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2014.09.11 19:18 Ancient Civilizations and related content

This subreddit is about the past civilizations that walked the earth. Just as us, they also altered their environments to fulfill their needs and left us clues about their lives, culture, beliefs and so on. The wonders of the past shall surface here.
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2023.04.01 07:00 BiasMushroom And On That Day, A Monster Was Born

A Fanfic of u/SpacePaladin15’s work “The nature of Predators” Thank you for the story!

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Memory transcription subject: Kilousai, Kolshian Head Genetic Biologist
Date [standardized human time]: REDACTED

Something that has always amused me was how primitives talk and act like people. Yet are so easily manipulated into being whatever you wished them to be. Take Female Venlil Feed Subject #387V-42. She believes herself to be one of the foremost Genetic Biologists in our field. Yet all she has done is make a poor, pathetic version of what my own species and the Farsul have mastered centuries ago. Sure her nanites could cure cancers in a matter of minutes, but it's just such a waste of resources to make these for primitives.
However there are a scant few primitives that are worthy of truly being uplifted to the same status as a Kolshian or Farsul. Take Venlil Test Subject #12v-01. By all means he should have been caught by the Exterminators and burned to death with a flamethrower. Thankfully we caught this gem of a being with early screening and gently had his life altered to ensure that didn’t happen. With a few small interventions, such as the removal of his parents and ensuring that he was always in the right place at the right time, we were able to take advantage of his aggressive behaviors, and alter his beliefs to align with our own. He truly was something special. I do hope we don’t have to purge this one. The Venlil experiments have shown great promise.
“Oh I am so glad to be able to work with you directly Kilousai! I hope you don’t mind but I would like to get a photo with you to show to my friends back home! Well, show them once we’ve cured Humanity!” Go on you stupid piece of meat just keep talking. It’s one of the two things you will ever be good for.
“Of course! We are going to accomplish so many good things for the Federation today! In this very facility we have made great strides into ensuring that our future will be prosperous and safe!” I do so love how Subject #12v-01 reacts so differently than the feed. His tail muscles gently tighten at the base, his ear slowly pivots to listen to my words. Yet he doesn’t even feel for the knife hidden just in his fur under his right arm. I could tell he knows that when I say ‘we’ I am not including the feed in that statement.
Finally the elevator reached the bottom. “Oh! Finally we are here!” The doors opened to reveal Subject #592A-01. The large Arxur made for an imposing presence in the doorway. His deep blue tactical gear would almost be completely invisible in the dead of night. Yet in the clinical white hallways almost appeared as a slightly blue void.
As predicted the feed began to hysterically try and flee while screaming and alerting anything that might have wished to harm her of her presence. Typical. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! NOOOOOOOO NONONONONONO!” Subject #592A-01 did not flinch or move as instructed. Good.
What wasn’t good was the ear splitting wail from the feed as it desperately tried to flee. It was setting Subject #12v-01 on edge. He hadn’t reached for his knife yet, but had simply taken a defensive stance. I imagine my calm demeanor clued him in on how to act. Clever.
I strode forward past it. “Come along now! We haven’t got all day! 592A-01 help them along, please and thank you.” Subject #592A-01 surged forward and quickly seized the feed. She began to frantically hit the muscle laden arms of Subject #592A-01 yet her claws were unable to even tear the cloth covering his armor. Small traces of orange blood started to cover Subject #592A-01’s gear before he pinned the feed’s arm behind it to stop it from damaging itself further. The wailing sound was starting to give me a headache but it wouldn’t last much longer
Subject #592A-01 turned and grabbed Subject #12v-01’s arm and began to drag them behind me as we walked down the corridor. Subject #12v-01 was barely able to touch the ground but complied and walked with us, while the feed was drug kicking and screaming.
This right here. Any primitive other than Subject #12v-01 would be just like this feed, panicking like the dumb animals they are. Yet here he was. Someone that was paying attention, fully intent on surviving and taking advantage of any opportunity to the fullest.
I turned into the activity room I set up for this demonstration. 10 of my hand raised Arxur soldiers stood at attention waiting for me to give any order. Their gear almost making them indistinguishable from Subject #592A-01, who came in and deposited both Subject #12v-01 and the feed into the center of the room and stood back to guard the door as instructed previously. The feed desperately clung onto Subject #12v-01 who almost seemed to console the feed but simultaneously arranged himself to be able to use her as a shield if needed. Clever.
“Ahem…” The feed jerked her head to be able to see me, while Subject #12v-01 kept the Arxur Soldiers and Subject #592A-01 in his field of view, yet couldn’t see me as well. Clever. “Welcome to the labs! Here I work diligently to ensure that the Federation has all the tools necessary to keep everyone safe!” I grasped my tentacles together in a giddy excitement. It was always great to share my work with others!
SAFE! SAFE? These are fucking monsters! We aren’t safe!” I grimaced at that statement. An expression that thankfully Subject #12v-01 was able to see when he turned to face me. He was now focusing his attention on me. He clearly knew I was in charge and thus was the biggest threat to his safety. Clever.
“Sorry, I wasn’t referring to you Female Venlil Feed Subject #387V-42.” Her ears drooped and her jaw hung loosely from her head. I could barely make out the faintest sound from her mouth. Subject #12v-01 seemed to recognize the feed as a liability now. Good. “You see. In order for there to be prosperity there must be safety. For there to be safety there must be control.” Subject #12v-01 seemed to calm down and while he was still tensed ready for action, took a more neutral stance. The feed simply stared in abject horror and disbelief. Pathetic.
“When we, the founding species, discovered the third race of intelligent beings, we were aghast at their barbaric and primitive natures. They were still killing each other with sticks! And for what? Land? Water? Food?” I started to pace back and forth as I taught my history lesson. “NO! They killed each other in the thousands because the other members of their species were simply their enemies! Couple this with the disgusting act of eating corpses, fish and other small animals, every attempt to make them into something respectable failed. They were just too aggressive. Too… predatory.”
The feed just started to shake and sob. Subject #12v-01 looked to understand where I was going with this. I gestured to the squad of Axur in the room. “Take the Arxur for example. When we discovered them they were locked in a civil war over ideals. The ideals of, is it better to be feared, or to be loved? The dominion believed that cruelty was the best way to control and keep their people safe, while the Northwest Bloc tried to be transparent with their people, tried to let them be free, even if that made things dangerous.” I felt another wave of excitement rush over me as I started to bounce on the spot.
“The best thing happened when we made contact! They declared peace! They started to work together! Both sides desperately strove to incorporate our technology and follow our uplift plan! They desperately wanted to be like us! To live in peace and harmony! The only uplifts to ever do so without us having to prune their primitive cultures first!” The feed just shook her head in disbelief.
“The only mistake we made with them was not realizing that they were incapable of digesting plant matter at all. They were the first sapient obligate carnivores that we had ever found! So when the time came and a famine struck Wriss, we gave them a cure to end their dependence on meat." I animatedly shrugged as I kept teaching "Ooops! Killed nearly a fourth of their population! Thankfully it didn’t kill all of them. Though something strange happened. All of their livestock died. When we realized what had happened we already began to draft an extermination plan and got our fleet into position when the oddest thing happened.”
I held my tentacles wide in excitement. “Their PROPHET contacted us! Let us know that the dominion had taken control! That they used our ‘cure’ to kill their livestock. He made his people doubt the way of the Northwest bloc, and reinforced that the Dominion is in the right. He gave us proof of what we always knew. FEAR. Fear rules unchallenged. So we gave the Prophet’s most loyal weapons, and they purged the Northwest Blocs staunchest defenders. Then came the time for them to return the favor they owed us.”
Subject #12v-01 was completely calm now. He knew what was coming. The feed looked lost, distant. Worthless. “We moved our fleets out of the way. After all. We had no idea we were about to be attacked! Then the dominion launched its campaign and worlds fell. People fled in fear, and our control went from being loosely held by us to being a noose around the primitive's necks.”
“My soldiers here are a gift from the dominion.” I gestured around to all of my children. “I raised them from their eggs. Made them the perfect soldiers. With them we can ensure that if we, or the dominion, need someone… erased or need just a little bit of chaos to remind the mindless masses who is in charge, well… they will ensure it always happens flawlessly.”
The feed looked up in horror. “You.. You're a monster!” I just laughed. What a stupid notion. “ME?! A monster? Monsters hurt sapient creatures without a single care. There are four sapient races in the galaxy. The Kolshians, the Farsul, the Prophet descendants, and Humanity.” I expected Subject #12v-01 to react to my statement but his demeanor almost seemed to… agree? Good.
“The dominion keeps its people scared of starving and thus in control. Sadly that leaves them as sub-sapients, but every so often they get a useful tool and we authorize an uplift to our status.” Subject #12v-01 looked down at the feed in almost a state of disgust. He was putting the pieces together flawlessly! Time to test that.
“I grow bored of this. I was hoping that maybe you were worth something. I guess I was wrong…” I slowly paced away from the center of the room. Distancing myself just far enough away if either of them rushed me they would never be able to get to me. “My children. Eat.”
In one motion every one of my children turned to look at the two Venlil. With one step heard, all of them put a foot forward and then… Subject #12v-01 decided to act.
With one fluid movement he brandished his knife from its hiding spot. My children took a moment to ensure they could strike without being struck. I swished my tail and gave a silent order to not kill Subject #12v-01… yet.
He grabbed the feed in a manner almost like he was taking a hostage. Then his knife slid into the base of its spine. It let out a blood curdling scream as it fell to the floor. Tears poured from its eyes as it looked up to Subject #12v-01 and then to its legs as it failed to move them. It began to sob hysterically and tried to crawl to the corridor we entered from.
As it slowly made its attempt to escape, Subject #12v-01 cast the knife aside, letting it slide harmlessly across the floor till it came to a stop at my feet. I gave him a quizzical look. He stood proud and stated “I am more use to you as a tool than as feed for your soldiers. I know the inner workings of Venlil Primes government better than Tarva herself. I know how to wrap Humans around my fingers and make them do my bidding without them having a clue it's happening. Use me. I guarantee you that you will regret letting them eat me.”
After his defiant statement was over he stood still and lowered his arms from their elevated position. He seemed to relax as I picked up his knife and walked to him with my tail flicking happily behind me. “YES! I knew you were truly a sapient being! I am so relieved that I was right about you! You saw it, yes? How she wasn’t like us? How she couldn’t act beyond what she was taught?” Subject #12v-01… No Wisterly. “Wisterly, a lot of races consider yours to be weak. Do you know what I think about your race?”
Wisterly took a moment to ponder my question. With a slight tilt to his head he responded “No Sir. I do not know what you think of my race.” I couldn’t help but let my tail flick with excitement. “I think your race has always had great potential. Sadly a lot of your race are gullible to say the least, but you? You are something special. You don’t just accept your fate!”
I waved a tentacle at the crawling, sniveling feed. “You aren’t like them! You ACT! You think! You change your fate! Come now! We are in great need of your skills!” I handed him back his knife. “Oh. #592A-01. Feed.”
I started to talk to Wisterly about our plans and how he would be fitting in to it as #592A-01 approached the feed. He placed a foot on its legs pining it in place. It left streaks of orange blood across the floor as it ripped its claws out trying to escape. Then #592A-01 failed its test. It bent down holding the feed still, locked its jaws around the head and bit down crushing the skull and killing the feed instantly.
“STOP. STOP STOP STOP. WHAT IN MY NAME WAS THAT!” #592A-01 froze, before it stood to attention. “I killed the feed Father.” I let out a long defeated sigh. “Did I TELL you to kill the feed?”
“No Father.”
I took a step closer to him “Why did I tell you to feed? And Why did I not tell you to kill?”
“So that when the time comes I can flawlessly imitate the Dominion’s Arxur, Father.”
I turned away and threw my tentacles into the air. “Children. Feed.”
Failure #592A-01 stood perfectly still as its siblings approached. Subject #592A-02 held Failure #592A-01’s arms still as she locked her jaws around his abdomen and ripped his intestines out. The others descended on it as I led Wisterly out of the room and gave one final order. “Don’t eat the head. Bring that to the lab before it starts to rot.”

