Ever since it's been noticed that the Freddy & Bonnie animatronics that William Afton tears apart in the FNAF 3 minigames, which apparently take place in the FNAF 1 location, have buttons on their chests, FNAF 2 has no longer made any sense to me.
The Freddy & Bonnie animatronics we see in FNAF 1 don't have buttons on their chests, however the Freddy & Bonnie animatronics we see in FNAF 2 do. And as we understand it these Withered versions of the animatronics were taken from their location in FNAF 2, remade & placed in the FNAF 1 location.
However in the FNAF 3 minigames, what with Freddy & Bonnie having buttons on their chests, this would imply the animatronics William tore apart in the FNAF 1 location were pre-Withered versions of the FNAF 2 animatronics.
The only way I can make sense of this is that obviously each Freddy's restaurant had their own set of animatronics. The og animatronics in the FNAF 2 location became Withered & were replaced with the Toy animatronics.
But the og animatronics in the FNAF 1 location never became Withered & were never replaced with Toy animatronics. Yes, I am saying both locations were still functioning at the same time, there doesn't have to be only 1 Freddy's location open at one time, multiple can be at once.
So this would mean at the time of the MCI, Afton stuffed the children into the FNAF 1 og animatronics at the FNAF 1 location, then tore them apart, was forced into the Spring Bonnie suit by the children's spirits, got springlocked & was sealed in the back room.
The remains of the FNAF 1 og animatronics were then taken & remade into the animatronics we see in FNAF 1. That would mean the good ending, the Happiest Day ending, of FNAF 3 never happened, the children's spirits never moved on & remained in the remade animatronics.
If Mike Schmidt is in fact Michael Afton that would also mean Michael spent a good deal of time in the same building as his father but never knew due to the room William got springlocked in was boarded up.
With all of that being said however, the events of FNAF 2 now make zero sense to me. Who was possessing the Withered og animatronics at the FNAF 2 location? Did William murder another batch of kids? And instead of him stuffing the bodies into the animatronics was it in fact The Puppet as we see in the Give Gifts, Give Life minigame?
Also note we only see The Puppet place the animatronic heads onto four of the bodies, the middle child which the Golden Freddy head appears on does so of its own accord, which to me implies that the spirit possessing Golden Freddy had nothing to do with The Puppet.
And during the SAVETHEM minigames we see five dead kids scattered throughout the building but there are in fact six pools of blood, one hidden behind The Puppet's prize box.
I can guarantee I've missed something that probably invalidates most of what I've just written so please let me know! Make FNAF 2 make sense again for me please!

Hello nyets! I am going to be in charge of the food catering team for my school's annual prefect camp. As tradition, i have to plan one meal to have fast food as the meal. How do I aquire their catering menu? Is the only option to go to their restaurants and ask? Please tell me how and thanks in advance. I tried looking into their websites but it was in vain..

— reposting cus ive been busy when i posted this before but now is my rest day so ill put an effort to try to talk to everyone
if ure a guy who only wants a one time thing, fu/bu, on/s, ns/fw, etc — then this post is not for you
reading is essential.
anyone who wants to seriously date? from getting to know each other to being a potential boyfriend.. it’s really nice to have that one person again whos going to be ur partner / bestfriend / support system all together
about me:

• 8-9/10 (as per redditor ratings, still subjective)
• can be cute, hot, and pretty. (but most of the times, just plain nerd 🤓)
• petite, 5’5”, slim fit, sunkissed skin
• lots of hobbies and interests, social butterfly
• loves to eat and try new restaurants
• still in uni but also managing a business
• 22 but already feels like 30 already smh im tired of everything just give me a goddamn sweet life rn
• consistently receives praises for my way of thinking primarily by the 26-30 year old men I dated
• has 34 different personalities. u just have to choose which one u like so u wont have to cheat.. jk

about you: - around my age - introverted, geek/nerd abt something (cus ill bring out the extrovert side in u, ill definitely make u talk 😏) - will try to new food/restaurants with me - doesnt have to be aesthetically pleasing/gwapo. but please be above average. someone decent and clean. hygienic. knows how to handle himself (nego on this one, i will happily help u to style & dress up & build up ur confidence if u dont have ~) - much better if may hinahandle na business, and/or business-minded (even if it’s small, doesnt matter) - doesnt have to be tall-tall basta taller than me - has a place (i love spending time indoors) i also have a place ~
everything except 1st and 4th bullet are nego! who knows ~ message me with ur shot & let’s exchange photos

I'm a university student suffering from social anxiety. My main symptom is that I simply do not know how to talk to people. Whenever I think of saying something without being talked to first and I do not have a 'justified' reason to talk to another person (like about something in class) I start worrying I'll be annoying them and I'll look like a weirdo. As a result I have zero true friends, probably haven't had one in years and honestly was never really close to another person beside my family. Relationships are also obviously completely impossible in these circumstances.
To try and overcome that I decided to start with sitting next to someone in my dining hall and talking to them. This monumental task is going very poorly.
It turns out everywhere I look, it's either someone sitting with a computer (they're working) or there are people sitting in groups (and I don't want to interrupt them). It's very hard to me to find a person sitting by themselves to whom I could comfortable approach and ask to eat my meal at their table.
In the rare cases I find someone, I feel they don't want to be bothered, and that I'd be annoying them if I talked to them. If there happens to be an empty table nearby, I think they'll believe I'm so weirdo for trying to talk to a random person I don't know when I could sit by myself.
I actually feel like I've regressed, because last year I had lot less difficulty doing these things. For a period of time, I had a habit of talking to someone at least once a week, a few times actually managed to have a nice conversation.
What can I do to make this easier? If I cannot talk to a person over lunch, my chance of reaching any of normal human milestones from first paragraph is basically zero.

It has been an up and down the last 3 years. We get on well most of the time, it can be boring, I guess you could say its comfortable. I'm not a bad looking guy but a bit socially slack at times. Queit shy. My first serious girlfriend. Important to note we don't currently live together. Its hard to say I ever felt the moment where 'shes the one'. There are some questions from another similar post that I'll answer that might help sum up where we're at.
Do you feel like "She gets me?" She knows alot more about me than most. Sometimes I feel she mirrors me and tells me what I want to hear though.
Do you feel like this is a person who you'd really miss if you left? Atm I feel I could go 2 weeks without missing her, feel I need a timeout. (We've tried this in the past and really messed with her) I feel like long term I probably would but might be able to adjust
Do you feel like she's your best friend? Most days yes, somedays no. My bestfreind has always changed throughout my life.
Do I really, really, deep down want to spend every day of the rest of my life with this particular person. Not every day no. Feel I need my space at times, this is just who I am.

