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I get that FICO scores are pretty much a black box. But it sounds like the age of your credit accounts has an effect. So I'm wondering: once your average age of credit accounts is above some level, does it stop mattering as much?\*
And I have some related questions:

1. Same question for age of oldest account.
2. Are there other "inflection points" or other rules of thumb for how important age is at different age levels? I'm assuming that every month counts when you're below 1 year, then it stops mattering as much, etc. Or alternatively, maybe there are certain "thresholds" that are a big deal once you cross them.
3. Am I correct that closed accounts stop mattering after 10 years?** For example, I get a loan from Affirm that I just paid off. In 10 years, will it stop affecting my credit age?***

Caveats:
*I guess there may be other cases where age doesn't matter as much too.**I assume they start to matter less before 10 years too.***Obviously they could change the algorithm in that time, lol.

I've commented this a few times, so figured I'd just do a post I could link.
Sometimes you're dealing with someone and they're being completely and utterly unreasonable. If it's a stranger, you can probably walk away. If it's a co-worker, "polite and civil" may work. If you're really unlucky, it's a relative or in-law.
So, you're stuck with someone you must deal with, who you don't want to, likely offering you advice that you neither want nor need and that might even be dangerous (like letting kids run loose in a stationwagon bed at 110kph? My kids survived fine!). Now you have to evaluate the advice and decide how to refute it, or if you should accept it.
Ask yourself, would you trust that person with a dead cat? If the answer is no, then why would you consider taking advice from them? Say "that's nice" and move away, change the topic, etc.
Now, if you REALLY want to make an impression, you can stare at them (that deadpan "what 3 kinds of stupid are you?" stare) and then ask "now... if I wouldn't trust you with a dead cat, why would I trust your advice?" You can add additional spice to the statement as you see fit, like "I'm not sure which 3 kinds of stupid that is?", "are you really that dim?" and others that might tickle your fancy.
Even if you really can't say it, either because it will just create too much trouble* or because you just aren't that kind of person**, you can fantasize about doing so, and that little smile when you say "that's nice" and move on will confuse them.
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*At this point, are you sure that embarrassing them to get them to leave you alone and be afraid to ask you dumb shit isn't a better option?
**Free yourself! You know you wanna! ;)

My parents and grandparents all cheated in their marriages, except for my paternal grandma. My ex husband cheated. My boyfriend has been cheated on and it sounds like some of his family have had affairs as well. I guess this explains why it feels like an uphill battle trying to learn how to trust that my boyfriend isn’t or won’t.
He’s given me no reason to think he is or will - in fact, I can make a list (and I have) of reasons to believe he is faithful. He moved out of state a few months ago for work. He rented a truck and is flying back at the end of the month to bring my son and me to live with him (he’s paying for the whole move, boarding his dog, and taking a week off of work). He talks about our future. I’m finishing my Bachelors degree and he’s fine with me not working until I’m done. He calls me every day and we talk for hours. We smile like idiots when we look at each other - it’s disgusting. He does so much for us to be able to be together.
Still, I am hypervigilant about any cues that he might be cheating or hiding something. I’ll take the smallest thing (like him getting notifications as we are saying goodnight) and spin off a whole scenario in my head that I can’t stop thinking about. I know the thoughts aren’t based on facts at all. I try to balance them with positive hypotheticals but I don’t feel like it’s helping.
Even though I am mostly able to keep the irrational stuff to myself, it keeps me from deeply appreciating everything because I feel like there has to be a catch. It can’t be real. It also keeps me from showing up how I want to in the relationship. I want to be present and supportive. It’s impossible to do that when I go in circles in my head like this about imagined scenarios.
I really want to fix this but I don’t know how. My therapist just left the practice but I felt like it was helpful when we talked through this and she validated my rational thoughts. It felt better but I don’t know if it was fixing the issue. What else can I do?

Im jealous that she can live so normal life and i dont seem to bother her at all.
And what ever she does makes me jealous, like i feel so bad when i compare my own life to hers.
She isn't the most beatiful person, but man her life is.. what i want to be..
She is so calm and sweet, and shes always there for me.
I never understood how someone can do so much in a day, when i just sit alone and feel like trash.
I have been on self-improvement for a year now and i still have a long way to go.
I know her life isn't perfect, but still. It makes me feel bad of my self when she talks about her days.
We met trough a platform that was meant for making friends, but i fell for her when we first met in person.
Im not sure if she likes me at all, but there has been many good signs towards that. Still not sure thought.
I have been planning on how i want to tell her that i like her more than just as friends, but my pathetic self always not doing it.
Should i tell her at all?
Im pretty sure, that feelings are mutual and shes just bad at communicating. So i want to make it clearn to her that i like her.
We meet once a week, just to hang out. I never asked her on a date but she always agrees to my plans and suggestions :)

