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11 Things NOT To Do With Narcissists, Ever - Duration: 5:27.

11 Things NOT To Do With Narcissists, Ever

Having a business with a narcissists is the worst thing that can happen to you.

Narcissists basically a type of people who will bring you down to the hell without you

realizing it.

They will do it carefully, slowly, and painfully.

It takes quite long process that you will not notice even the slightest possibility

of evil intention.

However, when you have noticed you are dealing with narcissists, please avoid these.

There are 11 things that you should not do with narcissists.

#1 - Don't take them at face value

They have worked hard to make their face look valuable both physically and mentally.

That is why if you only look at them through both dimensions, they will be happy and they

will win.

If they win, they will be boasting up, seeing them as a more powerful person than you are.

#2 - Don't share sensitive personal information

Some personal information such as your worst experiences and your flaws can be the weapon

against you when you feel desperate.

Be sure to not share them once you meet narcissists.

Otherwise, you are again risking yourself to be used by the narcissists.

#3 - You should not justify yourself

Just keep your feeling to yourself especially when you are fighting against narcissists.

Otherwise, they will only make you suffer through arguments, debates, and misleading

opinions that will never end.

It is just exhausting.

Unless you have time, never do that thing to narcissists.

#4 - Don't minimize their misbehavior

People around narcissists may be tired for their misbehavior.

However, it is one tactic that they do for preventing you from realizing their flaws.

Be sure to stay awake and be rational.

Don't argue with them, but be aware every time they make movement.

They can read you, and they can start attacking you.

#5 - Don't put any responsibility

You cannot trust narcissists to do even the simplest tasks.

They will do, at its best, but they have hidden intention later on.

At some point, they will neglect their responsibility, making it impossible to complete your task.

Basically, you are putting responsibility to wrong person if you do.

#6 - They don't share your ideas

They have another vision of the real world, their imagination.

That is why you actually play in a level in which you cannot reach.

It is just completely useless.

It is practically impossible to grasp their ideas because it just does not exist.

#7 - Don't play their games

They are expert in manipulating people, and that is why you should not try playing the

same game for manipulating them.

It will just waste your valuable time.

#8 - Don't take their actions personally

If you believe what they say, if you get mad because what they do, they become excited

and satisfied.

It feels like they have won the battle because no one is happier than they are.

#9 - Don't expect empathy

Their nerve for empathy have long gone, and they only have power to make you suffer instead.

#10 - Don't expect them to change

It is unfortunate, no matter how you love this person, that narcissistic is a disease

that cannot be cured so easily.

It is because they do not consider themselves to be sick, disabling the curing process.

That is why they will never change.

#11 - Don't underestimate

They are basically powerful people who have nothing to lose.

They will always in search for satisfaction through sufferings from other people around

them.

Well, that's all of the 11 things not to do with narcissists, ever.

So, what do you think about this?

Please share your thoughts and experiences in the comments below!

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Reiki to Speak from a Place of Love and Kindness - Duration: 8:14.

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সরাসরি আজকের রাতের বাংলা খবর ২৭ ফেব্রুয়ারি ২০১৮ Bangla Tv News Today - Duration: 12:22.

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Аниме приколы под музыку | Anime Crack | Смешные моменты аниме | Анкорд жжёт | Аниме музыка #30 - Duration: 4:49.

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Hilarious President Trump Tells Purim Story [Rabbi Trump Impression] - Duration: 4:15.

What's the story with Purim?

I'm Pinchas Taylor

and this

is Taylor Talks

Every year

the Jewish community celebrates

Purim

it's fun for the entire family

and customary to dress up

So this week we thought it would be fun

to tell the story of Purim

dressed

as President

as President Donald Trump

This is your president

Donald

Donald J

Donald J Trump

by the way

the J stands for

Jewish

and I would like to share with you

the story of Purim

A huge time ago

the President of Persia

some guy

named King Achashveirosh

Jared that's how you say his name right?

anyway

he ruled so many countries

from India-

isn't that where Pocahontas is from?

So many countries from India to Ethiopia

and a whole bunch of other

holes in between

okay?

One special day

he decided to have

a big feast

in Achashveirosh Tower

with all of his friends

all of his advisers

and of course

the Pe-ople

This was a

great

great great

great great feast

Bigly!

His wife

Queen Vashti

was supposed to come out

and dance for the people

but when she refused

he told her

YOU'RE FIRED!

Now that he was single

he could

have a Miss Universe contest

in order to pick a new wife

and he chose Esther

to be his new queen

and she was beautiful

believe me

Now, you won't hear this

anywhere else

they won't tell you this

but Esther was Jewish

my daughter's Jewish by the way

and her cousin Mordecai

smart man

very

very very

very very smart man

made her keep

her Jewishness a secret

that it wouldn't become

leaked in the palace

believe me

you got to be concerned with leaks

Now the King had

a chief of staff

Haman

bad man

very

very very

bad man

a bad hombre

okay?

Just like the fat

and ugly

little rocket man

Kim

Kim Jong

Kim Jong Un

Haman wanted Mordechai

to bow to him

but Mordechai

refused

Haman

who was pure evil

by the way

wanted to destroy

all the Jews

and convinced Achashveirosh

that the Jews

were bad people

and that they should be killed

Mordechai gathered the Jewish people together

and they repented to God

the greatest

God

there is

and begged Esther

to make a deal

with the king

in order to save the Jews

so Esther

and the entire Jewish people

spent three days

reading my book

the art of the deal

and they didn't eat

for three days

because it's just that good of a book

believe me

Esther approached the King

and invited him and Haman to

to two dinner parties

after the second dinner

where the king said way too many

L'chaims-

Jared

did I say that okay?

anyway

I don't drink

by the way

Esther told the

King

of Haman's

evil

evil evil

evil evil plan

and revealed

that she was Jewish

The king was so angry

that he released his fire

and fury

and frankly

power

and passed a law

That the Jews could fight back

and it ended up being

that Haman

was hung on the gallows

that was meant for Mordecai

and so

if you think about the hidden force at work

that went to save the Jews

it was

them reading

my book

the art of the deal

which can be bought on Amazon

Jared

please

put the link in the description

okay?

