going to be really hard for me. It is an act of vulnerability. Please be gentle.
Anyways. I guess I am writing about this story as a way of sharing something that a younger version of myself lacked the self-awareness to even question. It now causes me a lot of shame and grief, because it demonstrates just how out of touch with reality I have been my whole life.
When I was 23 (32m now), I used to work in a locally owned cafe/smoothie shop. Kind of a quirky, "hip" place in its day. A girl started working there. She was older, in her 30s, and struggled with an eating disorder. She was very literary, went to an Ivy League college right out of high school, and her life and mental health had recently taken a turn for the worse. She seemed to be in a vulnerable place. Even though she was much older than me, she looked young and had a sort of mousy appearance and was pretty in her own way.
At the time, I was sort of a shift leader or something. I remember the first time I really got to interacting with her, she was crashed out on the chair in front of the register. The place was a DISASTER: freezer doors left open, stuff spilled everywhere, milk left out. She might have been fucked up on something, but whatever was going on, she CLEARLY was struggling to function.
At first, being a shift leader, I kind of had to talk to her about what was going on. I started learning more about her, and she piqued my curiosity.
I was a lonely person, so sometimes I would go in on my days off to grab a smoothie and hang out. Some days, I'd go there and she was there. I got to talking to her more, and I learned more about her life story and her current circumstance. Basically, she had been struggling with her mental health for some time now, struggling to hold down a job. She received a DUI and caused a car accident with a pregnant woman, but everyone involved was okay. Since that point in time, her life had been crumbling apart: she was forced to resign from her job at the courthouse when all of this happened in a particularly humiliating, horrifying, and traumatic way. I really felt for her.
We started becoming friends, and I got to see her many different sides. She had a bit of an "attitude"-- a wholesome, endearing sort of feistyness-- a strength about her. She was wicked smart and funny. She had these silly little ways of saying things. She was religious, which was surprising to me, because (in stark contrast to my religious upbring), she wasn't a prude, was well-versed in music, literature, art, (both high-culture and low-culture stuff, she wasn't a snob), and she also had a really obscene and absurd sense of humor. Overall, I found her extremely endearing and fascinating.
Some days I would come in, and it was like a light had turned on inside of her, her smile would shine. It made me happy. Other days, she seemed bitter, angry, and depressed-- and there was no turning it around. Some days, she just seemed completely checked out, her speech was garbled--what she said often made no sense--and I became really concerned. I remember on those days she was so out of it, she often had a bead of snot just dangling from the tip of her nose.
What a mess. What a beauty.
Savior complex triggered much? Oh yes. Without even realizing, I started idealizing her and becoming completely infatuated.
There wasn't anything particularly wrong with this scenario, up until this point. I had a crush on an older woman who was becoming my friend, and she was in a rough spot in life. It felt like nothing was wrong with it. It felt innocent. It was innocent.
What I didn't realize at that time was that something in my interaction with her was triggering my insecurities, the old "push and pull". I couldn't tell if she just liked being my friend, liked-me-liked-me, or maybe was annoyed/indifferent to me? I would come in, grab a smoothie, start talking to her, and before I knew it, I was basically doing her job for her. On a few occasions, I stayed with until closing time, helped close up the shop, and give her a ride home. I was investing myself into her without even realizing.
Of course, my narcie bits didn't always feel appreciated. Sometimes, I felt a little resentful. To be clear: I don't think she did anything wrong here (especially now). She never asked me for her help. I just came in, saw a wounded little birdie, and instinctively wanted to swoop in and help out. Her vulnerability triggered a very childlike nurturing instinct in me.
What I didn't realize was how this "push-pull" (that was probably mostly imaginary), was triggering me. I started to feel small. I started to feel like everything I was doing to help her wasn't enough, that I wasn't enough.
The more I started liking her, the more I wanted to be like her. I wanted to be smarter, more literary, more funny, more prestigious--just, more. Something that wasn't a lame, abused, sheltered home-schooler. Someone who had life experience, who was intellectual, who had done things in life.
And then, slowly, I started attaching all of my fantasies produced by all of the unmet needs in childhood, to her. I started idealizing her life, her upbringing. I found myself thinking about what her life must have been like in public school, having friends, hopes, and dreams. Almost like a nostalgia over her past. I realize now, the nostalgia I felt was actually the nostalgia from my own childhood fantasies of being connected to the world, of having friends, hopes, and dreams. It was a nostalgia over a past I never had.