I have been separated for 12 months, divorced for 6. Two boys, now aged 8 and 9.
We started our divorce with a 50/50 parenting time agreement. It was not workable for me because I work nights as an RN bedside in a hospital and so could not have the kids on workdays. I was constantly having to switch between 12 hours work nights and long days of solo parenting.
Since then, I have been slowly cutting back on my parenting time. She has lots of family support, having bought a house together with her also recently divorced mom (who happens to be an elementary school teacher that works where the boys go to school) during this time.
My ex works part time and has a very flexible schedule with WFH options most days so adding on additional parenting time has not been that big of an issue for her, especially with her mom being able to bring the kids to and from school with her.
She tells me all the time how upset the kids are sad to be missing out on their time with me. It makes me very sad as well. For a while I was a stay-at-home dad and so my bond with my kids was very deep. I was also a teacher and left during the pandemic to go back to school for nursing. I actually decided to switch to nursing to allow a better work life balance as teaching tends to bleed into nights and weekends.
Unfortunately, the shock of the divorce kind of ruined me emotionally. I have found that not having the kids around has actually been amazing. While there is some sadness, it has allowed for so much time to heal and actually figure out and work on what I want for my life after all of this.
Lately I have been considering whether I should just give up custody altogether. I will continue to see them on birthdays and one offs for fun outings, but I kind of feel like I fell out of love with all of them as a way of surviving my divorce. They used to be my whole world, but since the divorce I have found it really hard to make room for them.
What would you do?

Hey guys and gals, I wanted a chance to both brag about some recent successes and put together a short list of tips of little things I started doing that had a big impact on my game as a beginner.
First off, I'm about 2 years into my hockey journey and I am not an athletically inclined person - progress has been slow and painful for me. Recently it feels like I've levelled up. Last night I managed to knock the puck off the defenders stick in the neutral zone, push forward on a breakaway, and sniped the puck bar down. I'm still fucking buzzing! My team went absolutely nuts, calling it the goal of the season. Later in the game, one of my teammates commented that I'm looking a lot faster out there - and I am! I'm now getting back on the backcheck to break up odd man rushes. I'm making better decisions with the puck. And holy shit does it ever feel good to not feel like an anchor out there.
Here are a few small things I changed about my game recently that you can start doing right away and will hopefully impact your game like it did mine:

1. Pause before you act with the puck. Its a big beginner mistake to panic, tense up, and throw the puck away the second you get the puck. Next time you get the puck - just take a few beats to look around you and make an intentional decision. I always felt certain that an opponent was only moments away from taking the puck from me. This is almost never true. You have about 3 - 4x more time than you think. When you get the puck - stop, look up, and make a play. You will surprise yourself.
2. Keep your feet moving. Whether you are carrying the puck or pressuring the puck carrier, do not default to gliding. Keep your feet active to either open up that space when you have the puck or close it when you don't.
3. Keep two hands on your stick (as much as possible). I noticed an immediate improvement in my ability to disrupt plays once I stopped trying to one hand everything. With two hands you'll be able to knock pucks off of sticks, intercept passes, and tip shots.
4. Bend your knees and lengthen your stride. I started focusing on this in my last couple games and it made an immediate difference. You really need to get down and push out as far as your range of motion allows - really over exaggerate it. Your toes should be the last thing to leave the ice when you're bringing your foot back from the push. Doing this has helped me to get back on the backcheck and my teammates love it.
5. Force the other team to take the puck from you. This is related to tip one (don't just throw the puck away) but is specific to carrying the puck. I know when I carried the puck most of my first 2 years of playing, I would get rid of it at the slightest hint of pressure (usually resulting in a giveaway). Next time you have the puck keep it until a play opens up or your opponent actually takes it from you.
6. Don't back off the puck carrier. Don't let your opponent just waltz through the neutral zone and look for a play - keep your feet moving and force them to beat you. You will get beat sometimes, but you'll also force a lot of mistakes (and create opportunities for yourself and teammates). If you make life hard in the neutral zone, you will play a lot less time in your own end.
7. Don't beat yourself up over making mistakes. You're not going to be good every shift. You're going to have giveaways that lead to goals. You're going to fall at the wrong moment and give the other team an odd man rush. You're going to make bad passes. You're going to miss open nets. Next time you're on the bench, watch your teammates and see how many mistakes they make. When you make a mistake, all you have to do is think about what you could have done differently and move on. The more you ruminate, the less focused you'll be next shift.
8. Be a good teammate. This is what makes hockey fun for me. Hype your team up. Be loud on the bench. Celebrate little things. Don't let others beat themselves up about their own mistakes. This will make you a better hockey player - literally. If your enjoyment of the game is based purely on how well you're playing then you will be more tense, more afraid to make mistakes, and put a lot more pressure on yourself. This isn't the NHL. You're playing a beginner level div beer league game. Have fun with your team and you'll naturally loosen up.

Hockey is not an easy sport to pick up as an adult. There is a hard, long learning curve. If you're like me, it is frustrating watching others progress faster than you and its even more frustrating to feel like you're not contributing to your team. Be patient with yourself, focus on making progress over perfection, and you will get better.

Me and my brother share a small bathroom in our house. We've lived here for 3 years and the first year my mom kept it clean but after a while she said it's our responsibility which is very valid. Since then me and my brother decided on which task would go to who. I do pretty much everything; I vaccuum & clean the shower, the floor, the sink, and the mirror. My brother cleans the toilet. I don't mind cleaning so this distribution is fine for me.
We wanted to clean weekly at first but we both have very irregular school/work schedules so we don't have a standard cleaning day, which is fine for me. However over the past few months my brother just refuses to clean anything. When I comment on it he either gets defensive and refuses to do it or doesn't clean it well enough so I have to do it anyway. Now it has come to a point where whenever I decide to clean everything (including his bit), he immediately makes it dirty. I clean the sink and he leaves all his tiny beard-hairs on it, I clean the shower and he leaves soap on the glass door, I clean the floor and he throws old towels and other things on it. I'll spare the details about the toilet for everyone's sanity, but I think you can imagine something with a boy fresh out of puberty.
I tried everything - being nice, being angry, taking photos, texting, calling, stopping him before he gets to his room, he just doesn't care. My parents won't do anything either, since they don't use this bathroom and I quote: "you're the only one who's affected by it so it doesn't bother us". They think he's too old to be given a punishment. I suggested telling him he can't use the bathroom anymore, but they said he will do it anyway and they're probably right. They won't let me use their bathroom either because I "don't clean enough".
I don't know what to do anymore. It's so upsetting because when my friends come over I feel ashamed for how gross it is, and I myself also hate using this bathroom. I find it so weird as well because he's way too old to be acting like this... right???
How can I make him clean up after himself? Any suggestions are welcome (even ones like locking the door from the outside if that's possible - I'm genuinely considering it).
TLDR; brother makes our bathroom disgusting and barely usable and refuses to clean it. How can I make him do his part?

