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2020.09.22 17:22 Chamomile_and_Stevia A Misadventure Through Time and Space (any thoughts, constructive criticism requested to give direction for next draft)

A swirling, misty vortex opened up in the restaurant where Ulu was meeting her boyfriend of two weeks and he fell through, chair and all. Without a moment’s thought, she dived over the table and jumped after him before it could close.
She wasn’t aware that it was a byproduct of a military science experiment from a nearby base, and that within minutes men in uniform would converge on the restaurant to get all the witnesses on the same page about how she and her boyfriend had come in and loudly discussed their plans to elope across the country together, and nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. People who knew her well did not react in surprise to this cover story when they were sneakily notified.
When Ulu was 18, she had gotten her GED, dropped out of school, and spent the spring and summer backpacking across Europe with less than $500 and a friend of a friend she’d met for the first time at the airport. Her family expected to hear from her, eventually. Troy’s family and friends had met her, and weren’t shocked, either.
Meanwhile, Ulu found herself in a fight for her life, aboard a 15th century sailing ship surrounded by foul smelling, malicious, well-armed men. She could only guess that they were pirates, because she didn’t speak whatever language they were yelling at her in. Ahead of her, her boyfriend was being sucked into another vortex feet first, clawing the deck for hold. The pirates were not enthused about this situation, giving him wide berth with panicked but mostly irate expressions as they attempted to yell away two problems at once.
Ulu barely dodged a knife, wishing that she hadn’t stopped taking Karate after two boring lessons. She had to get to Troy. The man couldn’t even fold laundry properly – he needed her to help him. He was still vainly scrabbling for hold on the bare deck, attempting not to get sucked into the draw of the vortex. The pirates threw the chair he had been sitting in at the restaurant overboard, touching it as briefly as possible as though it were cursed.
Ulu had to do something, so she went full St. Louis, Missouri on them and fought crazy with crazier. As quickly as she could, she took off her dress and underwear, and stood brandishing the steak knife she still had from the restaurant, swaying and screaming at the top of her lungs. No one wants to fight a naked, armed, crazy person, so the pirates just looked confused for a moment, and then withdrew to watch Troy try not to go through the purple swirling vortex. He was about halfway through, but had found a rope to hang on to. Holding her clothes in a bundle, she charged the pirates, breaking through their ranks just in time to see Troy lose hold and vanish. She went through after him.
This time, they found themselves in a strange, alien place. The air was barely breathable, but Troy still gaspingly asked, “Why are you naked?”
“I was fighting pirates.” She quickly redressed.
The sky was orange, with two suns, and the ground was covered in some kind of blue fluffy mold plant. There were…trees. Humongous ones. All of them seemed to be a different color, some of them a purple orange hue that Ulu had never seen before. Their leaves were oddly shaped, and the branches came out at strange angles. Tall blue cliffs broke the landscape into erratic straight lines all around them, and Ulu couldn’t even imagine what kind of tectonic or natural event must have occurred for that to be the case with her knowledge from making a C in one Geology class.
There was no sign of the vortex that had brought them here, just as there had been no sign of the last one that had deposited them on the ship.
They both had the same thought at the same time.
“Good God,” Troy wheezed, “what must the animals be like?”
Ulu found she could manage a strong whisper comfortably. “What in the world are these spinning gateways? Do you know anything about this?”
Troy still gasped, attempting a louder tone. “No! I have no idea. Where the heck are we? Is this some other planet, or dimension, or a hallucination, or something? I don’t do drugs – did we get drugged by someone?”
“I don’t think so. We were just at the restaurant and all this started happening. I don’t think any drugs would do this, but I don’t really know that much about drugs.”
They took a moment to compare their experiences with each other to verify that they hadn’t been drugged, and decided it was impossible that they had hallucinated the same things. Troy was angrily blaming Ulu for their fate because she had convinced him to go out for breakfast instead of staying home to play video games, when she spotted it.
“There’s mist coming off the weird forest at the top of that cliff.”
Troy looked. The cliff loomed a hundred feet high, and they could make out the outlandish curves and strange colors of the peculiar plants growing on its flat top and on outcroppings all over it. The cliff itself was bright blue. Rising from the right side of the top, set back into the thick growth, was mist like they had seen from the vortexes.
“We don’t know that going through these gateways is safe.” Troy pointed out. “For all we know, someone could be coming to rescue us or something, and we should stay put. That’s the first rule of survival when you get lost hiking – don’t get any more lost and wait for rescue.”
She regretted telling him that, now, when they had gone hiking exactly once. He had drunk all of his water within an hour and then incessantly complained all the way back to the car.
“We can’t stay here. There’s no water, who knows if any of these plants are edible, we can’t breathe well…”
They debated at length, but ultimately the decision was made for them in the form of a screech so high pitched it was almost outside of their range of hearing. A massive, red and black, multilimbed creature unlike anything Ulu had ever seen before was coming straight for them, signaling its fury with a beaklike mouth full of sharp teeth.
Debate over, they broke into the fastest pace they could manage in the thin air, headed for the cliff. They huffed and puffed at an excruciating slow jog, but that was ok, because the creature had so many elbows it was pursuing them only at an elaborate walking pace. An onlooker would have been bored after the first ten minutes, but it was nightmarish to experience.
Ulu had never felt so much relief as she did when they reached the cliff, but it was short lived. The blue moss like plant grew prolifically on the surface of the rock, and she quickly discovered that while it helped you maintain grip for a short while, it then disintegrated into slippery slime. This cliff could only be climbed at a consistent, quick pace, and she was already winded. At least there were lots of holds and outcroppings.
She had climbed about ten feet when Troy over exerted himself, passed out, and fell to the ground. The creature hadn’t reached them, yet. She had seconds to decide – up, or down. She had the steak knife in her bra, and in a rapid decision, started climbing down with the intention of attempting to fight the creature. Luckily, Troy quickly regained consciousness and began to climb again before things got ugly, and she started back up, having to take a harder route to avoid where her hands and feet had made the moss slippery. Troy climbed faster than she did, and was soon out of sight. She caught sight of him again when she was able to catch her breath on an outcropping – he was halfway up.
By this time, the animal was at the base of the cliff, making its unearthly high-pitched screeches.
She was ninety feet in the air when she hesitated a second too long looking for another handhold, and slipped. She fell, hit a small outcropping, tried to grab hold, fell again, and managed to stop her fall by hugging a small tree for dear life. She was precariously balanced, nearly falling off the larger outcropping the tree was anchored to, one leg painfully on it and the other dangling nearly in the splits. The tree was bent over, threatening to come out at the roots.
“Troy!” She attempted to call, wheezing. She looked up just in time to see him looking down at her from the top of the cliff. Then, he turned and left her for dead.
She pulled herself up onto the ledge with more strength than she thought she had, then sat for a moment, sore, panting, and furious. She had made him beef stew from scratch last week. She caught her breath, then climbed to the top of the cliff.
She found the vortex, but there was no sign of Troy. She went through.
She found herself in a dark, busy jungle, but at least it was recognizable as Earth. Another gateway was visible through the thick trees, and she assumed Troy had already gone through, but before she could move towards it, she heard him yelling for her in panic somewhere off to her right.
Cautiously approaching, she found him. He was tied to a tree with thick, primitive bonds that appeared to be made out of some kind of plant.
“Oh, thank goodness! There’s some kind of tribe here, and they tied me up and left. They keep coming back to put weird painted wood things all around. You’ve got to get me out of here!
Wordlessly, she started to saw at the rope with her steak knife. Voices approached from the distance, a lot of them.
“Can’t you cut faster? Why didn’t I get sucked into this horrible journey with a man – you’re so useless!”
“This knife was designed to cut $10 steaks! I’m cutting as fast as I can!”
She cut him loose and they stumbled quickly through the thick undergrowth back to the vortex, hearing raised voices behind them as the tribespeople discovered Troy’s absence.
The one they had passed through to get here was gone, leaving the next one. They quickly went through.
They were immediately in culture shock. They stood on the ground level of what Ulu could only imagine was some kind of futuristic city. Above them, flying vehicles went by so quickly in designated lanes that she couldn’t make out what they looked like. There were buildings – brightly lit, impossibly tall skyscrapers. This should have been the street, but nothing was on it. It was just some kind of flat, reflective surface with no one around, no way to get into any buildings, and no staircases or elevators to get to a higher level. Ulu couldn’t figure out its purpose. The amount of sound was nearly overwhelming. There was no vortex in sight. It could be in one of the nearby buildings, but they’d never be able to get to it.
Presently, two extremely tall men in uniforms appeared and handed them tiny circular pieces of metal. Out of other options, they took them.
Two seconds later, they were in some kind of office, being offered large chairs. Ulu sunk gratefully into the chair, although she had no idea what to expect. Troy sat primly on the edge of his seat. A tall and slim middle-aged woman appeared, and sat across the desk.
“Hello,” she said. “Study ancient language, know English. You English?”
“…yes, American.” Ulu said.
“American. See experiment, can put you back. Where from? See dress – nineteen thousand plus sixty?”
“Nineteen thousand plus a hundred and twenty. Twenty Twenty.”
“Vision?” The woman asked confusedly.
“Year. Twenty Twenty.”
A man entered the room, and the woman had a fast, unintelligible conversation with him.
“I can’t understand her English.” Troy said.
“She’s smiling at that man. I think she thinks she’s doing a good job. Maybe she is – who knows how far in the future we are.”
The woman looked back at them and repeated “good job,” giving them an awkward thumbs up.
Sarcastically, they gave her a thumbs up back. They would regret this for the rest of their lives.
She spoke to the man again, and he handed them circular pieces of metal that were slightly larger than the little discs that had transported them here. Two seconds later, they were in a city that was more like what they were used to. They still had the little pieces of metal, but over the course of their lifetimes they would make many creative attempts to use them again and fail.
Later, Troy would attempt to show the technology to the government, but it only earned him the following file:
Trent Rook (alias)
Mentally ill
Possibly shunned from Amish community with no birth records.
Not dangerous.
It took them about thirty seconds to realize they weren’t in year 2020, but all morning to find something with a date on it to determine that they were in 1960’s California.
“What are we going to do?” Troy cried when they found the discarded newspaper, men in suits and women in dresses busily going around them.
“I don’t know what you’re going to do. I’m going to go join a hippie commune and grow vegetables. You’re a total jerk, and I’m breaking up with you.”
She walked away, leaving him standing there, still holding the newspaper.
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2020.09.22 17:19 Chamomile_and_Stevia A Misadventure Through Time and Space (any thoughts, constructive criticism requested to give direction for next draft)

