u/Fluid_Letter_1571

hey guys i was temporarily banned in 2024 ending but now when i try to login back it shows no account is associated with this email and when i contact discord support through the same email they say the same what do i do itwas temporarily banned

I have been using my phone and tablet for more than 12 hours a day and i have very dry eyes and i have blurry vision and i also see ghost objects/texts

The vision is blurry for both close and far objects

Is this caused by dry eyes

Im studying from normal batch but i have access to air batch too so which batch should i study from? I had choosen to study from normal batch because they teach from basics at a normal pace but im getting fomo now [arjuna 2027]

Plz tell

Plz tell

Im in Arjuna 2028 and ioc just startedcurrently studying from om pandey sir but thinking to switch to amitabh shrma sir should i do it

Its been 2 months and i feel uneven pressure in both my ears and one ear feels like closed and the other one feels like open idk how to describe it but is recovery possible? No hearing loss

how do i fix my tinnitus that i got because of uneven pressure in my ears

It feels like right ear has no air but left one has some air

I want to be straightforward about what happened because I genuinely don't know if I handled this right.

My girlfriend Maya (27F) and I (28M) have been together for two years. She is a chronically late person. Not five minutes late, we're talking 40 minutes to an hour, pretty consistently. I've brought it up before and she acknowledges it, says she's working on it, and then it happens again. I've mostly just accepted it as part of who she is.

Last Friday we had plans to meet my two closest friends for dinner. These are people Maya knows and likes. I told her the reservation was at 7. She said she'd be at my place by 6:15 so we could go together.

At 6:50 she texted saying she was just getting in the shower.

I left without her.

I texted her the restaurant name and said I'd see her there and went to meet my friends.

She showed up at 7:55 and by that point we were nearly done eating. She was visibly upset the whole time and barely spoke.

On the way home she said I humiliated her by leaving and that I knew she struggles with time management and I did it on purpose to make a point.

I told her I didn't do it to make a point, I did it because my friends had been waiting and I wasn't going to make them sit there because she got in the shower 20 minutes before we were supposed to leave together.

She stayed over but it was tense. The next morning she said she felt like I had ambushed her and that a partner is supposed to wait.

I don't think I ambushed her. I think I just stopped waiting.

Her best friend texted me yesterday saying what I did was deliberately cruel and that I know Maya has anxiety and I used her against herself.

I didn't know lateness was connected to her anxiety. Maya has never told me that.

AITBF

I am writing this from my phone in the bathroom of a gas station off the interstate. I do not know if I am safe yet, but I need to get this down while I still remember it clearly. If this cuts off, assume I did not make it home.

I took the job because I was already ruined.

By the time the offer came in, my life had shrunk to a series of locked doors and unanswered calls. Every day felt like waiting for something bad to finally happen. When a stranger messaged me saying I could make fast money just by being somewhere, I did not feel relief. I felt inevitability.

The instructions were simple enough to seem real. Show up at a shopping center outside the city. Stay exactly six hours. Walk around. Buy things. Be visible. Do not leave early. Do not ask questions.

There was one sentence that stuck with me, even then.

“You are not being paid for what you do. You are being paid for being noticed.”

I told myself it was marketing nonsense. Some dying mall trying to fake foot traffic. I had read about things like that. I wanted to believe that was all it was.

The place was called Westfield Commons, which already felt like a lie. It sat alone between a forest and an industrial park, no neighborhoods nearby, no public transit. When I pulled into the parking lot, it was half full. Not crowded. Just wrong. Like too many cars for a place nobody should be visiting.

I went in at exactly 1:00 PM.

The first thing I noticed was the sound. Not music, exactly. More like noise pretending to be music. A loop that reset too often, with tiny skips you could not ignore once you noticed them.

The second thing was the people.

Everyone was walking. No one was sitting. No couples. No kids. No phones out. Just adults moving slowly, deliberately, like they had all been told to pace themselves.

I tried to act normal. That was the job, after all.

The Starbucks was on the second floor, hidden behind a stretch of darkened storefronts. The barista looked exhausted in a way that scared me. Her eyes flicked toward the entrance every few seconds like she was expecting someone to appear behind me.

I told her I was “part of the program.”

Her face tightened.

“You have to buy something first,” she whispered. “Then I can give you the change.”

I ordered coffee. Paid with the last cash I had. She gave me back far more than she should have. Crisp bills. Warm, somehow.

“Do not leave early,” she said. “If you do, they will mark you.”

I asked who “they” were.

She shook her head once, very hard, like she was trying to shake the thought loose.

I spent the first hour walking the mall. Stores were open, but nothing felt right. Brand names were slightly off. Employees watched me like I was doing something wrong just by existing. When I tried to browse, they moved closer. When I stopped, they relaxed.

That was when I noticed something worse.

Every time I passed a mirror or a reflective surface, I was already looking at myself.

Not delayed. Not lagging.

Already there.

At 2:30, a man bumped into me hard enough to knock the wind out of me. He grabbed my arm like he was steadying himself.

“Sorry,” he said quickly. “I lost track of my hours.”

Before I could ask what he meant, he walked away, rubbing at his wrist like it hurt.

