Happy birthday images for him

I've talked previously about his food aggression. And actually, his food aggression has gotten better! But in return, his counter surfing at night is ramping up to the point that he is breaking things and just overall making me lose hours of sleep a night.
Tldr he is a shelter cat who was returned twice for aggression before even being 1 year old. He has a lot of food obsessive behaviors, but those are getting better. What turned into him counter surfing for food at night has now just seemingly turned into an attention seeking ritual.
He doesn't get into anything while I'm at work. In fact, he doesn't get into anything ever except the moment I go to bed. Literally just 2 days ago I took a nap with an entire pizza on the counter and he left it alone. Clean glass that was in the drying rack last night? Broken. Complete empty garbage can because I took that out too while cleaning? Knocked over. If there is nothing for him to attempt to destroy on the counter at night, he's banging cupboards or attempting to jump onto a painting on the wall.
I have so much stuff for him that I literally cannot fit more things into my apartment unless I just start making a bunch of holes in the walls making cat shelves or cat walks. I literally can't even use my desk properly because he has like a play tunnel/bed thing and that was the last spot it would fit. He has several beds, big cat tree in the window, several scratchers, and about as many toys as my 2 dogs do.
And like I said, this destructive behavior starts almost comically the second I am in bed for the night. And it does not matter if it's a day I worked so he's seeking attention from me being gone all day or a day I had off and did not leave the apartment the entire day. It is just a ritual he has developed that me going to bed = start breaking stuff and I want to end this ritual. How do I do this?

Yesterday I and my little brother were playing Valheim, we were doing stuff around our base and he decided to make his private farm where I wouldn’t be allowed to pick his crops. He placed down a statue called the Ward that prevents other players from opening doors, building stuff and picking things up, he thought it was a good idea for me to not be able to get inside and pick his crops. For context, at the beginning of the game we agreed that all crops planted by us would be ours not mine or his. So this was a bit of a jerk move from him. I eventually accepted this, but I wanted to let him know how I felt about it, so I placed my own Ward inside of our house, making me the only one who could open and close the doors. This was a prank and I would deactivate the Ward so he could get in. But he got really angry at me and logged off, in Valheim when the server owner is logging off everyone else gets kicked as well. I was trying to deactivate the Ward when he was logging off, I got kicked right before I managed to deactivate it. After I got kicked I went to tell him that it was a prank, but he didn’t take it. Today he came up to me still angry, I again told him that it was a prank. Am I the jerk here?

Hey everyone,
First time posting on this sub. I struggle with mental health for a long time but I’m functioning in general, I got quiet type bpd and have some ocd tendencies.
Currently on a streak of self improvement and healing, baby steps but there’s some small progress and I’m happy about it. Sadly though, thinking of and about my past mistakes, big and small, really haunts me. Having bpd I acted on poor impulse control in the past and I regret it massively. It’s why I’m trying to get better so I don’t hurt myself or others anymore by acting out. However, knowing I did what I did in the past still hurts, knowing I can’t change or erase what happened. I learned a painful lesson from it but it still keeps me ruminating in a, what I perceive as, unhealthy way.
I was curious how some of you brave and strong people have managed to overcome this or even just mitigate it? As I think it really stops me from getting better. It kicks me into a spiral where I feel like I’m the worst human ever and don’t deserve anything good, which then makes me lose all motivation to heal.
I know this might sound confusing but any input on this is welcome.

My current unraid server is rock solid and works well for my use case. However running dual Xeon x5690 cpus and GTX 1650 low profile for transcoding Plex isn't the best us power.
I have 2u Supermicro chassis with 12hdd bays and Supermicro X8DT3 motherboard with 96gb ddr3 ECC memory.
I want something that is equivalent or better on terms of cores. So atleast 12 cores but with intel igpu to handle no more than 4x 4k transcode on Plex.
Do I scrap what I have and start fresh or can I repurpose the chassis I have and the redundant psus?
What ever happens I need at least 12 hdd bays and space for the 2x ssds I am using. Dont mind changing form factor but main thing is also power consumption.
My current server use around 115 KW.h per month according to the smartlife plug I have it connected to.
My budget is around £1000 and doesn't have to be ready made or new. Happy to get used or refurbished. My current server was refurbished and from ebay for around £300 all I added was the hba in it mode and hdds which will move to new server.
I have a single win11 vm I use over rdp. Docker wise I have mix of normal arr containers, Plex with about 6 family members using it (most direct stream) unless it's a 4k movie.
What do I go with? Or what would you go with?

