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2014.08.10 07:52 Liberty_Scholar Libertarians

This subreddit has been created as an alternative to /Libertarian which many have begun to feel has become a "Republican-lite" domain rather than a *real* libertarian domain.
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You know those nitty gritty details you can only talk about with your best friend? Well, here is TwoXSex: a place for women to bare all about their experiences, concerns, questions, anything you may want to talk about when it comes to doing the deed (or anything leading up to it). This might include technique, initiation tactics, grooming, "is this normal?," and everything in between.
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2020.07.10 20:26 PanAmPat What game show would you like to see revived? (plus, my selection - Twenty One!)

Pretty straightforward. The question is in the title (and I'd love to read your suggestions), although I'd like to use this opportunity to advance my proposal, the Barry-Enright classic Twenty One.
Seeing that NBC is planning to revive a recent classic, The Weakest Link, and that ABC has been reviving classics like they were on sale (most of which weren't their own creations, but that's another story), I reckon it's time NBC revived one of their own, a legendary show (probably for the wrong reasons), the granddaddy of all tension-raising, dramatic, high-money high-stakes game shows, Twenty One.
But not like they did with Maury Povich (although I certainly wouldn't mind him hosting such a revival). No Perfect 21s. No Second Chances. No strikes. No money ladder. No multiple choice questions (it's supposed to be really hard, dammit). No gimmicks.
Keep it simple. Two contestants (a champion and a challenger) try to get to 21. They will face off in no more than 5 rounds of play. In each round, they pick the number of points (between 1 and 11) they want to play for based off how much they know in a given subject. The higher the points, the harder the question (or questions, for 10 and 11 pointers). If they're right, they win the points. If they're wrong, the points are deducted from their score (although their score can never be less than 0). The subject changes every round. Every two rounds they can choose to stop and end the game. If the champion hits 21 first, they win instantly. If the challenger hits 21 first, the champion will have a shot a tying (unless such a tie is mathematically impossible). If 21 is not achieved after 5 rounds or either contestant chooses to stop, the winner is whomever is in lead. Winnings are calculated based off the point difference between them and their opponent. $10,000 a point, with the value going up by $10,000 after every tie. If a challenger beats a champion, their winnings are deducted from the champion's. Winner stays until they are defeated. Sounds simple enough, no?
Linked below is a restored kinescope of the original broadcast of the legendary rigged episode of December 5th, 1956 (in pristine condition), the Stempel vs. Van Doren match that was featured in Quiz Show. If I could revive the show the way I want, it would look almost exactly like that, just in color and without sponsor logos on set. No need for a proper intro. No need for music even (that's what the 2000 revival got wrong; in an attempt to mimic WWTBAM?, they put too much extra crap in, including that background music, which I think subtracted from the show). Unlike the episode linked below, I wouldn't even want music when they're put into the booths or when they're thinking on a question. Dead silence except for the occasional ticking of a clock when they're thinking or a fanfare when a game ends. That's all. Make it a weekly primetime event, one hour-long episode a week.
Twenty One has the perfect recipe for maximum natural human drama - a televised battle of wits that could triumph even that of Jeopardy! (provided you have the right pair of people on). It could be, like, Jeopardy! on steroids.
Besides, the original format never had a fair shot at unrigged greatness. I think that's because while the concept was great, it was just a bit too ahead of its time. For a show like Twenty One to succeed unrigged, it needed a public who had access to a solid education and the amounts of knowledge only the information superhighway of today can offer. Now we live in the era of John Carpenter and Kevin Olmstead and Brad Rutter and James Holzhauer and Ken Jennings - not only some of the most intelligent people to have ever been paraded in front of our screens, but some of the gutsiest and daring.
Twenty One, done right, could be the pinnacle of dramatic high-stakes television game shows, the ultimate in the genre.
Of course, tragically, I sense that a modern American public may not share in my zeal for Twenty One. I sense such a revival as I described would only be appealing to folks who like Jeopardy!, both in terms of viewership and contestants (and they're hardly the average American TV viewer; besides, I'm sure a number of them watch solely to pass time until Wheel of Fortune comes on). I also sense NBC would find some way to botch it up (I mean, to me, they already did once) by adding unnecessary gimmicks that would (to me) cut down on suspense and drama.
LINK - Twenty One - The Legendary Rigged Stempel vs. Van Doren Game (December 5, 1956)
P.S. While I know we love to say "It's so obviously rigged, they're [Stempel and Van Doren] are so bad at faking indecision/anxiety/nervousness/etc.", I think it would come off as quite authentic and suspenseful to the untrained eye. It did to me. I knew it was rigged and that everyone on stage that day knew exactly how the show would go, and yet I still found myself on edge and drawn in - hence my passionate argument for the show's revival.
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2020.07.10 19:31 tragictofu Her father would have been the perfect pimp

I’m trying to remember when feeling exposed started being a bad thing. How much of who I am do I even feel comfortable revealing to myself. If ignorance is bliss, then my self-awareness process is orgasmic. Like the euphoria you run away from lest it remind you too much of your loneliness. To take yourself this seriously, you have to confuse being and pleasure. To use words (language) in any meaningful way, you have to confuse being and constructing. Observation destroys authenticity, in the same way the reality of the past is destroyed by time passing. Past was a sort of fiction in this way. I’m trying to remember what I had to forget for the sake of orgasm. Selective forgetting is the only way to cum, but your memory is the only way you can know yourself, or memory is the source of all of your identity. Forgetting is orgasmic, loneliness is orgasmic, self-awareness... and I express everything through pleasure. I guess as time passed, I forgot the part about taking love from others, I forgot all of my history about who and why I fuck. I compensate for this through the aimless pursuit of pleasure. When the coke high wears off, taco bell and a blunt in my brand-new porcelain tub. I think I deserve nice things but for some reason I don’t remember. Something about pleasure making me an unreliable narrator. I can’t even remember If I prefer two teabags or one, so I drink two cups of tea, three teabags in total. I know about me being afraid of love from a BuzzFeed quiz but I’m having trouble retrieving information about what repercussions my fear has on my approach to love and sex. Nor do I really understand the concept of repercussions. Because of all of this, I exist in the space between authenticity and fiction, with my identity consisting of cheesy gordita crunch, BuzzFeed quiz results, and whatever sensory information that time will soon destroy. I’m convinced that anything I write down on paper will disappear off of the page immediately and I have no reason to believe otherwise. To exist in this animal state of reflexive incompetence is as liberating as it is debilitating. I can easily do things like have sex with my family, and it’s my own personal belief that the most important consequence of contraceptive technology is its potential mitigating effect on the consequences of incest. Because I have never experienced the joy of taboo, having sex with my father is just like fucking any other man. After a while I get bored, so I break up with him via email. Shamelessness is not necessarily genetic but it its contagious in physical space. After I leave my father, he searches for another woman who will let him feed off of her shamelessness. Because of my condition, I have no relationship with grief. Being highly intelligent, I walk to 14th street and Avenue A and make seventy-five dollars prostituting myself. I use some of it to buy a sharp knife that I keep in my sock and I decide that my body can replace my father as income. Instead of sleeping on the street, I stay at the hotels that my tricks try to fuck me in. Usually, I just rob them with my knife without even taking off my pants. I am small and weak but the same shamelessness that attracts men to my body also makes them fear me. After a week of this I return to my father with 50 dollars in my pocket. Now that I’ve been prostituting, I can start to repay my debts to him. I find him in his house lying next to a dirty bathtub with bluegrass music playing from his cellphone. There are small blue pills scattered around him. Before even checking his pulse, I sit on the edge of the tub and light a cigarette. Then I take three blue pills off the floor and wash them back with the murky water from the bathtub faucet. The causes of death are shame, not being able to fuck me, and the fact that he has fucked me. If I hadn’t broken up with him or he had found another girl with no memory, he wouldn’t have needed to face what he had done. As the pills soaked into my body like a weighted blanket, I laid down next to his corpse with my arm wrapped around him. When I wake up, I’m on a farm in the south of France. It would be easy to find out how I got here but I don’t care, and I soon find that farming can be just as lucrative as prostituting. I start work as a Shepard on the same day. I live in a small room to the left of where the goats are kept. When my boss finds out I’ve been fucking the goats, he gifts me a pair of ski boots. If you put ski boots on a goat you can fuck them without getting kicked. It took two weeks until my boss fell in love with me and I had to leave the farm in the middle of the night to protect my body from him. Prostitutes make no money in France. Even though it is the first time I have ever been poor, I fit easily into the underbelly. My homelessness reinforces my condition, until eventually there is no separation between my skin and the world around me. You can only exist insofar as you are conscious of your own existence. I meet this girl and we fuck each-other every day in an abandoned apartment on the first floor of a building near Canal Saint-Martin. She tells me I am a Cancer and we construct my personality based on my chart. I find out that I am a woman (female) and come to learn about my history based on information that exists outside of myself that is, for the most part, unrelated to me. The illusory self-knowledge is better than nothing but because I am poor, I cannot actualize myself. The only feeling I can hold onto is her fingers in my cunt. If I existed, I would be an artist, but instead I am only a body. My body, who is a Cancer, moves on from the girl I was fucking in the abandoned building near the Canal. Holding onto the illusion of my identity, I take my knife out of my dirty sock and use it to draw a picture into my skin. The scar heals and disappears almost immediately after.
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2020.07.10 15:42 EcclesKnees Late bloomer heart broken after first short relationship

Hi, I'm in need of some support following my first month long relationship with a girl. Some background, up until meeting her I was a 28 year old dateless virgin stemming from a chronic lack of self confidence and embarrassment. I'm a very sensitive and anxious person, and have always wanted someone to love and cherish. She (26) has been my next door neighbour on and off for many years but we had never spoken. She invited me outside for some drinks on her birthday, 3 days after having been dumped by her boyfriend. I ended up going inside her flat with a few of her friends near the nights end, we were rather drunk, as I was leaving with the others she asked me to stay and we ended up kissing, I woke up in her bed the next morning. We talked for many hours and had a good laugh. A few days later she posts a note through my door asking if I want to go for a walk, and we did so the next day. I'd been incredibly anxious up to this point about what had happened. She mentioned she had hangover blues and I said I had too. I said I had to be honest with her and I said I hadn't kissed anyone since I was a teenager. She was shocked because I didn't seem like that, and she was very non-judgemental. That night she came to mine and we did a zoom quiz with my friends, she stayed the night, we kissed, we said let's take it slow.
From there we were hanging out daily, I turned 29, we were talking all the time, we kissed, we held hands, we cuddled, went on walks, sat in the sun, held each other, we made plans for the future, shared our mental health with each other. We had sex, she took it so slow with me, made sure I was comfortable and didn't pressure me. We got closer, she would message how much she fancies me, that she's really fond of me. I felt like the stars had aligned. Of all the times for me to meet someone and lose my virginity it was in lockdown. And she's so beautiful in every way, we got along so well, would laugh at and with each other, matched interests and are both creatives, it felt so.. magical. She wondered how I was ever her first, that I'm handsome and likeable.
The more attached I got, the more anxious I became, I was desperate for it to continue. After a sleepless night at hers where I was panicking that I was going to ruin it, I went back to my place where I slipped into an anxious mess, she messaged asking how I was, I asked her to come round. She asked what I was worried about, I said I was worried the anxiety and insecurity I was trying to overcome was clouding the real me, that she wasn't seeing my best side and that I was worried I was going to push her away. I told her I liked her for so many reasons and I really wanted us to work out. She said she hadn't been her best either, that we'd rushed into it, that we'd been spending lots of time together and we probably need to give each other space. She said she thought I was great but we should go back to dating and dial things back. I felt relieved after this, she could have walked away but she seemed like she wanted to continue things, just at a slower pace.
However following this discussion her attraction to me seemed to fade, we spent less time talking and seeing each other, and when we did, I was initiating everything, kissing, holding hands, suggesting things to do. I kept looking for validation by trying to get passionate kisses out her again, but it felt so one sided. My anxiety and negative thoughts were through the roof, I was hurting already so much thinking I'd lost her. I took her for a picnic which went great I thought, we had fun. Towards the end of the night she said she needed space, that she was being a bit weird and that we rushed Into it so soon after her previous boyfriend, but said we'd be back to where we were at some point. I felt great thinking all I had to do was respect her space and back off for a bit. I didn't hear from her for 5 days, we bumped into each other and had a strained and awkward conversation where I weakly asked when we could next hang out to which she did not seem interested in. I left it 9 more days with no contact.
My friend pushed me to get on tinder to build my confidence up, I entertained his idea without any actual intent, and ended up seeing her on there with recent pictures. I was heartbroken, devastated, hurt beyond words. I decided I had to talk to her, the next day I asked if we could talk. I said I felt like I'd been left hanging, that I didn't fully understand what giving space meant, that I'd found it hard having no contact with her, and that I have feelings for her. She said she doesn't want to be in a relationship right now, that she needs space, that she'd get weird and unpleasant if she rushed into one now so soon after her breakup, and that she does have feelings for me. I brought up Tinder and said you're obviously entitled to be on there and that we weren't in a relationship but I was crushed and hurt knowing that she'd be with other men. She said she wanted the option and to fulfill her high sex drive without getting attached to people. She said she really wants us to be to friends and to just hang out and see where we go from there, that she wasn't promising anything nor ruling out us being a thing. I said I would not wait for her as its unfair on both of us. She thought we were really exciting and we had a great time but had to put the breaks on or I'd get hurt. We laughed about the fun we had, I left and thanked her for being honest and having that talk with me.
Now I am a heart broken mess. I was so excited about our potential future together, all the things we would do. She was my ideal partner and I don't think that's coming from her being my first. Everything about her is amazing and I feel like I've lost an absolute gem of an opportunity to develop and grow with someone. I can't stop thinking about all the mistakes I made, what I shouldn't have done or said. I keep holding onto that tiny thread of hope that we can be more than friends. I dread having to be friends with her with these feelings I can't let go of. I'm terrified of how ill feel when I see her with another man. I fear hearing or seeing her which I often do since we live next door to each other, what a terrible situation. I miss being close and intimate with her so much, I was so happy with her.
My mistakes that I've become aware of were that I was too needy, overbearing, over invested, too open and honest about how I felt about how I was feeling, too predictable, too open about how insecure I was. I put her on a pedestal, I sacrificed too much of myself for her, I needed her affection to validate me. I didn't play it cool enough, I didn't give her enough space. I should have known that I was a rebound, 3 days after her ex ended things with her.
Deep down, I know we wouldn't have lasted, she's far more developed than I am, has an exceedingly more interesting and busy life than me, is very sexually experienced and has needs that I can't fulfill. There are parts to her that I did struggle to accept, such as her mostly being friends with other men which drove my insecurity mad. I just wish that I was more like her or more like the the person she would want to be with.
I don't know what to do or how to get over this, I'm such a late bloomer, I'm so scared of having to get out there and find someone Instead of it just presenting itself to me. How can I possibly get over the first woman I've been with who was also the most beautiful, kind, honest and fun person I've known? I want so much for her to stay in my life, I see so much value in at least being her friend but it will kill me if I still have such strong feelings for her, I don't know what to do. The whole experience was like a movie or book, it was too good to be true, it was so exciting, full of fun drama, we got along so well and now it's over, I don't know how to cope or move on or what my next steps should be.
Thank you for reading this far if you have, I just needed to get this out and get some support, I'm broken.
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2020.07.10 15:27 EcclesKnees Late bloomer heart broken after first short relationship

