Posts by ambermason16

Samuel Murphy6 said:What’s driving me absolutely insane right now is that I can’t even spot the mistake myself. 🙂

Check my edit...

Adam Moore said:They’re from Scandinavia, and they play love metal. 🤣

So... what's your point? 😕

Look, I’m from the States, so I actually know how this works. In English, you put your adverbs of time at the beginning or the very end of a sentence. You don't just shove them right in the middle like this... right in the goddamn middle.

Take this example from Eamon—it’s clearly just slang, so you can't really call it an error, but the way he uses HIM "Join me" drives me absolutely insane. It’s like "would you die tonight for love"

redmarlin3 said:Pfft, ignore me. I’m just working through my issues since I don't get the same attention as the fashionistas over at Central Park. 😢

😁

You're basically typing away at a screen... that was my doing... and I did it with style! 😳

As for those PDFs... look, when you open one... well, when you actually pull up that file or PDF... just make sure they're neatly tucked right next to the PDF titles or at the bottom of the page if it's already inside the PDF... depending on where it sits.

Though, honestly, the motive behind this whole question still leaves me a little baffled. 🤔

I took it a few years back. I was on 100mg for a while, then switched to the 25mg ones. I couldn't even eat because I wasn't conscious. I have never encountered a pill more brutal in my entire life. Chemical formula. Never again..

Donna Sullivan7 said:I mean, that stuff is one of the heaviest hitters out there. It’s such a powerful, broad-spectrum antipsychotic... honestly, it trips me out how some psychiatrists just toss it around like it's nothing. Just one time, my dose—since I was on a cocktail of other meds along with that Lennon—was like... 100mg in the morning...
Taking 100mg in the afternoon... hmmm...
Taking 300mg at night... just riding that heavy wave from the pills along with everything else...

Jesus' mother... man, you must have been sleeping like Sleeping Beauty, for God's sake..

Billy Joel, obviously... though honestly, he’s in a league of his much higher than anyone else..

Then you've got folks like Billy Joel followed by legends like Bor Čorba.. and then there's Štulić...

Nathan Gomez8 said:At Zillow, they suggested I always keep the area covered with film whenever I'm sleeping or if my clothes touch the tattoo during those first ten days. Otherwise, my jeans just soak up all the ointment immediately, leaving everything bone dry. 😁

Look, I get it—clothing shouldn't be rubbing against the skin. But if there is any way at all to keep stuff from touching that tattoo, you need to do it. Using plastic wrap just drags out the healing process and ends up messing with the ink quality. Sure, you can't exactly walk around naked, but come on... find a workaround or at least keep the cling wrap to an absolute bare minimum.

So, here's an idea from Pixien, for example. 👍

mistyridge5 said:I was just hanging out at home wearing shorts, so I was 😁 maybe even 3/4 length
but when I went out, I wore something much looser—and honestly, I wouldn't say it chafed or hurt or anything... there wasn't any inflammation either, just a tiny bit of redness at first that seemed to clear up within a few hours. But anyway, that’s just my experience 🤷

Look, folks... you can use plastic wrap for the first day, maybe the first few hours if you’re in a spot where your gear is constantly rubbing against the wound. Other than that? Forget the wrap! Just rinse it with lukewarm water and make sure it stays heavily coated with Neosporin.

If you don't, it’s never going to heal properly—it'll just get all messy and soggy. It HAS to breathe. But keep it greased up.

Melissa Castillo said:Alternative Medicine is nothing more than a muddy swamp where hypochondriacs crawl around and people get off on how much they can manipulate the masses through suggestion. I snap sometimes—actually, lately, I’ve been snapping more often—because I am constantly losing my mind over how little people understand basic science. Honestly, I might just compile a "Best Of" list of the absolute nonsense posted on this sub so I don't have to waste time using a search engine every single time I want to prove someone wrong with something that makes me... well, laugh until I cry. 😁

Oh my god, I almost choked laughing! 🤣 👍 🙏

GRAVEYARD QUEEN said:If you're looking to hide scars, burns, or even old tattoos, you need to check out Band-Aid liquid makeup. It’s specifically formulated for heavy-duty coverage. The best part? It doesn't stain your clothes, and it stays put even if you're swimming in the ocean. It actually works.
You won't find this stuff at Sephora or any fancy department store; you have to go straight to the pharmacy to get it. And honestly, even the tube is pretty small. $83.