• Do I trust this person 100% with my secrets, my finances, my life. Not fully
• Can I talk about absolutely anything with this person and how do they react? Not anything, feel like I can be on eggshells sometimes.
• What do I really not like about this person, what could I change if I really wanted too? She is a mouth breather, I find that annoyinng. Also a reoccuring thought - I feel like she will turn into her mother both physically and mentally. Mother can be abusive, manipulative, unhinged and is physically unatrative (weight, skin issues) that unfortunaltely my GF has signs of. I'm not being shallow this is just part of the facts. My GF is active and currently in good shape but down the road I think Genetics could catch up with her. Could be passed to kids if we had them? Unfortunatelty Genes are Genes
• Do we share the same ideas on what we see in the future? For the most part yes
• Do we both want kids? Yes
• When I have spent a long period of time with this person and they drive away, do I want to chase after their car and jump in the passenger seat OR am I glad to now finally have time on my own to be "myself"? This is a big one. I don't feel I can relax some of the time around my GF. I enjoy my alone time more than time with her too much of the time I think. But on the other hand this can be said for most people. I'm not a big people person but do have lots of freinds etc, can get on well with people. I'm still friend with my middle school friends.
• What is this person like when we disagree on things? Feel like we can be civilised.
• Has this person ever abused me (verbally, emotionally, physically) or someone I care about? No
• How does this person treat the waiter / waitress when we go to a restaurant? Good
• How often do we have sex and is sex really enjoyable? Once, twice a week, good enough. We both live at home so not the easiest to manage
• What happens after sex? Do we both head for the shower or do we still hug when everything is wet and uncomfortable? Ya we lie there for a bit
• How do I get along with this persons family? Does this person get along with my family? If not, why? Ya good. Her mother is nice to me but I know from my GF that she can be nasty.
• Does this person tell me if something is bothering them or do they let it bottle up? Usually eventually yes
• Can I tell this person if something is wrong without feeling anxious or do I let it bottle up? Yes for the most part
• If this person was in a car accident tomorrow and was confined to a wheelchair for the rest of their life would that change anything about the way I thought of them? No, obviously I would be concerned for the physcial side of our relationship and the abilty to do things together. I don't think it would majorly change how I feel right now.
• How much money do I have? How much money does this person have? I had a more comfortable upbringing financilally but she and I have good jobs so I wouldnt worry
• Can I count on this person to always be there for me and to support me in everything that I do? Yes I think so within reason obviously where it wouldnt affect our relationship
• Am I personally ready for marriage? Is there anything that I haven't yet done that I really want to do that I can't do with this person in my life permanently? Maybe travel more but maybe we could do that together. We have had some nice holidays together.
• Does this person accept me despite all of my insecurities? Yes I think so

What do you think?

part 1: net worth
positive net worth

category	#shesworthsomething
💹 15,700	Roth IRA, not much but it’s honest work. I wasn’t able to contribute last year but sent $1400 this month. Don’t think I will max this year but will do what I can.
📱 1,400	457, not even sure why I contribute to this ($50/paycheck)
📈 25,100	Pension – cash value not super relevant here. 11% mandated contribution
💰 7,100	checking
🤑 3,000	HYSA @ 4.25%
➕ 52,300	we keep it positive around here

debt

category	oops, she’s in debt again
💷 -45,203	Private student loan @ 4.79%, paid biweekly but sending extra $
💸 -72,957	Undergrad Stafford + grad @ 5.2%. halfway done with PSLF!
➖ 118,160	😬 (but it looks worse on paper!)

casita

category	ah, but what about the house?
🏡 362,000	Purchase price, spring 2022, ginormous (income-restricted) condo
💸 -317,026.81	Mortgage #1 balance @ 2.75%
♊ -23,431.95	Mortgage #2 balance @ 0%, down-payment assistance paid in full at end of mortgage or resale
➕ 21,541.24	Equity including both mortgages, since not including #2 feels disingenuous

NET WORTH: -45,672.46
part 2: income
Nothing exciting here as a public school teacher. My salary is fixed and the entire internet can figure out exactly how much I make. Next year I will apply to be a new teacher mentor to move over a lane (6% raise while I do the job). We won a great raise in our last contract so we can finally be paid almost as much as everyone around us!
This is my 5th year teaching but am on step 6 of 11 due to a full year internship.
read my paycheck and weep
pay schedule: 24 paychecks a year (NOT 26), biweekly Fridays with the exception of holidays and the final day of school, where you receive paychecks 22, 23, 24 and are expected to make that last late June through early September
each paycheck is different, so let’s do paycheck #1

💹 2,935.83	gross
💊 -37.14	medicare (but not SS)
👩🏼‍⚕️ -325.65	PPO, I get sick often and in unexpected places
🦷 -42.97	dental
👓 -5.91	vision
📱 -50	457 contribution
🚕 -184.19	federal withholding
🚖 -114.32	state withholding
📈 -322.94	pension withholding
➕ 1,852.71	behold, how little of my take home I get to actually enjoy

Now paycheck #2

💹 2,935.83	gross
💊 -48.01	medicare (but not SS)
📱 -50	457 contribution
🚕 -323.86	federal withholding
🚖 -151.79	state withholding
📈 -322.94	pension withholding
💪🏼 -87	union power, baby
➕ 1,952.23	Also known at work as “the good paycheck”

For those keeping track at home, my monthly gross is typically 5,871.66 and my net is typically 3,804.94
Why typically?

• If we have 3 paychecks in a month: enjoy the big fat no medical or union deduction!
• …unless it’s April onwards, when they deduct health insurance from EVERY paycheck to cover your summer months (we call it double deduction season)
• in December we get a premium holiday (1/2 medical deduction)
• I also run an outdoors club at work, which I am paid $35/hr when I run the club and additional pay for certain trips (last month I was paid $375 alone for our annual weekend overnight before vacation). This can be wildly inconsistent but let’s just say I have an extra $100-150 to play with each month.

part 3: please enjoy my emoji'd YNAB categories

category 💲	PAY DEM BILLZ
🏡 1343.38	Putting the PIT in mortgage…or something like that. The other I is paid separately
⛲ 167	HOA
🔐 68.16	Was not required to have insurance at closing. Don’t be stupid like me.
🎓 0	fed loans, thanks Grandpa Joe. I think this will be about $250/m when it starts up again. PSLF date late 2028
⛽ 31	YNAB tells me this is my average since moving to my house. Grateful to have big windows and a “put a sweater on” childhood upbringing – touched the heat twice this year
🔌 50	Averaged to include spicy hot summer months (it was 34 this month)
💻 39.95	interwebs
🏫 412.92	Private loan, paid biweekly (so if it’s a rare 3 payment month it’s more). The minimum monthly payment is something like $316, but I’m sending an extra $50 to get some benefit from the power of compound interest. 4.79% is not a make or break rate. Payoff 2034 but hope this can happen sooner.
📰 12.50	NYT Academic rate
🚊 90	Monthly pass
🍿 15.99	Somebody needs to pay the HBO Max
➖ 2234.43	Assigned this month