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Memory transcription subject: REDACTED
Date [standardized human time]: REDACTED

Something is off with all of this. I don’t know how to tell Kila that we are in grave danger without alerting Dr. Kilousai that I was aware of his deceitful nature. He answered her every question as though she wasn’t part of the herd. Something was very wrong.
The elevator reached its destination and the doors opened to reveal what was clearly an Arxur in full military gear. He didn’t move from his position and Dr. Kilousai didn’t even seem to care that it was here. Like he expected it. Kila was freaking out trying to get the doors to close, busting her finger bloody as she tried. I choose to stay as still and calm as possible. I knew my knife was still in reach. I can’t let the Arxur know it's there or I am dead.
Dr. Kilousai ordered the Arxur to grab us. I had the thought that maybe the Humans had allied with the Arxur, who made it behind Fed lines and took control, but that theory just got killed when a Koloshian ordered an Arxur. The Human's wouldn't let someone from the Cure Program in a leadership position.
It had to restrain Kila to stop her from hurting herself, but simply drug me by my arm. I chose not to resist. Not the right time. No escape route yet.
Dr. Kilousai led us into a large room with 10 more Arxur in it. The one holding us threw us into the center of the room. Before I could charge Dr. Kilousai and take him hostage, Kila grabbed hold of me and wouldn’t let go. Not good. I gently took hold of her and moved her in such a way that she would feel safe but could easily be moved to defend myself. Sorry Kila. It's you or me in this situation.
Dr. Kilousai cleared his throat to speak causing Kila to jerk and look at him. Stupid. He isn’t the threat. I kept my eyes on the Arxur. They didn’t flinch.
“Welcome to the labs! Here I work diligently to ensure that the Federation has all the tools necessary to keep everyone safe!” He grasped his tentacles together in a giddy excitement. He looked genuinely pleased to share this with us. Odd.
SAFE! SAFE? These are fucking monsters! We aren’t safe!” I couldn’t stop Kila from stupidly blurting this out. It was clear that upset Dr. Kilousai. Not good. I kept my eyes on him. The Arxur clearly wouldn’t move unless he ordered them to. He was the threat in this room.
“Sorry, I wasn’t referring to you Female Venlil Feed Subject #387V-42.” Spehg. He assigned her a name like that. Likely to distance her being from the idea of her personhood. I wasn’t stupid. My name right now is likely not too far off from hers. Need to change that. He continued “You see. In order for there to be prosperity there must be safety. For there to be safety there must be control.” He wasn’t wrong. It oddly made sense. I knew the federation could field billions of ships for every single one the Arxur could, but they never took the initiative to exterminate them.
“When we, the founding species, discovered the third race of intelligent beings, we were aghast at their barbaric and primitive natures. They were still killing each other with sticks! And for what? Land? Water? Food?” He started to pace back and forth. “NO! They killed each other in the thousands because the other members of their species were simply their enemies! Couple this with the disgusting act of eating corpses, fish and other small animals, every attempt to make them into something respectable failed. They were just too aggressive. Too… predatory.”
Kila just started to sob. He gestured to the squad of Axur in the room. “Take the Arxur for example. When we discovered them they were locked in a civil war over ideals. The Ideals of is it better to be feared or to be loved? The dominion believed that cruelty was the best way to control and keep their people safe, while the Northwest Bloc tried to be transparent with their people, tried to let them be free, even if that made things dangerous.” I thought about it. Thought about the Federation's early history. The Krakotl were a problem. Nikonus said so himself. The federation was trying love and found it failed. Then comes the Arxur fighting for an answer to the same question… I think I knew where he was going with this.
“The best thing happened when we made contact! They declared peace! They started to work together! Both sides desperately strove to incorporate our technology and follow our uplift plan! They desperately wanted to be like us! To live in peace and harmony! The only uplifts to ever do so without us having to prune their primitive cultures first!”
Kila shook her head in disbelief. “The only mistake we made with them was not realizing that they were incapable of digesting plant matter at all. They were the first sapient obligate carnivores that we had ever found! So when the time came and a famine struck Wriss, we gave them a cure to end their dependence on meat. Ooops! Killed nearly a fourth of their population! Thankfully it didn’t kill all of them. Though something strange happened. All of their livestock died. When we realized what had happened we already began to draft an extermination plan and got our fleet into position when the oddest thing happened.”
He held his tentacles wide in excitement. “Their PROPHET contacted us! Let us know that the dominion had taken control! That they used our ‘cure’ to kill their livestock. He made his people doubt the way of the Northwest bloc, and reinforced that the Dominion is in the right. He gave us proof of what we always knew. FEAR. Fear rules unchallenged. So we gave the Prophet’s most loyal weapons, and they purged the Northwest Blocs staunchest defenders. Then came the time for them to return the favor they owed us.”
“We moved our fleets out of the way. After all, We had no idea we were about to be attacked! Then the dominion launched its campaign and worlds fell. People fled in fear, and our control went from being loosely held by us to being a noose around the primitives necks.”
“My soldiers here are a gift from the dominion.” He gestured around to all of the Arxur. “I raised them from their eggs. Made them the perfect soldiers. With them we can ensure that if we or the dominion need someone… erased or need just a little bit of chaos to remind the mindless masses who is in charge well… they will ensure it always happens flawlessly.”
Kila looked up in horror and opened her stupid mouth again. “You.. You're a monster!” He just laughed this time. Not a good sign. “ME?! A monster? Monsters hurt sapient creatures without a single care. There are four sapient races in the galaxy. The Kolshians, the Farsul, the Prophet descendants, and Humanity.”
“The dominion keeps its people scared of starving and thus in control. Sadly that leaves them as sub-sapients, but every so often they get a useful tool and we authorize an uplift to our status.” I think I understand what he was talking about. Kila. She wasn’t really a person was she?
“I grow bored of this. I was hoping that maybe you were worth something. I guess I was wrong…” He slowly paced away from the center of the room. Distancing myself just far enough away if either of them rushed me they would never be able to get to me. “My children. Eat.”
In one motion every Arxur turned to look at us. With one step heard, all of them put a foot forward and then… I decided to act.
With one fluid movement I brandished my knife from its hiding spot. I grabbed Kila. Then I slid My knife into the base of her spine. She let out a blood curdling scream as she fell to the floor. Tears poured from her eyes as she looked up to me and then to her legs as she failed to move them. she began to sob hysterically and tried to crawl to the corridor we entered from.
As she slowly made her last attempt to escape, I cast the knife aside, letting it slide harmlessly across the floor till it came to a stop at the Doctor’s feet. He gave me a quizzical look. I stood proud and stated “I am more use to you as a tool than as feed for your soldiers. I know the inner workings of Venlil Primes government better than Tarva herself. I know how to wrap Humans around my fingers and make them do my bidding without them having a clue it's happening. Use me. I guarantee you that you will regret letting them eat me.”
After he picked up my knife and walked to me with his tail flicking happily behind him. “YES! I knew you were truly a sapient being! I am so relieved that I was right about you! You saw it, yes? How she wasn’t like us? How she couldn’t act beyond what she was told?” I could. That wasn’t a person. It was a scared stupid animal. Not worth my care. “Wisterly, a lot of races consider yours to be weak. Do you know what I think about your race?”
I took a moment to ponder the question. With a slight tilt to my head I responded “No Sir. I do not know what you think of my race.”
His tail flicked with excitement. “I think your race has always had great potential. Sadly a lot of your race are gullible to say the least, but you? You are something special. You don’t just accept your fate!” He waved a tentacle at the crawling, sniveling animal. “You aren’t like them! You ACT! You think! You change your fate! Come now! We are in great need of your skills!” He handed me back my knife and ordered. “Oh. #592A-01. Feed.”
He started to talk to me about their plans and how I would be fitting in to it as #592A-01 approached the food. He placed a foot on its legs pining it in place. It left streaks of orange blood across the floor as it ripped its claws out trying to escape. Then #592A-01 apparently failed its test. It bent down holding the feed still, locked its jaws around the head and bit down crushing the skull and killing the feed instantly.
“STOP. STOP STOP STOP. WHAT IN MY NAME WAS THAT!” #592A-01 froze, before it stood to attention. “I killed the feed Father.” He let out a long defeated sigh. “Did I TELL you to kill the feed?”
“No Father.”
He took a step closer to him “Why did I tell you to feed? And Why did I not tell you to kill?”
“So that when the time comes I can flawlessly imitate the Dominion’s Arxur, Father.”
He turned away and threw his tentacles into the air. “Children. Eat.”
#592A-01 stood perfectly still as its siblings approached. Another of the Arxur held #592A-01’s arms still as it locked its jaws around his abdomen and ripped its intestines out. The others descended on it as the Doctor led me out of the room and gave one final order. “Don’t eat the head. Bring that to the lab before it starts to rot.”

