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Ciao a tutti, ovviamente so già la base di come funziona Vinted perché mi sono informata un po', ma vorrei chiedere qualcosina in più a chi ha più esperienza di me.

Molte volte, pur non avendo mai usato Vinted prima, mi sono ritrovata a leggere post di questo sub per puro intrattenimento; diciamo che ho visto screenshot di gente totalmente fuori di testa che provava a denunciare, insultare, tirare in ballo avvocati, scammare ecc...

Ecco, quindi a questo punto la domanda mi sorge spontanea: come futura venditrice, ci sono delle cose che posso fare per proteggermi da queste situazioni?

Io intendo proprio per qualunque situazione: resi con articoli rovinati, persone che fanno finta di non aver ricevuto nulla, chi si inventa cose a caso pur di creare problemi, recensioni lasciate per ripicca... Da quello che mi è capitato di vedere sono cose comuni purtroppo e io vorrei capire come gestirle al meglio.

Grazie a chiunque si prenderà il tempo di rispondere!

Edit: just tried to post this on the official sub and it's not letting me. We need to let the developers know this is not okay: to cancel a LI after announcing and hyping him and he even isn't the problem.

Just to make things clear: I'm a Sylus girly, have been since I first saw him and always will be. I know him and Caleb don't have enough content, but the developers had already promised to add more, after they announced Valko.

So why do I open their official page and find him CANCELLED?! He was the only good thing in the uptade, bringing a breath of fresh air. Personally I wasn't going to main him, but seeing how he acted he genuinely made me so happy...

I don't think I'll ever play again. I'll miss Sylus deeply, but if they can cancel Valko, change Zayne's VA (the voice for me is important, even if the new one is incredible)... Then I'm done. I can't trust them anymore.

Madonna incrociata con un albero, io non ce la faccio più! Sti maledetti complottisti sono ovunque: ogni volta che provo a leggere dei commenti su un qualunque social, petizioni stupide online, video con IA o modificati manualmente(opzione rara perché richiederebbe un cervello abbastanza grande) per provare le teorie più stupide mai sentite, live dove sono "perseguitati" dai "poteri forti" perché loro portano la verità... MA BASTA DIO SANTO. Non ho mai visto un gruppo così grande di persone con così poca intelligenza collettiva!

Che poi manco creano teoria nuove! No, loro importano tutto dall'America o altri stati, perché figurati se hanno abbastanza capacità per inventare qualcosa. Credono a robe tipo: scie chimiche, rettiliani, tutte le maggiori imprese dell'umanità per loro sono false, i vaccini coi microchip, il 5G che ti controlla la mente... RIPIGLIATEVI VI PREGO!

Se vi chiedete come mai mi tocca sentire così tante cose su di loro e perché sembra che io stia per diventare matta, è perché vivo in casa con una persona che ascolta solo loro da anni, OGNI FOTTUTISSIMO GIORNO E A OGNI MALEDETTA ORA. Porco dio non ce la faccio più, preferirei crepare piuttosto che subire altre ore di ste merdate trasmesse per tutta casa da ogni cazzo di dispositivo a volume stratosferico. Nemmeno i culti stanno messi così male! Che in tutto ciò, non sanno nemmeno scrivere o parlare l'italiano bene.

I happened to see a video on another social praising sertraline and glorifying it, so I wanted to share what it ACTUALLY does in a safe place.

I was 13 when I got put on it; now I'm 21 and still carry the side effects with me. According to the doctors at the time, I had a major depressive disorder... But in hindsight, it was total bullshit. What I actually had; was that I was living in a constant nightmare and still pushing through, but that is not the point.

Anyway, I was too young to refuse the medication and the doctors begun putting pressure on me and my parents, just to make me take it... So I did. The first few weeks were total hell, I was so nauseous I couldn't eat and they said it was normal. I kept taking it, the nausea settled into a constant thing but slightly less intense, and the sudden mood shifts begun: I could wake up feeling either incredibly sad, angry or completely apathetic— there was absolutely no in between.

I told the doctors, begged them to take me off of it... They raised the dosage.

My mom was scared they would take me away, since it was the threat the doctors used constantly to keep me on Sertraline (the same argument was used to force me to start it). This pattern kept repeating for more than a year, at that point I was unrecognisable, like a stranger in my own body. I kept begging to stop taking that drug, and absolutely nothing would change.

One day, I decided to stop on my own. It was stupid, but I didn't have any other option. So I slowly got off of it; as I begun acting like everything was fine on checkups and I guess I fooled them all, because I actually managed to convince them and finally could stop going to those damned doctors. Obviously I wasn't fine at all.

The nausea that medicine brought, still hasn't gone away and I still despise them all for what they put me through. Now, I've found a psychologist who actually seems to want to help, as she absolutely doesn't want to put me on medication. She thinks I might have autism, which wasn't found by those previous bastards who treated me like I wasn't even human... So I guess we'll see how it goes.

One thing is for sure: if she switches up on me, I'm leaving and never coming back since I'm now an adult and they can't prey on me like they did in the past.