⭐

category 💲	important semi-regular expenses
🎁 20	Averaged gifts and donations, we have a special scholarship at work
⛲ 167	HOA
👗 0	I haven’t bought new clothes in a while and it’s starting to show.
🤸🏼‍♀️ 85	trampoline class
👩🏼‍⚕️ 60	YNAB tells me my average is 60/mo, but this is overinflated due to an MRI in November that I will only have to do once more time. I’m usually at the urgent care or a specialist doctor 1x/month (this month: a UTI), so it’s more like 30
🪑 40	Hard to quantify. Since I moved in, I had a free couch moved ($200), bought a very nice TV ($750), a vacuum ($250), filters for vacuum ($30), and the world’s nicest washer ($1900). So YNAB is telling me a horrifying $400/mo, but let’s call it 40 going forward
🌷 0	I was a good urban balcony gardener, but no balcony. Waiting for a community garden spot, hopefully next year
🍉 250	Includes booze and small household things (TP, paper towels, dish soap)
🥾 30	Am avid hiker and rollerblader. Averaged cost of trip incidentals like carpool or snacks, admission to roller rink
💊 55	3 lifesaving medicines (25/mo + 10/mo + 30 as needed) + 10 for whatever medicine needed for illness of the month (10 for antibiotics this month). Every year I get a new epi-pen for 10 or 30. This month was more like 85 because my pharmacy accidentally sent me a med I have plenty of.
➖ 500	rough guesstimate

⭐

monthly 💲	annual 💲	annual expenses (save early, save often)
🤑 3.95	🕛47.33	Splitting YNAB with a friend on the new family plan
💇🏼‍♀️ 22.50	🕛 270	2x curly haircuts a year (cut + tip)
🩰 127.78	🕛 1150	Pair of opening weekend orchestra tickets + donor perks + volunteer dues
🌴 55	🕛 650	My part of family vacation with parents
🕶 33.33	🕛 400	Annual eye visit (exam + contact fitting + 12 months contacts)
📦 11.59	🕛 139	prime shipping, no car in a store desert + my mom likes videos
🎄 50	🕛 600	I love Christmas
💸 ?	🕛 6500	Roth IRA, we’re getting aspirational. I sent $1400 this month because it was a 3 paycheck month. Going to try to max and see how far I get.
🦷 86.35	🕛 2250	Saving ½ of estimated costs for Invisalign – never had braces as a kid and now my teeth are pretty bad. Hoping to start May 2024. There is unfortunately no savings for paying everything upfront so I’m saving ½ now and expecting a monthly payment around 150/mo during the treatment.
➖390.50	🕛 4,686	Ignoring the Roth IRA

⭐

category 💲	very big savings
🌆 428.57	3k goal by August 2023 (current balance: 850), “No August pay” – we don’t get paid in August and the first week of September so setting aside money specifically for this without feeling guilty for draining my emergency fund
🕐 300	(181.82 since I’m ahead) Homeowner’s 1% Warchest, it’s exactly what it sounds like. For any and all home expenses (things breaking or projects). Current balance: 2k
🛑 140.91	Building back EF, goal is 3k by December 2023 (current balance: 1.7k). I know this is low but my job is hilariously stable. I will try to add another month in 2024.

⭐

category 💲	fun money!
💻 50	Laptop replacement, just chucking money in there. I’d like to buy a Lenovo IdeaPad Duet 5i since I love the 2 in 1 form factor. Currently have 100/600
🚝 70 (paused)	Travel fund contribution, but full at 350. BFF getting married in VT in August so hoping to turn it into a girl’s weekend with another BFF
🎮 65 (paused)	General video game fund – keep it topped up at 65 in case a new game drops OR if multiple games go on sale. I try to only buy games on deep sale
🎮 12.99	Final Fantasy XIV sub, I’ll retire someday
👯‍♀️ 50	Anything with friends, including eating out with them. usually 100 in the summer
🍦 30	“eating out” aka solo treats for myself (breakfast at dunks, small treats)
🎊 10	events happening that we want to go to not already covered, averaged.
➖ 202.99	Not including travel and video games since that’s topped up

If you add up the categories, I’m in the red and I’m well aware of it – not for much longer though, as I’m saving really aggressively. 😊
part 4: el diario
Day 1 – Saturday

🌅 gotta get dad to the ballet! 4.80
👯‍♀️ brunch with daddy-o before the ballet, I provide the tickets but he pays for brunch. his wallet is hurting because he only just got paid at his new job, so I kick in 20
👀 because brunch is attached to a swanky hotel and it’s PAX east wknd. 0 for free entertainment
🥤 my father requests a water bottle before the show. 6
🩰 don q, my 3rd time and dad’s 1st. Very good, but very long. 0 because these are volunteer comps
🚊 & 👋🏼
🧼 the casita before the week starts

total: 30.80
Day 2 – Sunday

💤 lazy Sunday morning (dw, I’m still up at 6). Read the NYT cover to cover then play 🎮
🚊 meeting a friend of a friend to help her do taxes but I’m early
📖 it’s gorgeous out so I photosynthesize in the BPL courtyard with my book club book
⛔ the wifi is too slow for us to do taxes so we pack up and 🚶🏼‍♀️ down newbury st until we settle at trident
👯‍♀️ I supervise her taxes, and eat a late lunch (grilled cheese w/ avo and tomato). 22.15
🍉 make the mistake of dragging this poor girl with me to the postage stamp sized TJ’s. and it’s 5:15. one does not shop here so much as get in line at the beginning & pick what you want as you go. a tall person fetches me frozen arepas. I come in right on budget so I’m pleased. 57.52
👋🏼 & 🚊 home to plan my week and decompress with 🎮 and 📖

Total: 79.67
Day 3 – Monday

🌅 it’s just before 6 and birds are happy, but now I am taking the 🚍 to work
🌉 stuck on the bus with my BOSS because a 🚢 is passing through the drawbridge. at least we can now fill out 90 second walk from the bus to dunks with acceptable new england small talk subjects (weather, transit, and sports) before she dips to get coffee
😡 the youth, because tomorrow & wednesday are standardized testing. sorry kids, I don’t make the schedule!
🙏🏼 “my plan is to read the questions carefully and ask God to help me know” – A+ testing strategy
✌🏼 2:30 and on my way home
🤸🏼‍♀️ take the 🚊 to go to bounce (0, see monthly expenses) and catch up with bounce buddy M.
🚶🏼‍♀️ walk with M. to the 🚊, go home for 🍜, 🚿, 📖, 🎮