A swirling, misty vortex opened up in the restaurant where Ulu was meeting her boyfriend of two weeks and he fell through, chair and all. Without a moment’s thought, she dived over the table and jumped after him before it could close.
She wasn’t aware that it was a byproduct of a military science experiment from a nearby base, and that within minutes men in uniform would converge on the restaurant to get all the witnesses on the same page about how she and her boyfriend had come in and loudly discussed their plans to elope across the country together, and nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. People who knew her well did not react in surprise to this cover story when they were sneakily notified.
When Ulu was 18, she had gotten her GED, dropped out of school, and spent the spring and summer backpacking across Europe with less than $500 and a friend of a friend she’d met for the first time at the airport. Her family expected to hear from her, eventually. Troy’s family and friends had met her, and weren’t shocked, either.
Meanwhile, Ulu found herself in a fight for her life, aboard a 15th century sailing ship surrounded by foul smelling, malicious, well-armed men. She could only guess that they were pirates, because she didn’t speak whatever language they were yelling at her in. Ahead of her, her boyfriend was being sucked into another vortex feet first, clawing the deck for hold. The pirates were not enthused about this situation, giving him wide berth with panicked but mostly irate expressions as they attempted to yell away two problems at once.
Ulu barely dodged a knife, wishing that she hadn’t stopped taking Karate after two boring lessons. She had to get to Troy. The man couldn’t even fold laundry properly – he needed her to help him. He was still vainly scrabbling for hold on the bare deck, attempting not to get sucked into the draw of the vortex. The pirates threw the chair he had been sitting in at the restaurant overboard, touching it as briefly as possible as though it were cursed.
Ulu had to do something, so she went full St. Louis, Missouri on them and fought crazy with crazier. As quickly as she could, she took off her dress and underwear, and stood brandishing the steak knife she still had from the restaurant, swaying and screaming at the top of her lungs. No one wants to fight a naked, armed, crazy person, so the pirates just looked confused for a moment, and then withdrew to watch Troy try not to go through the purple swirling vortex. He was about halfway through, but had found a rope to hang on to. Holding her clothes in a bundle, she charged the pirates, breaking through their ranks just in time to see Troy lose hold and vanish. She went through after him.
This time, they found themselves in a strange, alien place. The air was barely breathable, but Troy still gaspingly asked, “Why are you naked?”
“I was fighting pirates.” She quickly redressed.
The sky was orange, with two suns, and the ground was covered in some kind of blue fluffy mold plant. There were…trees. Humongous ones. All of them seemed to be a different color, some of them a purple orange hue that Ulu had never seen before. Their leaves were oddly shaped, and the branches came out at strange angles. Tall blue cliffs broke the landscape into erratic straight lines all around them, and Ulu couldn’t even imagine what kind of tectonic or natural event must have occurred for that to be the case with her knowledge from making a C in one Geology class.
There was no sign of the vortex that had brought them here, just as there had been no sign of the last one that had deposited them on the ship.
They both had the same thought at the same time.
“Good God,” Troy wheezed, “what must the animals be like?”
Ulu found she could manage a strong whisper comfortably. “What in the world are these spinning gateways? Do you know anything about this?”
Troy still gasped, attempting a louder tone. “No! I have no idea. Where the heck are we? Is this some other planet, or dimension, or a hallucination, or something? I don’t do drugs – did we get drugged by someone?”
“I don’t think so. We were just at the restaurant and all this started happening. I don’t think any drugs would do this, but I don’t really know that much about drugs.”
They took a moment to compare their experiences with each other to verify that they hadn’t been drugged, and decided it was impossible that they had hallucinated the same things. Troy was angrily blaming Ulu for their fate because she had convinced him to go out for breakfast instead of staying home to play video games, when she spotted it.
“There’s mist coming off the weird forest at the top of that cliff.”
Troy looked. The cliff loomed a hundred feet high, and they could make out the outlandish curves and strange colors of the peculiar plants growing on its flat top and on outcroppings all over it. The cliff itself was bright blue. Rising from the right side of the top, set back into the thick growth, was mist like they had seen from the vortexes.
“We don’t know that going through these gateways is safe.” Troy pointed out. “For all we know, someone could be coming to rescue us or something, and we should stay put. That’s the first rule of survival when you get lost hiking – don’t get any more lost and wait for rescue.”
She regretted telling him that, now, when they had gone hiking exactly once. He had drunk all of his water within an hour and then incessantly complained all the way back to the car.
“We can’t stay here. There’s no water, who knows if any of these plants are edible, we can’t breathe well…”
They debated at length, but ultimately the decision was made for them in the form of a screech so high pitched it was almost outside of their range of hearing. A massive, red and black, multilimbed creature unlike anything Ulu had ever seen before was coming straight for them, signaling its fury with a beaklike mouth full of sharp teeth.
Debate over, they broke into the fastest pace they could manage in the thin air, headed for the cliff. They huffed and puffed at an excruciating slow jog, but that was ok, because the creature had so many elbows it was pursuing them only at an elaborate walking pace. An onlooker would have been bored after the first ten minutes, but it was nightmarish to experience.
Ulu had never felt so much relief as she did when they reached the cliff, but it was short lived. The blue moss like plant grew prolifically on the surface of the rock, and she quickly discovered that while it helped you maintain grip for a short while, it then disintegrated into slippery slime. This cliff could only be climbed at a consistent, quick pace, and she was already winded. At least there were lots of holds and outcroppings.
She had climbed about ten feet when Troy over exerted himself, passed out, and fell to the ground. The creature hadn’t reached them, yet. She had seconds to decide – up, or down. She had the steak knife in her bra, and in a rapid decision, started climbing down with the intention of attempting to fight the creature. Luckily, Troy quickly regained consciousness and began to climb again before things got ugly, and she started back up, having to take a harder route to avoid where her hands and feet had made the moss slippery. Troy climbed faster than she did, and was soon out of sight. She caught sight of him again when she was able to catch her breath on an outcropping – he was halfway up.
By this time, the animal was at the base of the cliff, making its unearthly high-pitched screeches.
She was ninety feet in the air when she hesitated a second too long looking for another handhold, and slipped. She fell, hit a small outcropping, tried to grab hold, fell again, and managed to stop her fall by hugging a small tree for dear life. She was precariously balanced, nearly falling off the larger outcropping the tree was anchored to, one leg painfully on it and the other dangling nearly in the splits. The tree was bent over, threatening to come out at the roots.
“Troy!” She attempted to call, wheezing. She looked up just in time to see him looking down at her from the top of the cliff. Then, he turned and left her for dead.
She pulled herself up onto the ledge with more strength than she thought she had, then sat for a moment, sore, panting, and furious. She had made him beef stew from scratch last week. She caught her breath, then climbed to the top of the cliff.
She found the vortex, but there was no sign of Troy. She went through.
She found herself in a dark, busy jungle, but at least it was recognizable as Earth. Another gateway was visible through the thick trees, and she assumed Troy had already gone through, but before she could move towards it, she heard him yelling for her in panic somewhere off to her right.
Cautiously approaching, she found him. He was tied to a tree with thick, primitive bonds that appeared to be made out of some kind of plant.
“Oh, thank goodness! There’s some kind of tribe here, and they tied me up and left. They keep coming back to put weird painted wood things all around. You’ve got to get me out of here!
Wordlessly, she started to saw at the rope with her steak knife. Voices approached from the distance, a lot of them.
“Can’t you cut faster? Why didn’t I get sucked into this horrible journey with a man – you’re so useless!”
“This knife was designed to cut $10 steaks! I’m cutting as fast as I can!”
She cut him loose and they stumbled quickly through the thick undergrowth back to the vortex, hearing raised voices behind them as the tribespeople discovered Troy’s absence.
The one they had passed through to get here was gone, leaving the next one. They quickly went through.
They were immediately in culture shock. They stood on the ground level of what Ulu could only imagine was some kind of futuristic city. Above them, flying vehicles went by so quickly in designated lanes that she couldn’t make out what they looked like. There were buildings – brightly lit, impossibly tall skyscrapers. This should have been the street, but nothing was on it. It was just some kind of flat, reflective surface with no one around, no way to get into any buildings, and no staircases or elevators to get to a higher level. Ulu couldn’t figure out its purpose. The amount of sound was nearly overwhelming. There was no vortex in sight. It could be in one of the nearby buildings, but they’d never be able to get to it.
Presently, two extremely tall men in uniforms appeared and handed them tiny circular pieces of metal. Out of other options, they took them.
Two seconds later, they were in some kind of office, being offered large chairs. Ulu sunk gratefully into the chair, although she had no idea what to expect. Troy sat primly on the edge of his seat. A tall and slim middle-aged woman appeared, and sat across the desk.
“Hello,” she said. “Study ancient language, know English. You English?”
“…yes, American.” Ulu said.
“American. See experiment, can put you back. Where from? See dress – nineteen thousand plus sixty?”
“Nineteen thousand plus a hundred and twenty. Twenty Twenty.”
“Vision?” The woman asked confusedly.
“Year. Twenty Twenty.”
A man entered the room, and the woman had a fast, unintelligible conversation with him.
“I can’t understand her English.” Troy said.
“She’s smiling at that man. I think she thinks she’s doing a good job. Maybe she is – who knows how far in the future we are.”
The woman looked back at them and repeated “good job,” giving them an awkward thumbs up.
Sarcastically, they gave her a thumbs up back. They would regret this for the rest of their lives.
She spoke to the man again, and he handed them circular pieces of metal that were slightly larger than the little discs that had transported them here. Two seconds later, they were in a city that was more like what they were used to. They still had the little pieces of metal, but over the course of their lifetimes they would make many creative attempts to use them again and fail.
Later, Troy would attempt to show the technology to the government, but it only earned him the following file:
Trent Rook (alias)
Mentally ill
Possibly shunned from Amish community with no birth records.
Not dangerous.
It took them about thirty seconds to realize they weren’t in year 2020, but all morning to find something with a date on it to determine that they were in 1960’s California.
“What are we going to do?” Troy cried when they found the discarded newspaper, men in suits and women in dresses busily going around them.
“I don’t know what you’re going to do. I’m going to go join a hippie commune and grow vegetables. You’re a total jerk, and I’m breaking up with you.”
She walked away, leaving him standing there, still holding the newspaper.
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2020.09.22 16:59 Chamomile_and_Stevia [AA] A misadventure through time and space (criticism and any thoughts requested)