So the Jews win against Haman

lots of winning

they were winning

so much

that Queen Esther said

King Achasveirosh

enough winning!

Your people are

bored with winning

but the king said

no way

We will never

be bored

of winning!

and so

every year we had a huuge party

to celebrate

huuuuuge

huuuuuge party

so I want to wish

all the Jewish people

all the pe-ople

worldwide

a very happy Purim

and that you should continue

winning

and winning

and winning

in all of your lives

in the most

Bigley way possible!

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February 27, 2018 | Tuesdays With Terry | Orphan's Promise - Duration: 1:14.

This past weekend I had a wonderful opportunity to spend some quality time

with many of our supporters, donors to Orphan's Promise and met lots of new

friends as well. One of the great things over the weekend was being able to tell

them that we have a brand new website and I'm excited to tell you about that

as well. I hope you'll visit it orphanspromise.org I want you to come because I

want you to see for yourself where we're at work and what we're doing. I want you

to not just hear about what we're trying to do in the lives of kids. I want you to

meet the kids themselves. I want you to see the result of your investment if

you're a supporter of Orphan's Promise, and if you're not yet, I want you to get

so excited about what you see on the website that you say "I want to be part

of that!" so take a look at orphanspromise.org. We've got wonderful

opportunities to see stories from around the world, for you to understand what is

our mandate? What's our vision? What is it that we're trying to accomplish? We want

you to come along with us! So will you visit OrphansPromise.org, and then let

us let us hear how you'd like to be a part of what we're doing. We need all of

you, so come on board! God bless you!

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No Cook Instant Paan Coconut Laddu (Laddo) in 3 mins | नारियल लड्डू रेसिपी - Duration: 4:35.

Take some gulkand in a bowl

Chop some nuts of your choice

Add it to the gulkand and mix together

Roughly chop the paan leaves

Transfer to a blender jar

Add condensed milk, drop of green colour

Blend together. Add little water if need be

Take some desiccated coconut

Add the blended mixture

Combine together

Apply some ghee onto your palms

Make laddus by stuffing the gulkand mixture in the centre

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"Tales From The Gas Station" Parts 3,4 & 5 | Creepypasta Readings | scary stories - Duration: 32:40.

There are times when this world drifts so close to the fabric of reality that I can

hear something calling me from beyond that veil.

Sometimes when I get too close, I can feel that thing on the other side tugging at the

corners of my mind.

I'm worried about Carlos.

He doesn't seem to be taking this so well.

In case you don't know, I work at the shitty gas station at the edge of our small town,

and weird things have been happening for as long as I've been here.

I've finally started to tell some of my stories, and if you haven't caught up yet,

I would like to invite you to read part one and part two.

When I returned to work after my post yesterday, I was delighted to find a stack of receipt

papers sitting neatly on the register counter with notes written in my own shaky hand-writing.

I don't remember writing all of these notes, but then again, I don't remember a lot of

things.

It is possible that I'm working too hard.

Or maybe the fumes coming from beneath the gas station are playing tricks on me.

Or perhaps it's just another side effect of my condition.

At any rate, I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Or any other animal in any other orifice, for that matter.

Admittedly, my handwriting isn't the best.

And at times, the scratches on the receipt paper become nearly illegible.

So if anything herein seems unbelievable, it's probably because I copied it wrong.

With that in mind, this is my best effort at a transcription:

7:00 – It's getting dark earlier these days.

7:30 – Farmer Junior came into the gas station tonight, asking about the hand plants.

I told him that they weren't there anymore.

He left his phone number scribbled on the back of a coupon for fifteen-percent off bulk

pig feed from an online retailer.

I think he's trying to send me a message.

9:00 – I think maybe some kids are playing a prank on me.

I found a lawn gnome behind the pork rinds.

I didn't think much about it, and put him in a box behind the counter.

But then I found another matching lawn gnome in the soda case.

I added this one to the box as well.

It wasn't until I noticed the third and fourth lawn gnomes that I started to suspect

something.

I had taken out the garbage and found the gnomes perched atop the branch of a tree next

to the dumpster, staring down at me like gargoyles.

I used a chair and broom to knock them down, and I put them in the box with the other three.

When I got back to my desk, I found a note on my chair written in red ink.

It says simply, "I'm in the walls."

I don't know who wrote it, but the paper smells like oranges and plumeria.

10:00 – There is a strange scratching noise coming from the tiles above the cash register.

I fear Rocco and his brood may have infiltrated the building again.

11:00 – Farmer Junior called the store.

He asked about the hand plants.

I assured him that they weren't there anymore and if they ever showed up again, I would

call him.

I think he's beginning to suspect that I'm lying.

12:00 – One of the cultist recruits wandered in from the community in the woods.

(They hate it when I call them cultists.)

I know the recruits aren't supposed to interact with the outside world, but from time to time

they will sneak into town, never any further than this gas station, and buy cigarettes.

They aren't supposed to try and recruit new members until they graduate to the honorable

senior cultist status, but this one isn't a very good cultist.

I know they aren't supposed to have names, but I'm going to call this one Marlboro.

I'll let you guess why.

Marlboro stayed in the store for at least half an hour, trying to convince me to go

back to the compound with him.

(They hate it when I call their home a compound.)

He tried to appeal to my logical side, but I let him know politely but firmly that I

was not interested in logic.

I can't remember when he left.

2:00 – I found myself digging again.

Sometimes, on slow nights, I let myself drift.

My mind goes somewhere and when I come to, I wonder: where was I just now?

Who was that controlling my body while I was gone?

My body did those things I've done so many times before that I guess it's learned how

to do them without me.

My body restocked the cigarettes, my body rotated the frozen drink machine, my body

scraped the mold off the bottoms of the ice buckets, my body emptied the rat traps, and

somewhere along the way, my body found a shovel, went out back, and started digging a hole.

Actually, I shouldn't say my body "started" digging.

I have been, or rather "my body" has been digging this hole, off and on for the last

few months.

Usually, I come to after a few shovel-fulls.

This time, I added another foot deep before I snapped back to reality and asked myself,

"what the hell am I doing?"

