u/AsherahBeloved

I got an email a few days ago saying my PayPal credit card would be arriving soon, and one today saying it's shipped. I do have PayPal credit, and now it's showing "PayPal credit card" instead. I never applied for a credit card, and actually have my credit locked because of an identity theft attempt a year ago. I don't even use PayPal credit anymore. Anyone have any information about why I'd be getting this card, especiallysince my credit is locked? Is it legal to issue a card someone didn't apply for? Should I cancel it or will it improve my credit to have a new line? I know some of these are credit questions, so maybe I'll cross post, but I'm so confused. I tried talking to their online assistant, but it's just AI slop. Tried emailing the fraud department but they haven't responded. Can anyone help?

Just wondering if anyone else deals with this. I've always had a great imagination. I've also always had anxiety, even as a kid (I'm 53 now), so my imagination has functioned primarily to conjure up scary stories about things I should be afraid of but are totally of my own creation. I'm thinking about this because a couple days ago I found a half deflated heart balloon with its ribbon wrapped around my rose bush outside. I think most people would probably assume it blew into the yard and got stuck there, but my brain immediately conjured up an entire scenario where a crazed killer intentionally put it there as a "message" that I had been marked. I've been scared now for several days and can't stop this sense of impending doom about it. My rational mind is aware that I've made this all up. I'm always aware when I've made it all up. But it doesn't stop the "What if this time it's true" thing from happening at the same time.

This happens on a pretty regular basis - if I don't like how a door to door salesman acts, I'll decide he's a serial killer. If my 16 year old son doesn't reply to a text, he died and his friends didn't know what to do so they dumped him in the woods and I'm going to have to find him myself when the cops don't take it seriously. If I buy a bottle of water and didn't notice the clicking sound when I unscrewed the cap, it was definitely poisoned - should I have it tested to prove it so I can save the other victims? I play out all these scenarios and wallow in them usually for a few days till nothing happens and I'm back to baseline GA. Then something random will happen - like finding a deflated balloon - and I'm back to focusing on another scary story.

Anyone know what I mean?

I'm 53 and my 82 year old mother lives with my family. It took me until a few years ago to fully understand that she is a covert narcissist. Her main and most cherished activity is constant complaining and making things miserable. Over the past year, she's developed urinary incontinence that fluctuates between mild and severe, so she uses pads and adult diapers. I started noticing that my bathroom trash is constantly full of these things. The pads are always unwrapped and just laying in there face up. Sometimes it really smells like pee. Today I came home and there was a smear of poop on the toilet seat too. To be clear, she isn't senile or infirm or anything. Just incontinent. It occurred to me, she's doing this during the day when I'm at work. No one else is here. There's another bathroom on the same floor that is closer to her room and the living room, so she's choosing to go to my bathroom for this. She has no friends, so she isn't worried anyone will come over amd use the main bathroom. Why does she have to do this? It's gross. And because she's also a constant victim, if I ask her to wrap the pads or dispose of them in a different way or clean off the toilet if she gets anything on it, she'll just flip out and start crying and act like I'm abusing a poor old woman. This is mostly just a rant because I want to get it out, and I'm so incredibly sick of it. Living with her was a terrible mistake, and now I feel trapped because she's old and would be destitute if she didn't live with us and the guilt gets to me. Ugh.

Anyone have a theory about why Fatima wants all that dirt? I keep going over and over it and can't come up with a reason. Could it be related to her memories about the creatures somehow? I just don't get it.