If you’ll be around the area, let’s meet after to say hi or have small talk 😊
You can also join me as a plus one to a workmate’s small birthday inuman sa The Loft in Burgos Circle/Forbestown. We have a table naman and I was allowed to bring a plus one!
We are 3 girls, 4 gays and there’s me, the only straight dude 😂 so if you want free drinks, absolute fun and a night of de-stressing, feel free to join us as I would love to meet someone new din 😊
Will respect boundaries and take care of you if ever! Can also bring you home naman if you’re along the way, so don’t worry about any of those things. I’m just looking for straight up vibes anyway 😎
If you wanna know more about me, you can check my previous posts. You’re 100% safe naman 🫶🏼
Please introduce yourself and send a pic (optional) if you’re interested! 😊 see you!

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--- Hr3101m973S’s perspective---
---Tuesday, 31st of October, 2682 Terran Calendar---
---Southwestern Scotland---
I ride the speeder at an altitude of 307m over the rural landscape.
I have 158 other bodies making similar deliveries across Britain right now, as well as 29 in Ireland and 11 in Doggerland. Though, none of them have quite as spectacular a view as this one does so, for the moment, this is the body whose sensory feed I’m paying the most attention to.
I see a large herd of mammoths walking at the edge of the Galloway Forest.
Though it has a better view, the news I’m carrying with this body is just as grim as all the rest.
In hindsight, it’s probably a good thing that I was such a spendthrift with regard to my fleet of courier bodies… If I hadn’t been, if I’d selected abilities that let them do much more than deliver things, they may well have been requisitioned for military use… which, I suppose, they were anyway… but there’s a big difference between delivering notices on Earth and fighting on some distant planet!
Still, if sacrificing my replaceable bodies would save even a single irreplaceable life, I would definitely have done it.
The city comes into view.
Calling it a ‘city’ may be a little generous… it only has 2,507,963 inhabitants.
That may have been a respectable city in the 22nd Century but, for context, nearby Dumfries has 7,491,509 and Glasgow has 24,339,192!
Stranraer occupies a rare middleground between the historic hamlets that are allowed to exist in the countryside and the megalopoleis where around 98.32% of people on Earth live.
I land in the northern part of the town and step off my speeder.
I get some raised eyebrows as I walk from the landing pad to the residential home.
I don’t blame them!
Before the War, every single one of my courier bodies had a full suit of elastomer over their entire body, to make them seem more lifelike… Now, though, that’s considered a luxury and, so, this particular unit is walking around with its metal endoskeleton bare, bar its uniform.
The effect can be a little offputting… though, in truth, it may also have to do with the news they’ve inferred me to be delivering to some unlucky soul.
I cross the wall into the garden and begin walking up the steps, through the mosslawn shrouded by pinus sylvestris trees, to the house on top of the little hillock.
It takes me 12 seconds to reach the door from the gate… I can’t rush, I need to give this girl her due respect.
I rap on the door 3 times and hear the knocks echo through the cavernous hall behind.
A man opens the door.
I begin, speaking in the most popular local dialect of Lallans Scots that I know to be this man’s primary speech register “Greetings, Mr Baird. I don’t know if you remember me but…”
“I remember you! I’m organic, not daft! You’ve been here enough times already…” interrupts the residential care manager, his demeanour gruff and no-nonsense “…Come in, Hermes… You can wait in the kitchen while I go get her.”
I step into the building, passing below the lowest of 5 balcony walkways into an open space with a skylight ceiling, allowing in the natural light.
I let the man lead the way to a large kitchen.
He pulls out a chair for me.
“Thank you, Sir, but I believe I ought to remain standing to make this delivery.” I respond, politely.
“Suit yourself…” he shrugs before walking off, presumably to fetch the girl he knows I’m here for.
I wait several minutes before he reappears.
The girl he has in tow is the perfect match of the file photo (though a few years older). She is average height, 178cm, and has an average build. Her skin is pale, her eyes are emerald green and her hair is long, absurdly voluminous, curly and vividly red.
She looks to be in fine physical health and is making no pretence of illness or injury, though she is scowling at me.