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Memory transcription subject: Subject #592A-01
Date [standardized human time]: REDACTED
Current Order: Wait at elevator door to enact further instructions.
The door opened. Father was there with two Venlil. One began to panic. The other froze.
Current Order: Bring Venlil unharmed with Father wherever he wishes.
I grabbed them and had to pin the screaming one's arms to stop her from harming herself. The scared one was easy to pull along. I like that one. Its fur is soft. Maybe if I am good Father will let me keep it? Like the sleeping Sivkit.
Current Order: Leave Venlil in center of room for feeding exercise. Guard door.
I stood still waiting for Father to issue his orders. Crying Venlil was Crying. I couldn't make her feel better. I felt sad as the other one was rather cute. Wish we didn’t have to eat that one. He was rather warm. Would have been nice to sleep next too.
Current Order: Fake step towards Venlil.
The calm one was not nice. He stabbed the crying one in the spine and paralyzed her from the waist down. I wish we could fix her instead of eating her. I bet she is nice. Maybe Father might let us have her now? I would have to clean her as she likely can’t control her bowel movements but that's ok! It would be nice to have a friend!
Current Order: Eat Crying Venlil.
I am sorry little one. I will make this as painless as possible.
Current Order: Don’t move, Answer questions.
Father is so mad at me. He was testing me and I failed. I am a failure. I deserve this. Mate approaches me now. Mate will eat me. Grow strong from my body mate. May the next mate Father selects for you be better than me.
ERROR: UNABLE TO PARSE TRANSCRIPT: CAUSE: DEATH OF SUBJECT

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Happy April Fools Day! I hope you guys are having fun! Uh… APRIL FOOLS! This wasn’t a joke at all! It was the start of my Bonus series. A collection of small stories that are definitely AU and explore Ideas I have. This may or may not have a sequel. So fell free to continue it if you like the Idea as you may be the only one too!
As with all of my fanfics this is considered creative commons by myself so feel free to grab anything from my stories to use in your own works! I would appreciate a shout out for this but that isn’t required.
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2023.04.01 06:59 GoOnKaz [Online][5e][EST] New player really looking for a group.

My name is Tyler. 27M, He/Him.
I’m a new player really looking for a group welcoming of new players. I haven’t played through a full campaign, but have played in a one shot and watch a lot of content. I’ll know the basics and shouldn’t need much help outside of some of the finer details.
I plan to take notes, roleplay to the best of my ability, and know everything I need ti about my character.
I’d really appreciate a group taking me in, because it is pretty hard finding one!
Preferred days/times:
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2023.04.01 06:59 neverexisted99 (Discussion) Inevitably the tools we've seen gain popularity over the past year will be integrated into everyday life. What do you think?

Today I am prompting you, not Chat GPT. Tell me what the title makes you think about or tell me anything that's been on your mind relating to the topic. Below I typed out my thoughts on the prompt. The style is casual and thought experiments are welcome
When I read the title, my mind immediately goes to privacy concerns. While I think the convenience of having a personal assistant that knew the ins and outs of every single detail of my life would be.... Well if I'm being honest the first word that comes to mind is intrusive.
I can recognize how useful a tool like that would be. I don't think I need to convince this crowd how powerful these tools are. And I want to take full advantage. I want it to be trained on my data. I want it to know every single last detail about me. I want it to know me more than I know myself. I want it to be able to produce the best answers to my specific situation, for me as an individual. there is so much data tied to us these days, it's all there for it to analyze. it can indeed be used for good.
but my first thought will always be 'damn, microsoft(or google, or apple, or whoever else) knows everything about me'
and while I understand that they already have the data to tie everything together, I can at least take some comfort in knowing that someone will really have to dig and do analysis and really think about the numbers and how they relate to each other. and all that just to get a glimpse.... And I know because I work with this kind of data day to day in my day job at a megacorp. even the best analysts don't get much more than that, a glimpse... (in my limited experience of course)
but if an advertiser could just ask the computer, well, anything...about me. me specifically. and it was trained by me with my own personal data. the barrier of entry is gone... there's nothing stopping microsoft or whoever else from selling a model trained on me.
i think inevitably these tools will be built into the operating system or the web browser. the cat will be out of the bag. we (including myself) have proven to time and again to give up our privacy for convenience. this will be no different.
What do you think?
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2023.04.01 06:59 Conscious-Border-498 I gave up

I'm essentially giving up, I'm tired as fuck as being told and sold this promise bullshit of the surgerys and the methods that I am trying that it's pointless and effortless and regardless of who I am, genes or anything else, I'm going to be shackled by my wieght and I'm definently going to die, no if, no buts, nothing. I'm going to share my experiences and why I am comming to this decision.
I am and I am well, fully well aware of my situation, my chances and the risks, however, I do not like being fear mongled, lied to, discouraged and used as a fucking lab rat or a permanent source of money. I am 30m, 509 as of today. I suffer from PTSD, Depression, anxiety, S.A.D. I'm using a different acc from my original but I am gonna explain a bit of my story. My highest weight was 576. During that time, this was about 5 to 6 yrs ago, I started to develop my ptsd, Depression when I ran out of my meds and my doctors refused to refill, I hit a massive crisis moment. I've lost 6 months staying inside, gaining, my mind went everywhere, demons resurfaced and I was alone. Essentially my best friend (bro) was there and helped me regained some sense and eventually, my Dr decided to refill my meds and things started to get back on track for me. I started on my weightloss journey from there and made alot a process
On a better tl:Dr for my journey, changing my meds, watching shows and learning about nutrition, calories, vitimans and portions. Cut down on alot of foods, frozen, takeout, junk, and implemented a routine that got me down to 487.
I was hitting a pleateu and decided and accepted that further help would be needed, now here's where the bullshit
BMC (Boston Medical Center)
Me and my brother went to a appointment for possible gastric sleeve that I've heard about soo much from my 600 lb life. I was interested because from what I was told by the doctored, it takes out the majority of the stomach and the big part that releases the hunger hormone that makes some eat. Did a weigh in, sat down with the surgeon assistant and things went down hill from there. We was discussing the three surgeries, bypass, sleeve and band. The pros, the cons, risk, success rates, etc. I explain how I'd like the gastric sleeve. He looked at me and strongly advise the gastric bypass because
it's more successful, long term, permanent and in his words, actually work
I've explain my concern and my feelings against the bypass and not even finishing my words, he cut me off and said that I only wanted the sleeve so that I can still eat whatever I want and what's it. He went on to saying how some woman came with concerns of nolonger eating rice and ice cream. Told me the hernia, dumping syndrome, gallbladder issues and the throwing up with daily sickness is a small price to pay for a overall successful weightloss and happiness and living. I won't lie, I tuned him out because by that point, he's not listening to me so everything else I say is pointless. They gave me a folder of their program which takes place for 3 months to just start the program. Classes mandatory to learn about the life change, culinary classes, other stuff that though was a good idea, they put in my FUCKING MEDICAL NOTES FOR A MANDATORY BYPASS. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Mt Aubern in Boston
Scheduled a appointment, filled out online paperwork and joined a online call from the head and eldest and one of the founders of that location from decades ago. He guides me asking simple and understandable questions, like do I smoke weed cause it induces hunger. He also told me that his practice, he believes in genes playing a major role in wieght gain.(HEAVELY IMPORTANT FOR LATER) he sent me a link to watch which is mandatory, but educate me about the three options, a touch of the history, the pros, the cons, the percents of success, fails, etc. Moving on, I on the phone meet up with a social worker who God forgive me, was unbearable. In short, she's the type that covers her assess throw paper work and it's her way or the high way. She tells me, condencendently that I have no choice but to go to her, everyone goes through her. She explains that while everything is being process, I'd need to wait 2 months til then. I waited two months aaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnd nothing. I've called them and God only knows why, their phone lines were disconnected. I've asked my pcp to reach out, nothing. 6 months later, I get a call from the social worker telling me in order to continue the program, I'd have to sign a waiver to have my social worker to share everything we talk about and it now has to be all about my wieght. She Never mentioned anything about that prior and it caught me off guard. I've asked what happened to the office and she claims she has No idea what I'm talking about. I've shared my feelings about the sudden process and she was saying " that's not my problem, I have it RIGHT HERE, I have it Right here you agreed to the waiver of your social worker and the discussions. We've talked about it and I have it right here that you've agreed to the steps" sounding snug, forcefully and uptight. All I hear from that is My Ass is Covered af and my rules my rule, and when something inevitably happens, MY ASS IS SAAAAAFFFEEEE, oh and too bad 🤷‍♂️
After speaking to my social worker about my concerns, I've called the sw back and told her I'm no longer interested. She said, " I'll pass the message" click*
MT Auburn in Waltham MA ( all in MA btw)
I've made a appointment after not getting anywhere and started to gain, I've asked my Dr office and ask for a recommendation for a comfortable, pleasant experience, I was told this place is excellent and nice. They sent me to Mt Auburn in Waltham. Walked in, pleasant af receptionist, Godforbit you're ruining their lunch( I'll explain in a bit) weigh in, walked in office, explained bit of my story, she took notes and asked questions. She then told me that I should eat lentils, that her other clients complain about eating that and she really pushes them to eat that and lots of protien powder, this is one of the things I don't like being compared with others left and right. She also advised me that I stead of eating with a TV on, to eat while there's nothing on. Few more mins and that makes one appointment. My next appoint I was told, extragerated that I cannot be late, I HAVE TO BE HERE EARLY AND ON TIME. Got there with the seriousness and the demand of being on time, mf receptionist ARE AT LUNCH. I have nothing against them having their break, but don't fucking demand me come here early to an empty receptionist, empty waiting room and the same Dr who DEMANDED THAT I COME EARLY SAW ME FROM THE HALL WAY AND IGNORED ME AFTER MAKING EYE CONTACT. waited essentially 20 min after my appointment and got seen by her. She essentially told me that everything I've been doing is Wrong. I've told her I've been using chickpea pasta, she nodded her head and said "nice, you should try whole wheat pasta" I told her that I don't do well with wheat in general, she simply said that I need to eat wheat. She gave me an annaligy that destroyed me
The body is the bank and food is money
The more money the bank has, the happier the bank is. The bank loves to hav3 money in its account, however, when the bank starts loosing money ( body loosing weight) the bank starts to panic and is going to hold on to as much money (cal) as it can.
I've tried to tell her my methods and habits and I was told that it's all bad, seriously bad. She advise me to eat a tv dinner lean cuisine, and gave me a pamphlet of what I needed to do. To explain, some of the methods was
Chick pea pasta, eat it twice a month
A hand full of peanuts as a snack
Eating low fat foods
There was a rebuttle for Everything!!!
Cheakpea=Needs to be wheat
Hand ful of peanuts, once a day=TOO MUCH FAT
Low fat foods=Not consuming enough protien shakes
I was also shamed that my meds, the big one, Clonidine .4mg causes weight gain and try to con me into Not taking it. When I told my family and friends the story, they all get disgusted and angry for me. The place essentially shamed me by saying it's a cause as to no matter how much I try, it promotes weight gain. It scared me to the point of skipping and going through withdrawals
When we finished, she saw the sadness in my face and asked if I'm alright and after I said yes, she said remember, the bank
I've forgot to mentioned that the fear chats is saying I'm gonna have a heart attack
ALL my problems involve ny wieght, litterally nothing much. Hell, i had a phycologist demand that I don't drink soda, insinuate that all my issues are involve with my wieght, even though she had a soda right next to her. Btw I don't like soda or surgury drinks. My current PHY wants to check my vitals for a AH HAH type move, asking for cholesterol, blood sugar and thyroid. It's serverly harming me both physically and mentally. It's got me so defeated and loss, I've essentially said Fuck it. No Dr is gonna hear me, no one wants to deal with me unless they're getting a pay day from my insurance. I've been told also that I've for got to mentioned, the last clinic says that genes doesn't mean anything. HOW THE FUCK DOES SAME HOSPITALS, DIFFERENT CLINICS SAY AND DO DIFFERENT THINGS?????
I've been told basically that anything without weightloss is pointless, ppl that I know that got the gastric bypass, a "sister" who got it gets sickly monthly, hernia, gallbladder, literally, she goes the hospital every month for a serious issue. It happens so much, we've lost track on how much. On top of that, she gained all that back and more, aaaannd still going through alot physically because of it. Before that, she was abit big, yes, but she never had any health issues, it more was an image issue
Someone I was a neighbor had the bypass, died of a heart attack by the age of 36
Me personally, my bloodpressure is 125/90(was 141/100)
Blood glucose 5.7 (was 6.0)
Thyroids are normal
I know and we'll aware my weight is dangerously high, however idk Genetics is helping in ways, and the reason I say that because and sadly, my Godbrother who's 33, slim/fit, works out and whatnot has diabetes type 2. He wasn't born with it and was Never big, he prob weigh bout 170
Someone else I know who's less than half my weight has hbp that's in the 160s, even going for at times 170+, he moves around and eats accordingly.
Majority of Dr's saying that everything is temporary and im fucked once I get older, meanwhile I have family in their 50s, 80s and 90s that are heavy set and doing very well aside from just the scale.
I will say that None of us are immobile, moving around feels natural and aside from having asthma that can trigger from stress, everything else is great honestly. No knee pains, no joint pains, in ways, flexible, and no family health issues.
We do encourage each other from not eating junk food or eating out. We all talk about what's on the nutrition facts and try to stay away from high sat fat, carbs and sugar. It's helped us in many ways, however with what was told to me by the "professionals" I honest to God gave up.......I gave up, I'm sorry
I'm not giving up like I wanna eat like Its going out of style or eat all the wrong things, but weighing myself every 2 months, counting every cal in meals to the point I'm having panic attacks and high anxiety that shuts me down mentally and not feeling like I'm living for myself, it's draining and tiring some by alot. I'm tired of looking for medical help since I'm getting different answers, different experiences, but being told the same be slim, be happy. Sad thing is my current phycologist tried to sell me on that by saying, lying imho " I have a few patients that got the surgery and they feel more energized and happy*. The second I said that a few ppl that had that is 6 ft under he shut that shit down way quickly. Im not being heard, I'm not being listened to. Why fucking Bother???
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2023.04.01 06:59 blah-blah-0010 After 18 years of trauma, I'm the happiest I have ever been.

