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I've been an avid fan of the series for as long as I can remember and I've rewatched it countless times.
One character who has always intrigued me is Phil Leotardo and the subtle nuances that hinted at a possible undisclosed aspect of Phil's life: his sexual orientation. Of course this isn't the first time this comes up here, and there always seems like I find something new everytime I watch the show. I was always unsure and a little sceptic. Maybe that was the goal of the writers. Stubled on an rare orignal copy of scripts of a few episodes. One of them being an early draft of 5x03 "Where's Johnny". LINK The opening scene where Phil confronts Lorraine about the payments. Anyways, fast forward into that scene we get this dialogue, which was changed in my opinion so not make it too obvious that Phil Leotardo was a closeted homosexual and hence keep this as a mystery since all we ended up with are mild methaphors and allegorical Scenes:
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Lorraine: I'll take it up the ass. Any hole you want.
Peeps: Jesus, Joey, she's pissin' her pants.
A puddle starts to form beneath her chair.
Evan: Let her go! She's had enough!
Phil Leotardo: Maybe we should fuck him instead. He looks like he'd like it.
Lorraine: Fuck him. He does like it. Please, I don't want to die.
Phil Leotardo: It's too late for begging bi*ch. Say good-night.
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Wondering what you guys think. So much to analyse in 7 lines of dialogue. If anyone has access to an original or early draft script of season 6 episode 11 "COLD STONES", would be great to see more of Phil's original intended lines and more.
P.S. in the 5x12 Long Term Parking script, the writers orignally wrote that Phil was supposed to be crying. My Estimation of Phil Leotardo as a Man Just Plummeted. Also telling Tony to stick his sorrys up his ass and calling him a cocksucker under 30 seconds, always feels like he constantly exhibit negative attitudes towards homosexuality as a form of "reaction formation," which is a defense mechanism where a person behaves in a way opposite to their true feelings. We all know most of the characters don't support homosexuality, but it always felt like Phil Leotardo always needed to go out of his way to make it clear he wasn't gay and belittle other by making homosexual remarks or question the manliness of others.

Tl;dr when I wake up and find my partner watching porn in the middle of the night it’s triggering for me and I don’t know what’s wrong with me/how to fix it.
So I’ve been really struggling with my partners porn use. I’ve been cheated on a lot in the past by other people and there was a moment where I caught him snapping a former fwb in ways that were grossly inappropriate after we made our relationship official. Like 6 months after the fact. We talked about it, I still don’t personally feel satisfied with the “why”, but decided to just put it behind me. I have a lot of body image issues/insecurities that I’ve been trying to work on, I trust that he isn’t snapping that person any more, but whenever I walk in on him watching porn it just brings all those negative feelings back.
I know it’s normal/healthy to a degree and he says it has nothing to do with me/ that I shouldn’t make me feel this way. This isn’t a response I want to have but every time it feels like those old wound of being cheated on/lied to/not good enough get kicked and partially reopened. I’ve tried explaining to him that it’s less about the porn and more about how it makes me feel/what it brings up, but he just responds with that it shouldn’t make me feel like that and he’s a grown up, can do what he wants and I shouldn’t make him feel bad.
I don’t know how better to explain my feelings or how I can work on these issues within myself. And it sucks. I just don’t want something so stupid and normal to make me feel so crappy about myself.
Anyone been through similar and worked on this within themselves? How do I fix this?

gusto ko lang mag rant taena ansakit sa dib dib wala kase akong masabihan dahil ayoko ng nag seshare ng negativity sa mga kakilala ko and for some of them paki elamera nako sa point nato dahil normally dapat bulag bulagan sa ganto!
di to extreme but it still traumatizing for a kid. dito sa work ng bf ko my staffhouse pwede ka mag sama ng pamilya mo small fam lang (4 memebers max na).
sa kasama ko sa kawarto ay family of 4 ,the step dad,nanay,2months baby, at si teya 6 almost 7 y/o.. ang routine nila gising kain tulog, yun lang tas si stepdad ang nagwowork .pag uuwi yung step father sa gabi lagi nya dinadarag si teya na matulog agad after kumain minsan kukurutin nya tatakutin nya sisihin nya yung bata sa stress nya . e sa buong 24hrs kain tulog lang gagawin ng bata pipilitin mo pa matulog ng dipa inaantok kumbaga full charge pa gusto mo parin icharge. wla naman kase kalaro yung bata at hndi pa nag aaral gawa ng sa work ni step dad nadayo sila sa ibat ibang lugar ang tangin libangan ng bata tablet na pasikreto ipapagamit ng mama nya kase mauubos data pang ml nung stepdad. may laruan naman pero umay na siguro si teya, mga cheap/ukay toys pero nalalro padin ang issue lang sakin kase may pang bisyo si stepdad pero di mabilhan ng magandang laruan. at pag tuwing yung bata nag lilikot nag haharot e nagaglit sila e natural yun kase bata ganon maglaro ang bata lalo nat mag isa lang sinsabihan ko naman sila na "wala kase kalaro e kaya andaming energy" para medyo makalma sila kaso dipadin , diko din nakikita na malambing sila sa bata one time lang nung sinabi namin ni teya na si teya nagligpit ng hingaan nila kahit ako lang gumawa ( nag tatablet si teya nundikona inistorbo mag tablet kase para maenjoy nya pa ng onti) Ang lambing lang ng step dad nya non "nilinis mo? galing mo naman" 🤦 ansakit kase marinig umiyak yung bata pag napapagalitan tas in normal day sasabihin nya "small family lang ako,kayo big family" , "ayoko na kay papa kase lagi nyakong inaaway","mama dinakita nakikiss dito (lips) puro dito lang (cheeks), "lalayas nalang ako" "iwan mo nalang ako kay tita... magpapabugbog nalang ako kay (pinsan nya) dun nalang ako" ive been staying here for 4 days pa lang.
alam ko na wala din alam magulang nya pano ihandle si teay ng maayos without getting verbally or physically hurtful pero ang masakit kase nung restday nung stepdad naginom tas kumain lang ng tangahalian pinapatulog na agad ang bata tas uniiyak ng umiiyak yung bata kase di nga sya makatulog tas pinapagalitan sya kase nagtutulog tulugan , nung pag alis ng step dad sabi nung bio mom "loko matulog kana para dika mapagalitan lasing si papa mag aaway lang kami ng papa mo" somthing on those line 😏. Di nya mahandle asawa nya kung pano madisiplina anak nya kaya anak nya ngayon nag susuffer .
sana dumating yung araw marealize nila bago pa magrebelde si teya at tuluyang magkahinanakit sakanila.
perstaym ko mag post dito. rant lang kase im trying to heal den and i cdnt watch them kase i still think that idont have a voice and its non of my business. wishing you all the best in life halteya hash.