A swirling, misty vortex opened up in the restaurant where Ulu was meeting her boyfriend of two weeks and he fell through, chair and all. Without a moment’s thought, she dived over the table and jumped after him before it could close.
She wasn’t aware that it was a byproduct of a military science experiment from a nearby base, and that within minutes men in uniform would converge on the restaurant to get all the witnesses on the same page about how she and her boyfriend had come in and loudly discussed their plans to elope across the country together, and nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. People who knew her well did not react in surprise to this cover story when they were sneakily notified.
When Ulu was 18, she had gotten her GED, dropped out of school, and spent the spring and summer backpacking across Europe with less than $500 and a friend of a friend she’d met for the first time at the airport. Her family expected to hear from her, eventually. Troy’s family and friends had met her, and weren’t shocked, either.
Meanwhile, Ulu found herself in a fight for her life, aboard a 15th century sailing ship surrounded by foul smelling, malicious, well-armed men. She could only guess that they were pirates, because she didn’t speak whatever language they were yelling at her in. Ahead of her, her boyfriend was being sucked into another vortex feet first, clawing the deck for hold. The pirates were not enthused about this situation, giving him wide berth with panicked but mostly irate expressions as they attempted to yell away two problems at once.
Ulu barely dodged a knife, wishing that she hadn’t stopped taking Karate after two boring lessons. She had to get to Troy. The man couldn’t even fold laundry properly – he needed her to help him. He was still vainly scrabbling for hold on the bare deck, attempting not to get sucked into the draw of the vortex. The pirates threw the chair he had been sitting in at the restaurant overboard, touching it as briefly as possible as though it were cursed.
Ulu had to do something, so she went full St. Louis, Missouri on them and fought crazy with crazier. As quickly as she could, she took off her dress and underwear, and stood brandishing the steak knife she still had from the restaurant, swaying and screaming at the top of her lungs. No one wants to fight a naked, armed, crazy person, so the pirates just looked confused for a moment, and then withdrew to watch Troy try not to go through the purple swirling vortex. He was about halfway through, but had found a rope to hang on to. Holding her clothes in a bundle, she charged the pirates, breaking through their ranks just in time to see Troy lose hold and vanish. She went through after him.
This time, they found themselves in a strange, alien place. The air was barely breathable, but Troy still gaspingly asked, “Why are you naked?”
“I was fighting pirates.” She quickly redressed.
The sky was orange, with two suns, and the ground was covered in some kind of blue fluffy mold plant. There were…trees. Humongous ones. All of them seemed to be a different color, some of them a purple orange hue that Ulu had never seen before. Their leaves were oddly shaped, and the branches came out at strange angles. Tall blue cliffs broke the landscape into erratic straight lines all around them, and Ulu couldn’t even imagine what kind of tectonic or natural event must have occurred for that to be the case with her knowledge from making a C in one Geology class.
There was no sign of the vortex that had brought them here, just as there had been no sign of the last one that had deposited them on the ship.
They both had the same thought at the same time.
“Good God,” Troy wheezed, “what must the animals be like?”
Ulu found she could manage a strong whisper comfortably. “What in the world are these spinning gateways? Do you know anything about this?”
Troy still gasped, attempting a louder tone. “No! I have no idea. Where the heck are we? Is this some other planet, or dimension, or a hallucination, or something? I don’t do drugs – did we get drugged by someone?”
“I don’t think so. We were just at the restaurant and all this started happening. I don’t think any drugs would do this, but I don’t really know that much about drugs.”
They took a moment to compare their experiences with each other to verify that they hadn’t been drugged, and decided it was impossible that they had hallucinated the same things. Troy was angrily blaming Ulu for their fate because she had convinced him to go out for breakfast instead of staying home to play video games, when she spotted it.
“There’s mist coming off the weird forest at the top of that cliff.”
Troy looked. The cliff loomed a hundred feet high, and they could make out the outlandish curves and strange colors of the peculiar plants growing on its flat top and on outcroppings all over it. The cliff itself was bright blue. Rising from the right side of the top, set back into the thick growth, was mist like they had seen from the vortexes.
“We don’t know that going through these gateways is safe.” Troy pointed out. “For all we know, someone could be coming to rescue us or something, and we should stay put. That’s the first rule of survival when you get lost hiking – don’t get any more lost and wait for rescue.”
She regretted telling him that, now, when they had gone hiking exactly once. He had drunk all of his water within an hour and then incessantly complained all the way back to the car.
“We can’t stay here. There’s no water, who knows if any of these plants are edible, we can’t breathe well…”
They debated at length, but ultimately the decision was made for them in the form of a screech so high pitched it was almost outside of their range of hearing. A massive, red and black, multilimbed creature unlike anything Ulu had ever seen before was coming straight for them, signaling its fury with a beaklike mouth full of sharp teeth.
Debate over, they broke into the fastest pace they could manage in the thin air, headed for the cliff. They huffed and puffed at an excruciating slow jog, but that was ok, because the creature had so many elbows it was pursuing them only at an elaborate walking pace. An onlooker would have been bored after the first ten minutes, but it was nightmarish to experience.
Ulu had never felt so much relief as she did when they reached the cliff, but it was short lived. The blue moss like plant grew prolifically on the surface of the rock, and she quickly discovered that while it helped you maintain grip for a short while, it then disintegrated into slippery slime. This cliff could only be climbed at a consistent, quick pace, and she was already winded. At least there were lots of holds and outcroppings.
She had climbed about ten feet when Troy over exerted himself, passed out, and fell to the ground. The creature hadn’t reached them, yet. She had seconds to decide – up, or down. She had the steak knife in her bra, and in a rapid decision, started climbing down with the intention of attempting to fight the creature. Luckily, Troy quickly regained consciousness and began to climb again before things got ugly, and she started back up, having to take a harder route to avoid where her hands and feet had made the moss slippery. Troy climbed faster than she did, and was soon out of sight. She caught sight of him again when she was able to catch her breath on an outcropping – he was halfway up.
By this time, the animal was at the base of the cliff, making its unearthly high-pitched screeches.
She was ninety feet in the air when she hesitated a second too long looking for another handhold, and slipped. She fell, hit a small outcropping, tried to grab hold, fell again, and managed to stop her fall by hugging a small tree for dear life. She was precariously balanced, nearly falling off the larger outcropping the tree was anchored to, one leg painfully on it and the other dangling nearly in the splits. The tree was bent over, threatening to come out at the roots.
“Troy!” She attempted to call, wheezing. She looked up just in time to see him looking down at her from the top of the cliff. Then, he turned and left her for dead.
She pulled herself up onto the ledge with more strength than she thought she had, then sat for a moment, sore, panting, and furious. She had made him beef stew from scratch last week. She caught her breath, then climbed to the top of the cliff.
She found the vortex, but there was no sign of Troy. She went through.
She found herself in a dark, busy jungle, but at least it was recognizable as Earth. Another gateway was visible through the thick trees, and she assumed Troy had already gone through, but before she could move towards it, she heard him yelling for her in panic somewhere off to her right.
Cautiously approaching, she found him. He was tied to a tree with thick, primitive bonds that appeared to be made out of some kind of plant.
“Oh, thank goodness! There’s some kind of tribe here, and they tied me up and left. They keep coming back to put weird painted wood things all around. You’ve got to get me out of here!
Wordlessly, she started to saw at the rope with her steak knife. Voices approached from the distance, a lot of them.
“Can’t you cut faster? Why didn’t I get sucked into this horrible journey with a man – you’re so useless!”
“This knife was designed to cut $10 steaks! I’m cutting as fast as I can!”
She cut him loose and they stumbled quickly through the thick undergrowth back to the vortex, hearing raised voices behind them as the tribespeople discovered Troy’s absence.
The one they had passed through to get here was gone, leaving the next one. They quickly went through.
They were immediately in culture shock. They stood on the ground level of what Ulu could only imagine was some kind of futuristic city. Above them, flying vehicles went by so quickly in designated lanes that she couldn’t make out what they looked like. There were buildings – brightly lit, impossibly tall skyscrapers. This should have been the street, but nothing was on it. It was just some kind of flat, reflective surface with no one around, no way to get into any buildings, and no staircases or elevators to get to a higher level. Ulu couldn’t figure out its purpose. The amount of sound was nearly overwhelming. There was no vortex in sight. It could be in one of the nearby buildings, but they’d never be able to get to it.
Presently, two extremely tall men in uniforms appeared and handed them tiny circular pieces of metal. Out of other options, they took them.
Two seconds later, they were in some kind of office, being offered large chairs. Ulu sunk gratefully into the chair, although she had no idea what to expect. Troy sat primly on the edge of his seat. A tall and slim middle-aged woman appeared, and sat across the desk.
“Hello,” she said. “Study ancient language, know English. You English?”
“…yes, American.” Ulu said.
“American. See experiment, can put you back. Where from? See dress – nineteen thousand plus sixty?”
“Nineteen thousand plus a hundred and twenty. Twenty Twenty.”
“Vision?” The woman asked confusedly.
“Year. Twenty Twenty.”
A man entered the room, and the woman had a fast, unintelligible conversation with him.
“I can’t understand her English.” Troy said.
“She’s smiling at that man. I think she thinks she’s doing a good job. Maybe she is – who knows how far in the future we are.”
The woman looked back at them and repeated “good job,” giving them an awkward thumbs up.
Sarcastically, they gave her a thumbs up back. They would regret this for the rest of their lives.
She spoke to the man again, and he handed them circular pieces of metal that were slightly larger than the little discs that had transported them here. Two seconds later, they were in a city that was more like what they were used to. They still had the little pieces of metal, but over the course of their lifetimes they would make many creative attempts to use them again and fail.
Later, Troy would attempt to show the technology to the government, but it only earned him the following file:
Trent Rook (alias)
Mentally ill
Possibly shunned from Amish community with no birth records.
Not dangerous.
It took them about thirty seconds to realize they weren’t in year 2020, but all morning to find something with a date on it to determine that they were in 1960’s California.
“What are we going to do?” Troy cried when they found the discarded newspaper, men in suits and women in dresses busily going around them.
“I don’t know what you’re going to do. I’m going to go join a hippie commune and grow vegetables. You’re a total jerk, and I’m breaking up with you.”
She walked away, leaving him standing there, still holding the newspaper.
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2020.09.22 15:35 WaterDemonPhoenix If you support firing people for non criminals activities they do OUTSIDE of work, then you must support it for any circumstance

