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Hello,
Let me preface this by saying I tried using the search function and I couldn't find the exact answer to my question.
I live in Central TX and the garage can sometimes get as hot as 110-120F and it can sometimes get extremely chilly as well (high 30s). It is not temperature controlled and I run a dehumidifier whenever the humidity gets past the 45% threshold.

1. Would I be able to play on a table such as the Joola Inside 19 in such a garage through the summer? Or would I need to get a table rated for outdoor use?
   
2. Would I be able to play on just the concrete flooring with shoes or should I install horsestall mats? Epoxy finish is kinda out of the question at this point unfortunately :(
   
3. For folks who park the car in the garage as well, do you just install a large net on either end to prevent the balls from ending up under the car? I envision that being a problem.
   

TIA for the help! I'm hoping this helps other folks who're stuck in a similar situation!

Title. The game has been unplayable since the DDoS attacks and every OCE server hasn't been fixed; switching to the nearest data centre (Oregon) nets me 250+ ping which leaves me at a significant disadvantage.
Rodeoing is nigh impossible, as your character will just teleport back to the ground. Meleeing is incredibly hard since the delay will almost guarantee the hit won't register. Any projectile weapons, aside from AoE ones, are unusable. Getting killed from around corners is extremely common; inputs straight up not register is, too.
I can't even play the original Titanfall, where the servers are fine and there's actually people on OCE servers. I'm done.