Read Chapters 26, 27, and 28 Here: https://www.reddit.com/saw/comments/13v6mcx/legacy_from_the_book_of_saw_chapter_26_27_28/
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*** CHAPTER 29 **\*
Inside the exhibit, the faint whir of a helicopter flying overhead, penetrated the survivors’ ears, injecting their weary hearts with a frail glimmer of hope. Undeterred by adversity, Renee and Sarah persevered in their quest to uncover the key to the elusive lock box. With resolute determination, Sarah tore through the sandbags, while Renee upended the buckets of paint and dirt, hoping to unearth their salvation.
Confident of their impending rescue, Gavin remained reclined against the glass, observing his companions. His attention fixated on the box, turning it around to admire its design. Yet, the pain in his abdomen had intensified, transforming even the gentle touch of his shirt into searing knives. Placing the box on his lap, he unfastened a button, peering inside to discover a sizable hematoma, its purple hue speckled with dull pinks.
“I found something!” Renee said excitedly.
On the back wall was a ventilation shaft. Renee stood by while Sarah rubbed her fingers against the screws that sealed the screen to the duct, then retrieved another brick from the tower. She forcibly slammed the stone into the bolt repeatedly, but it wasn’t budging.
A piercing shriek echoed off the walls, drawing their attention to Gavin, who trembled as he peeled off his shirt. His face etched with fear and frailty. In a testament to his weakened state, his breath came in rapid pants.
Sarah rushed forward, “You have internal bleeding,” she proclaimed, “You need medical attention.”
Gavin blinked wildly, struggling to see, “Son of a bitch,” he said, wincing.
“How do you know that?” Renee asked.
Sarah grabs a sandbag and brings it closer to Gavin. “You need to apply pressure and stay elevated.”
“Goddamnit… Goddamnit. He knocked me down.” Gavin said.
Renee could see the fear on Gavin’s face, and despite his aggression towards her, she felt sympathy for him, “Sarah, are you sure about this?”
“I think so,” she replied, “I was going to be a nurse.”
As Sarah lowers the sandbag onto Gavin’s abdomen, he endures a sudden jolt of pain, “Jesus….” he whimpers.
Renee looks up at her, “A nurse?”
Observing the patient, Sarah explained, “I didn’t finish.”
Gavin’s voice trembles, “What happened?”
The memories of her children flock to Sarah’s mind, and she contorts her face in self-reproach. “I had kids,” she said, “I lost focus.”
“I always wanted to be a Mother,” Renee said thoughtlessly.
Trying to ignore the pain, Gavin asked, “What happened with your kids?”
Sarah leans onto a barrel and appears sunken, slow to respond, “It started as a game,” she said, remembering the day she was tested.
On an ordinary summer afternoon, Sarah strolled through the Oaks Mall in the company of her two children, Charlie and Charlotte. At the time, the youngsters were merely eleven and thirteen, with Charlotte assuming the role of elder sibling, ceaselessly provoking her younger brother.
While Sarah admired a jewelry display, Charlotte began arguing with Charlie.
“I said you could have a sip!” She glowered.
“I did!”
“You drank the whole thing!” Charlotte declared, tossing the empty drink at her brother, hitting him in the chest.
As the bottle tumbled to the ground, its lid catapulted off, scattering remnants of ice across the sleek marble tile. A gathering of shoppers paused to eavesdrop on the squabbling children, silently questioning when parental intervention would ensue. However, Sarah remained engrossed in her negotiation with the salesman, completely oblivious to the unfolding chaos.
The incessant bickering continued until a push gave way, toppling a display and capturing Sarah’s attention. A wave of embarrassment surged through her as she acutely sensed the disapproving gazes fixed upon her. Reacting swiftly, she tightly grasped their wrists and whisked them away from the store.
Their valiant attempts to vindicate themselves were futile; Sarah was livid. While in earshot of the customers, she scolded her children, relinquishing her promise to buy them gifts, and insisting she wouldn’t tolerate any more arguing.
Folding her arms, Charlotte pouted, displeased with her Mother’s verdict.
As they approached the exit of the mall, the anxiety of the situation had created an urgency in Charlie to use the restroom.
“I need to go,” he cooed.
Moving up the escalators, they stopped outside the laboratories, next to a concession stand, and Charlie hurried inside. With the jewelry store out of sight, they could finally drop the act. Charlotte reached into her pocket and produced the diamond bracelet that her Mother wanted.
“How was that?” Charlotte inquired about her performance.
Sarah fitted the stolen bracelet onto her wrist and smiled, “You’re a natural.”
Her daughter beamed at the compliment, “Let’s do it again. That was fun!”
“Soon, baby, soon. “ Sarah reached into her purse and pulled out a handful of cash, extracting a crispy twenty-dollar bill, “How ‘bout a lemonade, then?”
Charlotte grinned widely and stood in line with her mother. She reviewed the menu and decided a deluxe strawberry lemonade would be adequate for a thespian of her stature. More patrons would appear behind them, blocking their view of the restroom.
Before returning to the group, Charlie’s eyes locked on the enchanting display of an opulent toy store. He glided towards the shop, his heart aflutter with a potent blend of anticipation and awe. With a reverent gaze, he took in the kaleidoscope of toys that sprawled before him, each beckoning with its own unique allure.
Moments later, Charlotte joined her brother, her eyes reflecting his infectious enthusiasm. Their faces adorned with radiant smiles, the siblings gazed excitedly at the toys and gadgets, longing to claim them as their own.
“So, you taught your kids to help you steal?” Gavin asked, bemused with the story thus far.
Renee waited for Sarah’s response, but it never came.
“You’ve got money. Why would you do that?” He asked.
Sarah sat on the floor and looked off into the distance, “You had a mistress, didn’t you?”
“What?” Gavin was taken aback.
“It was exciting, right? She made you feel special... Important.”
Gavin remained quiet. It was hard to argue with the claim.
“We didn’t grow up with much,” she began, her voice trailing off as memories of her childhood flooded her mind. Sarah grappled with the words, struggling to articulate the complexities of her past. “My mother… she….” Her voice faltered, “Mom battled with anxiety and paranoia. She… She was confused. Maybe it was bipolar or schizophrenia. I don’t know. We couldn’t afford an evaluation. And my dad… He wasn’t there. He couldn’t handle the mood swings, y’know?”
“So what? Every family has issues….” Gavin said.
“Sometimes, it was the only way for us to put food on the table,” she explained, “but it became a compulsion for her.”
“It rubbed off on you?” Renee asked in a sympathetic tone.
“Maybe,” she replied, her eyes falling to the floor, “Maybe it was always there.”
“Where’s she now?” Renee asked.
Saddened by the thought, Sarah revealed, “She’s gone…. She passed, I mean. Almost twenty years now. Small service. She didn’t have a lot of friends.”
To the point, Gavin asked, “So, when did you get tested?”
“That night…,” She said, “We got home pretty late and the lights weren’t working. I thought nothing of it. A blown fuse or something, right?” A look of sorrow befell her, “My husband normally fixed those things.”
Renee met the gaze of Sarah and flashed her a sweet smile.
“Anyways, the kids dashed to their rooms while I looked for the electrical box.”
Concealed within the shrouds of darkness, Amanda Young lingered, her anticipation building as she waited for the imminent arrival of the unsuspecting family. In the dimly lit living room, Sarah’s searching hand came across a solitary candle. As she struck a match, its feeble glow revealed the haunting silhouette of a grotesquely contorted head, sending a chilling tremor down her spine. On the precipice of releasing a scream, Sarah’s world was abruptly invaded by the stealthy approach of Mark Hoffman. From the shadows, he ensnared her in a vice-like grip, swiftly pressing a rag infused with chloroform against her face, plunging her consciousness into an unsettling abyss.
“The next thing I knew, I woke up in a room like this,” she said, “but there was a window that separated me from my kids, and my wrist was pulled through a hole in the glass.”
Surprised, Renee asked, “Your kids were in the trap with you?”
Gavin spoke softly, “Wouldn’t be the first time….” he said, remembering the threat of death towards Dr. Gordon’s family.
Sarah let out a deep sigh and nodded, “When I woke up, I could see them lying across from me.”
Immersed in the flickering glow of white noise from a television screen, Charlotte and Charlie lay upon the grimy floor of a forsaken laboratory. The dilapidated chamber exudes a musty odor, its atmosphere saturated with neglect. The bluish-green walls, tinged with decay, reveal patches of a worn brown foundation, marking the passage of time.