Ever since I was born, my father was an alcoholic. So i never had a father figure in my life. My mother being frustrated didn't treat me rightly and unconciously was baised towards my older sister. Probably because my dad pretended to love me more than her. My sister at 13, showed me, a 3 year old, porn and had me addicted to it while she left it after an year. So i had a porn addiction for about 13 years of my life till the time I finally got rid of it. My whole childhood was fucked and i never got in touch with my emotions at all. Thought being sad was wrong and angry was the only emotion that is supposed to get out. I realised I was bisexual in around 10th grade and i had a very homophobic family. Didnt know that my sister was homophobic too. Came out to my mother, got bashed for trying too hard and came out to my sister an year later just to find out tht my mom was willing to accept me the way i am, it was just my sister who made her think that im just seeking attention. She took away my tv, my phone, my netflix and told me its just a phase. I got a boyfriend in 11th grade who helped open my eyes about how shitty my sister is. But later i realised that i was in a controlling, toxic relationship where the guy had tried to abuse me multiple times. During all that, I had impossible work load for a medical entrance exam and my father decided to make me realise that though he left alcohol 5 years ago, he still is a bad person. He slut shamed me, controlled what I should do and shouldnt, threatened to marry me off to someone next year on coming to know about my boyfriend. I went into severe depression, almost klled myself multiple times but survived. Then 5 days before my exam, he decided to show me that he is better dead than alive. He tried to hit my mom. Someone i had grown attatchment to in the past few months only because she saw how much pain I was in. He hated how much I started loving her. My sister already did obviously and he couldn't take it. He tried to hit her in a fight and i pushed him away from her. My sister had a panic attack in front of me after that. She's 8 years older but I was the one who had to sit next to her and calm her down and love her. After that one incident things started to get better. My sister and me grew closer than ever. She might not be too good of a person but she has her positives and I know she cares about me deeply. My mother and I are best friends and she understands me like no one else ( except for the bisexual thing, she doesnt know about that anymore) and I got into the best medical college in the state and moved there. My dad is still an ashole but he acts better when me and my sister aren't around. I have a best friend in college who I cant be more thankful for and I have a group of friends who actually care about me. I don't have a boyfriend but I feel so much more free being alone right now. I realised that I am the happiest I have ever been. No depression, no numbness, no self hurt, almost no anxiety, and no loneliness. I cant ask for anything more.
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2023.04.01 06:59 ThrowRA-wet-socks Not sure if my friend (19F) is manipulative or I (20M) am over analyzing

Hello Reddit, I (20m) met this girl (19f) , we’ll call Holly, a month and half ago in a study group for a class I’m in. We clicked instantly, and talking to her was very easy. Soon, I began spending a lot of time with her, hanging out for multiple hours almost every day. Her sense of humor was mostly mean spirited jokes, some of which rubbed me the wrong way, but I didn’t say anything. After about two weeks, we would start to have weekly arguments about pointless topics. If I was in the wrong, I would apologize and we would move on. If she was in the wrong, then she would make a flurry of excuses, and then once she eventually apologized, she would call herself the worst person in the world and talk about how terrible she is to the point I would have to offer reassurance. When it came to her mean spirited jokes, I would occasionally tell her to not joke about certain topics, to which she would apologize, and then joke about once or twice a week later. For example, I told her my father who I wasn’t close with passed away recently. The next day she made a joke about it, to which I voiced my disapproval. The following week she told me she thought of a joke but couldn’t tell me, and then proceeded to spill her joke that was about my dead father. She would also tell stories that sounded highly improbable, like how she was proficient with a bow after only a week and then almost became a junior Olympiad, or how she found dinosaur bones as a child that are now in a museum. Due to our weekly arguments and apologies, I was often left wondering if we were “ok.” Roughly one week ago, she told me a story about how she manipulated her best friends boyfriend into breaking up with her because they had become an annoying couple. Holly told me another story about how she was currently manipulating someone who had hurt one of her girl friends, but I’m not exactly sure how. After this hangout, I began to wonder if she was manipulating me in any way. After thinking it over, I came to the conclusion that she was, and decided to take a break from the friendship by telling her that I was busy with school work and couldn’t hang out for the next couple of days. Over the next couple of days I saw her in passing and made small conversation. On several of these days she asked if I wanted to study together, and that having a friend nearby would be good for her depression. I told her that I was busy, but could call anyone if she needed. Tonight, she texted and asked why I had been so distant for the past week, and if we were good. I told her that I had just been very busy with school work. Holly then claimed that I had kicked her out of my life entirely, and that she thought she was special enough for us to study together. She then apologized for her pity party, and asked for forgiveness. I texted that I don’t have the energy to respond and that I was busy, and blocked her. In hindsight, this was a dick move. A few minutes ago I received a text from a mutual friend telling me that I had hurt Holly and that I need to repair the relationship right now.
My question: Is she even manipulative? Am I an over analyzing asshole? What should I do, even when I’m not sure I want to continue being her friend?
TLDR: quickly became friends with someone who I now think is manipulative, tried to cut things off easily, but ended up cutting her off and blocking her. Now wondering if I’m an asshole and if she was even manipulative in the first place, or if I’m still being manipulated.
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2023.04.01 06:59 welcometotheNHJay 29 [M4F] Australia/Anywhere - spread some cheese on this lonely cracker.