Di fianco casa mia è arrivata la protezione civile per un'esercitazione, almeno credo, visto che hanno messo un cartello in un punto poco leggibile e non ci sono annunci ne sul loro sito, ne quello del comune.

A parte ciò, ci sono una decina di militari (con fucili) e personale della protezione civile, che girano nella proprietà del sindaco (un paio di case sotto la mia) da tutta la giornata e gli ha sicuramente dato il permesso visto che è a chiacchierare con loro.

Morale della storia, saranno 5 ore che fanno test di volo con un drone per riprese. Tecnicamente avrebbero tutto lo spazio dove farlo volare: prati circostanti con boschi, la casa del sindaco ecc... Però lo stanno facendo volare per la maggior parte sul nostro giardino e cortile.

Non credo si possa fare nulla sul momento... Anche perché non andrei mai a chiedere a un gruppo di militari armati di smettere di far volare il drone su casa mia, visto che non si sa mai come possano reagire (io particolarmente sono di un paese dove i carabinieri si sono sparati tra di loro causando pure morti, quindi non mi fido per niente di nessun ufficiale, non importa di che corpo siano).

Però si può fare qualche reclamo? Ho le foto che provano dove si trovava il drone.

Anche se devono avermi vista a un certo punto, perché la telecamera era puntata verso di me e hanno riportato il drone a terra praticamente subito.

Giuro, sto a tanto così da vendere foto di piedi per potermi permettere i condizionatori in casa (per ragioni legali scherzo), così almeno sto con le finestre sempre chiuse e non sento più quei cazzo di dementi irrispettosi dei miei vicini.

Ci sono i bastardi che fumano come delle merda di ciminiere sotto alla mia finestra, che ogni volta mi entra il fumo in casa e mi fa bruciare la gola a schifo. MA ROVINATEVI I VOSTRI CAZZO DI POLMONI IDIOTI, NON I MIEI.

Che sono poi gli stessi che urlano dalla mattina alla sera, si tirano oggetti vari, fanno festa con la musica di notte— PER POI AVERE LA FOTTUTA AUDACIA DI SBATTERE LE FINESTRE PERCHÉ ALLE 9 DI SERA HO RISO A UNA CAZZO DI BATTUTA DEL MIO RAGAZZO.

E abbiamo la ciliegina sulla torta: la troia del paese (e lo dico da donna), lei proprio non ce la fa a non annunciare a tutto il mondo che sta scopando. QUASI. OGNI. SANTA. NOTTE.

Mettiamo in chiaro: sono felicemente fidanzata e sinceramente ho libido da vendere, quindi non è che sono suora... MA NON MI METTO A FARLO SENTIRE A TUTTI, CHIUDO LE CAZZO DI FINISTRE E EVITO DI URLARE COME UN ANIMALE CHE STA VENENDO SCUOIATO VIVO. Nessuno dice niente perché gli uomini di mezzo paese se la fanno passare, ma cristo ci vuole un po' di decenza e rispetto per gli altri.

Menzione onorevole: i porco dio di cani. Non smettono fottutamente mai. A ogni merdosissima ora del giorno e della notte, che sembra un canile. Sono le 5 del mattino e sono sveglia perché non hanno ancora chiuso quei musi schifosi da mezzanotte.

Believe me when I say: there isn't a tag/flair on this subreddit that could ever prepare someone for what I'm about to write.

I was doing my daily tik tok scroll, totally at peace and enjoying random funny videos. I made the enormous mistake to keep scrolling, and I get hit with a BIRTHING video. I don't mean like a casual video of a mother sharing the "magical experience" (I just literally rolled my eyes) through a normal vlog that could be put on YouTube Kids.

I LITERALLY MEAN FULL ON GRAPHICAL! I guess this is your trigger warning, because I'm about to describe the absurdity of it all.

There was this poor woman, thankfully sedated, with two doctors full on PUSHING AND PRESSING her belly, as if she wasn't even a human being and TEARING the gremlin out of her! And I kid you not, the caption was literally: "I waited so long for my niecey to be born and I even got to watch 💕" I don't know if you can swear here, but I'm thinking every possible one and I'm Italian so we have an even wider selection of those...

To make things even more crazy and surreal, there a was a really chill music in the background as if it were some mystical and gentle experience— THE WOMAN WAS LITERALLY TORN APART THROUGH A C-SECTION AND BEING TREATED LIKE A RUBBER DOLL!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go throw bleach in my eyes and wonder what exactly must be wrong with someone's brain, to post a video like that on TikTok for everyone to see.

P.S. On TikTok I have exactly 104 words filtered, all to block videos of birth experiences, children, parents and whatever it's about not being childfree. So yeah... Really love to still be attacked by those videos!

I'm going to be honest: my whole life has been full of strange experiences, but I never felt comfortable writing or speaking about it before. I even avoided thinking about it, as I tried to convince myself that it would all go away if I acted like it didn't exist... I was wrong.

