I've been using PromeAI for 3 months now, using the free limited side options daily as the credits reset every month. I noticed recently the free downloading is no longer giving you your full size image. had a 1737x2457 image was generated to download. when i download it, it comes to a size of 430x608. kinda a shame it was working fine this last Saturday and stopped working on Sunday. since then it gives small size images instead of the full sizes like before. i'm hoping it gets fixed soon. i enjoyed using the daily free options of generations full image size downloads per day till my credits reset.

we go by “DEBATES ONLY!”, but I want to clarify a few things.
Since we started the sub 3 days ago, we want to be more on the “free-speech” side of Reddit. Meaning that we’re the alternative for debate subs. We obviously allow any and all debates, and we don’t censor “debate comments”.
For now on, we’ll allow all comments that have to do with agreeing to the specific post under these terms:
• You can simply agree to a post in a comment without the comment being deleted by mods. But if you agree in a comment, and give a speech on why then it’s encouraged that you list the appraisal, and why in the same comment.
• When you comment on a post saying you disagree, you must state a debate on why you disagree. You can’t just say “I disagree, you’re wrong”. You need to state a reason too within the comment.
Some things I have been mentioned about for some of the community.
• Mods will delete any super obvious bot generated debate posts if any do get posted. Of course we’d verify through post history and so on if we suspect. We won’t just delete any that we “assume”. These are generally super stupid debates that bots create. I’ve recently seen first-hand in some subs.
• why do I call it “free-ish” speech? Because you can say what you want for debates, and you can say almost what you want in a comment but for example “targeting”, “spam”, and “phishing” is to be deleted. The rules above are simple, and should be a common cause. As we all know, subs especially debate ones aren’t this lenient at all on what’s allowed and so on.
ONE LAST THING: there is only 1 debate topic we can’t allow or else this entire sub will be either deleted or shadowbanned. I can give 2 examples of subs if you dm me. DEBATE OF VACCINES. No, can’t allow that. Reddit doesn’t like it, and is strongly against it for “misinformation”. Offenders won’t be banned, will just be given a light warning with post deletion.
As the owner of the sub, I’ll continue to try my best and the mods too. We’ll continue to keep things as simple as possible for everybody to understand and to agree on. We did end up hitting 100 members in 2 days too! Thank you.
We’re open for any discussions either by comment or private dm.

Some people believe in “generational curses”, and that you most repent for the sins of your ANCESTORS.
What kind of God punishes people for OTHERS sins, or allows them to suffer for OTHERS sins?
What kind of God would allow an ENTIRE BLOODLINE to be cursed and attacked by the devil and demons due to what EVEN JUST ONE ancestor did? That doesn’t sound like a just God to me, of one who claims that humans have freewill.
It also makes no sense for God to claim humans have freewill, but that they can also become possessed and controlled AGAINST THEIR WILL by evil demonic spirits. That COMPLETELY CONTRADICTS the entire concept of freewill! That completely VIOLATES freewill.
I hate these stupid dreams, even when they’re not actual nightmares.
And I’m not always completely free when I’m awake either…..
Thoughts of doing evil things, like voice I don’t PHYSICALLY hear telling me to do terrible things.
And constantly hearing music that’s not playing, occasionally remixing/changing itself to where it’s not like it is in real life!!!!
Sometimes I hear music from dreams that doesn’t extra, wtf is that about???
How do most people get through life without these problems???

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In the MinGW-w64 repository on sourceforge, there these files:
https://sourceforge.net/p/mingw-w64/mingw-w64/ci/mastetree/COPYING.MinGW-w64/COPYING.MinGW-w64.txt
https://sourceforge.net/p/mingw-w64/mingw-w64/ci/mastetree/COPYING.MinGW-w64-runtime/COPYING.MinGW-w64-runtime.txt
It seem to suggest that distribution of binaries built using MinGW-w64 should include the COPYING.MinGW-w64-runtime.txt file.
The COPYING.MinGW-w64-runtime.txt file have this part at the bottom of the file:

=================================== Headers and IDLs imported from Wine =================================== Some header and IDL files were imported from the Wine project. These files are prominent maked in source. Their copyright belongs to contributors and they are distributed under LGPL license. Disclaimer This library is free software; you can redistribute it and/or modify it under the terms of the GNU Lesser General Public License as published by the Free Software Foundation; either version 2.1 of the License, or (at your option) any later version. This library is distributed in the hope that it will be useful, but WITHOUT ANY WARRANTY; without even the implied warranty of MERCHANTABILITY or FITNESS FOR A PARTICULAR PURPOSE. See the GNU Lesser General Public License for more details. 

Now I am aware that my program just need to not use these lgpl licensed codes. But how do I make sure of that?
The wiki2 page for MinGW-w64 Wine integration (https://sourceforge.net/p/mingw-w64/wiki2/Wine%20integration/) say this:

WIDL widl is Wine reimplementation of MIDL, Microsoft IDL compiler. * Needs to be imported to mingw-w64 SVN and added to build system. * Licensing worries: WIDL is LGPL-ed and its produced code must not enforce any licensing limits. Current understanding is that autogenerated code inherits IDL license. There are some code chunks in generated code that are not autogenerated, so they imply LGPL license. Alexandre Julliard (their author) agreed to relicense them. They could be also avoided by using compiler exceptions. 

What is `compiler exceptions` here?
There is also this:

IDL files Wine IDL files are LGPL-ed, which may imply LGPL typelibs and proxy/stubs. Temporary solution: not include IDL files in base product, provide them in an optional SDK. Long term solution: probably needs lawyer consultation. 

I don't really know how idl files work. Is there a way I can make sure that my program binaries built using MinGW-w64 doesn't include these files?
I am using MinGW-w64 on Windows and would like to distribute my programs binaries under the MIT license, so I cant have LGPL codes compiled to my binaries.
So, I have 2 questions:

1. How do I make sure that my binaries compiled using MinGW-w64 not include the LGPL code
2. I have been searching for a talk about this topic in the last few days. The best I found is one stackexchange post about the runtime license that have answer unsatisfy my question, or few reddit posts that only mention the licensing of libgcc and libstdc++ (Which have exceptions) and completely not mention the runtime license of MinGW-w64. Are people just doesnt know about the existence of this license file?