A couple of months ago after I lost my friend to an overdose, I told myself I would stop smoking weed, or at least significantly cut it down. But the truth is that although I greatly reduced my usage for a couple of weeks, I started to use more and more to cope with the overwhelming amount of grief. And all that shitty coping has just led to more grief, more shame, more anxiety, and just an overall sense of unhappiness.
I have bad ADHD, so obviously this made it a lot worse, and I never got anything done while violently high. If anything, I was getting violently high so I could avoid work, and now here I am months later feeling so embarrassed by my lack of progress and productivity.
I mainly go to carts and vaping, and occasionally joints if all I have is bud left. I just burnt through my carts completely, and I'm trying to stay away from the joints. usually, I would smoke multiple times a day all into the night and try to get high enough so I could just pass out and sleep. It's become an especially bad habit at night because that's when existential thoughts and crises kick in so I try to distract myself (although I wind up getting no sleep).
Without weed, I feel unmotivated, tired, depressed, irritated, and have no appetite. Obviously, I know these are withdrawal symptoms, and if anything, a good sign to take a break. I just have no idea how I'm going to cope with all these cravings, insomnia, and inevitable stomach issues.
I'm just really sad, because I feel like I've wasted so much of my life being high. And for what? To only hold myself back and not accomplish things, and then it just leads into the shitty cycle of "i'm going to smoke because I feel like shit" and then I'll continue to feel like shit because my life hasn't changed. And then I sit there and compare myself to all my peers who actually spent their time working instead of smoking.
I could go on a whole rant beating myself up on my mistakes, but I also need to focus on the present now instead and focus on what to do to get through this and make some changes to my life that have been needing to happen. If you've read this far, thank you for doing so. This has been a hard conclusion to face as a 20 y/o college student, and I'm really thankful for a community like this.

A few weeks ago, I got the news that my ex had died unexpectedly.
This man was seriously abusive to be, and horrible to my daughter. We’ve been separated for 3 years. He was a heroin addict. During our relationship he physically abuse me, mentally abuse me, endangered our daughter many times to support his drug addiction.
I consistently support him and his recovery, and even after we separated, I was supportive of him, and his new girlfriend, and their recovery together.
I made a post about this right after his death, his union hall reached out to me, saying that we would receive the benefits from his pension and life insurance policy.
It’s complicated situation, because there was a lot of trouble with his family and his new girlfriend, they have been horrible!
Just vicious to me and my daughter. My daughter has special needs, I went into debt, despite working in healthcare through the pandemic , paying for her medical necessity MYSELF.
He has not seen her or paid any child support in about a year, and before that he was inconsistently in and out of her life. Even when he was out of prison, and out of rehab, he would cancel or reschedule visitations about 40% of the time.
Anyhow, after his services, the union hall reached out to me again to clarify. I guess he had named me as beneficiary, not my daughter.
His family, and his new fiancé, have been fighting it with the Hall. I guess they were legally trying to contest it, I wasn’t even aware, but as it stands, he named me as beneficiary and his pension and life insurance benefits will be going straight to me.
I was really feeling guilty about accepting the money when I thought it was for my daughter, mostly because I felt it was just bad juju to benefit so financially from the death of somebody who hurts so much, and who we were in such bad terms with.
Now that i know the benefits are going directly to me, it’s even more complicated.
I feel more guilt, it’s just a complicated situation I’m trying to process it. Its hard because most of the people in my life live me, and are really nasty about him and his family, all they can see is everything that he did to me, they feel like I deserve the money, and I shouldn’t feel guilty at all.
The new fiancé is out there telling everybody that I’m the bad guy. She hates me, despite the fact that I literally supported both of them, gave them a car when they didn’t have one to pick her up for visitations.
I allowed them to cancel visitations, never enforced the child support schedule when they were low on funds or late on payment. I literally took care of our special needs child alone, week after week, night after night, while she couldn’t sleep, and was in and out of the hospital with various infections, and he was spending 2 to 5 nights a week at the bar she worked at getting drunk and pouring money into her tip jar will not paying anything for his daughter.
Meanwhile they claim that I’m a terrible mother who use my daughter has upon and was still in love with my ass, I don’t know, it’s what they say.
So now I’m sad to game financially, I’m going to receive all this money, and while I understand, it’s a wonderful situation for us, I kind of hate that it’s at the expense of him, and her.
As horrible as they are, I always thought it was gross how much they seem to find pleasure in my suffering, and I don’t want to do the reverse.

i currently have A Ender 3 V2 and i really dislike how much effort it takes to print something as a person who isnt really all that good with this stuff (z offset, bed leveling solving why filament wont come out etc.) i was wondering if the anycubic photon mono 4k would be easier to operate and to print i ideally want to print minature models although i do understand theres is a factor of cleaning after prints.