I started kind of becoming what I thought was "her". Rationalizing to myself that we shared qualities, traits, and interests. I found out she liked Cat Power. I started liking Cat Power. I found out she liked poetry. I started reading poetry. I found out she graduated high school with a prestigious scholarship. I started rewriting my own history, and later found myself making up stories to people at bars, how I too, had won that same scholarship out of high school.
Admitting even this much of this makes me feel so, so creepy and ashamed.
But that's far from the end of it. I was living and projecting my fantasy onto reality. Certain songs reminded me of her, even though there was no evidence that we had even shared listening to those songs together in reality. "In the Lost and Found" by Elliott Smith was one of those songs I attached this fantasy to.
I started actively changing myself to embody this weird fantasy version of myself. Creepily, I started to dig deeper into her history via her Facebook (which only had scant information about her to begin with). I found an ex-boyfriend of hers. He was a lawyer. She always talked about how she wanted to be a lawyer. Hey, I want to be a lawyer, too!--and then there would be subsequent rationalizations for why being a lawyer was the PERFECT job for me, and for why, clearly, what I was meant to do with my life was become a lawyer. Even more creepy, I started envying her ex-boyfriend, and found myself idealizing and emulating him, too. I saw a picture of him wearing hot pink socks. "How cool, unique, and quirky!". Guess who bought himself not just hot-pink socks, but hot pink SHOES?
I wanted to be like him. I wanted to absorb his qualities, this person that I had never met and only the most superficial, vague information about. My mind filled in the blanks. I found his goodreads account online and saw that he had read something like 200 uber-hip books on post-modernism, post-structuralism, and fashionable French philosophy. Guess who started buying and reading books on postmodernism and french philosophy? Guess who started modeling himself after a person he had never met?
Yikes.
At this point, I didn't even know if the girl cared for these things--by this point I was more wrapped up and concerned with creating this idealized version of myself based upon these internal fantasies of idealized objects, than really anything that had to do with her. She encouraged me to start working at the courthouse in her old role as a courtroom clerk, which I did end up doing for two years, until I realized that being a lawyer in real life actually sucks, and I don't actually want that job. (All of that is very complex--my dad had wanted to be a lawyer too, and I had reasons for wanting to become a lawyer before I met her, like wanting to be better than my dad, etc.)
Over time, we started drifting apart. But my sense of identity had completely changed. One day, a woman briefly walked into my little life at a smoothie shop, and completely changed me.
Or, I changed myself.
Writing all of this is extremely hard to face. It's extremely hard to face the fact that I have been living in a fantasy world for most of my life, and that my sense of self has been markedly shaped by it. That I manipulated myself and lied to myself and others, because deep down, my core identity is so weak, that I am constantly molding myself to be something acceptable, if even only to myself. That it's weak because I believe "being me" (whoever that even is now) isn't enough: I must DO. I must ACHIEVE in order to be worthy of love.
It's horrifying. I feel like such a creepy freak. More than anything, now, it just makes me really sad. It makes me sad that I have spent my entire life trying to become something worthy of love. It feels like my whole personality is made up of failed attempts at being good enough to receive all the things I desperately needed as a child. I was homeschooled, abused, and never even got to interact with the outside world. I never learned how to be a child--I was born into adulthood. I never learned how to make friends or interact with my peers, or how to be a real person in the real world.
It's had devastating impacts. Failed relationships. Addictions. Mal-adaptive daydreaming. Distorted, disturbed identity. Obsessive ruminations. Grief. Just, immense loss and disillusionment, my whole life.
Can I forgive myself? Can I forgive myself for this incessant self-abandonment?
It's hard. I've hurt people in my life. I never meant to, but I have. Most of all, I've hurt myself.
I really want to heal from this. I really want to live in the real world, be a real person. I want to know what it's like to "be me", but I don't even know if that's possible at this point. My whole identity feels like the skeletons of all the people I have tried and failed at becoming.
I'm trying to look at all of this insanity from a place of self-compassion. I can see how I got here. I can see it perfectly. It's just really painful to look at, and it makes me feel hopeless.
How can I ever really get to know "me"? At what point do I know that I have learned that I am good enough for me?