Thank you for answering my questions.
Edit: Make codeblock work properly

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This game is sadly unplayable on old consoles. They should probably take out that stupid interactive lobby bullshit if they want people with an older console, or an older computer to play. Naraka:Bladepoint is utterly miserable on older systems. Xbox 1 in my personal experience, is the most dogshit experience to play imaginable. Followed by if your computer doesn’t have an SSD.
I initially installed Naraka:Bladepoint about 2 years ago on my hard drive for the reason that my SSD is only 500mb. I ran it for a couple hours before realizing that it should be downloaded on my SSD. When I downloaded it to my SSD, the lag problem was solved. Now that I’ve started to phase out of computer gaming and into more relaxed console gaming, I decided to install it on the Xbox 1. The game is absolutely miserable to play on console. Usually I will experience constant frame drops during fights and I usually just have to spam buttons. Sometimes I even drop to negative frames and my game rubber bands back to where I was 10 seconds ago. This shit is unplayable and not worth buying extras, if you decide to download it. In my opinion, this should be the first thing they fix, while their game is still getting popular.
Call of duty world at war(2016ish) had a problem when they released their game with an interactive lobby that would cause unplayable lag when you entered a game. I’m thinking that this is one of the reasons that an older console(with a hard drive) cannot handle running a game of naraka without lag. I’m sure someone else could elaborate on this, but I have yet to find a solution for myself, or on the internet.
Lastly, I’m here to help new players with an answer to the question: try or not to try. If you do not have an SSD or a next gen console: don’t bother with this game. It is free to download; if you would like to give it a try, but I wouldn’t waste money on any of the extra stuff you can buy. It’s a real shame, this game has been a good change of pace to what everyone else is making, and I remember having a really fun time playing it on pc. I’ve been looking for a solution to this problem, and getting an Xbox series x might be the only solution here, without losing my progress. Let me know if you guys have had better success on the next generation consoles. Because this would help all new players alike.

Hello, I couldn't find any solutions for this online and have been dealing with this problem for a couple days. I have a chunk of code that goes through all the zones (square sections of terrain that is randomly placed on a grid) in my game and places the proper objects there in the proper spot. This works marvelously for everything other than my roads which are CSG polygon3D's on a Path3D. What I have noticed is in game the road will only spawn at the (0 x ,0 z) grid location. For further testing I saw that in the remote scene tree all road nodes did spawn at the correct locations but I can't see them, afterwards I added a huge cylinder mesh instance as a child to these roads and the cylinders spawn just fine while the road is invisible! I'm truly baffled. I have attached a few images in hopes of conveying the problem a little better. Please someone save me from this losing battle. Feel free to ask more questions about the project if you think it is relevant, thanks in advance!
The relevant chunk of code is as follows and it is called during the generation of each zone:

public void PlaceZoneItems(ZoneResource zone){ for (int i=0; i Road node with big ol' cylinder as child (btw in the editor I can move both around fine).
 Road and cylinder both spawn at the (x=0, z=0) grid location if this zone does spawn on (0,0) of the grid.
 Same zone but only the big cylinder shows up at any grid location this zone spawns in that's not (0,0).
 