The grey bearded man shuts the door, leaving me alone with the girl.
“Could you tell me your name, please?” I ask, already knowing.
“Esme Reid.” she answers, truculently.
“And your date of birth, Ms Reid?”
“31st of October, 2664. Come to give me a birthday present, have you(?)” she says, folding her arms, pursing her lips and looking away to the kitchen counter by the window.
“Thank you…” I say, reaching into my bag to withdraw a letter and a large holopad with a stylus attached.
I hold the letter out to her and say “This is your conscription notice, Ms Reid. Please sign receipt of it here.” indicating the holo.
Her eyes flick from the paper to the screen before she drily answers “I don’t suppose, if I don’t take that or don’t sign for it, that’d mean I couldn’t be drafted, would it(?!)”
I shake my head and respond “I’m afraid that no such loophole exists, Ms Reid… If you have a conscientious objection to fighting, you could request a nonmilitary national service. However, you would be asked to provide some proof of your conscientiousness and…”
“I’m no bleeding heart…” she says, snatching the letter from my hand, irritably “…I’ll sign for my bloody death warrant!” scrawling her name on the pad.
Without looking at the pad, I check the signature she provided against the one on file and find it a close enough match to proceed.
“Thank you, Ms Reid. Please report to your local recruitment office in Stranraer within 14 days for your physical and psychological fitness assessments. They’ll then interview you regarding your preferences for training and deployment and they’ll try to take those into account when assigning them.
“Great(!) Maybe if I can convince my evaluator that I’m cracked enough in the head, I won’t get sent off to die like my mam and dad did(!)” she quips, sarcastically.
“I don’t think you’ll have much luck with that strategy, Ms Reid… Sol’s government have had quite the interest in weeding out malingerers these past few years… I would put the odds of success below 1%.” 0.75619902%, actually, but that’s too many decimals for most biologicals’ patience(!)
She frowns up at me and demands “I’m being such a brat about this… Why are you still being so friendly!?”
I laugh “Ms Reid, though I strongly encourage you not to express the same demeanour to your drill instructors as you are with me, you are far from the worst person I’ve delivered this news to in even the last half hour!… Right now, I’ve got a draftee in Leeds who’s explaining a hairbrained scheme involving unethically cloning a replacement to fight in his stead, I’ve got one in Bristol who’s trying to beat up my body but only really succeeding in hurting herself, I’ve got one in Edinburgh that’s run away in an attempt not to be served… by comparison, a bit of scowling and sarcasm is rather tame!”
“Huh!… Guess I’m not quite the bad girl Ms. Larch always told me I was, am I(!)”
“It seems you shall simply have to work harder(!) I believe there is a leather jacket emporium in Stranraer that still does business…”
She smiles and laughs for the first time that I’ve seen.
That’s the real reason I don’t get touchy about the attitudes expressed to me by draftees: It makes my job so much easier when I soften the blow with good manners and good humour.
As unfair as it is that so many choose to shoot the messenger, it’s understandable when you consider the messages I carry.
“Ms Reid…” I start, seriously but softly “…if you truly do not wish to fight, you know there are alternatives? You can discuss them with your recruitment officer but…”
“I got no special skills, Hermes… Nothing I can do that an AI couldn’t do faster and better… The Merchant Navy’s basically as dangerous as the Navy Navy, just less armed… the Humanitarian corps has a waiting list so long that the War’d be over (one way or another) long before they got to the point of considering me… I know where I’m going… no use in fighting it…”
“Alright, Ms Reid… I wish you the best…” I say, turning to leave.
Mr Baird shows me out of the house.
Rather than walking back to the landingpad, to retrieve my bike, I walk the other way.
My bag is still heavy with conscription notices… it only makes sense to deliver all the ones in this town first…
---Oskar’s Perspective---
---Southern Doggerland---
The evening sun plays off of the calm waves of the North Sea.
It should be raining on a day like this…
This gorgeous weather is slapping me in the face and telling me to be happy, to be content…
I know the weather does not care for the happenings of people… I know that, if it rained everywhere and every day there was a funeral, the whole world would flood… I know this… and still… I hate this contrast between my grim, internal misery and the tranquil sun drenched beach where I stand, this autumn day… There’s barely even any snow on the grass…