Check out u/se05239 for his amazing fanart of Tarho!
Anyway, I hope you haven’t gotten too depressed.
Expect some intensity coming up.
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Memory Transcription Subject: Tarho, venlil civilian and former predator disease facility patient
Date[standardized human time]: November 7, 2136
Blank.
That’s the only thing describing my afterlife so far.
Bleak emptiness, without any meaning.
That is, until I opened my eyes to bright lights over my head.
At first, I was confused. Did I survive the fall? Did the drugs finally-
Wait.
I called them drugs, not medicine.
Did… did I finally regain control?
I bolted myself into an upright position. I was in a hospital room. Things still felt a little disproportional, probably because there was still a small amount of drugs in my system, but aside from that, it was just… a hospital room.
I felt myself over. My fleece felt… clean. I could no longer feel the sticky texture of mold and mildew coating me. I moved to my mouth. It seemed that all of my remaining teeth had been pulled, probably because they were too rotten to save. Thankfully, my gums didn’t seem to ache anymore.
I…
I’VE DONE IT! I FINALLY HAVE CONTROL OVER MY LIFE!
Morning time, time for medicine.
…
Oh no.
“You’re shtill here.” I said out loud. I took notice of the lisp caused by my missing teeth.
Of course I am, I live here.
“You… you aren’t alive. You’re jusht a trace mixchure of drugs shtill in my body.” I said out loud, hoping that volume would make it easier for me to banish the false identity.
So long as I am in your mind, I’m real, because reality is subjective.
I stared into space. What kind of philosophical bullshit was that supposed to be?
The kind that a healthy mind can come up with.
I became quite angry. I grabbed the nearest reflective surface, which turned out to be a glass of water. I drank the fresh water, savoring the taste, before starring at the barely visible face in the clear reflection of the glass.
The reflection’s eyes were clouded, and the fleece and mouth were still infected by mold and disease. It was most definitely him.
“Listhen here you little shit. Thish ish MY body, controlled by MY brain. YOU are jusht a stowaway in my life, keeping yourshelf alive with the ushe of dangerous chemicals. I shwear that when my syshtem is finally fully flushed of those drugs, both you and that shentient fight or flight response are going to FUCKING DIE! YOU HEAR ME! YOU ARE GOING TO CEASE TO EXIST-“
“Sir?” I heard a feminine voice speak.
I screamed like a little girl and nearly leapt full out of my bed at the interruption.
Predator?
SHUT UP, YOU SURVIVALIST PSYCHOPATH!
“Yesh?” I asked simply, as though there was absolutely nothing wrong with anything that I had probably just done right in front of the nurse.
“Are you alright?” She asked.
“No.” I answered with 100% honesty. “No I am not alright.”
“I assume that it’s related to the drugs?” She asked.
“They aren’t drugs. They are medicine.*
“They are not medichine you fucking retard.” I spoke, almost on reflex, straight at a wall.
“… medicine?” She asked.
“Those drugsh were preshcribed by ‘doctors’ from the ‘predator disease’ fachility.” I made sure to stress my words to focus of how ridiculously cruel my situation was.
The nurses confusion increased as it mixed with shock.
I looked down at the floor in pain of my memories. I was finally able to tell my story, but I needed to keep myself from sobbing as well.
“It was only a couple of yearsh ago when I was dragged away. I didn’t do anything wrong. I was jusht having a bad day. The outbursht I had out on the shtreet was jusht me letting out my anger. Nobody even got hurt. Of course, the exterminatorsh immediately mishtook my anger for a shign of predatory behavior, and dragged me to the fachility. They put me in the chair. I hated that fucking chair. I begged for a way out, and they offered a way out. ‘Tesht out this batch of medichine’ they shaid. ‘If you shurvive, you can leave with shome preshcription’ they explained. I took the drugs, and I jusht happened to not die, and the effects that the drugs had were what they conshidered acceptable. Now, they require that I take the preshcribed doshes every day. As I took the medicine, I began to hear voices. As the voices got louder and louder I realized something.” I explained, my voice growing more cracked as I spoke.
I felt my stress cloud my mind. I could feel my sentient fight or flight response wanting to lash out. To add to the description. I honestly didn’t have the will to stop it.