Hey, I'm Jay.
I feel things very deeply, probably too deeply ahah I'm pretty lame and awkward but I try my best.
I love video games a lot, I know I know typical but they can just be so incredible. Sucker for beautiful worlds and soundtracks some of my fav games would be Persona 4, Nier, The Last of Us, Bioshock Infinite, Final Fantasy X and Bloodborne.
I'm also an anime and manga enjoyer - Naruto has a special place in my heart as it's what made me love anime. Berserk is my favourite manga, I even have a tattoo from it :)
Big fan of music, mostly sad stuff that makes you feel! I try to get out to a concert at least once a month. Lately I've been smashing these bands out Movements, Circa Survive, La Dispute, Deftones, stuff like that. Although Mac Miller is my fav artist overall, I relate to him so much. Also really love parking up somewhere by myself and blasting music to get in my feels.
I'm pretty mentally chill (BPD and the big sad but I'm in a decent place atm and will listen and support you if you're down!)
What I'm looking for is someone, kind, caring, sweet, all that good shit. Don't mind where you're from - who knows what could happen. Massive weakness for girls with coloured hair ahah but not a requirement!
Well here's my head - https://imgur.com/a/GeZF2UX https://imgur.com/a/ydnHqEx
Thanks for reading, send me your face and your favourite meme :)
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2023.04.01 06:58 Conscious-Border-498 I gave up

I'm essentially giving up, I'm tired as fuck as being told and sold this promise bullshit of the surgerys and the methods that I am trying that it's pointless and effortless and regardless of who I am, genes or anything else, I'm going to be shackled by my wieght and I'm definently going to die, no if, no buts, nothing. I'm going to share my experiences and why I am comming to this decision.
I am and I am well, fully well aware of my situation, my chances and the risks, however, I do not like being fear mongled, lied to, discouraged and used as a fucking lab rat or a permanent source of money. I am 30m, 509 as of today. I suffer from PTSD, Depression, anxiety, S.A.D. I'm using a different acc from my original but I am gonna explain a bit of my story. My highest weight was 576. During that time, this was about 5 to 6 yrs ago, I started to develop my ptsd, Depression when I ran out of my meds and my doctors refused to refill, I hit a massive crisis moment. I've lost 6 months staying inside, gaining, my mind went everywhere, demons resurfaced and I was alone. Essentially my best friend (bro) was there and helped me regained some sense and eventually, my Dr decided to refill my meds and things started to get back on track for me. I started on my weightloss journey from there and made alot a process
On a better tl:Dr for my journey, changing my meds, watching shows and learning about nutrition, calories, vitimans and portions. Cut down on alot of foods, frozen, takeout, junk, and implemented a routine that got me down to 487.
I was hitting a pleateu and decided and accepted that further help would be needed, now here's where the bullshit
BMC (Boston Medical Center)
Me and my brother went to a appointment for possible gastric sleeve that I've heard about soo much from my 600 lb life. I was interested because from what I was told by the doctored, it takes out the majority of the stomach and the big part that releases the hunger hormone that makes some eat. Did a weigh in, sat down with the surgeon assistant and things went down hill from there. We was discussing the three surgeries, bypass, sleeve and band. The pros, the cons, risk, success rates, etc. I explain how I'd like the gastric sleeve. He looked at me and strongly advise the gastric bypass because
it's more successful, long term, permanent and in his words, actually work
I've explain my concern and my feelings against the bypass and not even finishing my words, he cut me off and said that I only wanted the sleeve so that I can still eat whatever I want and what's it. He went on to saying how some woman came with concerns of nolonger eating rice and ice cream. Told me the hernia, dumping syndrome, gallbladder issues and the throwing up with daily sickness is a small price to pay for a overall successful weightloss and happiness and living. I won't lie, I tuned him out because by that point, he's not listening to me so everything else I say is pointless. They gave me a folder of their program which takes place for 3 months to just start the program. Classes mandatory to learn about the life change, culinary classes, other stuff that though was a good idea, they put in my FUCKING MEDICAL NOTES FOR A MANDATORY BYPASS. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Mt Aubern in Boston
Scheduled a appointment, filled out online paperwork and joined a online call from the head and eldest and one of the founders of that location from decades ago. He guides me asking simple and understandable questions, like do I smoke weed cause it induces hunger. He also told me that his practice, he believes in genes playing a major role in wieght gain.(HEAVELY IMPORTANT FOR LATER) he sent me a link to watch which is mandatory, but educate me about the three options, a touch of the history, the pros, the cons, the percents of success, fails, etc. Moving on, I on the phone meet up with a social worker who God forgive me, was unbearable. In short, she's the type that covers her assess throw paper work and it's her way or the high way. She tells me, condencendently that I have no choice but to go to her, everyone goes through her. She explains that while everything is being process, I'd need to wait 2 months til then. I waited two months aaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnd nothing. I've called them and God only knows why, their phone lines were disconnected. I've asked my pcp to reach out, nothing. 6 months later, I get a call from the social worker telling me in order to continue the program, I'd have to sign a waiver to have my social worker to share everything we talk about and it now has to be all about my wieght. She Never mentioned anything about that prior and it caught me off guard. I've asked what happened to the office and she claims she has No idea what I'm talking about. I've shared my feelings about the sudden process and she was saying " that's not my problem, I have it RIGHT HERE, I have it Right here you agreed to the waiver of your social worker and the discussions. We've talked about it and I have it right here that you've agreed to the steps" sounding snug, forcefully and uptight. All I hear from that is My Ass is Covered af and my rules my rule, and when something inevitably happens, MY ASS IS SAAAAAFFFEEEE, oh and too bad 🤷‍♂️
After speaking to my social worker about my concerns, I've called the sw back and told her I'm no longer interested. She said, " I'll pass the message" click*
MT Auburn in Waltham MA ( all in MA btw)
I've made a appointment after not getting anywhere and started to gain, I've asked my Dr office and ask for a recommendation for a comfortable, pleasant experience, I was told this place is excellent and nice. They sent me to Mt Auburn in Waltham. Walked in, pleasant af receptionist, Godforbit you're ruining their lunch( I'll explain in a bit) weigh in, walked in office, explained bit of my story, she took notes and asked questions. She then told me that I should eat lentils, that her other clients complain about eating that and she really pushes them to eat that and lots of protien powder, this is one of the things I don't like being compared with others left and right. She also advised me that I stead of eating with a TV on, to eat while there's nothing on. Few more mins and that makes one appointment. My next appoint I was told, extragerated that I cannot be late, I HAVE TO BE HERE EARLY AND ON TIME. Got there with the seriousness and the demand of being on time, mf receptionist ARE AT LUNCH. I have nothing against them having their break, but don't fucking demand me come here early to an empty receptionist, empty waiting room and the same Dr who DEMANDED THAT I COME EARLY SAW ME FROM THE HALL WAY AND IGNORED ME AFTER MAKING EYE CONTACT. waited essentially 20 min after my appointment and got seen by her. She essentially told me that everything I've been doing is Wrong. I've told her I've been using chickpea pasta, she nodded her head and said "nice, you should try whole wheat pasta" I told her that I don't do well with wheat in general, she simply said that I need to eat wheat. She gave me an annaligy that destroyed me
The body is the bank and food is money
The more money the bank has, the happier the bank is. The bank loves to hav3 money in its account, however, when the bank starts loosing money ( body loosing weight) the bank starts to panic and is going to hold on to as much money (cal) as it can.
I've tried to tell her my methods and habits and I was told that it's all bad, seriously bad. She advise me to eat a tv dinner lean cuisine, and gave me a pamphlet of what I needed to do. To explain, some of the methods was
Chick pea pasta, eat it twice a month
A hand full of peanuts as a snack
Eating low fat foods
There was a rebuttle for Everything!!!
Cheakpea=Needs to be wheat
Hand ful of peanuts, once a day=TOO MUCH FAT
Low fat foods=Not consuming enough protien shakes
I was also shamed that my meds, the big one, Clonidine .4mg causes weight gain and try to con me into Not taking it. When I told my family and friends the story, they all get disgusted and angry for me. The place essentially shamed me by saying it's a cause as to no matter how much I try, it promotes weight gain. It scared me to the point of skipping and going through withdrawals
When we finished, she saw the sadness in my face and asked if I'm alright and after I said yes, she said remember, the bank
I've forgot to mentioned that the fear chats is saying I'm gonna have a heart attack
ALL my problems involve ny wieght, litterally nothing much. Hell, i had a phycologist demand that I don't drink soda, insinuate that all my issues are involve with my wieght, even though she had a soda right next to her. Btw I don't like soda or surgury drinks. My current PHY wants to check my vitals for a AH HAH type move, asking for cholesterol, blood sugar and thyroid. It's serverly harming me both physically and mentally. It's got me so defeated and loss, I've essentially said Fuck it. No Dr is gonna hear me, no one wants to deal with me unless they're getting a pay day from my insurance. I've been told also that I've for got to mentioned, the last clinic says that genes doesn't mean anything. HOW THE FUCK DOES SAME HOSPITALS, DIFFERENT CLINICS SAY AND DO DIFFERENT THINGS?????
I've been told basically that anything without weightloss is pointless, ppl that I know that got the gastric bypass, a "sister" who got it gets sickly monthly, hernia, gallbladder, literally, she goes the hospital every month for a serious issue. It happens so much, we've lost track on how much. On top of that, she gained all that back and more, aaaannd still going through alot physically because of it. Before that, she was abit big, yes, but she never had any health issues, it more was an image issue
Someone I was a neighbor had the bypass, died of a heart attack by the age of 36
Me personally, my bloodpressure is 125/90(was 141/100)
Blood glucose 5.7 (was 6.0)
Thyroids are normal
I know and we'll aware my weight is dangerously high, however idk Genetics is helping in ways, and the reason I say that because and sadly, my Godbrother who's 33, slim/fit, works out and whatnot has diabetes type 2. He wasn't born with it and was Never big, he prob weigh bout 170
Someone else I know who's less than half my weight has hbp that's in the 160s, even going for at times 170+, he moves around and eats accordingly.
Majority of Dr's saying that everything is temporary and im fucked once I get older, meanwhile I have family in their 50s, 80s and 90s that are heavy set and doing very well aside from just the scale.
I will say that None of us are immobile, moving around feels natural and aside from having asthma that can trigger from stress, everything else is great honestly. No knee pains, no joint pains, in ways, flexible, and no family health issues.
We do encourage each other from not eating junk food or eating out. We all talk about what's on the nutrition facts and try to stay away from high sat fat, carbs and sugar. It's helped us in many ways, however with what was told to me by the "professionals" I honest to God gave up.......I gave up, I'm sorry
I'm not giving up like I wanna eat like Its going out of style or eat all the wrong things, but weighing myself every 2 months, counting every cal in meals to the point I'm having panic attacks and high anxiety that shuts me down mentally and not feeling like I'm living for myself, it's draining and tiring some by alot. I'm tired of looking for medical help since I'm getting different answers, different experiences, but being told the same be slim, be happy. Sad thing is my current phycologist tried to sell me on that by saying, lying imho " I have a few patients that got the surgery and they feel more energized and happy*. The second I said that a few ppl that had that is 6 ft under he shut that shit down way quickly. Im not being heard, I'm not being listened to. Why fucking Bother???
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2023.04.01 06:58 Conscious-Border-498 I gave up