First and foremost, my and my family's background: I have several ancestors who have passed down paranormal stories from their lives: sometimes it's about local folklore, other times about personal "abilities" or "oddities". I'm from Italy and I've lived my whole life in an historical building that used to be a convent, that was bought by my family around 1600 after the friars died. The place is enormous and slightly eerie even if we renewed it, and there's a church with a crypt beneath it (full of bones and tunnels that were used to move during the two World Wars) attached to our courtyard.

So, between my weird family and weird house, you can imagine I lived through too many paranormal experiences.

It begun with me seeing and hearing strange shadow figures when I was little, then I stopped hearing them and could only see them. For some strange reason I can feel where people have died or where there are any remains, which is part of the reason why I despise cemeteries. Sometimes I dream about things before they happen, and I've got this strange kind of "sixth sense" if someone is about to die— which I begun hating because it's never wrong, and when I get it I lose someone I love.

I've spent twenty-one years absolutely terrified by the things I could see or sense, only to finally find some peace in the last month. For some reason ever since my boyfriend moved in with me, everything stopped: the nightmares, the shadow figures, the sensations... He just repels paranormal in a way that's absolutely incredible. His presence made everything vanish even for my mom, so I know it's not just me. He probably has some innate talent, and that's why I finally can talk about it all: they won't come back while he is with me. I'm finally free.

I have been jumping through paranormal subreddits just to finally get everything out, and maybe to learn more about what has plagued my life. I have much more paranormal experiences to tell, if anyone has any questions just ask me, because I've probably lived through it all! And if you have explanations or theory for any of the stuff I wrote about, that's more than welcome too.

Ever since I was a child, I used to hear strange noises and see strange figures around my house.

The first time I heard "them" I was around six years old, and I remember being so scared about being followed by those figures, that I would ask my grandma to always stay close to me. The problem was that one day, she felt and heard them too while walking with me up the stairs, so it quickly went from "she's just a scared child" to "why did it feel real?". We never spoke of it again after that time, probably because she has always hated paranormal stuff and wanted it all to just go away.

Anyway, I kept seeing them while growing up: strange dark figures I couldn't quite recognise, mostly minding their own business or following me. The strange part is that in my teenage years, I stopped hearing them and could only see them.

I would like to say that I live in a really old house built before the 1600 in Italy, with a church attached to it and an underground crypt beneath it full of bones... There's even the entire body of a young girl who still has long braided hair. My house used to be a convent, my family bought it when the friars died, it's been ours for countless generations and I know one of my ancestors was condisered the crazy guy of the village for some reason, apparently he could see stuff and would play with the bones in the crypt beneath the church.

Up to this day, I still see them sometimes. But ever since my boyfriend came to live with me, the "shadows" kind of vanished. I already knew that when I was around him nothing like that happened, but now I'm just confused and relieved. How is it possible?

They vanished even for my mom. She always saw them just as much as me, but with him here, she doesn't see anything.

I never believed in the supernatural or ghosts stories, I still find them too strange and impossible even after what I experienced for years... But at this point I don't know what to think. Does someone have an explanation? Everything is good and appreciated, apart from calling me crazy, because I can assure I am not.

I would like to say I know nearly nothing about the supernatural. I guess I always wanted to keep away from it, because for some reason I thought it would make them leave too... But only my boyfriend's presence has changed that. I'm so ignorant about paranormal stuff, I don't even know if I got the right flair since there are a lot.

Edit: I was trying to think of other strange things in my life, just to give a better idea of it all. I can kind of "feel" where people died, it's just a vibe about the place I can't quite explain. The first time it was on a road where one of my great-uncles was killed, then places from attacks during the second and first world war (all this while I was still a child and didn't even know what death or war meant) and the last time was the room where my boyfriend's great grandma died. Really strange I know. My boyfriend always says I'm the closest thing he has experienced to paranormal in his whole life.

Come dice il titolo, non ne posso più delle traduzioni automatiche. Ma è mai possibile che è ovunque ormai?! Che poi, perché cavolo me lo attivano automaticamente? Ma chi glielo ha chiesto?! Veramente non la sopporto più sta roba!

Per l'amor del cielo, a qualcuno può anche essere utile... Ma perché me la attivano senza chiedere una beata minchia e lo devo scoprire così a caso?

Avrò visto migliaia di volte che sui social quando cambiavano le impostazioni, la prima volta che aprivi l'app, ti usciva una finistra di avviso o direttamente dove potevi decidere se volevi le nuove impostazioni. PERCHÉ NON LO FANNO PER LE TRADUZIONI?!

Ormai è ovunque: Reddit, Tik Tok, Instagram, YouTube ecc... Che la peggiore in assoluto è YouTube. Sulle altre piattaforme almeno puoi scegliere, ma perché mi devo vedere video con una voce AI di merda che me lo traduce contro la mia volontà?! Sta cosa mi fa girare i coglioni in un modo assurdo. Ho sempre usato i social anche per imparare nuove lingue, sono parte della ragione per cui scrivo e parlo fluentemente più lingue... Ma ovviamente anche questa utilità la vogliono rovinare! Senza contare che tutto ciò sarebbe facilmente risolvibile lasciando le persone SCEGLIERE.