”I hate them. I fucking hate them. They just like the predatorsh. They inflict shuffering for their own pershonal gain. They desherve to die horrible deaths.” I turned my head at the ‘nurse’. “You desherve to die ash well. All of you shtood by and watched as my body washted away! How could you do that?! You’re shupposed to be empathetic you shick fucks! WHY THE FUCK DOESHN’T ANYONE SHARE THAT WITH ME!?!”
I continued to stare at the nurse as she started back with…
…sympathetic horror in her eyes.
I regained control over myself as I broke into sobs. “I jusht want to go back. Back to the way thingsh once were. Ish that sho much?” I said, trying not to choke between sobs.
I felt a pair of comforting arms wrap around me. With some hesitation, I returned the embrace.
“Sir… I’m sorry to inform you…” What? Sorry to inform me what?
Am I going to die?
I hope you die, in all honesty.
“We took scans of your brain. We compared them to scans from the last time you were screened. I’m sorry to inform you that… the continuous use of so much drugs has permanently altered your brain chemistry. In other words… you now have a mental illness.” The nurse explained.
Yay! I’m not dying!
My blood ran cold. I was too shocked by the revelation to have any meaningful reaction. That means that I now have to deal with these horrible voices forever.
Heh.
The irony isn’t lost on me.
The facility meant to cure predator disease actually afflicted me with it instead.
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I'm 35(F) and started speaking to a guy (27M) I met on bumble on February 12th. I am really into him so far.
I'll admit that at the beginning I was in California visiting my sister and was super busy so ended up taking an entire week to respond to his second message. I almost didn't even bother messaging back figuring I had already screwed things up but ended up deciding to message. I apologized and explained the situation. He responded saying it wasn't an issue, thanked me for letting him know, and stated something like "life happens." I have made sure to respond promptly ever since then, however now he's the one who takes for ever to respond! He has also taken up to a week to respond but on average he takes 1-3 days to respond. I am honestly just not used to this dynamic at all. Our messages however are long and involved and paragraphs long so I told myself it was understandable that he doesn't respond instantly since it takes time. I also believe he is super busy. I know he works full time, coaches a cross country team, dances tango 1-2x a week, and does the whole adulting thing (grocery shopping, laundry etc.) He might even have more things going on such as juggling his own friends etc.
Eventually since the messages were getting long he asked if I wanted to try video chatting. I agreed and we set up a video chat this past Friday. I enjoyed myself and believe it went well! His sister ended up getting home earlier than he anticipated and he had to cut it short. He instantly messaged me apologizing and I said not to worry about it, that I was surprised we videochatted for an hour 20 minutes, that it didn't feel that long meaning I must have had a good time. He responded that he agreed and it was good to talk. I then told him we should do it again sometime and he agreed again. I let the conversation be at that point. The next day (Saturday) I sent him a quick message relating to the videochat (pizza I was suggesting that was dairy free since I found out he is lactose intolerant) Three hours later he thanked me but that was it. I then was like ok its definitely his turn to initiate. He finally messages me Monday afternoon and told me happy monday! and that he hopes the beginning of my week goes well. I reply telling him happy monday, asking him about his trip (he was visiting his sister), and send him another picture relevant to our videochat. It has been over a day and no response. I can understand that he would take a while to message at first since we were writing really long messages and he barely knew me. I was hoping it would change now that we have virtually chatted and are now sending super short messages, but it hasn't.
After having written all of this I feel like maybe I'm being a little ridiculous. Do I just need to be more patient? Do you think he is just slow moving? Do you think things will improve as things (hopefully progress)? Is this actually a normal pace for the beginning of dating and I just happen to have taken things faster in the past with other guys? Do you think this is a sign that he's just not that into me? I'm pretty sure I also have an anxious attachment style but don't know what to do about it. I'm so impatient and every time I'm waiting for a response I get anxious and fear I'm getting ghosted etc.