Edit : thank you so much to everyone that took the time to read this and give me so much support. I'll cherish what people have written and continue to revisit these replies.
Hi, I'm in need of some support following my first month long relationship with a girl. Some background, up until meeting her I was a 28 year old dateless virgin stemming from a chronic lack of self confidence and embarrassment. I'm a very sensitive and anxious person, and have always wanted someone to love and cherish. She (26) has been my next door neighbour on and off for many years but we had never spoken. She invited me outside for some drinks on her birthday, 3 days after having been dumped by her boyfriend. I ended up going inside her flat with a few of her friends near the nights end, we were rather drunk, as I was leaving with the others she asked me to stay and we ended up kissing, I woke up in her bed the next morning. We talked for many hours and had a good laugh. A few days later she posts a note through my door asking if I want to go for a walk, and we did so the next day. I'd been incredibly anxious up to this point about what had happened. She mentioned she had hangover blues and I said I had too. I said I had to be honest with her and I said I hadn't kissed anyone since I was a teenager. She was shocked because I didn't seem like that, and she was very non-judgemental. That night she came to mine and we did a zoom quiz with my friends, she stayed the night, we kissed, we said let's take it slow.
From there we were hanging out daily, I turned 29, we were talking all the time, we kissed, we held hands, we cuddled, went on walks, sat in the sun, held each other, we made plans for the future, shared our mental health with each other. We had sex, she took it so slow with me, made sure I was comfortable and didn't pressure me. We got closer, she would message how much she fancies me, that she's really fond of me. I felt like the stars had aligned. Of all the times for me to meet someone and lose my virginity it was in lockdown. And she's so beautiful in every way, we got along so well, would laugh at and with each other, matched interests and are both creatives, it felt so.. magical. She wondered how I was ever her first, that I'm handsome and likeable.
The more attached I got, the more anxious I became, I was desperate for it to continue. After a sleepless night at hers where I was panicking that I was going to ruin it, I went back to my place where I slipped into an anxious mess, she messaged asking how I was, I asked her to come round. She asked what I was worried about, I said I was worried the anxiety and insecurity I was trying to overcome was clouding the real me, that she wasn't seeing my best side and that I was worried I was going to push her away. I told her I liked her for so many reasons and I really wanted us to work out. She said she hadn't been her best either, that we'd rushed into it, that we'd been spending lots of time together and we probably need to give each other space. She said she thought I was great but we should go back to dating and dial things back. I felt relieved after this, she could have walked away but she seemed like she wanted to continue things, just at a slower pace.
However following this discussion her attraction to me seemed to fade, we spent less time talking and seeing each other, and when we did, I was initiating everything, kissing, holding hands, suggesting things to do. I kept looking for validation by trying to get passionate kisses out her again, but it felt so one sided. My anxiety and negative thoughts were through the roof, I was hurting already so much thinking I'd lost her. I took her for a picnic which went great I thought, we had fun. Towards the end of the night she said she needed space, that she was being a bit weird and that we rushed Into it so soon after her previous boyfriend, but said we'd be back to where we were at some point. I felt great thinking all I had to do was respect her space and back off for a bit. I didn't hear from her for 5 days, we bumped into each other and had a strained and awkward conversation where I weakly asked when we could next hang out to which she did not seem interested in. I left it 9 more days with no contact.
My friend pushed me to get on tinder to build my confidence up, I entertained his idea without any actual intent, and ended up seeing her on there with recent pictures. I was heartbroken, devastated, hurt beyond words. I decided I had to talk to her, the next day I asked if we could talk. I said I felt like I'd been left hanging, that I didn't fully understand what giving space meant, that I'd found it hard having no contact with her, and that I have feelings for her. She said she doesn't want to be in a relationship right now, that she needs space, that she'd get weird and unpleasant if she rushed into one now so soon after her breakup, and that she does have feelings for me. I brought up Tinder and said you're obviously entitled to be on there and that we weren't in a relationship but I was crushed and hurt knowing that she'd be with other men. She said she wanted the option and to fulfill her high sex drive without getting attached to people. She said she really wants us to be to friends and to just hang out and see where we go from there, that she wasn't promising anything nor ruling out us being a thing. I said I would not wait for her as its unfair on both of us. She thought we were really exciting and we had a great time but had to put the breaks on or I'd get hurt. We laughed about the fun we had, I left and thanked her for being honest and having that talk with me.
Now I am a heart broken mess. I was so excited about our potential future together, all the things we would do. She was my ideal partner and I don't think that's coming from her being my first. Everything about her is amazing and I feel like I've lost an absolute gem of an opportunity to develop and grow with someone. I can't stop thinking about all the mistakes I made, what I shouldn't have done or said. I keep holding onto that tiny thread of hope that we can be more than friends. I dread having to be friends with her with these feelings I can't let go of. I'm terrified of how ill feel when I see her with another man. I fear hearing or seeing her which I often do since we live next door to each other, what a terrible situation. I miss being close and intimate with her so much, I was so happy with her.
My mistakes that I've become aware of were that I was too needy, overbearing, over invested, too open and honest about how I felt about how I was feeling, too predictable, too open about how insecure I was. I put her on a pedestal, I sacrificed too much of myself for her, I needed her affection to validate me. I didn't play it cool enough, I didn't give her enough space. I should have known that I was a rebound, 3 days after her ex ended things with her.
Deep down, I know we wouldn't have lasted, she's far more developed than I am, has an exceedingly more interesting and busy life than me, is very sexually experienced and has needs that I can't fulfill. There are parts to her that I did struggle to accept, such as her mostly being friends with other men which drove my insecurity mad. I just wish that I was more like her or more like the the person she would want to be with.
I don't know what to do or how to get over this, I'm such a late bloomer, I'm so scared of having to get out there and find someone Instead of it just presenting itself to me. How can I possibly get over the first woman I've been with who was also the most beautiful, kind, honest and fun person I've known? I want so much for her to stay in my life, I see so much value in at least being her friend but it will kill me if I still have such strong feelings for her, I don't know what to do. The whole experience was like a movie or book, it was too good to be true, it was so exciting, full of fun drama, we got along so well and now it's over, I don't know how to cope or move on or what my next steps should be.
Thank you for reading this far if you have, I just needed to get this out and get some support, I'm broken.
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2020.07.10 13:43 AshleighBSB Boarding School Blues - Chapter 11: Checkmate

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Rules for playing Weddas
1) Each player draws a letter. The player whose letter is the closest to A goes first. Play continues clockwise.
2) Each player draws 7 tiles.
3) The first player spells a word on the table.
4) Players take turns building off that word.
5) The player with the most points at the end wins.

Scoring
Each letter is work one point. If a player makes multiple words on a single turn, each word is counted separately.
Clear rack bonus = extra 10 points
New board = 20 point penalty

NOTE: Playing more than one game a day can be dangerous to your health!

Melinda walked up the interior MAC stairs towards the table in the corner of the loft, where she found Walter sitting with a green velvet drawstring bag on the table in front of him. She said nothing as she slid into the booth across from him.
“You said like Parents’ Weekend,” he reminded her. “I talked to Pat. He’s gonna join us. You want a snack before we start?”
Melinda was not particularly hungry, but the grilled food smelled so good, she could not help herself. She had received her fries and milkshake and returned to her seat when Pat finally arrived. He slid into the booth beside her, flashing that winning smile.
“What’s up, third formers? Why the summons?”
“Melinda said you wanted to hang out,” Walter explained, not completely able to mask the bitterness in his voice. “So this is us hanging out. In public. You want a snack before we start?”
Pat considered his brother a moment, then looked at Melinda and pointed towards her fries. “Can I have some?”
“That depends. Do you have his appetite?” She pointed a fry at Walter with a flirtacious smile.
Pat laughed and Walter smiled.
“I’ll get my own.” Pat slid out of the booth.
Walter turned to his brother. “Hey, can you get me some, too?”
“Maybe.” Melinda could tell by Pat’s smile that meant yeas.
“Melinda?” asked a voice from the opposite end of the loft. Melinda looked towards the staircase, recognizing a girl from her Latin class walking towards her. As she approached, the girl saw Walter sitting in the booth as well. “Oh, hey Walter.”
“Hi, Zayne. How’s it going?”
“Not great.” Zayne sighed as she plopped herself down next to Melinda. “I didn’t do so well on our pop quiz Saturday. How’d you do?” she asked Melinda
Melinda shrugged. “I dunno yet. I just took it today. It didn’t feel too bad.”
“I was wondering if maybe we could study together. Maybe you could help me understand what’s going on. I always think I understand it, and then I don’t seem to do well on the tests.”
Melinda hesitated. “Well, I study with Walter. He helps me understand it. You could join us?”
“Maybe tonight?”
“Oh, I have orchestra tonight.”
“I could still help you,” Walter offered. “I study in the library, up on the second floor.” He shrugged. “If you bring your homework, I can help you with it.”
“Oh, thanks!” Zayne stood as Pat approached the table carrying two containers of fries. Zayne headed into the line, although Melinda saw her glance back as Pat sat beside Melinda, passing Walter one of the cartons. Pat nodded in Zayne’s direction.
“Friend?”
“Walter’s gonna help her in Latin,” Melinda said.
“She’s cute.” Pat smiled, causing Melinda to feel a mild pang of jealousy and Walter to start turning red. Pat winked at Melinda. “You’re cuter.”
“Stop that. Now,” Walter insisted. “No flirting during Weddas.”
“Sorry.” Pat sounded anything but. “Couldn’t help it.”
Melinda said nothing as she plopped another French fry into her mouth. Walter passed out the tile holders, placing the extra ones on the side, then passed the bag around for everyone to select one tile.
“Q,” said Walter.
“K,” announced Pat. He turned to Melinda. “I guess you’re going first.”
She reached into the bag. “X.” She held up her tile for the boys to see.
“I stand corrected.”
Everyone returned their tiles to the bag. Pat shook it a few times before taking out his letters, then waited for everyone else to select their letters before placing frown on the table.

Melinda enjoyed playing with the boys, and most of the game felt as it had during Parents’ Weekend. However, subtle differences reminded Melinda that much had happened in the past two weeks. Every so often, one of the boys would get overly excited and their loud voices would have the other people at the MAC Attack glancing in their direction. And Melinda did not think she was imagining Pat brushing his arm against hers on the table a couple of times. Each time, Melinda felt a tingling sensation that extended from her arm to her belly.
When everyone had used all their tiles, Melinda could not make any new words with any of her remaining letters, but Walter and Pat were able to completely clear their racks.
“So,” Walter announced, “I won with one hundred and twenty points. Pat, you had a hundred and Melinda, you had sixty. That’s not bad.”
Pat put his arm around Melinda and leaned closer to her. “Lemme see your tiles.” He pulled her rack between them. “You could have gotten a bunch more words. See, if you put this here,” he picked up a tile and placed it in a corner formed by the intersection of two words, “you get these three words and…eighteen points.”
Melinda shook her head. “I know all those words, too. I just didn’t see it.”
Pat picked up another tile and placed it at the end of a word. “You could have played this, too.”
Melinda shrugged. “Maybe I’ll do better next time.”
Walter glanced at his watch. “Wanna play again?”
“No,” Melinda declared adamantly. “I like this game, but only once a day. More than that, I’ll go nuts!”
Pat laughed as he removed his arm and started helping Walter place all the tiles into the bag. “So, whaddaya say? Should we do this again tomorrow?” He was looking at Melinda, but she looked to Walter.
“Yeah, I guess so.” Walter shrugged.