I'm essentially giving up, I'm tired as fuck as being told and sold this promise bullshit of the surgerys and the methods that I am trying that it's pointless and effortless and regardless of who I am, genes or anything else, I'm going to be shackled by my wieght and I'm definently going to die, no if, no buts, nothing. I'm going to share my experiences and why I am comming to this decision.
I am and I am well, fully well aware of my situation, my chances and the risks, however, I do not like being fear mongled, lied to, discouraged and used as a fucking lab rat or a permanent source of money. I am 30m, 509 as of today. I suffer from PTSD, Depression, anxiety, S.A.D. I'm using a different acc from my original but I am gonna explain a bit of my story. My highest weight was 576. During that time, this was about 5 to 6 yrs ago, I started to develop my ptsd, Depression when I ran out of my meds and my doctors refused to refill, I hit a massive crisis moment. I've lost 6 months staying inside, gaining, my mind went everywhere, demons resurfaced and I was alone. Essentially my best friend (bro) was there and helped me regained some sense and eventually, my Dr decided to refill my meds and things started to get back on track for me. I started on my weightloss journey from there and made alot a process
On a better tl:Dr for my journey, changing my meds, watching shows and learning about nutrition, calories, vitimans and portions. Cut down on alot of foods, frozen, takeout, junk, and implemented a routine that got me down to 487.
I was hitting a pleateu and decided and accepted that further help would be needed, now here's where the bullshit
BMC (Boston Medical Center)
Me and my brother went to a appointment for possible gastric sleeve that I've heard about soo much from my 600 lb life. I was interested because from what I was told by the doctored, it takes out the majority of the stomach and the big part that releases the hunger hormone that makes some eat. Did a weigh in, sat down with the surgeon assistant and things went down hill from there. We was discussing the three surgeries, bypass, sleeve and band. The pros, the cons, risk, success rates, etc. I explain how I'd like the gastric sleeve. He looked at me and strongly advise the gastric bypass because
it's more successful, long term, permanent and in his words, actually work
I've explain my concern and my feelings against the bypass and not even finishing my words, he cut me off and said that I only wanted the sleeve so that I can still eat whatever I want and what's it. He went on to saying how some woman came with concerns of nolonger eating rice and ice cream. Told me the hernia, dumping syndrome, gallbladder issues and the throwing up with daily sickness is a small price to pay for a overall successful weightloss and happiness and living. I won't lie, I tuned him out because by that point, he's not listening to me so everything else I say is pointless. They gave me a folder of their program which takes place for 3 months to just start the program. Classes mandatory to learn about the life change, culinary classes, other stuff that though was a good idea, they put in my FUCKING MEDICAL NOTES FOR A MANDATORY BYPASS. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Mt Aubern in Boston
Scheduled a appointment, filled out online paperwork and joined a online call from the head and eldest and one of the founders of that location from decades ago. He guides me asking simple and understandable questions, like do I smoke weed cause it induces hunger. He also told me that his practice, he believes in genes playing a major role in wieght gain.(HEAVELY IMPORTANT FOR LATER) he sent me a link to watch which is mandatory, but educate me about the three options, a touch of the history, the pros, the cons, the percents of success, fails, etc. Moving on, I on the phone meet up with a social worker who God forgive me, was unbearable. In short, she's the type that covers her assess throw paper work and it's her way or the high way. She tells me, condencendently that I have no choice but to go to her, everyone goes through her. She explains that while everything is being process, I'd need to wait 2 months til then. I waited two months aaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnd nothing. I've called them and God only knows why, their phone lines were disconnected. I've asked my pcp to reach out, nothing. 6 months later, I get a call from the social worker telling me in order to continue the program, I'd have to sign a waiver to have my social worker to share everything we talk about and it now has to be all about my wieght. She Never mentioned anything about that prior and it caught me off guard. I've asked what happened to the office and she claims she has No idea what I'm talking about. I've shared my feelings about the sudden process and she was saying " that's not my problem, I have it RIGHT HERE, I have it Right here you agreed to the waiver of your social worker and the discussions. We've talked about it and I have it right here that you've agreed to the steps" sounding snug, forcefully and uptight. All I hear from that is My Ass is Covered af and my rules my rule, and when something inevitably happens, MY ASS IS SAAAAAFFFEEEE, oh and too bad 🤷‍♂️
After speaking to my social worker about my concerns, I've called the sw back and told her I'm no longer interested. She said, " I'll pass the message" click*
MT Auburn in Waltham MA ( all in MA btw)
I've made a appointment after not getting anywhere and started to gain, I've asked my Dr office and ask for a recommendation for a comfortable, pleasant experience, I was told this place is excellent and nice. They sent me to Mt Auburn in Waltham. Walked in, pleasant af receptionist, Godforbit you're ruining their lunch( I'll explain in a bit) weigh in, walked in office, explained bit of my story, she took notes and asked questions. She then told me that I should eat lentils, that her other clients complain about eating that and she really pushes them to eat that and lots of protien powder, this is one of the things I don't like being compared with others left and right. She also advised me that I stead of eating with a TV on, to eat while there's nothing on. Few more mins and that makes one appointment. My next appoint I was told, extragerated that I cannot be late, I HAVE TO BE HERE EARLY AND ON TIME. Got there with the seriousness and the demand of being on time, mf receptionist ARE AT LUNCH. I have nothing against them having their break, but don't fucking demand me come here early to an empty receptionist, empty waiting room and the same Dr who DEMANDED THAT I COME EARLY SAW ME FROM THE HALL WAY AND IGNORED ME AFTER MAKING EYE CONTACT. waited essentially 20 min after my appointment and got seen by her. She essentially told me that everything I've been doing is Wrong. I've told her I've been using chickpea pasta, she nodded her head and said "nice, you should try whole wheat pasta" I told her that I don't do well with wheat in general, she simply said that I need to eat wheat. She gave me an annaligy that destroyed me
The body is the bank and food is money
The more money the bank has, the happier the bank is. The bank loves to hav3 money in its account, however, when the bank starts loosing money ( body loosing weight) the bank starts to panic and is going to hold on to as much money (cal) as it can.
I've tried to tell her my methods and habits and I was told that it's all bad, seriously bad. She advise me to eat a tv dinner lean cuisine, and gave me a pamphlet of what I needed to do. To explain, some of the methods was
Chick pea pasta, eat it twice a month
A hand full of peanuts as a snack
Eating low fat foods
There was a rebuttle for Everything!!!
Cheakpea=Needs to be wheat
Hand ful of peanuts, once a day=TOO MUCH FAT
Low fat foods=Not consuming enough protien shakes
I was also shamed that my meds, the big one, Clonidine .4mg causes weight gain and try to con me into Not taking it. When I told my family and friends the story, they all get disgusted and angry for me. The place essentially shamed me by saying it's a cause as to no matter how much I try, it promotes weight gain. It scared me to the point of skipping and going through withdrawals
When we finished, she saw the sadness in my face and asked if I'm alright and after I said yes, she said remember, the bank
I've forgot to mentioned that the fear chats is saying I'm gonna have a heart attack
ALL my problems involve ny wieght, litterally nothing much. Hell, i had a phycologist demand that I don't drink soda, insinuate that all my issues are involve with my wieght, even though she had a soda right next to her. Btw I don't like soda or surgury drinks. My current PHY wants to check my vitals for a AH HAH type move, asking for cholesterol, blood sugar and thyroid. It's serverly harming me both physically and mentally. It's got me so defeated and loss, I've essentially said Fuck it. No Dr is gonna hear me, no one wants to deal with me unless they're getting a pay day from my insurance. I've been told also that I've for got to mentioned, the last clinic says that genes doesn't mean anything. HOW THE FUCK DOES SAME HOSPITALS, DIFFERENT CLINICS SAY AND DO DIFFERENT THINGS?????
I've been told basically that anything without weightloss is pointless, ppl that I know that got the gastric bypass, a "sister" who got it gets sickly monthly, hernia, gallbladder, literally, she goes the hospital every month for a serious issue. It happens so much, we've lost track on how much. On top of that, she gained all that back and more, aaaannd still going through alot physically because of it. Before that, she was abit big, yes, but she never had any health issues, it more was an image issue
Someone I was a neighbor had the bypass, died of a heart attack by the age of 36
Me personally, my bloodpressure is 125/90(was 141/100)
Blood glucose 5.7 (was 6.0)
Thyroids are normal
I know and we'll aware my weight is dangerously high, however idk Genetics is helping in ways, and the reason I say that because and sadly, my Godbrother who's 33, slim/fit, works out and whatnot has diabetes type 2. He wasn't born with it and was Never big, he prob weigh bout 170
Someone else I know who's less than half my weight has hbp that's in the 160s, even going for at times 170+, he moves around and eats accordingly.
Majority of Dr's saying that everything is temporary and im fucked once I get older, meanwhile I have family in their 50s, 80s and 90s that are heavy set and doing very well aside from just the scale.
I will say that None of us are immobile, moving around feels natural and aside from having asthma that can trigger from stress, everything else is great honestly. No knee pains, no joint pains, in ways, flexible, and no family health issues.
We do encourage each other from not eating junk food or eating out. We all talk about what's on the nutrition facts and try to stay away from high sat fat, carbs and sugar. It's helped us in many ways, however with what was told to me by the "professionals" I honest to God gave up.......I gave up, I'm sorry
I'm not giving up like I wanna eat like Its going out of style or eat all the wrong things, but weighing myself every 2 months, counting every cal in meals to the point I'm having panic attacks and high anxiety that shuts me down mentally and not feeling like I'm living for myself, it's draining and tiring some by alot. I'm tired of looking for medical help since I'm getting different answers, different experiences, but being told the same be slim, be happy. Sad thing is my current phycologist tried to sell me on that by saying, lying imho " I have a few patients that got the surgery and they feel more energized and happy*. The second I said that a few ppl that had that is 6 ft under he shut that shit down way quickly. Im not being heard, I'm not being listened to. Why fucking Bother???
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2023.04.01 06:58 MonochroMayhem Need help with my recycling bins