I finally realized a big part of the reason i can’t ever pack ahead of time for trips (besides procrastinating and needing the urgency, and my history of successfully making it onto the flight even when leaving packing to the last minute) is because of the lack of object permanence with adhd!! Recently I’ve tried to pack ahead of time (1-2 days before… lol) and I realized I don’t like it because I can’t rely on my memory to know that I packed something. I have to be able to see it right before I leave. Is this a thing for anyone else?
A tip a coworker (who’s NT) shared with me that I’m using right now is to put everything I want to pack in a laundry basket first, before packing it in the suitcase. I’m trying it right now and it’s perfect! I was able to start 2 days early and this way I won’t be as worried about packing last minute and forgetting things. I’ll try to have my suitcase packed on the day before the flight but I think it’ll be substantially easier when I’m just packing from the laundry basket. That way, right when I see something or think of something I need to pack, I can throw it in the basket instead of having to nicely pack it and then not being able to see it buried in the suitcase and being worried I forgot it.
Anyway, realizing that I do not need to operate the way NTs do has made my life a lot easier. I’m able to pack a day in advance for the most part now that I don’t have the pressure to be getting it done early. for some reason just accepting that my brain does NOT function the way NTs do and that all that advice is for NTs and not NDs.. it’s making it easier.
Just wanted to share in case this helps anyone else out there! Also, please feel free to share your own realizations or suggestions / frustrations with packing :) (also I actually fully have missed a flight because I cut it too close to get to the airport and the reason was because I had procrastinated packing too much lol)
EDIT: instead of object permanence I meant a functional working memory!

I was diagnosed in 2006 and had been with my husband since 2001. He died suddenly in 2021.
He did a lot for me in order for me to do less in the house and it helped my fibromyalgia. I could rest and focus on the things I could do easily. I would cook, he would do the dishes. Bring the trash downstairs. He did so much.
Now that I'm alone, my life is absolutely hell with fibromyalgia. My flare-ups are so much worse.
I have to do all the cooking, washing, dishes, errands, trash, laundry, etc etc etc like live life like a normal person.
It takes a whole week to do what a normal person would do in a day. And I'm still in pain.
It's hell on earth.
I have zero fun because my spoons are spent just surviving. I have zero spoons left to study.
Like Monday I went grocery shopping. Was too tired to cook. Did that today. Tomorrow it's the dishes. 3 days to do what a normal person would do in a day.
I'm so frustrated. And in pain all the time.
I really don't know how I'll survive fibromyalgia alone.