3:30 – I just noticed a door at the end of the hallway past the walk-in cooler.

How long have I worked here and never noticed that door before?

It seems disappointingly ordinary as far as doors go, except for the fact that it's

warm to the touch and feels like it's vibrating.

I tried the handle, but it's locked.

When I got back to my register, I noticed a man in a trench coat standing outside beyond

the gas pumps, just outside the reach of our lights, dangerously close to the road.

I can't tell if he's looking at me, or if he's looking past the building at the

woods on the other side.

I wish he wouldn't stand there like that, stoic and still, with his arms reaching down

past his knees.

The scratching against the tiles in the ceiling over the counter is getting louder.

3:45 – A man came into the store, rolling a large white ice chest behind him.

He had sunken blue eyes, wiry hair coming from his nose and ears, long boney fingers,

and paper-thin skin revealing every blue and green vein beneath the translucent dermis.

He wore a bowler cap and smelled like milk.

I had definitely never seen him around before.

He asked if we would be interested in partnering up with him.

He sold ground meat at discount prices, but I told him that our store doesn't do well

with the "fresh foods" category, recommending he try his hand at making jerky.

Before he left, he scooped about a pound or so of raw ground meat from the ice chest onto

a piece of parchment paper and gave it to me as a "sample."

Once he had left, I took the meat into the cooler, where I found another lawn gnome waiting

for me.

I put the gnome into the box with the other seven.

4:00 – Carlos just told me something very strange about Kieffer.

4:30 – There was a kid named Spencer Middleton who went to the same high school as me and

Kieffer.

Spencer was just a year ahead of me, but looked much older and acted much younger.

I live in a small town, and small towns get bored.

For entertainment, some turn to gossip, some turn to more sinister pass times.

The latter often fueled the former.

There were rumors around town that Spencer liked to torture and kill animals.

Rumors that Spencer's parents and siblings always locked their bedroom doors when they

went to sleep at night.

The rumors didn't slow down any after the fire at Spencer's house, where Spencer was

the only one to escape unscathed.

I once saw Spencer gleefully stomp on a lizard, throw his head back, and laugh.

Some short time after his house caught fire for the second time, Spencer left town.

The story went that he had gone off and joined the army.

I didn't know what to think about that, so I simply didn't think about that.

I would have been perfectly happy to never think about that, but after all these years

I'm forced to.

Because Spencer Middleton just came into the store and bought a cup of coffee.

He's sitting in one of the booths, talking to Kieffer.

Marlboro, is back.

He asked if I could spare him some time to talk about his fake religion.

(They hate it when I call it a fake religion.)

I told him he had to leave.

He seemed upset.

4:45 – Spencer and Kieffer sat around for a while and didn't buy anything but two

cups of coffee.

When they finally left, I let Carlos know.

He had been hiding under a blanket in the walk-in cooler, although I can't really

understand why.

Carlos explained to me exactly what happened.

He finished his shift a couple nights ago and had just left the gas station when he

saw Kieffer's SUV pulled over in a ditch at the bottom of the hill.

Carlos, being the good guy he is, decided to check and see if Kieffer needed any help.

He says that when he pulled up and got out of the car, he could hear what sounded like

a loud crunching noise coming from just beyond the tree line.

Carlos went to investigate.

That's when he saw something.

When I asked Carlos what he saw, he just started speaking Spanish in a fast, panicked sort

of way.

I don't speak Spanish, but I nodded along empathetically.

The only word I could pick up was "Strega," which is the name of a liquor we carry.

Whatever it was that Carlos saw, it made him race back to his car as fast as he could and

back out quickly, without looking.

And that's when he ran over Kieffer.

Carlos is a good guy.

But here he was in a bad situation.

He stopped long enough to get out, check on Kieffer, and confirm that he was definitely

dead.

There was nothing he could do that would change that fact.

It was an accident.

Carlos was on parole.

There was that thing in the woods, and Carlos had to make a decision.

So, he heaved the body into the trunk of his car and drove off.

Carlos took me to his car and showed me the body.

I can confirm, one hundred percent, that it was Kieffer in the trunk of his car.

Not just because of his unmistakable face, but also because of his phone and wallet that

were in his pockets.

5:00 – I finally got tired of the scratching and pulled our ladder out of storage to see

what the racoons were doing in the ceiling, but when I pushed back the tile, the only

thing up there was another gnome.

That makes one dozen so far.

6:00 – The man in the trench coat is still outside.

The cultist came back in, demanding an audience with me, insisting that if I would just listen

to him I would see that his reasoning is superb and flawless, and that I would be a fool not

to join him in the perfection of logic and nirvana that is his belief structure.

I agreed to listen to his pitch if he would agree to ask the man in the trench coat to

leave.

Our hasty verbal contract in place, I steeled myself to listen.

Honestly, he did make a few good points, but I suppose that's to be expected from a viral

thought experiment strong enough to convince perfectly normal people to abandon their real

lives and go live in a commune in the woods past the shitty gas station on the edge of

town.

They call themselves "mathmetists."

They believe that humankind exists to fulfill two moral imperatives: to decrease suffering,

and to increase happiness.

A successful life increases happiness more than suffering.

A decent life decreases suffering more than happiness.

How good a person is can be determined by the spread between the happiness increased

and the suffering decreased.

Obviously, if the individual has a negative spread—that is, if they've increased happiness

less than they've increased suffering, or if they've decreased suffering less than

they've decreased happiness—then that means, very simply, that the individual is

bad.

Therefore, if an individual causes a tremendous amount of happiness and suffering, one can

simply determine which was higher, and use this perfect rubric to determine whether that

individual was good or bad.

Simple, right?

The mathmetists believe that the world has been going about good and bad in the wrong

way.

For eons, we've been attempting to increase happiness, when instead we should have been

focusing on decreasing suffering.

As happiness is a fluid concept, and the more happiness you create, the harder it is to

sustain, as happiness has a clear set of diminishing returns.

Suffering, however, is consistent.

Suffering results from happiness coming to an end.

Suffering is pure, and eternal.

For a mathmetist to be supremely good, they must simply end all suffering.

That is why the mathmetists are working on a bomb to destroy the entire planet.