Impact 8/10
Great show, I mean that. Better than TV.
The legacy of MDE is assured absolutely but if FT season 2 is to match or even top what we just saw, it needs comprehensive changes.
The viewing numbers and income poured in pretty good but the tail off and loss of the mega-numbers was noticeable. The viewing was at 15,000 to 18,000 at its peak in the first 2 weeks. But it dropped, dropped by way more than it should have.
Part of the reason for it being lower was the swatting, the slight compromises to integrity (allowing the fish the use of their phones, leaving the house briefly, the Jon-Meltdown 'RandR' camera blackout and personality dynamic.
Those are more lessons learned things, OPSEC (don't let the address / house picture out for shtbags to dox and swat you) and other things like that.
The TTS. 5/10
The SFX was for the most part cringe and repetitive. Funny in certain doses but a cool-down for certain ones may be best.
The worst was the masking of peoples voices and even production staff during critical junctures. The speakers ought to have been isolated from the mic. (which itself could have benefited from sound dampening insulation.
Can't tell you how much the chat was incensed and pissed off they couldn't hear what was going on. Sure, sometimes the TTS was ballin' and cool but often it was just a JJJJ copypasta by edgy school bros. So for this an insta mute-system remote operated by any presenter / speaker is essential. The way they were doing it of radioing or phoning to the base-station where it was closed but the queue ran out for the duration was utter madness.
I cannot tell you how happy I was when Jet tore the TTS speaker down in B2 and hurled it down the stairs. It was like seeing an avenging angel slay the devil or something.
The Streaming / Site Software 5/10
Some of this will be lessons already learned. For example there was a username to email scare in the first few days (following the disastrous streaming fee client choice and correction).
General failure of the cameras from time to time got worse as time went on and at the final day it was borderline unwatchable at times. And the camera-down feature for bonus points was so lacklustre I pity the poor saps who invested in that.
The archive footage was /is decent enough but collated in a quantity spread and format that (at least on my PC) makes skipping forwards through the footage impossible (unless I convert it on handbrake).
The Challenges 6/10
The were mostly hit and miss, with the exception being inspired. But the misses there were, almost like they'd run out of ideas or were going with something that seemed a good idea in the basement but fell to pieces out in the fishtank. While Zoomer culture was part of the charm with some of them, not having a Boomer-tier coin toss or method of deciding a winner (wheel of fortune anyone?) easily was a shocker.
For a gameshow of people locked-down in a house the fact Boardgames weren't even used (aside from very basic shit like twister) is surprising. Not even a DM DnD game with dice and paper! A close-up camera installed overhead the boardgame (if tabletop) would work for the closeups.
The Crew / Sharks 7/10
Better use of the sharks could have been made and the house didn't seem properly prepped.
The Fish 7/10
A difficult one this, the most erratic and perhaps polarizing people made for absolute comedy gold moments, yet they also had a severe roller-coaster effect such as Damiel, Jon and possibly Chris. Jon arguably helped make the early phase of the show with Damiel being this lurid festering counterpart who was radioactive and left the show after melting down at Letty-Gate.
The fact that a majority of them weren't even single (and probably wasn't checked) spoke volumes.
Aside from Letty (overtures to Jon and sort-of to Chris) and Sylvia (Frank) none of them were willing to make a romance angle because of relationship status. The Freeloaders were generally more single but Chris was too cringe and Lance was Damiel-interrupted and then WP2 spirited away by Sam.
The next set of contestants should be vetted a degree or two harder and certainly at least half of them should be single for a better romance angle.
Overall 8/10
This is more Jet Neptune's baby, with Jason Goldstriker / SH being more a figurehead and father-figure. They both did sterling work yet at critical points in the show the fabric of the tank was almost shaken from it's foundations (much like WP1). But it survived the test and here we are!

This post is mainly to vent, but if anyone has advice, I’m open to it.
I am in the first year of a PhD program, and I’m really struggling. I was diagnosed with ADHD-combined-type at 22 and started taking adderall at 23 (October last year).
For the past six years I’ve been working toward getting into a program like this and now I’m just exhausted. It’s a topic I love, but the workload and create-it-yourself schedule feel so burdensome. On top of it, my physical health has been poor this year.
Family and friends keep congratulating me on “finishing my first year,” and “doing what I love,” but I don’t know how to tell them that I’m exhausted- that I’ve taken an incomplete for both of my courses and have no motivation to keep working toward my goals. I feel stuck and constantly unhappy, and I feel like I’m masking so much that I’m lying to everyone.
It’s too late to request a year off, but finishing my outstanding work seems like an impossible task. I’ve worked with an ADHD coach and a therapist to try and create a more manageable timeline, but I end up dropping the ball for one reason or another each time I start to make headway.
I’ve worked with the accommodations office and my professors to receive some additional support, but it doesn’t seem to be enough..Which makes me feel guilty because they’re going out of their way to support me.
I struggle with task initiation, but I used to be motivated by urgency and my passion for the work. Now deadlines are just dates, and the only thing helping me to stay focused once I get started is external reinforcement (programs like Focusmate where I schedule body-doubling). Even that is starting to fail me as I find myself doing other important but not school-related tasks during my sessions. I have no internal drive and seemingly no self-control, and I’m so frustrated. This field is something I care about, and I can’t bring myself to do the work!
I haven’t failed yet, but I feel like a failure. I have people to support me, and each day I don’t get work done I feel like I’m letting them down. I feel like I’m letting myself down because I’ve worked so hard to get here and now I’m just tired. I’m burn out and exhausted and want to quit, but I know I’ll feel even worse if I do. I don’t quite know what I need at the moment, but I wanted to share the way I’ve been feeling. I have no motivation in graduate school.