When this War started, I was fourteen and had two loving parents…
My Father was too old to serve, at 51…
At 37, my mother was not…
Yet, it’s not my mother’s funeral I am attending right now. That was two months ago.
No… the strongly built 55 year old man, dressed in a long white robe and clutching a Norse langsverð, despite having been a fishfarmer and not a warrior, is my father… Lars ‘Walker’ Taylor.
His eyes are closed and he lies within a wooden boat, around 80cm wide and 3m long.
This boat was never meant to touch the water… I bought it from a supplier in Bankland that specialises in funerary boats for Doggerland’s Forn Siðr community.
I already recited a poem… there’s nothing else for me to do until the singer begins.
I’m not listening to the Goði prattle on about Valhalla and Ragnarök… I’m just looking at my father’s face… oscillating between hating him for doing this to me and hating myself for doing this to him.
The sermon concludes and a blonde woman, like everyone else present, dressed in snow white funeral clothes, steps forward.
One of the three men behind her brings his bow to the three strings of his tagelharpa, another raises a flute carved out of a cow’s leg bone to his lips, the last begins banging out a slow beat on his drum.
The band would definitely be larger if so many of the Hof’s musicians hadn’t been called up to serve.
The men begin playing a mournful tune and the woman begins a wailing, melismatic melody, not in English, the first language of most here, not in my father’s native Frisian, not even in New Norse, the liturgical language of his faith…
She sings in a strain of Norwegian that was spoken centuries ago, when there were barely any Forn Siðr practitioners living.
mf♫ Eg songane søkte
Eg songane sende
Då den djupaste brunni
Gav meg dråpar så ramme
Av Valfaders pant♫mf
I have a final part to play in this ritual.
The Goði picks up the torch and lights it against a flaming brazier before beckoning to me.
I step forward from the small crowd.
In contrast to most, whose clothes are pristine white robes and tunics and such, I wear the same simple white suit that I wore two months ago.
I may be a nonbeliever but no one at my father’s Hof challenged the idea that I was the most fitting person to perform this last rite for him.
I take the torch from the man and walk to my father’s side.
I hesitate before I touch it to one of the mounds of high energy, smokeless fuel that surround his body… but only for a moment…
The flame quickly takes and, before the current verse of the song is even finished, the entire boat is engulfed in fire.
I toss the torch in and step back from the conflagration.
Minutes pass as I watch the inferno consume the entire pyre.
I barely notice the music stop.
I barely notice the crowd thinning as people leave.
I just watch as the man’s existence is wiped from the Earth.
“Have you thought about what you’re going to do now, brother?” asks a voice from beside me.
Without looking at the Pagan cleric, I dully answer “I have.”
“And, what is that… if I may ask?”
“My birthday’s in January… I’ll be drafted… but I don’t have to wait… I’m going to go to the recruitment office and request an early start to my training… by the time it’s done, I’ll be 18 and they’ll be legally able to deploy me.”
“I… see… that’s certainly… an option… Have you thought about…?”
“I haven’t, Tormund. This is what I’m doing.” I state, still looking at the blaze.
“I see… I wish you well then, Oskar…” Tormund says, sincerely.
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So I normally use a Sony a7iii for macro photography.
Most of the time the scene is quite well lit. Sometimes I need to push the ISO a little bit but not normally.
The destination of the images are instagram and clients website.
Now my old a7iii died so I need to buy a new one. I was looking at the a7iv or a7riv since those apparently have more MP.
Does that even matter if you’re never going to print out the images full size? Or does the bigger size continue to give more detail even when compressed? I also read that less MP in for instance the Sony a7Siii means bigger pixels so better low light capabilities. Which is not my biggest necessity but I’m not sure if that also means I will lose detail.
The most important aspects of the images for my client are sharpness, and detail.
Do you have any recommendations what camera is probably best fit for my purpose? Please ask any question you might need to give a proper answer.
Thanks in advance!