I want to make one of those makey makeys with my rpi 4, but i don't know how to send the inputs to my pc. If anyone has ideas on how to write usb drivers or bluetooth drivers for that, please tell me

I’ve noticed both men and women I’ve met often mention their partner in the first 5 minutes of us talking to each other. It’s almost always a story that goes “my bf(or gf) also does xyz” or a random story/fact about their partner.
Are they sending me a message like “I’m already seeing someone so whatever this is it will be platonic”? If that’s the case what made them feel they had to tell me? I don’t care and I make zero attempts to flirt/hit on ppl. Do I give off “thirsty vibes” naturally? Idk LOL.
I just thought it was funny how this happens all the time. Maybe it just might be common and people like to add things to the conversation so they bring it up? Idk

it repulses me that my husband is into going clubbing drinking and getting bottle service with his friends. I know the kind of women who go to clubs. He’s also a liar and we have no trust. Just makes me hate him. I used to like dancing in college too but in the past few years he refuses to go with me. But goes with his friends. Don’t know how to react + just don’t like him atm.

I was with my ex (an abusive asshole, but that’s another story) for almost six years. In the second year, my libido hit the floor. When we did have sex, it was painful, and the anxiety of it being painful made it even harder to have sex. Looking back, I think this was a lack of foreplay on my ex’s part, but I was 19 and dumb at the time. My ex legitimately believed that it hurt because my vagina was getting tighter from us not having sex and that I needed to stretch it before sex. As in one of us had to stick our fingers in my vagina and spread them, which is even less erotic than it sounds. Shocker, this did not make sex more comfortable. I remember that we went to visit our respective families for winter break, and when we were a couple days away from seeing each other again, he texted me that I should start stretching myself. Sex did get better, and I eventually learned that what I had thought were orgasms when I was 18 we’re not actually orgasms (I never told him that, but it was be pretty great to just text him out of the blue that it took him almost three years to actually make me cum), but good god that was cringey. I’m including a helpful article for anyone who like me has had sex with icky people.
https://reductress.com/post/how-to-sage-your-vagina-after-tylers-negative-energy-dick/

I'm standing here getting blasted by trumpets and Spanish waiting for my burrito to be made. I was then confused by a customer when they told me their order and I told them I didn't work there. I should have went with it but the accordion at full volume was throwing me off.
So, I'm here looking for good conversation and if it leads to more than that, that would be great. I'm tired of wasting my best jokes on myself and these dang dating apps are absolutely atrocious. I was talking to myself the other day and we think it's time we got back out there. I do have to give a warning that I get distracted easily with things. Sometimes I'll just
I'm a student that finished the semester and I'm also an illustrator when the work is there. Art is hard. So are words. I'm going to school for English and writing because I always found that words were like pieces of a puzzle to be arranged in any random ways to make something much more grand than letters in place.
I'm kind of tall as well as a big guy. I'm fine with it. I've also been told I'm handsome but I'm not sure if my half blind grandmother is a credible source. She did make good food though so that might explain a number of things.
Some quick facts about me! - My favorite food is pizza. - I'm searching for the perfect chocolate chip cookie. - I'm single. Insert witty joke here. - I'm a "haha" user instead of "lol." - I play video games. Don't mind if you don't but I feel like it still gets flak for some reason. - Fortune cookie fortunes make me laugh with how un-fortune they've been lately. - I have facial hair. I once had someone stop talking to me because of it and I always found that funny. - I'm a Leo and it doesn't matter. I just wanted to share that someone else stopped talking to me because I am one. People are a trip. - I don't believe in crystals but I enjoy hearing about people talking about it because I picture them talking about rock candy and it makes me laugh.
Hope to hear something!

"Namaste and welcome to our channel! In today's video, we dive into the profound teachings of ancient Hindu texts to uncover the transformative power of self-reflection and introspection. Get ready to embark on a journey of self-discovery and inner peace as we explore the wisdom of the Mahabharata.
Topic: The Power of Self-Reflection: Insights from Hindu Scriptures
Lesson 1: Cultivating Self-Awareness. Discover the importance of self-awareness in our personal growth. Learn how self-reflection allows us to gain insights into our thoughts, emotions, and actions, leading to a deeper understanding of ourselves and our purpose.
Lesson 2: Embracing Inner Transformation. Explore the transformative power of self-reflection in facilitating inner growth and positive change. The Mahabharata reminds us that true transformation begins with looking inward and addressing our inner challenges and limitations.
Lesson 3: Learning from Mistakes. Uncover the wisdom of learning from our mistakes and setbacks. Through self-reflection, we can gain valuable lessons from our experiences, enabling us to make better choices and navigate our life's journey with wisdom and resilience.
Lesson 4: Cultivating Mindfulness in Daily Life. Discover how practicing mindfulness can enhance self-reflection and bring a greater sense of presence and peace into our lives. Learn techniques to cultivate mindfulness in everyday activities, fostering a deeper connection with ourselves and the world around us.
Lesson 5: Setting Personal Growth Goals. Explore the process of setting meaningful personal growth goals through self-reflection. Discover how aligning our aspirations with our values and purpose can empower us to live a more fulfilling and purposeful life.
Remember, self-reflection is a powerful tool for personal transformation and inner peace. Through the insights of Hindu scriptures, we can embark on a journey of self-discovery, leading to a deeper connection with ourselves and a greater sense of purpose.
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Michael Gira has toured for decades with shows that have been said to reach ~130dB (For comparison a gunshot is normally around 140dB) and according to Gira he is in the loudest part:

We set up the stage so it’s a half circle and I’m in the middle of it. So I’m receiving the full force of the tsunami.

