2021.09.22 07:22 SkeletonJack21 How can I motivate myself to be responsible?
All I ever do is stay home, read books, and lay around. I'm not disciplined whatsoever, and I enjoy being hedonistic. But I'm always so lonely and depressed, and I make bad choices. I desperately want to make friends and stop bouncing from couch to couch, but I beat myself up about not doing things I don't want to do. I literally don't even take enough time from entertaining myself with media to meditate. I keep my brain turned off. How can I learn to take care of myself and do things that will make me a better person, and meet people that will love me and want to be my friend?
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2021.09.22 07:22 Dresaurous 2021 Blanket
2021.09.22 07:22 neat_earthling Hey, May I know how to create an agreement or a contract for my investors ? From where can I find the correct format ?
I have everything else ready to go. However I'm struggling with the investors part. I have an investor who is willing to offer their vehicle and the home studio for the home office set up. I need to find a way to write it nicely and accurately.
Again about the finances my current computers and other electronic devices are used for the start up. So do I have to consider them as my assets.
I'm very new to this. I apologize if these questions are very basic.
Thank you very much.
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2021.09.22 07:22 TheSouthEnder With the Sun in Our Eyes - Chapter 1
Mateo - All Night
It was a sizzling hot, dry, mid-day in Madrid. The air around me buzzed with life. It was the first day of Summer. The sky was as vibrant as sapphire. I don't think I had ever seen it in that shade before. It was cloudless as the sun beamed down intensively, scorching anywhere its light reached.
I was driving a beat-up Honda accord, you know, those from the 90's that can still give you a run for your money? Sure, the paint was scratched off, it still only used cassette tapes, it had no working AC, and it was older than me. But it still ran like a champ.
Hell, at least the radio still worked and honestly, that’s all I needed. I had it blasting Icona Pop's All Night. I loved that song. It always managed to set me in a great mood. Even though I was utterly drenched in sweat, I was over the moon. I was singing along as obnoxiously loud as I could.
"Come on, baby, we can hit the lights. Make the wrongs turn right. We can smash the club, make the pop go rock. With a love this deep, we don't need no sleep. And it feels like… we could do this all night!!!" I screamed as I aggressively strummed my fingers against the steering wheel.
I had just turned 18 was moving out on my own for the first time. This was my first leap into adulthood. It was the eve of my first semester in college. I was so ecstatic, I wanted to do anything and everything, parties, drinks, you name it, and I'd do it. I had always been open about my sexuality since I turned 14. However, renting out an apartment for myself meant I could do some much-needed exploration. Moreso, I was just bursting at the opportunity of meeting someone special.
However, my bubble burst as soon as I arrived to get the keys. When I reached the apartment complex, it seemed as beat up as my car was. I made my way into the leasing office to find a musty, messy, suffocating, barely lit-up room. The landlord must have been around 136 kilograms in weight. He was middle-aged and balding pretty severely. I immediately noticed he was sweating bullets and shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
He confessed he had made a mistake. Apparently, all the one-bedroom apartments had been rented out. There was an unexpected kink in the renting system. The screw-up had affected another future tenant as well. Getting up from his chair, he signaled for the other person to come inside. He then stormed off, seemingly, to find a remedy to the situation.
And that's when I met him.
He was around 5'11 with a meaty build, weighing approximately 86 kilograms, appearing no older than my age. His hair was brown with a fade on the sides and a crop on the top. He was well dressed, considering the heat. He had brooding but beautiful emerald eyes. His face gave a foreboding expression that seemed intimidating. He seemed withdrawn, stoic even, yet I could almost discern a profound sadness emanating from him. I could tell he was American and not used to the local customs.
We awkwardly attempted small talk as we waited while the landlord scrounged something for us.
"You're American, right?" I broke the ice.
"Yeah, you speak English?"
"Broken English at times, but enough to make myself understood," I joked.
I managed to make him snicker.
I extended my hand to make the formal introduction. "Hi, I'm Mateo."