Yesterday evening I lost my 3month old kitten, Totoro.
He had been sick the last two weeks, something to do with a swollen liver that's disrupting his digestion. He was bony and frail and slept a lot. But we had hope and I tried to nurse him back to health, so that he'd gain weight and energy again. And he can grow up as big as our other cats.
But he left yesterday. And we buried him in front of our house. I cried immediately after he died and cried again before going to bed. We only had Toto for two months really but it feels like I lost a lifelong friend.
And today, I cleaned up the house. Kept away all his stuff and threw away the litter. Vacuumed and mopped the room he slept in. Air out that familiar smell I associated with him.
But it hurts. And when I was doing yoga, it hurt even more. Because every day, even when he was recovering, he'd joined me on the mat and slept at my feet.
But now he won't anymore because he's gone to sleep forever.
I've lost three cats the past four years, and they really don't get any easier. If anything, every lost hurts even more...

Ive been outta work for a while, and got made fun of by a girl as she said no girl wants a jobless guy. And that girls have their own jobs now so why should they talk to me?
Which is kind of odd ( as myself having an MS finance, for whatever weight that may carry), because the accounting and math of employment in the US...is far from reflective of efforts, merit, and most of all; is FAR more likely than not, to compensate with wages that are far, far, far below the idea of 'success', or even offer financial independence, let alone appreciable personal savings and goals. Even without that thought, I wouldn't see myself as anything to brag about if I didn't give someone a chance based on their legal employment basis or earnings. And if I did, Id only be fooling myself, because I'd be caught in so many fallacies.
Real world Example: At $12/hour, working full time, as a single person with no dependents, opting for pre-tax deductions of insurances, and then using the adjusted value accordingly to continue on with Federal/State/Local (in my case I dont even have local taxes).
One would net $687/Bi-weekly. That is $1,374/Month. You'd have a hard time finding a place to rent alone, for less than $1000. And that doesnt include utilities.
Okay, so you've managed to somehow pay the deposit , the activation costs of utilities, and I wont even include the costs of moving/furnishing/homecookware etc. You've popped the $1,000, and now have that $374 to spend on showing the world that you ARE succesful and independent! You work full time and work hard! Aha, wait. Even low-balling national median prices for a fraction of your other costs, will exceed this $374 quickly. Cell? $50. Domestic Supplies?( Laundry detergent, hygience/cleaning items) $50. Internet? $50/month...(these are comically low-ball prices btw) Electricity?$80 Food? Ah, well you only have $144 left...From a survival perspective, possible, but you wont feel very good or feel much like yourself. But, what about your car? its insurance? Easily $150-$400/Month. You're already tapped out, exhausted, surviving off rice and beans. But what about your water bill? What about $ to have even a dollar put into a savings account? What about student loans, credit cards, those teeth, your medical co-pays, your Rx costs? Hell, you don't even have $10 if you get a flat tire. You don't even have a few hundred for that rotten tooth in your mouth, to get a root canal and crown.
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Ok, $12/hour Fulltime scenario is nothing short of a total delusion of financial independence. But, that just means I'm not good enough or smart enough to earn enough! *POOF* WOW! suddenly I am! I make $20/hour. Relative to the rest of the country's wages, this is a rarer wage, and higher than most people's wages in the US.
$20/Hour @ 40-Houweek
$3,200/MONTHLY GROSS WAGES
$38,400/ANNUAL GROSS WAGES
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Pre-Tax deductions of Health($90/BiWeekly)/Dental($7.5/BiWeekly)/Vision($2.5/BiWeekly)
MONTHLY TOTAL INSURANCES DEDUCTIONS: $200
ANNUAL TOTAL INSURANCES DEDUCTIONS: $2,400
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MONTHLY TAXABLE WAGES: $3,000
ANNUAL TAXABLE WAGES: $36,000
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STATE TAXES: $1,190
FICA: $2,754
FEDERAL: $4,114.38
TOTAL TAXES DUE: $8,058.38
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TOTAL WAGES NET ANNUAL: $27,941.62
TOTAL WAGES NET MONTHLY: $2,328.47
TOTAL WAGES NET BI-WEEKLY: $1,164.23
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A whopping $2,328.47 for the young stud who earns MORE THAN OVER 2/3 of the nation in wages. Ladies and gentleman give this special little boy a balloon!!
While median rent is reported to be $1,770/Month...Lets have some faith in this earner. But REMEMBER! He is earning a higher wage, its rare for areas with very low rents to commonly feature such jobs. So, lets see to it he still gets a 'good deal' at renting a musty apartment for $1,300/Month. Well, like before, bills come-a-knocking. Utilities of electricity, internet, water rack up to a modest $200. Hes got some basic prepaid service plan for $50, nothing fancy, hes a savy guy. Hes gonna need more than rice and beans to keep up that life of high pay, but still manages to get groceries down to $100/Week. $400/Month. Now, mind you that includes sales tax, so its less than what may come to mind! This guy is not getting a room that cheap in an area where he wouldn't also need a car, lets use some reason here. But hes savy as they come baby. He blew his savings for that $8,000 2003 Corolla. Insurance is pecking at him for $120/month, could be worse. Now, we've reached a point where he now has less than $300 across the month to fulfill: Medical Co-Pays, Auto Maintenance, Gasoline, Any form of eating out/entertainment, All clothing, Furniture, A phone, A computer, Student loans, credit cards, emergency health services, haircuts, and everything else that life demands of us even without a kid.
It would be nothing short of remarkable for this individual who is financially independent to save $10/month. Working 40 hours/week is exhausting too, doesnt leave much time for taking care of things yourself, which can be costly too.
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So, $20/hour, at relatively low costs of living, isn't anything sustainable long term. Sure are alot of people on Reddit who claim "I make this and Im independent and Im fine!" Im sure their story of pulling up their bootstraps by themselves and maintaining any dignity of life are more so part of a narrative they hold; rather than real-world finance.
Call it all bullshit if you want. I go by the numbers. Job or no job, you're not in a fairy tale. You're in a loose labor market, where fiduciary duty to shareholders/company agents are law. Not owed to you, but to the investors/company agents. I haven't even touched on the fucked up realm of costs and income when having a kid is involved, a health condition, care taking, or any other situation which can wreck everything. SaaS has been offsetting jobs for a decade, AI is too, and there is not homogeneous opportunity across the US.
Its incredible to me, how unaware so many people are. They can't be bothered to comprehend that the majority of problems for people in the U.S. stem from inequity and lack of money. The mental health implications of having to accommodate the need for money to survive and stay out of prison, and the mental health implications from people who internalize these things as if it was their fault. As if they were born as the problem. As if their emotions and life were wrong and despicable. So much of posts here can be attributed to a lack of resources and the implications of it. Resources are sent to the dumpster en masse, not because they are truly unusable, but solely so that we cannot have it, without handing over enough money. Buried in the earth, just to make damn sure, those people dont get em.
So, before you even *suggest* that someone isn't trying, isn't worthy, doesn't care, because of not having a job, not having their own place, not having their own car, not getting the healthcare they need, not being able to afford participation in things, or even afford being a parent... Remember. You're more than likely, calculably wrong. And promoting the internalization of capitalism and the moral construct of poverty. You would fit right in, with the category of scum in society, what keeps it so horrible, and what holds humanity back.