Sarah's eyes widened with fear as the cacophony of static intensified, her heart pounding in her chest. She fought desperately, her wrist contorting and straining, in an attempt to free herself from the confining hole. And then, as if emerging from a nightmare, an unsettling puppet materialized through the static of the television.
“Hello Sarah, I want to play a game,” John’s chilling voice emitted from the doll and seized her attention, “Despite your advantages, you’ve chosen to lie, cheat, and steal. Well, Today, you will have a chance to give."
Startled by the haunting voice, Charlie emerged from his slumber. As he rubbed his eyes, he caught sight of his mother through the glass and hurriedly made his way towards her. A flood of relief washed over Sarah as she beheld her son unharmed. Sarah enveloped him in a tight embrace, pressing his little body against the cool surface, yearning to feel the warmth of his skin once more.
“Sarah, you’ve long considered your children to be an extension of yourself, using them like a tool for your criminal acts. Today, they will be the key, the key to saving your life.”
Charlotte is awoken to the sound of her brother pounding on the glass walls. Frightened, she rushes towards the window.
“If you are comfortable using their hands, perhaps, you don’t need your own?” Jigsaw suggests.
“Oh my God,” Sarah says.
“If you want freedom, I require a sacrifice. A sacrifice of flesh.”
Charlotte turns around slowly and watches the TV.
“There’s a tool in the room with you, and you will need it to be set free. But hurry up. In 10 minutes, the door will lock, and this room will become your tomb. Live or die, Sarah. Make your choice.”
A timer beneath the TV switches on, piercing the darkness with its red digits.
Charlie wipes tears from his face, his words nearly incomprehensible, “Mom, I want to go home.”
“Me too, baby. We’re gonna be okay, I promise you. It’s just a game.”
“I don’t want to play anymore!” Charlie declared.
Sarah’s throat swelled, and she was stricken with guilt, “Just once more, honey, okay?”
Charlotte quickly evaluated the room, searching for the tool.
“No more!” Charlie yelled.
Embracing her son, Sarah ran her hand against his head, soothing him, “Okay, sweetheart. It’s Okay.”
Charlotte remained determined as she searched the room, playing the role of Detective. Her love of movies crept in, and she was strangely fearless. She knew the good guys always prevailed based on the films she had seen. She knocked on the walls listening for a hollow point, and proceeded into the darkness. It was there that she felt something on her foot. Kneeling, she reached for a medium-sized box wrapped like a Christmas present. Tearing open the covering, she lifted the lid and found a rusty hacksaw.
Clutching the tool firmly in her hand, she made her way back to her mother, a sense of pride surging through her. Oblivious to the gravity of the situation, she remained unaware of the implications of her discovery. As Sarah’s gaze locked onto the object, an overwhelming sense of dread and regret consumed her.
“Good job, Char!” She said, concealing her inner turmoil, “Now, look at me, okay?”
The children stared desperately into her watering eyes.
“I need you to do one more thing, okay? Both of you.”
Without uttering the words, Charlotte realized what was coming. “No, Mom, I can’t.”
“You have to, sweetheart. It’s a game, remember?” Sarah said, looking back at her son.
She continued, “You just play the role.”
Glancing at the timer, Sarah’s eyes met the display reading seven minutes. With a determined resolve, she quickly discarded her blouse, revealing a white tank top beneath. Wrapping the fabric tightly around her arm, she sought to staunch the impending flow of blood. “We can’t wait, honey. You can do this.”
Charlie began to tremble when his sister laid the saw against their Mother’s wrist.
“It’s okay….” She said, consoling Charlotte, but the young girl was terrified.
“You can do this, Charlotte. You can. I need you to do this.”
“Mom?” Charlie muttered.
Sarah pressed her hand against the glass, wanting to touch his face. “Just cover your ears, baby. And look away. I’ll be there before you know it.”
Charlie turned around, and Charlotte locked eyes with her Mother. “Hurry…”
Charlotte braced herself, inhaling a deep breath to steady her trembling hand. With trepidation, she commenced the arduous task of sawing through her mother’s arm, observing in horror as the serrated edges tore through the delicate flesh. Sarah turned her gaze away, concealing the excruciating pain etched across her face, her hand instinctively rising to cover her mouth. Each sway of the blade elicited a sickening peeling sound as her skin yielded, unleashing a torrent of crimson that spilled forth unrelentingly.
The ghastly scene proved nearly unbearable, pushing Charlotte to the brink of halting her agonizing task. Overwhelmed, she shut her eyes tightly, unwilling to witness the gruesome dismemberment unfolding before her. Tears welled up, streaming down her reddened cheeks, mirroring the profound anguish that weighed upon her.
When the blade reached bone, the endeavor became increasingly harder. “I can’t do it!” Charlotte’s voice echoed with desperation.
Sarah pivoted to face the gory wound, a surge of dizziness threatening to overpower her. Mustering every ounce of strength, she fought against the encroaching syncope, her voice wavering yet resolute as she sought to reassure her daughter, “You’re almost done, honey… Almost done.”
“It’s too hard! I’m not strong enough.”
Sarah tried pulling her arm through the hole, but it was no use; the opening was sealed tightly.
“I need help!” Charlotte said.
The pleading words of his sister prompted Charlie to remove his hands from his ears.
“Charlie, I need you. Your sister needs help.”
The young boy moved closer to the carnage but refused to look at the wound. He stepped into a large puddle of blood and gripped the opposite end of the hacksaw.
“Back and forth,” Sarah instructed them.
The two children synchronized their efforts, and with their combined strength, they propelled the blade to glide across the appendage in a hauntingly rhythmic motion. The eerie and nauseating sound of metal grinding through bone reverberated in the air as they skillfully maneuvered from side to side. As the bone finally yielded and severed, Sarah unleashed a primal scream. The agony displayed on her face became undeniable, impossible to conceal, yet the objective stood tantalizingly close to completion. A few more determined slices, and the blade mercilessly tore through the remaining layers of skin, marking the near-accomplishment of their grim task.
They dropped the blade and watched Sarah twist and pull on her wrist, trying to bring it through the hole. While the timer continued to count down, Charlotte acted swiftly, aiding her mother by forcefully pushing the tender stump through the hole. Within moments, Sarah was free from the trap.
Dazed by the significant blood loss, Sarah struggled to her feet, but with only seconds remaining, she forced herself up and staggered towards the exit.
“Jesus,” Gavin said in shock.
Sarah’s eyes remained on the museum floor, finding it difficult to stare Renee or Gavin in the face, “My husband left me after that. He said it would be easier for the kids. That I was a trigger for them. A reminder.”
“Your kids… How are they now?” Gavin asked.
“It took some time, but they managed. Therapy, y’know? Counseling. Medication. Truth is, they deserve better than me. After it happened, after I lost everything, I was… suicidal. I was lucky to meet Addy and Dr. Steward.”
“Right? A lot of good that did us.” Gavin said.
Renee looks back at the ventilation duct, “It’s not over yet. We have to keep trying.”
“What did you find over there?” Gavin asked.
Sarah’s pessimism comes through, “It’s probably a trap.”
Gavin conjures a weak smile, “At last, we agree on something,” he said.
Sarah smiles back, “Better late than never.”
“Y’all of little faith,” Renee quipped.
“So, what does he want? I learned my lesson.” Gavin declared, turning to address Renee, “And you’re basically in love with Jigsaw, so why are you here? None of this makes any sense.”
As Gavin spoke, Sarah’s mind lingered on the murderous assignment bestowed upon her. Wracked with grief, she wondered if the prize was real and if she even deserved it.
“Nurse Harper?” Renee said, offering her hand.
Renee lifted Sarah from the floor and they proceeded to the ventilation shaft. With their backs turned, Gavin deftly reached into his pocket with measured caution, and removed his own white card that read:
“Your aim in this game is to kill Sarah*.”*
Once more, he delved into his pocket, retrieving a gleaming silver key. Vigilant of the surrounding figures, he covertly unlocked the box, revealing its enigmatic contents. A delicate piano wire, tautly connected to two finely crafted wooden handles, lay before him.
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TO BE CONTINUED....