Hey there, I'm looking for successors to my Life A2NC's. I tought about sticking with Soundcore as my experience with the buds and the costumer service were quite good and Soundcore seems the provide the most bang for the buck.
I noticed the L2Pro get recommended quite often, even today. I could get a new pair for 45€ or a used one for 35€. They look quite similar to my A2NC even if they are a lot bigger but I'd say i prefer their shape over the "regular one" like the Liberty air 2 offer for example. The only things which made me not pull the trigger on these is they offer no ANC and the static / white noise issue. I read it was only an issue with the first batch and even then affected 1%. My question would be, was it fixed with an firmware update and how does one detect if a pair of L2P is from the first batch?
The Liberty 3 Pro are 75€ at least so double of the L2P and if one doesn't care about the ANC they don't offer much more for double the price as far as I heard. Would you guys still recommend the Liberty 2 Pro after these years and if not which other earbuds would you get instead? Thanks :)

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Is Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse on HBO Max?
Sorry, Lightyear is not available on HBO Max. There is a lot of content from HBO Max for $14.99 a month, such a subscription is ad-free, and it allows you to access all the titles in the library of HBO Max. The streaming platform announced an ad-supported version that costs a lot less at $9.99 per month.
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Is Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse on Hulu?
They’re not on Hulu, either! But prices for this streaming service currently start at $6.99 per month or $69.99 for the whole year. The ad-free version costs $12.99 per month, $64.99 per month for Hulu + Live TV, or $70.99 for the ad-free Hulu + Live TV.
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Is Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse 2022 on Amazon Video?
Unfortunately, Lightyear is not available to stream for free on Amazon Prime Video. However, you can choose other shows and movies to watch from there as it has a wide variety of shows and movies that you can choose from for $14.99 a month.
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Is Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse on Peacock?
Lightyear is not available to watch on Peacock at the time of writing. Peacock offers a subscription costing $4.99 a month or $49.99 per year for a premium account. Like its namesake, the streaming platform is free with the content out in the open. However, limited.
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Who Is in the Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse Cast?
Captain America himself, Chris Evans, will be the voice of the film’s titular Space Ranger. Apart from Evans, Keke Palmer (Scream Queens), Dale Soules (Orange Is the New Black), and Taika Waititi (Jojo Rabbit) have also been announced as part of the cast, lending their voices to other ambitious recruits at Star Command. The voice cast includes Uzo Aduba, James Brolin, Mary McDonald-Lewis, Efren Ramirez, Peter Sohn, and Isiah Whitlock Jr. Bonus: Check out this featurette where the cast talks about what Buzz Lightyear means to them.

First off, I'd (20 F) like to start off by saying I love my mom. I think I'd just say I love, but don't like her. Ever since I was younger, my mom always made serious conversations awkward. Period talk? Awkward. Sex talk? Barely talked about and also awkward. Because of this, as an adult, I find it hard to have serious conversations about things going on in my life because we never had serious and deep conversations. Also, if you try to talk to her while she just so happens to be watching tv or on her phone scrolling, she acts as though you're interrupting her, and she puts on this fake face as though you're bothering her, but she tries to look as though you're not. I've never told her anything going on in my life romantically because of this. I also know she will overact and generally do too much. She will sometimes fake cry and pretend as though you've hurt her feelings without having real tears and she'll stop 30 seconds later. Over the past year, she's started telling me that in the future, I'm going to need a breast reduction. My friends that I've told can't believe she'd say this to me. For one, her boobs are much larger than mine, and I'm an average size. She also puts down my dad's side of the family, saying that I don't want to end up having large breasts like them. She said this the other night while grabbing my boob to see how big it was, which left me feeling slightly violated. It'd be different if I complained about having back pain or any other issues associated with large breasts but I'm nowhere near that point. I also have my hair in a style that she is not a fan of. My hair is well maintained, but she's always telling me that I need to do something with my hair and recently up and called my hair ugly. Every day I get more and more fed up with her bs.