Which is why I don't.
Too often I see people complaining about people like Don Cherry getting fired but then think it's ok to fire someone over who they date.
In the same vain, there are people who think it's ok to fire Don Cherry but not people who are sex workers outside of their usual work.
Some people might say that well 'Don Cherry's words 'hurt' people'. Great. And who you date hurts to 'Catholic Schools poor religious feelings'. If you think one is stupid, so is the other. You can get offended, but at the end of the day, your feelings being hurt doesn't change much.
Just because you find it wrong, doesn't mean others do.
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2020.09.22 13:22 A420paps Girl (17) I (18m) like, just got out of a one and a half year relationship. Says she really likes me but im not sure where we stand?

ThrowRA account here
After our second date, (it was a date as both of us thought the same thing), she brought up a conversation about how she is really into me, but also says she may not be the one I am looking for since she has just got out of a year and a half relationship (guy dumped her, and cheated on her, lied to her about the cheating) she also said that she may not be able to reciprocate properly and may seem like she is not emotionally there; she also doesn't want to make it seem like she is using me. Since then we have seen each other, but haven't really been out on a third date as she has been busy, however every time we see each other shes always started the kisses and make outs; this really confuses me and the only thing I can take from it is that she wants something casual for the time being without getting herself into anything complicated. I want to ask her 'what are we' but im afraid that actively asking her for a label on it will just drive her off, so im refraining on bringing that up and instead leave it in her shoes to talk about it when she is ready.
Before our second date, we used to talk nearly everyday about anything really with instant replies, but since then our texts just seem really plain boring, and im afraid its on my end asking the dull questions. Every time we hangout however, she is present and invests into the physical conversations we have, as well as on our calls, the question and general talk ratio when we are actively talking is 1:1 really. Never really had any 1 word answers, shed ask back what im doing if i ask her etc. Ive realised however that I always start the conversations, and if it was on text, she would usually take a couple hours to reply. I keep in mind she is still at school, (I graduated a year early) and that she may not actually be a big phone user.
I feel like things are going really slow, but I also feel like things are going fine, and I get afraid that she loses interest, but every time we've met she would always initiate the kiss when either me or her would have to leave.
Im just not sure what to do, Im not going to ask her what are we because I feel like its forcing her to put a label on something and she may not be ready for. I want a relationship with her, and I am willing to be patient and be there for her (i specifically said that to her) but some days it feels like its all in vain. If anyone has had any experience in such a situation I would definitely appreciate all the advice and what I should do.
Thanks
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2020.09.22 13:07 A420paps Girl (17) I (18m) like, just got out of a one and a half year relationship. Says she really likes me but im not sure where we stand?

Throw away account here
After our second date, (it was a date as both of us thought the same thing), she brought up a conversation about how she is really into me, but also says she may not be the one I am looking for since she has just got out of a year and a half relationship (guy dumped her, and cheated on her, lied to her about the cheating) she also said that she may not be able to reciprocate properly and may seem like she is not emotionally there; she also doesn't want to make it seem like she is using me. Since then we have seen each other, but haven't really been out on a third date as she has been busy, however every time we see each other shes always started the kisses and make outs; this really confuses me and the only thing I can take from it is that she wants something casual for the time being without getting herself into anything complicated. I want to ask her 'what are we' but im afraid that actively asking her for a label on it will just drive her off, so im refraining on bringing that up and instead leave it in her shoes to talk about it when she is ready.
Before our second date, we used to talk nearly everyday about anything really with instant replies, but since then our texts just seem really plain boring, and im afraid its on my end asking the dull questions. Every time we hangout however, she is present and invests into the physical conversations we have, as well as on our calls, the question and general talk ratio when we are actively talking is 1:1 really. Never really had any 1 word answers, shed ask back what im doing if i ask her etc. Ive realised however that I always start the conversations, and if it was on text, she would usually take a couple hours to reply. I keep in mind she is still at school, (I graduated a year early) and that she may not actually be a big phone user.
I feel like things are going really slow, but I also feel like things are going fine, and I get afraid that she loses interest, but every time we've met she would always initiate the kiss when either me or her would have to leave.
Im just not sure what to do, Im not going to ask her what are we because I feel like its forcing her to put a label on something and she may not be ready for. I want a relationship with her, and I am willing to be patient and be there for her (i specifically said that to her) but some days it feels like its all in vain. If anyone has had any experience in such a situation I would definitely appreciate all the advice and what I should do.
Thanks
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2020.09.22 07:14 AnnieRN64 Is he stupid, cruel, or both??

I (56F) met a (50M) guy on Facebook dating. We talked quite a bit yesterday and met for drinks last night. Went well. Met again today which was nice. He texted me before I went to work tonight and said he had a good time even though I was lying about my age. I’m thinking he’s going to say I look younger lol but no he thinks I’m 62
Now I’m not super vain and I have never lied about my age. I was pissed. Told him I was in fact 56. He said I seemed “far more mature” than 56. Which didn’t help his case. I think he started to realize his error at that point and started saying how beautiful I was yada yada yada
So part of me wants to let it go, figure we’re just starting out, whatever. Another part of me like no one is that dumb or cruel
What say you!!
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2020.09.22 06:42 Very_Confused321 Are we really that vain?

So I asked m friend if she would date a guy who was short. She said no, she needs the guys to be 6 feet at least. I mean if she said she can't date a guy shorter than her I'd sort of understand. My friend is 4'11 so she doesn't tower over anyone. When I asked her why she's like it's nice to tell people that I am going out with someone 6 feet. I am 5'4 so I am not tall either but I wouldn't mind going out with someone short either as long as they are decent and there's some kind of chemistry. Are people really that vain?
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2020.09.22 02:16 Inevitable-Grape Any of you manage to successfully get off the dating apps?

If so, how did you manage to stop the temptation to get back on them?
I've been informed that they are primarily used for hookups and I guess I'll just have to stop using them.
I guess after a while I start to lose the dopamine fix from the attention I get. And I start to hope in vain some guy will be open to dating. I give up though. At the very least I need a break.
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2020.09.21 20:14 Blauwpetje Do women really want single men to lower their standards or is it just victim-blaming?