This is the first time I have written something of this length, and is more of an exercise in self-therapy than anything else. Disclaimer: This story contains conversations about child abuse. Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy it.
Nathan’s number appeared on my phone screen. I debated whether or not to answer it. We hadn’t been on speaking terms for a while, and while we did keep in touch sporadically, it was usually because of important family issues. I didn’t know of anything happening with mom or dad, nor with Talia or Rio, so I let it go to voicemail. I could always call him back later. I placed the phone back in my pocket, and returned to cleaning my camera. The phone buzzed again. A text message came through. I read the preview line from the home screen. “The city declared eminent domain on the house” I unlocked my phone, read the full text message, and dialed my brother.
I wasn't able to get any closer to the house than a few blocks. Most of the area was blocked off with chain link fencing and construction equipment in preparation for the demolition that was supposed to take place within the coming days. The barriers didn’t prevent people from walking in to the neighborhood, but it hindered scrappers from coming in and stripping the houses of copper wiring and plumbing.
I grabbed my camera bag out of the trunk of my car along with my tripod. I shouldered it and hooked the tripod to my bag. I pulled my water bottle out of the center console and shut the door. I stood next to my car surveying the neighborhood. 12 city blocks of old single family homes comprised the neighborhood where I grew up. Some of the houses had been empty for months, others for years. There was an eerie silence that permeated the still air. I could not hear the familiar sounds of people, pets, or cars. I locked the car and put my keys in my pocket. I patted my jacket down to ensure I had what I needed. After a quick check, I started my walk.
The sidewalk of the old neighborhood streets still bore the familiar cracks and grind marks from years of buckling and remedy. Leaves dropped by the trees still lay scattered all along the pathways and sidewalk. Korina’s house was the first house I encountered as I made my way through a gap in the fence. The yard was overgrown with tall grass and thistle. I could see the faded blue paint of the old house contrasting the green and browns of the lawn. The chain link fence that marked off the corner property was nearly invisible through the thick brush. As I continued walking west towards 110th, I started to feel something was off. The streets seemed wider than I remembered. It took me longer than I’d like to admit, but eventually I realized what was different. There were no cars.
The streets here typically had cars lined bumper to bumper in any spot available, and were visible from block to block. The absence of all these vehicles made me realize just how deserted the neighborhood really was. House after house, yard after yard, the telltale signs of desertion reinforced what I could see from the moment I passed the construction fence: This was no longer my neighborhood. There were no signs of life, and no one I could expect to find still here. Abandonment was the new normal here. I continued on, glancing at houses and recalling memories of summer bike rides, and daily walks with dogs I used to have. I remembered walks home from school, and chasing after ice cream trucks when they passed our houses. I smiled a bit as I remembered more and more of my years spent here. I don’t quite know just why I was smiling. There were plenty of bad memories here too. Fights, yelling, being beat up, being robbed. I could remember failed friendships, lost loves, and bitter feelings of failures too.
Still, I felt a certain amount of nostalgia despite the weight of these negative feelings. I almost wanted to experience everything again, although I wasn't sure why I was feeling this way. Concrete, asphalt, billboards and liquor stores were the normal vistas of everyday life. Occasionally, after a good rainstorm, the grey haze of smog would lift, and the mountains would be visible to the north. At least, they would be visible until mid-morning when the exhaust from a million cars covered them behind a veil of pollution.
It wasn’t until the first time I travelled out of the city that I realized there was more to see. Traveling up the coast north along the Pacific Coast Highway introduced me to scenes of deep blue ocean water spanning the width of my vision. Driving up Highway 3 introduced me to the permeating scent of Pine and Fir trees. The two-lane stretch of highway from Portland to Tillamook introduced me to lush green forests that I had only ever read about. When I came home to the same old dirty, dusty concrete and boiling summer asphalt, I had made up my mind. I would do everything it took to leave this place. I would not spend another day longer than was necessary living in cramped quarters and fighting for parking space.
I arrived to the house, and paused at the gate. The house sat in contrast of what the rest of the neighborhood looked like. Instead of overgrown grass and tall weeds all over the place, the landscaping showed signs of relatively recent work. The guava tree in the front lawn still had some fruit ready to be picked, and the avocado tree on the other side of the pathway was still weighed down by its own fruit. Flowers still bloomed in the raised bed in front of the house. My brother had clearly tried to keep up on things until the last possible moment. The house, too, looked better than what I expected after walking up 4 blocks and seeing nothing but dilapidated houses and unkempt yards. I opened the gate and walked up to the small porch. The metal gate that enclosed it was gone having been removed by my brother when he took over the property. It looked nice to see it open instead of the cage it once felt like.
I turned the knob on the door, but it didn't give. Ever a creature of habit, my brother had locked the door when he left. Of course, he did. I sighed and prepared to find another way in when I remembered my parents hiding a spare key. I wasn’t sure if it would still be there, but after running my hands along the back side of the gutter downspout, I was rewarded for my efforts. I unlocked the front door and stepped into the front living room, the sounds of my footsteps and the closing door echoing in the empty space. The room felt both larger and smaller than I remembered it. I suppose it was lack of furniture that made it feel larger, but it still felt smaller than I remember. The result of growing taller throughout the years I suppose. I slowly walked along the slate tile floor towards the central hallway that connected the front of the house to the back bedrooms. I wasn't entirely sure that just because the front door was locked, that there wasn't some squatter looking for a little temporary shelter within the back rooms. I carefully and silently crept step by step towards what used to be the bedroom shared by my sister and me. I stuck my head in and gave the room a cursory glance. It was empty, thankfully. I moved back into the hallway and peered into the bedroom across the hall. This is where both of my brothers had shared a room. It too, was empty save for a few boxes holding hardware and doorknobs from the closet doors of the bedroom. I walked back towards the back of the house where my parent's bedroom was. The walls in the hallway bore the dusty signs where picture once hung. The bedroom door was open. I stepped inside, and looked around. The old avocado paint that my mom had picked out years ago still adorned the walls. Walking further towards the addition that was the small room my grandma and grandpa lived in showed that there was no one here. I breathed a sigh of relief as I set my bag down and set up my tripod. I reached into my bag a pulled out an envelope of old photos. These were old snapshots that we had all taken at some point in time in the house. There were pictures of all of us sitting at the dining room table playing a game of Monopoly. There was a picture of my brother and sister sitting on a couch in the front living room. There was a picture of me hanging on the bars of the front porch. I looked through them all and held them in place in front of me as if I were holding a window to the past.
Each picture made the lump in my throat grow as I started to struggle to control my emotions. There was history here, and soon it would all be gone. This is the place where my parents had raised four kids. They had taken care of my grandparents in their twilight years here. My Aunt and my grandmother had both died in this house. Birthdays, graduation parties, and anniversaries had been celebrated here. The echoes of life had reverberated within the walls of this place. Now, the house sat silent. It would never again know happy screams of kids having a water-balloon war out in the front yard, nor would it hear the cries of anguish as the matriarch of the family passed away surrounded by her family. What once was a home full of life was now just an empty house made of drywall and paint. I sat there for a moment contemplating just how much family history was actually made here. As I thought hard about my siblings and my parents, I felt pained at the thought of our strained relationships. We had all scattered once we had the opportunity to be free of each other. My oldest brother had married and moved away as soon as possible. My sister now lived in northern California. My parents too had moved away. I was now living in Utah. Only my older brother had remained behind. The lump grew larger in my throat as tears welled up in my eyes. I held back sobs of anger and pain. Why was I hurting? Hadn’t I dealt with these issues already? I walked back to my old bedroom and sat down under the window. I pulled my head down into my knees and cried. I could hear yelling and screaming in my head. Shouting matches between siblings and parents, brothers and sister, rattled inside my brain, making the pain grow. I sat there and cried. I hadn’t cried like this in a long time. Eventually I ran out of tears and tired gasps of sorrow and regret washed over me as a blanket of drowsiness enveloped me. I leaned my head back and fell asleep.
I woke up to the sound of footsteps. It took me a moment to realize what I was hearing and hurriedly stood up. Had someone followed me? I knew the police were patrolling the area sporadically. Had they seen me enter the house? I knew there would be a possibility of getting a trespassing citation, but I figured I could either talk my way out of it seeing as to how I was a former resident, or I could probably fight the citation in court if the judge knew why I was there in the first place. Ultimately, passing through the gate had been a calculated risk that I was willing to take for the sake of my art. I got up from my corner of the room and moved towards the door. If there was someone in the house, I needed to know. I didn’t want my gear to stolen, and if there was a cop in the house, I wanted to ensure I didn’t get shot.
I was greeted by the sight of a startled chubby boy standing on the other side of the door. His round cherubic face was crowned by a head of short curly hair. His hazel green eyes stared widely back at me. He clearly didn’t expect someone to be here in the house. His body recoiled in fear as he cowered back towards the hallway. “Wait, what are you doing here?” I asked as non-threateningly as I could. The boy muttered something that I couldn’t quite make out. “What did you say? I couldn’t hear you” I replied. “Are you here to rob us?” he timidly responded. “Rob you? What are you talking about?” I asked as confusion set in. “What are you doing here?” It was his turn to be confused. “Uh…I….live here?” he replied. “What do you mean you live here? No one lives-“I stopped midsentence. I hadn’t noticed in my initial shock but the room wasn’t the same. A familiar blue couch caught the corner of my eye. In front of that was an old console TV with a partially broken antenna hanging on the wall behind it. I walked further in to the living room to notice wood paneling on the walls. A large mirror hung on the wall to my left. Familiar yellow lamps sat on round drop-leaf tables on either side of the couch. A large hutch sat in one corner, a collection of letters and bills, mail advertisements, and a phone book covered scattered over it. “What just happened?” I asked out loud to no one in particular. I was thoroughly mystified by what my eyes were seeing. I had walked into the house from the front door and had stepped into an empty white room with slate floor tiles, but somehow now found myself in a furnished room with brown carpet that was all so familiar to me, yet was nothing but a distant faded memory. I turned to look at the boy still startled by the intrusion of a strange man looking wildly around the room in total shock.
“You can take what you want, just please let me go. I don’t want problems.” He stated his voice still shrill with anxiety. I blinked a few times as I tried to process just what the heck was going on. I gathered my thoughts as best I could and tried to reassure him. “Kid, I’m not here to rob anyone. I was just-“I shook my head “Where the hell am I? Am I having a dream?” I asked myself. “I must be dreaming. I’m just tired and still sleeping. This is all a dream. Yeah, that’s it.” I needed to sit down. Being back in the old house must have overtaxed my senses, I told myself. I’d having a dream about an old memory. I walked over to the chair next to the couch and sat down. I sunk into it and rested my head back towards the wall.
The boy kept his distance, but sensed I wasn’t there to hurt him. He looked me over with anxious curiosity. He stood at the far end of the couch, examining me while he played out scenarios in his head in preparation for a quick exit. “Why are you in my house?” he asked me. “Dude, this is all just a dream I’m having. I’m not really here.” He reached over to the couch and picked up a pillow. He reared his arm and threw it at me. It landed in my lap. “I don’t know, man. You sure seem to be here.” He said to me. I opened my eyes, startled. I looked down at the pillow he tossed and examined it. I ran my hand over the fabric and felt its texture. I remember this pillow. This was the pillow I would roll under my head as I lay on the couch and watched TV as a kid. A sudden realization hit me as I looked around the room with fresh eyes. No longer was I blinded by the fog of confusion. I knew exactly where I was.
I was home.
I looked at the boy still standing at the edge of the couch. I looked him over and realized who he actually was. I stared in disbelief as I smiled and tried to put him at ease. “It’s ok Johnny. I’m not here to hurt you. No one is going to hurt you. Please, sit down” I told him. I motioned to his end of the couch. “Who are you, and why are you here?” he asked me.
“This will be hard to believe, but I’m you” I said with an incredulous tone, “I’m not sure how I ended up here, but I’m here.” He looked at me as I had grown a second head. “That doesn’t make any sense. How could you be me? Did we invent time travel? Oh! Are we secret government agents with the CIA?”
I chuckled. “Wait, wait, wait. Let’s start at the beginning. I’m you at 38 years old. You’re…what, 11… 12 years old? It makes sense. I fell asleep under the window in my- our old bedroom. I didn’t come here on purpose or in a machine. And no, I’m not a government agent.” His face contorted to display understanding, disappointment and finally suspicion. His eyes narrowed as he leaned in towards me. “How do I know you’re really me?” he asked. I thought about it for a moment. How could I prove to him that I was who I said I was? A few seconds of silence settled between us. I stroked my chin, thinking of a solution.