His hand was so soft. I almost didn't notice how he struggled to pronounce my name.
Sensing his exertion, I offered an alternative. "Just call me Matt!"
"Hi Matt, I'm Luke. Nice to meet you."
English wasn't my first language, and there were some pronunciations I still struggled with. His name just happened to be one of them. Sensing my distress, he chuckled. Looking upward, as if to visualize the answer, he provided his alternative.
"Call me... uhh... Lucas."
Something about that name just seemed to roll off my tongue like chocolate.
"Lucas... nice to meet you," I let the pronunciation of his name linger in the air.
"I'm new here. I'm in the student exchange program. I'm so glad you speak English because I couldn't understand a lick of what this guy was trying to tell me."
"He said that all the one-bedrooms are sold out, so he has nothing for us," I explained.
"What!?" Lucas exclaimed with an incredulous look.
I shrugged in response. Any potential of a follow-up conversation was cut short when the landlord fumbled his way back into the disordered office. With greasy papers in his hands, he approached us and made an offer.
"What is he saying?" Lucas whispered as he turned to me.
"Well, we have two options. You and I can share a two-bedroom apartment with twenty percent off rent, or we could find another place. So... what do you think?" I paused, awaiting Lucas' answer.
I knew it would be too late to find something else in time. The semester was close to starting. Honestly, part of me was hoping Lucas would say yes because he managed to pique my interest. And I wanted to get to know him more.
Without even the slightest hesitation, Lucas turned back to the landlord. "Si, Señor."
I think that was just about the only Spanish he knew. I wondered why he had decided to come to Madrid, a place where he could barely understand the spoken language. Sure, in college he'd do just fine. But we were out quite a ways from all the tourist traps designated for English speakers. Out here, he would certainly need to learn quickly.
Regardless, I was thrilled, and I also agreed to the terms. The landlord handed us the greasy lease agreement. Hurriedly, he showed us to the apartment, opened the door for us, and gave us the keys. Before we could turn around to ask any questions, he was already gone.
Lucas and I made some small talk as we toured the small dingy apartment. I could tell it was only best suited for college students. The floor was tile but was cracked all over. The kitchen could definitely make any claustrophobic run for the hills. I was glad there was a little TV in the living room, at least that could provide some entertainment.
I occasionally kept gazing in Lucas' direction. I could tell he wasn't used to living quite like this. His luggage looked new. His current outfit seemed designer brand made. He appeared accustomed to another type of life. Yet in the few minutes we spoke, he never bragged about any of his material possessions, not even once. Something about him seemed different from all of the other people I've met before.
The apartment had one master bedroom, a small secondary bedroom, and an even smaller bathroom. At least both bedrooms contained double-sized beds. The bathroom looked modest at best, and its only funny quirk was that its door didn't lock properly. Surely I'd thought Lucas would walk out and never come back, but he didn't.
"So, who gets the master?" I shrewdly asked.
He stared at the ceiling as if pondering. "How about a game of Super Smash Bros? Winner gets the master bedroom?" Lucas suggested.
For the first time, I could discern a hint of excitement in his tone. I didn't expect his proposal and became more intrigued about him. As he set up the game, I was just dying to ask.
"What made you take the apartment?"
He stared at me with a puzzled expression.
"You know... with me? I'm sure you could have gone anywhere you wanted." I clarified, anxiously awaiting his answer.
"My intuition told me you'd make a great roommate," Lucas replied with a subtle hint of a smile.
That was certainly not the answer I was expecting at all. As we continued with a few other small talks, I figured I wanted everything to be out in the open. Hence, I wanted to come clean about my sexuality.
"Lucas?" I sheepishly asked. For some reason, I suddenly felt anxious.
"Yes?" Lucas answered as he turned his head to face me with a curious expression.
I just want to be transparent with you and let you know that... I'm… gay..." Fidgeting with my own fingers, I paused, awaiting his reaction. I wasn't sure why, but I was so nervous. It was like coming out for the first time again. As I attempted a gulp, the sound seemed to reverberate in the air.