The following afternoon, Melinda was the first to notice Pat walking towards the lunch table. Beside her, Sarah and Larry had been involved one of their private conversations, and Walter had his back towards the servery and did not see his brother approaching.
Pat plopped himself in one of the several seats between Melinda and Walter, slightly closer to Melinda, she noticed, and turned to his brother. “So, how was your date last night?”
Melinda was not sure if it was Pat’s presence or the word “date” that caught Sarah’s attention.
“Date? Who had a date?” She looked around, then pointed to Melinda. “You had orchestra. I know. I was there.”
Walter started turning red as Melinda giggled an explanation. “You know Zayne? I forgot her last name.”
Sarah looked towards the ceiling as she recalled the information on their classmate. “It starts with a K. Its unpronounceable. She’s on the…third floor? I think so. Single, I think.” She looked back towards Walter. “You had a date last night?”
Walter seemed to have recovered. “Kryszak,” he said. “I asked her last night. And, no, we did not have a date, which you very well know.” He glared at Pat.
Melinda continued her explanation. “Anyway, Zayne came up to me yesterday asking for help in Latin. I told her Walter helps me and invited her to study with us. When I told her I had rehearsal last night, she still wanted to study with Walter.”
“You didn’t tell me this.” Larry sounded pained as he looked at his friend.
“Um, when exactly was I supposed to tell you? You didn’t show up to dinner last night and when I was looking for you during break, Andy said you were with Sarah.”
“You could have said something this morning.”
“Honestly, I forgot by this morning. Zayne and I studied Latin together. I also helped her with her algebra a little. Then, we just worked quietly for a while. I did mention how you and I do the assignments in advance –”
“What?” Pat turned to Melinda. “You do extra homework?”
Melinda closed her eyes and sighed. “No. I just do it early. So, today is Tuesday. All the homework I was supposed to do tonight, I did it last night. So, today, I could better understand what my teachers are saying. Or participate in class discussions a little better. Tonight, I’ll do the assignments for tomorrow night. Except art. I just draw whatever Mr. Rockwell assigns in class; we don’t have a syllabus there.” Melinda turned her attention back to Walter. “So, is she going to study with us?”
“Not every night. But, she said she might like to join us once in a while. Especially before next week’s quiz.”
“Did you know about this extra homework thing?” Larry asked Sarah.
“Why is this a big deal?” Melinda could feel her face growing warm.
“Yeah. She told me about it a long time ago. She got the idea from…” Sarah trailed off.
Larry and Pat both looked around the table, until Larry voiced what they both were thinking. “Who? She got the idea from who?”
“Whom,” Pat corrected automatically.
“An arrogant narcissist who shall remain nameless,” Walter answered.
Larry thought for a moment. “Nope. Clueless.”
“The first guy she dated,” Sarah whispered.
Larry called Mike an unflattering name that had everyone at the table smiling.
“I feel out of the loop,” Pat said. “But, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, so I’ll just have Walter tell me later.” His smile made it hard for Melinda to know if he was serious.
“Hey, anyone wanna go to the coffee shop this afternoon?” Sarah suggested.
“I usually go there Wednesdays after school to kill time before CCD,” Melinda explained. “I don't think I want to go two days in a row.”
“We could go to Checkmate,” suggested Pat. When he was met with four blank stares he asked, “You guys haven’t discovered Checkmate yet? Okay. We’re going there this afternoon. Everyone bring five bucks and meet me behind Stanton at three”
“What are you getting us into?” Larry asked warily.
Pat merely smiled. “You’ll love it.”

“So, where is your boyfriend taking us?” Sarah asked Melinda as they stood behind Stanton with Walter and Larry.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Melinda said at the same time Walter was saying, “He’s not her boyfriend.”
“Is this some sort of upper former prank against third formers?” Larry asked suspiciously.
“Wow, way to be paranoid,” Pat said from behind them. Although they were all wearing parkas, hats, and gloves to ward against the November chill, Pat had also draped a scarf around his mouth and was wearing large sunglasses, making him nearly unrecognizable. He pointed to his roommate beside him. “Has everyone met Frank? Frank, that’s Walter’s friend Larry and Melinda’s roommate Sarah. This is Pete. Call him Frank. Okay. Let’s go.”
Pat started along the path towards the main road that led into town, and everyone followed in silence for a while. “So, what exactly is this place?” Walter asked as he caught up to his brother.
“Not telling. I wanna surprise you. Frank and I used to go here all the time.”
“Spence is going to be so excited to see you,” Frank said to Pat. “I stopped in to say hi back in September and he was really bummed you were gone for the term.”
The wind started blowing in their direction, slowing their progress and making it difficult to walk. It seemed like a long time before they reached the center of town, with the coffee shop across the street. Instead of crossing either of the streets, however, Pat turned left and continued about half a block before holding open a door.
Melinda followed her friends into the establishment towards a counter a few feet in front of them. In the display case, she could see some movie-theater snacks. There was a half-wall on her right, over which she could see a spattering of tables. There were round tables and angular tables. There were tall tables and short tables. There were booths and chairs. There was even a kids-size table with brightly colored chairs. The room was lined with floor to ceiling bookcases, with other bookcases of various heights positioned around the room separating the tables.
On every shelf were piles of board games, most of which had titles she didn’t recognize. Was it her imagination or were some not even in English? They seemed to be arranged in some order, since the stack closest to Melinda appeared to be world-domination-type games.
There were only three other people in the establishment. Two elderly gentlemen were playing chess at a table by the window with the board imprinted upon it. They did not appear to notice the arrival of Melinda and her friends.
The middle-aged man sitting behind the counter did, however. He stood up and took off the reading glasses that had been sitting on the tip of his nose. He placed an open paperback book on the seat beneath him and rubbed his eyes much like a sleepy child might.
“Do my eyes deceive me,” he said as he put down his hands and smiled wide. “Or has Pat Evans finally returned to Checkmate?”
“Hey Spencer,” Pat greeted him with a complicated handshake.
“When did you get back?”
“A little over two weeks ago. And, before you ask, I had a lot of work to catch up on, so I haven’t had time to come visit. But, here I am. And, I brought you new customers.”
Pat gestured behind him. “This is my brother, Walter. And, those are his friends: Melinda, Sarah, and Larry. This is Spencer. He owns the place.”
“What is this place?” Walter asked reverently. He had the look of a young child walking into a large toy store for the first time.
“It’s a game café. You can stay and play as many games as you want all afternoon. You just have to be careful not to break any of the games.”
“I’ve collected games from all different countries,” Spencer explained. “You tell me what you want to play, and we’ll find something like it.”
“I’ve already got a game in mind for now,” Pat said. “Okay, now everyone pay up. I don’t have enough cash to cover everyone.”
Everyone passed their five dollars to Pat, who handed the money to Spencer, then Pat gestured to a large table in the back corner that could seat the six of them. “Go sit over there. I’m gonna get the game.”
Pat wandered towards a bookshelf near the front of the room and frowned. He shouted across the café, “Spence! You reorganized!”
“No, I didn’t!” Spencer shouted in reply. “What’re you looking for?”
“Pictowar!”
“It’s over there!”
“No, it’s not!”
“I can’t concentrate!” shouted one of the older gentlemen near Pat.
The other older man sighed. “Spence, you reorganized back in May. It’s in the family game section, two bookcases to your left.”
“Thanks, Rick,” Pat replied.
Pat retrieved the game and brought it to their table, sitting beside Melinda.
“Pat, how often do you come here that you know the other customers’ names?” she asked.
He opened the box. “Huh? Oh, that’s Rick. He’s Spencer’s father. The other guy is John, his brother. Spencer lets them play for free. They’re here every day. He kinda built this place for them.”
Pat took out a bunch of whiteboard markers and explained the rules. His team would use one whiteboard while Frank’s would use the other. When no one had any questions, Pat divided the teams. He took a piece of paper and split it four ways, writing P on two pieces and F on the other. He crumpled all four pieces into balls and placed them in his ski cap. After shaking the cap, he held it out to Melinda. She took one and passed the hat to Sarah, who passed it to Larry, then to Walter. Melinda and Sarah both ended up on Pat’s team and Larry and Walter were with Frank.
Frank and Pat both went first. Frank flipped the first card, swore under his breath, and showed the card to Pat. Pat grimaced and flipped the sand hourglass timer.
“Go!” He grabbed a marker and raced to his board.
Melinda looked at the circle he drew and the stick figure on top of it. He had drawn x’s for eyes. Was the man dead? Sarah was yelling random words.
“Circle. Man. Dead. Sleeping. Kick.”
“How’d you get kick?” Melinda asked.
Sarah pointed to the other board, where Frank had drawn a boot. There was a stick figure in a boat. Now, Frank was drawing a swimming pool with another stick figure in a blindfold. Meanwhile, Pat was drawing more stick figures.
“Marco Polo!” Melinda shouted.
“Yes!” Pat gave her a high five. “We get a point. Okay. Who’s next?”
Melinda and Walter both drew next, and Melinda was glad she had been drawing so many fruit bowls in art class when she saw the word was “Banana split.”
It did not take long for Sarah to guess her picture. Melinda was able to guess “Three Blind Mice” from Larry’s picture instead of Sarah’s.
“We’re awesome!” Pat declared. “We need a team name.”
Frank grumbled testily. “No team names! Just draw. Come on, guys. We need to earn some points!”

They played until Frank’s team won, twenty-one to fifteen. “Okay. What’s next?” Frank asked as he started putting the markers and cards back into the box.
Walter immediately got up and began looking around the room at the various games. Everyone else did the same. Pat followed Melinda to the puzzle games section and stood silently beside her as they examined the games.
“Have you ever played Mancala?” Pat asked after a few moments.
Melinda shook her head. “No.”
“Come on. I’ll show you.” He pulled a thin blue tin off the shelf then grabbed her hand, leading her to a small table for two. They sat opposite each other and he pulled a wooden rectangle slightly larger than an egg carton out of the tin. He flipped it open along the shorter edge and Melinda saw an oval depression on each end of the board, reminding her of the end zone on a football field. Between the two ovals were smaller ovals arranged in pairs. There were brightly colored glass stones in some of the holes.
Pat reorganized all the stones until there were four in each small hole and the larger ovals were empty. He then explained the directions.
“Can we play a practice round?”
“Of course.” Pat’s smile nearly made Melinda forget she was about to compete against him.
The game did not take very long and Melinda figured out the rules fairly quickly. After several rounds, Melinda finally beat Pat, twenty-nine to nineteen.
“Yay! I won!” Melinda considered Pat’s smile a moment. “Wait, you let me win, didn’t you?”
“I promise. I didn’t. We can play again if you don’t believe me.”
“Nah. Let’s play something else.”
“Oh. I have a great idea. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
Melinda watched Pat stroll over to the counter to ask Spencer for something. Spencer pointed to a bookshelf beside him, where Pat removed some paper and grabbed two colored pencils before returning to the table.
“Dots and boxes!” Pat showed Melinda a page covered with a large grid of dots.
“I’ve played this before.”
It took them a while to play the game, and Melinda had a tendency to build three sides of a box and leave the fourth for Pat to score a point. Pat had a tendency to find connections where he could build multiple boxes in one turn. As a result, he beat her sixty-four to thirty-five. They played three more rounds, with Melinda getting slightly higher scores each time, but never actually beating him.
“What next?” Pat asked after the final round.
Melinda checked the time on her phone. “I think we should be heading back for dinner. Why is Sarah texting me?”
Melinda clicked on her text messages icon as she looked around the café, realizing she didn’t see any of her friends. “We all decided to grab some hot cocoa at the coffee shop,” she read aloud. “See you at dinner.”
“I never noticed them leave.”
“We should be getting back.”
“Okay.”
After they bundled themselves against the cold, Pat once again did the complicated handshake with Spencer before putting on his gloves. Then he busily wrapped the scarf around his face while they walked back towards the center of town.
Melinda raised her eyebrows. “You know, it’s not that windy. You probably don’t need the scarf.”
“You realize it’s not for the wind, right?”
“Why else would you wear it? I can never wear scarves. I always feel like they’re strangling me, no matter how loose they are.”
Pat looked at Melinda for a moment and laughed as he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. “You’re adorable. I’m sorry. That was just the randomest comment. I have to wear the scarf in town. I don’t like being recognized.”
It took Melinda almost half a block to understand what Pat was saying. “Is that why you always wear the hat and sunglasses to church?”
Pat nodded. “When I was a third former, I tried just going into town a few times. And I was bombarded by people wanting my autograph or photos. Sometimes, I don’t mind. But, it happened every time I went into town. By Thanksgiving, I was pretty sick of it. Mom suggested the sunglasses and scarf. I told her that it was ridiculous and would never work, but it did. So now, I always hide myself when I go into town.”
“I didn’t think it bothered you. I mean, you’re not worried about it at school.”
“I was when I was a third former. I wanted to be normal, and that’s really hard sometimes. I guess it helped that Meghan was already here, and people had stopped bothering her. I hung around with her a lot when I was a third-former.”
“You miss her being here?”
“I thought I wouldn’t, because Walter’s here now. But, he’s been such a…I can’t say the word I want to say.”
“Blockhead?”
“I like that one. He’s been such a blockhead about the whole thing, it’s made me miss Meghan more. That’s one of the reasons I invited her this weekend. Another was just to annoy Walter.”
Melinda giggled. “I talked to him the other night. I think he’s trying.”
Pat shrugged but made no further comment on the subject. Instead, he pulled her a little closer. “So, feel like telling me about the guy who made you do extra homework?”
Melinda sighed. “I dated this guy a couple of months ago. In one of our conversations, he mentioned doing homework a day early so he could understand the teacher. I thought it was a good idea and decided to do it in all my classes. Walter wanted to keep studying with me, so he did it too. That’s pretty much the whole story.”
“No, it’s not. My brother really seemed to dislike him.”
“Well, Walter didn’t think much of him before we started hanging out, but then he got really mad after the bet. So did Larry.”
“What bet?”
“He made a bet with some of his friends that he could kiss me. And he didn’t see anything wrong with doing that. So, I broke up with him. He was a horrible kisser, anyway. And, why am I telling you all this?”
“It’s the scarf. It makes people want to share their innermost secrets.”
Melinda laughed and pulled down the scarf. “Then, maybe you shouldn’t wear it.”
Pat smiled at her as they approached the rear entrance of the dining hall. “I had fun with you today.” He reached for the door.
“Oh, I’m not going in yet.”
“Why not?”
“I have to get my books. I always get my books first. Then, I can go straight to the library after dinner.”
“That is so…studious,” Pat frowned.
Melinda shrugged. “I’ve got my routines. It feels weird if I don’t go to the dining hall without my bag.”
Pat continued walking with her to the dorms. As they crossed the street, Melinda said, “I had fun with you today, too.”
Pat took her hand and led her to a bench behind the humanities building, where they sat facing each other.
“Do you think, maybe you and I could hang out again? Just the two of us?”
Melinda sighed in exasperation. “Pat, it’s still weird.”
He touched her cheek with the back of his hand. “I know. I mean, you do extra homework. How weird is that?”
She pushed against his chest gently and spoke softly. “Don’t get me wrong. I like spending time with you.”
Pat smiled and pulled her close. She rested her forehead against his. Part of her wondered if he would kiss her. Instead, he sat up suddenly.
“Do you know the story of Daphne and Apollo?”
Melinda thought for a moment before replying. “I remember reading the name, but I don’t remember the story.”
Pat put his arm around Melinda and drew her near. She rested her head on his chest and he placed his on her head, his arms wrapped around her as he reminded her of the myth.
“Apollo was madly in love with Daphne, but she didn’t feel the same way. She was constantly running away from him, but he continued to chase her.”
“Am I your Daphne? Wait, you’re not in love with me, are you?” Melinda tried to sit up.
Pat held her close as he gave a small chuckle. “No, I’m not saying that. I don’t know what I am. Smitten, I guess.”
“Does the story have a happy ending?”
“Um…Let’s just say I hope things turn out better for us.” He caressed her cheek one more time and whispered in her ear. “I should let you go.” He made no motions to do so.
“Pat, I just need more time to figure this out. Whatever this is.”
“I’m not trying to rush you. I’m just reminding you that it’s still here.” He kissed her gently on the forehead before rising and returning to the dining hall. Melinda watched him leave, remaining on the bench until her heart began beating normally again before returning to her room.
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Rules for playing Weddas
1) Each player draws a letter. The player whose letter is the closest to A goes first. Play continues clockwise.
2) Each player draws 7 tiles.
3) The first player spells a word on the table.
4) Players take turns building off that word.
5) The player with the most points at the end wins.