“I have a better idea. Ask me questions that only you know the answers to.” “Okay” he responded. He glanced around the room trying to come up with something. His eyes fixated on the Nintendo sitting under the TV cabinet. “What game do me and Nathan have a map of?” I looked over at the NES. I hadn’t thought about this for years, but I knew instantly what he was asking. “YOU don’t have anything. Nathan is the one that made the map for Section Z” His jaw dropped. He tried to trick me, but his plan failed. He knew well and good that Nathan never let him play. It was always ‘I’ll let you play when I die’ or, ‘you can play when I’m done’. The problem was that he never followed through. Usually by the time Nathan was done, the NES was overheated, and the game would no longer load until it cooled down. By that point, it was time for bed.
“How do you know that?” he asked in astonishment. “I know these things because I’m you. Just like I know that you wear t-shirts to the pool because you’re embarrassed by what others will think of your body. I know that you used to think that people that die off in movies were prisoners that were set to be executed from death row, so they used them for making movies. I know all about you because I’m you”
Johnny sat on the end of the couch in bewilderment, his mouth slightly agape. He had never told anyone any of this. He didn’t have any close friends to talk to about such things, and those friends he did have were more acquaintances than friends. There was only one way he could possibly know these things. He was talking to his future self.
I could see Johnny’s mind completely explode. There lay endless possibility and the answers to a million questions he could ask about his own future. He started to ask a question, only to stop, close his mouth, and try asking another. I knew if he kept this up he would have a stroke or something. “Dude, calm yourself. Let’s talk this out rationally, otherwise you’ll end up stroking out or something.” I told him. He took a deep breath and I could hear him muttering quietly. I knew he was trying to form a coherent sentence before he actually spoke it. I did it all the time. “Ok, first of all, are we rich?” he asked with tempered expectation. I chuckled and grinned back at him. “No, not at all. If I was rich, would I be dressed like this?” I replied as I motioned to my beat up brown Vans and worn out jeans and T-shirt. “We-, I – make enough to get by. I’m not poor, but I earn enough to pay the bills.” His face grew a smirk as he commented “Yeah, I figured. What do I do for work? I mean, what do you do for work?” I thought about it for a second. I wondered how much information I should divulge to a younger me. I still didn’t think this whole situation was really happening, but if it was, I probably should proceed with caution. “Well, it’s complicated. I do a little bit of everything. You know how you’re constantly taking things apart? Let’s just say that it’s good to put them back together in order to keep them working. Take good notes on paper if you need to, and make sure you have a clean work area so you can keep track of all the parts.” He gave me a sheepish look. He knew exactly what I was talking about. I had spent countless hours sneaking dad’s tools to my room so I could figure out how something was built and try to figure out how it worked. I had gotten myself into some pretty bad trouble with dad over a drill, his timing light, and other stuff I had taken from his room. His belt had become quite familiar with my butt cheeks.
I gave him a knowing smile. “What else do you want to know?” He thought about it for a second. “Do we have a girlfriend?” I laughed, probably a little more than I should have because his face contorted into a sour frown. “You don’t need to be a jerk about it” he scowled. I continued to chuckle. “Yeah we have a girlfriend. We have more than a girlfriend” I could tell he was irritated with my vague indirect answers. I knew what he was asking. I remember the crush I had on my neighbor across the street. We had been friends since kindergarten, and had been classmates for 1st, 2nd, and 4th grades. We got along really well, and I knew from around 12 or 13 that I wanted to be her boyfriend. Unfortunately, things never progressed beyond the ‘just friends’ stage of things. It wasn’t from lack of effort on my part. We had just grown up together most of our lives that she didn’t see me as anything more than a brother and friend. “Dude, look. You just started to go through changes and you are starting to notice girls, but that doesn’t mean that you need to love every girl that shows you a little kindness or subtle interest. You need to slow down and let things happen naturally. You can’t force a relationship with someone.” Johnny pondered these words for a moment. I sat back and put my feet up on the coffee table. I looked around the room some more while I waited for another question. There was so much I had forgotten, but being back here had unlocked more and more memories that continued to wash over me. I was trying to hold on to my cool as not all those churned up recollections were pleasant. I stood up and walked over to the front door to peer outside the small central window embedded into the center of it. I could see the old neighborhood as I remembered it all those years ago. The lot across the street that served as a parking area for those that worked at the wheel works at the end of the block was empty of cars. I furrowed my brow as I thought for a moment. An empty lot meant it was afterhours or the weekend.
The gears in my own head started turning. “Wait, where is everyone?” I asked Johnny. Johnny turned to look at me still processing my last response. “Uh..oh, Mom and dad are out of town. They took a trip east this time. I think Rio said they are in Arizona right now. Rio and Nathan went out to get some food and to rent some movies from Video Showcase. Knowing them they’ll eat out first. Talia is staying over at Tia Rosie’s place today with her friends.” I grunted at his response. My mind was wandering as he mentioned Talia and Tia Rosie.
A sudden sharp pain pieced my heart. The pain of a thousand memories now unsealed spilled out from the box I had locked them away in. Tears welled in the corners of my eyes as I turned back to look at Johnny. He felt it too. He stared at the floor with an intensity that made me think it would burst into flames at any moment. I walked back over to him and sat next to him. He didn’t move. I placed my hand on his shoulder, and he threw himself into me. I could feel the tears dripping onto me as he sobbed intensely. “Hey man, its ok. It’s going to be ok.” I said as my own tears started to flow uncontrollably. I pulled him close and draped my other arm around him.
I knew the pain he was feeling. It was such a heavy burden, and I knew there was no one he felt he could talk to. I remembered it all so vividly. We sat there for what seemed to be an eternity. When we finally stopped sobbing, and our noses ran dry, we tried to breathe our way through to calmness. I got up and knelt in front of him. “Johnny, listen to me and remember what it is that I’m about to say to you. You are stronger than you think. You are stronger than you believe. NO ONE should ever have to go through this. Just because it happened to Talia, doesn’t mean you have to put up with it any longer. I know you didn’t think it was wrong, but I’m telling you that what she is doing to you is wrong. Talking to mom and dad isn’t going to make them hate you. You are not doing this to her, she is doing it to you. I’m not making excuses for her, but she is also more damaged than anyone realizes, and she is also dealing with the same level of pain you are. Remember that we do unto others what has been done to us. That doesn’t mean we need to continue the cycle of abuse” The lump in my throat grew immense at my own statement. I swallowed it as best I could and continued “You are going to deal with this pain a little bit at a time, and you’ll slowly get over this. It’s like a broken bone. When it happens, you don’t realize how bad the pain is until the adrenaline wears off, but then the immense pain is there. Just remember that this will pass. Just like a broken bone, you will heal over time, and one day, you will realize that the pain is gone and the bone is no longer broken. You’ll remember the pain, but it won’t hurt anymore.”
Johnny sat there in stunned silence. I knew he didn’t have anyone to help him through this. He couldn’t talk to Rio or Nathan about what was going on. Mom and Dad were constantly working to keep the family fed and sheltered and while they provided materially for their kids, emotional help was less available. Perhaps it was due to their energies being divided into 4 kids, a mortgage and multiple jobs, or perhaps it was also the culture of not talking about problems. Either way, they needed to know what was happening. They wouldn’t be able to fix it otherwise. “They’re going to be mad at me” he finally said after a few moments of silence. “No they won’t be. They love us all. I know you’re not used to hearing it, but they do love you. Everything they do is because of their love for us. This isn’t your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong. Telling them isn’t going to cause them to be angry.” I thought for a moment to find a good analogy. “You love Odie and Lady, right?” He nodded in agreement. “Ok, how would you feel if you knew someone you trusted was coming to the house and beating up our dogs when we weren’t around?” He thought about it for a second before his face changed to anger. “I’d want to kill them!” “Yes, but would you also feel sad that you weren’t there to try to protect them?” I reasoned. His face changed again. He understood what I was saying. Mom and Dad would be angry, but not necessarily at him. They would also feel a great sadness knowing that someone was hurting their child.
I smiled at him. He understood. I nodded. “Dude…You’re going to come to understand that life is not what you think it will be. Life is messy and can change in an instant. The plans you make today may not make it to next week. A lifelong goal can be derailed because of something out of your control. Mom and dad have spent their life protecting us with the goal of keeping us safe, but circumstances out of their control have affected their kids, and now we- you all have to deal with the fallout. Just remember that you are not the culprit. Yes, mom and dad will be hurt and angry, but not at you. Trust them. They don’t do things to hurt us” Johnny hugged me. I- He didn’t have many people he could trust and open up to. He liked to talk a lot about everything going on in his life, no matter how trivial. Everything, except this. This was a shameful topic, and he didn’t feel like anyone would understand why he didn’t go to an adult sooner. The problem was simple. He simply didn’t understand that it was wrong. Now that he had an adult that he could talk to, himself no less, he wanted to lift this burden off his shoulders. He was happy to have found someone and he hugged me tightly. I hugged him back just at tightly. It wasn’t every day that I could meet my younger self and help to comfort them. “Thank you” he said to me.
The world darkened, and everything faded to black.
I lifted my head out of my knees and looked around. I was sitting under the window in my old bedroom again. Had I fallen asleep? I pulled my phone out of my pocket and checked the time. I was emotionally drained and incredibly tired. I hadn’t had sleep like that in years. I got to my feet and looked around the room briefly before walking out to mom and dad’s old room. I grabbed my camera and slowly walked the house, snapping picture after picture. The only sound to be heard was the sound of the camera shutter and my soft footsteps. I thought about my dream as I took pictures.
Upon entering my room, a random memory hit me.
The stash.
I was pretty sure I had taken the hidden box when I moved out all those years ago, but since I was here, I should double check. Heading into the closet, I pushed the panel that led to the attic space out of the way and peered in. I couldn’t see anything, so I reached up there to feel around. The box was indeed gone. I felt around for a few more seconds and was surprised to feel what felt like a thick envelope. I didn’t remember leaving anything up there, but after pulling it down and giving it a cursory glance, I figured it was an old envelope of lost love letters. It wasn’t until I blew off the thick layer of dust that I realized what I was holding. It was a letter. Not just any letter. It was addressed to me.
Under the now semi-cleared layer of dust were the words “To be opened by future me”. I looked at it for a few moments before opening it. I couldn’t remember making this at all, much less storing it up in my secret hiding spot. If ever I hid something, it was in the stash box. My hands shook a bit as I started to open the envelope and pulled out the yellowed pages inside. I started reading.
"Dear Future John. I have spent the last few years remembering a dream I had when I was younger. Life was…difficult at that time, and I spent a lot of time escaping my reality by reading a lot of books and watching a lot of TV. On the off-chance that what I think is a dream really happened. I wanted to write some things down in an effort to give you my thanks. I merely consider myself a conveyer of thanks, although I will pile on my own thanks to you for your words of encouragement. I remember finding a stranger in the house one day while I was home alone. I was afraid he was there to hurt me at first, but after a few moments, I came to realize I was meeting myself. Well, I was meeting me, but from the future. I think he said he was in his 40’s, but I couldn’t tell you with any certainty. Either way, we talked. We talked about life, and what the future held in store for us…
Mostly though, we talked about the abuse. Well, Talked is being generous. We cried, and then we talked. I don’t remember exactly what he told me, but I remember how he made me feel. He made me feel safe. I felt like I could trust him. Trust myself. In the end, he gave me the courage to stand up for myself both at home and at school. He also gave me the courage to talk to mom and dad about what was going on between me and Talia. I do remember being afraid that I would be punished, but he reassured me that they wouldn’t, and that they loved me.
It was a difficult and awkward conversation, but in the end, arrangements were made for me to share a room with Rio and Nathan. I didn’t have much of a relationship with Talia for a long while, but after some years, we managed to patch things up. She apologized to me, and I came to understand the abuse she herself was subjected to by so-called family friends. She didn’t tell me this in an effort to excuse it, but to merely help give me closure to a difficult time from my own childhood. Mom and dad promised to be more attentive to us and we sort of established what I guess you would call an open door policy. We talk more about stuff that’s happening in our lives. Mom is much easier to talk to now. Dad is a little more patient with us too. I apologized to them for not coming to them sooner, and dad gave me a “nugget of wisdom” that I think I’ll live by: We can’t fix what we don’t know is broken. I’ve tried to make sure I talk to them when something is wrong, and I’ve tried to implement that in my life so I don’t have problems with other people.
I’m trying to grow up to be a good guy. I want to have good relationships with people. Nathan says I’m turning into a people pleaser, but I don’t necessarily see that as a terrible thing. I know when to say no to someone. Well, either way, I wanted to make sure I thank you for the help you gave us. I probably won’t remember writing this, but I hope I do find it again someday. Here’s hoping I turn into the man I feel you are. -John Age 16."
I stared at the letter, the words blurring as tears welled up in my eyes. I quickly brushed them away as I quietly spoke to no one in particular. “Thanks guys. I hope I live up to your expectations” I folded the letter, placed it in my pocket, and walked out of the room. After picking up my backpack and tripod, I silently walked towards the front door, my footsteps echoing in the empty house. I turned to look back at the empty living room one last time, and after a moment, I walked out.