Total: 0
Day 4 – Tuesday

🌅 hello, happy birds as I walk to the 🚍
🔥 the computers are not charged for testing. teenagers have been divested of all electronics and are not allowed to talk to each other. mayhem approaching in 3 … 2 … 1 …
🤬 nonstatus (male) colleague uses a work group text thread to refer to an unknown female colleague as the b-word. mayhem continues
❓ 2 hour (!) meeting after work due to snow day cancellations. male colleague doubles down on his comment before storming out. brain is mush
🚍 I remember nothing
🔐 as I am politely informed by my e-mail 68.16
👩🏼‍🍳 white bean & tomato stew & watch abbott elementary because it’s cathartic
🗣📕 ballet book club on zoom! we just finished a book about martha graham so we talk about it (I’m hosting next time about james whiteside)

total: 68.16
Day 5 – Wednesday

🌅 please go away, very loud mourning dove
🍎 computers are charged, the youth are not. Mr. Insult has decided not to come to work today (probably for the best?)
🤬 is there something in the water?! another nonstatus teacher informs me that two of my students are talking to each other in the hallway and are not following her instructions which tbh is a day that ends in Y. important context: her instruction is in English and they only understand Spanish. I send them back to their testing rooms and she says, “when students ignore me and continue to speak in a language they know I don’t understand, they are being assholes” UM! GOODBYE!!!
😡 before I say something I regret I turn heel and inform my boss of this interaction. she takes a breath and thanks me for letting her know
😤 this is me taking a calming inhale / exhale before returning to staring at children
🏹 when I am proctoring (read: not allowed to read, grade, do work, browse the interweb), I like to imagine how the hunger games would go down if these kids were in it. the odds are in this room’s favor overall.
👩🏼‍🏫 these miserable youth are forced into a half day of classes, so we conference about grades and I let them have some free time
🏕 run weekly outdoors club for the youth. one student informs me a teacher refuses to sign a permission slip & doesn’t know why. make mental note to find this person and politely inquire. students make a great poster of images from our last trip and practice map skills
✌🏼 at 3:30 to get the 🚂 to then get on the 🚊 to go to 🤸🏼‍♀️ … it sounds awful but it all goes pleasantly smoothly, especially given how the T has been. class is great, lots of one-legged kicking on the trampoline. this is my 2nd week in a row of going from 2x class a week to 3x and it’s a tough adjustment. 0
🚶🏼‍♀️ to the 🚊 with M., who can’t make it to class on Friday – sad!
💊 the medicine I didn’t ask for but keeps coming has arrived. Note to self to call pharmacy and ask them to stop, but says 0 refills. Not a total waste because I KNOW I will get bronchitis again & need this. 10
🍿 paid for to keep my mother happy 15.99
🍴 eat leftover stew and 📞 my mother and best friend T. to debrief this very strange day
🎮 and 📖 before bed

Total: 25.99
Day 6 – Thursday

🌅 ahoy! Run into coworker D. on the 🚍 who gets coffee at dunks. I am feeling weak and acquire some 🥑🍞 3.69
🤝🏼 find this teacher who refuses to sign permission slip (who is also new). his reasons are very valid and we agree on conditions the student needs to fulfill to attend trip. hooray, adults being civil!
🤬 that’s it, something is in the water. two best friends in 3rd hour begin a heated verbal altercation about … a girl? in the middle of my class?? One kid takes off so I call security to let them know he would benefit from a check-in. the other student begins texting threats to his buddy and goes off on me when I tell him to stop. what is happening?!
👼🏼 boy returns with security at end of class, so I walk him to dean to process. 35 minutes later dean says everything is gucci and no more problems. hormones, man.
✌🏼 please get me out of here
💻 bill is paid 39.95
👵🏼 our weekly call (she is my only grandparent and is not doing well)
👨🏼 weekly call with father, who still likes his new job
🍜 leftover stew and Mandalorian with my 👩🏼 (we live text each other). finally, a good space battle!
🎮 and 📖 to decompress along with a long hot 🚿

total: 43.64
Day 7 – Friday

🌅 I don’t think I can do this today.
🧘🏼‍♀️ It has been such a frustrating week (there was another incident that happened that I can’t even reference due to state law/FERPA) that was incredibly traumatic and draining.
📱 to best friend T. and work friend R. to ask what they would do. Both endorse me taking a day off after this wild week.
🎮 and 📖 along with some stretching. 📞 with best friend E. to catch up on her wedding prep and life
🤑 payday! Good paycheck since it’s the 3rd of the month, but it might be missing hours from club. I won’t know until I see my paystub on Monday. +2,183.48 (+50 to 457, +322.94 to pension)
💸 ah, but it’s also the 31st. easy come, easy go 🏡 (1343.38) and ⛲ (167)
🚊 to 🤸🏼‍♀️ to a really 🔥 class. Learn the name of the girl next to me on Fridays who also brings her inhaler and it turns out we’re both teachers!
🍦 take a nice mozzarella sandwich home from tatte 13.97
🚊, 🍴, 🚿, 📖, 🎮

Total: 1,524.35
Grand totals:

• food & drank: 65.81
• entertainment: 15.99
• home & health: 10
• clothes & beauty: 0
• transport: 4.80
• other: 1,618.49 (how I would class my house expenses)

reflection: typical week money-wise in terms of reflecting my non-house spending – I’m saving really aggressively right now and don’t have a lot of money for discretionary spending. Even if I did, I’m very much a homebody during the work week. My job is probably more stressful than most as a baseline but this week was truly unbelievably bad. Still, looking through the week and taking time to step back I realize just how quality my support network is and for that I'm very grateful.