Hey! I'm 29 F and was hoping to chat to some fellow Aussies, it's a bit easier being on the same time :) I like sharks, photography, scrabble, cooking and I mostly watch comedies, although at the moment I'm rewatching the X-Men film series :) I'm not sure what else to write. But feel free to shoot a message, I'm sure we could get a conversation happening. :)

Long Story Short. I Dropped out of School in the 6th grade.Stayed Inside Playing Xbox, untill 18 completely ruining my social Skills.& Education. First Job Was At Amazon. Bright Lights , Overstimulation, Heart Beating Fast, And feeling Awkward. Close to 30 Now, Still No Friends, Or "Stable Employment",But from Where i started I still consider Myself A Success Story.
Just a List of random things/advice/shit to think about below.
1.You will devolop an almost 6th Sense for feeling people out, You will be very sensitive to body language and Tone of voice ques,

1. Work on your Confidence. The quickest improvment you will see in social anxiety will come from improving your confidence. Self Improvement builds confidence,Getting In shape,Dropping Weight,Haircut,Acne ect.

Doesn't matter if life handed you lemons. Make yourself the most attractive version of yourself you can be, Not to please others but to feel good in your own body which will help when you socialise

1. You have to stop giving a FK You give entirely too many FKS about what people think of you and how they perceive you. The awkward looks they give you.

Most of the time when you say or do something awkward people are going to make a face like they just sharted and the smell is hurting there brain.
Oh well. You said something awkard, and recived a bad look. So what. Fck them. They can fck off.
Take it from me. You give entirely too much thought and F**cks about other people and what they're thinking in there minds.
In 2023 it has never been easier to be a careless weirdo embrace who you're. Everyone canot be the cool outgoing party person. Do not envy them. Embrace who you're. You cant swim against the current all your life trying to be something or someone you're not. There are introverts & outroverts embrace your team.

1. Become comfortable with your voice. Ever heard the saying" you love to hear yourself talk"

Grab a book, Read it out loud. Heck grab a few books on social anxiety or psychology and read them outloud! Grab a story book and read it with live acting. Become comfortable hearing your own voice, Sing a full song. Use your voice as much as you can. You're a human being with the ability to Speak. No other Animal Can Speak. Speaking is your human right.Again if your speaking comes off weird, or awkward oh fcking well.I guess they Sharted.
You will lose friends with age. one thing ive noticed as i get older the family members and associates start focusing more and more on there immediate family. With work,after school programs,side hustles,business meetings,cleaning,adult responsibilities there will be less time for friend activities. The friend thing becomes much less important after 25.
Dating and employment may be more difficult for you, dosent mean you should settle. but if you find a happy place maybe you should. Being a police officer maybe too social demanding for you. Maybe consider forklift operator. Maybe trying to score beyonce is a long shot. Grab a lizzo and start a happy family. If you can do better then do your best. Depending on your own individual circumstances you may have to take what you can get... To live the best life you can live. Never compare your self to others. Social Media and modern TV Is a mental illness factory stay away.

1. Do not be overly picky about your circle. Even with social anxiety i was iffy about hanging out with the uncool kids in school, so instead i was an uncool kid chasing around the cool kids, i looked very foolish. Like i said earlier. Embrace your own team. Or as we say in the hood get in where you fit in.

6.Exposure therapy works. Just like when you become numb to embarrassment from being embarrassed so much, that it becomes a superpower Like "Joe from Impractical jokers"
The same thing with exposure therapy. Only takes a few really wild fcked up heart racing party/club sessions or concerts for you to have experinced the worst. After doing the worse social experiment life has to offer a few times. Talking to one person will have alot less anxiety. Do it. Rip The Bandaid off and get the worse over with. Some of you need to walk to the middle of a crowded park, or time square. And shout with a bull horn. The stupidest awkard comment you can. Hell wear a mask the first time. Stare your fear in the face and bask in the awkward ness. And as you nervously walk away. You will have assassinated your social anxiety demon. They cursed at you and made you crawl into a bubble.
But you did not die. You will have been liberated. Disclaimer: this is not to become an asshole or be completly careless about what you say to others. But intially this is to get you comfortable with Speaking and receiving negative feedback. Which somone with social anxiety fears most.
7 Take Supplements Never Drugs. Im nervous about recommending this but im being transparent... Alcohol is liquid courage. USE it as a medicine, Only take a small amount. Learn how to take One two shots or 2 beers and stop. Just chill and cruise it will take the edge off. If you abuse this you will ruin your self more. Dont go down that road. But when avaliable for dates partys ect. You may want to consider having a small dose to calm your nerves. IF you do not have will power or self control best to just ignore this.
Research Lions mane,Ashwaganda, CBD, And the wim Hof breathing method/cold showers.
Will help your physical symptoms of anxiety. Rapid heart beating,hot flashes. Jittery ect.
Finally After trying all of these methods, if you still require assistance consider seeking professional help. There are levels to social anxiety if you defeat a few levels yourself may only take a few sessions to get you to where you need to be.
Most of the extraverts you see that are comfortably speaking would be terrified to give a speech to a live audience. Stage fright is a common fear. Even amongnst outgoing people. This proves there are levels to ones social anxiety. Increase your level.

1. i recomend watching Impractical Jokers < Hilarious I recomend reading Don miguel ruiz the four aggrements and his son don jose ruiz the 5th agreement And voice of knowledge All by the same authors.

Life changing books! Read them out loud!
9.The social anxiety population is increasing world wide, especially in asian countries. You're not alone, as the world switches to technology more and more people are having less social interactions. Kids barely even play out side anymore.

1. If you're of the christian faith consider seeking deliverance. On a spiritual level there cound be demonic possession giving you a fear of people. ✌️

4AM writing this hopefully it blesses someone stay strong.