Hopefully I’ll get a response back from them! I’m so tired of sitting around all day waiting for these recruiters to contact me just for them to ghost me. What a shit job market for this generation. This the only thing I’ve ever been happy about within the last 3 months as these been the worst months of my life by far. I’m glad to say I have applied to the Job corps. Thankfully I was able to choose 3 options as my interest and it wasn’t restricted to just one. The best thing about job corps is that it’s free and there’s a campus I can stay at. That’s absolutely amazing bc that will be the first time I’ll be out and away living somewhere else for a couple of months like college. Man I should applied to more group based things that got me out the house more let live somewhere like a cabin for some forest wilderness group. Hopefully this will make me productive.

So 2yrs ago, i got my first tattoos which we all know is one of the most haram things in islam.
I have 9 right now( visible ones are on my arms and collarbone) and planning to get more But the only thing stopping me is family...
I knew that there would be consequences to getting them but it felt so freeing to be able to finally express myself.
But unfortunately when there are family gatherings i have to wear long sleeves and clothes which cover my body till my neck. It's literal hell in summer.
Or every time i go out in a public place i always carry a jacket with me just in case i run into a family member. The thing is im not scared of them finding out. but they will make it such a big deal and then gossip about it which definitely will make my dad and sister unhappy.
I can gratefully say that my dad is a good father who loves me unconditionally. He knows im an atheist and about the tattoos. He obviously doesn't support this "lifestyle" of mine as he is a believer, but he luckily didnt force me to follow or disown me because of my choices. He just said something along the lines , as a believer he did his job( telling me that i should believe in islam etc) but it's up to me at the end. But you know how the older generation have this " what would people say", mindset. My sister too shares the same opinion.
Another thing , RAMADAN is a month i absolutely dread because of how i need to fake being a muslim.
During this month my family organises several gatherings for iftar During which i have to lie 10000 times When im asked what did i eat for suhoor,what time do i wake up, etc When i actually do not fast at all xd. Or when i have to pretend to be reading the duah when opening my fast lol I dont even remember the words For the prayer i sneak out most of the times
Im tolerating these annoying things just for the sake of my father and sister cause i dont want them ( the family) to annoy them and be like " your child/sister is a sinne why dont you say anything/ youre a bad fathesister" blablabla.
Anyways that was my little rant Anyone in similar situations lol?

