A poem

 Shadows of Solitude

In the quiet corners of the mind, Where light seldom dares to tread, Lies a shadow, vast and kind, A cloak of sorrow, heavy as lead.

Depression, like a silent thief, Steals the colors of the day, Leaves the heart in quiet grief, As night swallows the light away.

Sadness, a river, ever flows, Through the landscapes of the soul, Its waters deep where no one knows, Eroding dreams, making one whole.

Loneliness, a companion grim, Sits beside you, day and night, No words to speak, no hope to skim, Just the echo of an endless fight.

Yet in this darkness, there’s a call, A whisper of the dawn to come, For even shadows on the wall, Must yield when light begins to hum.

The Ticktock ban ⏰️🕰

 

Well Ticktock got me through Covit. It also  had the benefit I got exposed to new friends and new cultures. 

It aloud me to step out of my comfort zone. It's aloud be when I can't sleep to join a live were i can see a friend pant a beautiful picture and chat with her.

It's been a real help with my depression.  It help me though my strokes.  It has been a real help.

Now we have to live in a world with out ticktock. There is other platforms. There only one ticktock. I lived before ticktock is will  live after Ticktock. 

I can sad when the change the algorithm3 years ago.  Sudden I went from my views per week when from 1.5 million  to 5,000. That was devastating.  Then posts getting flaged for some things the other people don't. Ticktock has become left leaning. I been informed that I got a violation if I get one more i will be banned. 

I think that that old ticktock had already gone. It died long ago.   

Bueno, Ticktock me ayudó a superar el COVID-19. También tuvo el beneficio de que me expuse a nuevos amigos y nuevas culturas. 

Me permitió salir de mi zona de confort. Me permitió unirme a un live cuando no podía dormir y ver a una amiga pintar una foto hermosa y charlar con ella. 

Ha sido de gran ayuda con mi depresión. Me ayudó a superar mis derrames cerebrales. Ha sido de gran ayuda. 

Ahora tenemos que vivir en un mundo sin Ticktock. Hay otras plataformas. Solo hay un Ticktock. Viví antes de Ticktock y viviré después de Ticktock. 

Me entristeció cuando cambiaron el algoritmo hace 3 años. De repente, pasé de tener 1,5 millones de visitas por semana a 5000. Eso fue devastador. Luego, las publicaciones se marcaron por algunas cosas que otras personas no hacen. Ticktock se ha vuelto de izquierda. Me informaron que recibí una infracción y que si recibo una más, me banearán. 

Creo que ese viejo tictac ya se había ido. Murió hace mucho tiempo.

Eh bien, Ticktock m'a aidé à traverser Covit. Il m'a aussi permis de rencontrer de nouveaux amis et de nouvelles cultures. 

Il m'a permis de sortir de ma zone de confort. Il m'est permis de rejoindre un live quand je n'arrive pas à dormir et de voir une amie prendre une belle photo et discuter avec elle. 

Cela m'a vraiment aidé avec ma dépression. Cela m'a aidé pendant mes AVC. Cela m'a vraiment aidé. 

Maintenant, nous devons vivre dans un monde sans Ticktock. Il existe d'autres plateformes. Il n'y a qu'un seul Ticktock. J'ai vécu avant Ticktock et je vivrai après Ticktock. 

Je suis triste quand l'algorithme a changé il y a 3 ans. Soudain, je suis passé de 1,5 million de vues par semaine à 5 000. C'était dévastateur. Ensuite, les messages ont été signalés pour des choses que les autres personnes ne voient pas. Ticktock est devenu de gauche. J'ai été informé que j'avais commis une violation si j'en commets une de plus, je serai banni. 

Je crois que ce vieux tic-tac est déjà parti. Il est mort depuis longtemps.

Na gut, Ticktock hat mir geholfen, Covit zu durchqueren. Es ist mir auch gestattet, neue Freunde und neue Kulturen zu treffen. 

Ich habe die Erlaubnis, einen Komfortbereich zu wählen. Es ist mir gestattet, live zu revanchieren, wenn ich nicht im Schlaf ankomme, und eine Freundin zu sehen, ein schönes Foto zu machen und mit ihr zu reden. 

Dies hat mir geholfen, meine Depression zu lindern. Cela m'a hilfé pend me AVC. Cela m'a vraiment assisté. 