There is seriously no way this man is not deaf.
My personal theory is that Michael Gira has been deaf for the past decade and has just been guessing how to make music and it has been working out.

i recently bought a 98 4cyl tj on 35s. she’s my daily driver and has been fine since i’ve had her (about 2 and a half months in) she runs stock dana 30 and 35… i am getting her regeared in july (ordered but on back order) but as i keep reading more about it everyone makes it seem like it’s destined to die with these axels… i just road drive it and occasionally take it to the beach. is it gonna be okay once regeared. 3spd auto getting the 4.56 gears. i don’t have the money for new axels… is it gonna be okay? wish i knew all this before the purchase. i’m on a college student budget💀i keep hearing about this “super 35 kit” it looks expensive. if i were to ask my mechanic to add it to my list of things i’m getting done in july (the regear and tlc things) how much do you think he’d run me to add it in? do i really need it or will i probably be fine? money is really tight.

Note: To the users who'll be shouting incel or using insults to other users. You're unironically a part of the problem in this subreddit. You're better off not acting like an asshole or not commenting or saying anything.
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Starting with an introduction, I'm still new to this subreddit (joined months ago), wanting to read posts about the issues and experiences we men have faced. And I'm not gonna lie, it was very surprising to see a few women here, not only agreeing but supporting us. yeah, they don't do it financially or share posts to other subreddits, but by believing us. I've only seen 6 or 7 women in the comment sections in other posts, a ridiculous small amount in any other subreddits, but I consider quite a lot.
Enough introduction let's address an issue in this subreddit: Trust issues. Apparently, a few men here can't trust the women supporting us. Their excuses are probably about: they're not really women, they just pretend to care, and there's even one post about how female onlyfan creators only care about our issues because we're their main demographic. Now, I understand why they will be skeptical about it, there are men who had bad-horrible-abysmal experiences with women (even including moms, sisters, cousins, aunts, grandmoms, etc.) and high moral wannabes call them incels for it. However, since I believe in innocent till proven guilty and judging everyone for their own actions and beliefs, I'm not going do assumptions about every woman who is a member of Men's Rights. They deserve to be listen and believe unless something makes it suspicious. Sure, we shouldn't put 100% of our trust, but we need to put a bit, just a bit. We need to be fairer to them.
And for those who aren't convince, we need to improve the relationship between opposite genders here, at least better than the relationship in the feminist's subreddit.

So I was hired as a temporary associate at a big named store, which meant I was only contracted to work there for 30 days. On my first day, I met a coworker while I was looking for the break room. We took our break at the same time, which neither of us minded. We actually had an effortless conversation about where we’re from, our employment history, pet peeves with the store or with the customers, blah blah blah. The next day, our manager suggested that he should train me around the store. He was a very big help, and me and him were always able to have a good conversation at the register that made an 8 hour shift seem like one hour max. The weird thing is, I always saw him as a friend and never even thought about it becoming more serious than that. I literally called him “best friend” for the first week I was working there. Then things took a hugeee sudden turn.
He had gotten sick unexpectedly and had to call out for a week and a half. Yeah, I was upset that my work bestie wouldn’t be there, but I was able to hold it down. He comes back on a random Thursday, clearly I’m ecstatic that the one person who makes this job fun is back. I was on the floor and he was at the register, until it was time for me to cover someone’s shift. Just like that, we were stuck with each other again. We quickly got to chatting, sharing life updates and whatnot, then he started venting about having to pay bills at home. I made a dark joke about how my deadbeat dad feels bad for not sticking around, so he doesn’t make me pay any bills now that I stay with him. I guess that’s all the spark we needed to open up to each other, cus when I say our convo got deep, it got DEEP. We started talking about childhood trauma, our views on life, our failed relationships, and what we want out of our future. Next thing we know, it goes from 4pm to practically almost closing time in a heartbeat because of how good this conversation was. He decides to invite me out to see the new D&D movie with him. That’s when I start to question, “Hmmm, is he trying to make moves on me?”
I didn’t know for sure so I had to test it. That led to some innocent flirting, I remember us speaking about binge watching one of my favorite shows together and I said “I bring the wine, you bring the pizza?” And he said “Deal.” We left work together that night and went to Times Square. I had to pee, so he helped me find a restaurant that let us use the bathroom if we buy something. It was a fancy pizza joint, and he had bought me a slice without me asking or even suggesting. I thought that was cute. After that, we began to have a conversation about our sexual history and kinks. It was so detailed that we ended up scaring the customers away, and the chefs behind the register were staring at us in shock. We apologized and left. Lastly, he walked me to my train station. This is when I noticed him being very touchy - Putting his arm around me, holding my hand and such. Frankly, I liked it. A lot. I’ve never been turned on by dry physical contact like that in my life. We start cuddling on the bench, then when my train arrived, I made the move to kiss him. I’d like to say the rest was history, but it gets juicier.
TL;DR - I was hired to work at a store for 30 days and me and my coworker managed to have a fling in that short period of time. We vented, opened up, got really close, and shared our first kiss by the train.
Part ll Coming