"Oh... okay..." He answered.
Something in his reply and expression seemed a bit off. I could tell he was giving more thought to the matter than he'd like to express.
Trying to ensure he was still comfortable, I pried. "You're fine with that... right?"
"What you do with your life is your business. I have no say in the matter." This time, his words seemed more clinical, cold even. There wasn't a single gram of emotion behind them.
I became immediately worried that I said something that I shouldn't have. Yet, as Lucas loaded the game, he sat right next to me, our thighs just about touching. He didn't seem repulsed at all. Good, at least he hasn't revolted, or worse, started citing Bible verses.
As the selection screen appeared, he chose Fox, and I, Samus.
"So... where do you want to do it...?" Lucas inquired.
At that moment, I was still so worried I had soured the mood that his words didn't quite seem to register.
"Where do I wan— huh!?!"
With an expression that seemed like he was trying to figure out what was wrong with me, he pointed towards the TV.
"Our... match? Where do you want to fight?"
"Oh, right! Sorry! How about the Mushroom Kingdom?" I could feel my face getting flushed.
"Retro! I like it!" His words carried more enthusiasm than ever before.
We spawned at opposite sides of each other. I quickly charged a shot and stored it up before making my way over to him.
He was a good fighter, better than I expected. Granted, I had only ever played these types of games with my little cousins. I knew I wasn't the best, but I wasn't that bad either. I could tell Lucas knew how to handle Fox. I picked up a red shell and threw it his way. I instantly regretted my decision.
He spun up his reflector, and that shell seemed to have my name engraved on it. It tossed me around like a ragdoll. Recovering, I landed on the left-hand platform in the center. Somehow, I forgot those fall as soon as you land on them. Before I could even react, Samus went straight down into the abyss. I lost one life out of three.
"What the fuck!?" I angrily shouted.
My reaction had Lucas wheezing hysterically. I didn't think I had ever made anyone wheeze that hard before. And since it was coming from someone that appeared so quiet, it was definitely so worth it. I couldn't help but laugh along. As Samus resurrected, she landed on the remaining platform, and I swiftly jumped off before it fell.
"Not this time!" I hollered.
Lucas continued laughing. My plan was to catch him off-guard and make him pay. I rapidly made my way to the other side, getting a few good hits in.
"I'm gonna smash you so hard..." Lucas stated.
Unintentionally, the words caught me by surprise. I could feel myself blushing. I had an overactive imagination and a dirty mind. The worst possible combination. Before I knew it, Fox was whacking away at Samus. I was hoping to create distance between us, so my brain decided it was the perfect time to fire off a charged slot. Spoiler alert— it wasn't.
He immediately reflected it back. Samus launched upwards on an angle blasting off into space. The second she smacked the screen, Lucas erupted in contagious laughter. I couldn't even be mad. His elevated mood seemed to boost mine as well. Losing seemed like a small price to pay if it brought out this new side of him.
By now, it was getting down to the wire. I had only one life left. This time, Lucas used Fox to take a more aggressive approach. He had me pinned on the right side of the map, continuously smashing me towards the right edge. From the corner of my eye, I saw a hammer spawn on the left-hand side of the map, on the platform adjacent to the green pipe.
I immediately launched my screw attack, which startled Lucas. As he recovered from my attack, I ran over to the platform. Lucas followed suit but was too late and landed below the platform I was on. I did it! The hammer was mine!
"Now, I'm going to smash you... so fucking hard!" I giddily exclaimed. But the expression instantly sent my mind to the gutter.
Still, I tried to concentrate as hard as I could. Fox ran to the far left. I had him in my sights now. There was nowhere he could escape. Somehow, I must not have paid enough attention because it almost seemed as if Fox pulled out a red shell from out of nowhere. I could sense Lucas smirking as he launched it my way. The hammer would protect me, right?
Yet, it was almost as if he had planned it all out far in advance. My hammer struck the shell backward. At which point, Fox activated his reflector. This started a loop of redirection between us. Each strike shoving me back towards the gaping hole in the middle of the map. Shit, was his plan all along? There was absolutely nothing I could do.