Scoring
Each letter is work one point. If a player makes multiple words on a single turn, each word is counted separately.
Clear rack bonus = extra 10 points
New board = 20 point penalty

NOTE: Playing more than one game a day can be dangerous to your health!

Melinda walked up the interior MAC stairs towards the table in the corner of the loft, where she found Walter sitting with a green velvet drawstring bag on the table in front of him. She said nothing as she slid into the booth across from him.
“You said like Parents’ Weekend,” he reminded her. “I talked to Pat. He’s gonna join us. You want a snack before we start?”
Melinda was not particularly hungry, but the grilled food smelled so good, she could not help herself. She had received her fries and milkshake and returned to her seat when Pat finally arrived. He slid into the booth beside her, flashing that winning smile.
“What’s up, third formers? Why the summons?”
“Melinda said you wanted to hang out,” Walter explained, not completely able to mask the bitterness in his voice. “So this is us hanging out. In public. You want a snack before we start?”
Pat considered his brother a moment, then looked at Melinda and pointed towards her fries. “Can I have some?”
“That depends. Do you have his appetite?” She pointed a fry at Walter with a flirtacious smile.
Pat laughed and Walter smiled.
“I’ll get my own.” Pat slid out of the booth.
Walter turned to his brother. “Hey, can you get me some, too?”
“Maybe.” Melinda could tell by Pat’s smile that meant yeas.
“Melinda?” asked a voice from the opposite end of the loft. Melinda looked towards the staircase, recognizing a girl from her Latin class walking towards her. As she approached, the girl saw Walter sitting in the booth as well. “Oh, hey Walter.”
“Hi, Zayne. How’s it going?”
“Not great.” Zayne sighed as she plopped herself down next to Melinda. “I didn’t do so well on our pop quiz Saturday. How’d you do?” she asked Melinda
Melinda shrugged. “I dunno yet. I just took it today. It didn’t feel too bad.”
“I was wondering if maybe we could study together. Maybe you could help me understand what’s going on. I always think I understand it, and then I don’t seem to do well on the tests.”
Melinda hesitated. “Well, I study with Walter. He helps me understand it. You could join us?”
“Maybe tonight?”
“Oh, I have orchestra tonight.”
“I could still help you,” Walter offered. “I study in the library, up on the second floor.” He shrugged. “If you bring your homework, I can help you with it.”
“Oh, thanks!” Zayne stood as Pat approached the table carrying two containers of fries. Zayne headed into the line, although Melinda saw her glance back as Pat sat beside Melinda, passing Walter one of the cartons. Pat nodded in Zayne’s direction.
“Friend?”
“Walter’s gonna help her in Latin,” Melinda said.
“She’s cute.” Pat smiled, causing Melinda to feel a mild pang of jealousy and Walter to start turning red. Pat winked at Melinda. “You’re cuter.”
“Stop that. Now,” Walter insisted. “No flirting during Weddas.”
“Sorry.” Pat sounded anything but. “Couldn’t help it.”
Melinda said nothing as she plopped another French fry into her mouth. Walter passed out the tile holders, placing the extra ones on the side, then passed the bag around for everyone to select one tile.
“Q,” said Walter.
“K,” announced Pat. He turned to Melinda. “I guess you’re going first.”
She reached into the bag. “X.” She held up her tile for the boys to see.
“I stand corrected.”
Everyone returned their tiles to the bag. Pat shook it a few times before taking out his letters, then waited for everyone else to select their letters before placing frown on the table.

Melinda enjoyed playing with the boys, and most of the game felt as it had during Parents’ Weekend. However, subtle differences reminded Melinda that much had happened in the past two weeks. Every so often, one of the boys would get overly excited and their loud voices would have the other people at the MAC Attack glancing in their direction. And Melinda did not think she was imagining Pat brushing his arm against hers on the table a couple of times. Each time, Melinda felt a tingling sensation that extended from her arm to her belly.
When everyone had used all their tiles, Melinda could not make any new words with any of her remaining letters, but Walter and Pat were able to completely clear their racks.
“So,” Walter announced, “I won with one hundred and twenty points. Pat, you had a hundred and Melinda, you had sixty. That’s not bad.”
Pat put his arm around Melinda and leaned closer to her. “Lemme see your tiles.” He pulled her rack between them. “You could have gotten a bunch more words. See, if you put this here,” he picked up a tile and placed it in a corner formed by the intersection of two words, “you get these three words and…eighteen points.”
Melinda shook her head. “I know all those words, too. I just didn’t see it.”
Pat picked up another tile and placed it at the end of a word. “You could have played this, too.”
Melinda shrugged. “Maybe I’ll do better next time.”
Walter glanced at his watch. “Wanna play again?”
“No,” Melinda declared adamantly. “I like this game, but only once a day. More than that, I’ll go nuts!”
Pat laughed as he removed his arm and started helping Walter place all the tiles into the bag. “So, whaddaya say? Should we do this again tomorrow?” He was looking at Melinda, but she looked to Walter.
“Yeah, I guess so.” Walter shrugged.

The following afternoon, Melinda was the first to notice Pat walking towards the lunch table. Beside her, Sarah and Larry had been involved one of their private conversations, and Walter had his back towards the servery and did not see his brother approaching.
Pat plopped himself in one of the several seats between Melinda and Walter, slightly closer to Melinda, she noticed, and turned to his brother. “So, how was your date last night?”
Melinda was not sure if it was Pat’s presence or the word “date” that caught Sarah’s attention.
“Date? Who had a date?” She looked around, then pointed to Melinda. “You had orchestra. I know. I was there.”
Walter started turning red as Melinda giggled an explanation. “You know Zayne? I forgot her last name.”
Sarah looked towards the ceiling as she recalled the information on their classmate. “It starts with a K. Its unpronounceable. She’s on the…third floor? I think so. Single, I think.” She looked back towards Walter. “You had a date last night?”
Walter seemed to have recovered. “Kryszak,” he said. “I asked her last night. And, no, we did not have a date, which you very well know.” He glared at Pat.
Melinda continued her explanation. “Anyway, Zayne came up to me yesterday asking for help in Latin. I told her Walter helps me and invited her to study with us. When I told her I had rehearsal last night, she still wanted to study with Walter.”
“You didn’t tell me this.” Larry sounded pained as he looked at his friend.
“Um, when exactly was I supposed to tell you? You didn’t show up to dinner last night and when I was looking for you during break, Andy said you were with Sarah.”
“You could have said something this morning.”
“Honestly, I forgot by this morning. Zayne and I studied Latin together. I also helped her with her algebra a little. Then, we just worked quietly for a while. I did mention how you and I do the assignments in advance –”
“What?” Pat turned to Melinda. “You do extra homework?”
Melinda closed her eyes and sighed. “No. I just do it early. So, today is Tuesday. All the homework I was supposed to do tonight, I did it last night. So, today, I could better understand what my teachers are saying. Or participate in class discussions a little better. Tonight, I’ll do the assignments for tomorrow night. Except art. I just draw whatever Mr. Rockwell assigns in class; we don’t have a syllabus there.” Melinda turned her attention back to Walter. “So, is she going to study with us?”
“Not every night. But, she said she might like to join us once in a while. Especially before next week’s quiz.”
“Did you know about this extra homework thing?” Larry asked Sarah.
“Why is this a big deal?” Melinda could feel her face growing warm.
“Yeah. She told me about it a long time ago. She got the idea from…” Sarah trailed off.
Larry and Pat both looked around the table, until Larry voiced what they both were thinking. “Who? She got the idea from who?”
“Whom,” Pat corrected automatically.
“An arrogant narcissist who shall remain nameless,” Walter answered.
Larry thought for a moment. “Nope. Clueless.”
“The first guy she dated,” Sarah whispered.
Larry called Mike an unflattering name that had everyone at the table smiling.
“I feel out of the loop,” Pat said. “But, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, so I’ll just have Walter tell me later.” His smile made it hard for Melinda to know if he was serious.
“Hey, anyone wanna go to the coffee shop this afternoon?” Sarah suggested.
“I usually go there Wednesdays after school to kill time before CCD,” Melinda explained. “I don't think I want to go two days in a row.”
“We could go to Checkmate,” suggested Pat. When he was met with four blank stares he asked, “You guys haven’t discovered Checkmate yet? Okay. We’re going there this afternoon. Everyone bring five bucks and meet me behind Stanton at three”
“What are you getting us into?” Larry asked warily.
Pat merely smiled. “You’ll love it.”

“So, where is your boyfriend taking us?” Sarah asked Melinda as they stood behind Stanton with Walter and Larry.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Melinda said at the same time Walter was saying, “He’s not her boyfriend.”
“Is this some sort of upper former prank against third formers?” Larry asked suspiciously.
“Wow, way to be paranoid,” Pat said from behind them. Although they were all wearing parkas, hats, and gloves to ward against the November chill, Pat had also draped a scarf around his mouth and was wearing large sunglasses, making him nearly unrecognizable. He pointed to his roommate beside him. “Has everyone met Frank? Frank, that’s Walter’s friend Larry and Melinda’s roommate Sarah. This is Pete. Call him Frank. Okay. Let’s go.”
Pat started along the path towards the main road that led into town, and everyone followed in silence for a while. “So, what exactly is this place?” Walter asked as he caught up to his brother.
“Not telling. I wanna surprise you. Frank and I used to go here all the time.”
“Spence is going to be so excited to see you,” Frank said to Pat. “I stopped in to say hi back in September and he was really bummed you were gone for the term.”
The wind started blowing in their direction, slowing their progress and making it difficult to walk. It seemed like a long time before they reached the center of town, with the coffee shop across the street. Instead of crossing either of the streets, however, Pat turned left and continued about half a block before holding open a door.
Melinda followed her friends into the establishment towards a counter a few feet in front of them. In the display case, she could see some movie-theater snacks. There was a half-wall on her right, over which she could see a spattering of tables. There were round tables and angular tables. There were tall tables and short tables. There were booths and chairs. There was even a kids-size table with brightly colored chairs. The room was lined with floor to ceiling bookcases, with other bookcases of various heights positioned around the room separating the tables.
On every shelf were piles of board games, most of which had titles she didn’t recognize. Was it her imagination or were some not even in English? They seemed to be arranged in some order, since the stack closest to Melinda appeared to be world-domination-type games.
There were only three other people in the establishment. Two elderly gentlemen were playing chess at a table by the window with the board imprinted upon it. They did not appear to notice the arrival of Melinda and her friends.
The middle-aged man sitting behind the counter did, however. He stood up and took off the reading glasses that had been sitting on the tip of his nose. He placed an open paperback book on the seat beneath him and rubbed his eyes much like a sleepy child might.
“Do my eyes deceive me,” he said as he put down his hands and smiled wide. “Or has Pat Evans finally returned to Checkmate?”
“Hey Spencer,” Pat greeted him with a complicated handshake.
“When did you get back?”
“A little over two weeks ago. And, before you ask, I had a lot of work to catch up on, so I haven’t had time to come visit. But, here I am. And, I brought you new customers.”
Pat gestured behind him. “This is my brother, Walter. And, those are his friends: Melinda, Sarah, and Larry. This is Spencer. He owns the place.”
“What is this place?” Walter asked reverently. He had the look of a young child walking into a large toy store for the first time.
“It’s a game café. You can stay and play as many games as you want all afternoon. You just have to be careful not to break any of the games.”
“I’ve collected games from all different countries,” Spencer explained. “You tell me what you want to play, and we’ll find something like it.”
“I’ve already got a game in mind for now,” Pat said. “Okay, now everyone pay up. I don’t have enough cash to cover everyone.”
Everyone passed their five dollars to Pat, who handed the money to Spencer, then Pat gestured to a large table in the back corner that could seat the six of them. “Go sit over there. I’m gonna get the game.”
Pat wandered towards a bookshelf near the front of the room and frowned. He shouted across the café, “Spence! You reorganized!”
“No, I didn’t!” Spencer shouted in reply. “What’re you looking for?”
“Pictowar!”
“It’s over there!”
“No, it’s not!”
“I can’t concentrate!” shouted one of the older gentlemen near Pat.
The other older man sighed. “Spence, you reorganized back in May. It’s in the family game section, two bookcases to your left.”
“Thanks, Rick,” Pat replied.
Pat retrieved the game and brought it to their table, sitting beside Melinda.
“Pat, how often do you come here that you know the other customers’ names?” she asked.
He opened the box. “Huh? Oh, that’s Rick. He’s Spencer’s father. The other guy is John, his brother. Spencer lets them play for free. They’re here every day. He kinda built this place for them.”
Pat took out a bunch of whiteboard markers and explained the rules. His team would use one whiteboard while Frank’s would use the other. When no one had any questions, Pat divided the teams. He took a piece of paper and split it four ways, writing P on two pieces and F on the other. He crumpled all four pieces into balls and placed them in his ski cap. After shaking the cap, he held it out to Melinda. She took one and passed the hat to Sarah, who passed it to Larry, then to Walter. Melinda and Sarah both ended up on Pat’s team and Larry and Walter were with Frank.
Frank and Pat both went first. Frank flipped the first card, swore under his breath, and showed the card to Pat. Pat grimaced and flipped the sand hourglass timer.
“Go!” He grabbed a marker and raced to his board.
Melinda looked at the circle he drew and the stick figure on top of it. He had drawn x’s for eyes. Was the man dead? Sarah was yelling random words.
“Circle. Man. Dead. Sleeping. Kick.”
“How’d you get kick?” Melinda asked.
Sarah pointed to the other board, where Frank had drawn a boot. There was a stick figure in a boat. Now, Frank was drawing a swimming pool with another stick figure in a blindfold. Meanwhile, Pat was drawing more stick figures.
“Marco Polo!” Melinda shouted.
“Yes!” Pat gave her a high five. “We get a point. Okay. Who’s next?”
Melinda and Walter both drew next, and Melinda was glad she had been drawing so many fruit bowls in art class when she saw the word was “Banana split.”
It did not take long for Sarah to guess her picture. Melinda was able to guess “Three Blind Mice” from Larry’s picture instead of Sarah’s.
“We’re awesome!” Pat declared. “We need a team name.”
Frank grumbled testily. “No team names! Just draw. Come on, guys. We need to earn some points!”