By ending all life on earth, they end an infinity of suffering into the future.

With every life they avert, an entire lineage of people that would be born into a life of

suffering will no longer.

Every death is a preemptive mercy-killing.

Every happy moment that will no longer occur pales in the face of all the sad moments that

are likewise prevented.

And so, as Marlboro explained, their murder cult believes that killing is a kindness.

I told him that his ideas were stupid and he was stupid and that now he now had to go

tell the man in the trench coat to go away.

6:30 – The phone rang.

This is strange for two reasons.

First, because it was not the land line.

It was the cell phone, even though we do not get cell phone service way out here.

And second, because it was the cell phone.

The one that I took off of Kieffer's body.

I'll admit, I was stuck in a bit of a moral quandary ever since Carlos confided in me.

On the one hand, Carlos had killed someone.

On the other, it was an accident and Carlos's parole officer may not see it that way.

I thought I would have more time to figure this out, but when the cell phone started

ringing, I knew I had to make a decision.

I answered it.

I didn't speak first.

The voice on the other line was one I recognized.

"You have something that belongs to my boss."

It was Spencer Middleton.

"His cell phone and his wallet," I answered.

"What?

No!

We don't care about that shit!

We can buy more phones.

We can get more wallets.

You know what we want."

He was right.

I did.

"It was an accident," I explained.

"We know.

We want to make a deal.

You give it back, and we pretend this whole thing didn't happen."

"Can we do that?"

"Absolutely."

7:30 – Carlos came in for his shift half an hour ago, and I explained the deal to him.

He wasn't thrilled, but as I laid it out very clearly, he didn't have a choice.

We parked Carlos's Camry behind the gas station near the growth of handplants and

made a point to stand far enough away to not get our ankles grabbed.

Kieffer's SUV drove up a few minutes later.

Spencer was driving.

He and Kieffer got out without a word, sized us up, and opened the back of their vehicle.

Carlos popped his trunk.

Kieffer and I stared at each other, keeping eye-contact the whole time while Carlos and

Spencer transferred the body from one vehicle to the other.

Spencer had a tarp and blanket ready to wrap everything up.

When it was over, Kieffer put a hand on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, "You done

good."

Then they left.

Carlos started crying as I went back inside the store.

It was almost day time, and that's when the new part-timer was supposed to take over.

8:00 – The new part timer is late, and I'm overdue for a lunch break.

I made the best of my extra time here by putting price stickers on all the lawn gnomes.

We're ringing them up as "miscellaneous grocery" for $9.99 each, and I've already

sold a couple.

I'm a really good employee.

8:30 – I went to the bathroom and saw a man standing there with his jeans at his ankles.

He wore red and white checkered boxers and a cowboy hat.

He smiled when he saw me and simply said in a somewhat sing-song voice, "Come on man.

Come onnn with it."

I took the opportunity to ask him something that has been burning at the back of my mind.

"Do you know, is everything going to be ok?"

The bathroom cowboy took a second to think, then he pulled up his pants, fastened his

enormous belt buckle, and walked past me, spurs clinking against the bathroom tile.

He stopped for a second when he was right next to me and said plainly, "I appreciate

it."

Then he left.

I honestly have no idea what that means.

These are the entirety of the receipt paper notes, but I did make a point to continue

keeping this journal.

I think this will be a healthy way of chronicling the weird events at the gas station.

Maybe this will even help with my condition, I don't know.

The next time something strange happens, maybe I'll come back and write more.

Until then, I guess this is to be continued…

Edits: Sorry, upon further inspection, I realized that some of the scribbles on the receipt

paper may have been transcribed incorrectly.

I also made some adjustments to the spelling and fixed some typos.

While I was at it, I added another typo just for the observant reader.

Lastly, upon the advice of some of my readers, I removed the part where I listed Farmer Junior's

social security number and address.

word.

I asked Carlos about it when he came in for his fourth shift today, but Carlos simply

looked at me blankly and told me that he doesn't speak Spanish.

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should begin this entry by saying how truly sorry I am to anyone who read part 4.

I had no idea that was going to happen.

The agents have assured me that every trace of the story has been removed from the internet,

and that there is nothing to worry about.

If you were unfortunate enough to have read part 4: I beg you, for your own sake, try

to forget everything.

If you experience nose bleeds, dizziness, migraines, or hallucinations, go immediately

to the emergency room.

If you have a recurring dream of an island made of song, under no circumstances should

you approach or attempt to open the blue door with the painting of a crow on it.

If you did not read part 4: There was no part 4.

It does not exist.

Forget you ever heard of it.

By now, you probably already know that there is a shitty gas station at the edge of our

small town, and that weird things have been happening there.

The city council has personally asked me to stop talking about it, as there have been

some astute readers that not only tracked down our small town from the brief descriptions

I've given, but actually come and visited me at work.

I heard that one of them has joined the Mathematists, and as far as I know the other two are still

missing.

Once again, I am sorry.

I'm not working right now.

It's the first legitimate break I've had since I first started writing my stories on

receipt paper all that time ago.

Time moves funny here.

Flowing slow and fast all at once, like molasses out of a shotgun.

It's a good thing I've been keeping a journal.

I've got a few moments before my laptop dies, and I think now would be the perfect

time to transpose my journal entries, before the battery runs out or the blood loss gets

me.

Right now it's a race to see what happens first.

Before any of you worry, I've already called Tom.

He said he's on his way here to give me a ride to the hospital, right after he picks

up dinner for the Ledford orphans, John-Ben and Little Sister.

Tom and the other deputies have been taking turns checking in on and bringing them food

in an attempt to make the whole thing less tragic.

They've been living on their own ever since the incident that totally did not happen (and

anyone who says otherwise is a damned liar).

There I go again, off on another tangent.

I guess I'll get to it, and type up my journal entries while I still can.

11/02/17

9:00 PM

So much has happened here since the Halloween incident that we aren't allowed to talk

about.

I've been much busier than usual, dealing with the aftermath as well as the cult.

The Mathmetists have been cleaning out our inventory on a daily basis, planning ahead

for some kind of secret event that I only get to hear about in hushed mutterings and

whispers.