So, here's the fourth chapter. Sorry for releasing it a bit late, I've had some pretty tough finals. The next chapter might be delayed as well but after that I should be able to get back to my normal schedule of once a week or possibly better. And thanks for the support on my last chapter, your upvotes and comments mean the world to me!
Big thanks to u/Rand0mness4 for proofreading my chapter and to u/SpacePaladin15 for creating NoP and its amazing literary universe.
CW: Descriptions of desecrated bodies (just your ordinary sapient cattle farm)
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Memory transcription subject: Oscar Williams, UN Marine
Date [standard human time]: December 3, 2136
With the hum of the cars’ engines tapering off, everything turned quiet, far too quiet. The only sound bar my own breathing was the wind making its way through cracks in the building’s metal shell. Gunfire should’ve been raining down on us by now. The building in front of was at least the size of a football field and going by the faint, but disgusting, smell of the poor victims, the place was packed. There was no way only the about two dozen scalies we eliminated worked here.
Where was the fight? Were all of them hiding inside? We couldn’t have gotten all of them before, right? Well, there’s only one way to find out where the fuckers were hiding.
Richards lined us up next to the large pair of doors separating us from the farm and a soldier from another squad grabbed a handheld battering ram. I doubted the door would hold after just a few hits with a rock but speed was of the essence. The faster we cleared out the arxur infestation, the more people would survive. I wasn’t about to let anyone else die in that hell. My grip around my rifle tightened and time almost seemed to slow down when the first hit was winded up.
We were quietly signaled to step back from the door and with just one hit with the battering ram the lock was separated from the rest of the door. The force from the hit slammed the door open and we promptly stormed in through the opening. But no gunfire met us. The inside was just as deserted as the outside had been. We had entered what seemed to be some kind of warehouse, large crates strewn throughout the floor and deep freezers lining the walls. At that moment I desperately wished I was a mouth breather. The stench, that had previously been contained by the sheet metal walls, was now flooding into my nostrils. Manure, unwashed bodies, and rotten meat. I tried my best to focus on anything but the freezers but every single wall was covered with them. Wherever my eyes darted, more proof of the murders appeared. A dried splotch of blood, some tufts of fur, a bloody machete.
They took pride in it. Pride in this… They’re going to pay.
We crept through the wide open space, making our way from cover to cover. The dirt floor muffled any sound our footsteps would’ve made and we were only exposed for brief moments. If any arxur caught us, we wouldn’t be caught like a deer in headlights. After one of our many rushes between covers, I ended up next to one of the many freezers.
Oh god. My poor nostrils.
The smell had grown even stronger and when I glanced at the freezer I quickly realized why. It seemed to have lost power, going by the fact that it wasn't cold, and that the lid was ajar. The remains of a person, a person who had friends and family, were rotting away inside. My knuckles were turning white from how hard I gripped my rifle and my teeth felt like they were going to crack due to my jaw clenching so hard. I was going to repay them in kind. Those motherfuckers, wherever they were.
When I stood up, en route to the next cover, my eyes caught a glimpse of the inside of the freezer. Pieces of mangled body parts filled the bottom of the box and a swarm of insects swarmed around something in the middle and-
Retch
Parts of yesterday’s meal filled my mouth when I realized what was hiding under the swarm. A severed venlil head with empty eye sockets stared back at me. Blood had dripped down from the sockets, painting long streaks of orange in the white fur. The head’s mouth was locked in an expression of terror and pain and the neck looked like it had been ripped off from the venlil’s body. Part of the spine hung limp beneath the neck and, knowing arxur, I doubted the venlil had been dead during the ripping.
As soon as I found out where they were- Where the hell were the arxur?
Realization suddenly flashed through my mind. Of course those cowards had fled. Fled their just punishment that I had sworn to deliver. My grip around my rifle tightened when I thought about the fuckers running this farm. They’d almost certainly escape justice, and there was in all likelihood nothing I could do about it. If only I could convince Olivia to hunt them down like they deserved.
My train of thought was brought to an abrupt end when we reached the other side of the warehouse. The door on this wall was far smaller, clearly just used by personnel. And it didn’t even have a lock. Maybe they decided to take cover behind this smaller choke point. I immediately squashed the idea in my mind as soon as I thought of it. They weren’t disciplined enough to not rush us with nothing but their natural weaponry.
My theory was quickly being proven true when we rushed into the next room. There wasn’t a single arxur in sight, but the sheer amount of victims more than made up for their absence. We had emerged on some kind of raised walkways, overlooking cramped pits filled with aliens sleeping in the most abhorrent conditions. The air reeked of unwashed bodies, feces, and many other disgusting smells I didn’t even recognize. The victims in the pits looked even worse for wear than the rest of this dilapidated building. Several of the harchen in the closest pit were covered in deep gashes and some even missed entire body parts.
Torture, there was no other explanation. Those fucking crocs.
As I looked around at the other pens, it was quickly made evident that the treatment of the harchen was more of a rule than an exception. Over in another pit, several krakotl had been completely plucked, and what I assumed to be words had been branded onto their backs. Despite my deep hatred for most of their governments, I couldn’t find it in myself to be mad at anyone here. They’d more than likely been captured long before they even knew earth was still inhabitable and even if they weren’t, they still didn’t deserve this torture.
This was so much worse than I thought. Of course it would be horrible but this, how-
Nausea quickly filled my thoughts and before I could even bend over, today's lunch spilled out of my mouth, and I wasn’t alone. At least a third of my fellow soldiers had the same reaction as me.
Good to know I’m not the only empathetic person here. Maybe they’ll agree that the arxur deserve to be treated like their prey after this. Oh, what I would do if I caught any of them.
“HELP!”
The krakotl’s hoarse scream sent a shiver down my spine. It sounded like they hadn’t used their voice for years. I hastily pulled up my bandana and checked that my visor blocked my entire face. I didn’t dare think about what would happen if they realized we were predators.
“P- P- Please help us…”
The screaming had quickly woken up the rest of the aliens who were looking at us with a mix of bewilderment, fear and hope. My eyes darted around the pens while my mind prayed that they wouldn’t land on anyone that recognized our ‘arboreal’ eyes. After what felt like the longest five seconds of my life, I finally allowed myself to breathe a sigh of relief. If no one had fainted yet, they probably didn’t know we were human.
“We’ve come to rescue you, you’re going to get out of here. Just stay calm.”
Richards immediately took command of the situation, preventing widespread panic from the aliens.
“T- T- Thank you… Is the f- f- federation winning?”
The brave krakotl who asked us for help clearly thought we were from the federation and I silently thanked god everyone else seemed to believe the same thing. If they didn’t there would be pandemonium. Those poor souls must’ve seen arxur bloodshed every single day. I could barely imagine how terrified they would be if our identity was revealed. In their eyes we would be nothing but another species of predators and this was the worst possible place to try convincing them we weren’t.
“We’re just going to make sure there are no arxur left in the building, then we’re getting you out of there. We’ll be back before you know it.”
Avoiding the question. I really hoped Richards didn’t tip off the aliens about us there. At least she didn’t deny that we were from the feds. As long as we got out of there as quickly as possible, everything would be fine.
“I- I- saw them leaving. They were a- a- angry, and before they l- l- left they- they…”
The krakotl lifted their wing and shakily pointed towards a dark corner of the room as their voice faltered. Some kind of poles with clumps in the middle filled the corner but any more detail was masked under the veil of darkness. Carefully avoiding looking at the flickering lamps filling the building with light, I turned on my night vision goggles and as soon as my brain registered what it was seeing, I wished that I had been born blind. The poles were wooden stakes and the clumps were the mutilated corpses of a dozen aliens. Deep gashes stretched across their abdomen and their intestines were pouring out of the holes. Not even their heads were spared. They were nigh unrecognizable from blunt force trauma and one of the victims still had the hammer buried in their face. Disgust and rage flared up within me, almost stronger than I’d ever felt before. I wanted to vomit and chop arxur into small pieces at the same time.
Why do they fucking exist? Why the fuck do I have to fucking see this. How can someone… do something like this? And why did we let them escape? Wait, the faster I clear this building, the faster we can hunt them down.
“You’re safe now, we’re getting you off this planet. Squad, we’re make sure there are no arxur left on the premises.”
Sergeant Richards’ command immediately pushed me to act. While about half our our force moved to clear out the rest of the building, my squad rushed for the back door at the other end of the cattle pens. We quickly made our way outside into a large yard, the dirt ground stretching several dozen meters from the building before slowly morphing into a field. In the distance, several large piles of timber were piled high next to a large, deforested area. The only feasible place for the arxur to hide on this side of the compound was the shack that stood at the edge of the yard. In contrast to the concentration camp, this building actually looked relatively structurally sound. Thick concrete walls, a door made of something other than sheet metal, and a roof with only a few visible holes. That was incredibly impressive for an arxur.
Just gotta check this shack, then we can start chasing the fuckers.
Following Richards’ directions, we quickly began making our way towards the building. Reminding myself there was no time to spare, I sprinted ahead of the others and squeezed through the slightly ajar door. A loud slam emanated from behind me as the door shut behind me and I emerged into something that almost looked like living quarters. Several bedrolls were laid out on the ground, piles of equipment were scattered across the floor, and a large scaly repti-
SHIT SHIT SHIT!
They hadn’t left. Those fuckers just laid in ambush, waiting for me to let my guard down. Its hideous body sat on one of the bedrolls, radiating bloodlust. I could feel its eyes bore deep into my soul, sending an involuntary shudder down my spine. Every single part of it was tailor made to kill, and nothing else. It could easily rip off my limbs with its massive claws, and then chop them into tiny pieces with its razor sharp teeth if I was careless.
Can’t be careless then. That fucker isn’t going to walk out of here alive. If I’m going down, it’s going down with me.
I instinctively threw myself to the ground, raising my rifle to take out my target. My rifle was aimed directly at the unarmed creature’s head, through the chain-link fence sectioning off the arxur from me. Just before I pulled the trigger, my brain connected the contradictory information, stopping me from firing from sheer bewilderment.
Why the fuck did that thing not have a weapon? And why were they in some kind of improvised prison?
“Hey! Oscar, the door’s locked. What’s your status?”
David’s voice and a loud banging on the door I just passed through snapped me back to reality. I was locked away from my squad in a room full of arxur. The same species that fucking impailed a dozen people out there. And here they were, right in front of me, behind a chain-link fence. Red flashed before my eyes as I realized what was happening.
They were trying to fool us. And those morons thought I wouldn't notice. They put up that barbed wire, trying to exploit our empathy. We’d try to imprison them, and then they’d strike. And they would have succeeded, had I not been alone.
I slowly stood back up, and shuffled backwards until I stood flush against some kind of railing. The multiple arxur that were hiding behind the chain-link looked at me with unreadable expressions but I could noticeably see their eyes widen as I raised my rifle.
Finally realizing the jig is up? They were going to pay for for the people they fucking impailed, for the venlil whose head they fucking ripped of, and for the fucking cradle.
All I had to do was tell the white lie that they attacked me and open fire. Then my squad wouldn’t be murdered and justice would finally be served. The arxur remained quiet as mice as I prepared to enact justice, probably in shock from their stupid ploy being seen through. I was eternally thankful that they were so stupid. The anger that had filled my entire system slowly melted away, being replaced by satisfaction at their imminent demise. Right as I was about to press down on the trigger one of the arxur began speaking but as I looked for the culprit I saw that all their mouths were shut. The voice was high pitched, almost childlike, and it echoed from… below.
What the-
“Hi, what are you? You look really cool!”
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Is Oscar being a bit delusional? Should he analyze the situation a bit more objectively? Possibly, but where's the fun in having completely sane characters.
Anyways, the two protagonists are about to meet. Will said meeting remain entirely civil or will Oscar "accidentally" drop a grenade into the pit? We'll find out next time.

