u/ThE_G933

Listen guys, I know it's all about the "Marcus Aurelius' Meditations" craze these days. But honestly, if you're not a Roman general living in 2nd century Italy, this book might be of little help to you. Struggling with depression and anxiety? Stoicism is NOT the answer, my friend. But a 60-second motivational YT short by CT Fletcher.

Next come "Sun and Steel," or "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu. I mean, the latter might give you a slight advantage when playing Command and Conquer: Generals, but come on guys, what's with all the serious reads? Are you an ancient Chinese military strategist?

To be honest, sometimes the best therapy is a short, fun-to-read, YA fiction novel that takes you out of your worries in a funny way while also being easy to read, without having to stop at every three words to look up words or names like "stoicism," "Verus I," or "Diognetus."

Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy the occasional self-improvement book every now and then. For example, "King, Warrior, Magician, Lover" and "The Way of the Superior Man" are some of my favorites.

But you gotta learn to relax a bit, let go, and lose yourself in a world of teenage escapist fantasy. On the plus side, it'll give you great content to bring up on a first date. Instead of boring the woman in front of you to death with talks about investment, bitcoin, and your morning grind at 4 AM that starts with deadlifts followed by a cold shower, maybe you can actually say something that's funny or relatable to her. Something that shows you don't take yourself too seriously.

To conclude, it's important to Retardmaxx every now and then, and to read something that doesn't require 4 digits of IQ and 1K+ ng/dL of testosterone just to get you through the first page.

Brand new, unused glasses (in the box) designed for protection against light from mobile phones and electronic devices. Intended for nighttime use. They aid in sleep and prevent headaches and dry eyes cause by bright lighting or lighting that is heavy in blue light. They block 100% of the blue light (you can test for yourself, you will literally won't be able to see the color blue). Granted, this might not be useful if you do any kind of graphic work that relies heavily on color, especially if you work at night.

However, they are excellent for night-shift workers in environments with bright or harsh lighting. The original price from the manufacturer is well above the price range that I listed especially when you factor in shipping and customs. Which itself is already a problem for Lebanon. The name of the company is Bon Charge and you can check them out for yourself.

I bought this PS2 a couple years back. It had this really old version of OPL which looked kinda cheap and crappy. I tried the PS2 for a bit and had fun with it, but then left it in the closet for like 2 years.

Anyway, fast forward to now, I have been trying to fix the OPL by updating it and improving the visuals and cover art and so on, but my main issue is with DELETING / RENAMING the games. I don't know how the previous owner or modder have installed the games or the Mcboot or OPL, but it's a goddamn mess. I have spent the better part of like 2 or 3 days just trying to patch everything up properly.

Guys, I mainly need help with WHY THE HECK WON'T OPL MANAGER ALLOW ME TO RENAME OR DELETE some of these games??

I deleted the files for some games, manually and from the USB root, but they still SHOW in OPL Manager but the size is "0 B."

Any help?? I have attached some screenshots of my USB and the OPL Manager. You will obviously notice how the delete and rename buttons are greyed out. Also notice how the games that I deleted (Dora and GTA Arabic) show 0 B but are still stubbornly there.

ChatGPT kept throwing me into circles and offered little to no help. I am desperate.

Poor guy handling podcasts as if they were an extended version of "Ahmar bel Khat el 'Areed." Probably the most glorious time of his career, and now he is unable to move on. Similar to how Bojack Horseman is stuck in his glory days of Horsin' Around.

On a separate note, his questions are deep, thought-provoking, and philosophical: "What's the difference between hot coffee... and cold coffee?" Truly Socratic stuff.

Kinda looks like a country's flag.

It has around 60K mileage to it. 3 Cylinder engine.

Mechanique is excellent, but needs some exterior maintenance / repairs.

Ever since I lost my lifelong SR streak and got addicted to PMO, it's like an avalanche of sin, lust, greed, and selfish desire broke through.

What do I mean by lifelong streak?