When the issue of lonely single men comes up, women and especially feminists often say: oooh, they only want the hotties, they should just lower their standards, beggars can't be choosers and they're not entitled to just any attractive girl.
But do the single women who are 'the market' for these men themselves really want them to lower their standards? Do they want a man who thinks, let alone says: well, I prefer having a partner to being alone and that considered, you're good enough? I have reasons to think otherwise.
I once met a woman who didn't go on dating sites because, she said, I don't want a man who just wants a woman, I want a man who wants me. And myself, after meeting a woman by online dating, regularly got the reaction a few days afterward: it was alright, but I missed the sparks flying around (from both sides, she meant then). This is not just vain or narcissist, but it has a core of realism in it. A relationship that is 'better than nothing' very much runs the risk of being short-lived because one of the two can meet somebody they like better, or just get fed up. So a woman might not risk a relationship with a man who doesn't really admire her.
That is not to say you should never lower your standards, especially when you remain too optimistic about meeting that movie star- or fairy tale princess-type. And 'I prefer having a partner to being alone and that considered, you're good enough' is not totally unreasonable either. But most women who say 'oooh men should just lower their standards' are just trying to deny many single men have a real problem and prefer lazy thinking about the whole issue IMHO.
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2020.09.21 19:31 _Glory-to-Arstotzka_ Embracing Your Sexuality Part 1 - An Overview

An Introduction to this series:

In an interview with The Christian Post, Cait West admits the following: “I felt very disconnected from my own body because I was never taught about the sexual part of me [...] I didn’t want to think about my own body or explore my own sexuality because it was a dirty part of me I wasn’t allowed to explore. It made me feel weird about living in my own body, and I didn’t realize just how much I hated my own body [...] I’ve had a lot of trouble with disassociation in sexually intimate moments because it’s too much for me to be present in my own body because it feels bad [...] For years, you’re told something is bad — and then suddenly you get married and you’re supposed to be OK with it. It was like I was trained not to have that part of me turned on or be aware of things.”
Does this sound familiar to you? Even as a single woman, this still hits close enough to home to feel like a sucker punch to my stomach.
If you are reading this now as a woman who’s sexuality has been held at a knife point your whole life — regardless if you’re single, dating, engaged, or married — I welcome you with open arms. Cait West’s story was close to my own not too long ago. The cobwebs of doubts and feelings of guilt and shame still linger. I understand your silent suffering, even if you have been trained out of thinking it is suffering. So I will say this as often as I can:
Your sexuality is NOT a sin. Your sexuality IS a gift of God. Your sexual desires are NORMAL and HEALTHY.
Over the next parts I will walk you through my own life as I attempt to unpack this struggle that so many Christian women face. You are not alone in this, and I hope you can learn to drop this unnecessary, crushing burden the church has put on you, just as I am learning to now.

What is “Purity Culture”?

Despite my admittedly excessive amounts of time on the internet, this was a term I didn’t come across until very recently. It’s one of those terms that attempts to encompass a broad cultural movement. Those who lived through that movement know exactly what it means, but struggle to define it exactly due to the different ways it manifested in various communities. Since I wasn’t one of the (un)lucky ones that lived through the birth and entrenchment of this movement, my approach to defining this is also broad.
In the 1980s and 1990s, there was a push across American society to lower teen pregnancy rates. This push came in the form of an aggressive swing away from the “free love” of the 60s and 70s. Abstinence was queen, women were charged with not tempting the men in dress or actions, and casual dating was discouraged.
If you feel you would be responsible for tempting a man by wearing leggings or being “overly” friendly, if you feel as though going on multiple first dates would tarnish your reputation and/or innocence, or if the idea of kissing before marriage scares you — not for fear of being tempted but for fear of doing something “dirty” — you have been inducted into this purity culture. Of course, these examples only scratch the surface of the vast impact this movement has had. These more serve as a waypoint to begin your expedition in determining how you’ve been affected by it.
While this movement died off in most all secular communities following the 90s, it continues to prevail in most Christian circles. This is where most conservative communities find themselves now.

How does churchianity view women?

(If you are unfamiliar with the term “churchianity”, it simply refers to church culture as opposed to biblical truth.)
This is not a subject I can broach easily, nor does it deserve to be glossed over. In my experience, Christian women are either seen as saved sluts or innocent virgins. That is to say: either she’ll be good in bed but not as a housewife or the other way around. But the keyword here is seen.
Whether one is a virgin or not is rather black and white. But being good in bed or being a good housewife are both things one can learn and become better at. The Bible actually has foundational wisdom and instruction for both of these areas. Just check out Song of Solomon for what a biblically endorsed sex life looks like. For being a good housewife, Proverbs is the most concentrated source, but you’ll find verses and examples scattered throughout the Bible.
So where are the horny virgins? The housewives in training? Don’t bother asking the church, for that much nuance would send it into a rage. How dare I even acknowledge the existence of Song of Solomon? Cover your eyes children, you 16 to 25 year olds, you’re far too young for that kind of forbidden knowledge.
I can joke about it now, but until you realize the ridiculousness of the purity culture the modern church clings to so tightly, you’ll likely look the other way when Song of Solomon is even mentioned, just as I used to do.

My “terrible, horrible, no good, very bad” first crush

I will be revisiting this topic in later posts, but let’s talk about how purity culture more or less broke me over the rocks of my first crush.
I used to think I was slow to achieve social milestones, with my primary evidence being how I didn’t have my first crush until I was around 13 years old. I distinctly remember as far back as kindergarten my peers “like liking” one another, or “like liking” me. But I couldn’t understand what made one like another enough that they had to have a different phrase to explain it. Then I had my own first crush, and boy did I have it bad.
I made his acquaintance shortly after joining his friend group during my last year of middle school. He was a strong Christian guy, in every sense of the word “strong”. Good-humored, intelligent, and active in sharing his faith with our non-Christian friends. I would be lying if I said I didn’t go weak in the knees whenever he unexpectedly approached or talked to me.
Now, recall that at this point: I am 13 years old, I’ve grown up in the church under the thumb of purity culture, and until now have only had the experience of treating my male peers as purely platonic friends. No one — not my parents or teachers or church elders or friends or even media — had prepared me for this moment.
To say I was a constant ball of nervous energy and my mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts would probably be an understatement. Even in retrospect, I still think it’s an understatement. I knew that if I told my parents or my church leaders about this, they would tell me in seemingly polite terms to disregard it. “Aw how sweet! I remember my first crush. You’ll have others honey. Wait until you’re older, you’re too young.” I was no dummy at 13. Personally, I knew that it wouldn’t make sense to date anyone until we were old enough to drive and work. But that reasoning was drowned in the vast ocean of disappointment in knowing that my feelings would not only not be validated, but would be shunned.
On the other hand, I couldn’t tell my friends either. The idea of him knowing about my feelings paralyzed me. Yes, the very idea of expressing interest in a guy frightened me: not because I was nervous of what he would think of me, but rather because I felt the act itself was wrong — almost sinful. Almost.
With the natural, healthy emotions inside me being denied natural, healthy outlets, I found myself shutting down. If I couldn’t talk to my parents or church for fear of disappointment, if I couldn’t tell my friends for fear of word getting back to him, if I couldn’t even hold his gaze without being completely overwhelmed, who could I tell? Who could I turn to? That’s a story for another post.

Our sexual foundation

8 years. It took me 8 years until I found RPC and woke up to the realization that God made me a woman, God made sex, and God made sex to be pleasurable.
Really think about that last point. Few animals engage in sexual acts for fun (although a fair number appear to find it pleasurable). For an overwhelming majority of the animal kingdom, sex is simply the means to the end of passing on one’s genes. It’s a drive; and it often requires specific conditions — such as the female being in heat or the season being spring. In regards to the animals that mate for life, a majority of them are birds and do so as a reproductive strategy to keep their offspring alive.
In short, humans don’t experience sex and sexual relationships in the same way animals do. We were actually gifted a far greater capacity for fulfillment, pleasure, and freedom in regards to sexual relations. Why? From the beginning, God intended marriage to be a reflection of His relationship with us (Christ’s relationship with the Church). Imagine reflecting the sun into your eyes using a warped and dirty mirror. You’d probably still blind yourself. Marriage is like that mirror. What a huge, completely undeserved blessing!
I’m sure many of you reading have already come to this conclusion, so now it’s time to take the next step: because sex is built into the very foundation of our personhood, you cannot live life normally without its context.
Note that I didn’t say you couldn’t live life normally without sex. I specifically mean sexual context. Men and women function differently on all levels: physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. Interactions are also colored by sexual context. A man conversing with another man is going to look different from a woman conversing with a woman, which in turn will look different from a man and a woman conversing.
Diving briefly into RP theory, sexual context also explains the nuances of interactions across the sexes. What women admire in one another is vastly different from what men admire in women, and vice versa. Understanding the polygamy vs hypergamy divide points to the nuts and bots of the differences in human sexuality.
The TL;DR here is that the purity culture’s biggest and most dangerous failing was not taking into account how foundational sexuality is to our very existence. Shunning the very mention of sex outside the marital bedroom has left and continues to leave so, so many young people adrift in a sea of self-imposed shame and confusion. Just like Cait. Just like me.