They played until Frank’s team won, twenty-one to fifteen. “Okay. What’s next?” Frank asked as he started putting the markers and cards back into the box.
Walter immediately got up and began looking around the room at the various games. Everyone else did the same. Pat followed Melinda to the puzzle games section and stood silently beside her as they examined the games.
“Have you ever played Mancala?” Pat asked after a few moments.
Melinda shook her head. “No.”
“Come on. I’ll show you.” He pulled a thin blue tin off the shelf then grabbed her hand, leading her to a small table for two. They sat opposite each other and he pulled a wooden rectangle slightly larger than an egg carton out of the tin. He flipped it open along the shorter edge and Melinda saw an oval depression on each end of the board, reminding her of the end zone on a football field. Between the two ovals were smaller ovals arranged in pairs. There were brightly colored glass stones in some of the holes.
Pat reorganized all the stones until there were four in each small hole and the larger ovals were empty. He then explained the directions.
“Can we play a practice round?”
“Of course.” Pat’s smile nearly made Melinda forget she was about to compete against him.
The game did not take very long and Melinda figured out the rules fairly quickly. After several rounds, Melinda finally beat Pat, twenty-nine to nineteen.
“Yay! I won!” Melinda considered Pat’s smile a moment. “Wait, you let me win, didn’t you?”
“I promise. I didn’t. We can play again if you don’t believe me.”
“Nah. Let’s play something else.”
“Oh. I have a great idea. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
Melinda watched Pat stroll over to the counter to ask Spencer for something. Spencer pointed to a bookshelf beside him, where Pat removed some paper and grabbed two colored pencils before returning to the table.
“Dots and boxes!” Pat showed Melinda a page covered with a large grid of dots.
“I’ve played this before.”
It took them a while to play the game, and Melinda had a tendency to build three sides of a box and leave the fourth for Pat to score a point. Pat had a tendency to find connections where he could build multiple boxes in one turn. As a result, he beat her sixty-four to thirty-five. They played three more rounds, with Melinda getting slightly higher scores each time, but never actually beating him.
“What next?” Pat asked after the final round.
Melinda checked the time on her phone. “I think we should be heading back for dinner. Why is Sarah texting me?”
Melinda clicked on her text messages icon as she looked around the café, realizing she didn’t see any of her friends. “We all decided to grab some hot cocoa at the coffee shop,” she read aloud. “See you at dinner.”
“I never noticed them leave.”
“We should be getting back.”
“Okay.”
After they bundled themselves against the cold, Pat once again did the complicated handshake with Spencer before putting on his gloves. Then he busily wrapped the scarf around his face while they walked back towards the center of town.
Melinda raised her eyebrows. “You know, it’s not that windy. You probably don’t need the scarf.”
“You realize it’s not for the wind, right?”
“Why else would you wear it? I can never wear scarves. I always feel like they’re strangling me, no matter how loose they are.”
Pat looked at Melinda for a moment and laughed as he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. “You’re adorable. I’m sorry. That was just the randomest comment. I have to wear the scarf in town. I don’t like being recognized.”
It took Melinda almost half a block to understand what Pat was saying. “Is that why you always wear the hat and sunglasses to church?”
Pat nodded. “When I was a third former, I tried just going into town a few times. And I was bombarded by people wanting my autograph or photos. Sometimes, I don’t mind. But, it happened every time I went into town. By Thanksgiving, I was pretty sick of it. Mom suggested the sunglasses and scarf. I told her that it was ridiculous and would never work, but it did. So now, I always hide myself when I go into town.”
“I didn’t think it bothered you. I mean, you’re not worried about it at school.”
“I was when I was a third former. I wanted to be normal, and that’s really hard sometimes. I guess it helped that Meghan was already here, and people had stopped bothering her. I hung around with her a lot when I was a third-former.”
“You miss her being here?”
“I thought I wouldn’t, because Walter’s here now. But, he’s been such a…I can’t say the word I want to say.”
“Blockhead?”
“I like that one. He’s been such a blockhead about the whole thing, it’s made me miss Meghan more. That’s one of the reasons I invited her this weekend. Another was just to annoy Walter.”
Melinda giggled. “I talked to him the other night. I think he’s trying.”
Pat shrugged but made no further comment on the subject. Instead, he pulled her a little closer. “So, feel like telling me about the guy who made you do extra homework?”
Melinda sighed. “I dated this guy a couple of months ago. In one of our conversations, he mentioned doing homework a day early so he could understand the teacher. I thought it was a good idea and decided to do it in all my classes. Walter wanted to keep studying with me, so he did it too. That’s pretty much the whole story.”
“No, it’s not. My brother really seemed to dislike him.”
“Well, Walter didn’t think much of him before we started hanging out, but then he got really mad after the bet. So did Larry.”
“What bet?”
“He made a bet with some of his friends that he could kiss me. And he didn’t see anything wrong with doing that. So, I broke up with him. He was a horrible kisser, anyway. And, why am I telling you all this?”
“It’s the scarf. It makes people want to share their innermost secrets.”
Melinda laughed and pulled down the scarf. “Then, maybe you shouldn’t wear it.”
Pat smiled at her as they approached the rear entrance of the dining hall. “I had fun with you today.” He reached for the door.
“Oh, I’m not going in yet.”
“Why not?”
“I have to get my books. I always get my books first. Then, I can go straight to the library after dinner.”
“That is so…studious,” Pat frowned.
Melinda shrugged. “I’ve got my routines. It feels weird if I don’t go to the dining hall without my bag.”
Pat continued walking with her to the dorms. As they crossed the street, Melinda said, “I had fun with you today, too.”
Pat took her hand and led her to a bench behind the humanities building, where they sat facing each other.
“Do you think, maybe you and I could hang out again? Just the two of us?”
Melinda sighed in exasperation. “Pat, it’s still weird.”
He touched her cheek with the back of his hand. “I know. I mean, you do extra homework. How weird is that?”
She pushed against his chest gently and spoke softly. “Don’t get me wrong. I like spending time with you.”
Pat smiled and pulled her close. She rested her forehead against his. Part of her wondered if he would kiss her. Instead, he sat up suddenly.
“Do you know the story of Daphne and Apollo?”
Melinda thought for a moment before replying. “I remember reading the name, but I don’t remember the story.”
Pat put his arm around Melinda and drew her near. She rested her head on his chest and he placed his on her head, his arms wrapped around her as he reminded her of the myth.
“Apollo was madly in love with Daphne, but she didn’t feel the same way. She was constantly running away from him, but he continued to chase her.”
“Am I your Daphne? Wait, you’re not in love with me, are you?” Melinda tried to sit up.
Pat held her close as he gave a small chuckle. “No, I’m not saying that. I don’t know what I am. Smitten, I guess.”
“Does the story have a happy ending?”
“Um…Let’s just say I hope things turn out better for us.” He caressed her cheek one more time and whispered in her ear. “I should let you go.” He made no motions to do so.
“Pat, I just need more time to figure this out. Whatever this is.”
“I’m not trying to rush you. I’m just reminding you that it’s still here.” He kissed her gently on the forehead before rising and returning to the dining hall. Melinda watched him leave, remaining on the bench until her heart began beating normally again before returning to her room.

[Table Of Contents] [Chapter 28 coming July 17]
Follow follow Patrick McGregor's story in Confessions of a Teenage Celebrity - Chapter 5: Nutcracker (Part 2)
A Note From the Author
What are some of your favorite board games?
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2020.07.10 10:09 cactus-927518 Family Feud - help??

Hi guys, I hope this is OK to post here. I'm a teacher at an elementary school in rural Japan, and I'm teaching them about quiz shows in the rest of the world. Right now I'm teaching them about Family Feud, but I'd love some real answers from real people, so I come to you guys. I've already asked in a British sub here and got a lot of great responses!
Please answer the following questions -
  1. Things you do at home to pass time
  2. The first thing you think of when you think of Japan
  3. Country you’d most like to visit
  4. Favorite sport
  5. Favorite animal
  6. (If you have one) Favorite Japanese anime
  7. The most precious thing in your house
I should point out that my students are aged between 6 and 12, so while 'my porn collection' might be a hilarious answer, it's probably not super kid-friendly.
Thank you so much in advance! 🇯🇵❤️
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2020.07.10 07:29 im_phoebe Bf and u took a personality test and he came out as narcissist and told me few things, now I'm confused and need a third party perspective.

I posted this on another sub and people directed me here. I'm sorry for long post, on cell and english is not my 1st language but help me.
So I was telling my(26f) bf(31M) that maybe he is a narcissist( because he think he is the best), we took a online quiz,(I don't believe in authenticity of such quizzes, it was a elaborate one with normal situation given 12-15 being average, narcissist are over 20.) He got 25 and I got 12.
I was shocked to see some of his reply, how he thinks he is superior to other people and how he can manipulate people.
So I asked him he said he never thought he could be a narcissist but then told me how many kings and leaders are narcissist.
He said how it is a power being a narcissist, that he knows he can manipulate me but would never do it.how he never loved somone, he said when he was a child he used to love his mother but now he doesn't think he loves love anyone. (According to him loving someone means you can die for someone)
How he never cry and can detach himself from other, I asked him if he ever felt empathy he said yes if I see someone in heartache he feel the bad for few houre or even a day.
he thinks he is superior than 90 percent guys and he persuade me because I m better than other girls he met. And when I said I choose him because we are compatible and it has little to nothing to do with his intellectual ability and intelligence, he felt little bad, when I said I don't think I'm better than anyone he said you are more humble than I expected.
It was all very strange.we have been dating for over 4 month and he never disrespected me once, maybe if I said something hurtful he just went quite and then talk to me rationally. He is quite understanding and never pushed my boundaries.he is little full of himself and think he is right but if I explain something to him he understands it and want to work on it. And if I say something makes me uncomfortable he make sure he won't repeat those things. And I really like this guy, I never connect to someone like this before.
He only had one serious relationship prior to me in his early 20s, I asked him why they broke up it was mutual and nothing bizzare. After that he only had fwbs and hookups, he told me I'm his 2nd gf. He saud he only said I love you to one person in his past and he told me he loved me once he was drunk. I asked him if he ever wanted a relationship in all those years he said sometimes he miss being In Relationship but he just brush off those feelings.
I asked him if he wanted to go in therapy he brushed it off at first but when I get quitter over the discussion he said okay I'll go and see a therapist, Which I think is not possible right now because of covid situation and place we live does not give much importance to mental health so I don't know if any clinic or hospital is there for such thing.
I don't know what to do. Could somebody explain all this to me
Tl;dr - bf is a narcissist but is very understanding and respectful to me .
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2020.07.10 05:47 Down_With_The_King Stop trying to fit heaven into your tiny head

I see a lot of people here who seem to be overly concerned with questions that frankly surpass most of us, myself included. "How many people are in hell?" "If God is good, why are there bad things?" "Does God love those who hate Him?" "When is the rapture in relation to the great tribulation?" And so on...
In my opinion it's very unhealthy to be overly concerned with these things. It's an attempt to comprehend and keep under control everything, which often leads to denigrating the smaller, more immediate and local and tangible things that are far more important. It also either reduces God to a concept among others to be examined, or it pushes Him back to the realm of mythology and the immaterial. Perhaps most gravely, it reduces religion to a list of doctrines and ideas, an intellectual puzzle to be solved so it can be perfectly coherent and satisfying.
But, the last judgment will not be a quiz test about theology. We already know what Jesus Christ will ask of us, from the parable of the sheeps and the goats. Beside, no two Christians believe entirely the same things, even if they go to the same church, so this attempt to acquire an all-comprehensive understanding is evidently futile as no one has had it yet. Correct doctrine is there not as what will define our entrance into or rejection from the Kingdom of God, but rather correct doctrine helps us have the correct practice and disposition that is actually what will define that. See for instance how many times Paul emphasizes that we must live a renewed life liberated from sin because of the doctrine of Jesus' resurrection.
In my opinion... Regardless of what you yourself believe or were taught about what the true doctrine is, you should focus first and foremost on practice, that is, manner of living. Read the teachings of Jesus in the gospels and follow them as you manage to (this is not works righteousness, as these teachings include the likes of "without Me you can do nothing"). Do your prayers, do your fasts, do your charity. Do not try to fit heaven into your head, do not concern yourself with questions that contain the whole universe and God's plan for it. Your own life is already a huge thing to think about, and your immediate environment, both inside and outside of yourself, is already a huge world where to encounter and embrace or struggle against God or demons. By trying to fit the concept of eternity into our head, we become too busy to realize eternity can be experienced here and now...
(Sorry for the accusatory title, but, you know, clickbait. I'm guilty of trying to fit heaven in my tiny head, too.)
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2020.07.10 05:42 DeansDalmation [Spoiler] What Makes Community Special To Me

