In the shop, waiting for my car to get alignment. This helps exercise my brain. What do you do to pass the time & unwind?

For anyone asking I'm fine, I'm alive I'm Just focusing on my life University, Job, and just getting better And came back in Glory God bless you Ladies and gentleman

I'm surprised we don't have a "dating" category like we did in the last S/OG, so I'm going with "Mental/Physical Well-Being". Anyway, I recently discovered the YouTube Channel "Hoe Math". I know, the name is a bit inappropriate. I don't believe in calling ladies "hoes" (with very rare exception, and even then, it's usually when in the confidence of other men when venting), even if they can act that way. However, beyond the word, the channel makes a lot of great logical points about how dating dynamics work, recognizing one's value, recognizing the how and why behind modern disturbing dating trends, and provides several great tools to determine if any relationship has an equal amount of give and take, referred to as "The Table". As a great sample/intro video, I've added that below (first video). It's about the host reacting to a video where a "lady" with a septum piercing (big red flag off the bat) is trying to make a weak argument that sleeping with 100 men is no different than sleeping with one man 100 times. Yes, she seriously tries to argue that. What does Hoe Math do? Actually breaks it down in a very logical and reasonable way, with some amusing illustrations. I especially felt our younger members could greatly benefit from this, as the host also describes several of the obstacles they'll likely encounter in the modern dating scene, and pitfalls best avoided. The next video is called "The Table", and further breaks down that concept of give-and-take in relationships. Video #3 is another example of a "lady" who uses the "I am the table" argument to exploit services from men, and in return maybe giving them a little attention. When you finish this video, I guarantee you're probably going to vomit in several ways (mentally, emotionally, maybe even physically), reevaluate where you stand with the women in your life, and hopefully make some drastic changes. Spoiler alert: I see this behavior consistently here in California. It's mind boggling how many times what starts as a nice exchange between myself and a prospective lady who shows several signs of strong interest, quickly turns into my being disposable and ghosted as soon as I establish a boundary and decline to do something for them when they either stop stepping up reciprocation, or start withholding base level reciprocation (pulling back the attention they give regardless of my consistent effort). I've never before lived in such a place where it's one-way-benefit transactional as here. Sure, there was always a "transaction" process in some form, but it used to be a little more equal.

he talked about emotions and how to deal with them.

Gents, I’m currently trying to learn how to let a dream die. Rather, how to kill a dream dearer to my heart than just about anything. For over a decade—nearly half of my life—I’ve aspired to become a schoolteacher. I didn’t know if I wanted to teach elementary, middle, or high school, I didn’t know what subject I wanted to teach, and I certainly didn’t know where I wanted to teach whatever it was I would end up teaching. All I knew was that, more than just about anything in the world, I wanted to be a teacher. Not a professor, not a coach, not an online guru, but a teacher at the front of a classroom—guiding the youths who walked through my door through the impossibly precarious roads of adolescence. I’ve dreamed about living in a small town or suburb, where I’d be walking to the grocery store and stumble upon some students or their parents, and we’d know each other by name. About former students dropping by after years, decades, just to catch up or share how their life has changed. About showing as many people as I could that there are still teachers who will put their 120% into their students, despite the crippling expectations, regulations, and obligations that come with the almost-livable wage. To most people, that hardly sounds worth it. Most people are right. And I think I’m starting to become most people, too. To be fair, it isn’t financial aspirations that are crushing my dreams. There’s no veil that’s been lifted, exposing my innocence to the harsh reality that I no longer feel ready to face. The thing I’ve been coming to terms with is myself. I’ve spent the past 5 years (& 1 month) desperately clinging on to my declining mental health as I awaited the “next stage,” where things would finally get better. Boot Camp, MCT, the Schoolhouse, my first & last duty station in Okinawa, my return home to Irvine, CA, my attempt at dorm life in Fullerton (still CA), and now, I approach half a year in Chicago. Every time I reached the next “stage,” I puffed out my chest, rolled back my shoulders, brought down my jaw, and stepped into where my life would finally begin. Every time, I tried to leave the hours, days, weeks, months, and years I spent in misery behind so I could finally turn the page.