I am a sophomore in college, same as my boyfriend Blake. I met him in September at a party and after that he pursued me for a month. I wasn’t into the idea of being in a relationship and avoided that for a while. Eventually I just decided to date him Bc he’s a great guy and he was fun. I didn’t expect the relationship to be serious at all because he knew I wasn’t really into all that and what kind of girl I was (loved to party, non monogamous). About 3 weeks into our relationship I was pretty upset because my niece and nephew were supposed to come visit me for thanksgiving break and their mom could no longer afford it. Blake went behind my back and texted my niece saying he would pay for their tickets and then FaceTimed my sister to confirm. I didn’t want any of my family to know I had a boyfriend and I was pretty pissed off when I found out. I didn’t even know he had done this until we picked them up from the airport. I was very excited to see them until I found out he paid $900 for their airfare. We had been dating for only 3 fucking weeks and he spent almost a grand on me. I couldn’t act upset because he had done such a nice thing and I wanted to enjoy my time with my kids I hadn’t seen in so long.
Fast forward a month later I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to be with him like I definitely did not love him how he loved me and I’ve always been a self sabotager. I was also going through some mental shit and I felt like I couldn’t tell him. This is gonna sound bad but please understand. I was going to break up with him and my best friend(m21) flew here to stop me and to check on my well being. Me and my best friend kind of have a past of mutual unspoken love. He was who I wanted to be with but his mental health was absolute shit and he dropped out and we knew it would never work out. I had wondered if I continued to stay with Blake then I would never know if I was missing my chance with best friend. We confessed our feelings for eachother and he kissed me very passionately and that was that. He told me it would be stupid if I broke up with Blake and I just needed to get him (bff) out of my system.
I felt like I had to learn to love Blake it didn’t come as naturally to me as it did to him. Eventually tho I did really fall in love with him and I do love him today. Next year i need to go on a journey of self discovery and I’m going to leave the country for a few months maybe more. I expressed this to Blake and he said he would come with me. I do love him and want to be in a relationship but I do not want him to come with me. I could break up with him but I would feel horrible. He’s an amazing boyfriend now but I don’t see it long term, but I’ve honestly never seen anything in my future. He buys me things all the time too, I don’t even ask he just likes to get me gifts. I’ve told him that I can’t do the same for him because I have no money at all, but he says that he doesn’t care and likes buying me things. So with the $900 plus all the gifts and restaurants he’s probably put 3-4 grand towards me. I’ve put maybe less than 400.
I don’t know if I should just stay with him and see where this goes because who knows, maybe we’ll have an amazing future together. Or should I just break up with him now to spare his feelings if I were to break up with him next year. The money and gifts has definitely been a contributing factor in me wanting to stick this out because I would feel horrible. But I’ve also never asked him to do any of the things he does, he just spends spontaneously. Idek if anyone can answer this but could someone point me in the right direction or just give advice on what seems like the best thing to do.
TLDR: My boyfriend has spent a ridiculous amount of money on me in such a short relationship. I didn’t plan on it being serious but after a $900 gift there was no way I could break up with him. I do love him a lot today but I don’t know if I should continue this relationship when the amount of love is not mutual.

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Today's Reading, via Project Gutenberg:

XI

While Edward revised his play Yeats and I talked of The Shadowy Waters, and the Boers crossed one of our frontiers into Cape Colony or Natal—I have forgotten which; but I remember very well my attitude of mind towards the war, and how I used to walk every day from Tillyra to Ardrahan, a distance of at least two Irish miles, to fetch the newspaper, so anxious was I to read of a victory for our soldiers.
Before starting I would pay Edward a visit in his tower, and after a few words about the play, I would tell him that the way out of our South African difficulties was simple—the Government should arm the blacks; and this would make Edward growl out that the English Government was beastly enough to do it; and I remember how I used to go away, pleased that I had always the courage of my morality. Other men do what they know to be wrong, and repent, or think they repent; but as it would be impossible for me to do what I believe to be wrong, repentance is for me an idle word; and, thinking that to raise an army of seventy thousand blacks would be a fine trick to play upon the Boers, I often returned through the park full of contempt for my countrymen, my meditations interrupted occasionally by some natural sight—the beauty of the golden bracken through which the path twisted, a crimson beech at the end of it, or the purple beauty of a line of hills over against the rocky plain freckled with the thatched cabins of the peasantry. Nor do I remember more beautiful evenings than these were; and, as the days drew in, the humble hawthorns shaped themselves into lovely silhouettes, and a meaning seemed to gather round the low, mossy wall out of which they grew, until one day the pictorial idea which had hitherto stayed my steps melted away, and I became possessed by a sentimental craving for the country itself. After all, it was my country, and, strangely perturbed, I returned to the castle to ask Edward's opinion regarding the mysterious feeling that had glided suddenly into my heart as I stood looking at the Burran Mountains.
It is difficult for anybody to say why he loves his country, for what is a country but a geographical entity? And I am not sure that Edward was listening very attentively when I told him of a certain pity, at variance with my character, that had seemed to rise out of my heart.
It would be strange if Cathleen ni Houlihan were to get me after all. That is impossible ... only a passing feeling; and I sat looking at him, remembering that the feeling I dreaded had seemed to come out of the landscape and to have descended into my heart. But he was so little interested in what seemed to me transcendental that I refrained from further explanation, concluding that he was thinking of his play, which had gone to Coole yesterday. I was led to think this, for he was sitting at the window as if watching for Yeats. We were expecting our poet.
Here he is. I wonder what he thinks of your revisions?
And to save Edward from humiliation I asked Yeats as soon as he came into the room if he liked the new third act.
No, no; it's entirely impossible. We couldn't have such a play performed. And dropping his cloak from his shoulders, he threw his hair from his brow with a pale hand, and sank into a chair, and seemed to lose himself in a sudden meditation. It was like a scene from a play, with Yeats in the principal part; and, admiring him, I sat thinking of the gloom of Kean, of the fate of the Princes in the Tower, headsmen, and suchlike things, and thinking, too, that Yeats, notwithstanding his hierarchic airs, was not an actual literary infallibility. The revised third act might not be as bad as he seemed to think it. He might be mistaken ... or prejudiced. Yeats's literary integrity is without stain, that I knew. But he might be prejudiced against Edward without knowing it. The success of The Heather Field had stirred up in Edward, till then the most unassuming of men, a certain aggressiveness which, for some time past, I could see had been getting on Yeats's nerves. Nor am I quite sure that myself at that moment would not have liked to humble Edward a little ... only a little. But let us not be drawn from the main current of our resolution, which is entirely literary, by a desire to note every sub-current. Yeats looked very determined, and when I tried to induce him to give way he answered:
We are artists, and cannot be expected to accept a play because other plays as bad, and nearly as bad, have been performed.
Saints, I said, do not accept sins because sins are of common occurrence.
He did not answer, but sat looking into the fire gloomily.
He takes a very determined view of your play, Edward. It may not strike me in the same light. If you will give me the manuscript I'll just run upstairs with it. I can't read it in front of you both.
There was no reason why I should read the first two acts; Edward had not touched them. What he had engaged to rewrite was the last half of the third act, and a few minutes would enable me to see if he had made sufficient alterations for the play to be put forward—not as a work of art—that is as something that would be acted fifty years hence for the delight of numerous audiences, as proof of the talent that existed in Ireland at the end of the nineteenth century—but as a play to which literary people could give their attention without feeling ashamed of themselves afterwards. There was no reason why we should ask for more than that; for the subject of the play was merely one of topical interest, and it is a mistake—I pointed this out to Yeats—to be very particular about the literary quality of such a play. All the same it would have to be put right, and this Edward could not do. It was more a matter for a cunning literary hand than for a fellow like Edward with a streak of original genius in him, and very little literary tact.
On these reflections I sat down to read, but the play was so crude, even in its revised form, that I fell to thinking that Yeats's thoughts must have wandered very often from the page. He should have remembered, however, whilst we discussed the play with Edward, that Edward was a human being after all, and not made it apparent that he looked upon the play as something the local schoolmaster might have written, and of all, should have kept looks out of his face which said as plainly as words could: Your soul is inferior, beneath my notice; take it away. He did not even seem to apprehend that Edward was torn between love of self and love of Ireland. Abstract thinking, I said, kills human sympathies, and Yeats is no longer able to appreciate anything but literary values. The man behind the play is ignored ... Yeats can no longer think with his body; it is only his mind that thinks. He is all intellect, if that isn't too cardinal a word. And seeing before me quite a new country of conjecture, one which I had never rambled in, I sat thinking of the cruelty of the monks of the Middle Ages, and the cruelty of the nuns and the monks of the present day. Their thoughts are abstracted from this world, from human life—that is why; and Yeats was a sort of monk of literature, an Inquisitor of Journalism who would burn a man for writing that education was progressing by leaps and bounds. Opinions make people cruel—literary as well as theological. Whereas the surgeon, whose thought is always of the flesh, is the kindliest of creatures. It is true that one sometimes hears of surgeons who, in the pursuit of science, willingly undertake operations which they know to be dangerous, and we know that the scientists in the laboratory are indifferent to the sufferings of the animals they vivisect. Even so, Nature thinks like the surgeon who risks an operation in order that he may discover the cause of the disease. The knowledge he gathers from the death of the patient is passed on, and it saves the life of another. But the artist cannot pass on any portion of his art to his pupil; his gift lives in himself and dies with him, and his art comes as much from his heart as from his intellect. The intellect outlives the heart, and the heart of Yeats seemed to me to have died ten years ago; the last of it probably went into the composition of The Countess Cathleen.
Yesterevening, when we wandered about the lake, talking of The Shadowy Waters, trying to free it from the occult sciences that had grown about it, Fomorians beaked and unbeaked, and magic harps and Druid spells, I did not perceive that the difficulties into which the story had wandered could be attributed to a lack of human sympathy. But Yeats's treatment of Edward proved it to me. The life of the artist is always at difficult equipoise; he may fail from lack of human sympathies, or he may yield altogether to them and become a mere philanthropist; and we may well wonder what the choice of the artist would have been if he had to choose between the destruction of Messina and Reggio or of Herculaneum and Pompeii. Were he to choose the ancient ruins in preference to the modern towns, he might give very good reasons for doing so, saying that to prolong the lives of a hundred thousand people for a few years would not be, in his opinion, worth a bronze like the Narcissus. A very specious argument might be maintained in favour of the preservation of the bronze, even at the price of a hundred thousand lives. Perhaps he might let the bronze go, but if all Greek art were added he would hesitate, and when he had let one hundred thousand men and women go to their doom he would probably retire into the mountains to escape from sight of every graven thing. To write a play our human and artistic sympathies must be very evenly balanced, and I remembered that among my suggestions for the reconstruction of The Shadowy Waters, the one that Yeats refused most resolutely was that the woman should refuse to accompany the metaphysical pirate to the ultimate North, but return somewhat diffidently, ashamed of herself, to the sailors who were drinking yellow ale.
Yeats has reflected himself in the pirate, I said. All he cares for is a piece of literature. The man behind it matters nothing to him. But am I not just as wicked as he? Worse, indeed, for Edward is my oldest friend and I do not defend him. Whereupon the manuscript fell from my hand, and I sat for a long time thinking; and then, getting up, I wandered out of my room and hung over the banisters, looking down into the central hall, asking myself what Yeats and Edward were saying to each other, and thinking that their talk must be strained and difficult, thinking too that my duty was to go down to them and bring their bitter interview to an end.
And I resolved to say that I could see no reason why the play should not be acted. But half-way down the stairs my conscience forbade so flagrant a lie. Yeats would not believe me. And what good would it do to allow Edward to bring over actors and actresses for the performance of such a play? It's kinder to tell him the truth. In the middle of the hall I stopped again. But if I tell him the truth the Irish Literary Theatre will come to an end.
Well, Edward, I've read your play ... but the alterations you've made aren't very considerable, and I can't help thinking that the play requires something more done to it.
You've read my play very quickly. Are you sure you've read it?
I've read all the passages that you've altered.
I had only glanced through them, but I could not tell him that a glance was sufficient.
If there were time, you might alter it yourself. You see, the time is short—only two months; and I watched Edward. For a long time he said nothing, but sat like a man striving with himself, and I pitied him, knowing how much of his life was in his play.
I give you the play, he said, starting to his feet. Do with it as you like; turn it inside out, upside down. I'll make you a present of it!
But, Edward, if you don't wish me to alter your play—
Ireland has always been divided, and I've preached unity. Now I'm going to practise it. I give you the play.
But what do you mean by giving us the play? Yeats said.
Do with it what you like. I'm not going to break up the Irish Literary Theatre. Do with my play what you like, and he rushed away.
I'm afraid, Yeats, his feelings are very much hurt.
And my heart went out to the poor man sitting alone in his tower, brooding over his failure. I expected Yeats to say something sympathetic, but all he said was: We couldn't produce such a play as that. It was perhaps the wisest thing he could say under the circumstances. For what use is there in sentimentalising over the lamb whose throat is going to be cut in the slaughter-house?
The sooner the alterations are made the better.
And I asked Yeats to come over tomorrow.
You see, you'll have to help me with this adaptation, for I know nothing of Ireland.
It is a pleasure to be with him, especially when one meets him for the purpose of literary discussion; he is a real man of letters, with an intelligence as keen as a knife, and a knife was required to cut the knots into which Edward had tied his play, for very few could be loosened. The only fault I found with Yeats in this collaboration was the weariness into which he sank suddenly, saying that after a couple of hours he felt a little faint, and would require half an hour's rest.
We returned to the play after lunch, and continued until nearly seven o'clock, too long a day for Yeats, who was not so strong then as he is now, and Lady Gregory wrote to me, saying that I must be careful not to overwork him, and that it would be well not to let him go more than two hours without food—a glass of milk, or, better still, a cup of beef-tea in the afternoon, and half an hour after lunch he was to have a glass of sherry and a biscuit. These refreshments were brought up by Gantley, Edward's octogenarian butler, and every time I heard his foot upon the stairs I offered up a little prayer that Edward was away in his tower, for, of course, I realised that the tray would bring home to him in a very real and cruel way the fact that his play was being changed and rewritten under his very roof, and that he was providing sherry and biscuits in order to enable Yeats to strike out, or, worse still, to rewrite his favourite passages. It was very pathetic; and while pitying and admiring Edward for his altruism, I could not help thinking of two children threading a bluebottle. True that the bluebottle's plight is worse than Edward's, for the insect does not know why it is being experimented upon, but Edward knew he was sacrificing himself for his country, and the idea of sacrifice begets a great exaltation of mind, is in fact, a sort of anaesthetic; and sustained by this belief we, Yeats and I, worked on through the day, Yeats tarrying as late as seven o'clock in order to finish a scene, Edward asking him to stay to dinner, a kindness that proved our undoing, for we lacked tact, discussing before Edward the alterations we were going to make. He sat immersed in deep gloom, saying he did not like our adaptation of the first act, and when we told him the alterations we were going to make in the second, he said:
But you surely aren't going to alter that? Why do you do this? Good heavens! I wouldn't advise you—
Yeats looked at him sternly, as a schoolmaster looks at a small boy, and next morning Edward told me that he was going to Dublin, adding that I had better come with him. On my mentioning that I expected Yeats that afternoon, he said that he would write, telling him of his decision, and a note came from Lady Gregory in the course of the afternoon, saying that she was leaving Coole. Would it be convenient to Edward to allow Yeats to stay at Tillyra for a few days by himself? He would like to continue the composition of The Shadowy Waters in Galway.
Lady Gregory's request seemed to me an extraordinary one to make in the present circumstances, and it seemed still more extraordinary that Edward should have granted it, and without a moment's hesitation, as if Yeats's literary arrogance had already dropped out of his memory. Such self-effacement as this was clearly a matter for psychological inquiry, and I turned Edward over in my mind many times before I discovered that his self-effacement should be attributed to patriotism rather than to natural amiability. He believed Yeats to be Ireland's poet, and to refuse to shelter him might rob Ireland of a masterpiece, a responsibility which he did not care to face.
Extraordinary! I said to myself, and as in a vision I saw Ireland as a god demanding human sacrifices, and everybody, or nearly everybody, crying: Take me, Ireland, take me; I am unworthy, but accept me as a burnt-offering. Ever since I have been in the country I have heard people speaking of working for Ireland. But how can one work for Ireland without working for oneself? What do they mean? They do not know themselves, but go on vainly sacrificing all personal achievement, humiliating themselves before Ireland as if the country were a god. A race inveterately religious I suppose it must be! And these sacrifices continue generation after generation. Something in the land itself inspires them. And I began to tremble lest the terrible Cathleen ni Houlihan might overtake me. She had come out of that arid plain, out of the mist, to tempt me, to soothe me into forgetfulness that it is the plain duty of every Irishman to disassociate himself from all memories of Ireland—Ireland being a fatal disease, fatal to Englishmen and doubly fatal to Irishmen. Ireland is in my family. My grand-uncle lay in prison condemned to death for treason; my father wasted his life in the desert of national politics. It is said that the custom of every fell disease is to skip a generation, and up to the present it had seemed that I conformed to the rule. But did I? If I did not, some great calamity awaited me, and I remembered that the middle-aged may not change their point of view. To do so is decadence.