I tried to jump before the final strike, but my timing was off. The red shell rammed into me, forcing me to fall to my death. I closed my eyes and grimaced as Samus fell. I could hear Lucas wheezing for air as he roared heartedly. This was the loudest he's been since we met. I just couldn't help cackling up. In no time, I too was left desperately gasping for air. It had been so long since I had laughed that hard. I didn't realize how badly I needed it.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't stressed out. College was a new thing, sure I was enthusiastic, but I still hadn't decided what I wanted to major in. Moreover, I was worried the apartment would fall through. Or that by confessing my sexual orientation to Lucas, he would turn out to be a homophobe and put me through hell. All of those worries melted away with the echoes of our howling.
"Come on, we gotta keep playing!" Lucas spoke in the most enthusiastic tone as he tapped on my shoulder.
I paused as if I even had to think about it. "Yeah!" How could I refuse?
For the remainder of the evening, we giggled like little kids throughout all our matches. Every time I'd thought I'd get the upper hand and catch him off-guard with a charged shot or a projectile, he'd reflect it at me.
The minutes seemed to turn to hours. Lucas was like a completely different person now. I could tell he had lowered his mental guard. I couldn't help but perceive that this was the real him, the part of himself that he shielded from the world. I still couldn't help but wonder, why?
With every passing moment, we laughed harder and harder. Before we knew it, the sun had long set. It was now close to 2:00am. We lost so much track of time, we hadn't even unpacked anything else. After so many smiles, giggles and laughter, I was extremely exhausted.
"You won, so just take the master!" I commanded.
"You sure... Matt?" Lucas asked as he stared into my eyes. Fuck, those eyes were so alluring.
Something about that moment seemed so right.
"Yeah, just take it!" I replied as I dismissively waved my hand.
Still, our eyes didn't seem to want to depart. Those emerald eyes appeared to glint at mine. Shit, was Lucas waiting for something more, or was I? I coughed to break the tension and excused myself to the bathroom to get ready for the night. I'd be lying to myself if I didn't admit that I was just dying to reach in for a kiss.
"Hey... Matt?" I heard as soon as I exited the bathroom.
"Do... you think... if it's not too much trouble... that you could teach me some Spanish?" Lucas proposed as his dark green eyes peered towards me.
I was so stunned by the question that my mouth remained agape, but I forgot to answer.
"I can gladly pay you for your time." Lucas offered. "I just need to know the basics. I'm a quick learner, I promise." He added.
Making his way over to me, he extended his hand. In return, I gave him mine. I couldn't help but wonder, how is it possible to have a hand this soft? The sensation of his touch sent a jolt through my spine that made the tiny hairs all around my body stand up. I nervously giggled as I let go of his hand.
That night, even though I crashed on the bed, and my body was so tired, my mind was racing at supersonic speeds. It seemed that with Lucas, I could just hang out all night.
The original story was titled: "The Fault in Our Love". It was pretty short, so I decided to rewrite it and flesh it out more. I'm going to try to base each chapter around a specific song, to evoke a specific emotion.
At the very least, even if it doesn't help me, it might help someone else going through the same thing. So, I don't know how many chapters I'll make this, or if I will even be able to finish. But, I'll try, since I already have the outline from the original story.
I hope it becomes a cathartic release for everyone who reads it, just as it is for me to write it.
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2021.09.22 07:22 WannabeHippieGuy Can I make a cell EITHER a value I select from data validation (if greater than adjacent cell) OR equal to the adjacent cell (if less than the adjacent cell)?
So I'm working on this spreadsheet in the 'Records' sheet. It's intended to track how much weight I use at the gym for various exercises. The 'Workout' sheet is, based on the workout that day, automated to pull numbers from this 'Records' sheet to tell me what I should attempt during the workout.
The issue is that it's a lot of exercises to track. Sometimes the weight I use for 10 repetitions is the most weight I've used for 10, but also for 9, 8, and 7 repetitions. When this happens, I could go and change the number in each cell, but it's inconvenient enough that I'd prefer to automate that part.