Hi everyone,
I moved to Chicago about a year ago and my lease is expiring at the end of next month. I moved into my current spot in a high rise owned by a large property management company without having the lay of the land. After getting to know the city better and being offered a lease renewal with a 20% rent increase, I decided to leave and search out places in independently owned two and three-flats.
I found one I really liked a couple weeks ago and did a viewing, but the landlord lead to me to believe there'd be a lot of applicants as it is in a trendier neighborhood and has in-unit laundry. He emailed me a link to apply a couple days later and I did because i figured since i had more than sufficient income and credit i had a good shot. still though, I tempered my expectations and kept looking elsewhere. He ended up dragging his feet and didn't get back to me for several days, so i sent him an email asking for an update earlier this afternoon. he did respond but it was several hours later, saying that everything on my app "looked good" and asking me what my ideal move-in date would be (and tbh i'm still not positive this means i got the place?)
in between the time i sent that email and the time i got a response, i went to a viewing for a different spot i found on craigslist where i hit it off with the landlord. she told me the spot was as good as mine as long as everything checked out on my application (which, barring catastrophe, it will) and we spoke for a couple more hours after that. i was very agreeable to this as i was under the impression the other landlord had straight up ghosted me.
but having just got home to the other landlord's response, i'm unsure what to do. the units are comparable in price, size, etc and they are both seemingly independent landlords who rent out places to supplement their income rather than as their main source of it, so i feel somewhat bad about this situation. obviously, though, i have to choose one. when i do that - how should i inform the other?

I'll never forget the time my dog decided to play hide-and-seek with me. I searched for her everywhere, calling her name until I heard a faint scratching sound. Lo and behold, I found her stuck in a laundry basket with her tail wagging in excitement! It was such a silly moment that I couldn't help but burst out laughing. What about you? Do you have a funny or embarrassing story about your pup that you still remember? Share it with us! 🐾🤣

In order for any work of art — for example, a film, a novel, a poem, or a song — to have merit, it must be understandable to most people.
Write a response in which you discuss the extent to which you agree or disagree with the statement and explain your reasoning for the position you take. In developing and supporting your position, you should consider ways in which the statement might or might not hold true and explain how these considerations shape your position
Art is generally said to be a subjective matter — one that directly stems from the individual's past experiences in life. But, art should also have a certain meaining that the artist should be able to express to everyone from every background. After all, the artist's sole goal is to convey a message that inspired her in the first place; be it her personal experiences, an experience shared by a close one or something that's being happening right in front of everyone but is stigmatised to be not publicly talked about. I partially agree with the argument that an art that's not easily understandable and accessible by most does not have any value while also opposing the idea on the fact that art...
Art has been an important part of human lives throughout history. Starting with the ancient cave paintings, through the renaissance era and to the mordern abstract era art, it has played an important role by taking ideas from older generations to newer ones. So much so that the idea on conveying message through art has been associated with human civilisation. For example, art and messages found on clay pots pieces from archeological sites have shown that there has been an advanced form of civilisation which was unknown prior to the identification of the intricate paintings of how kings in that era helped the peasants prosper and how people traded. There has been cases where art in the form of poems and songs were the only form of proof that a certain kingdom existed. For instance, the city of Pompeii was discovered only with the help of poems written on the unrestrained ambitions and genius that could be felt in the streets by visitors from far lands. The city has been a victim of tragic eruption and been covered without any trace and would have taken long before before it be discovered if it weren't for the art that described the beauty of the city. With that being said, there is a high chance that there might be places in the world whose poems, novels, arts have been destroyed deliberately in an attempt to remove it from the history and we will never know till someone stumbles upon it accidentally.
In the pre-modern era of art, with the invention of mechanical machines, the number of art pieces started to sky rocket. From being only affordable by only the rich and the elites, with the advent of mechanical press, the amount of work that took to produce a single copy got reduced drastically and the so did the cost. This caused a flash-flood of art into people's lives. Everyone had access to art that elites commissioned for a high price and art was enjoyed by the rich, the royal and the common man alike. For instance, before the invention of Gutenberg press, each page of the Bible was manufactured manually, each letter drawn by hand and each copy sold for a fortune. Bibles were only accessible to big churches and royal families. When the mechanical press took the manual part out of the equation, manufacturing time of a single copy went from several months to mere days. Almost anyone with a fair amount of cash was able to get their hands on one. Other forms of art that had a huge manual part like poster making and advertisement flyers had only one copy to be made by hand. The invention of the mechanical press has been seen as one of the most important inventions in the history of humans that has catapulted the rate of human advancement several decades into the future, right after the invention of wheel and fire.
Art that evokes feelings in the heart of the beholder is the one that connects to people on a personal level. There is a common trope among critics that one should trust the art and not the artist. This is true to a certain extent. For example, an art piece that depicts the tragedies and struggles of a farmer during an drought many not be appealing to someone who has never worked with plants but for someone whose entire livelihood relies on growing and nurturing crops, this will evoke a serious feeling of sorrow. One that only comes with passion to the craft. But an art that only the artist can understand, that no one can many a personal connection with, cannot be admired by anyone but the creator herself.
I followed GregMat's format. I don't think I have captured all points but I need to improve fast. It took me 56 min to write this and somehow I have to reduce it to <30 min and also increase the content.
Any tips would be appreciated.