Night is coming earlier, and the weather is getting colder.

11/03/17

2:00 AM

The man in the trench coat is back.

He's standing just outside the gas station door, staring in.

He's been there for almost an hour now.

On the bright side, I haven't had a customer come in since he showed up.

On the not-so-bright side, I can't help but feel like he's trying to put thoughts

into my head.

He won't be able to, though.

I've had way too much practice.

Kieffer came in earlier today, before the sun went down, and sat in a booth drinking

coffee for a while.

Eventually, Spencer Middleton showed up.

Spencer had a word with Kieffer, then came storming up to my register, screaming at the

top of his lungs.

He grabbed the display of lotto scratch-offs and threw it across the room.

It was obvious that something had upset him.

That's when I took the earplugs out.

"Everything ok?"

I asked, stupidly.

I knew damn well everything was never "OK".

"Did you hear a word I just said?"

Spencer asked.

I explained to him that I had taken to wearing earplugs in an effort to drown out the sounds

of screaming that periodically radiate through the air vents.

I guess the screams must have stopped a while ago, or maybe I had imagined them.

Either way, I didn't need the earplugs anymore.

At this point, Tom walked into the store.

His white hair looking even whiter than normal.

Spencer, I could see, became instantly aware of the deputy's presence.

"Where is he?"

He half-whispered half-growled, "Where is the other one?"

"Carlos?"

I asked.

Spencer sighed.

"Sure.

Carlos."

"He's not due for another twenty minutes."

"When he gets here, tell him we need to have a chat."

With that, Spencer Middleton let out a shrill whistle and left the store.

Kieffer jumped out of his seat and followed close behind.

Tom helped me pick up the mess and put the lotto display back together without asking

a single question.

I wish more people could be like Tom.

When Carlos got to work, he told me that he had been having strange dreams.

Dreams of something enormous, living, breathing, underground.

The dreams always end the same way: with the gas station collapsed into a giant sinkhole.

I told him that Spencer was looking for him.

That's when Carlos grew solemn and asked me if he could show me something.

In the freezer, behind a stack of boxes labled "Non aprire" (whatever the hell that means,

they've been here as long as I've worked here), there is a moving blanket.

And inside that blanket is another Kieffer.

My first question for Carlos was, "You stole the body back?"

He looked at the ground and shook his head sheepishly like a toddler that just got busted

for cooking meth.

"You killed another one?"

I asked.

Carlos explained: it was an accident.

Again.

3:00 AM

The man in the trench coat is finally gone.

He left claw marks on the glass of the front door.

I checked the security footage to confirm my suspicions.

He always stays just outside the range of our cameras.

Why can't I remember what his face looked like?

3:30 AM

Marlboro was the first "customer" in the store after the man in the trench coat left.

I told him that I was surprised he was still alive.

He mistook this for a compliment and said, "Thank you."

I asked him if he was ready for the big event, but then he just stared at me blankly.

I could tell he had no idea what I was talking about, so I filled him in on how I had put

it all together.

The unusual cultist activity, the whispers, the buying up all of our supplies.

I could tell that something was about to happen.

Marlboro went pale in the face as I was talking, then ran out of the gas station before I could

finish, the 99 cent frozen drink still in his hand.

I know I should write up an inventory loss slip for the theft, but I just can't bring

myself to do it.

As hard as it is to explain, there's just something about Marlboro that makes me genuinely

feel sorry for him.

6:00 AM

I caught myself digging again.

I don't know how long I was out there, or who was running the store while I was gone.

The hole is so deep now that I nearly couldn't climb out on my own.

I should maybe think about considering the possibility of one day asking a doctor if

this is normal.

8:00 AM

Marlboro is currently crying in the dry storage closet.

Through his sobs I could barely make out the story.

Marlboro was sent on some kind of "Vision Quest" for the last week and has no idea what

the other cultists had been stocking up for.

When he went back to the compound earlier tonight, he found the whole place completely

deserted.

Beds were left unmade.

Some plates had food on them.

A fire still burning in the fireplace.

Everyone's clothes were still in their personal milk crates next to their sleeping bags.

But the people--all of the people--were simply gone.

Marlboro isn't taking this very well, but I have a business to run, so I asked Carlos

to help me carry him into the dry storage area.

I figure he can work through some stuff in there and then maybe when he's done he'll

just...

I don't know... go home?

11/04/17

9:00 PM

The exterminators just left.

They say they got all of the snakes this time, but I have my doubts.

11/05/17

5:00 PM

Kieffer came into the store again today and made some thinly-veiled threats.

He asked about Carlos, too, but I told him that I was tired of being the go-between and

that if he had business with Carlos, he needed to take it up with Carlos.

That's when Kieffer started getting weird.

"You know this place is just a big experiment, and you're the little mouse?"

I asked Kieffer to buy something or leave, so he bought a pack of toothpaste, then started

to undress in the store and rub the toothpaste on his naked body.

"They tell me that something is wrong with your brain.

Is that true?"

I tried to be polite and avert my eyes as I answered, "Yeah."

"You have some kind of mental condition?"

I answered again, "Yeah."

"That's too bad."

At this point, Kieffer was completely naked.

He walked over to the frozen drink machine and filled a large cup with the sugary red

concoction before turning it upside down on top of his head.

Then he shook himself violently like a wet dog, flinging bits of cold, sticky debris

across everything from the ceiling to the walls.

Some of it even landing on my face, but I tried not to let him see my flinch.

I knew this was all just an attempt to intimidate me, and I didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

"What is it, exactly?"

He asked as he crossed back to where his pile of clothes waited for him.

"What?"

I asked.

"What is your condition?

Paranoia?

Schizophrenia?

The gay?"

"No," I answered, "I don't sleep."

"You don't sleep?"

He sounded genuinely interested.

"Like, ever?"

"I can't fall asleep.

I haven't slept a single day since high school.

It's a rare genetic condition with no cure and no treatment and one day, it will kill

me.

But until then, I handle the effects as best I can."

Kieffer nodded.

"That must be it.

That must be why he can't reach you."

"Why who can't reach me?"

Right then, Spencer came into the store.

He threw a blanket around Kieffer and ushered him out to the waiting SUV.