The integration of AI in education is revolutionizing the learning landscape, enabling tailored interactive experiences for each student. Gone are the days of one-size-fits-all teaching methods. AI presents a myriad of possibilities for personalizing education, adapting learning content and pace to meet individual student needs.
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Moreover, AI can automate administrative tasks, freeing up educators to focus more on teaching and less on paperwork. Teachers can utilize the insights gained from AI to better understand their students and guide them on a more personalized learning journey.
The benefits are plentiful, from maximizing student engagement and providing instant feedback to facilitating differentiated learning and supporting students with special needs. As we continue to integrate AI in educational settings, it’s crucial to address concerns such as data privacy, and ensuring AI complements rather than replaces human educators.
Interaction is another strong aspect of AI. Chatbots and virtual assistants are becoming classroom fixtures, conducting conversations and assisting with language learning. They can provide instant responses to common inquiries, offer assistance with assignments, and even practice conversational skills in a safe, judgment-free environment.
Accessibility is also enhanced with AI. Students with visual or hearing impairments can gain from AI-driven tools designed to convert text to speech or speech to text, offer sign language translations, and more.
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We are a two-person team from Northern Europe (Germany and Denmark) looking for an artist to partner with us! We want to release a visual novel soon (more than 70% completed with a playable demo, see link) and create a JRPG sequel (passion project with 5 years worth of love going into the project) set in the same world after that. The world we are working on is set in a dystopian Solarpunk future. The visual novel is a coming-of-age drama full of interesting choices, while the JRPG is a humorous dramedy, offering a balanced blend of thought-provoking themes and laughter.
Play the demo for our VN here ( to play it, use Password 1234 since it’s an alpha version and therefore delisted right now): https://gurusam.itch.io/rottenroots