I won't be making a throwaway. As the title states, I found out that my now ex-girlfriend was cheating on me. All of this happened when my ex I will refer to as "H" was abusive to me for years, and while yes I was not perfect either, I was undeserving of the traumatic experiences I went through with her and unfortunately she also cheated on me. Anyways, fast forward to February when I broke up with her (All of this is important later on). This other girl I will refer to as "K", I've known for quite a while. In fact, all of us including my ex "H" are involved in a huge friend group. K came to me once she realized what had happened, and told me that she has just gone through the same exact experiences with her ex, as I have with mine. The way she spoke to me, the way she acted with me, it felt genuine and I honestly fell quickly for her-- more so than I want to admit. I moved on very quickly from H, because of how K approached me. The fact that I've known her for a while and that we opened ourselves up to each other to another, deeper, darker level, I opened myself to her and we began a relationship. Everything was great, I was being a gigantic cheeseball (like seriously, getting flowers for EVERY time I'd see her, putting the spotlight on her in public, etc) and she honestly treated me better than I ever have been treated in my entire life. I was showing her my true, genuine appreciation by treating her like literal royalty, spoiling her with attention and love (and unfortunately, very expensive gifts) that she supposedly never got, and she did the same for me too. For once, I felt someone positive actually came my way and that I actually found someone genuine. Well, a few days ago I discovered that she had actually been in a relationship with the "ex" of hers for 4 years and that she never left him; cheating on me the entire time. Her entire story of abuse was completely fabricated and lied to not only to me and her best friend and friends, but her family as well. She twisted all of these lies to match my story of abuse to a fault, and since I've known her in our friend group for so long, I trusted her already. Me and her "ex" confronted her, and she admitted to it all. This all happened literally days ago, and he has now forgiven her and he's already back with her. She however, has completely ghosted her friends and myself, and now I can't get any answers or closure at all. Honestly, I have not been handling this well. The fact that I've been lied to and betrayed, cheated twice in a row etc. I will admit, that I've thrown my life in danger MULTIPLE times this week over this, I feel like a complete lunatic. My friends and sister have been keeping me safe, but that doesn't change the pain that I endure every moment of every day. I honestly don't know how I can get through not just one relationship, but two that have both ended with me getting cheated on. I feel like out of all of this, I am the only victim. I feel like actual human trash, scum of the earth that is simply a piece of shit. I feel like while K and her "ex" are literally fucking each others brains out even as I type this, I am just this clown that is crying in parking lots after my shifts pathetically, barely holding myself together while I work my shifts. I contacted H, and she told me she never cheated and the "truth", but I don't even know if I can trust that. I am having hard times trusting anyone now, my coworkers, and just people in general. I am constantly thinking of a thousand scenarios about how a friend could be conspiring to fuck me over, and I know that is irrational but I can't help but think this way. The worst part, I will never get answers or closure. Sorry if it's worded badly, I am upset even as I type this. I feel like a piece of shit that no one will care for, and all I was used for was for sex, and attention/money. What do I do? How can I improve any situation, or at the very least get some closure? I'm honestly lost, sorry if this post isn't allowed.
TLDR:
Cheated by my ex, then cheated on again in this new relationship. Feeling lost.

