I watched the series a few months ago, and maybe it's because I don't remember, but I do recall not understanding much of it at the time. Thomas was very nervous about Arthur speaking at his wedding, and in the end, he didn't let him speak. Why? Was it because of Grace's relatives?
y es un poco raro porque teniendo 20 años y después de lo muchísimo que se han reído de mí siguen haciendolo. Siempre me ha gustado dejar mi huella en internet, aunque eso se que no es bueno y ya lo comprobé cuando se me hizo un vídeo viral en tiktok y recibí más de cinco mil comentarios hablando de lo fea que era. Pero duele más cuando los que se ríen de mí son personas que en algún momento he considerado mis amigos, personas a los que nunca les he hecho nada. Desearía vivir en una ciudad grande y no volver a ver a estas personas, a no volver a saber nada de ellas, pero aún así me stalkean y se siguen riendo de mí
Es como que quiero decir mucho de esto y no se qué decir pero me siento triste todo el rato y ya no sé ni qué hacer, osea, se que no puedo hacer nada, pero me pone demasiado triste que cada cosa que haga sea compartida por todos lados para que se rían de mi
This whole topic is a bit strange, but I don’t really understand anything very well either. I have quite a few traumas from my adolescence, a lot of fears and stuff. A few years ago, when the phase started where I 'became' a bit pretty, everything began to feel super weird—the whole thing about flirting, talking to someone, meeting up with someone, kisses, sex... All of those topics, basically how a relationhip starts.
The problem began with this and with how I react and behave around these things. I’ve talked to different guys over these years, but it hadn’t gone any further than just talking with all of them, and only through social media. This past year, I actually have been talking more with one guy; I've met up with him, and we even ended up sharing a couple of quick pecks.
The problem is that all of this causes an irrational fear in me, and it’s no longer just the fact of being scared, but rather that there is something inside me that doesn't let me do certain types of things. I’ve never gotten to anything sexual, but when it comes to the kissing part (we aren't even talking about making out, just quick pecks), there is always something inside me that goes into an unimaginable panic and makes it so that I can't give that kiss, for some reason. I can imagine that with anything sexual, I'm going to be even worse. But this confuses me a lot. At the beginning, when I started hanging out with this guy, there was a quick peck and a first date to grab a drink, and when I got home, I had a very, very strange anxiety attack.
I am a person with a lot of anxiety and I’m quite insecure about myself, but I don't think this has much to do with that, and I believe the real problem is that I have a trauma. I've spent many years thinking that I have a trauma that I'm not able to identify, and sometimes it scares me and I don't understand it. Is it possible for a person to have a trauma they know absolutely nothing about, or even the remotest possibility of one? My mind forgets things when there is a traumatic event for me (in a pretty heavy way, honestly), so there's something there that makes me believe it could actually be a trauma... I hope you can help me to understand it or to know if it's even possible for it to happen.
Se que el título es un poco raro pero había visto algunas capturas de alguien que compraba un movil y que le pedia al comprador que le dijese si el movil funcionaba y hasta que el vendedor no se lo escribió no se lo compró, lo pregunto porque no se si eso es para demostrar de alguna forma que te han estafado si es que luego no funciona o algo asi
Hi, I've had a Samsung S21+ for several years now. To be honest, over the last few months I've noticed some strange things, like all my Google accounts getting reset or getting notifications that the phone's charging port was damp or wet (even though none of that had actually happened). Today, out of the blue, several pixels at the bottom of the screen have gone dead or become corrupted (I’m a programmer; I don’t know much about phone hardware, sorry), and they looked white, stretching from one corner of the screen to the other. After a while, during normal use, the screen turned off completely, and I made the mistake of doing an emergency restart because I thought it might have frozen or something like that… Does anyone know how I can fix this? I don’t really understand why this happened all of a sudden; the bottom part of the screen was a little cracked, but that happened years ago and didn’t affect the phone. I don’t know if I dropped it or what happened, and how I could fix it. I get that the easiest thing is to take it in for repair, but I don’t really know much about it… If I can get another phone, I’ll take a picture of what the screen looks like (even though you can’t see anything). My graduation is on Friday, so I'm actually kind of desperate to have my phone—it's not even about taking pictures, but because I'm going out to party and I can't be out of touch with anyone in case something happens.