I'm honestly at my wits end with this dog. I love him when he's inside: he's sweet, cuddles up next to me, and follows me everywhere. He's an angel dog.
This, however, changes as soon as we're outside. It seems to be children and dogs that he barks the loudest at (even though he's had no negative experience with them), but he also just barks at everyone and everything: men, women, children, babies, dogs...
I've heard about the whole socialization thing when he was just 10-ish weeks old and have taken him pretty much everywhere he could go when he was a puppy, so I don't know why he's so reactive outside.
Anyhow, what I've been trying to do is sitting with him on a bench outside to watch people pass by and reward him if he's quiet. Today, we went outside and did this for nearly 2 hours; towards the end of the 2 hours his barks have softened to a warning growl/harumph or a slightly less louder than usual bark. I suspect that this is only because his vocal chords have grown physically tired and not because he's learning, since he does continue to react to every. single. person. that walks past.
Granted, it's only the second day so I know I won't see any progress until at least a few weeks. I'm just wondering, should I keep up with this? Or should I try another way to train him?
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Edit: Different methods I've tried include:

1. Breaking line of sight — it seems that he will willingly break every bone in his body to get at whatevewhoever he sees.
2. Commanding him to sit and look at me when someone passes by — it works to a certain extent, but there are two problems with this. First, when it comes to children and dogs, he will straight up ignore me even if I use high value treats. Second, as soon as he sits and I reward him, he goes right back to barking, even if I have him hold the sit for 15+ seconds before treating.

I don't usually post anything anywhere ever, but I want to share, because I feel like it might help me.
I've been smoking weed for 2 years now, and I know this is not comparable to some people here, who have had longer periods, and probably more struggles, but mine matter too.
I struggle with depression and anxiety. Been struggling most of my life. So when my boyfriend introduced me to MJ a few years ago, I realized I can get a respite from it. I would get high, and alleviate my anxiety. At first.
I didn't smoke daily, so it was a welcome occasional break from my feelings of self loathing and depression.
When we moven in together over a year ago, is when I started smoking daily. No breaks, not even questioning it. Unfortunately, my anxiety and other mental problems didn't go away with it. They're just dulled out. On top of that, I realized I had a big issue with avoiding problems and responsibility. Add to that the cost of maintaining a MJ addiction, and you get money problems. And I got them. But hey, there's an easier fix than doing something about it, right? Just smoke a joint! They all go away. Even just for a few hours.
Now, since weed makes me highly introspective, I got to a point where I hated myself while smoking. It would go away right after, but come crashing down as soon as soon as the first feeling of high subsided a bit.
A couple of months ago, I started on depression medication, and it actually helped for a while. I was still smoking, but I was generally in a better mood, and I started to have fun again. Got more motivation, and did some favorable things for my life. It was around this time that I actually decided to quit using. My boyfriend was not there yet though. Not even a little bit. And quitting when there's weed readily available right there in the living room at any sign of craving, didn't help. I also stopped taking my depression medicine at some point... So it was going downhill again.
Now, a couple of days ago, I actually sat down and opened up to my boyfriend about how I feel and that I NEED to quit, that I am miserable, and that this isn't the life I want to live. (For context, his addiction is worse than mine. He's been smoking for longer, as a cope, since he feels he ruined his life by doing other drugs in his early adulthood. He has been clean for close to 9 years, so his is a massive improvement regardless. Although still not healthy, it's good as long as it's not anything heavier. At least that's what I told myself. It's what I genuinely felt.) In spite of my dread and anxiety, he got me. He understood where I come from, and he really didn't like seeing me miserable. So, we decided to quit. Together. For good.
Now, we're only on day 3, and I'm terrified we won't stick to it. The cravings are insane. My appetite has tanked. I was barely able to sleep last night, and same for him. I KNOW this is the right thing to do. I KNOW I need to do better for myself. But the addiction is real and it's awful. It's hard to stay focused on what matters when there's this little voice in my head, telling me it'd be fine if we just had another joint to be able to sleep properly. We cleared out any paraphernalia from our apartment, any leftover weed too. But I don't have much experience in quitting substances. I quit nicotine once, but that was too easy to use for reference. So I've been browsing and reading other people's timelines. It helps. It also helps binge watching medical shows, as they cement my motivation of doing it for my health. I'd like help, even just some encouragement, but it's hard to open up, and I'm scared to talk to anyone else about it, so here I am.