I'm a shy person, I've been shy ever since I was little and I don't think it's going away anytime soon (since I'm soon turning 20 🥳) So the friend-making process is already hard. I have a not very well-thought-out plan when making friends lmao. I usually have these little friend-crushes and approach them (if they don't, i make sure to wait a little first 😅) and if they don't find me annoying, I end up with another contact in my phone I occasionally text.
I have four close friends at the moment (it's a friend group) but to be honest, I don't think we mesh really well. We've known each other for a year now and I met them a little while after they met each other so they're naturally a bit closer. When we hang out in a group setting, I feel kinda left out and end up planning what I'll wear the next day or question if God exists or not. When we hang out alone though, I have a lot of fun. I have so much fun and feel that they do too. However, when it's in a group setting, I can't help but feel like my existence doesn't really matter to them (I'm perfectly aware of how awfully cringe this whole thing sounds)
I'm sick of being the second choice to everyone, feeling this way over and over again everyday is draining my whole energy. They're way more outgoing and social then I am (I'm literally the only introvert in the group) and if we hang out too much with too many strangers at once, I end up faking my entire personality just to be involved in the conversation. I just want some peace and I end up pushing everyone out because of this.
I react the same way to everything. Did something anger me? Isolate. Am I sad? I isolate. Did something annoy me? Shut up and isolate. It's the same way with friendships. I'm afraid I'm sabotaging everything in my life by being this way. Am I the only one? Any advices, perhaps?