I checked my phone.

The time still read 1:00 PM.

At 3:00, I tried to leave the building just to test it. I told myself it was curiosity, not fear.

The doors opened. The outside was there. The parking lot. The sky.

But my feet would not move.

It felt like pushing against deep water. Not pain. Resistance. I stepped back, gasping, heart pounding. Nobody around me reacted. A security guard watched, expression blank, then looked away like nothing had happened.

I stopped thinking about leaving after that.

By 4:00, the mall felt busier without anyone new arriving. The same faces passed me again and again. Some of them looked worse each time I saw them. Paler. Slower. More tired.

A woman in a department store caught my eye and smiled like she was relieved.

“First day?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Do not let them forget you,” she said. “That is when it gets bad.”

At 4:30, the music stopped.

Everyone froze.

Every single person stood still, mid-step, mid-breath. The silence was so heavy my ears rang. I could hear my own heartbeat. I do not know how long it lasted. Seconds, maybe minutes.

Then the music started again.

Nobody reacted.

At that point, I knew this was not about money. It was not about pretending the mall was alive.

It was about feeding something that needed witnesses.

I did not sleep that night.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the mall exactly as it was, frozen in that moment where the music had stopped and everyone had gone still. I kept expecting my phone to buzz with another message from the guy who hired me, but it never did. By morning, I convinced myself that the fear was just adrenaline wearing off. Brains do weird things when you are desperate.

I went back the next day.

I wish I could tell you I had a good reason. I did not. I just knew I needed the money, and the money was there. That was enough.

I arrived at 12:58 PM and waited in my car until the clock ticked over. When I stepped inside at exactly 1:00, the air felt heavier than before, like the building had been holding its breath waiting for me.

The mall was busier this time.

Not with new people.

With the same people.

I recognized them immediately. The man with the hollow eyes from the shoe store. The woman who smiled too wide in the food court. The security guard who pretended not to see me test the exit doors. They were all there, walking the same paths, repeating the same motions.

None of them acknowledged me.

I went straight to the Starbucks. The same barista was there. She looked worse. Her hands shook as she poured the coffee, and her limp was more pronounced now, like it hurt to put weight on one leg.

“You came back,” she said quietly.

“You gave me money,” I replied.

She flinched. “You should not have done that.”

I wanted to ask her why she was still here, why she did not just leave when her shift ended, but I already knew the answer. I had tried to leave too.

I took the cash and walked.

Around 2:00 PM, I noticed something new.

The stores were changing.

A clothing shop I had passed twice already now sold furniture. The sign above it had been repainted, still dripping slightly, the old letters visible underneath. Employees moved things around with no urgency, like they were rearranging a stage set between scenes.

At 2:45, a man stopped me.

He looked normal. Tired, maybe mid thirties, wearing a hoodie that was a little too thin for the weather. His eyes darted around before settling on me.

“Do you know how long we are supposed to be here?” he asked.

I hesitated. “Six hours.”

His face crumpled. “They told me four.”

Before I could say anything else, a loud chime echoed through the mall. Not pleasant. Not musical.

Everyone stopped walking at once.

The man’s expression went blank.

When the sound ended, he turned and walked away like the conversation had never happened.

That was when I realized the mall was not pretending to be alive.

It was pretending to be busy.

By 3:30, my phone battery had not dropped a single percent. The time still read 1:00 PM. I tried calling someone, anyone. The call went through, but all I heard was the same loop of music that played over the mall speakers.

I started to panic.

I went to the food court and sat down, gripping the edge of the table until my knuckles went white. I told myself I was fine. I told myself this was some kind of elaborate scam or social experiment. That there was a rational explanation.

A man sat across from me without asking.

“You cannot think about leaving,” he said. “That makes it harder.”

I stared at him. “Harder for who?”

“For them to ignore you.”

My chest tightened. “Ignore me?”

He nodded. “That is the goal. If you blend in long enough, they stop noticing you. Then you can leave.”

I asked him how long that took.

He laughed, a short, broken sound. “I am still here.”

At 4:00 PM, the lights dimmed slightly.

Not enough to notice at first. Just enough to make shadows longer. The air felt warmer. The music slowed, stretching notes until they almost dragged.

People began to sit.

That had not happened before.

They sat on benches, on the floor, against storefront gates. Some of them stared straight ahead. Others closed their eyes. None of them slept.

I walked past a mirror and did not see my reflection.

I stopped so abruptly that someone bumped into me from behind. When I turned, they were already gone.

Panic finally took over.

I ran for the exit.

This time, the doors did not open at all.

I pounded on the glass, shouting, ignoring the stares burning into my back. The security guard approached slowly, his footsteps heavy.

“You are drawing attention,” he said calmly.

“I want to leave,” I snapped.

“You can,” he replied. “Just not yet.”

“Why?”

He glanced up toward the ceiling, toward something I could not see. “Because it still needs you.”

That was the moment I understood.

The mall was not dying.

It was feeding.

Every person inside was a placeholder. A body filling space. A signal to whatever was watching that this place still mattered. That it still existed. That it was still worth keeping.

The payments were not wages.