Howdy, I'm trying to figure things out, and I'd love to get some feedback from the MbtiTypeMe community! While I don't know that anyone will read this full thing, I decided to fill it out in its entirely in hopes it would flesh out a fuller impression.
• How old are you? What's your gender? Give us a general description of yourself.
I am 29 years old, and female. Currently, I'm going to school full time, working towards my associate's degree (although, my end goal is to get a master's degree in the realm of marketing research). Before I was in school I was working full time doing administrative work, but it was incredibly unsatisfying. It was more of ends justify the means type of ordeal, but it wore me down and was ultimately unfulfilling taking a toll on my physical and mental health. The work was often prep-work and getting things for other staff to wrap up, with minimal feedback, and shitty work gossip (In my time there, I never clicked with my team socially, but we were friendly enough).
Outside of the work/school world, I'm happily married. Before meeting my husband, it wasn't uncommon to go on dates with men who would laugh and comment that I was weird when I'd make jokes (I have a pretty absurd sense of humor). My husband never called me weird, if anything he met me at my level and egged me on. He's incredibly straightforward, no bullshit, and has an equally absurd sense of humor and I love him for that.
Socially, I have a handful of very close friends and from there I would say my network webs out to a wide scope of acquaintances. I have limited time and energy, so I'm very selective with who I spend my energy and time on. In my early 20s, I had a very wide social network, but I discovered as much as I wanted the friendships it wasn't entirely mutual. I spend a great deal of my early/mid-20s friendless, but I never felt lonely. I still found the means to get out on my own and explore life on my terms.
With the friends I do have, a number of them have commented I can be pretty intimidating, or intense on first impressions. Additionally, it's not uncommon for others to ask for advice or assume I have some authority (for instance, in my last quarter of school separate colleagues asked if I'm a business owner or an instructor on separate occasions). On this note, I would say I have a more masculine energy.
• Is there a medical diagnosis that may impact your mental stability somehow?
I have been tested and diagnosed with mild ADHD.
• Describe your upbringing. Did it have any kind of religious or structured influence? How did you respond to it?
I was raised in a strict religious household. My parents were authoritarian and would use the bible to backtrack and bend their rules, so there was a lot of confusion and insecurity about what to believe. I stopped believing in my early teens, but it amplified my parent's goals of indoctrination. I was forced to attend church weekly and during weekdays I would watch sermons about going to hell until I was finally able to move away from home.
One of my parents has BPD, so I think it made having structure a much more difficult endeavor. There was a lot of chaos and disorder outside of the religious aspect. It wasn't uncommon for me to reason with my parent when they would get into rage fits, especially in public. It never occurred to me, but I had to grow up quickly. A lot of my enrichment from a young age was relatively limited, and the things I did love often came with a lot of disapproval.
Despite the disapproval and shame, I would often argue my case and try to reason with my parents. I wanted to explore the contents of the world, and if I didn't get their approval I would find a way to explore whatever I wanted anyway. For the most part, it was entirely innocent books and media, so it was easy to justify. Being enterprising from a young age, I got a job as soon as I could to access things I wanted without having to run it through my parents.
I acknowledge I faced trauma in my childhood, and as an adult, I am getting therapy to work through it. At the very least I can leave the experience with the knowledge that I'm resilient despite the odds.
• What do you do as a job or as a career (if you have one)? Do you like it? Why or why not?
Currently a full-time student, I do have specific goals for my future, however, I think I would like to limit certain personal information for the sake of my privacy. I will say this much, I love going to school. Never in my life have I thrived as much as I am now. It's incredibly satisfying to work towards a goal and enjoy the process along the way. My biggest highlight is the opportunity to fail and try again. This is a concept I never had the luxury to truly experience until now. Lastly, being back in school also brought my ADHD diagnosis to light, which has given me a new lease on better understanding and navigating some of the mental roadblocks I deal with.
• If you had to spend an entire weekend by yourself, how would you feel? Would you feel lonely or refreshed?
If my schedule is jampacked, and I've had minimal time to myself, or minimal time to recharge then yes I will be an absolute spud on the sofa by myself for an entire weekend. Although, as much as I love time to myself, I'm always ready to reconnect with people. If I get sick and I'm cooped up for a week I get severe cabin fever. Ironically, it's not always the desire to socialize as much as it is to be out of the house and around people.
• What kinds of activities do you prefer? Do you like, and are you good at sports? Do you enjoy any other outdoor or indoor activities?
I've always enjoyed sports, can't say I'm a pro by any means. I like yoga, and working out at the gym (I'm planning to take a Pilates class over the summer, I might add something else. I want to stay active). I'm not as active these days with my schedule, but it can be a real release for me to get into the moment and put my body to work. As for competitive sports, I've also gotten involved in paintball recently. The entire experience is a major adrenaline rush, and 100% worth every welt, bruise, and cut.
• How curious are you? Do you have more ideas then you can execute? What are your curiosities about? What are your ideas about - is it environmental or conceptual, and can you please elaborate?
I was the kid that got in trouble for A) Stating the obvious (elephant in the room). B) asking too many questions/the wrong questions (they weren't wrong, but maybe intrusive). I would say I can get pretty curious about things, especially when they are more abstract. It's like this "make it make sense" or "how can that work?" kind of mindset.
I wouldn't say I have more ideas than I can execute, generally, if I have ideas I like to add them to the list (for instance, I keep mental lists of major projects I want to tackle and make physical lists regarding the means to finish those projects). I try to make my projects manageable, so once I get an idea I try to figure out how I can make it happen.
I'm curious about whatever projects I'm working on, or classes I'm focused on. I get pretty hyper-focused on whatever I'm working on. In school, for instance, I find my curiosities peak at new concepts or ideas that don't quite make sense to me right off the bat. I like getting into a dialogue to clarify how things work. Also, I think part of my curiosity is breaking down the objective from the subjective. Recently, I questioned how an instructor's definition of learning, which included a statement that drugs (amongst other things) weren't a part of learning. This led to an interesting back-and-forth about the use of psilocybin or ketamine in therapy as means of working through traumas. My argument is that drugs could be a means of learning, in that instance.
I think my arguments could be pretty conceptual, but I don't think they're particularly limited.
• Would you enjoy taking on a leadership position? Do you think you would be good at it? What would your leadership style be?
Personally, I would prefer leadership roles that allow me to help others in the group use their strengths in making things happen. I think I would be alright in a leadership role, in group settings I'm particularly comfortable communicating, and discussing logistics, as well as developing plans to move into the next steps of a process. When it comes to leadership style, I think I would most likely be authoritative, but collaborative. While I highly value the input and ideas everyone brings to the table working on projects, I'm confident in pointing out the best plan of action when weighing the pros and cons in decision-making. I'm comfortable with discourse and conflict, having opposing views can be an opportunity to critically think about solutions or projects, in general.
• Are you coordinated? Why do you feel as if you are or are not? Do you enjoy working with your hands in some form? Describe your activity?
In regard to my coordination, I have decent reflexes, but I can be a bit clumsy as well. When I'm really invested in something at my desk I'll forget I have a cup or glass and bump into it, sometimes knocking it over. From time to time I will bump my foot or trip on something if I'm deep in thought while I'm trying to get from point A to point B. As for working with my hands, I wouldn't say I'm particularly intricate, but I paint and sketch in my spare time. I'm not sure if you mean hands-on activities or activity levels, but I try to find excuses to get out and get active when I can.
• Are you artistic? If yes, describe your art? If you are not particular artistic but can appreciate art please likewise describe what forums of art you enjoy. Please explain your answer.
I am artistic, but I wouldn't call myself an artist. It's something I enjoy tinkering with through painting and sketching studies in my spare time, as I mentioned in the last question. I had few means of creative outlets as a kid, so I spend a lot of time drawing, or developing character designs for fun. I tend to appreciate painted works in my adulthood, particularly works from the Baroque and Renaissance eras. I'm planning to visit some art museums over the Summer to get a close-up look at some pieces I've admired over the years.
• What's your opinion about the past, present, and future? How do you deal with them?
My relationship with time is interesting. Working through some of my traumas, little scenes from my childhood and teen years have come to the surface. I certainly take the time to reflect on them as they come up, but I don't necessarily make a note to remember them (although, they may come back again for no reason). In regards to the present, I can immerse myself here when needed, and find myself getting into the moment as I'm working on things. In classes, I often lose track of time if the topics are interesting, and in social settings, I would say time flies. However, having generalized anxiety, my thoughts can pull me out of the present. I have a habit of thinking about my agenda for whatever's next or working out how I can keep my ducks in a row for school. Finally, regarding the future, I tend to think about major life goals and things I want to achieve, but I also have a tendency to assume it will be simple to attain those things. Growing into myself, I've learned how important it is to develop realistic goals and plans to make those things happen.
• How do you act when others request your help to do something (anything)? If you would decide to help them, why would you do so?
The answer to another person's request would be entirely dependent on the nature of the request. Deciding to help them is based on why they need help, and what I can offer.
For example, if someone is asking me to help them in doing something underhanded or harmful to another person I'm going to say no. On the other hand, if a colleague needs help with a project or outreach when they're dealing with time constraints, I'll gladly help them with whatever it is, or connect them with someone who can if my own time is limited.
• Do you need logical consistency in your life?
Yes, and no. I generally like having an idea of my schedule, as well as good habits in personal upkeep to make sure I'm on task. However, I don't think I would enjoy being particularly rigid with my lifestyle outside of that structure. Having ADHD I think I need the wiggle room to change between tasks, as sticking to one thing at a time can make it hard for me to get things done which is really bad for me. It's really a tug and pull for me sometimes because in order to get things done I usually need to multitask.
• How important is efficiency and productivity to you?