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I'm having a very difficult time getting my safety rating over 3.0
For the most part I'll be racing a clean race, then someone will just take me out. I'd say 70-80% of incidents are not my fault.
So how can I stay competitive AND somehow get a 3.0 safety rating with that stuff impacting me so much? The only idea I have is to hang back and just race slow to avoid incidents, but that's super boring.
Rookie division is wreck central. Some guys treat it like it's NASCAR Heat 5 on Xbox. I want to play in more skilled and competitive classes.

This thread got me thinking... we are about to see a huge influx of a new kind of unemployed: unemployed, unemployable managers. We are about to see greatest meltdown of unemployed middle management in history, and it's not going to be pretty, it's potentially going to be 20-40 years of political problems, boomers all over again.
Maybe we're already seeing this with all the semi-psychotic alt-right rage-bros. But the wave I'm talking about is the result of ChatGPT and the general collapse of the old economy. ChatGPT can do planning, task assignment, business management, accounting--it makes it much easier to work for yourself and start your own business. The number of self-employed freelancers is about to skyrocket, decimating the management class.
We are going to see a new kind of bougie demand for handouts and the creation of useless jobs managers would like to have (such as government administrative jobs). Hopefully this will coincide with demand for better public welfare, but I think we can be cynical here and predict that it will not. The ex-manager polity will demand free handouts that can only be received by people who were already wealthy or leaving management jobs. In a way, this is a democratization of "too big to fail" to the upper-middle class (but all this does is deepen the financial serfdom of everyone else).
We will see a new discourse around these poor, forgotten middle-managers spring up. News articles will be written about how nobody is hiring managers anymore, "nobody wants to be managed", poor middle manager lost his home that he agreed to be in debt peonage to for 30+ years because he couldn't find another job as a middle manager, poor middle manager is confused about why his skills are no longer marketable. (It will be a primarily male, reactionary movement.)
As minimum wage (or market wages) and all the paperwork associated with running a business or being part of a company increases, it is increasingly the fact that only the most exploitative businesses can exist. Mere profit is not enough--in the environment of inflation + currency scarcity + massive red tape, only hyperprofits allow a business to remain in existence. Why does it cost half a million dollars to make even the simplest app? Why, because every single person associated with the project needs to be paid $200/hour--$120/hour for their salary and the rest for taxes and hiring expenses. Why are Hollywood movies so expensive and so stereotyped? Hmmm, maybe it has something to do with the fact that the credits for an average movie now contain tens of thousands of names, and each of those persons is being compensated with a comfortable middle-class paycheck?
I think everyone should live comfortably / be paid well, but I don't think we can ignore the receding boundaries of the blessed circle of capital, or the Capitol we could call it. Capitol companies are those that can offer a stable job, a living wage, even a career. Everything else--Uber, gigs, selling used things on eBay, doing local jobs under-the-table--is something that the mainstream economy and bougie people consider underpaid work that, if we examined it, would be deemed illegal by their standards.
Corporations are increasingly pay-me cartels, groups of people whose first job is the discursive production of their own class and the necessity that they remain at that class. How can an employee of a company possibly function without a comfortable income that allows them to rent an incredibly overpriced apartment in the city? The fact that this argument is presented in the terms, "How can we pay the bare minimum to allow our employees to function physically?", is now so normalized that employees advocate for themselves this way: Their class is justified in the terms of capital itself. They don't have a job unless, first of all, they produce this discourse together, mutually reinforcing and supporting each other's bid for class-production.
This class-production discourse is failing, about to fail, for the managerial class, because of advances in AI. I don't hear any individual concept artists complaining about being replaced by AI--I just hear companies complaining about copyright. However, I do think we are going to hear the managers complaining, because they were in a cushy position of getting to boss others around and get paid for it, and now those jobs are going to be disappearing faster than other jobs.