Well located, spacious 2 Bedroom 1 Bathroom (900 sqft) apartment available for a lease takeover in Adams Point Oakland from May 1st to October 31st for 2350 per month. I can't figure out how to add pictures on here, and am not allowed to link to my craigslist ad so DM me if interested and I will send over pictures.
About the apartment:
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• Secure garage parking available at extra cost
  
• Plenty of street parking
  
• Onsite laundry
  
• Elevator
  
• Fantastic neighbors/community
  
• 5 minute walk from Lake Merritt, Whole Foods, Grand Avenue
  
• 10 minute walk from Paramount Theater
  
• 15 minute walk from Bart
  

An individual or multiple people are welcome to apply. The starting date is flexible (with a preference for earlier). Please reach out for a video/in-person tour if interested. There is an option for the apartment to come furnished.

So my parents finally had a divorce in 2020. I say "finally" because I saw it coming and honestly wanted them to. They have been fighting for years and other problems made me just want them to get a divorce because the tension was horrible.
They got a divorce because my dad fucked up, but my mom was the one to move out. For years now my mom has told me that if they ever got a divorce she would take me and my brother and we would live happily alone. But because she already found a new partner while the divorce was still in motion, me and my brother did not want to go live with her because she promised it would only be the three of us. It's childish, I know, but me and my brother have been through a lot.
So me and my brother live with my dad now and it's fucking awful. Even though my dad messed everything up he pretends to be the victim. He acts like we have to pity him. He has always had an alcohol problem but ever since the divorce it got worse. He would always say "your mother did this to me". My dad stopped receiving a bonus at work because he's been slacking off and we spiraled down a financial disaster. He actually quit his job a month ago, making me even more worried about our financial situation.
My mom has always done the cooking and cleaning around the house so when she left I had to take over. I taught myself how to do the laundry and I had experience doing the dishes but never liked doing it because it's gross. My cooking was sometimes good but ive never made something disgusting. I always made sure my brother had clean clothes to wear to school and I would even spend the little money I had to buy something if we really needed it. Where I always spent my money for pleasure I now have to use it like an adult.
So, about my dad... Yeah he's acting like the victim but he also acts in charge, and I mean he felt like he was the boss of EVERYTHING. We had to ask permission for things that didn't need permission. We weren't allowed to do the dishes. He would tell us to leave the dishes because he said he would do it. And because we were scared of him, we listened. The dishes would just pile up for days and when I decide I'd had enough I would do the dishes, only to get yelled at afterwards. Other chores and activities would have the same outcome.
We weren't allowed to be sad. If we had a bad day at school and just wanted to stay in our room and be upset, he would for some reason always accuse my mom for being the reason for all sadness. If we had a disagreement about something he would always say "Why don't you go live with your mother!" "Why am I the bad guy?" It's exhausting.
My dad obviously has a smoking and drinking problem. My mom was strict about the smell of smoke in the house but after she left, my dad didn't care and would smoke indoors and his room was full of askes. A teacher even asked me one day if I was smoking because I came to school smelling like smoke. My dad could easily drink 1.5 litres of alcohol everyday. He would start drinking early in the morning untill he went to sleep so he's never sober. It made me and my brother not want to hang out with him, which made my dad mad.
My dad was emotionally abusive. He never physically hurt us, but his words has a huge impact on us. My dad is the cause of our trust issues, our paranoia, and our insecurities.
We are not allowed to make jokes. We are not allowed to have friends over. We are not allowed to go out with friends. We are not allowed to take part in school activities. We are not allowed to be children. We are not allowed to talk seriously with him. We are not allowed to have problems.
I hate my dad, and I'm sure he hates us as well.
I just finished highschool, so you might think I can finally start my own life, but no, I'm not allowed to leave. I'm not allowed to go to uni. I'm not allowed to get a driver's license.
I'm stuck here