A moment later, he came back into the store and offered me a hundred dollars for the security

tape from tonight.

I wonder what I'll spend my hundred bucks on.

9:00 PM

I was beginning to suspect something wasn't quite right in the store.

I've been finding empty candy bar wrappers strewn about, security tapes mysteriously

deleted, strange noises coming through the walls in the middle of the night when I should

be alone.

At least, more strange noises than usual.

At first, I assumed it was just the racoons.

But now I know the truth.

Now I know that Marlboro has been living here for the last two days.

He just walked out of the supply closet wearing a bathrobe, nodded to me as he grabbed a stick

of meat jerky, and went into the bathroom.

It had not even occurred to me that Marlboro never left.

11/06/17

4:00 AM

It finally happened.

I suppose it was only a matter of time.

I know I should feel regret, or shame, or any of the other emotions that normal people

feel after something like this happens, but all I feel is embarrassed.

I came to a couple hours ago with a shovel in my hand.

I had been digging again, and this time I had made some serious progress.

The hole was at least seven feet deep, the steep walls made of loose, red clay.

It took me a while to realize that I was staring up into an inky black night peppered with

uncountable stars.

When some of the bigger celestials started to move, I realized that those stars were

actually just the soulless red eyes of the mutant raccoons staring down at me over the

edge of the hole.

Probably looking for food, those shameless beggars.

I chucked the shovel out of the hole, and that's when I heard it.

Imagine the sound of a butcher's knife hitting a watermelon.

Like a solid, wet, thwack.

Now imagine the watermelon gurgling and falling over like a sack of potatoes.

Oh man, this metaphor has really gotten away from me...

When I climbed out of the hole, I saw the shovel standing upright: the business end

firmly lodged inside the open chest wound of a still-twitching Kieffer.

The Kieffer was dead before I got to his side.

In a final act of defiance, he had turned both of his middle fingers up to me.

I felt just the slightest amount of respect for him before I went into a mental state

that I can only describe as "subdued panic."

The first thing I wanted to do was find something to wrap the body in because, surely, Spencer

Middleton would come for it soon.

When I went into the gas station, I was surprised to find that Marlboro had taken it upon himself

to work the cash register while I was gone.

He was ringing up one of our regulars, Charles, a great big fat man that always buys soap

and boiled peanuts.

I nabbed a tarp off the shelf and took it outside.

That's when I learned something.

Kieffer is heavy.

Like, really heavy.

I understand that a human body is basically just a meaty fleshy water balloon full of

guts and excrement, but nothing could prepare me for how leaky and gross and heavy a dead

man can be.

It was only by some miracle that I managed to drag Kieffer through the back door and

into the freezer without being seen.

It took all of my strength to pull the mass behind the boxes and onto the stack with the

other three.

When I finally finished, I had worked up a sweat, and even the cold of the freezer wasn't

enough to keep me cool.

As I stood there letting my breath come back and adrenaline wear off I took stock of my

situation.

That's when it dawned on me.

There were four Kieffers in that freezer with me.

Four.

Kieffers.

Where the hell did the other two come from?

The freezer door opened and Marlboro entered, dragging a dead Kieffer by the legs.

He stopped and made eye contact with me.

When he saw the Kieffers at my feet, I said the only thing I could think of.

"Well this is awkward."

Marlboro and I decided to open a bottle of Strega Liquore and have a few drinks.

He explained that he had accidently killed Kieffer a couple times.

I totally understood.

The guy was just so easy to kill.

At one point, Carlos came into the freezer to grab a box of cookie dough.

He didn't even acknowledge all the Kieffers.

My laptop's battery is currently at 2%.

It's obvious now that I won't have time to transcribe the rest of my journals before

it dies.

I don't have time to tell you how I ended up at the bottom of this hole underneath the

store with a broken leg.

But I can tell you that I hear someone moving around above me, which is good because I don't

think I'm alone down here.

If you're reading this, it means I managed to upload my story.

If you're not reading this, then…

I don't know, what even are you?

Someone just called my name from the top of the precipice.

I think it was Carlos.

I wonder what happened to Tom.

Why didn't Tom ever show up?

Come to think of it, I seem to remember Tom didn't survive the Halloween incident.

Wait, who the hell have I been talking to this entire time?

I promise, that if I survive long enough to recharge my battery I will come back and tell

the rest.

Until then, I guess this story is to be continued.

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DATE NIGHT WITH CEVICHE!!! | S.03 Ep.31 - Duration: 7:42.

Pisco sour Spanish for I wish we had these more in the United States

And good evening and welcome to another beautiful day here in Chile. I was going to do a Q&A session however

I got an offer that I could not refuse today. Well we're gonna try out some ceviche and

ceviche isn't very common in our parts of the United States in the south or near the ocean you can find ceviche but

ceviche apparently came from Peru and it's here in Chile, and it tastes absolutely delicious and

There's a new restaurant here in Linares that has I'm no I was pointing

That has ceviche so we're gonna go try it out. I can't wait. I am so excited because it's one of my favorite things about

Latin America, it's so good. Let's go ahead

But not only does this place have delicious ceviche, I hope but it also has a cool bar

typically in my parts of the United States

We have way too many bars

here in leonatus there aren't too many places that are just a cool place to hang out grab a drink and

Eat some ceviche so choose to that little pisco sour with a ceviche hmm

Cheers

But far more impressive than all of that is that they make all of the ceviche and the empanadas right here

Right there. You can watch and do it pretty incredible

And I'm learning a whole lot in how to make this ceviche and the delicious empanadas that typically you find on the beach

But you can now find

empanadas with seafood here in leonatus

Thank you lord

So for all of you who think that I just eat and drink for every single episode

I've got news for you. You're absolutely right?