So there is this manhwa or maybe manhua (not sure could either be Korean or Chinese) I've read it a while ago and don't remember the title it was about this guy who can travel between two worlds the original world is a modern world and he is a normal university (maybe high-school) and there is this girl who he likes (she also likes him) who is form a high statues family and the first time he travels to the other world is when there is this character who hates the Mc (cause he has a crush on the girl and she likes Mc not him) so he gets a gang and kicks him out of the roof to kill him but the Mc ends up traveling to the other world which an ancient world with martial arts he ends up meeting a girl in that world who was injured ( she was shot by an arrow in an ambush I think) and about to die so he saves her and after some stuff happens she makes him choose between marrying her or dying (there some reason for this but I don't remember clearly I think it was something having to do with him forming some form of bond with her while treating her injury) then he accompanies her and apparently she is one of the strongest people of that world (like top 10) and she is the head of her house which is a warrior type household I think which protects their empire)/kingdom anyways after a series of events he enters her household and figures out how to travel between the two worlds he takes ancient medicine from the old world and sells it in the modern world with his university friends and takes modern stuff (torch light, camera and I think a radio or something similar) to the old world to help his wife

• not sure if it's cultivation but the Ancient world had some means of increasing ones strength that's similar to that

There is many more details but that's all I can remember if someone knows about it please let me know

Does anybody else share the sentiment that Chris Pine's character Steve Trevor the moment they got to the mainland came across as sort of annoying always trying to suggest what course of action should Wonder Woman should pursue everytime like during the alleyway scene the dressing montage scene the office room scene right before WW takes the field of fire during the No Man's Land scene that time when she goes to confront Ludendorff in the ballroom party scene and once again in the scene before she takes on her enemies at the airfield.
Like the writers were not sure what to do with his character and had to give something for him to do so they had him always endlessly chaperoning Wonder Woman advising what is right or wrong always trying to make the decisions for her at all times.
Granted Gal Gadot's character is meant to be a fish out of water who does not yet know the complex workings of the world so Steve is always there to help her out by giving his own ideas but that itself is flawed since at no point she develops her own viewpoint about the war her own perpective about human nature to distinguish between good and evil who is inherently right or wrong and whether that is exemplified by whose side of the equation u are standing.
I wonder if Steve Trevor was a German spy who crash landed in Themyscira in pursuit by the English would she have instinctively sided with the Germans in WWI seeing as he is the first man she has ever interacted with in her whole life.
Also the movie has an abomination of an ending with Wonder Woman instantly falling in love with the first man she has ever met after spending all her life in an all women's island whom she has barely known for even like a week which is only being setup so that she can grieve and feel sorry when he inevitably sacrifices himself at the end of the movie which brings to me another very glaring problem with the movie the ending where after the whole movie being hammered by the idea that it is in human instinct in everyone to fight and go to war suddenly we are introduced to Ares who was pulling the strings from behind like all this time and corrupting and poisoning their minds with no fault of their humans themselves speak about a downer of an ending which retroactively makes the entire movie worse since the film itself does not consistently adhere and believe in its values and ideas as it has been doling out to its viewers since the beginning.
I probably should not look into this film too deeply since it is a very paint by numbers designed by committee studio movie which would fall apart when analysed too closely as would most other superhero movies or most blockbusters in general see Pitch Meetings and the movie only got praise since it was marketed as the first female led superhero movie ever even before Marvel and it did not suck balls in comparison to other DCEU films.
But god the idea of a gender flipped Captain America: The First Avenger where the male and female leads are swapped does not translate itself as seamlessly as previously thought since the entire runtime Steve comes across more as a nuisance and hindrance who blocks Wonder Woman at every possible occasion who has to navigate her own path and listen to her own self and she has to make him step aside everytime it happens maybe the movie was trying to push the idea that Wonder Woman was breaking the gender norms and patriarchal attitudes which were prevalent in 1910s England of that time but it does get more annoying each time Chris Pine's character does it.
It actually got me thinking how would a majority of women feel when the female interest of the male superhero lead in other superhero movies are given no depth and are there to just hang around for the entire movie's runtime with no character arc or purpose except being kidnapped to add to the hero's dilemma or just be there think Blake Lively in Green Lantern but in a sense we as an audience feel that it completes the male superhero character as a person while in a gender flipped scenario from a female perpective it just feels more unnecessary than anything else.

