Avery

is it bad to break up with someone over snapchat/text/etc. if you don't think you'd be able to do it otherwise. like if you're too scared to do it face-to-face, is it bad to do it over a messaging platform? I get that it is sort of disrespectful... but i'm too timid otherwise.

okay so i d been seeing this guy for the past two months. we go to college together. i was more looking for something casual, but he was all in almost immediately. we went on Christmas break shortly after and over that time we messaged frequently and it was nice, but at some point i kind of just realized I didn t like him at all, it was really just the attention he d been giving me that I enjoyed. so I tried ghosting him, which is shitty, I get it. but I figured if I tried to distance myself from him, maybe he d break it off with me. all he wanted to do was hang out constantly, and i m pretty independent, in all honesty. it reached a breaking point last night when he asked why I d changed and I told him that I didn t think we were on the same page. so I called it off completely. the problem is this: even though I didn t care for him romantically, i still care about him as a person and I just know I broke his heart. I feel absolutely awful for doing so. I don t like being responsible for someone else being that upset. several friends on campus have messaged me today asking why he looks so upset and I don t feel like I need to justify myself to them or anything, but it s making me feel super guilty. how do I get past this?

TL;DR— broke things off with a guy who wanted to be exclusive and now i feel extremely guilty for hurting him even though I don t think we were that great together. how do i stop feeling guilty?

alright fellas, here's the sitch:

i'm nineteen and lost my virginity to a guy that i was friends with long before there was even any thoughts of hooking up. miraculously, even though i'm a complete and utter asshole, he and i managed to sort of have a relationship. i know everyone tells you to sort of avoid relationships when you're at school but ours really, really worked. the only thing is, i dunno if i can even call it a relationship. we never had a conversation about the thing between us. it went from me occasionally coming over when his roommate was gone, to me spending the night, to the two of us sleeping in the same bed, to us literally spending all hours not doing stuff for school or our respective athletic commitments with each other.

i don't live in the same state as the college we go to school at, so i had to come home for the summer. that being said, the last time i saw him was almost three months ago. we're constantly messaging and video chatting each other, but still haven't put a label on things. we talk almost every single day and the banter and flow of conversation between us is so easy and he's so sweet and kind and when he messages me i get a little bit more excited to see his name than i do to see anyone else's. I know that sounds tacky and lame but it is true. he makes me happy.

but we still!!! haven't!! talked! about!!! our! relationship!!!! or the lack thereof?

help me analyze this please.

I've been friends with this guy for probably just about seven months, and we very recently started seeing each other in a slightly more sexual way. Here's the situation, though: i'm not exactly sure what to call him. I mean, the label doesn't really matter, but I like to compartmentalize things a bit more than I probably should. We go to uni together, none of our friends know that we see each other as anything more than platonic pals, and we really only hang out with each other on the weekends (we're both very busy with sports and work and school). We talk to/message/snapchat each other almost constantly, as much as are schedules allow, at the very least, and we get along really well when we are together in person. We talk about some pretty deep stuff from our pasts and our lives back home and things like that. We spend friday and saturday nights together almost every weekend, eating snacks, wrestling, bickering, and dissecting flaws in our latest binge-watched movie/series. We buy each other small gifts quite often, cuddle and kiss more often than we have sex, and spend most of our time together just talking. We spend all morning in bed and then leave for lunch together.

I guess, what I'm getting at is this: are we more friends with benefits, or does it almost sound more like we're dating but with very limited free time to actually see each other?

We have to do this project:

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You are a detective working with your partner to solve the following mystery.

There has been an attempted murder. A shot was fired through the intended victim's second story window. The bullet missed the occupant and was found embedded in the back wall of the room. It was fired from one of the windows of a high rise apartment building across the street. In the figure below, distances are not shown in the proportion, but they are listed in the chart above the figure.

From the bullet hole in the wall to the floor: 1 ft

From the bullet hole in the window to the floor: 5 ft

From the floor to the street: 12 ft

From the back wall to the window wall: 10 ft

From the window wall to the high rise: 80 ft

In the high rise, each window is 6 feet tall. The second floor window sill is 14 feet above street level, the third floor window sill is 24 feet above the street level, the fourth is 34 feet above street level, and so on.

1. You and your partner are the detectives assigned to the case. From which floor was the shot fired? Show all your work!

2. Suppose the window was open and the angle of the bullet with the floor could not be determined. The intended victim's window sill was 2 feet from the floor and the window is 5 feet tall. Find those floors of the high rise from which the bullet could have been fired. Show all your work!

I mean, I know that I do.

But sometimes I really start to think about the universe and alternate timelines or dimensions. How do I know I'm still in the dimension I started in. How do I know that I am an actual person with real thoughts and consequential actions? How have I come to this point? How do I know that all my alternate selves are not dead? How do I know I am alive? Is there a universe in which i have become anything I've ever wanted to be: a writer, an artist, a scientist, an astronomer? Is there insignificant lapses in time that humans can't pick up on because they're so small? Is there an explanation for soulmates and for forgetting why you walked into a room and bruises that appear out of nowhere? How do i know that I exist and am not imagining this whole world in some sort of lucid dream in the Renaissance?

Why have i lost all desire to do anything school related? I know it's the end of the year and all and that i should be powering through my class finals and all but I am a sophomore in high school and just want to be out of class. It's not a recent discovery of mine, either. I haven't wanted to do anything since probably February and now it is May. I don't have bad grades, because I've been attempting to do my work, but I physically and mentally cannot find it in me to want to get my stuff done.

Can someone please explain why this is?