Here is the empanada with the seafood in it. It's so hot

So good

It's so good I might I might just have to

It's that good, okay so right now

We're learning how to make ceviche and we're with the chef his name is Jonathan the same as mine Jonathan

And I wanted him to explain to us just a little bit as to where he's come from

Because it's so rare for us. They have ceviche here in Linares

por que por que estas in inland alleys

Portugal covered in a swirl, ah bless us until you see the Sun tell

the audience until the

cosas

El dorado Revati, yeah

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Modern with local sim oh, yeah, sorry amo

La primera material in early 2000 screen goes yes a common a la

Cinco and a synchronous cinco say wow he's so not yet they

see

Here it is the ceviche so the ceviche has does it happen

salmon shrimp and something else

salmon shrimp in something else

now

Has a mixture of seafood here is the video of how its prepared?

And well it has these delicious function bread that are fried, they're so delicious Hamas's

Yeah artisanal bread no. I'm just saying you

Know I just know artisanal bread hmm so right now

I'm with the owner's son his name is Juan, and he's from leonatus and well

I'll let him do the rest of their talking go ahead one. Okay. I'm compadre. I'm drummer

I'm from Chile leonetti's so now I'm actually I'm saying at Berklee College of Music

And you know that Boston is

Like a great super super expensive. Yeah, so I need your help

Please tell me to keep with my drink

Okay

So his dream is to stay there and go to the University and so what I'm asking for is I'm gonna leave a link

Right below for his donation page if you can help him in any way

To make his dream possible and go back to Boston and keep studying

Well, that'd be awesome. So link is right below. Thank you guys

Thank you

So I want to thank everybody here at the save each a so restaurant because it was an amazing experience the food was delicious

but it was really cool because the

Experience and the ambiance was so amazing the chef does all the work right in front of you

You can see exactly what he's doing and it's amazing because well

I didn't know this that the fish is supposed to smell like watermelon so he let me smell it smelt like watermelon

that's what fresh fish is supposed to smell like I had no idea and

The idea is that it's an experience that you won't forget

And it definitely was an experience that I'll never forget and I'm so happy because this is so close to the plot

The plaza is literally one block that way. We're so close to everything I think that this restaurant is going to do well

it's only been open for three weeks, and I'm so excited because they're also going to do delivery which I

Just love delivery anyways. Hope you enjoyed the video for today if you did

Please give it a big old thumbs up check me out on Instagram Facebook and Twitter all of the links are right below

Also make sure that you leave any questions that you still have for me the next video

I promise is going to be all about a Q&A session, so leave all your comments right below

We'll see you guys next time but for now chop this cow oh

I'm so full

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What is mass and kinetic energy? - Duration: 9:20.

What is mass?

This is a fundamental question,

which has recently, specially since the discovery of the Higgs boson five years ago,

has often come up in questions or discussions

on the IFT videos.

So I'm going to explain what mass is.

And...

this has to do with the Higgs boson in the sense that the Higgs fields in the vacuum

is the origin of the mass of particles with non-zero mass.

But let's cut the chase and let's find out what is mass.

To do that, we're using the scientific method,

which is as follows:

First, choose some concepts

which we consider fundamental,

and preferably defined in a practical way.

Next, study the relations among them,

both theoretically

and experimentally,

to reach our conclusions, if any.

And, if by doing more experiments,

we find that our conclusions are wrong,

we go back to point 1,

and start all over again.

Ok, let's choose two concepts that we consider fundamental:

space, which can be measured by distances,

in practice measured with my own ruler;

and time, which I can also measure with my watch.

If we now take an object

which is moving a given distance in a given time,

with no external forces,

we find that something, the quotient of distances and times,

which is the velocity, is constant.

Well, the velocity not only has a magnitude, which I call "v", but also a direction,

and is hence a vector, something that points in a certain direction.

So let's play a bit with vectors.

I should remind you about how to add up two vectors.

If I have a given velocity, which is a vector pointing in some direction,

and which I call "v1",

and a second velocity, which I call "v2",

the question is what is the sum of "v1" and "v2".

Easy! To add up,

we apply parallel transport to "v2"

until its tail is a the head of v1

and the vector from the tail of v1 to the head of v2

is the sum "v1" + "v2"

These are all the maths we need to go on.

Ok, next thing

is to do experiments in a billiard table.

An ideal billiard table, with perfect and frictionless surface,

with perfect balls, perfectly spherical,

as ideal as possible.

And then, two billiard champions are training by making pairs of balls collide;

each one smacks on a ball, and they check what happens after they collide.

These are vectors.

So the balls bounce back with velocities

in general different from the original ones, this with velocity v2'

(the ' meaning "after the collision)

and this with velocity v1'.

So what we find after many such experiments is the following:

the sum of v1 and v2

before the collision

equals the sum of v1 after the collision and v2 after the collision.

And this holds for any collision.

We also discover

that v1 squared + v2 squared

(these are numbers, so I can take their squares)

equals v1 squared after the collision

+v2', after the collision, squared.

Great! We're on a good track, we have discovered,

it seems, certains laws for collisions,

certain laws of nature in the dynamics of particles.

Let's now change things and perform the same experiment,

but with balls still of the same size, but made of different materials.

In such case, we immediatly find that these formulas are wrong.

To fix them, the most natural suggestion

is to associate a quantity, which I'm calling "m", to each of the two balls,

"m1" for the first, and "m2" for the second.

And we'll find, after much experimenting,

that the combination m1 v2 + m2 v2

is conserved.

And also here if we also add these two things, m1 and m2.

But this holds only for a given ratio of m1 and m2,

a certain ration is the only one such that these laws are valid.

Ok, we have then discovered two interesting things:

one is the conservation of momentum,

which for instance for particle 1 is m1 v1,

and second, the conservation of enegy,

the energy before and after is the same.

Note that the convention, for reasons having to do with other conventions,

such as what is a force and so on,

the formula for the energy we have discovered is 1/2 m v^2.

The enegry 1/2 m v^2

is a conserved quantity in particle collisions.

Ok, it seems we all should be happy that these laws work out.

But if we now do these experiments

with particles whose speed is not much smaller than the speed of light, called "c",

if their speeds are comparable with that of light,

then these conclusions are again wrong.

And the quantity m1 v1,

for the conclusion to hold,

must be divided by the square root

of 1 minus the particle velocity squared divided by the speed of light squared.

This formula must also be modified,

by replacing by c^2 here, removing the 1/2, and dividing by the same square root of 1-v^2/c^2.