1. The VN project offers:

Rottenroots is a coming-of-age visual novel where every decision you make has an impact. A teen must try to get love and life under one hat in a mysterious sci-fi world where a wrong move could be your last. Will you help him make the right choices?
Features include
-6+ endings with very different outcomes
-Packed full of decisions that make a difference
-Around 20.000 words long and can be finished in 1,5-2 hours (in the final version)
-A mysterious sci-fi world to get lost in
-Three-dimensional characters full of flaws, dreams, and desires
-Forbidden love, extraordinary adventures, the whirlwind of teenage emotions... and night swimming?
-Join a game that will be released soon and a dedicated team!
- Needs: 11 Backgrounds, 7 characters (3 with additional outfits and 5 expressions each), and UI.

2. The JRPG project offers:

-A sequel to the VN, set 20 years later.
-A balanced blend of comedy and mature drama, bringing depth to characters and narrative.
-Innovative dialog fighting system based on psychological research.
-Meaningful choices lead to distinct endings, empowering players' agency.
-The fresh world is set with Solarpunk aesthetics and a colorful ocean to explore.
-Educational aspect, shedding light on the horrors of WW2 and the dangers of fascist movements.
-A detailed and long GDD full of visual explanations.
Needs: Character designs, enemy designs, tile sets, facial expressions, and more are needed
We are seeking a (pixel) artist to join us two! The revenue generated from the game's launch will be shared equally (we are considering releasing the VN for free in a basic version). We work with the GameMaker, but you don't have to know that engine. Our (pixel) artists will have ample creative freedom within the project, enabling them to infuse their artistic vision. Let's create great game visuals that will get the players' attention! We would also consider other art styles if they fit the world.
We are a dedicated team that has already put in a lot of work. We have social media profiles for these projects ready to go with hunderts of followers, just waiting for more concrete content. We also have a structured approach to project management with a detailed Notion board that lists and categorizes every aspect of these games. We would love to work with someone reliable who is 18 or over and ideally has a portfolio.
So please give us a swing, and let's build a game we'll all be proud of!

I recently found out that person who I trusted my savings to make investments has fled the country and is currently being sued by 8 other people for not paying back what he owes. Now, I'm feeling like an idiot
For some context, I (32 f) live in an underdeveloped Latin American country. I've worked since I graduated highschool in so many different places from family businesses, retail stores, advertising companies, and I'm currently working as a LS teacher. I mostly live paycheck to paycheck, but I had managed to save a little bit of money with some additional projects, around $4.5K, which may not sound like a lot, but is half my yearly salary, so, for me, it is.
Last year, I decided I wanted to invest that money instead of having it in my bank account. On the one hand, because I wanted it to generate some more money. On the other, because the country were I live in is currently experiencing a massive security crisis that has us, common citizens, living in fear. It's not rare to hear stories of people whose bank accounts have been ransacked by criminals through violent and coercive acts.
As I don't know how to invest or were to do it, I contacted a friend of my boyfriend (let's call him AJ) who worked in one of this investment funds or whatever they are called and asked about it. I had heard that some other friends had made some money through him. That, and the fact that we knew him and his family made me trust him. At first, at least.
While we were still talking business, he started to become pushy and to ask me repeatedly for the money, I told him I needed to wait and check the documents and all. I didn't like that, and had a bit of a bad gut feeling, but finally I assumed that the pushy part, was just him being himself (as he is known for being an annoying person). After a couple of days, I decided it seemed legit, signed a contract and wired the money. It was supposed to be for a full year, so I waited patiently. The year ended a couple of days ago so I tried reaching out to him, but his number was disconnected and his Whatsapp deactivated. Then, I searched for his wife, whose social media I followed and noticed I couldn't find her. Through some digging up, I was able to find a Facebook account with a different name. With that account, she had posted furniture for sale. That's when I started getting suspicious, because a lot of people are selling all their stuff to migrate due to lack of safety in our home country. At that point, I called my boyfriend to inquire about this friend and he told me he hadn't seen or talked to him for a couple of months, neither did the rest of their friends in common.
At that point, I went through all the information I could find online and turns out that his businesses, which were supposedly going pretty well, hence the lavish lifestyle he and his wife had, in fact didn't make a lot of money. And then, I checked the local judicial database, just to discover he had a total of 8 open cases for not giving paying back money to his investors.
I was devastated. I guess that it might take me a two to three years to save that amount again, and that's if there are no unpredictable expenses through the month. I had some plans for this year, like replacing my car and getting a minor surgery I've been postponing, which I don't know if I will be able to accomplish. My boyfriend consoled me and promised me he was going to talk to his family to ask how they can pay me back.
My SIL is best friends with one of AJ's sisters, so we asked if she knew anything about him. Which she replied "Yeah, I heard he and his family had to flee the country because they were in trouble, just one of the sisters stayed here". Through last activity in WhatsApp and other social media, I can guess they left last month.
So now my fears came true. I don't think I'll ever see my money again. But, even though this sucks tremendously, what's worse is how guilty and dumb I feel. At some point I had this gut feeling, but didn't trust my own instincts, and decided to trust someone who wasn't worthy. I can't believe I was scammed this way. I considered myself a smart, put together person, but know I'm insecure about my own capacity.
Talking to my boyfriend and one of my best friends has helped me feel better, but I'm unwilling to let other close people know about what happened, because I'm afraid they will think I'm stupid. I don't even know if taking legal action is worth it, as it might cost more that the actual amount. The people I could consult about this for free are the lawyers in my family, but it's just too embarrassing to let them know how easily I was scammed, as when I doubled checked the contract I noticed some sketchy things that I hadn't noticed at the time.
I guess I'm here just to vent some more, as I don't think I will tell the rest of my family and friends in the near future.