If I choose 185 for the Back Squat for 10 reps (K2), I would like it to automatically choose 185 for (J2, I2, and H2 because the previous records for those cells were <185, but not for G2 because the record for G2 is >185.
I suppose the trouble is, if a formula were used to automate J2, for example, then next time I do that exercise and set a record for 9 reps (the J2 cell) and I select a value from data validation, that would undo the formula, preventing J2 from being updated if I ever set a record for e.g. J2, K2, and L2 simultaneously (as I would then want to select only L2 again, with J2 and K2 automatically repopulating since those cells would then be
Is there any way to do this while still keeping data validation?
Is there any way to do this for the cells that have a plural in them, e.g. 50s, 55s, 60s? I assume I'd need to convert them to 50, 55, 60, but I'm feeling greedy I suppose =)
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Currently got a start collecting coming and looking to get some small games going to learn how to play. Looking to see if I need to pick up anything else and what I’ll need to expand from there with the new battletome out and all.
Any help would be greatly appreciated.
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2021.09.22 07:22 olivreddit Another one bites the dust! He’s in a better place now. I sent him out in style tho, one big aoe smack from JKA. Enjoy quitting 👋🏽
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2021.09.22 07:22 brainy-trivia Motivational and positive quotes !!!!
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2021.09.22 07:22 SAtechnewsbot South Africans are not paying their TV licences – but a new household levy would change that: report
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2021.09.22 07:22 nathanrunck Looking for the best music production laptop with no budget.
In particular, I would like something with a low volume fan (low relatively), lots of ram, and can’t be a mac (I game).
Sorry if this is too typical of a question, but I am sort if overwhelmed by all of the options that are out there.
No replies telling me to get a desktop :)
Options coming out in the future are also good.
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2021.09.22 07:22 ChipExtra4084 Confused/broken/ need advice
First official post. May be a long story, bare with me. About a month ago, myself (33m) my wife (35f) and 5yr old son were on vacation. About the 2nd day in I walk up behind her at the pool and glance at her phone and see she is texting a friend (actually a bf from 17 yrs ago) and I looked one second longer to see she had just sent him a text saying "I want to be with you..." And that's all I saw. Didn't see the rest of the convo. I lost it and sent the guy a msg to see if we could talk about it man to man. He then let her know I did this and it turned into a huge argument where she told me she's always had feelings for this person and is just very confused about what she should do. We've been together 11 years, married for 7. Of course this ruined a week long vacation but we acted normal for our son. Fast forward to now and I'm trying to give her space i.e nothing more physical than a hug and just not talking all day while I'm at work. We are cordial and still do things together, but I can tell she wants alot of distance. Which kills me because that's all I want is to be with her. We started counseling after coming home from the vacation and have both done the things asked of us and talked alot. I finally made contact with Mr douche and let him know how I felt and he agreed to cut off communication, but I think he's just being manipulative telling me that when he does that she will likely lash out at me because of it. He's confirmed he hasn't talked to her and she said yesterday she hasn't talked to him. I don't believe him but I believe her because thankfully/hurtfully she has been brutally honest about all this. Our last session she said she is still overwhelmed and confused so I'm not sure what her true intentions are or if she even knows that. At this point, I'm walking a fine line of trying to give emotional space while not overwhelming her with my wants and feelings. It's been a gut punch for weeks. We still sleep in the same bed, but everything is just so hard and awkward. I know you can't make someone feel how you want them to, but should I be doing more or less? The worst thing is if that she decides to leave she will likely move back to AZ (We are in GA) with our 5yr old son. I don't want that of course, but ultimately itd be better for him because of her large family there and if he stayed here he would be alone all day with a babysitter while I'm at work. I feel like this is a fantasy for her because she has been unhappy since having a child and that life change, but the thought of her running back into an old lovers arms and what they would be doing is the worst. Anyone else have experience in this area? Thanks in advance
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