Bueno, me siento un poco edgy escribiendo este desahogo pero últimamente siento que no tengo a nadie con quien desahogarme o al menos no que me responda de una forma objetiva o sincera, porque claramente mis amigas siempre van a ser muy positivas y tal.
Llevo unos meses en los que todo va cuesta arriba, estoy estudiando programación y antes de esto estuve haciendo artes. Dejé artes porque perdí la motivación, empecé programación muy emocionada y de nuevo he perdido la motivación. Me han quedado dos asignaturas que si soy sincera no creo que vaya a poder recuperar, en una de ellas me dieron la oportunidad de recuperarlo haciendo una tontería en un trabajo y me dió tanta ansiedad al exponerlo que al final tengo que hacer el examen escrito. Siento que últimamente nada de lo que hago está bien, siempre he sido la hija lista y por eso mis padres nunca me han hecho mucho caso en los estudios, pero se creen que sigo yendo igual de bien en ellos y lo cierto es que me estoy ahogando en la ansiedad. El año que viene quiero estudiar una cosa diferente porque sé que esto no es a lo que me quiero dedicar en la vida pero me da miedo pensar que quizás deja de gustarme como todo lo demás, siempre he tenido las cosas muy claras en la vida y de un día para otro todo es una mierda y no tengo motivación porque no hay nada que me guste. No hay un trabajo que yo diga "quiero trabajar de esto durante el resto de mi vida" supongo que es un sentimiento que poca gente tiene pero me siento muy muy perdida y siento que ya he perdido muchos años intentándolo
First of all, I need to clarify that we are all adults. I’m almost 20 years old, and the classmates I’m going to talk about are a bit older. We are studying application development, in our second and last year. (I mean I don't consider my self as an adult but the thing is I'm 19)
Today we had to present a mini final programming project. Those of us who had failed part of the first term were given the chance to add an extra part to our code in order to make up for it, and both I and one of my classmates had to retake it.
The problem came when it was time to present the project. I had a lot of issues with this teacher during the first term—he would often criticize me in the middle of class, implying that I was useless and that I should drop out of the course. This started to cause me a lot of anxiety in class. I already tend to feel anxious in general, but in his classes it gets much worse.
While presenting the easier part of the project, he started asking a lot of questions. I got nervous very quickly, and when it came to the part I needed to retake, I completely froze. It was something very simple—just interpreting code that I had written myself—but between the fact that I’m not good at explaining code and the anxiety I was already feeling, I wasn’t able to say or do anything, and I became extremely overwhelmed.
In the end, I even started to tear up. I know that anyone reading this might say that I’m an adult and shouldn’t react like that, but my anxiety levels were very high.
The project itself was great—I’d even say it was probably one of the best in my class—but I feel really bad for messing it up so much after all the work we put into it.
Afterwards, I talked to my teacher once I had calmed down. Despite what happened in the first term, he showed concern for me because it also worries him to see me struggling. I told him that what stressed me the most was the possibility that this could affect my classmates.
So my question is: did I really mess everything up? Because I feel really bad. I don’t think it’s going to affect my classmates in any way, but I feel like I’ve humiliated them. I’d really appreciate hearing your thoughts on this. Besides this, none of my group mates or classmates cared if I was okay, which makes me think that I messed up a lot or that everyone dislikes me for some reason.
First of all, I need to clarify that we are all adults. I’m almost 20 years old, and the classmates I’m going to talk about are a bit older. We are studying application development, in our second and last year.
Today we had to present a mini final programming project. Those of us who had failed part of the first term were given the chance to add an extra part to our code in order to make up for it, and both I and one of my classmates had to retake it.
The problem came when it was time to present the project. I had a lot of issues with this teacher during the first term—he would often criticize me in the middle of class, implying that I was useless and that I should drop out of the course. This started to cause me a lot of anxiety in class. I already tend to feel anxious in general, but in his classes it gets much worse.
While presenting the easier part of the project, he started asking a lot of questions. I got nervous very quickly, and when it came to the part I needed to retake, I completely froze. It was something very simple—just interpreting code that I had written myself—but between the fact that I’m not good at explaining code and the anxiety I was already feeling, I wasn’t able to say or do anything, and I became extremely overwhelmed.
In the end, I even started to tear up. I know that anyone reading this might say that I’m an adult and shouldn’t react like that, but my anxiety levels were very high.