I would say it's pretty important. I am my own worst critic, so there's often this thought that I could have done more when I've done enough in my day. I want things to be done, and done right. For instance, thinking about my laundry, I have a specific way I wash and fold and storing my clothes so they take up minimal space but I'm also not wasting time folding for hours (look up the Kon-Mari method if you're actually reading this, it's awesome). I'm always interested in learning how to do things better, for the sake of making my life a bit easier.
• Do you control others, even if indirectly? How and why do you do that?
I don't think I control others, but I can be bossy and authoritative. Although, in that light, I am very clear to reason with others why I need them to do something or behave a certain way. I think about a situation where I was being approached by a very aggressive-looking man while I was trying to get to my car after school one day. Sensing danger I checked my surroundings and spotted a male bicyclist approaching in another direction, I waved him down and started a conversation with him telling him to stay for a moment without adding context. The biker stopped confused, and I just continued creating conversation as if everything were normal, once the aggressive man had passed us I explained exactly what was happening to the cyclist, thanked him for sticking around, and moved on.
• What are your hobbies? Why do you like them?
I like painting, tarot, yoga, hiking, paintball, and collecting figures amongst other things. I like painting because it's a creative outlet, but it's also an interesting challenge for learning. Tarot is used as a journaling prompt, more often than not, but I check in once a month and give myself a reading to write about. It's a good tool for introspection. Hiking and paintball are nice ways to get outdoors and touch the grass, but also see some cool sights or get an adrenaline rush from shooting things or being shot at. Lastly, I'm a huge nerd, but I'm super selective about the figures I buy (For instance, I'm not going to buy a figure based on the brand or license, I'm more concerned about the construction or aesthetics of the product).
• What is your learning style? What kind of learning environments do you struggle with most? Why do you like/struggle with these learning styles? Do you prefer classes involving memorization, logic, creativity, or your physical senses?
Again, a note on my ADHD I have to multitask. However, sounds and settings can be extremely distracting for me. I have to be in the right setting and I often times put on music that involves some kind of soundwave frequency to help me focus on my projects. When it comes to learning I have often thrived on repetition, quizzes, and thought questions so I can throw whatever knowledge I have now for review.
Regarding learning environments, I love classes that involve discussions around the concepts or topics being covered to clarify and understand the content. I like spaces where I can question the logic, or develop an idea better. While I use repetition in studies, I really don't enjoy classes strictly involving memorization, they leave little for the mind to chew on, and I often find I forget information from classes if it lacks some kind of context.
• How good are you at strategizing? Do you easily break up projects into manageable tasks? Or do you have a tendency to wing projects and improvise as you go?
Ironically, I'm writing this after wrapping up part of a project for one of my classes. Generally, when I have a project I'm pretty quick to decide what I want to do, so I can begin my research and prep work. For instance, for my current writing project, I had a few weeks to select my topic, but knew from the early stages what I planned to write about, and began creating an outline and gathering evidence. I typically work with print copies of peer-reviewed journals, so I can highlight and write freely as I come across relevant data - once I'm done with a journal I add a few key notes about the content and how I plan to use it. Admittedly, I have a tendency to procrastinate in actually starting certain processes of the work, but I get really zoned in once I get things started spending hours on the task at hand until it's completed.
• What are your aspirations in life, professionally and personally?
Professionally, I'm looking into a niche field involving science and psychology focusing on work-life quality. I've always enjoyed working in professional settings, but take issue with the culture as well as bureaucracy in policy-making that is detrimental to work-life balance, livable wages, and a humanized work culture. I've always been very passionate about professionalism, and recently, I've been considering exploration of the workforce law as well. My end goal is to implement change on a larger scale, setting higher standards for workers' rights.
Personally, my aspirations involve attaining an M.A. and if it's within my means a Ph.D. Of course, I would also like to eventually buy a house, and as I've often joked with my husband a job in which I can make enough money that he can quit his job and pursue his own hobbies and interests. He's supported me along my journey for enlightenment, and in turn, I'd like to support him in his endeavors as well. I would also like to travel much more, I have a list of destinations I would like to visit in my lifetime.
• What are your fears? What makes you uncomfortable? What do you hate? Why?
Oh god. I think what I fear most is letting people down. One of the primary sources of my anxiety is disappointing a loved one or someone who holds me accountable. I also fear getting into a car accident or drowning, but those seem relatively general. I'm deeply uncomfortable with the idea of Christianity, growing up in a religious household there was a lot of conditional love, and I was not seen for my authentic self. I am deeply bothered by being told I will "one day be saved," by my loved ones, as I have lived through the authoritarianism and conditional love they learned through "being saved".
I'm also uncomfortable with people who are over-the-top friendly, I'm not one to write people off immediately, but it's safe to say I'm going to proceed with caution. I recently met someone through an acquaintance that was heavy on compliments, and something about them seemed particularly artificial, and hard to be around.
Lastly, I would like to think I don't hate a lot of things, but I often jokingly say I am a machine that runs on spite. However, a few things do come to mind: firstly, when I'm the only one pulling their weight in a group, secondly being made a fool, and thirdly but most importantly being stabbed in the back by a loved one. Have your heart broken enough times, and soon you will realize the value and scarcity of a true friend.
• What do the "highs" in your life look like?
Highs in my life involve failing. This probably sounds weird, but in the last few years, I've been trying this new thing where I fuck things up with the intention of learning and improvement. For me it's failing and getting the feedback and criticism I need to not only get back on my feet but start running until I trip again...and then we repeat. Quite frankly, some of the largest growth in my life has happened in this time. I feel much more confident, and even when I face new stress and frustrations I can acknowledge I am taking on new challenges and forging invaluable growth that can get me where I need to go in life.
• What do the "lows" in your life look like?
The lows these days are when I'm burning the candle at both ends and have a mountain of tasks ahead of me. I do take small breaks to care for myself, but I still crash and burn sometimes. Occasionally my mind goes to darker places, when I'm burning and I have to work through the negative self-talk I put myself through.
I've been through some pretty severe depression in the past. I think an example of my lowest point was quitting my job during the pandemic, with no plans for the next steps. I ended up couch bound for a few months processing my life, realizing the means I was involved in were not only unsatisfying but didn't justify the ends. It was devastating, but I eventually got the help I needed and felt a new lease on life when I realized I had the opportunity to do something that fit my needs.
• How attached are you to reality? Do you daydream often, or do you pay attention to what's around you? If you do daydream, are you aware of your surroundings while you do so?
It's sometimes hard to describe this for me. I can get really involved at the moment, and immerse myself in the world I live in, but there's also this greater internal part of me in which I daydream or live in my head. Even as I write this, considering where I'm at I am immersed in imagery that describes what I'm thinking. It's easier for me to sift into my head, but then when I'm pulled out of a thought it's almost like a snap back into reality. Other times, for instance, in brainstorming I'm often times comparing ideas and getting a picture of whatever would be implemented. It's easy for me to picture each experience and recognize which one holds the most value based on the way I sift through each thought. Honestly, it's really hard to describe the way my thoughts are organized, it's almost unconscious how I reach the point of knowing what is best. At the very least, I can usually tell you exactly why whatever option(s) is the best.
• Imagine you are alone in a blank, empty room. There is nothing for you to do and no one to talk to. What do you think about?
I'd probably first feel a bit anxious if I have something on my agenda I need to attend to. Assuming there was no concept of time in this room, I'd probably daydream freely, about whatever world I would like to immerse myself in and run whatever scenarios over and over until I figure out how they play out best. I don't have a lot of time these days to daydream like that, but I love playing with my imagination in a more creative sense when I have the free time to do so.
• How long do you take to make an important decision? And do you change your mind once you've made it?
It's generally a pretty quick process, but sometimes I do take more time if it's particularly impactful. Ill use the example of buying my last car. I knew exactly which make and model I wanted, and had no interest in considering alternatives (I also didn't care how long it took to find the car, I wasn't compromising). I got into a pretty heated discussion with a local car salesman trying to sell me a different make/model vehicle insisting they were basically the same thing. I know they are, but I knew what I wanted and found the exact thing a few weeks later. I don't really recall the details of our conversation, but I remember thinking it was entertaining a salesman thought arguing with a customer would sell them on something.
• How long do you take to process your emotions? How important are emotions in your life?
I have a difficult time feeling my feelings, in the sense that feeling sad or vulnerable feels wrong. In my late twenties, I'm starting to learn how important those feelings are in working through stress and pain. I can be pretty intense about how I feel, but I have a really hard time externalizing it in a healthy way. This is one of the more tricky facets of my life, but I often worry that internalizing certain emotions will only backfire on me in the long run.
• Do you ever catch yourself agreeing with others just to appease them and keep the conversation going? How often? Why?
I typically won't go out of my way to appease someone if I don't agree with them. I've been in situations where someone is airing an opinion or information that is absolutely wrong. For me, I see it as an opportunity to enter into polite discourse and ask for more context to a person's belief or view. I just had a situation like this come up over the weekend and the discourse led to a really interesting discussion, which created some new nuance and context for a number of people in the group. I love that kind of discussion that makes you put your thinking cap on.
• Do you break rules often? Do you think authority should be challenged, or that they know better? If you do break rules, why?
Often? I can't think of a time when I bent rules recently, usually, I don't break a rule unless the logic behind it isn't sound. I can be a bit of a shithead when it comes to questioning workplace policies. I worked in an office with shifting clientele and due to certain legal requirements, there would be shifting workplace policy implementations on a regular basis. There was a lot of room for error in the policies written, the department head loved my insights for the sake of covering their ass, but the staff who wrote policies had it out for me. I never saw it as anything personal, but if something doesn't make sense I'm going to say something, even if I run the risk of getting reprimanded.
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If you actually made it this far, you get a banana sticker (and my thanks! That was a lot, so props to you for sticking it our!).