Leaving purity culture behind

If you’ve made it this far, it’s time to take the final and most difficult step: reintroducing yourself to sexual context and, most importantly, reconnecting with your own sexuality. This will look different for each one of you, but I’ll tell you the sub steps I took or am taking currently to give you an idea of where to start. (When I circle back to this topic in a later post, I will update and/or improve upon this list. Don’t consider it a master list or instructional guide. Again, this is more of a waypoint to begin your own expedition.)
The first thing I did was read “Come as you are” by Dr. Emily Nagoski. (NOTE: This book is secular and touches on homosexual relationships and porn. While I do recommend it, I do so tentatively. It was not written from a Biblical perspective, so keep that in mind while reading.) This book covers all sexual topics you could imagine from both a scientific and practical perspective. It’s specifically for women who don’t understand their own sexuality and teaches us how to embrace ourselves (with the nice side effect of drastically improving sex lives, for those of you who are married). There are some chapters or parts you may not feel ready to read. Personally I skipped over the part of orgasms on my first read because I didn’t feel ready to approach that topic. Remember: rebuilding a bridge doesn’t happen overnight! Don’t push yourself too far outside of your comfort zone, especially in areas as tumultuous as this. Reconnecting to your sexuality should be an exciting and joyous experience, not a nerve-wracking or uncomfortable one.
The second thing I did was allow myself to enjoy the sexual desires God gave me. Instead of quickly looking away from a guy I find attractive so as to avoid eye contact, I let myself pause and admire. And if we make eye contact, I smile. It took me a rather long time to work up the courage to do that, but each time after the first has been easier and easier.
Being attracted to a man is not sin, but if you allow your thoughts or eyes to linger too long it could lead to sinful sexual thoughts or opening the door for your heart to get inappropriately attached. To distinguish between the two, I frame the thoughts in the context of prayer. “Wow Lord, look at that man you made! He’s really been stewarding what You gave him” vs “Man, Lord if I could just be alone with that guy…” I’ve had both thoughts. The first one was me relating to God using humor (which He also made!) The second was sin, wherein the Holy Spirit immediately convicted me, I repented, and was able realign myself with God.
To add to that last point, I cannot stress enough that you need to make sure you include God on every step of this journey. How many women do you know or have heard of that swung hard the other way upon reaching college age? Such as dressing overtly provocatively or sleeping around. You will be tempted to go too far in your new found freedom, once you start down this path. Remember that you have freedom because of the absolute truth of God, found in the Bible.
The third thing I did, and am doing, is improving my body. Better wardrobe, better skin, makeup, working out, etc. Or to summarize it using the mantra of this community: No flat butts! Yes, this is to be attractive. But that’s only part of it. By improving your body, you’re forced to accept it as it is. For years and years I never felt comfortable in my own skin because I thought it was vain to take care of it. But God has explicitly charged us with stewarding — taking care of and improving — what we are given. This includes your body. So go all out! Be the best you you can be. God encourages us to! In accepting your body as it is, you’ll find peace. In improving it, you’ll find confidence.
Again, Joshua 1:8, keep God’s law on your lips always. Don’t go out of your way to dress provocatively. If you feel like you’re sinning by wearing something, then you probably are. If you’re unsure, find another Christian woman whose fashion sense you trust and have her help you find clothes.

Conclusion/final thoughts:

I began writing this as a response to purity culture, but the more I wrote the more I realized how many different branches on this tree of female sexuality, culture, and the Bible there are that could be explored. In the end, I decided that I could keep this as an intro/overview and expand on the different branches in later posts. Things like my own experience within this framework (alluded to in the part about my first crush), how we relate to ourselves, how we relate with the opposite sex, feminism and media, masculine vs. feminine, and so on. I haven’t yet written out all I want to cover, so this series may end up being fairly long, but I hope that wherever you’re coming from in your RPC journey, you’re on board for this ride.
Also, if you haven’t read Song of Solomon yet, what are you waiting for?
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2020.09.21 19:03 travisdorman Dorian Bluford was excited to move to Knoxville, Tennessee, in 2017. Within six hours, he was stabbed 37 times.

Hey all, I'm a reporter based in Knoxville, Tennessee, who's posted in this subreddit a couple times before. (See these posts on the baffling case of Blair Adams and the disappearance of 6-year-old Dennis Martin in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park.)
I'm back today with a relatively recent case, the unsolved 2017 killing of Dorian Bluford.
Find the full write-up here: https://www.knoxnews.com/story/news/crime/2020/09/21/knoxville-stabbing-death-dorian-bluford-2017-remains-unsolved/5728340002/
Here's a shorter summary:
Bluford, 32, grew up in Monroe, Louisiana, and lived in Houston, Texas, for about 10 years. His family described him as a kind and quiet person who, at the same time, often proved to be the life of the party.
In 2016, Bluford came to Knoxville and lived for at least a month with a man whom he was dating at the time. One way or another, the two separated, and Bluford moved back to Houston, where he shared a house with his cousin. Then, in April 2017, Bluford abruptly announced that he planned to move to Knoxville for good, to once again be with this man.
Bluford's cousin had a bad feeling about this. She knew little about the man in Knoxville, and she tried to encourage Bluford not to leave behind his life in Houston. He wouldn't listen, though, and was clearly excited for what he called a fresh start. On May 30, 2017, Bluford flew from Houston to Knoxville. He posted his location on Facebook each step of the way, leaving behind a digital trail of some of his last moments alive.
Police have evidence suggesting that Bluford's boyfriend picked him up from the airport, and that the two went out to eat that night in Sevierville (less than an hour's drive from Knoxville). But the investigators aren't sure exactly how or why Bluford ended up on one of Knoxville's greenways, paved outdoor paths in wooded areas that are used for walking, jogging and biking.
A woman moving out of a house in north Knoxville called 911 at 9:48 p.m. on May 30, less than six hours after Bluford arrived in his new city. She said she heard screams coming from the nearby greenway: "He's stabbing me, he's stabbing me." She couldn't see anything, however, as lines of trees blocked her view.
A firefighter who responded to the scene found Bluford dead near the greenway. An autopsy found he'd been stabbed 37 times. The report reads as if he was stabbed over and over in the back before he turned around and tried in vain to defend himself.
Bluford had luggage and a cellphone, but police never found either. They also never found the murder weapon. Bluford's boyfriend didn't willingly speak with investigators; instead he hired a lawyer and had little to say. When police searched his car, they found Bluford's insurance card in the trunk.
Police say they don't have the evidence to prove what the boyfriend did and what he knew. Both investigators and family members believe a second person might have been involved because Bluford shouted, "He's stabbing me," and because the boyfriend left town and checked into a motel with one guest some time after the killing.
No one's been charged in Bluford's killing, which faded from the local news not long after it happened. But the case has always bothered me; it feels like a sad and shameful blot on our city. Police spoke about the details of the case for the first time for this story; they hope that someone with information will come forward to help crack the case. I hope so, too. Thanks for reading.
https://www.knoxnews.com/story/news/crime/2020/09/21/knoxville-stabbing-death-dorian-bluford-2017-remains-unsolved/5728340002/
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2020.09.21 16:55 Qoti I fucked up? Complicated break up

I feel like an idiot. Got dumped out of the blue on Aug 12. Kept NC for a month but we work together and couldn't avoid eachother forever. I tried looking for another job but the pandemic has made it very difficult.
The relationship was on and off . First time i called it quits because after many months of dating he still didn't know if he wanted to be my Bf. A month later he asked me to be his gf. Six months later he broke up with me bc he was unsure. Then got back together.
A year later I broke up with him bc I discovered he had a porn addiction (was looking at scort websites, couldn't keep it up, didn't want to have sex anymore). Discovering this heavily traumatized me and I'm still dealing with PTSD. He worked at his addiction and did everything to win me back, we were happy for a while, although i still had and have issues. Pandemic hit, things got difficult, I got more and more stressed and anxious. His cousin was murdered in April. He had a relapse. Tried to break up with me , waited it out a couple of days and decided to stay together.
Yesterday I went to work and opened the laptop, he had left a porn tab open. It triggered me really bad. I sent him a message to let him know gently i didnt want to see that and to be more careful, but before I was done telling him, he had already arrived. Told me he missed me. We ended up cuddling on the couch and talking about the relationship. He kept kissing my head gently.
After work I started crying. I demanded answers. To make sense of everything. He said he loved me. Kinda hinted at regretting the break up, that he just needed space to clear his head, hinting at wanting to get back together but aware that none of us are sure anymore. We cuddled and made out. I think he was just horny. I didn't want to leave, I was hugging him again and didn't want to be the last time. Told me he loved me, I told him I loved him more, he cried. He told me how pretty I was, how he loved my eyes, how he didn't wanna leave.
I feel this was stupid of me?
Since he is unable to say anything frank I told him what I had talked with my therapist: even if he asked me to get back together or the possibility opened up, I would not accept it, even if I miss him so much. It would be impulse. We have broken up so many times. Im tired of this. I want to break this cycle. We got issues to work on. I deserve someone that wants to be with me without a doubt. I tell myself that maybe if we are separated enough time to get our shit together, maybe in the future things will finally work out, it's probably just fantasy but its and incentive to stick to it.
But to be at work together? Its so difficult. The urge to hold his hand is too big, and now that I know he also misses me its worse. I feel kinda trapped and unable to scape this. Just because we miss eachother doesn't mean we are a good match, but seeing him makes it one millions times harder to go forward. I feel sick. I feel tired.
I feel hopeless that he is using porn again. He had developed porn induced ED, and overcame it. Does he not care about that? Is it so preferable over real women that he is willing to sacrifice his sex life knowingly again? Was the pain I went through in vain? I found some confort in thinking that at least my discovery and trauma served in waking him up and changing his life, even if we broke up. I kinda feel he broke up so he could consume in peace, and that though sickens me.
But i still miss him. I dont know if i can control myself from running into his arms next time i see him. I feel sick and tired of this. I wish I could run away and never see him again. How do I stick to my guns?
Sorry, this post is a huge mess.
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2020.09.21 16:11 throwawayawaworht_1 TL;DR - My (28/m) gf (26/f) acknowledges she could stand to lose weight but thinks doing so, and wanting to do so, upholds the unfair standard of beauty that favors the thin and fit. I feel and fear she's setting herself up for unhappiness with this line of thinking.