Three men stand at Heaven's door. Unfortunately for them, Heaven was somewhat full so Saint Peter would only let those who died a tragic death to enter.
The first man, understanding the situation approaches.
"I came home to my apartment and found my wife was naked in bed and another man's set of clothes next to her." He began. "Then I heard a shout and saw the naked bastard hanging on from our balcony so in my rage, I picked up the closest thing, a laundry hamper and threw it at him. Unfortunately it was pretty heavy so I broke my back and died."
Saint Peter agrees that this was a most unfortunate death and allows him to pass. Then he nods towards the second man.
"Well, I live on the top floor of my apartment and I just finished having a shower." He began. "I figure, it's a nice warm day so I might as well go out on the balcony to get some sun but I was still wet from the shower so I slipped and fell. Luckily I managed to grab hold of the balcony below me but before I knew it, some crazy guy appeared out of nowhere and threw a laundry hamper at me!"
Saint Peter nods in understanding and lets the man pass. The last man approaches with a sheepish grin.
"So there I was, naked and hiding in the laundry hamper..."
Bonus: You can substitute the laundry hamper with a mini fridge.

28 m, laundry list of mental illness. bipolar, manic depression, severe anxiety, autistic, schizophrenic, and anorexic.
i try every day to not binge. i get some days where i dont do it and can eat normalish. Usually will last me 2 or 3 days if im lucky then i will proceed to eat 3k+ calories in an hour and sob frantically/self harm after. I have 0 impulse control. I feel miserable before, during, and after. All i want is to not eat, i just want to completely ignore food. I used to fast for 1week-10 days at a time and i miss it so much. I hate food, but i love it more than anything. Its my best friend, and my worst enemy. Not really posting this asking for help. Just wanted a place to vent, thanks for listening.

hi, i’ve been going through it and i’ve been having an increasingly overwhelming urge to headbang. This was my main form of sh growing up, I haven’t done it in years, and I’m not sure how exactly I was able to stop (parents said i grew out of it but here we are again so🤷🏻‍♀️). Usually I’m able to have my partner physically hold me back from throwing my head through the nearest wall, but right now I’m in a position where I’m going to be home alone for an hour or so. i’ve heard of ice cubes on wrists to mimic the sensation of c/tting, is there some equivalent to help with feeling like you’re head banging without causing physical or property damage? any kind of coping skills help too, thank you so much this shit is so embarrassing to feel like im regressing as much as I am after spending so much time passing as a somewhat neurotypical person that doesn’t struggle with these issues, but it helps knowing other people are in similar situations.