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In addition to their commitment to quality and authenticity, Tikka Masala also offers in-house catering and event services, making it the perfect venue for a special occasion or event. The restaurant's attentive staff and personalized service make planning an event stress-free and enjoyable.

Conclusion

In conclusion, Tikka Masala Indian Restaurant is the best Indian restaurant in Bethesda for anyone looking to experience authentic Indian cuisine. From their carefully prepared dishes to their inviting atmosphere and attentive staff, Tikka Masala is the perfect place to enjoy a delicious meal with friends and family. If you are in the Bethesda area and looking for an exceptional dining experience, be sure to visit Tikka Masala and indulge in the flavors of India.

I have been living in the Netherlands for a few years. Previously I have lived in East Asia and the United States. I have some observations on the food culture in the Netherlands -

• Other than the doner shops and the snackbars, there is very weak representation of ethnic cultures in the "cheap food" scene. By cheap food, I mean places where you normally go for takeout, spending 8-12 euros for a single item that comes in sufficient quantity for one person - similar to a Kapsalon, or a Pita with Souvlaki. I don't see smaller, ethnic (East Asian, African, Indian etc.), hole-in-the-wall places, like you do in American cities like LA, SF, DC, Chicago. Why aren't more people, especially immigrants, encouraged to start their own business that serves affordable and tasty food that is mostly for takeout?
• What this means is, you need to shell out 20-30 euros for a nice meal at a sit-down restaurant, if you want to taste exotic cuisines. The system seems to be rigged to maintain the status-quo. The larger restaurants don't seem to want competition from food-trucks etc.
• In general, restaurants seem to be clustered around city centers. Places that are 4-5 km away from the center, are totally residential and have very few food options. This seems like an untapped market. Surely people living in these areas are yearning for good, local options?
• Overall, the food scene seems to be very one-dimensional. By that, I don't mean Dutch cuisine, but instead the availability and affordability of a range of cuisines, to the common person. This is surprising to me, because the NL seems like an entrepreneurial country in other aspects.

What are your thoughts?

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A and W Menu features a variety of classic fast-food items, including burgers, hot dogs, and fries. However, what sets A&W apart from other fast food chains is its signature root beer, a staple of its menu since its founding.

A & W Menu uses high-quality ingredients, such as 100% pure beef, hand-breaded chicken tenders, and real Wisconsin cheese.A&W Menu Canada also offers a variety of sides and desserts, including onion rings, cheese curds, and hand-spun shakes.A&W restaurant also has A&W Breakfast Menu,