They were incentives.

At 5:00 PM, the chime sounded again. Louder this time. People began standing, moving with renewed urgency. Stores changed again. A bookstore became a jewelry store. A salon became a pharmacy.

The mall was reshuffling us.

I made myself small. I walked. I browsed. I pretended. I did everything I was told to do, because the alternative was unthinkable.

At 6:00 PM, the Starbucks barista collapsed.

No one helped her.

She hit the floor hard, her cup shattering, coffee spilling across the tiles. Her eyes were open, staring, unblinking. I rushed toward her, but the security guard stepped in front of me.

“She is done,” he said.

“What does that mean?” I demanded.

“It means she is no longer convincing.”

They carried her away through a door I had not seen before.

At 6:30, my phone buzzed.

A message.

“Good work today. You are doing very well.”

There was no name attached.

At 7:00 PM, the exits opened.

Not wide. Just enough.

People moved toward them slowly, carefully, like animals approaching a trap they had learned to trust. I followed, heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst.

When I crossed the threshold, the resistance was gone.

I stumbled into the parking lot and fell to my knees, gasping. The doors closed behind me.

The mall lights dimmed.

My phone updated.

7:01 PM.

I drove home without stopping.

The money was in my account before I reached my apartment. Enough to cover what I owed. Enough to buy time.

I told myself I would never go back.

That night, I slept for twelve hours straight.

When I woke up, there was another message waiting.

“Same time tomorrow?”

I did not reply.

But I did not delete it either.

If you are reading this because you found a job offer that sounds too easy, too clean, too desperate to say no to, understand this.

Some places do not want customers.

They want witnesses.

And once you have been seen, it is very hard to disappear.

I want to be straightforward about what happened because I genuinely don't know if I handled this right.

My girlfriend Maya (27F) and I (28M) have been together for two years. She is a chronically late person. Not five minutes late, we're talking 40 minutes to an hour, pretty consistently. I've brought it up before and she acknowledges it, says she's working on it, and then it happens again. I've mostly just accepted it as part of who she is.

Last Friday we had plans to meet my two closest friends for dinner. These are people Maya knows and likes. I told her the reservation was at 7. She said she'd be at my place by 6:15 so we could go together.

At 6:50 she texted saying she was just getting in the shower.

I left without her.

I texted her the restaurant name and said I'd see her there and went to meet my friends.

She showed up at 7:55 and by that point we were nearly done eating. She was visibly upset the whole time and barely spoke.

On the way home she said I humiliated her by leaving and that I knew she struggles with time management and I did it on purpose to make a point.

I told her I didn't do it to make a point, I did it because my friends had been waiting and I wasn't going to make them sit there because she got in the shower 20 minutes before we were supposed to leave together.

She stayed over but it was tense. The next morning she said she felt like I had ambushed her and that a partner is supposed to wait.

I don't think I ambushed her. I think I just stopped waiting.

Her best friend texted me yesterday saying what I did was deliberately cruel and that I know Maya has anxiety and I used her against herself.

I didn't know lateness was connected to her anxiety. Maya has never told me that.

AITA

My mom has this close friend, Sandra (57F). She's been in our lives forever, comes over for dinners a few times a year, that kind of thing.

Sandra is very vocal about not eating red meat. Like she will bring it up unprompted. Every single meal. "Oh I don't do red meat, I haven't in fifteen years, I just feel so much better." Good for her honestly, I don't care what anyone eats.

The thing is Sandra eats fish. A lot of fish. Shrimp, salmon, tuna, she loves it all.

A few months ago I was reading something about how the fishing industry and bycatch affects ocean ecosystems and I just kind of filed that away. I'm not an activist, I'm not trying to convert anyone, it was just interesting to me.

So last weekend my mom had a few people over for dinner and Sandra was there. My mom made pasta with a shrimp dish on the side. Sandra loaded her plate with shrimp and then goes "I just feel so good about not eating meat, you know your body just knows."

And I don't know why, I think I was just tired, I said "shrimp are actually killed way younger than most land animals relative to their lifespan."

She looked at me and went "that's completely different."

I asked how.

"They're not mammals."

I said that wasn't really the point I was making and that if the concern was about the animal's age then shrimp don't really hold up either.

She put her fork down and said "I have made a personal choice about my diet and I don't need a lecture from someone half my age."

I said I wasn't lecturing, she brings up her diet every single time we eat together and I just made one comment.

She went quiet for the rest of dinner and left early. My mom texted me later saying Sandra was upset and that I embarrassed her in front of everyone and I should have just let it go.

Maybe I should have. But also Sandra has said something about her diet at literally every meal I have ever eaten with her and the one time someone gently pushes back she shuts down completely.

AITA

So i know about the cubic formula but thats not practical and also i know about the hit and trial method but i want something better

Is there any way?

Also is there a method of dividing a cubic by a quadratic with a method similar to synthetic division? I can do synthetic division while dividing a cubic with a linear buti cant seem to do it with quadratic or when dividing a quintic by a quadratic or cubic.

if it is possible then how so? I have gotten tinnitus due to the excessive use of my earbuds

How can i fix it?