First of all I should say that English is not my first language and I am very sorry if I didn't write everything properly. I made this with the intention of learning from this experience and see if I was wrong in this situation and I am very sorry if this post is hard to read because of it's lenght. During end of Fall I (23M) met a girl (20F) because I was early to an exam and had to wait for 2 hours. She opened the conversation and we chatted for an hour and had a good time and exchanged info. Later that day I messaged her if she wanted to go on a coffee date. She said yes and we went on a date. I want to note that during this first date she said some things that I was not prepared to answer right away. She asked me if I want kids and said the fact that she doesn't want any, she said that she was surprised that I was nice to her and paid for her and that we went to the arcade. She also said that something must be wrong with me from a mental state because I am not a womanizer, I didn't try to sleep with her, that I don't drink and don't smoke (she noted that it was weird because I live in a Balkan Country where almost everyone drinks, but I have a medical condition). I walked her where she lived because it was quite late and then we hugged and said that we wanted to keep going like this. We started talking almost daily, playing game together, she introduced me to her friends and I introduced her to some of mine. As we spend more time together over the months she would often come to my place (I live alone) to play game, chat and eat. Very late in one night we talked about some things that led to another and then she told me about her situation. She was impressed that I didn't want anything from her because she was recently dumped by her boyfriend during the end of Summer. She said to me that her boyfriend wasn't a bad guy but she didn't take care of her, his friends made fun of her because of him and that sometimes when she didn't want to have sex with her he forced it. After he broke up with her they still stayed on contact and she said that he is a good friend with her. One night she said she wanted to come to me but couldn't and then later I found out that her ex-boyfriend was drunk one night and wanted to suicide if he could not talk with her and spend the night with her. She also said that he was her second ever boyfriend that that her first boyfriend and many of her girlfriends (she is bisexual) cheated on her many times. She then said the thing that keeps her from being in a relationship with me was that I would cheat on her and that I would not love her. I said to her that it's normal to think that because we haven't spend so much time to know each other so well and I assured her that I would never cheat because I really can't stand cheating and destroying the life of another person. I asked her if she could love me for who I am and then said that she does not know if I have a chance to get with her because she may go back to her ex-boyfriend that made her feel bad her or another person in her life. She then cried that the day before she almost killed herself. I tried to hug her and tell her that I can be there for her and she does not need to have those kind of thoughts. After a minute she then angerly said that she does not like being touched, she only likes to touch the person she is in love with and that never buy her flowers. After a few hours I bought her and Uber because she wanted to go home. I started talking with my friends about this situation and all of my friends told me that I should not go any further with her, not met her quite as often and study (for my final year at university). I chose to not go out with her so often and just stay in touch and be there if she needs me. One night we went to the club with some of my friends and one of my friends (who is a lesbian) wanted me to know if the girl that I am with is single. I told her that she technically is (because we are not in a relationship) but told her that she is traumatized and not ready for one. In spite of that my friend still wanted to try and she even tried to kiss her but the girl rejected it. Later that night after we went to my place to pick her stuff that she left when we went out we had a chat and started talking about why I want a relationship. I told her that I want one because I want to be there for someone, someone to be there for me and to make that someone feel special and have a nice life with her. She said that I don't have any chances of finding that nowadays because of how the dating culture is. Over the months I started to not talk with her because I wanted to study for my exams. One day, 3 weeks ago, she started calling my phone out of the blue and asked me if she could come and see me and stay at my place for a few hours. I wanted to finish a project but I said yes because I thought she needed me. After she came to my place we started talking about what we did during the time we didn't talk and saw that I posted a story with me and colleague of mine (who is a girl) with whom I worked on some projects, watching anime on Discord. She started getting jealous that I was speaking to other girls while not talking to her. She then spoke to me about her life this couple of months and that she went in visit in some cities where she had friends. She told me that she was at a cabin with some friends that I haven't known about (ranging from 18 to 34 year olds) and had many adventures. Later that night that an event happened (because of something they smoked) at that cabin and they had an orgy. She told me that she didn't do it with anyone and was just in a corner watching them and filming it. I did not know what to say to that because to me that was something that I haven't heard of from someone I know and didn't know how to respond. Later that night she told me that she wanted to stay the night and that she wanted me to dye her hair. I said yes and use one of my hair dyes and talked. During that she told me some bad things about her life, that she has a bad relationship with her parents, that everyone where she lived laughed about her and made jokes. I felt bad for her and because I care about her well being I kissed and told her that if she need a place to stay I can provide that for her. She then went to my shower to clean herself and called out for me to give her something to dress and it did not mind her that I was seeing her naked for the first time. I then went I slept on the couch because I know that she is not good with physical touch I did not want to make her uncomfortable. Later that night I went to my bed that she stayed in, woke her about and told her that I am sorry and that the couch is very cold and that I don't want to catch a cold during this time. The next morning she woke up with a call from her ex-boyfriend asking her where she is and why she was not working on her projects. She told me that she would want to me to give her my VR headset for 3 days to try it and I did. When she left I hugged her, kissed her and told her that if she wants to come here more often she could. I kept in touch with her this time and asked her if she could return the VR headset when she said she would. She told me that many things happened and her dad was not feeling fine and I understood that. She kept that VR headset for 3 weeks. Yesterday she calls me and tells me she wants to give me my VR headset. She makes me wait one hour in the rain and then comes by car with a cousin. The cousin then wants me to give me the VR headset and before that asks her if he should give me the box that contained the VR headset (the box was mine). She told him yes and then got out of the car, hugged me, said that she wanted to see her parents again and then left. Today I text her how her parents are feeling and she says that they are good. Asked her if she wanted to watch some movies and then I receive a lot of texts. She told me that "YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE KISSED ME", "I AVOIDED YOU BECAUSE YOU MADE ME FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE", "DON'T EVER TOUCH ME OR KISS ME", "LETS STAY JUST FRIENDS AND NOTHING MORE YOU GOT THAT... F.R.I.E.N.D.S". I texted her that I am sorry about this situation and that I made her feel bad and said to her that I accept to be just friends with her. Today I told some of my friends about this and they told me that she is mad and to never speak with her again. One friend told me that she smelled something fishy because we kept doing things that people do when they are in a relationship but we were never in one. I am also writing this with a bit of a fear because I know that one of her friends does a lot of computer work like hacking and made a lot of bad things happen to a lot of people and I am a bit afraid of that. I don't want to lie and say that I am not hurt a bit hurt and used by her but I also want to say that I hope that something bad does not happen with her and that she finds the person that she is looking for. I want to learn from this experience and wanted to ask people if I was doing something bad in your opinion that made her feel that way and act that way. Also wanted to apologize for making this post long but could not feel that I will get answers if I didn't talk about this situation in details. Also want to take advices to do better next time when I talk with someone that I want to be in a relationship with. TLDR: met a cute girl, went on dates with her, find out she is traumatized and needs help, telling her that I was there for her, getting yelled by her to never touch her again, wanting to learn if I was in the wrong here