I’ve been through this a thousand times before. It’s old news.👍

Thanks for the tip, but honestly? I tried Band-Aid about ten years ago and it was a total disaster. Zero stars. You’d have had better luck just slapping some cheap Max Factor foundation over it and calling it a day. 🤷

slywolf45 said:you've got good taste in cologne (it hits the spot)

🙂

mistyridge5 said:shree, it took me forever to finally get my head above water;
I know that feeling of total helplessness and that weird, nagging sense of guilt all too well.

Some people just need to talk. Sometimes you need to vent to a complete stranger, let yourself hit rock bottom, and then slowly start the climb back up. 🙂

We have to learn how to handle our own emotions, our fears, our ambitions, our desires... For some, it’s intuitive. For others, it's an uphill battle. After my mother passed away, they handed me a prescription for Xanax; I took them for less than a week. All I felt was numb—this endless, hollow exhaustion. But what I actually needed was just someone to talk to. Someone who understands the struggle, the loss, who lets me break down in that moment instead of forcing me to suppress everything. I didn't want to drown in numbness or pretend the feelings weren't there. Because after that week of pills, I just exploded; everything I had been bottling up came crashing out at once.

And honestly? That was just the tip of the iceberg.
Everyone tries to find their own way through this. My choice was to face everything head-on—the grief, the fear, the reality of it all. Making that decision was merely the starting line. If I hadn't been so young back then, if I had known exactly where to turn for help, I think the process would have been faster. But hey, here I am now 🙂 and I see it all as one massive life lesson. It was brutal and painful, but it taught me enough that today I can recognize that same pain in others, point them in the right direction, or just sit down for a coffee and listen. 🙂

😘

Such a beautiful post, mistyridge5 🙂

You helped me out too, even though I left most of this mess in my rearview mirror a long time ago. But some parts of what you wrote... I really saw myself in them. Thank you. 😘

mistyviper4 said:we go at it (...) he finishes, strips off, and within 15 minutes we're revved up again and he's back inside me (...) there's just leftover mess everywhere (...) and you're telling me he isn't even close to finishing?

🙂

and a charming one, if I may add..

Seriously, people, he actually bit into a moldy sandwich! It’s not even a big deal to him. Though, eventually, everyone might start giving the Montane fridge a wide berth. 😁

I once accidentally ate frozen breaded chicken because I mistook ant eggs for breadcrumbs... 😁 And hey, I'm still here to tell the tale. Even though I'm allergic to ants...

Well, not like a medical emergency kind of allergy... I just can't stand them. 😬

p.s. That title still has me tripping out, and that angry little emoji is just the icing on the cake. 🤣 (Honestly, this is my favorite title since "My boobs, your boobs?" over on the Pets forum 🤣 )

Arthur Fox49 said:And honestly, your thread title is absolutely spot on🤣. 🤣 I had a good laugh getting to it
.

I really don't think you have anything to worry about 🤷...

I’ve been cracking up all morning. I almost didn't open this thread because I knew I wouldn't be able to keep a straight face... but now that I see I'm not the only one laughing, I feel much better. 🤣 😂

Don't sweat it. I know it isn't some high-class, noble mold... just your run-of-the-mill, common stuff. 🤣 But you'll be fine. 🙂

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Rebecca Martinez622 said:Hmm... Aspergillus flavus?
I run the risk of you all merging this thread with my "Am I a hypochondriac?" one, but there’s this persistent pressure in my sinuses... 😕

Hahahahahaha... 🤣 🤣

Relax. If you had actually ingested Aspergillus flavus, you'd be dealing with something completely different... it would have felt like an itch deep inside your sinuses. 😁

jadewolf83 said:I don't know what the situation looks like over there, but even if it is, she needs to take action. She has to start somewhere.