Wir leben in einer Welt ohne Ticktock. Es gibt noch andere Plattformen. Ich war gerade bei Ticktock. Ich war vor Ticktock unterwegs und lebe nach Ticktock. 

Ich habe versucht, den Algorithmus vor 3 Jahren zu ändern. Soudain, ich habe 1,5 Millionen Zuschauer pro Woche und 5.000 verkauft. Es ist verheerend. Anschließend werden die Nachrichten darauf hingewiesen, dass andere Personen nicht anwesend sind. Ticktock ist devenu de gauche. Ich habe mich darüber informiert, dass ich einen Verstoß begangen habe, wenn ich ein Pluspunkt begehe, und das ist verboten. 

Ich bin davon überzeugt, dass dieses alte Tic-Tac ein Déjà-Parti ist. Es ist der Tod seit Longtemps.
Rückmeldun.

好吧，Ticktock 幫助我通過了 Covit。它也讓我結識了新朋友和新文化。 

它大聲地讓我走出我的舒適圈。當我睡不著去參加直播時，我可以看到一個朋友拍著一張美麗的照片並與她聊天。

這對我的憂鬱症確實有幫助。  它幫助我完成我的划水。  這是一個真正的幫助。

現在我們必須生活在一個沒有蜱蟲的世界。還有其他平台。只有一顆滴答聲。我在ticktock之前住過，在ticktock之後也會住。 

三年前改變演算法時我會感到難過。  突然之間，我的每週觀看次數從 150 萬變成 5,000。那是毀滅性的。  然後帖子會因為其他人不知道的事情而被標記。 Ticktock已經變得左傾。我被告知我已違規，如果再有一次，我將被禁止。 

我想那個老蜱蟲已經消失了。它很久以前就死了。

Hǎo ba,Ticktock bāngzhù wǒ tōngguòle Covit. Tā yě ràng wǒ jiéshìle xīn péngyǒu hé xīn wénhuà. 

Tā dà shēng de ràng wǒ zǒuchū wǒ de shūshì quān. Dāng wǒ shuì bùzháo qù cānjiā zhíbò shí, wǒ kěyǐ kàn dào yīgè péngyǒu pāizhe yī zhāngměilì de zhàopiàn bìng yǔ tā liáotiān.

Zhè duì wǒ de yōuyù zhèng quèshí yǒu bāngzhù.  Tā bāngzhù wǒ wánchéng wǒ de huà shuǐ.  Zhè shì yīgè zhēnzhèng de bāngzhù.

Xiànzài wǒmen bìxū shēnghuó zài yīgè méiyǒu pí chóng de shìjiè. Hái yǒu qítā píngtái. Zhǐyǒu yī kē dīdā shēng. Wǒ zài ticktock zhīqián zhùguò, zài ticktock zhīhòu yě huì zhù. 

Sān nián qián gǎibiàn yǎnsuàn fǎ shí wǒ huì gǎndào nánguò.  Túrán zhī jiān, wǒ de měi zhōu guānkàn cìshù cóng 150 wàn biànchéng 5,000. Nà shì huǐmiè xìng de.  Ránhòu tiězǐ huì yīn wéi qítā rén bù zhīdào de shìqíng ér bèi biāojì. Ticktock yǐjīng biàn dé zuǒqīng. Wǒ bèi gàozhī wǒ yǐ wéiguī, rúguǒ zài yǒu yīcì, wǒ jiāng bèi jìnzhǐ. 

Wǒ xiǎng nàgè lǎo pí chóng yǐjīng xiāoshīle. Tā hěnjiǔ yǐqián jiù sǐle.

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When instilling a Dishwasher went wrong.

The Great Dishwasher Duel

​It was supposed to be a completely ordinary day on the job as an apartment maintenance worker out in Tukwila. I had a standard work order for an appliance replacement—a dishwasher. It was the kind of routine job I’d done a thousand times before without a single problem.

​Removing the old dishwasher went perfectly fine. I slid it out, set it aside, and got the brand-new one unboxed and ready to go. But I should have been more careful. I really should have been wearing gloves. Why? Because the underside of a dishwasher is a hidden maze of razor-sharp sheet metal. 🔧🪓

​I was hunched over, trying to muscle the new unit into the opening, but the bloody thing kept catching on something underneath. I gave it a firm tug to get it into place. Suddenly, it broke free.