I was at work while the tornado warning was going down. My partner has moved here from Arizona and he’s not used to the winds being this intense.
He couldn’t retrieve the recycling bins both because they blew away and because the winds were frightening to them. This is their first time dealing with tornado winds so I can get the fear— it would be like one of the native Iowans experiencing the tiniest earthquake out west.
What should I do about my bins? I live near Coe and I’m not sure if asking the neighbors if I’ve seen the bins is the best option.
PS. They’re the big rolly bins, not the tiny boxy fuckers.
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2023.04.01 06:57 Conscious-Border-498 I'm giving up on trying to loose weight

I'm essentially giving up, I'm tired as fuck as being told and sold this promise bullshit of the surgerys and the methods that I am trying that it's pointless and effortless and regardless of who I am, genes or anything else, I'm going to be shackled by my wieght and I'm definently going to die, no if, no buts, nothing. I'm going to share my experiences and why I am comming to this decision.
I am and I am well, fully well aware of my situation, my chances and the risks, however, I do not like being fear mongled, lied to, discouraged and used as a fucking lab rat or a permanent source of money. I am 30m, 509 as of today. I suffer from PTSD, Depression, anxiety, S.A.D. I'm using a different acc from my original but I am gonna explain a bit of my story. My highest weight was 576. During that time, this was about 5 to 6 yrs ago, I started to develop my ptsd, Depression when I ran out of my meds and my doctors refused to refill, I hit a massive crisis moment. I've lost 6 months staying inside, gaining, my mind went everywhere, demons resurfaced and I was alone. Essentially my best friend (bro) was there and helped me regained some sense and eventually, my Dr decided to refill my meds and things started to get back on track for me. I started on my weightloss journey from there and made alot a process
On a better tl:Dr for my journey, changing my meds, watching shows and learning about nutrition, calories, vitimans and portions. Cut down on alot of foods, frozen, takeout, junk, and implemented a routine that got me down to 487.
I was hitting a pleateu and decided and accepted that further help would be needed, now here's where the bullshit
BMC (Boston Medical Center)
Me and my brother went to a appointment for possible gastric sleeve that I've heard about soo much from my 600 lb life. I was interested because from what I was told by the doctored, it takes out the majority of the stomach and the big part that releases the hunger hormone that makes some eat. Did a weigh in, sat down with the surgeon assistant and things went down hill from there. We was discussing the three surgeries, bypass, sleeve and band. The pros, the cons, risk, success rates, etc. I explain how I'd like the gastric sleeve. He looked at me and strongly advise the gastric bypass because
it's more successful, long term, permanent and in his words, actually work
I've explain my concern and my feelings against the bypass and not even finishing my words, he cut me off and said that I only wanted the sleeve so that I can still eat whatever I want and what's it. He went on to saying how some woman came with concerns of nolonger eating rice and ice cream. Told me the hernia, dumping syndrome, gallbladder issues and the throwing up with daily sickness is a small price to pay for a overall successful weightloss and happiness and living. I won't lie, I tuned him out because by that point, he's not listening to me so everything else I say is pointless. They gave me a folder of their program which takes place for 3 months to just start the program. Classes mandatory to learn about the life change, culinary classes, other stuff that though was a good idea, they put in my FUCKING MEDICAL NOTES FOR A MANDATORY BYPASS. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Mt Aubern in Boston
Scheduled a appointment, filled out online paperwork and joined a online call from the head and eldest and one of the founders of that location from decades ago. He guides me asking simple and understandable questions, like do I smoke weed cause it induces hunger. He also told me that his practice, he believes in genes playing a major role in wieght gain.(HEAVELY IMPORTANT FOR LATER) he sent me a link to watch which is mandatory, but educate me about the three options, a touch of the history, the pros, the cons, the percents of success, fails, etc. Moving on, I on the phone meet up with a social worker who God forgive me, was unbearable. In short, she's the type that covers her assess throw paper work and it's her way or the high way. She tells me, condencendently that I have no choice but to go to her, everyone goes through her. She explains that while everything is being process, I'd need to wait 2 months til then. I waited two months aaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnd nothing. I've called them and God only knows why, their phone lines were disconnected. I've asked my pcp to reach out, nothing. 6 months later, I get a call from the social worker telling me in order to continue the program, I'd have to sign a waiver to have my social worker to share everything we talk about and it now has to be all about my wieght. She Never mentioned anything about that prior and it caught me off guard. I've asked what happened to the office and she claims she has No idea what I'm talking about. I've shared my feelings about the sudden process and she was saying " that's not my problem, I have it RIGHT HERE, I have it Right here you agreed to the waiver of your social worker and the discussions. We've talked about it and I have it right here that you've agreed to the steps" sounding snug, forcefully and uptight. All I hear from that is My Ass is Covered af and my rules my rule, and when something inevitably happens, MY ASS IS SAAAAAFFFEEEE, oh and too bad 🤷‍♂️
After speaking to my social worker about my concerns, I've called the sw back and told her I'm no longer interested. She said, " I'll pass the message" click*
MT Auburn in Waltham MA ( all in MA btw)
I've made a appointment after not getting anywhere and started to gain, I've asked my Dr office and ask for a recommendation for a comfortable, pleasant experience, I was told this place is excellent and nice. They sent me to Mt Auburn in Waltham. Walked in, pleasant af receptionist, Godforbit you're ruining their lunch( I'll explain in a bit) weigh in, walked in office, explained bit of my story, she took notes and asked questions. She then told me that I should eat lentils, that her other clients complain about eating that and she really pushes them to eat that and lots of protien powder, this is one of the things I don't like being compared with others left and right. She also advised me that I stead of eating with a TV on, to eat while there's nothing on. Few more mins and that makes one appointment. My next appoint I was told, extragerated that I cannot be late, I HAVE TO BE HERE EARLY AND ON TIME. Got there with the seriousness and the demand of being on time, mf receptionist ARE AT LUNCH. I have nothing against them having their break, but don't fucking demand me come here early to an empty receptionist, empty waiting room and the same Dr who DEMANDED THAT I COME EARLY SAW ME FROM THE HALL WAY AND IGNORED ME AFTER MAKING EYE CONTACT. waited essentially 20 min after my appointment and got seen by her. She essentially told me that everything I've been doing is Wrong. I've told her I've been using chickpea pasta, she nodded her head and said "nice, you should try whole wheat pasta" I told her that I don't do well with wheat in general, she simply said that I need to eat wheat. She gave me an annaligy that destroyed me
The body is the bank and food is money
The more money the bank has, the happier the bank is. The bank loves to hav3 money in its account, however, when the bank starts loosing money ( body loosing weight) the bank starts to panic and is going to hold on to as much money (cal) as it can.
I've tried to tell her my methods and habits and I was told that it's all bad, seriously bad. She advise me to eat a tv dinner lean cuisine, and gave me a pamphlet of what I needed to do. To explain, some of the methods was
Chick pea pasta, eat it twice a month
A hand full of peanuts as a snack
Eating low fat foods
There was a rebuttle for Everything!!!
Cheakpea=Needs to be wheat
Hand ful of peanuts, once a day=TOO MUCH FAT
Low fat foods=Not consuming enough protien shakes
I was also shamed that my meds, the big one, Clonidine .4mg causes weight gain and try to con me into Not taking it. When I told my family and friends the story, they all get disgusted and angry for me. The place essentially shamed me by saying it's a cause as to no matter how much I try, it promotes weight gain. It scared me to the point of skipping and going through withdrawals
When we finished, she saw the sadness in my face and asked if I'm alright and after I said yes, she said remember, the bank
I've forgot to mentioned that the fear chats is saying I'm gonna have a heart attack
ALL my problems involve ny wieght, litterally nothing much. Hell, i had a phycologist demand that I don't drink soda, insinuate that all my issues are involve with my wieght, even though she had a soda right next to her. Btw I don't like soda or surgury drinks. My current PHY wants to check my vitals for a AH HAH type move, asking for cholesterol, blood sugar and thyroid. It's serverly harming me both physically and mentally. It's got me so defeated and loss, I've essentially said Fuck it. No Dr is gonna hear me, no one wants to deal with me unless they're getting a pay day from my insurance. I've been told also that I've for got to mentioned, the last clinic says that genes doesn't mean anything. HOW THE FUCK DOES SAME HOSPITALS, DIFFERENT CLINICS SAY AND DO DIFFERENT THINGS?????
I've been told basically that anything without weightloss is pointless, ppl that I know that got the gastric bypass, a "sister" who got it gets sickly monthly, hernia, gallbladder, literally, she goes the hospital every month for a serious issue. It happens so much, we've lost track on how much. On top of that, she gained all that back and more, aaaannd still going through alot physically because of it. Before that, she was abit big, yes, but she never had any health issues, it more was an image issue
Someone I was a neighbor had the bypass, died of a heart attack by the age of 36
Me personally, my bloodpressure is 125/90(was 141/100)
Blood glucose 5.7 (was 6.0)
Thyroids are normal
I know and we'll aware my weight is dangerously high, however idk Genetics is helping in ways, and the reason I say that because and sadly, my Godbrother who's 33, slim/fit, works out and whatnot has diabetes type 2. He wasn't born with it and was Never big, he prob weigh bout 170
Someone else I know who's less than half my weight has hbp that's in the 160s, even going for at times 170+, he moves around and eats accordingly.
Majority of Dr's saying that everything is temporary and im fucked once I get older, meanwhile I have family in their 50s, 80s and 90s that are heavy set and doing very well aside from just the scale.
I will say that None of us are immobile, moving around feels natural and aside from having asthma that can trigger from stress, everything else is great honestly. No knee pains, no joint pains, in ways, flexible, and no family health issues.
We do encourage each other from not eating junk food or eating out. We all talk about what's on the nutrition facts and try to stay away from high sat fat, carbs and sugar. It's helped us in many ways, however with what was told to me by the "professionals" I honest to God gave up.......I gave up, I'm sorry
I'm not giving up like I wanna eat like Its going out of style or eat all the wrong things, but weighing myself every 2 months, counting every cal in meals to the point I'm having panic attacks and high anxiety that shuts me down mentally and not feeling like I'm living for myself, it's draining and tiring some by alot. I'm tired of looking for medical help since I'm getting different answers, different experiences, but being told the same be slim, be happy. Sad thing is my current phycologist tried to sell me on that by saying, lying imho " I have a few patients that got the surgery and they feel more energized and happy*. The second I said that a few ppl that had that is 6 ft under he shut that shit down way quickly. Im not being heard, I'm not being listened to. Why fucking Bother???
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2023.04.01 06:57 y-mma advice for transporting villagers