When the average human encounters any kind of information critical of the life endeavour, from philosophical pessimism to Efilism, they usually retort with a question: "If this is so, then why haven't you kill%d yourself?"
The average human is hereby triggered and in defense mode, because his house of cards is under attack. His position is one of naive optimism, and pro-life-ism. Some of these pro-lifers even go as far as to imply or outright tell the pessimist to k*ll themselves.
However, I take it that the majority of the time this question is instead an attempted reductio. Let's call this the hypocrisy objection, because it aims to point out a contradiction in the pessimist. It entails that if true, then either the pessimist is a true pessimist, in which case he is a hypocrite, or the pessimist does not believe what they say, in which case he is a liar.
However, the thing is that most of the time this objection simply fails to land. It can be for a variety of reasons, reasons that the pro-lifer almost always does not take into account.
First of all, whether the hypocrisy objection is successful or not, does not change the truth value of the pessimist philosophy. Therefore, this question is actually an inherent distraction. It is pure deflection. Also, even if the hypocrisy objection is true, and/or the pessimist is wrong, that does not imply that the pro-lifer's optimism and pro-life-ism is right by necessity.
Anyway, with that out of the way, I'd like to point out that whether the hypocrisy account is true or not very much depends on the pessimist making the argument. Specifically, their position. However that is not all that it depends on. It also depends on practical considerations.
First off, the pessimist is only a hypocrite if his position implies that he should k*ll himself. This may or may not be true. In the case of consequentialism, it tends not to be. The pessimist may actually be a great help in doing whatever it is that needs to be done to reduce net suffering. In that case, the pessimist might consistently reduce net suffering, and thus justify his life.
Another possibility is that the pessimist simply does not hold a position that has any implications for an individual. Only for acts that affect others. In that case, it may be that the individual has no obligation to do what is in their best-interest. This is not hypocritical because while the person holds that death is in their best interests, they do not hold that they ought to seek death. Thus, they can simply say "I prefer to live", and there would be no contradiction.
Another possibility is that the pessimist holds that the future will be much better than the present, and thinks that living will be a net good in utility because of radical technological advancements enhancing well-being for all sentient beings in some near future.
Yet another possibility is that the pessimist believes that death is a harm. They further believe that this harm is greater than the suffering that they will experience, because they happen to live a pleasant life.
And of course, there are also practical concerns. As we all know here, pro-lifers are absolutely rabid that nobody k#ll themselves(which can sometimes make this question from them bizarre). They fight tooth and nail to become the most effective tyrants possible in order to stifle pro-choice movements, and ban any easy(or hard), and effective(or even ineffective) suic%d* methods possible. They actively ban and restrict until they can no more. They also send the state-sanctioned force to imprison those who might make the choice to e*d their lives. They also use countless manipulative tactics and propaganda to achieve their goals of a worldwide zero suicide rate, even while knowing that this is patently absurd. If they do have to cave in in cases where their position is increasingly revealed to be diabolical, and there is real pressure, then they allow the most miserable and ill people on the planet who were going to die in a few months anyway to leave in peace, and nobody else. If you're not terminally ill, or are "mentally ill", then tough luck!
The methods left and messy, risky, scary, inhumane, painful, and mostly unavailable.
So knowing this, it is obvious why even someone who does want to die, and does not have much to contribute in terms of reducing suffering, might not be a hypocrite; because they aren't allowed to make that choice by the very tyrants asking him that question.
Also, there is also the fact that some people live with their parents, or in a public space and have no privacy.
Then, of course, there is survival instinct, and overall phobias. They can make it nigh impossible or flat our impossible to go through with it even if you have the ideal method.
Taking all of this into account. The optimist is naive and wrong to think that they have this Universal gotcha to all of pessimism. It might work in some tiny amount of cases, but even then, it does not touch the truth of pessimism, nor the truth of optimism.