I have never masturbated before the age of 22. Growing up, I was never attracted to, or tempted by the idea of masturbation. I did watch a lot of porn, though, but I never masturbated.

I stopped all the porn, however, and got into university, got a nice job as a waiter, and would hit the gym for most days of the week.

I met a girl who would later become my girlfriend, and we fell deeply in love with each other.

What she loved most about me was the fact that I didn't care for sexual relations with her. She could see that I simply loved her for who she is and that I never craved any physical acts with her.

I was sweet, loving, caring, and selfless. We were having the time of our lives.

Until one fateful day...

When, by some strange workings of the universe, we ended up at my place and I had to release with her...

I'm not gonna lie, it felt amazing. It felt right. This insane wave of euphoria washed over me, and we felt connected. I didn't feel any shame, guilt, or regret.

And she also loved the fact that we can now be a bit more sexual together.

However, we both had no idea that this day was the beginning of the end for us...

From that day on, I slowly started to fantasize more and more about releasing with her again. It was sort of a long distance relationship, where we can't see each other often.

To make up for the fact that I can't see her, I tried my first attempt at masturbation for the first time in my life. I was ~ 22 at the time.

The first few attempts didn't really work; I couldn't keep it up for long enough by myself to eventually release. But I kept trying, and trying, and trying, until it worked.

I was able to pull off a successful, solo, masturbatory session for the first time in my life. Did I tell her? No.

Did it feel good? Well, only for a bit.. But not as good as when it was with her.

I tried again the next day, and again the day after, and again, and again...

And I became an addict. I would secretly touch myself when I'm talking with her over the phone, just to get off (without her knowing).

I would ask her to send me pictures and I would try to get off on them, without her knowledge.

I started waiting for the day to see her again, just to have another sexual experience with her.

Instead of missing her out of true love and longing, I started missing the idea of getting physical with her.

In my now twisted mind, she became less of a real human being who I'm in love with, and more of a person who should exist to satisfy my lust.

She didn't know any of that.

I finally see her after some months, and I was so troubled and agitated and filled with sexual angst.

I didn't enjoy seeing her as much as I thought I would. Do you know why? Because all I wanted to do was to get physical but all she wanted to do was cuddle.

This infuriated me. Cuddle?! How could she do this to me?! It's been months since we've seen each other and she just wants to CUDDLE?

These are the thoughts that my now demonic mind plays out for me.

Over the course of our relationship from this point on, I became selfish.

I stopped caring about her needs. And at this point I was also now becoming impatient.

If we spend any amount of time together without it leading to something sexual, I considered it a waste.

I no longer appreciated her or her love towards me.

Obviously, she was noticing the changes. And she did the impossible and the undoable and the unthinkable just to stay by my side and to support me and to try to understand me.

But I was a hopeless case. I was a burning fuse, with only a matter of time before exploding and destroying everything we built in the sweet innocent time before my PMO addiction.

To make matters worse, I got addicted to watching gore and extreme types of porn during this time too.

On a neurochemical level, my dopamine receptors were fried.

On a psychological level, I became an ungrateful selfish degenerate.

On a philosophical and religious level, well, now I know how wicked and how far away I was from God.

It kept getting worse after that.

I lost her.

I tried getting her back, but how could I bring her back when it's me that I can't fix?

The last time I saw her, she kissed me on my cheek, before she said the last goodbye. I didn't know it was going to be the last time.

But it was.

And I don't know anything about her now.

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This was almost ten years ago.

I am now a religious man. And I can clearly see all my mistakes.

After our relationship, I learned about SR, and it set me on the path that I am on today.

I would say I lost her only to find God, but I hope this doesn't come across as selfish still.

Selfish in the sense that, I'm still trying to see my gain in all of this.

I hope I am not selfish in saying that, thanks to her, I found God, I found SR, and I found myself.

I have no idea where she is right now or what she's doing. I just hope she's happy and doing okay.