advice for transporting villagers
So i got 5 zombie villagers in this 2 block deep whole under all that dirt, i kinda messed up and didnt transport the live villagers before infecting them to my base near my trading hall, my base is about 200 blocks away straight path, how do yall suggest i transport them without them ambushing me/losing one or two. Im thinking i wait till night let them free and let them follow me to my base where i have another hole waiting for them.i also need to safely cure them without them infecting each other again.
https://preview.redd.it/6z9sqsekf7ra1.png?width=1753&format=png&auto=webp&s=5bc1b109bc4fde34e4260b89ad7c11772eedafd5
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2023.04.01 06:57 wastedtime32 I’ve lost almost all faith in the direction of this AI boom.

It’s becoming more and more clear that those at the vanguard of this Ai boom are woefully ignorant to its true implications. Reading many of their comments they seem to just treat this as if we can seamlessly transition into this post-scarcity transhumanist world they envision. Abstract notions about “democratic priorities” and “talks with governing bodies”; at best ignorant and short sidedness, at worst it’s misleading and deeply nefarious. I see in many ML (or tech in general) spaces on the internet how “Luddite” has come to be instantly thrown at anyone who raises any ethical or political or economic concerns. It’s getting out of hand and frankly this is precisely what I expected. I greatly fear for the future. The externalities are SEVERE and INEVITABLE and they ignore them for the sake of further concentrating wealth and power to make the world just the way they want it and it’s the best way and those who think otherwise are simply in the way of “progress.” These people are not psychologists or socialists or political scientists or policy experts or economists or ethicists and they are definitely not average working class people who’s job and social and subsequently psychological status quo are entirely threatened. The vast majority of people simply are not ready for this yet this thought is if no concern to those in control.
It’s a few specialized experts who now hold the world in their hand and none of us have any say. What could go wrong? The irony of the underlying notions of egalitarianism and individual right and anti-authoritarian sentiment of many of these people is astounding. Forcefully upending the status quo of society as a whole as a tiny minority of hyper wealthy privileged individuals. This is as bourgeois as it gets. It’s ALL of our lives they are playing with and it’s just a game to them.
The “horse and buggy” analogy is absurd and I’m tired of seeing that as their only rebuttal. It’s just blind faith that things will “figure themselves out”. No, it’s our job COLLECTIVELY to keep things in order. On one hand they say the goal is to eliminate work and scarcity all together… then they say that no jobs are threatened because it will simply create more. This is schizophrenic double-think. I do not trust them to have anyone’s best interests in mind except their own. Fuck all the rhetoric about changing the world for the better blah blah. This is a disaster waiting to happen. Trust me, as someone who doesn’t spend much time at all in futurists spaces when I say that people who don’t have a vested interest in Ai (whether that be financially or emotionally) know that the threat is MORE than clear. I am really really really scared.
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2023.04.01 06:57 HugeDinoDick 22 [M4F] Saw this sub and thought it would be a fun place to meet new people and be social while still being open to being flirty :))

I’m looking to try and make an effort to meet people and have more conversations I have a large range of hobbies from gardening to anime to writing to weightlifting/fitness and much more that’s too much to list feel free to ask about anything that isn’t listed on my profile
I’m open to all kinds of different types of conversations all I ask is that you’re over 18 but other than that everyone is welcome I’ll do my best to answer everyone who wants to chat but bare with me I’m new to Reddit and figuring it out still
PS: if you’re shy or have anxiety or anything it’s okay :)) I’ll lead the conversation
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2023.04.01 06:57 omegacluster Album Anniversary List 2023-04-01

Today's anniversaries are:
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2023.04.01 06:57 Cute_Clothes_6010 How to talk to grandparents so that they will listen

I’m staying with my parents for a week. I have an 8week old and a 3 year old toddler. My husband is gone on a long weekend. We’re happy to stay with my parents, they’re loving and helpful. My toddler loves them, however he’s a raging threenager and with new baby, he’s pushing boundaries even more.
My problem is my parents harp on him ALL. THE. TIME. “Say please!” “No! Don’t do that!” “What did we say? You need to listen!” “Stop! Now!” Just so much negative reinforcement when I’ve raised him to respond positive reinforcement. And he’s three! He’s going through a big change and daddy’s gone, so we just can’t expect him to be perfect.
My biggest pet peeve has been my parents printing him to “say please” to everything. Of course I want him to be kind and polite. I don’t let him demand or whine constantly, but pick your battles, you know? One example was my son was in his booster seat, strapped in, and he finished his dessert (after a pretty great dinner!). He was ready to go to the bath where grandma was waiting. I’m nursing baby in the room next to the table, and my dad is at the table with toddler. My toddler says “I need help.” He’s not whining, or screaming, just asking to get out of his booster seat. My dad doesn’t move. My son asks again, and my dad responds “I need help…whaaat? What’s the magic word??” I lost it. I called out, “Dad! He doesn’t need to say please! He’s asking for help nicely!” He proceeds to get up and release the toddler who runs straight to his bath!
This is day one. How do I survive this? How do I handle comments like “in certain situations, he’s going to need a swat on his behind, especially in a safety situation.” (Toddler walked near a street when at the park, not on the street. I was nursing baby and grandma was on toddler watch’s He stopped and immediately came to me when I yelled.) I refuse to spank him.
I know he’s pushing boundaries, but I’m reading article and books how to positively work with smart, stubborn, independent toddlers. I feel like I have so many tools and he’s doing good with my parenting style, but grandma and grandpa just make me more stressed and confuse my son. How do I talk to them and help them get on board with my parenting style?
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2023.04.01 06:57 Just-A_Civilian What is the best pair of plates I can get for $750?

I'm looking for plates and my budget is $700-$800 for the set. After using LAPG plates that are 6.35 lbs per plate, I would like lighter plates. I would prefer level 4 but level 3+ would be fine if that's the only option. What would be the best plates for me?
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2023.04.01 06:57 Maleficent-Offer3720 18F (SB) Ohio

Hi!! Hope your day is going amazing.. I'm currently looking for a real SD to have a long-term relationship with nothing platonic if that's ok. I will be able to meet up mid May-June if you live far from Ohio! I would like for this relationship to be equal and fun :). If you do live near Ohio or Dayton then I would love to have an in person relationship!
My allowance I would like daily or weekly about $100-200. Only if that's ok with you.
A little bit about me I'm 5'6, I love poetry, museums, food, shopping, reading, writing, cooking, cleaning, cleaning, etc. I'm a thick African American and I may not be everyone's type which is ok just don't be rude about it. :)
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2023.04.01 06:57 Effective-Industry-6 I want to learn art but am paralyzed by indecision. (Making too many decisions more like)

Hi I want to learn to draw, not professionally, but I still want to improve over time. I would prefer any responses to avoid suggestions on how to learn as quickly or as well as a professional, as I do not want to dedicate the time necessary, while I do want to study consistently and improve, I am a hobbyist.

I just have one problem. I spend about 6 hours nonstop every day without fail just thinking about making my schedules and daily exercises for drawing perfect. It is driving me crazy because I always feel I am learning wrong or not as well as I could and as a result I just keep repeating the same exercises with minor changes. I never progress or learn anything new.
What I want help with the most is this. I want to think about what I am learning rather than getting stuck on fixing the imperfections of my learning method.
I have been stuck on the same damn concept, drawing cubes at different angles, for six months now. Because I can't ever be sure if I am ready to move on, or if I will forget how to do it, or if the schedule I am using is holding me back, or what order I should learn what, and so on. Point being I have a lot of fears regarding the best way to learn and making it stick. I obsess over the complexities of being my own teacher, far, far more than I actually teach myself, and I am stuck every day thinking and thinking and thinking and I can't stop.
What do I do?
Well, there is the obvious solution, just do what studies you feel like when you feel like it. But I fear that I wont practice what I learn enough and will forget it, or not know enough to meaningfully study the concept.
Ok, I am going to stop talking now or this will be a three page essay on the insecurities I have about teaching myself. But if anyone has any advice of any kind, I would more than welcome it.
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2023.04.01 06:56 Ok-Place1938 two of my best friends took a pill laced with fentanyl today

i feel so guilty for not going to school today. two of my best friends each took a pill laced with fentanyl and collapsed at school. i have no idea what’s happening to them except that they’re both at the hospital right now. a teacher apparently gave one of them narcan, but no one knows if they woke up or not or if they’re okay. i can’t believe i wasn’t there to stop them. they’re only 15 and could’ve died. i can’t believe that someone gave them those pills and i can’t even begin to believe where they could’ve gotten them. i only recently became close friends with these people but they mean so much to me and saved me from another horrible friendship. i love their jokes and i can’t believe what i would ever do if i never got to laugh with them ever again. i hate fentanyl and i’m so mad at them for taking the pills but i’m in shock. i haven’t gotten an update for 10 hours and i feel sick. i want to know if they’re okay and i need to tell them both how much i love them.
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