I love Community for many reasons. I love how some of the episodes step outside of the normal in terms of how it is produced. My favorite episode is Digital Estate Planning. I just think that this direction that the show takes is just genius. I enjoy watching the group's hilarious endeavors from finding Annie's pen to the Pillows and Blankets War. I have seen the show 3 times now. I want to own all the merchandise that is out there because I love it so much. I actually enjoy listening/watching YouTube analysis of the episodes and characters. I can't really say that about any other show. (And I watch A LOT of TV)
What makes Community special to me is that it's a show that makes me think. It's a show where I begin to see myself in the characters. I don't mean that just one character fits my personality 100%. It's not like I take a Buzzfeed quiz and whoever the algorithm gives to me is me. No. The more I think about the show, the more I realize that I am all the characters. I feel like some phases of my life represent one character over the other, but in the end, somehow I am all the characters. This revelation was surprising to me. I never thought that I would have anything in common with the meta, pop culture-loving Abed. Yet, I do. I never thought I would share anything in common with Britta. Yet, I do. And the same goes for all the characters (except for Annie because people pegged me as an Annie type as soon as they knew who Annie was). The thing is that none of these realizations come at the surface level. There's so much more to Annie than a driven, type-A, unpopular girl. There's so much more to Abed than pop culture. There's more to Jeff than an ex-lawyer who tries his best to cheat the system.
What makes Community even greater is that none of these characters sit in their comfort zone. Each character in some way is challenged with something that really happens in real life. Abed is challenged by Hickey. He was even more so challenged by Troy's decision to leave. And he was forced to face reality. He wasn't allowed to escape into TV at the end of the day. To me, there's something so raw and poignant about that. I think the last episode of all of the Community really hits me the hardest. (BTW, I LOVE THAT ENDING SONG) Jeff since his first step onto Greendale in S1E1 wants to leave Greendale and never look back. Yet, he doesn't get to do that. He truly loves the group he's formed and will miss them. It's ironic. It's also realistic. There's also a larger metaphor I think. Some of the group (Britta, Frankie, Jeff, Dean Pelton) don't leave Greendale. I think in a way it signifies that their past their prime. Big exciting opportunities aren't coming their way anymore like it is for Annie and Abed. In a sense, I think that the ones who aren't leaving are forced to live with the decisions they have made whether they regret them or not. Annie and Abed, they are young, they are in their prime decision-making stage. And there's something very poignant in that too. All these things though aren't seen at surface level. These are things I have learned by watching the show over and over again. It just amazes me how much these characters are developed and how much they can teach you if you just truly watch.
tl;dr Amid the absurdity of the show, if one looks deeper into the character and content of the show, one can truly learn some poignant life lessons. That is why I love this show so much.
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2020.07.10 05:03 im_phoebe Bf and I took a personality test and he comes out as narcissist. We discussed and now I'm confused and need 3rd person's perspective.

I'm sorry for long post, on cell and english is not my 1st language but help me. So I was telling my(26f) bf(31M) that maybe he is a narcissist( because he think he is the best), we took a online quiz,(I don't believe in authenticity of such quizzes, it was a elaborate one with normal situation given 12-15 being average, narcissist are over 20.) He got 25 and I got 12.
I was shocked to see some of his reply, how he thinks he is superior to other people and how he can manipulate people.
So I asked him he said he never thought he could be a narcissist but then told me how many kings and leaders are narcissist.
He said how it is a power being a narcissist, that he knows he can manipulate me but would never do it.how he never loved somone, he said when he was a child he used to love his mother but now he doesn't think he loves love anyone. (According to him loving someone means you can die for someone)
How he never cry and can detach himself from other, I asked him if he ever felt empathy he said yes if I see someone in heartache he feel the bad for few houre or even a day.
he thinks he is superior than 90 percent guys and he persuade me because I m better than other girls he met. And when I said I choose him because we are compatible and it has little to nothing to do with his intellectual ability and intelligence, he felt little bad, when I said I don't think I'm better than anyone he said you are more humble than I expected.
It was all very strange.we have been dating for over 4 month and he never disrespected me once, maybe if I said something hurtful he just went quite and then talk to me rationally. He is quite understanding and never pushed my boundaries.he is little full of himself and think he is right but if I explain something to him he understands it and want to work on it. And if I say something makes me uncomfortable he make sure he won't repeat those things. And I really like this guy, I never connect to someone like this before.
He only had one serious relationship prior to me in his early 20s, I asked him why they broke up it was mutual and nothing bizzare. After that he only had fwbs and hookups, he told me I'm his 2nd gf. He saud he only said I love you to one person in his past and he told me he loved me once he was drunk. I asked him if he ever wanted a relationship in all those years he said sometimes he miss being In Relationship but he just brush off those feelings.
I asked him if he wanted to go in therapy he brushed it off at first but when I get quitter over the discussion he said okay I'll go and see a therapist, Which I think is not possible right now because of covid situation and place we live does not give much importance to mental health so I don't know if any clinic or hospital is there for such thing.
I don't know what to do. Could somebody explain all this to me
Tl;dr - bf is a narcissist but is very understanding and respectful to me .
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2020.07.10 02:29 the_odored direction and deadline help

This post may by TMI and i'm sure i'll be roasted in the comments but here we go..
I have been 'coding' off and on for almost 3 years, I decided to switch careers and learn full stack web dev as I had an interest in it at the time. I did some research and decided to take a huge leap and sign up for a coding bootcamp school. (I don't know if i'm allowed to name slander here so let's call it something like, i dunno, flatiron school) and I worked diligently and thought the resources they had would send me on my way. but after only a month into it i truly hated the course... I didn't really understand why until recently, but I would go through phases of logging in redoing everything to refresh my brain and then quitting again shortly after.
I knew I had wasted some money but I felt it was worth the gamble and then decided programming wasn't for me. Fast forward to now, during this hell of a year we are having I have been out of work since before the COVID crisis and have been desperate for work. I thought about just going back and finishing th bootcamp and trying my luck but after doing some more research and watching some videos I learned so much more about web development and think that front end is where suits me best at the moment.
I'm having so much fun and really enjoy the work, I'm excited everyday to learn more and have been testing my skills as much as possible.
I'm pretty mad I didn't ask for help in understanding before committing to this school (if the school worked for you and you are happy more power to you) I felt like to school had such a narrow minded approach to teaching and i feel like it was made by people who aren't 'teachers' if you know what I mean.
Now that I have found coding fun and see it as something I would enjoy immensely as a career I have been doing it non stop everyday for months now and love that I have more to learn. But with how things are in the world I am really pushing to get work in 2 months... I know that seems so short and such a pipeline dream but I've been unemployed for so long that it is effecting relationships and naturally insane financial burdens.
Longwinded way of saying if i'm crazy dedicated, can I somehow gain enough of a presence coding to be employed at the end of 2 months from now? Ive been doing everything I can find from studying CS courses uploading repositories daily. I've been taking all the quiz's I can find on the standard HTML,CSS,JS (etc) and have been testing well I would say but how farfetched is my goal that I set?
Ready for the criticism.
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2020.07.10 01:50 MissFoxInSocks [Activity] Quiz: Which Twilight and Buffy the Vampire Slayer Character Combination Are You?

Very important question here everyone - what vampire character mashup are you? Post yours below! 🧛🏻‍♂️
Here’s the quiz!
Here’s me:
You got: Edward and Angel
You're a combo of Edward and Angel! You have Edward's charm and protectiveness and Angel's strength and ambition.
Two of my all-time favourite love interests so I’ll take it! And even u/Boudicas_Shield won’t begrudge me that result as these two were in my camp anyway. 😂😂😂
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2020.07.09 19:25 pmgeek Laserdisc collection for sale (updated)

The remains of my laserdisc collection. I'm charging $1.50 per physical disc (movies may contain more than 1 physical disc), with a 5 disc minimum, plus shipping. I ship 5 discs per box, no more, no less. 10 disks will require 2 boxes, two shipping costs, etc. Boxed sets priced at $5 each, T2 is $10. Boxed sets are packed & shipped separately. Shipping is typically media rate, you can also choose local pickup if you live in SW Washington. I pack adequately. Payment via Paypal, Venmo, or Zelle. These are sold as-is.
Note: I'm running low on shipping boxes, but expect more by July 14th. You're shipment may be delayed until then.
If you'd like to see pics of each of the laserdiscs, covers etc, I also have them listed on ebay, just search there (you can also buy there, but you'll pay a premium)
Here are a couple of pre-made, 5-disc combos for you, all picked out and ready to go (the number of physical discs is in parens). Each of these sets is $11 (includes shipping):
Clint Eastwood
Mel Gibson
Harrison Ford
Tom Cruise
Glenn Close
Sean Connery
Al Pacino
Star Trek
Box sets:
All the rest (most of these are 1 or 2 discs. Where known, the number of physical discs is in parens):
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2020.07.09 18:01 persianversion1 From an anxious based (preoccupied) attachment style to a more secure one - strategies to get ones needs met?

Hi everyone!
Tl;dr-version: how do I shift from an anxious avoidant (preoccupied) type which is my general type, to a more secure one? According to the email that was sent out shortly after I finished the attachment-type-quiz (from the website (yourpersonality), it said how “one should focus on connecting with oneself and the seven areas of ones life”. My constant financial stress, emotional stress, mental health and whatnot has always been a contributor to my overall neediness, in particular with my interaction with girls. I noticed a shift in my overall mood though when I started to go to a therapist from the start of this year. Years of neglected and suppressed memories of how I acted as an emotional tampon for my depressed mother etc. who acted as a curling parent with good intentions. best part was when I started to let myself feel and cry (a LOT). All the tears was for my younger self; it was like I was crying mourning for my younger self. It felt really liberating and I definitely leaned to become more vulnerable; vulnerability being a trait which I deemed highly of in my ex and now I was “vulnerable myself” and learned that perhaps she (a mix of avoidant and anxious type) perhaps wasn’t as vulnerable as I thought she was. This entire process helped me let go a lot of the thoughts of for example “what I COULD have done to prevent the breakup?”. When I took ownership of not being honest and vulnerable I realized it was somewhat “doomed from the start”. I also became the closest I have ever become with my male friends, just simple things like saying “I love you” and “I’m grateful to have you in my life” didn’t feel forced or “emotionally weird”. Likewise my engineering degree is 1,5 months away after years of stressful studying which has also helped me tremendously to become more calm in general. The financial stress is still there though but that will be taken care of via the startup idea me and my friends have talked about or hopefully a job within the coming weeks/months.
With all that said, i feel like I’ve become more comfortable in my own skin although the neediness is still there in some shape or form (these things take time I realize) and I noticed that when a girl I was dating the last 3 months suddenly went cold on me and didn’t want to date anymore. This made me feel sad and affected me more than I thought it would (and now in hindsight I can see how I acted more needy towards her at the end, wanting her validation etc) and shortly after she messaged me about not wanting to date me any more I got a text message from my ex after months of not talking where she said that “hi! I will delete you from Facebook now. No hard feelings. Have a great day <3 “ I replied and thanked for her telling me that but shortly afterwards I felt really really down. I started to cry and felt emotionally confused. Appearantly I hadn’t fully let go of her. It ended with me writing down my thoughts and feelings on a paper and then setting it on fire. A metaphorical way of “letting go” of the past.
The concrete action I am taking as of this moment is the following for meeting my needs; * Going to a therapist once every second month * Journaling my emotional baggage (thanks to “self authoring program”) so I can shed light on my shame (my addictions etc.) * Becoming vulnerable; something is scary/uncomfortable to say/do? Do it/say it! * Exercising gym and yoga) * Spending time with my male friends These are the things I’ve yet to do but currently planning to do in order to make that shift from anxiety based to a more secure based type: * Making some things more important than the validation I get from a woman (I.e my work as a future engineer perhaps) * Becoming financially secure (I.e not being stressed all the time as I’m right now and act really douchey as a consequence of that stress) * Spending more time by myself and learning to become comfortable with that feeling What else would you guys recommend for a guy in my position to do in order to make that shift from anxiety based (preoccupied) to a more secure based attachment type? I’m tired of becoming needy and I’m seeing progress with the work I’m doing. I wanted to share my thoughts and feelings in order to get confirmation that I’m on the right track of emotional healing but also what else I could to make that shift.
Thank you all for making this a safe space to share ones thoughts and feelings. Sending love to you all.
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2020.07.09 10:27 Mett25 Remote, video-based fitness challenges between friends and family (iOS app)

TL;DR
We are launching an iOS app called Fitsquad that lets you challenge with friends and family over exercises. Challenges are video-based meaning when you receive a challenge, you need to record a video of you doing it. You define the type of activities you are interested in, and your friends can send you challenges based on your preferences. When you complete a challenge, both parties get points, and whoever finishes the challenge gets the bragging rights and the sharable video.
direct link to testflight: https://testflight.apple.com/join/15L5opAG
Website: https://fitsquad.io/
Our mini-story:
Hi, I am Mehmet, a software engineer who is not so good at exercising. I used to workout 3-4 times a week at the gym but now reduced to 0 given Covid-19. I thought this would be a good time to get back in shape, but I lack significant motivation. I have tried countless fitness/exercising apps (and there is a lot!). They all show you how to do exercises, but you still have to do all the work alone. Most of them are like this: Sign up, fill out a mini quiz about goals, give or reject push notifications, and now go ahead, watch videos and push yourself to workout. I, for one, have a Fitness background, so an app showing me how to do push-ups and sending me push notifications as a means to encouragement is not enough to motivate me to workout. But when a friend is sending me a challenge to do something, that's a different story.
So in Fitsquad, we focused on two things:
If you are lazy like me but still want to be active and fit, then sign up, invite your friends and ask them to send you challenges! Let’s see who wins ;)
Fitsquad is a project where we poured lots of sweat and our passion. We are a team of two and growing. Our goal is to make exercising a social experience that removes the notion of ‘exercising in a gym’ and helps you get motivated with a little nudge from your friends.
We all know it's very important to stay healthy for a better life and exercising plays a crucial role. So download the Fitsquad beta and start challenging with friends and family.
We would love to get any feedback, so please do reach out!
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2020.07.09 05:01 throwaway09876712312 Am I undeserving of love?