This film is so, so, so good.
(NO SPOILERS) Do NOT watch this film without having watched the first one (should be pretty obvious but I'll just throw that out there). If you saw the first one when it came out in 2018 in theatres (which I did), it will probably enhance your viewing of this sequel a lot if you revisit the first one. I wish I watched it before I saw the sequel today, since even though I remember the first one pretty well there's lots of details that I probably didn't pick up on. Also, the stories are reasonably tightly linked.
(NO SPOILERS) Pay attention to the dialogue. Some people apparently had problems hearing the dialogue, like in terms of volume balance? I didn't experience that personally. There were some moments where multiple characters are talking but that's when it's a more "chaotic" style of scene and there's nothing super important that's said in those moments. The reason why the dialogue is worth noting is because there are a few plot points that are discussed and not repeated. The audience is trusted to pay attention and it's worth it because they don't waste time going over those moments again. The only thing is that when characters are speaking, do listen up, particularly if English isn't your first language and you're watching an English release (or likewise for any other language).
(NO SPOILERS) This film is so creatively made and there's so much love and care that went into the making of the film. I know that phrase probably gets thrown around a lot but seriously, it's so true. There are lots of character moments that honour Spiderman's legacy, in film and comics, and there's a lot of Spiderman media I don't engage with so I'm sure there are plenty more moments I missed. The shots and camera angles are incredible. Action scenes are visually stimulating whilst still being clear and direct. The colour grading is so beautiful. There are moments where characters might have a pale or colder light cast on them in a warmer environment, or contrasts between light and dark, and it adds a lot of visual flair to a scene. The art styles of hand drawing/sketching/CMYK dots and all of those presentation quirks are even MORE stylistic than the first film. It adds so much character and every scene is so refreshing to engage with. And everything that I just said doesn't even include the writing, the plot, the characters, any of that. The first third or so is quite a classic story structure, and even if you're passively watching you'll still have a good guess of what's going to happen. Later in the film though, things just start happening and it's so exciting. You can tell that "something" is going to go down but you're never really sure how it's going to play out.
(NO SPOILERS) This film made me feel things that I haven't felt since EEAAO, which I also thought was extremely engaging and well made. I actually think that this film might have an edge over EEAAO to me, because the multiverse themes are kind of streamlined with the Spiderman character and concepts. EEAAO, for me, just toed over the line of "a bit too much happening at once" and I think this film walks the tightrope even better.
(SPOILERS) Some of my favourite moments includeall of the dialogue with Miles' family, which I felt was SO REAL, and so human. I thought that Spiderman 2099 (Miguel) being serious was very very good and a good tonal balance for the film, or else it edges a little too far into absurdity. They're already being very silly with some of the alternate Spiderheroes (like the dinosaur, Western style Spiderman etc.) and it's good that a character is played straight. The introduction of Spot was really well done, he's played for laughs at the start (like how Miles doesn't take him seriously) and then his role becomes more serious and dangerous (like how he does to Miles). I hope his character gets fleshed out more in the next film though because there's still a lot we can learn about him.
By far and away the best part was the conflict of "canon moments" and how "a police captain of some sort has to die in Spiderman's story". The fact that this was being held back from Miles by Gwen, Peter etc. and how tragedy is so core to the character is so intense to Miles' character. The fact that he's not been told adds depth to him feeling like an outcast with the Spider group and knowing that he's "always an anomaly" really adds to that feeling of exclusion, with the spider that bit him not coming from his dimension. All of the crazy twists at the end, with him ending up in the wrong dimension, and people scattering across to find him, and alternate Miles and alternate Uncle Aaron, all of it was just so engaging. I really felt like the last hour of the film could have gone in any direction without me guessing.
My only complaint, if I had to make one, is that sometimes the serious and solemn moments could have stayed a little less comedic. One that I do recall is when Gwen speaks with Miles' parents and then she says she's going to find her, and Miles' mother says tell him he's grounded for 5 months and that we love him. The grounding part is a cute callback I guess, and maybe in the moment it shows that his mother is struggling with the situation and is trying to make it less serious for herself, but I think that a scene like that could have hit a little harder without a more lighthearted line being thrown in. Keep in mind that this tonal shift thing is very very slight, the tone overall is extremely well balanced. Honestly, even as I type this, I feel more forgiving of the grounding line that I just mentioned. I do think that the dialogue could have been played slightly more seriously in some of the hard hitting moments, but that's seriously missing the balance for me by only like 1%.
Wow, I've typed a lot. I'll just conclude here and say that this film might be the best I've ever seen in my life, and I don't say that lightly - I don't really throw around phrases like that too often. Also, I don't read any Spiderman comics, and my history with the character is basically the Tobey Maguire films/Andrew Garfield films/MCU, as well as the first Spiderverse film. It's amazing to think I got so much out of this film and a "true" fan could somehow get even more.
This is one of the first pieces of media that I've felt compelled to seriously praise and spread good word of mouth on. Go and watch it. Odds are, even if you don't love it, you'll like it, and even if you somehow don't like it, you'll find something to like about it. I don't think that will be the case though. This film juggles a lot of character moments, and mature themes, that there will be something for everyone, and I would consider this to be one of the most accessible, artistic and enjoyable films that I've seen.