The project itself was great—I’d even say it was probably one of the best in my class—but I feel really bad for messing it up so much after all the work we put into it.
Afterwards, I talked to my teacher once I had calmed down. Despite what happened in the first term, he showed concern for me because it also worries him to see me struggling. I told him that what stressed me the most was the possibility that this could affect my classmates.
So my question is: did I really mess everything up? Because I feel really bad. I don’t think it’s going to affect my classmates in any way, but I feel like I’ve humiliated them. I’d really appreciate hearing your thoughts on this. Besides this, none of my group mates or classmates cared if I was okay, which makes me think that I messed up a lot or that everyone dislikes me for some reason.
Antes que nada, necesito especificar que todos somos mayores de edad, yo tengo casi 20 años y mis compañeros de los que voy a hablar son algo mayores. Estudiamos un ciclo superior de desarrollo de aplicaciones, en segundo año.
Hoy teníamos que presentar un mini proyecto final de programación, nos habían dado la oportunidad a los que nos había quedado una parte del primer trimestre de añadir una parte al código para poder recupera el trimestre y yo y uno de mis compañeros teniamos que recuperarlo.
El problema ha venido a la hora de presentar el proyecto, yo con este profesor tuve muchos problemas en el primer trimestre, me atacaba mucho en mitad de las clases insinuando que soy inútil y que dejase el grado, lo que comenzó a crearme mucha ansiedad en clase, de por si yo siempre estoy en estado de ansiedad pero en sus clases la cosa empeora por mil.
Presentando la parte fácil de proyecto ha empezado a hacer muchas preguntas y la verdad, me he puesto nerviosa muy rápido por lo que en la parte que yo tenía que recuperar me he bloqueado totalmente. Era algo super fácil, interpretar un código que yo misma había hecho, pero entre que se me da fatal interpretar código y la ansiedad que ya tenía, no he sido capaz de hacer ni decir nada y me he agobiado muchísimo.
Al final se me han salido incluso unas lagrimillas, se que cualquiera que responda va a decir que ya soy una adulta como para ponerme así, pero mis niveles de ansiedad estaban muy altos.
El proyecto estaba genial, diría que probablemente de los mejores que se han hecho en mi clase, pero me siento muy mal por haberla cagado tanto cuando habíamos trabajado tanto en ello.
Al final he hablado con mi profesor cuando me he calmado, mi profesor (a parte de lo que pasó en su momento en el primer trimestre) se ha preocupado por mi porque también le angustia verme mal y yo solo le he comentado que lo que más me agobiaba era que le pudiese afectar a mis compañeros.
Por lo que, mi pregunta es, realmente la he cagado con todo? Porque me siento realmente mal, creo que no va a afectar a mis compañeros en ningún sentido pero siento que los he humillado. Estoy atenta de escuchar vuestros pensamientos sobre esto
Voy a intentar contarlo lo más resumido que pueda.
Este chico y yo empezamos a hablar hace casi dos años ya, pasaron muchas cosas y decidí que no quería hablar más con el, mis notas en clase bajaban (somos los dos adultos) y había en general más problemas que nada.
Hace unos cuantos de meses volvimos a hablar y la confianza comenzar un poco de asco, hasta el punto de que un día le pregunté que era lo que le había gustado de mí. Me respondió que no soy la típica chica guapa, que soy atractiva únicamente y que yo le parecía fácil por no haber tenido novio nunca, por lo que sería mucho mas fácil que yo aceptase ser su novia.
De eso a ahora han pasado muchas cosas y mucho tiempo pero cada vez que pienso en la posibilidad de que seamos algo mas me echa para atrás, porque me ha dicho cosas muy feas y que a día de hoy me pesan mucho, además de eso me da bastante miedo el compromiso y llegar a tener una relación, pero el chico me gusta.
Ahora mismo no se muy bien como abordar el tema y decirle lo que realmente pienso porque llevamos mucho tiempo tonteando pero sería hipócrita hacia mi misma tener algo con alguien que me ha dicho de todo prácticamente.
Buenas, estoy pensando en comprar un iphone por wallapop, veo algunos de muy buen precio pero me da un poco de cosa porque yo de móviles se lo básico y porque soy estudiante de informática.
Me podeis dar algún consejo sobre que es lo que debería buscar para saber que está en buen estado o como no ser estafada?
Consejos, en general, sobre lo que pudiera venirme bien antes de comprar algo, gracias