We both are entps and are very close. He has been my shoulder to cry on when i had a rough time. I'm just wondering because he came to my city and I ofcourse did not know about it. He asked how i was and i told him to say hi to his city. (Not knowing he was in my city).
Nevertheless i knew about it via social media that he was visiting friends for a birthday. He did not reply and only replied when he was already in his city. He told me to tell him when I'm back in his city. The only possible explanation i could think of is because he knows someone close to me had been hospitalized.
This was very contrasting to his personality when I was in his city. He was clingy and was afraid I'd be leaving him. But now that I'm located far away, he seems less respondent. I also feel a bit hurt that he didn't tell me that he visited my city. How is he expecting me to still tell him when I'm in his city when in fact he didn't even tell me when he was in my city? I mean seriously.

I have 5 ACCA exams remaining and have been offered a new role. The role is working within a practice for a non chartered accountant. He is MAAT, and is happy with this. The role would have substantial salary increases and also includes share distribution as part of my salary.
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My question is, after having 2 years of experience for my PER, would working under somone of this level mean I couln't achieve the final year required, and thus not become ACCA qualified, despite passing the exams?

There was no liver or kidneys for him to eat.

I recognise in myself that I may be a shitty partner in the way I have broken up with people in the past. I need advice in how I can do better in the future. Seeing what I have done to others and reading things on here has made me realise I need to reflect and improve myself. Here is a recent example, in particular I want to know how I should have broken things off.
I was seeing a guy from work for 4 months, perhaps meeting up twice a week in that period. We went on dates, hung out, spent a fair amount of time together, messaging everyday. We never made it in a formal relationship in part because a few weeks into seeing each other he had an emotional outburst at me that was upsetting for both of us, and from then on I was treading carefully. Things were fun but I was coming more to realise that it wasn't something I wanted to continue, probably around the 3 month mark, signs were probably there sooner. I think I was in denial and not being honest with myself about how I felt. He had some important commitments coming up around that time so I didn't want to distract him from that either, so we kept things going.
Over the months he showed signs that he was quite serious, getting me gifts, wanting to pay for everything, generally being very cutesy. Around the time I realised I didn't want to pursue things, he made a big deal about telling his family about me. I pleaded with him to be a bit more patient but he insisted and told them anyway. A week after he came over and we did the usual routine of hanging out and this was the first time I really wasn't feeling it. Later in the evening he asked me about whether I wanted to make things serious. My blood went cold and I could feel my skin go clammy. I awkwardly trotted out my hesitation and knowing myself that I actually didn't have my heart in it. From past experience, once I get this feeling of hesitation, it doesn't go away and that is what I repeated to him. I knew it wasn't going to work and that we would have to stop seeing each other. He was very upset but also in denial. I wanted to comfort him (I think this was a mistake) and make things better. We both cried a lot (I probably shouldn't have cried and allowed him to comfort me). He stayed the night and we had moments of intimacy as well.
The day after he left in a heap. It has been two full months since then and I know he is still struggling. I was his first for pretty much everything, and I think I had a much bigger impact on him that I would have imagined. At the start I advocated no contact as I had read that was the best for processing things. He was stuck on a broken record of messages, telling me he missed me, etc. This was then mixed in with periods of sending emotional/angry messages about how I am a piece of shit. We'd bump into each other at work and he'd either totally ignore me or give me puppy dog eyes and say he missed me like in the messages. This routine was getting ridiculous and eventually, thankfully, we agreed to stop messaging around one month after breaking things off. He last 3 days before messaging, and messaged me a handful of times after that, some positive some negative. Some were very difficult to ignore, such as saying that he felt lonely on his birthday and just wanted to spend time with me.
I feel so bad about everything that happened and wonder how I could have done better.