I just had an interaction that really encapsulated why I'm so fucking lonely.
My mom was scooping avocados into a bowl to make a kind of freestyle guacamole. She had one of those bottled lemon juices. I said "I have a real lemon, those bottles don't have nearly as much flavor. Here, you can zest it and juice it." I handed her the lemon I was saving for something else, thinking I was being nice.
While she was cutting I asked if she'd washed them. I was just curious. She asked why she would wash the outside of an avocado. I said, "Well whatever germs are on the outside get dragged through the insides with the knife but it doesn't matter."
She cut herself while cutting the avocadoes. I cried out "oh jeez! How did you manage that?" Thinking maybe she saw a bug and jumped or something, and that was why she got cut (she has a scar from a weird freak accident in the kitchen one time). Nothing special she said, just a typical kitchen mistake.
I handed her the salt and pepper shakers and that's when I noticed she was being very short with me. She told me she felt very attacked. I asked why but she didn't answer. I left the room. Now I realize.
I thought I was helping by giving her the lemon and salt and pepper. I didn't think about how "how did you manage that" would come across. I knew it was wrong to ask if she washed them as soon as I said it, but that's why I added "it doesn't matter" whether they're washed.
Shit like this is why I have no friends. I have no one. I mean if I really wanted to, there's people I could text or call, I have like ex classmates and coworkers and stuff. But they don't contact me. It's little shit like that that makes it so no one wants to be around me. Imagine my attitude as a wife?! I'm like the hypercritical nagging cartoon stereotype! I'm literally in my room sobbing over a fucking avocado because that interaction just sums up how socially inept and dumb I am. I'm not malicious or doing it on purpose.
I'm just plain unpleasant to be around.

So I (14m) have liked my best friend (14f) for about a year now and I want to tell her how I feel but I don’t know if she reciprocates. Over the past few months we’ve got a lot closer and every time I go over we end up cuddling and acting exactly like a couple and even saying I love you, it seems like she’s just always there for me, my mom died 3 months ago as of yesterday and one time when I was upset she went out of her way to hand color me a picture of stitch in Snapchat (stitch was my moms all time favorite Disney character)and to be honest I feel like we would make a really good couple, the problem is that I don’t want to tell her how I feel because if she doesn’t reciprocate then I don’t want to lose the connection that we have.