I'm 18F and I haven't hung out with my friends for a long time. However, some past trauma has come back to me (because the lack of sleep, maybe) and I have come to remember all of the things my previous friend did to me.
The first shitty thing that she did to me was tell my boyfriend at the time (now ex) that I had cheated on him. I had only cheated on my ex because he was so horrible to me. He kept a lot of pictures of half-naked girls on his phone and insisted to me that it wasn't a big deal and that I shouldn't think about it that much. The girls on the photos were clearly more attractive than me and had better bodies than me so it made me feel really insecure. This was an occurring problem in our relationship and I had confronted him many times about it but he just said that I was overreacting and that it was my fault because I was so insecure.
Whenever we would hang out together, I could see his head turn and he would stare every so often whenever a pretty girl would walk past. He would do this right in front of me. This absolutely crushed me. He would also mention names of other girls (that were in our school) that were attractive and slightly hinted on how beautiful they are, how they would dressed and that I too should be like them and dress like them. It all built up. When my friend would invite us to go out and drink, I would find myself flirting with other guys and I felt guilty but somehow, it made me feel better. I felt better that I was getting back at him. I treated him with nothing but love in the beginning of our relationship but he barely repaid it.
Going back to my "ex-friend," one day at school, she was getting ready for her basketball practice and she had asked me to take pictures of the pages of the book for a quiz because she wouldn't be able to do so herself since she would have practice. I refused her favor, because it would take me a long time to take a picture of the pages (she was asking me to take a picture of 15 or so pages). Another reason for me refusing her favor is because I had to be at church for choir practice later that night too.
But, I still managed to take the time and send her the pictures she asked for, but it was too late. I was at church at this time and before it was time for the choir practice, my boyfriend had been calling me non-stop. Then I knew. I knew that my friend had told him all about the times that I had cheated on him. She even went as far as to list the names of the guys that I fooled around with.
Cheating on him made me feel awful, I always regretted it in the morning but it felt like I had turned into someone that I didn't know. I had turned into someone who I hated because of the relationship I had with my boyfriend.
A few months pass, but we're still together, him on his old habits and me continuing to go out drinking with my friends and fooling around. I thought it would have felt pointless to change into someone who would make him happy because he hated it every time I would go out with my friends to drink but I thought to myself, why should I stop having fun with my friends? He's still going to continue to be foul to me. I forgot to mention the part where he has 5,000 friends on Facebook, and 95% are girls he doesn't know on Facebook but found them pretty so he added them as a friend. When I came over to their house, her sister even told me that he had a habit of scrolling through his friends list, and unfriending those he did not find attractive so that he could make room for more girls that he could add which he found more attractive. I'd like to clarify that I do not have any of the habits that he has, I barely check Facebook because Netflix and Youtube are the main things which consume my time if I was on my phone.
One time, I got so drunk with my friends and I drank way too much because I was so gutted about how he treated me. I asked him to pick me up and he did. I asked him to take me to a McDonalds because I was hungry but when we got there, I realized that I couldn't eat anything because my stomach hurt so much because I drank so much on an empty stomach. I couldn't eat the food that was in front of me and he just scolded me about how I'm overreacting and wasting his time because I couldn't eat any of the food. I was literally so sick that I had to run out of the McDonalds to find a nearby bush to throw up in but when I would throw up, I only threw up bile but I was still gagging even though I had nothing to throw up anymore. While I was throwing up, he just stood there and looked at me. We went back inside the McDonalds for the 2nd time but I still couldn't eat my food and we just decided for me to take the food home. For the second time, I needed to throw up, and when I did, I threw up water because I had drank some earlier. When I was throwing up, he pulled out his phone and took a video of him. I told him to stop but I couldn't reach him since my body was still focused on throwing up. This whole thing sobered me up and I just went home by myself while he went his separate way.
It took me a year of being with him to break up with him and we have seen each other in months now.
Going back to my ex-friend, I recently asked her to apologize for one instance that she has not yet apologized for and that was the time when she was going to meet a guy for the first time and they had planned to hook up at his place. I waited with my friend until the guy arrived and my friend was using my phone because hers was dead. We stood there for a good 10 minutes until the guy who was standing behind us, finally came up to us and picked her up. I was upset by the fact that the guy was just standing there without saying hi to us and it took him a while to do so. I wasn't thinking much, but I said something insulting to the guy and they both left.
The next day, I asked her how their hook-up went and she expressed her anger about the way I treated the guy he met. She was angry about how I treated her one-night stand. I have known this girl for 2 years but she chose to defend this guy who she just met, hooked up with her, and didn't talk to her again. We were in class this time and the argument got so heated that she blurted out, while her voice was somewhat loud, that I shouldn't go around insulting the guy that she hooked up with because I have a lot of sex with my boyfriend. I was shamed beyond comprehension because classmates around us definitely heard us since they turned around to face us when she blurted that out. I didn't say anything after that and just gathered my things and cut class for the rest of the day. That was only the first class of the day though.
Now I have no one, because I feel like other friends in our group would agree with her. No boyfriend and I just finished high school and am not planning on attending college for at least 2 years or so.
Is this all my fault? Has everything that has happened to me because of the way I treated other people?
Note: If you read this far, thank you so much. It really means a lot.
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2020.07.09 04:44 throwaway09876712312 Am I deserving of love?

I'm 18F and I haven't hung out with my friends for a long time. However, some past trauma has come back to me (because the lack of sleep, maybe) and I have come to remember all of the things my previous friend did to me.
The first shitty thing that she did to me was tell my boyfriend at the time (now ex) that I had cheated on him. I had only cheated on my ex because he was so horrible to me. He kept a lot of pictures of half-naked girls on his phone and insisted to me that it wasn't a big deal and that I shouldn't think about it that much. The girls on the photos were clearly more attractive than me and had better bodies than me so it made me feel really insecure. This was an occurring problem in our relationship and I had confronted him many times about it but he just said that I was overreacting and that it was my fault because I was so insecure.
Whenever we would hang out together, I could see his head turn and he would stare every so often whenever a pretty girl would walk past. He would do this right in front of me. This absolutely crushed me. He would also mention names of other girls (that were in our school) that were attractive and slightly hinted on how beautiful they are, how they would dressed and that I too should be like them and dress like them. It all built up. When my friend would invite us to go out and drink, I would find myself flirting with other guys and I felt guilty but somehow, it made me feel better. I felt better that I was getting back at him. I treated him with nothing but love in the beginning of our relationship but he barely repaid it.
Going back to my "ex-friend," one day at school, she was getting ready for her basketball practice and she had asked me to take pictures of the pages of the book for a quiz because she wouldn't be able to do so herself since she would have practice. I refused her favor, because it would take me a long time to take a picture of the pages (she was asking me to take a picture of 15 or so pages). Another reason for me refusing her favor is because I had to be at church for choir practice later that night too.
But, I still managed to take the time and send her the pictures she asked for, but it was too late. I was at church at this time and before it was time for the choir practice, my boyfriend had been calling me non-stop. Then I knew. I knew that my friend had told him all about the times that I had cheated on him. She even went as far as to list the names of the guys that I fooled around with.
Cheating on him made me feel awful, I always regretted it in the morning but it felt like I had turned into someone that I didn't know. I had turned into someone who I hated because of the relationship I had with my boyfriend.
A few months pass, but we're still together, him on his old habits and me continuing to go out drinking with my friends and fooling around. I thought it would have felt pointless to change into someone who would make him happy because he hated it every time I would go out with my friends to drink but I thought to myself, why should I stop having fun with my friends? He's still going to continue to be foul to me. I forgot to mention the part where he has 5,000 friends on Facebook, and 95% are girls he doesn't know on Facebook but found them pretty so he added them as a friend. When I came over to their house, her sister even told me that he had a habit of scrolling through his friends list, and unfriending those he did not find attractive so that he could make room for more girls that he could add which he found more attractive. I'd like to clarify that I do not have any of the habits that he has, I barely check Facebook because Netflix and Youtube are the main things which consume my time if I was on my phone.
One time, I got so drunk with my friends and I drank way too much because I was so gutted about how he treated me. I asked him to pick me up and he did. I asked him to take me to a McDonalds because I was hungry but when we got there, I realized that I couldn't eat anything because my stomach hurt so much because I drank so much on an empty stomach. I couldn't eat the food that was in front of me and he just scolded me about how I'm overreacting and wasting his time because I couldn't eat any of the food. I was literally so sick that I had to run out of the McDonalds to find a nearby bush to throw up in but when I would throw up, I only threw up bile but I was still gagging even though I had nothing to throw up anymore. While I was throwing up, he just stood there and looked at me. We went back inside the McDonalds for the 2nd time but I still couldn't eat my food and we just decided for me to take the food home. For the second time, I needed to throw up, and when I did, I threw up water because I had drank some earlier. When I was throwing up, he pulled out his phone and took a video of him. I told him to stop but I couldn't reach him since my body was still focused on throwing up. This whole thing sobered me up and I just went home by myself while he went his separate way.
It took me a year of being with him to break up with him and we have seen each other in months now.
Going back to my ex-friend, I recently asked her to apologize for one instance that she has not yet apologized for and that was the time when she was going to meet a guy for the first time and they had planned to hook up at his place. I waited with my friend until the guy arrived and my friend was using my phone because hers was dead. We stood there for a good 10 minutes until the guy who was standing behind us, finally came up to us and picked her up. I was upset by the fact that the guy was just standing there without saying hi to us and it took him a while to do so. I wasn't thinking much, but I said something insulting to the guy and they both left.
The next day, I asked her how their hook-up went and she expressed her anger about the way I treated the guy he met. She was angry about how I treated her one-night stand. I have known this girl for 2 years but she chose to defend this guy who she just met, hooked up with her, and didn't talk to her again. We were in class this time and the argument got so heated that she blurted out, while her voice was somewhat loud, that I shouldn't go around insulting the guy that she hooked up with because I have a lot of sex with my boyfriend. I was shamed beyond comprehension because classmates around us definitely heard us since they turned around to face us when she blurted that out. I didn't say anything after that and just gathered my things and cut class for the rest of the day. That was only the first class of the day though.
Now I have no one, because I feel like other friends in our group would agree with her. No boyfriend and I just finished high school and am not planning on attending college for at least 2 years or so.
Is this all my fault? Has everything that has happened to me because of the way I treated other people?
Note: If you read this far, thank you so much, it really means a lot.
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2020.07.09 01:46 RangerOfArnor Not sure if my dad is toxic or I’m a typical hormonal/ungrateful teenager.

I (17M) think we all know teenagers can be dicks to their parents and not appreciate the good they do but I’m genuinely unsure as to whether my father is toxic or I’m just being ungrateful.
Idk where to start so forgive me if this is a bit jarring;
Well a bit of background on him first; he works for a certain gigantic tech corporation in Silicon Valley whose products you may or may not use on a daily basis. He earns a lot and we are very financially well off. I go to a private school, one of the best in my area.
I guess I’ll start with the little things first: my dad is a massive and I mean massive control freak; he barges into my room every 4 or so hours just to see what I’m doing before dictating what the rest of my day is going to look like. This usually doesn’t include time for my hobbies which includes writing and a film I’m working on with friends. When I take time at the end of the day to unwind and do some of the aforementioned hobbies or hop on my PC to play some Lord of the Rings Online for a bit, he accuses me of “wasting the whole day doing nothing” and then sends me to do some more work; speaking of which, the last few months have been miserable. All I’ve been doing is studying excessively. My dad is paranoid that I’m going to fail every single test/quiz so he makes me study to the point of exhaustion. I will admit I’m not a straight A student, but I pull in As and Bs and have a better GPA than a lot of my peers. This leads to me lying to him and I mean a LOT. I’ve become great at hearing his specific footsteps coming up the stairs because I’m scared shitless of the idea that he’s catch me writing a screenplay. I guess the TLDR; for this paragraph is that he basically micromanages me down to what I do every hour.
Now, here’s where I think things get a bit not normal but I’m not sure. He yells at me for the smallest shit like not having my window open or not having the lights on; even if I don’t need help he insists on teaching shit and then reprimands me for not being able to do it on my own, and even if I don’t understand something in say math, I’m afraid to go to him because his temper is extremely small and he isn’t very patient. He rarely hits me and when he does it’s a tap on the back of the head but he’s calls me stupid and “good for nothing” and all that fun stuff. It doesn’t get to my head or anything because I know that it isn’t true but I’m not sure whether that still makes any of this okay. He yells at me for grades and all that stuff too which I suppose is natural for Asian parents.
Now this stuff is pretty tame to the other shit he pulls; he makes bullshit ultimatums and guilt trips and threats and actively pushes me towards to do stuff I don’t want to do, when it comes to career in particular. Every time I get like a B+ or below I get the whole “I work so hard to put you in school and you get these grades” talk, which I’ve largely learned to tune out. I think this is a normal asian parent thing but where it gets insane is like “if you keep getting these grades I’ll get a heart attack; do you want me to die?” and all that. Again, I know he’s bullshitting but it doesn’t make that an okay thing to say imo. And there’s emotional blackmail. I can’t choose one example so I’ll just list a few of the things he’s said:
-“If you insert thing I want to do which he disagrees with I’ll kick you out of the house”
-“I’ll kill myself if you don’t get into a prestigious college”
-“If you don’t do what I say, I’ll kick you out of your school”.
I honestly don’t know what to make of these, but I genuinely don’t think they’re sane or normal. About my overall life; my dad wants to control that too. For example (this is on a smaller scale but) my dad forced me to do marching band this last year even though I was miserable the whole time, and then forced me to skip wrestling practices (which was an activity i actually wanted to do) in order to do Marching Band, which eventually got me kicked out of the team. I’m still really pissed about this and a bit sad because I’m now gonna be “the late guy”. If I can do wrestling this year it means that I’ll have been absent from the team for two years of High School and I’ll be viewed very differently by my fellow wrestlers and maybe the coaches too; I’ll be way behind. The bigger picture; he’s basically forcing me to take statistics as my major or he won’t let me go to college. He enrolled me in a summer Stats course I’m not interested in and I’d go so far as to say I absolutely hate it; and I’m convinced he’s actively trying to stop me from losing weight so I cant join the US military, which is what I want to do with my life career wise. He’s already given me BS excuses like “you’re not cut out for it” and “you’re not american” (even though I was born and raised here), but now I think he’s just using this as the last resort.
I mean he apologizes every time he really badly yells at me and says he loves me, but most of the time he forces me to apologize and then reminds me of my place in this house. I don’t think I quite articulated how I feel about him well in this, but I tried to stay as objective as possible when writing this. Soo; am I the asshole brat teenager who can’t appreciate anything or is my father toxic?
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2020.07.09 01:40 RangerOfArnor Not sure if my dad is toxic or I’m a typical hormonal/ungrateful teenager.