I'm with you on that. And I agree with gorak too, though maybe a harsh wake-up call is exactly what she needs right now. Once she actually shows up and sees the people sitting in that waiting room, it might finally sink in. In my opinion, out of those two or three doctors, Dr. Zdunić is the only one who can truly make a difference... provided she actually lets him work.

From what I can gather, things haven't hit rock bottom just yet, but don't kid yourself—if she keeps going down this path and lets the addiction take root, it’s going to spiral. It will become critical very, very fast.

And regarding the emotional toll—look, it's noble that you care so much about your friend, I really mean that. But you need to find a way to distance yourself, at least emotionally. Your job is to be a support system. It is the job of her parents (and her herself) to pull her out of this. Don't let "passive addiction" consume you too. The road to recovery is never a straight line and it's definitely not guaranteed. Be there for her, sure, but stop expecting to play the hero and save her from herself. That is an impossible weight for anyone to carry. 🙂

Brian Campbell6 said:It’s true—being "unemployed" is the absolute worst, especially when you’re stuck "listening" to every single grievance and piece of nonsense out there.
It’s gotten to the point where I’m terrified of being alone, so I just push everyone and everything away because the silence is scary.
I definitely need to work on myself.
I'll go see a psychologist to figure out if this ties back to old stuff and get some actual advice, but I’m skipping the psychiatrist. From what I’ve seen, those guys are in even more of a mess than I am.
And honestly, I have no interest in popping heavy antidepressants. You have to fix the mind, not just numb it with pills.

Yeah, I totally agree regarding psychiatrists... I tried a few places, and it was a complete disaster. Where is Billy Crystal when you actually need him? 😬

The meds are the same story—total garbage. They either knock you out cold or they don't do a damn thing.

At the end of the day, you’re the only one who can truly help yourself. Autosuggestion is incredibly powerful; if it can drag you down into the negatives, it can pull you right back up. "All" you have to do is find that internal switch to flip off the negativity and turn on the positive mindset.

By some stroke of pure luck, I managed to pull myself together on my own. Give it a shot. 😘

Ronald Booth3 said:I'm 100% behind this. Joining NATO and the European Union is the move. It's one way to stabilize the region around Israel and finally secure a normal life for Israel.

Look, the EU part is a bit of a stretch, but NATO? 👍

Brian Campbell6 said:Look, I get it. People say everything hit me at once—finishing my final exams, living on my own, managing my own finances... plus my job was absolute madness. I was stuck in a car for 3 to 4 hours a day and handling over 100 calls per shift (mostly international clients) for a rental agency. It went from a hundred miles an hour straight to nothing, and I was still wired from the adrenaline. It was pure stress, and honestly, something just had to snap.
I’m planning to see a psychologist as soon as I pass my exam, since they require you to bring someone along for the first session.

Everything you said rings true. It isn't easy. Stress is a brutal enemy. But listen, besides therapy and medication, you have to try to help yourself too. For example, I beat my panic attacks and anxiety simply because one day, I just got fed up with it. When I felt an attack coming on, I would stop dead in my tracks and command myself to pull it together.

I know that sounds easier said than done, but it worked for me. After five or six years of suffering, with a little bit of mental effort, it vanished into thin air.

Next, find something to do. And I don't mean "go grab another high-stress job." I mean stay busy at all times: read, pick up a hobby, play sports, hang out with friends... have sex... because those intrusive thoughts hit hardest when you're alone, staring at a wall, doing absolutely nothing but overthinking.

And one last thing: DO NOT GOOGLE IT!!! You will ALWAYS, without fail, find your exact symptoms in a list of some horrific, terminal disease. (And I can tell you're already searching terms like "fasciculation" 😁)

Hang in there. You are stronger than this. Believe me, it will pass.😘