Visual representation of potential data schemes
Hi all, I am a laboratory manager working on creating a Power App to track chemical inventory for the R&D group of a start-up company. Cash flow is an issue for us, so I'm limited to the tools available through Microsoft365 or free software.
I'm new to Power Apps and have played around enough to think it will probably do everything I need it to, and I can find answers to individual technical questions online. I'm struggling, though, to figure out the best way to organize and store my backend data. From what I can tell so far, SharePoint lists are better than Excel files for this purpose when using Power Apps as a frontend. My company does not pay for Dataverse or SQL licenses.
I will be the primary user of the app and curator of the underlying data, but it is likely other laboratory employees will also use it to find items and log them as they arrive or are consumed. The data I would like the user to be able to see and edit are:
Chemical name Chemical formula CAS# Container size Size units University barcode Company barcode Manufacturer UPC Number in stock Site Room Shelf/Location
These data can be generally organized into the chemical, product, and container categories:
Each chemical has a name, formula, and CAS#. These data go together and never change.
Each product contains a given chemical (with associated formula and CAS#) and has a manufacturer, UPC, size, and unit. These data go together and change slowly or not at all. Ideally I would like to be able to use a barcode reader to scan a product's UPC to retrieve its manufacturer, chemical contents, and size/unit data. A given manufacturer may produce different products that contain different amounts of the same chemical, and of course will produce many products containing different chemicals. We may have multiple containers of the same product on hand at any given time.
Each container represents a product and contains a chemical. Containers seem like the most logical basic unit of tracking for this system. Each container may or may not have either a university barcode (our R&D facilities are leased from a university and their EHS department applies individual barcodes to each chemical container that arrives on campus) or a company barcode (we have another facility away from the university and the capability to generate our own barcodes for individual chemical containers). Ideally I would like to use these barcodes to associate each individual chemical container with its location (site, room, and shelf).
The total number of chemical containers on hand now is around 300 and will likely grow to 450-600 in the coming year. Turnover is also around 300-500 containers per year.
My first pass at creating an inventory app involved loading all of these data into a single SharePoint list. I understand this to be a suboptimal data structure (the list contains redundant information and lots of null fields). But I don't have the experience to weigh how much of an issue this actually presents for my use case. In this most naive structure, I would simply add and remove records as containers arrived and were consumed. Inventory on hand would be tracked by tallying containers of the same product. This might actually fulfill most of our needs as far as knowing what we have on hand and what we need to order more of. It would not, however, give us any information on usage rates (not really information we need for now, but obviously useful in some contexts) or maintain a record of used containers. Again, that's not a function I'm sure we need, but I can imagine it being useful to answer to university EHS that a particular container was used and disposed of if their records and ours are inconsistent.
The second approach I've considered is a star schema in which chemicals (with associated formulae and CAS numbers), products (with associated UPCs, manufacturers, and sizes) and locations (sites, rooms, and shelves) are stored in dimension tables (SharePoint lists) and a fact table (another list with foreign keys referencing the ID fields in dimension tables) is used to log the receipt and disposal (and potentially location transfer) events of individual chemical containers. Inventory would be tracked either by summing receipt and disposal events or maintaining a count variable for each product. With turnover of say 500 containers per year this table would grow by a minimum of 1,000 records per year. This would put the fact table at 5,000 records in 3-5 years and then necessitate managing the view limit in SharePoint. I understand this is doable but don't really have a sense for the practical implications.
The third approach would be to use dimension tables for chemicals, products, and locations as above, but instead of using a fact table to log events, simply use an inventory table to store a record of each container received, with a status column that could be changed from 'in stock' to 'disposed of' at the appropriate time. This is another probably naive approach that would, as I see it, cut the number of records in the central table by at least half, since only one record is required per container instead of a 'received' record and a 'disposed of' record. But I don't know enough about data management theory/practice to know what problems this might create.
I would love to hear any guidance you may have about these data schema or any alternatives you might suggest. I would like this system to be as robust and flexible as possible within the limitations of my data storage options and abilities, but I also have a tendency to overthink things and not enough experience to tell when I've moved from "sensible and good enough" to "dramatically overengineered." So, with the context that this system will likely handle between 500 and 1200 records per year, involves 13-15 total columns/attributes, and is not (as of now) part of any larger BI or analytics initiative, should I put significant effort into organizing a solid foundational data scheme, or just use a single wide table to get a "good-enough" picture of inventory on hand?
Thanks in advance!

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I feel like this is a very common misconception that’s had a lot of discourse in this sub especially, so I just wanted to get it out of the way. It is literally IMPOSSIBLE to be unattracted to an entire race of people. This would imply that you see literally everyone of that race as looking the exact same, which is cause for medical concern if you truly see others this way. Typically when someone says they don’t prefer ____ race, they’re really saying that they don’t like certain traits that people of that race may have more commonly. These traits can be physical or in regard to personality. For example, you don’t dislike Asian men, you dislike certain characteristics that you see more frequently in Asian men, but many of them may not even have these traits. You may dislike White men based off common personality traits or physical attributes, but what about the ones who don’t even fit those stereotypes. There will always be plenty of exceptions to the features that you don’t find attractive in different races, and immediately judging people for qualities they may not even possess isn’t a fair assessment. Not every white guy is a racist neo nazi, not every black guy is a BBC hoodrat, and not all Indian guys are unhygienic.
The only other reason that you could have for saying you don’t like an entire race, is because you’re socially conditioned to see them as beneath you. This is largely due to the effects of colonization and it typically comes at the expense of darker skinned people regardless of their own character. Generations of humiliation against certain minorities have led others to think less of the groups as a whole, and consequently even themselves. You believe that you don’t like ALL _____ because you think that they are inferior to you and don’t deserve your time. We’ve all heard stories of people being attracted to others until they find out that said person is Asian instead of Latino, or fully black rather than being biracial, etc. The classism that is placed on race, especially in western countries, conditions people to view someone as being either lesser or higher value based on where they fall on the social hierarchy. It may not even have anything to do with what someone looks like aside from skin color.
With that being said, feel free to share your own thoughts and opinions in the comments.