Hello,
I (f33) met this guy online via bumble about 2 months ago. When I startet to write to him I didn't expect much. It was only one month after I got my heart broken by someone else and he didn't have much on his profile yet. But I liked his face and his hobbies seemed to match mine, so I matched him.
Well he turned out to be a really nice guy. We quickly switched to discord and have very long voice-chat-sessions at least once a week and in most cases they are at least 4 hours long (once we even managed to talk 8 hours until 6 am). I find myself very attracted to him, as he is very intelligent, a very good listener who remembers a lot of details, he is a very understanding person and he is just very sweet. It's very comfortable to talk to him. I even think that I started to have some feelings for him. I think I really want to get to know him and a good thing is, that he for once doesn't live that far away (I am used to long distance relationships, but he only lives 20km away).
Thing is, I am thinking of asking him out for like 3 weeks now. But I just can't. I thought about asking in voice chat, but whenever I see an opportunity to ask him I can't get a word out and I chicken out. Now I think about just asking him with a text, but I am so nervous about it, that I end up crying.
My confidence and self-esteem got destroyed in my past relationships (especially my last one which was 2 years ago). I can laugh and smile a lot, but I have mental problems. My new psychiatrist said to me last week "you don't seem to be very cheerful" and gave me a diagnosis test for depression. I am afraid that he will find me offputting. I am afraid that it will be like the last time where I fell in love with someone which was only 3 months ago, where the other guy told me, that he thinks I am great but something is lacking and he can't catch feelings for me. I wouldn't know how to endure something like this for a second time. But I am also afraid of letting go of a chance. He might find someone else if I don't ask him.
I feel so numb over this whole situation. On the one hand I think if he wasn't interested at all, he wouldn't talk to me so much. On the other one, I don't think he is shy at all and I think he is a guy who would ask a woman out, so maybe I am already put away in his mind as "good online friendship" or something. But maybe he also is just considerate and takes into account that I said at the beginning that I need a few weeks before going on a date with someone. Maybe he is actually waiting for me to give him a sign or ask him out.
Sorry about this confusing post. I just needed to get this off my chest as I don't really have someone to talk about stuff like this. I am sure I am overthinking this too much and that I have to figure this out more quickly. Thanks for reading.

I’m 19 and all my interactions with people feel unfulfilling. I usually rely on the other person to bring up interesting topics to discuss, because no matter how hard i try i just cannot think of what to say beyond asking them about their day or simple small talk. I find it difficult to talk about myself and I have been called boring by my friends before.
I feel it much more now with my boyfriend because he is a very curious person and always has so many interesting thoughts and things to say that I would have never been able to think of. I really enjoy listening to him and i do ask questions and engage, but I feel insufficient because I cannot contribute in the same way. I rely on him to start all our conversation.
I think this has always been a problem. I remember learning things at school but never having questions for teachers, and struggling to think of what to say to people. The root of this is that I’m not curious enough and I probably don’t do any intellectually stimulating activities besides school work and social media. I feel like I have no original opinions and when I try to contribute towards conversation with my boyfriend, it always feels like I’m repeating other people’s ideas. I cannot usually answer deeper follow up questions he has because I never thought to find out more in the first place. My head is usually empty and I feel like I barely think. I don’t have shower thoughts, or deep thoughts in general, beyond the basic noting my environment.
How do I train myself to be more curious and think deeper thoughts?

My long-distance boyfriend of two years is coming to my country this fall. It will be our first ever meeting throughout our entire relationship. He already booked the flight tickets and paid for them. We are currently nevermets and we don’t know what the other person is actually like in real life.
If we don’t work out and end up breaking up after meeting each other, is it my responsibility to pay him back the money he has spent on the flight tickets? I feel like I should do it because he invested his money on ME, but I also wonder if I’m being too insecure thinking I’m not worth spending such a big amount of money on.
Has anyone else been in a similar situation?

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