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I’ve had a rough life. Grew up in a homogenously Caucasian suburb as a first generation arab around 9/11. Things just got dark and very difficult from there. I faced exclusion, bullying, racism in the classroom and beyond, sexual assault, severe psychological and mildly sexual abuse at home, spent my 20s in a cycle of self depricating relationships with people who were just aweful to me and not working on myself out of love. I was lost and in so much pain. I went to a top tier music conservatory in the states but upon receiving my diploma, dropped the music career path to escape toxicity that was honestly just as damaging.
Before I tried to fit in. Deny and be ashamed of my ethnic heritage and looks. Please my parents. Whip myself like a horse trying to catch up in the classical music world because those opportunities were stifled by abusive and controlling parents who didn’t want me to do what I loved. I let people walk all over me and believed I was a worthless piece of ugly brown trash with nothing to offer.
It gets tough sometimes encountering that darkness within. But the town and life I now live in has a culture of friendliness. I love this place. I love my path that’s forming out if so much pain before. I’m learning to love myself and show up with love in every aspect of my life. In recognizing all this, the darkest parts of myself are so much clearer. I can have a better relations with those parts for the first time. It gets very hard sometimes. I’ll self harm in my darkest moments. But over all, I feel like I’m actually learning myself instead of before.
I am single. I live with my mom because I’m starting again. I go to the gym 4 times a week, read and study things I like, go out and see nature/music performances/beautiful small towns. I see a great therapist and another careelife coach, work at a really beautiful, small family owned wine cellar and high end restaurant where they treat you like a human and invest in sommelier training everyone. EVERYONE. It’s awesome. I’m making friends with so many beautiful people and I get to make people smile serving them amazing desserts and food. I’m getting to know myself. I’m so sorry for what happened before but I wouldn’t be this strong and wise if it wasn’t for the darkness.
The horrible beliefs I had about myself couldn’t be further from the truth. People now tell me how beautiful I am because they think I look incredible and uniquely beautiful in a sea of cookie cutter people. I love the way I dress. How much I inspire people to love and advocate for themselves because I exercise that strength every day. How smart and capable I am. I am capable of learning and changing. I’m so grateful for that. I’m learning a new and more sustainable happiness.
Relationships can wait. I don’t feel old and undesirable. Genuinely, this is the most beautiful I’ve felt in a long time and that beauty encompasses something far greater than being lighter skinned, skinnier, young, rich, blonde, white, put together, whatever things I told myself were the reasons nobody loved me or why I didn’t deserve to love myself.

I’m closing in on finishing the first draft of my first book where I have three character arcs, a couple of twists and a climactic ending and it looks like the word count will be just short of 50K. I feel like I have everything I need to make the story work but can’t seem to get the word count any higher and think it might be how I’m writing. An average scene (not chapter) is coming in at about 2000 words with some much less and wanted some advice on how to make scenes longer or what I could do to up the word count (more internal dialogue for example).
Below is a scene that comes in at 788 where we meet one of the main characters for the first time (Nisha) as she overhears some of the antagonist's plans:
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It seemed to be about a posh lady having to pretend to be an even posher lady to fit in at a boat race but it was hard to make out over the noise of the kitchen. Somebody yelled at Nisha and she turned away from the TV.
'I can give this to someone else if you want, clearly you don’t need the tips,’ Chef said as he loomed over her in his whites. Speckled with food from a thousand dinners his jacket looked like an edible Jackson Pollock. Nisha was never sure if she should report the jacket to the council or frame it.
She looked at the ceiling. ‘No.'
'Pardon?'
'No Chef.’ Louder this time but still looking up.
'Good, take these.'
She held her breath as she pushed against the swing door that separated Chef’s fiefdom from the rest of the restaurant. She had done it hundreds of times but always expected someone to come the other way. She fixed her smile in the mirror before entering the private dining room. The room was filled with paraphernalia designed to soothe customers with a history that didn’t exist. Smiling sepoys, moustachioed white saviours delivering civilisation from the back of elephants, photos of English ladies in crisp linen teaching the gospel to willing ears.
The only table in the room could seat twenty but tonight only two seats were filled. A woman, facing the kitchen and wearing a bright red suit, and a man sat opposite, his clothes expensive but faded. A few years ago Nisha would have described him as old but now she would say early middle age. She was becoming all too aware that twenty-nine is a lot closer to forty than twenty-one.
'And then what happened?'
'I went down as far as his knuckle and he passed out from the pain.’ The woman's voice was slate, the result of a thousand years of breeding, it was designed to strike fear and respect into the population. The man laughed the laugh of someone who knew the other was buying dinner.
Crisp poppadoms were placed between them and Nisha poured them each a glass of pinot noir. She chanced a smile at the man who didn’t so much as look through her as fail to comprehend her existence. So much for the tips.
'Even if the food isn’t great at least you don’t have to worry about being overheard in a place like this.'
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A bag of potatoes was dropped in her arms and Chef turned without waiting for a reply.
'Yes Chef.’
She thought of Chef as she peeled. The posh lady pretending to be a posher lady seemed to be involved in the race now, but Nisha had missed why.
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The woman in red ran her finger around the rim of her glass as the man spoke.
'It if does what you say it does…’
Nisha approached with two plates of chicken tikka. The woman flicked her wrist and the man continued. 'Then it will just be a case of finding what triggers it in the body, stomach enzymes for example, and distilling it.'
Nisha topped up their glasses with more wine.
‘I’m glad you’re confident. We have a lot of tissue but I would hate to waste any.’
Nisha spooned steaming rice onto their plates and turned to leave. A hand grabbed her wrist, the woman leaned in and stared. 'Leave the rice.’ Nisha feigned confusion, gave a deep nod and placed the rice on the table with a smile.
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She had fallen off the boat. Someone, maybe a friend, was trying to help her get back on board by lowering an oar. Nisha lent against the door frame leading to the alley and felt the warm night air on her back.
'Nisha! I swear to God do some work,'
'Yes Chef.'
She lost her grip and fell back in. Nisha smiled.
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Plates hot from the heat lamp burned her hands as she passed into the dining room for the final time. She placed their creme brûlées in front of them and rubbed the heat from her hand onto her skirt while she poured the last of the wine.
'What will you do once you have all that power?' Nisha waited until they had ignored her the correct amount of time to show there was nothing else they needed before backing away.
'I think the issue with it at the moment is it’s spreading everything equally, like most things it needs some discipline, some direction. If we could focus it to benefit a few people, or a person it would be much better.'
'Then everyone would benefit by extension. Rising tides and all that,’ the man said as Nisha stood by the kitchen doors and listened.

Not seeking advice.
The urge is as strong as weeks ago, even tried going out and meeting family at a local restaurant. I could barely eat (appetite has been so bad for months i need to smoke something to eat, also it’s my choice and I’ve had multiple lectures, but nothing else works to get me hungry and it takes the edge off the thoughts).
Started to feel a tiny bit better for a bit but it’s kicking me again, the urge to end it, I feel like I’m starting to move past the despair event horizon. Knowing I can’t get the entire help I need, I’m too poor and the NHS said services I’m using are enough and they can’t offer help despite the hope I got from the nurse assessing me, sadly none of that help is available to me. I’m in mental illness limbo. I am trying something but this is almost a lifetime worth of stuff to unpack.
Sorry, suicide text services (also reddit only shares american stuff when you click that resource link when you’re worried about a redditor, none of those services are able to help at the stage I’m at. I need professional help. I need assessment and psychiatrist. I can’t afford any of that. I’m watching the NHS die to the point we’ve considered insurance but I’m unemployed and it’s hard to work as it is. So I’m also a burden on the system. I wanted a life and I never wanted to be a burden on anyone.