Once we do that

the formulas for the conservation of energy and conservation of momentum are now correct.

In the meantime we have also discovered another fact.

I could rotate the billiard table without rotating the balls,

or rotate the balls without rotating the billiard table,

and independent of the orientation of this my reference system,

the laws are still the same.

Thus the basic laws of Mechanics are invariant under rotations.

One last point

Let me

take units in which the speed of light is 1.

Then using these formulas,

we find that, for a given particle, E^2-p^2=m^2

The energy and momentum depend on the velocity with respect to the observed, but the mass does not.

So energy and momentum are not relativistic invariants;

but the mass we have introduced here, which is the intertial mass, is a relativistic invariant.

When we introduce gravity and move on

to Einstein's Theory of General Relativity,

it turns out that the mass sourcing gravity is the same as this.

Inertial mass and gravitational mass are one and the same thing.

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What Happened to the Slave Trade in the Indian Ocean? - Duration: 6:50.

This is the Island nation of Sri Lanka.

And this is Colombo, the Capital of that country.

And in the heart of this city lies a small suburb officially known as the 'company street'

by the Brits, Or as 'Compagnie Wegje' by the Dutch and the current government.

Today it is a bustling commercial area with upscale hotels and shopping malls.

But to its city dwellers, it is known as Slave Island.

Only, most of them don't exactly know where & how that name came to be.

And today it is no longer an island.

We all are very aware of the Trans-Atlantic slave trade and its consequences.

Throughout the years there has been much historical research, social movements, great movies and

many depictions that cover the forced migration of between 12 - 15 million people from Africa

to the Western Hemisphere.

And yes, If you read the title, it was not fully clickbait, kindaaa?

We hardly hear about the slave trade occurred in the Indian Ocean Basin in the same period of time.

And we hardly hear about the trading of the so-called 'coloured slaves'.

And frankly, that's because this area of research is at its early stages and there's an ongoing

movement by many historians to give a voice to the this 'silenced' segment of slaves.

So this small video is about a small sliver of that story now being uncovered.

Prior to the abolition of slavery in 1843 in the United Kingdom, Colombo had a great

population of slaves.

Yes, although Britain passed the Slavery Abolition Act in 1833, around Sri Lanka, or Ceylon as

it was called back then, they had some clear problems doing that until a decade later.

You see, the Portuguese who ruled from 1517 had great trouble cultivating and transforming the land

around the fortifications in the city due to constant wars with the natives.

The Portuguese did what was prudent, and sourced to bonded slaves which they brought or bought

from the colony of Mozambique.

When the Dutch East India Company ousted them in 1656, the Dutchmen stuck to the Portuguese

solution and imported slaves to Colombo which worked well with their policy of not to enslaving

indigenous subjects of the Company territories.

Now, the Slave Island has, for a lack of a better word, an interesting history behind it.

Let's turn to this colonial writer Alan Walters, who in his book 'Palms and Pearls or Scenes

in Ceylon' describes how this island got its name...

"One night in the old slave times before the year 1844.

The Kafir slaves in a certain house in the Fort, in consequence of cruel treatment, rose

and murdered a whole family.

Thenceforth, the slaves were every evening put into punts at sunset, and rowed to what

was then an island, where they were kept under safeguard until the morning."

The Dutchmen, after this incident fearing for their lives that a Kafir Slave might knife

them to death in the dead of the night, confined their slaves to an area called 'Kaffirse Veldt'

(Field of Slaves) and infested the surrounding lake with crocodiles and installed a huge

gibbet to remind the slaves of what will become of them if they attempt to escape.

Now, most of the stories about slavery in Colombo are most likely lost...

This is not very surprising.

Foremost there has never been any civil movement such as we come to see in the Americas for

the emancipation of slaves.

And the only records that exist today are criminal records of different slaves which

are always written from the perspective of their masters accusing and dehumanising the

subjects, almost all would remain nameless in these annals.

However, we do know that, the bonded slaves in Colombo, had a much different life to that

compared to say those in the cape or the Caribbean.

A segment of slaves was even provided a promise of freedom after one year of faithful service.

This was unusual for the time, to say the least, and the Dutch would come to regret

it later when they will face severe slave shortages.

As much as 10000 slaves were put to work by 1661 and slaves constituted more than half

of the population in Colombo clearly depicting the dependency of Colombo on Slave Labour.

This high proportion could be compared to the situation in 18th century Cape or that

of South Carolina.

Colombo would serve as a hub for the officers in Batavia, today Jakarta, to host their slave

trade under the noses of the VOC.

There are accounts of these officers forcefully hijacking and enslaving whole passenger vessels

as slaves.

Now unlike the Portuguese who sorted to supply from East African Coast.

The Dutch in Ceylon, mostly, did not import slaves from the African circuit, although

the details are notoriously blurry and controversial, we now have evidence showing that these slaves

were sourced from the areas of India such as Malabar, Coromandel and Bengal coasts and

from Southeast Asian origins encompassing Malaysia, Indonesia, New Guinea, and the Southern

Philippines.

While the South East Asian slave-making is similar to that of the so-called African Circuit

(which is usually by force), the bouts of the South Asian slave making is quite different,

as they were usually the products of hard times: Individuals either sold themselves

or family members into slavery in times of famine or strife.

Around 1660 saw a boom in the trading of salves in the region, with tens of thousands of salves

been shipped to and from Colombo, mostly coming from South India.

By the turn of the decade this easy supply of voluntary bondage had dried up and the

VOC would sort to traditional supplies of enslavement such as slave raiding and debt

bondage in Indonesia.

Eastern Indonesia replaced South Asia as the main source of slaves for Batavia which also

made more sense logistically as Colombo was much further to the new Batavian Hub.

Also, the much more lucrative trades in the Trans-Atlantic route placed increasingly less

significance on Colombo which no longer showed much promise to the VOC investors.

The British take-over of Ceylon marked the slow demise of the Slave trade in Colombo

and after the passage of time, the slaves metamorphosed into coolies and then to the

statuses of migrant labourers and on to indentured labourers.

However, if you ever visit Sri Lanka, and you should, now you'll know why this piece

of their capital is discreetly called as Slave-Island.

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