I (17M) think we all know teenagers can be dicks to their parents and not appreciate the good they do but I’m genuinely unsure as to whether my father is toxic or I’m just being ungrateful.
Idk where to start so forgive me if this is a bit jarring;
Well a bit of background on him first; he works for a certain gigantic tech corporation in Silicon Valley whose products you may or may not use on a daily basis. He earns a lot and we are very financially well off. I go to a private school, one of the best in my area.
I guess I’ll start with the little things first: my dad is a massive and I mean massive control freak; he barges into my room every 4 or so hours just to see what I’m doing before dictating what the rest of my day is going to look like. This usually doesn’t include time for my hobbies which includes writing and a film I’m working on with friends. When I take time at the end of the day to unwind and do some of the aforementioned hobbies or hop on my PC to play some Lord of the Rings Online for a bit, he accuses me of “wasting the whole day doing nothing” and then sends me to do some more work; speaking of which, the last few months have been miserable. All I’ve been doing is studying excessively. My dad is paranoid that I’m going to fail every single test/quiz so he makes me study to the point of exhaustion. I will admit I’m not a straight A student, but I pull in As and Bs and have a better GPA than a lot of my peers. This leads to me lying to him and I mean a LOT. I’ve become great at hearing his specific footsteps coming up the stairs because I’m scared shitless of the idea that he’s catch me writing a screenplay. I guess the TLDR; for this paragraph is that he basically micromanages me down to what I do every hour.
Now, here’s where I think things get a bit not normal but I’m not sure. He yells at me for the smallest shit like not having my window open or not having the lights on; even if I don’t need help he insists on teaching shit and then reprimands me for not being able to do it on my own, and even if I don’t understand something in say math, I’m afraid to go to him because his temper is extremely small and he isn’t very patient. He rarely hits me and when he does it’s a tap on the back of the head but he’s calls me stupid and “good for nothing” and all that fun stuff. It doesn’t get to my head or anything because I know that it isn’t true but I’m not sure whether that still makes any of this okay. He yells at me for grades and all that stuff too which I suppose is natural for Asian parents.
Now this stuff is pretty tame to the other shit he pulls; he makes bullshit ultimatums and guilt trips and threats and actively pushes me towards to do stuff I don’t want to do, when it comes to career in particular. Every time I get like a B+ or below I get the whole “I work so hard to put you in school and you get these grades” talk, which I’ve largely learned to tune out. I think this is a normal asian parent thing but where it gets insane is like “if you keep getting these grades I’ll get a heart attack; do you want me to die?” and all that. Again, I know he’s bullshitting but it doesn’t make that an okay thing to say imo. And there’s emotional blackmail. I can’t choose one example so I’ll just list a few of the things he’s said:
-“If you insert thing I want to do which he disagrees with I’ll kick you out of the house”
-“I’ll kill myself if you don’t get into a prestigious college”
-“If you don’t do what I say, I’ll kick you out of your school”.
I honestly don’t know what to make of these, but I genuinely don’t think they’re sane or normal. About my overall life; my dad wants to control that too. For example (this is on a smaller scale but) my dad forced me to do marching band this last year even though I was miserable the whole time, and then forced me to skip wrestling practices (which was an activity i actually wanted to do) in order to do Marching Band, which eventually got me kicked out of the team. I’m still really pissed about this and a bit sad because I’m now gonna be “the late guy”. If I can do wrestling this year it means that I’ll have been absent from the team for two years of High School and I’ll be viewed very differently by my fellow wrestlers and maybe the coaches too; I’ll be way behind. The bigger picture; he’s basically forcing me to take statistics as my major or he won’t let me go to college. He enrolled me in a summer Stats course I’m not interested in and I’d go so far as to say I absolutely hate it; and I’m convinced he’s actively trying to stop me from losing weight so I cant join the US military, which is what I want to do with my life career wise. He’s already given me BS excuses like “you’re not cut out for it” and “you’re not american” (even though I was born and raised here), but now I think he’s just using this as the last resort.
I mean he apologizes every time he really badly yells at me and says he loves me, but most of the time he forces me to apologize and then reminds me of my place in this house. I don’t think I quite articulated how I feel about him well in this, but I tried to stay as objective as possible when writing this. Soo; am I the asshole brat teenager who can’t appreciate anything or is my father toxic?
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2020.07.08 19:25 cardith_lorda Invitation to try a new Baseball Trivia site - TrivialBaseball.com

Hello everyone! During this covid crisis I, like many other people, got a little bored. I had lost my job due to the virus, and couldn't go anywhere. So I decided to do something productive with my time, improved web programming skills, and built a Baseball Trivia and Q&A website from scratch! Introducing TrivialBaseball.com. The site should be completely mobile compatible (though some iOS users have reported some aesthetic issues here and there).
I'm a little over a week into beta testing, with select friends, family, and baseball users invited to test things out (some of you included). After preliminary testing I added a new Contest Mode feature, and thought the most fun way to kick off this next phase would be to invite everyone from a few team subreddits to try things out!
There are over 100 baseball trivia quizzes currently on the site, ranging from general baseball knowledge, to very specific quizzes about 2011 Milwaukee Brewer player nicknames. I try to write 3-4 new quizzes a day, and have a daily This Day in Baseball History quiz series.
My hope is that after getting enough people to test out quizzes and write quizzes I can begin to use that data to categorize quizzes into difficulty ratings, but that is pretty far down the road. For now it's a fun place to take some baseball trivia quizzes, and write some yourself to challenge your friends in their baseball knowledge!
My hope is also that it can be a place to ask baseball related questions in a judgement free environment. While /Brewers and /baseball can be a great place to get questions answered, oftentimes questions are so short they don't deserve a post (and may be removed if you do make them a post) or just something you don't feel like asking and having linked to your account. The Question Wall at TrivialBaseball is 100% a place to ask those questions (as well as report any issues you're having with the website!)
Monetary disclaimer - I currently make $0 off of the website. This isn't ideal since server space costs money, but for now I don't have any ads. There may come a day in the future where ads, membership, or sponsorships come into play, but for now it's a free ad-free baseball trivia playground.
Thanks for any consideration, I'd love feedback on how to improve the site!
TL;DR - Covid killed my work, took some web programming classes, built a baseball trivia website, would love to share TrivialBaseball.com with you!
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2020.07.08 18:47 ArchipelagoMind [OT] Wisdom Wednesday #7 (w/ bookstorequeer and OldBayJ)

First of all, major thanks to u/Cody_Fox23 for filling in last month, when he questioned BLT_WITH_RANCH & Errorwrites, however, I'm back this month, kids!
This week I grabbed two writers who are a little newer to the WritingPrompts game, but who have both been impressing everyone who comes across their work. I got all introspective with u/bookstorequeer and u/OldBayJ, and found out more about their writing process, and what their experience has been like.
u/bookstorequeer has become a regular on our Theme Thursday posts, and you will often see her name giving great feedback beneath every single story on there. She became a spotlight author back in May of this year, and has a subreddit where you can read her work. u/OldBayJ only appeared on my radar back in about March, but has already become one of my favorite authors around. She became spotlit in May (a whole one week before book), and has her own sub where she already has more subscribers than I do...
So, without further ado, on with the questions.
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What non-writing things help with your writing?

Bookstorequeer:
Well, I do work in a bookstore, which I think affects my long-term thoughts about writing and about what makes a good novel (or especially a good cover!). Otherwise, I like random trivia so I think the love of learning about all the little random bits can definitely help in crafting a world and making it feel as real as possible. I'm not sure my other hobbies of knitting and baking really impact my writing but I suppose it's all about creating something, be it a tangible thing or thoughts on a page.
OldBayJ:
Everything helps with my writing. I use the world around me as inspiration, whether it’s a stranger on the train or the contrast of colors on a sign. I really love art in all its forms and its everywhere. That’s all writing is. We use it to show others our own perspectives on the world and our own moldings of it. Photography is one of my favorites because it’s like literature in the way that ten people can take a picture of the same thing but each photo will tell a different story with a unique perspective. Maybe I’m straying from the topic, but art is so near and dear to my heart. If you’re looking for inspiration, try observing the people around you for an hour or two, or look at something in your town, something you see all the time and try to see it from a different perspective.

How much emotional effort do you put into your writing?

OldBayJ:
Emotions play a very key role in my writing. I get very invested in my characters, even in the shortest of stories. I like exploring human emotions and feelings in my writing and how it drives/affects our behavior and reactions. Personally, I have to be able to feel everything my character does, from the tiny, relatively unimportant details to the majointense events. I have to go through the fire right along with them, so to speak. It’s really the only way I know how to write, though it isn’t an easy task and it can take a toll. But everyone has a different style and method, so I don’t think it’s entirely necessary to be a good writer. There are some great stories out there written in a more distant, objective perspective and they work very well. I guess it comes down to what you, as a writer, are comfortable with. But I do believe tapping into the emotional vault helps you understand people better, which improves your writing.
Bookstorequeer:
For me, it always depends on what I'm writing but I'm definitely more of an emotional writer, much like Bay. I like writing as an excuse, a chance to look into emotions or situations that I might not experience on a regular basis. For example, a villain can be fascinating to explore because it's a “what if” that you get to create out of nowhere and flesh out completely. People can absolutely write from a more detached point of view but, personally, I fall a little bit in love with my sweethearts when I write them.

Do you aim for originality or giving the audience what they want?

Bookstorequeer:
I tend to write what I'd like to read, I think. At this point, and especially online, I'm writing for myself. What I want to read, the settings and moments that I want to explore. So it's about the idea, rather than reader expectations. That's a large part of why I always try to include an LGBTQ character. Not sure where that fits into originality or for the audience... But I do try to be slightly sideways in the way that I approach a given project. For Theme Thursday as an example, I try to take a direction that I figure not everyone will. Depressing prompt? Let's have some sweetness! I also have a background in fanfiction which is sort of a combination of both originality and giving the audience what they want because it's taking something that exists and twisting it until it fulfils some empty space in the fandom. It's the “what if?” and sometimes you're the only one who can answer that question because you're the only one asking it. That doesn't always mean that it's original but as a friend of mine mentioned recently: “It hasn't been done by you before.” So, even if it isn't the most novel approach, I'm trying to keep in mind that this CampNano is about my characters and what I'm doing to them. I mean, what they're doing. (...I've said too much.)
OldBayJ:
This is a good question. I have done my share of playing it safe during my journey, but that’s not who I want to be as a writer. It helped me build up the confidence to write and share my work, kind of like learning to walk before you run. Writing is an expression of myself, it’s sharing a piece of myself with the world, and giving the reader a glimpse of the world through my eyes. So I am all about originality. Write what you want. Write what you like and what makes you feel good. I’m not saying ignore the audience altogether, but put yourself first. Let your literary works be a reflection of who you are and what you want to say. Writing can be a very personal and intimate experience and our results are beautiful masterpieces.

Both of you are relatively new to the WritingPrompts game. What’s surprised you about your writing journey so far?

Bookstorequeer:
I never expected to enjoy writing short pieces so much! I thought it would always be a struggle to narrow down to a particular word count and, well, for some ideas it is, but sometimes there's a complete scene that comes with an idea and I'm enjoying that. I didn't really come into WP with any particular expectations or goals in mind. I just wanted to see what u/Leebeewilly was up to and maybe get back into writing. And for that I'm grateful because I've found a lovely group of supportive friends who seem to like the things I write. And who doesn't enjoy a bit of positive feedback?!
OldBayJ:
My entire journey as a writer has been a surprising endeavor- popularity, support, my skill, progress, the fun, all of it. As strange as this may sound, I was both surprised by how well I could write and how well it was liked while at the same time, surprised by how very much I had to learn. Finding (and actively participating in) writing prompts was the best thing I ever did for myself, writing wise. It took a while and it was hard, but making myself post that first story set me on the path that I’m on now, and I hope it will take me where I want to go. To any new writers out there, hesitating about posting a piece of writing/prompt response, stop doubting yourself. Just take the plunge and do it. You’ll be pleasantly surprised by the feedback and support you will get here. And the longer you wait, the longer it will take to really begin your own journey. Gaining self-confidence has been my biggest obstacle, one that I am still working through, but it’s all part of the journey.

What are your ambitions for your writing going forward?

Bookstorequeer:
Going back to my answer from the previous question – I don't really have any particular goals, to be honest. Sure, I'd love it if someone paid me to write a thing but I'm not certain I'd like the pressure as a career. Let's see how I handle a Nano first! That said, I have found some personal success in writing before now, managing to self-publish a book that I'm proud of. Of course, now I see all the things I'd change and the ways that I've improved with all this WP practice and feedback... But I'm still very proud of the fact that it exists. So, mostly it's about getting writing again and having creative moments in my life where I can explore those “what if?” questions!
OldBayJ:
My goal is for my words to change someone’s life, in whatever way they need it. I hope to get published, absolutely. I’d like for my words to reach out to someone who needs a world to escape to, someone who needs to know they aren’t fighting their battle all alone out there. I want to inspire someone else. If I can do that for one person, I have reached success. I’d love to write a kick-ass bestseller, and follow it up with countless more, don’t get me wrong. But I am more interested in my words making a positive difference in someone’s life than peaking in popularity. And I have to keep reminding myself that not only do I want to, but I will. I will get there. I will succeed. Everytime I receive critique and I improve based on that, I am one step closer.
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A massive thanks to B&B (Book and Bay) for their answers this week. This week was quite introspecty (yep, definitely a word), and that gets me reflecting on my own writing, and my own experiences. So, now it's your turn to share your own thoughts in the comments.
How much emotion do you put into your writing? Are you cold and objective, or do you feel what your characters go through? (I have felt genuine guilt when my characters are happy, knowing what I'm about to put them through).
Additionally, what has your writing journey been like? Are you surprised by the progress you made, or did you think you'd be even better by now (I'm one of those people whose first WP stories got over 3k likes, and three gold, and I thought I was the next Aldous Huxley... turns out I'm not... yet).
Of course, if you're brand new around here, feel free just to say hi in the comments and introduce yourself. I do like new friends.
Finally, do give us questions for next month;'s authors. The authors don't know this yet, but next month may be a poetry special, so if you want to quiz some people on your stanzas and meters, suggest some questions for future Wisdom Wednesdays below.
Catch you next month!
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