​My hand was right in the danger zone. The sharp metal edge sliced clean across the top of my hand, completely flaying a section of my skin wide open. 🩸

​Now, I don't particularly enjoy the sight of my own blood. Luckily, I found a rag nearby—hopefully, it wasn't a special cleaning cloth, but it was going to have to do. I wrapped it tight around my hand to stanch the bleeding.

​Looking down at the mess, I thought to myself, Well, of course this means management is going to have to find one of the important employees to finish installing this bloody dishwasher, because I need to take a day. 

I walked into the leasing office, trying to be as polite as possible under the circumstances, and found my manager. "Ah... so this just happened," I said, unwrapping the cloth to show her the damage.

​Her eyes went wide. "Oh, that is bad! You need to get some stitches right now." 🩹

​She quickly grabbed the appropriate worker's comp paperwork so the employer would cover the bill, because God forbid I have to pay for a trial-and-error injury on the job. 

Then, she jumped into the driver's seat to take me to urgent care, since she was the only one free to drive me. 🚗

​My boss was a young woman, quite a bit younger than me and rather petite. We got to the clinic and sat there for what felt like forever, just waiting and waiting to be seen.

​Finally, the medical staff called us back.

 But before they even looked at my hand, they pulled me aside into a completely private room. They looked at me with deadpan, serious faces and asked, "Is this a domestic violence situation? You can speak freely with us." 🤐🕵️‍♂️

​I stared at them, completely dumbfounded.

 "No! She's married, I'm married, and she is literally my boss. She’s just the only one who was free to drive me to urgent care!"

​I burst out laughing, but let me tell you, the medical staff did not have a single ounce of a sense of humor. They just stared at me blankly while they stitched me up. To this day,

 I still have the scar to prove it. 🧵

​On the drive back home, I couldn't keep it in anymore. I turned to my boss and said, "You are never going to believe this. They pulled me aside separately because they thought you did this to me! They thought we were a domestic dispute!"

​We both absolutely had a massive laugh over that. She shook her head, giggling, and said, "Well, I guess I'm a hard-core girl, aren't I? Look what I did to you!" 😂

​It became a running joke between us that we talked about constantly. A small woman, a giant dishwasher, and a clinic staff with zero sense of humor—definitely a day on the job I’ll never forget.

I'm a "ick" to women.

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 So I'm a "ick" to women

To men I'm not a true man anymore. I'm disabled stroke survivors 3 times.  I have periphero vision issues.  I can't drive  can't work.  So I'm not value to anyone 😕  

Pour les hommes, je ne suis plus un vrai homme. Je suis handicapé survivant d'un AVC 3 fois. J'ai des problèmes de vision périphérique. Je ne peux pas conduire ne peut pas fonctionner. Donc je n'ai de valeur pour personne 😕  🥴

I'm not a man anymore im a "ick"

 In shadows cast by daylight's scorn,I sit alone, my heart forlorn.The world outside, it moves so fast,While I remain, a shadow cast.

My hands, once strong, now idle lie,No purpose, worth, beneath the sky.The 'ick' they call it, this disdain,For one whose life is not the same.

Disabled, labeled, set aside,A man no more, my soul denied.Unemployment's heavy chain,Drags me down, in silent pain.

I hear the whispers, feel the stares,Of those who pass, unburdened, free.Less of a man, with empty hands,My worth is measured by their sands.

The clock ticks on, a cruel jest,Each second mocks my idle rest.What use is strength that cannot work?What pride, when pride is but a quirk?

In dreams, I am what I once was,But morning light brings back the buzzOf silence, where my deeds should be,Instead, there's just this void, this 'me'.

So here I sit, with head bowed low,The 'ick' of worthlessness does grow.A man reduced to what he's not,In this harsh world, my lot is fraught.

No accolades, no labor's pride,Just echoes of what's left inside.A shell of what society deems,A man, now less, in broken dreams..

TRIP OUT TO MOVIES

 I want out to the movies.  I saw the new sonic, the hedgehog movie. It was not that great.  I had get out for my mental health. How lonely  it is these days. The loneliness  is crippling  at times. I want out to the movies. I saw the new sonic, the hedgehog movie. It was not that great. I had get out for my mental health. How lonely it is these days. The loneliness is crippling at times.Sometimes, a movie night sounds amazing. That new hedgehog flick didn't quite hit the mark, though. It happens – not every film can be a winner. Getting out of the house is still a good move. Fresh air and a change of scenery can do wonders. ,