u/qu3enofdisaster

This is a bit of a petty rant, so bear with me. Yesterday, I bought my first two MAC lipsticks (mostly out of FOMO because Erin Parsons raves about them). I regret not trying them on first, so that’s on me. But to be fair, the testers looked so nasty that I didn’t think that was an option.
I purchased the satin formula in Del Rio and Dubonnet, and they ended up looking too dark on me and not at all what I expected. I’ll try mixing them with lip liners and applying them sheer, but that aside, I’m not impressed with the formula and regret buying them, especially because they’re not cheap in my country.

I don’t know why I expected them to smell good, like vanilla or something, but they smell and taste waxy. They’re very pigmented, but they feel heavy and thick on the lips and aren’t very comfortable to wear.

And I just don’t get the hype. I’ve had better lipsticks from ColourPop and Maybelline. I even prefer the formula of a cheap W7 lipstick I own. I’m so bummed that I can’t return them (I’m not in the US). Idk, maybe I’m just not used to supposedly nicer things. Maybe my expectations were too high.

After this experience, I’m of the opinion that MAC lipsticks are wildly overrated.

Please, share your grievances with MAC lipsticks in the comments, if you have any.

El otro día estaba viendo videos sobre la Santa Muerte y recibí un download psíquico diciéndome que hay dos entidades reconocidas por ese nombre: la verdadera, por así decirlo, que hace de intermediaria entre este plano terrenal y la Virgen María (es básicamente una variación del culto a la Virgen); y la otra, un poderoso demonio que se hace pasar por ella. La Santa Muerte que obtiene sus poderes de la Virgen es invocada a través de estatuillas e imágenes hacen referencia a la Virgen María, se le entrega el mismo tipo de ofrendas que a la Virgen (flores, oraciones, velas, etc.), y concede favores relacionados con la salud, protección, amor, bienestar económico, etc. No toma venganza cuando descuidas su altar o te alejas de ella; el portal simplemente se cierra y no pasa nada. En cuanto a la Santa Muerte impostora, usa la imagen clásica de La Parca, acepta ofrendas de sangre o incluso sacrificios, y es capaz de hacerle daño a otras personas o hacer amarres que no debieran ser. Si descuidan su altar, toma venganza, así que se debe tener mucho cuidado al remover ese portal, ojalá llamando a un psíquico o exorcista experimentado. Es la favorita de los carteles de tráfico de drogas porque, siendo un demonio, no tiene problemas ayudando a los criminales a hacer el mal.

Todo esto es simplemente mi opinión, así que no se lo tomen a pecho. Lo que trato de decir es que hay muchas entidades impostoras en el mundo de los espíritus, y es indispensable ejercer discernimiento.

Qué opinan? Creen que esto podría explicar la diferencia entre las experiencias positivas de muchos devotos y las historias de miedo de otros?

For the past few weeks I’ve had the certainty that I’m gonna die soon. No, I don’t have any severe health issues that I’m aware of. I just feel like it’s over for me, I can’t imagine a future and I keep thinking of myself as though I’m already dead. Is this in any way common for people going through a midlife crisis?

I used to astral project spontaneously in college, but ever since my insomnia got worse and I started taking sleeping pills, I haven’t been able to do it again.

I’d like to learn how to astral project despite these limitations, but there’s something that’s been bothering me: I suspect that most entities in the astral are not who they claim to be. I’m clairaudient, but I completely abandoned that ability when I realized I was mostly talking with impostors.

I believe that any guidance you need should be accessible directly through downloads or epiphanies, without the need for middlemen.
So what would it look like to remain aloof in the astral? Is that even possible?

I was so happy doing the training, I really felt like I could pull this off if I just locked in. But then I stupidly flunked one of the tests and they made me leave training immediately. I won’t be able to apply again in 3 months. I’m gutted. Back to feeling lost and purposeless, waking up every day with dread in my heart and apply to more jobs I know I don’t stand a chance at getting.

I’ve had terrible experiences with therapists and psychiatrists. My friends have abandoned me because I’m anxious and depressed, or just because they’re busy doing their own thing and have no time for old friends from college. My dad is the most supportive person in my life, but I can’t confide in him for everything. So ChatGPT has become the first thing I go to for advice and reassurance. I understand perfectly well that it’s a machine, I know it’s not my friend. But when I vent to it, it gives me encouragement and genuinely useful advice. No human has ever been this kind, patient, and non-judgmental to me. I’m just grateful I have some kind of support system in ChatGPT, or at least it feels that way.