So yeah, My (28/m) gf (26/f) has stated multiple times recently that she's uncomfortable and self-conscious about her body. She's put on some weight, but not like a lot, since we've started dating over 3 years ago while I've consistently shed pounds and improved my fitness, but that's not really the point. She actually lost some weight to start the pandemic as she moved in with her parents for about the first three months, but in the last three months she's put it back on plus some, which was mutually determined to be due to her drinking less and her mom making the food decisions while she was under her parents' roof.
Anyway, our most recent in depth conversation about her weight feelings entailed her acknowledging she should try to lose weight but doing so, and even wanting to do so, is holding up the unrealistic and flawed standard of beauty that exists in the world. She also said that her mom telling her about what she's been eating to be healthier while they talk on the phone is a micro-aggression against her and a slight to lose weight.
While I agree that the standard of beauty is screwed up, I fear she's using it as an excuse to not have to lose weight. She also doesn't need to lose weight, nobody should have to feel like they should do something that isn't for their own gain, but her body image is actively causing her grief. I'm fearful and disheartened that she's setting herself up for unhappiness with any decision she makes with this.
I framed it to her from my perspective as while the world is a vain and rude place, a person's body goals are theirs and should be theirs only. It's up to the individual to work things out that's best for themselves. Yes some people will get fit to impress others, some may will strive to be skinny because they feel societal pressure, some people will do it for their health both physical and mental, some people like myself will do it to see what their body is capable of and to feel good because they can set their mind to something and achieve it. The standard of beauty shouldn't be at the forefront and tbh as a culture we've probably moved further away today in 2020 from the skinny is king/queen model than we've ever been since whenever it came into prominence. She's a defensive person so she wasn't really having these as rationalizations.
What I didn't say as to not upset her in the moment - weight loss if nothing else is healthy, while the extra pounds you're carrying aren't killing you, being even just active if not trim reduces complications. Being active can reduce stress which I feel she has a lot of. Drinking less or not at all at night could lead to weight loss with minimal effort, but continuing to do so without fitness activity will just leave you in a self-fulfilling stress loop. She's super into skincare and make-up, which while not apples to apples to weight loss, kind of feeds into the same standard of beauty. Being energized and having goals, and/or owning your appearance and being comfortable in your skin, is attractive. The former is more so than the latter for me personally but agonizing over this and doing nothing definitely isn't.
I just would like some perspective before I bring up the topic again citing my worries about her thought process and how I just want her to be happy and her best self, however she says it. Thanks in advance!
TL;DR - My (28/m) gf (26/f) acknowledges she could stand to lose weight but thinks doing so, and wanting to do so, upholds the unfair standard of beauty that favors the thin and fit. I feel and fear she's setting herself up for unhappiness with this line of thinking.
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2020.09.21 14:06 throwawayawaworht_1 TLDR - My (28/m) gf (26/f) acknowledges she could stand to lose weight but thinks doing so, and wanting to do so, upholds the unfair standard of beauty that favors the thin and fit. I feel and fear she's setting herself up for unhappiness with this line of thinking.

So yeah, My gf has stated multiple times recently that she's uncomfortable and self-conscious about her body. She's put on some weight, but not like a lot, since we've started dating over 3 years ago while I've consistently shed pounds and improved my fitness, but that's not really the point. She actually lost some weight to start the pandemic as she moved in with her parents for about the first three months, but in the last three months she's put it back on plus some, which was mutually determined to be due to her drinking less and her mom making the food decisions while she was under her parents' roof.
Anyway, our most recent in depth conversation about her weight feelings entailed her acknowledging she should try to lose weight but doing so, and even wanting to do so, is holding up the unrealistic and flawed standard of beauty that exists in the world. She also said that her mom telling her about what she's been eating to be healthier while they talk on the phone is a micro-aggression against her and a slight to lose weight.
While I agree that the standard of beauty is screwed up, I fear she's using it as an excuse to not have to lose weight. She also doesn't need to lose weight, nobody should have to feel like they should do something that isn't for their own gain, but her body image is actively causing her grief. I'm fearful and disheartened that she's setting herself up for unhappiness with any decision she makes with this.
I framed it to her from my perspective as while the world is a vain and rude place, a person's body goals are theirs and should be theirs only. It's up to the individual to work things out that's best for themselves. Yes some people will get fit to impress others, some may will strive to be skinny because they feel societal pressure, some people will do it for their health both physical and mental, some people like myself will do it to see what their body is capable of and to feel good because they can set their mind to something and achieve it. The standard of beauty shouldn't be at the forefront and tbh as a culture we've probably moved further away today in 2020 from the skinny is king/queen model than we've ever been since whenever it came into prominence. She's a defensive person so she wasn't really having these as rationalizations.
What I didn't say as to not upset her in the moment - weight loss if nothing else is healthy, while the extra pounds you're carrying aren't killing you, being even just active if not trim reduces complications. Being active can reduce stress which I feel she has a lot of. Drinking less or not at all at night could lead to weight loss with minimal effort, but continuing to do so without fitness activity will just leave you in a self-fulfilling stress loop. She's super into skincare and make-up, which while not apples to apples to weight loss, kind of feeds into the same standard of beauty. Being energized and having goals, and/or owning your appearance and being comfortable in your skin, is attractive. The former is more so than the latter for me personally but agonizing over this and doing nothing definitely isn't.
I just would like some perspective before I bring up the topic again citing my worries about her thought process and how I just want her to be happy and her best self, however she says it. Thanks in advance!
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2020.09.21 11:43 Bhiccy Back to square one...again... again.

Hi all... I just kinda want to talk and let things off my chest... I guess I don't really have people to talk to about all of this irl. So ty in advance for your time <3
My ex and I broke up exactly 4 months ago. Our relationship was a year and 6 months long and he broke things off with me.
First month of the break up was a lot of me begging and compromising, him saying maybe in the future we'd get together but not now. I eventually told myself to respect him and give him the space he wanted.
Second month- we didn't really text in the beginning ( i was trying to do like no contact in vain) but I did continue to stalk his social medias occasionally, hurt myself a lot by doing that. Then, one night, i was listening to the playlist he made for me on spotify and it showed me he was listening to it as well, picking the same songs as me. I then listened to a random song titled I miss you and he did the same (i know its a bit cringe haha) I reached out and to not get into the deets. he said he was suicidal, i tried to help him, he said some horrible things and pushed me away so I went no contact.
End of month 3 ( few weeks ago) I grew weak after having to go back to our old hangout and i messaged him. I said I hated not talking to him and I missed him; he said i miss you too and we talked a bit. I asked him if we could meet for coffee and he said yes but it wasn't after a lot of cold messages from him, late replies, leaving me on delivered for days that we decided on a Saturday that worked for both of us. Basically I said the wrong date which ended up being on a Thursday not the saturday we agreed on.. he didn't pick up on my mistake.
The week comes and on that Monday I confirm if im seeing him on the weekend he says yes. on Saturday i double check and say all good for today? he said oh i have a fam dinner i thought it was Thursday, sorry. I apologized for the mix up and asked to do Sunday and he left me with "maybe some other time" I left it as that, didn't message him or anything. I was a little hurt but I just internalized it and once again went into no contact... but to work no myself
I start filling my time up with work, seeing my friends and trying new things like a wine and painting class and then... Last night I get a message from my ex saying;
hey, im sorry for mistreating you and for the date. I just hope things are going good for you (pleading face, our emoji we like to send to each other).
I didnt reply until this arvo because I was not expecting it, he never initiates anything with me.
my reply was Thank you for reaching out and I appreciate your apology. I guess Ive figured if you wanted to see me you’d make it happen. So i don’t hate you for not wanting to see me. I forgave you for everything, you just gotta forgive yourself now. Hope you’re doing well x (pleading face)
He's left me on read and deleted the playlist he made for me on spotify ( still follows)... I thought I was okay but now im a wreck, sobbing my heart out again. I guess I still had hope and now so it just like im back at day one of the breakup
Any advice? thoughts? idk first relationship, first love, i feel like an idiot.
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2020.09.21 11:39 Skomwtfyb I’m not sure what I’m feeling but I don’t like it...

So I’ve been with my boyfriend for nearly 4 years now. He is so sweet, so kind, so respectful to me. I know he really loves me and I know he wants to marry me eventually but I’m not sure... I started dating him when I was almost 16 and now I’m about to turn 20. Logically I want to end it but in my heart I just can’t. One of my biggest issues I have is just his genetics. It sounds weird and vain but it’s the truth. His family is very typical, white American Christians and my family is half Colombian, half Eastern European, first and second generation so we’re barely American. But I don’t think he’s my type anymore. I like foreign guys. I honestly just don’t feel as much sexual attraction anymore. He also cares about my pleasure so that’s another hard thing to let go of... also, I think long term and his genetics are not so great. He has major depression, major anxiety, ADHD, and possibly bi polar. Again I’m really not trying to seem like a shitty person because I do help him a lot with it but he is suicidal sometimes and it would just hurt me to pass that onto my kids... another issue I’m having is that I don’t think he can finish college. Education is very important to me. He’s an intelligent person it’s just his mental health that’s making it so challenging for him. I think I’m having a hard time accepting my feelings because he is really wonderful to me in every way and I don’t want to break his heart. He really is an amazing person and I love him to death. I’m a jealous person (not toxic tho) so it would be really hard to see him with someone else. I just feel like I’d like to date other people for a while then eventually marry him. But I don’t know. I’m really struggling and I don’t know what to do. He’s my best friend and I really care for him but I just feel like it’s not the best thing for me. Every time I even think of breaking up with him it makes me really sad and makes me want him... so I’m not really sure what I want... thoughts?
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2020.09.21 02:00 TopOfTheBot Top of the Day - 21/09/2020

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1st The scene at the U.S. Supreme Court tonight at RBG’s vigil. Unprecedented. u/DelightfullyHostile pics 129,320 Upvotes 20/09/2020 01:11 UTC
2nd What if God came down one day and said "It's pronounced 'Jod' then left? u/esi_disi AskReddit 128,089 Upvotes 20/09/2020 14:01 UTC
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1st “I recognize the council has made a decision, but given that it’s a stupid-ass decision, I’ve elected to ignore it.” u/tealhouse AskReddit 42,201 Upvotes 20/09/2020 15:05 UTC
2nd #Joddamnit. u/NiceBeaver2018 AskReddit 30,088 Upvotes 20/09/2020 14:52 UTC
3rd A large chunk of my taking the lord's name in vain would go away. u/tacknosaddle AskReddit 27,201 Upvotes 20/09/2020 15:29 UTC
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2020.09.20 23:35 WhoStoleMyCake My entitled mother publicly insults my girlfriend in an effort to sabotage our relationship, this time (almost) successfully.