I watched this once in the 90s, late at night, but the actual film was from 80s maybe. I remember a scene where the girl goes down to the lab, and there's this brain in a tank of fluid. It's connected to a monitor, has cameras for eyes, and speakers so it can talk. It's really weird but the brain has a nice voice, and was a stranger to the brother. (Some Dr. Frankenstein energy). I think the brother catches her down there at one point and yells at her. I can't remember much more than that, but I remember it being pretty campy.
I may be wrong, but it could also be a show, with short stories. Or a movie with a bunch of short stories? I've googled it, searched with varying terms, but still can't find it. Thanks in advance!

I'm fascinated by character action games, and one of the patterns I've noticed with certain titles (Wonderful 101, Wanted Dead) is that a site like IGN or Gamespot will review it negatively upon release, hardcore action fans will get their hands on it, they'll pick up on mechanics the mainstream reviewers neglected to mention, and the game may become some kind of cult classic. I recently watched a review of Wanted Dead where someone responded to IGN by saying that the combat was much smoother than it was given credit for, due to a "guard-cancelling" mechanic that the IGN review neglected to mention.
This started a debate in the comment section, where people seemed to fall into one of two camps:
"It's the responsibility of the reviewer to tell us that this mechanic exists."
"It's the game's responsibility to explain its mechanics. It's not the reviewer's fault that they didn't know the mechanic existed."
This got me wondering where exactly we draw the line when it comes hidden or perhaps just poorly explained mechanics. If I'm a reviewer, is my job to simply play through a game with ONLY the tools that the game explicitly shows me how to use? If that were the case, then how would Bayonetta fare as a game where the brilliant "dodge offset" mechanic is barely explained at all? Do I knock its score down a few points because it isn't explained? Or trust the audience to pick up on this mechanic just like I did?
I guess I fall into the former of the camps I mentioned, and I want to see a reviewer identifying mechanics that the game maybe doesn't explain, or perhaps even stuff that the developers didn't have the time to tutorialize. I know it's not always realistic, but the alternative is a game getting absolutely bashed by a critic because they couldn't pick up on the one mechanic that brought the whole thing together.
Just wondering where other people stand on this?

Tl;dr when I wake up and find my partner watching porn in the middle of the night it’s triggering for me and I don’t know what’s wrong with me/how to fix it.
So I’ve been really struggling with my partners porn use. I’ve been cheated on a lot in the past by other people and there was a moment where I caught him snapping a former fwb in ways that were grossly inappropriate after we made our relationship official. Like 6 months after the fact. We talked about it, I still don’t personally feel satisfied with the “why”, but decided to just put it behind me. I have a lot of body image issues/insecurities that I’ve been trying to work on, I trust that he isn’t snapping that person any more, but whenever I walk in on him watching porn it just brings all those negative feelings back and really makes me upset.
I know it’s normal/healthy to a degree and he says it has nothing to do with me/shouldn’t make me feel this way. I don’t want it to make me feel terrible but every time it feels like those old wound of being cheated on/lied to/not good enough get kicked and partially reopened. I’ve tried explaining to him that it’s less about the porn and more about how it makes me feel/what it brings up, but he just responds with that it shouldn’t make me feel like that and he’s a grown up.
I don’t know how better to explain my feelings or how I can work on these issues within myself. And it sucks. I just don’t want something so stupid and normal to make me feel so crappy about myself. Anyone been through similar and worked on this within themselves? How do I fix this?

I am 4 weeks PP and I am feeling more sad and defeated each day. I love my baby so much, her little silly facial expressions make me laugh and watching her change almost daily is mesmerising. However, I hate my life now. I hate that my sole purpose at the moment is to feed her. Our breastfeeding journey has been challenging, we've been seeing a lactation consultant weekly. It's all very time consuming. Rationally, I want what's best for her. Giving up and switching to formula would make me feel extremely guilty. But man, does it sound nice.
I also hate my body now. I can't at all relate to 'my body made life, I'm so proud' thing. I am so dissociated from it. Yesterday I wiggled my toes while looking at them and thought they felt like someone else's toes. I've always been very insecure about my body and just when I started feeling okay about it for the first time in my life, I fell pregnant. Now my thoughts about it are more negative than ever. I hate every stretch mark and the look of my belly. I hate the extra weight. I hate my giant breasts and how they make me slouch. I hate that I have to wait 6 weeks to start exercising properly and ease into it. And I hate that I probably won't even have time to go to the gym as much as I would like to because of the baby. I feel disgusting.
Life is lonely. I moved to my husband's country to have the baby and I don't have any family or friends here. Pregnancy has made me very introverted and anxious and I am dreading the thought of meeting other moms. I want to say all of this to my husband because he is my best friend but the words just aren't coming. I am ashamed of feeling like this. I guess I just don't want to admit that I am not coping well.
Hoping that maybe saying this to internet strangers will make me feel a little bit better. Thank you for reading.

Tl;dr when I wake up and find my partner watching porn in the middle of the night it’s triggering for me and I don’t know what’s wrong with me/how to fix it.
So I’ve been really struggling with my partners porn use. I’ve been cheated on a lot in the past by other people and there was a moment where I caught him snapping a former fwb in ways that were grossly inappropriate after we made our relationship official. Like 6 months after the fact. We talked about it, I still don’t personally feel satisfied with the “why”, but decided to just put it behind me. I have a lot of body image issues/insecurities that I’ve been trying to work on, I trust that he isn’t snapping that person any more, but whenever I walk in on him watching porn it just brings all those negative feelings back and really makes me upset.
I know it’s normal/healthy to a degree and he says it has nothing to do with me/shouldn’t make me feel this way. I don’t want it to make me feel terrible but every time it feels like those old wounds of being cheated on/lied to/not good enough get kicked and partially reopened. I’ve tried explaining to him that it’s less about the porn and more about how it makes me feel/what it brings up, but he just responds with that it shouldn’t make me feel like that and he’s a grown up.
I don’t know how better to explain my feelings or how I can work on these issues within myself. And it sucks. I just don’t want something so stupid and normal to make me feel so crappy about myself.
Anyone been through similar and worked on this within themselves? How do I fix this?