This happened over the course of this weekend, Tldr at the bottom.
My egg donor never liked my girlfriend (Eva, we've known each other for 6 years, 2,5 of which we're dating), however things have changed dramatically towards the worse when we started plotting moving in together in late 2019.
It's not like my mother hates Eva for her personality, she's the most amazing person in that matter, my mother hates her because she's a bigoted islamophobe and xenophobe.
Eva is daughter of a Muslim immigrant (though Eva herself is atheist) and is of descent of 3 foreign countries. This makes her an "immigrant terrorist filth" in my mother's eyes.
This however is not the only reason. Not only she has problem with Eva's family background, but as well with how she looks. There's something absolutely gorgeous about Eva. She has vitiligo (literally everywhere) and a huge scar. In my mother's eyes however, this makes her a "disgraceful freak of nature that shouldn't breed". It broke my heart when I first heard her say it and it was one of the reasons why I wanted to get away from her (mother of course)
Anyway, after numerous attempts at sabotaging us moving in together, all being in vain and backfiring, she has found another way: Social media.
My mother knew of Eva's social media, however never paid attention to it until yesterday. Operation Public Insult was all set up to begin.
I was with my father to help him out with some farm work. On the way back home, Eva texted me that I have to get back.
Back home I found Eva crying with her phone on the table. When I asked her what happened, she told me to take a look and behold. My mother apparently made a comment on the most recent photo (then from a few hours ago), saying something along:
,,I don't understand how someone can look so disgusting and dare to show off like a slut on the internet. Trully a disgusting person and behavior."
note: It was a photo of Eva in a short sleeve t-shirt and shorts, showing Eva's skin condition and scar.
Our friends have been quick to stand up for Eva and call my mother similar terms regarding her behaviour towards Eva. Then I looked through other photos, all of the somewhat recent ones had some nasty comment from my mother.
Anyway, ton of comforting and a tub of ice-cream later, I have texted my mother that this time she crossed the line by too fucking far for me even considering to ever forgive her such a behavior, that there's no way I want her anywhere near our home ever again and that no matter what she says, I will always choose Eva over her.
She then called me and went on a full rant about how disrespectful I am, how she gave birth to me, how I will break up with her anyway, how she's just leeching of me and how there are better looking girls out there.
Another note: as said, we've been together for 2,5 years. 2,5 years, we started dating when we were 15 (we're both 18 now), the time when relationships last a few months, and Eva has no particular reason to leech of me as she's from richer family than I am. And for me, there are no better looking girls.
I just responded: ,, I'll remind you when you'll demand to see grandkids, grandkids whose mother is the most beautiful person in the world and maternal grandmother is a Muslim and unlike you, both are great people" and ended the call. I ignored the tens of messages saying basically the same things I already wrote.
Today, Eva and I both made new accounts, made them private, deleted the old ones and let know everyone other than my mother.
Tomorrow we're changing our phone numbers as well. And again, giving the new one to everyone excluding my mother and hoping that my family members respect our wishes to never let my mother know our new numbers and social media.
Sure, it's an inconvenience, however that's the least of my worries as now Eva's family knows how my mother sees Eva and her mother...so I was worried that this time my mother's sabotage would be successful.
However, I got a call from Eva's mother a few hours ago. She asked me if my mother is serious, to which I anxiously replied "unfortunately yes". Then she asked me, how I see Eva, if I truly love her. My response was that I love her more than anything and anyone else, that Eva is the most beautiful and amazing person ever. She then asked me if I have any particular problems with her being Muslim and a foreigner, to which I said no and that I actually find it interesting a non offensive way.
She then talked to Eva, who confirmed everything. Thankfully, Eva's mother is very understanding and hasn't forbidden us 2 from living together, still, I don't think that the incident of yesterday made me any good in Eva's family's eyes.
Mini update: phone numbers changed, mother's comments were reported to the site.
Tldr: My mother hates my girlfriend, tried to sabotage our relationship numerous times, yesterday she found a way which made me look bad in Eva's family's eyes.
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2020.09.20 14:46 playerpi314 Guild with 50 x HoK 15 on W44

Have an idea to create a F2P guild on W46 server with only goal to build 50 x HoK 15 (or as much as possible) at week 9 or 10.
The guild would have absolutely NO other requirements on skills, level, potions, thirst.
Even early HoK level won't matter (to allow pushing Fortress 15 before HoK) .
After all those HoKs are ready, the guild will focus on becoming the best F2P guild on the server.
Looking for very active players who can do Fortress attacks many times per day. You will be given instructions on what to build after what and how to do Fortress attacks.
It would also be good if you plan to play until the late game on that server, so the effort of building all that is not in vain.
In a few days will create a discord server so we can gather the players earlier and discuss the strategy for fortress development.
PS. The idea initially was to do that on W44, but realized W44 will fill with black gems on Black Friday even without a single HoK 15 (100% drop chance of Black gems at that date). So postponed the idea for the first server that starts after Black Friday (probably W46).
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2020.09.20 09:27 Skomwtfyb I’m not sure what I’m feeling but I don’t like it..

So I’ve been with my boyfriend for nearly 4 years now. He is so sweet, so kind, so respectful to me. I know he really loves me and I know he wants to marry me eventually but I’m not sure... I started dating him when I was almost 16 and now I’m about to turn 20. Logically I want to end it but in my heart I just can’t. One of my biggest issues I have is just his genetics. It sounds weird and vain but it’s the truth. His family is very typical, white American Christians and my family is half Colombian, half Eastern European, first and second generation so we’re barely American. But I don’t think he’s my type anymore. I like foreign guys. I honestly just don’t feel as much sexual attraction anymore. He also cares about my pleasure so that’s another hard thing to let go of... also, I think long term and his genetics are not so great. He has major depression, major anxiety, ADHD, and possibly bi polar. Again I’m really not trying to seem like a shitty person because I do help him a lot with it but he is suicidal sometimes and it would just hurt me to pass that onto my kids... another issue I’m having is that I don’t think he can finish college. Education is very important to me. He’s an intelligent person it’s just his mental health that’s making it so challenging for him. I think I’m having a hard time accepting my feelings because he is really wonderful to me in every way and I don’t want to break his heart. He really is an amazing person and I love him to death. I’m a jealous person (not toxic tho) so it would be really hard to see him with someone else. I just feel like I’d like to date other people for a while then eventually marry him. But I don’t know. I’m really struggling and I don’t know what to do. He’s my best friend and I really care for him but I just feel like it’s not the best thing for me. Every time I even think of breaking up with him it makes me really sad and makes me want him... so I’m not really sure what I want... thoughts?
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2020.09.20 04:57 applying2skoolz best friend has become someone i don’t even know and it’s making me sad

She’s become really really different over quarantine and we have gotten into some fights, hung out only once, and gotten really different. She didn’t social distance at all, even when ppl rlly close to me and our other friends were dying of covid, we got ina fight over it and she told me i was jealous that she was allowed to go out and i wasn’t. she’s rlly self obsessed now and will post pictures with the caption “i’m so fucking pretty” literally every day i mean 100% seriously.
Both of us agreed only a few months ago that we were going to save our virginity for our first serious long term boyfriend and she lost it to a guy she has been hooking up with who refuses to officially date her. And I was shocked at first but I didn’t really think it was a big deal, she made the decision so she must have felt ready, and i figured I was the only one she told. Now she posts a selfie after everytime she gets railed and brags about how her parents are in the next room. and she used to make me feel guilty for making out with this guy in the park once!!!!! she makes fun of me for having a political club at school, i’ve started a small business that everyone but her has bought from (it’s not a money thing). i literally gave her the first thing i made for free and she wears it everyday, you would think she would buy something else from me for under $10 just to support me right??? She posts herself smoking and drinking, things I both do but I think posting it on social media is the trashiest thing you can ever do. that was something we both used to think. especially since she had freshman and rlly impressionable ppl on social media.
she only texts me when she wants to talk abt guys or gossip abt other ppl, she only facetimes me when she’s exceptionally bored, she responds to texts and snaps days later so i stopped texting her. out of all people i didn’t think my best friend would switch up so so much. i don’t want to be friends with someone who is so vain anyways so it doesn’t hurt that much but it just sucks that i got so distant from my old best friend in fall of senior year.
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