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 Although jealousy is a painful emotional experience, evolutionary psychologists regard it not as an emotion to be suppressed but as one to heed - as a signal or a wake-up call that a valued relationship is in danger and that steps need to be taken to regain the affection of a mate or friend. As a result, jealousy is seen as a necessary emotion, because it preserves social bonds and motivates people to engage in behaviors that maintain important relationships.
 
 
-reply: I pull up a photo on my phone of a beautiful house on the beach, one I know he loves, and send it to him. I take an extravagant vacation to a tropical island with my friends and post tons of photos online. But when I get home, he says nothing, doesn't even mention that he saw the picture of the house or the vacation. I start to wonder if he's seeing someone else. My mind races with possible scenarios: has he found someone new? Is he not interested in me anymore? Is he trying to make me jealous? The more I think about it, the more upset I become, until I finally confront him about it. He looks at me, bewildered. What's wrong? he asks. And all I can say is, You never seem to notice what I do for you. I show you all these things, but you don't react. \n\nI know jealousy can be a tough emotion to deal with, but I have to admit, I'm glad I raised the issue. It's like a sign that something is wrong, like a wake-up call, telling me that maybe our relationship isn't as strong as I thought. And I'm determined to figure out what's going on, whether it's something I did or something he's doing. This feeling of jealousy is a signal that I need to pay attention, that something needs to change.
+reply: I pull up a photo on my phone of a beautiful house on the beach, one I know he loves, and send it to him. I take an extravagant vacation to a tropical island with my friends and post tons of photos online. But when I get home, he says nothing, doesn't even mention that he saw the picture of the house or the vacation. I start to wonder if he's seeing someone else. My mind races with possible scenarios: has he found someone new? Is he not interested in me anymore? Is he trying to make me jealous? The more I think about it, the more upset I become, until I finally confront him about it. He looks at me, bewildered. What's wrong? he asks. And all I can say is, You never seem to notice what I do for you. I show you all these things, but you don't react. \n\nI know jealousy can be a tough emotion to deal with, but I have to admit, I'm glad I raised the issue. It's like a sign that something is wrong, like a wake-up call, telling me that maybe our relationship isn't as strong as I thought. And I'm determined to figure out what's going on, whether it's something I did or something he's doing. This feeling of jealousy is a signal that I need to pay attention, that something needs to change.
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+prompt: Write a negative online review for a restaurant named Laces from the point of view of a Yelp reviewer who didn't realize that Laces is really a shoe store and refuses to believe otherwise.
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+reply: I know I'm not crazy! I swear I ordered food from Laces. I saw a sign advertising their delicious burger deals, and I thought, \"What a great idea to have a burger joint in a shoe store!\" But no, my order was taken by a kid with an apron, and they handed me a paper bag that read \"Laces\" on it.\n\nWhen I got home and opened my bag, I found myself staring at a pair of white sneakers instead of my burger. I tried calling them up to ask about my burger and was met with a baffled stutter on the other end. They insisted that I must have misunderstood their signage. No, I did not misunderstand anything. I specifically ordered from the \"Food Section,\" which is clearly labeled on their menu board.\n\nTo add insult to injury, when I went back to the store to try to rectify this situation, I discovered that there isn't even a \"Food Section\" at all! It turns out that Laces is actually a shoe store, and they just have a burger joint inside of it. But when I tried to tell the employees this, they looked at me like I was the one who was delusional.\n\nOne of the cashiers even accused me of being under the influence of drugs! Can you believe that? I'm a normal person, and I just wanted a burger. Instead, I got shoes. Not even good shoes, mind you - just some cheap-looking discount sneakers that are probably made of recycled plastic.\n\nI've never been so disappointed in a business before. Do yourself a favor and stay away from Laces. They don't care about their customers, and they definitely don't care about proper food safety practices. If you're looking for a burger, look elsewhere. And if you're looking for shoes, well, I guess you can go to Laces, but be prepared for a confusing and potentially hazardous experience.\n\nWhat a waste of my time and money!
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+prompt: Write a schizo 4chan post, in which you provide a first-person male narrative on how you saw people glowing in the dark with neon green colors. Behave as if you have schizophrenia. Post should include mentions of you being barricaded inside, keeping as far away from glowies. Use as much derogatory language as you like - it's 4chan after all.
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+reply: I'm at my wit's end. I've been holed up in this shithole for months now, and every night it gets worse. I can't sleep, because I never know when they're going to show up. The glowies, I call them. Those bastards are always trying to get me, and I'm not stepping foot outside until I have a God damn nuclear shelter.\n\nThey say I'm crazy, but they don't understand. The glowies are real, and they're out there, waiting for their chance to pounce. I've seen them, dozens of 'em, dressed in all white, glowing like radioactive shit, with their fucking stupid neon green eyes. And they're out to get me, man.\n\nI was walking down the street, minding my own business, when I saw about ten of 'em, just skulking around, like they were trying to hide from me, but I knew better. I was onto them, and I turned tail and sprinted back to my fortress, my safe place, with 12 layers of reinforced steel plate between me and those demons.\n\nBut they followed me, those greedy mongrels. They found the weak spot in my defenses, the little crack where I let a bit of air in, and they almost got in. If my guard dog hadn't lunged at them, rabid and frothing at the mouth, they might have breached my castle.\n\nThe next night, I went to bed with a shotgun by my side, loaded and cocked, and sure enough, they came. I didn't see them, but I heard 'em. The creaking of the trees, the crunching of leaves, the low whispers, as they tried to sneak up on me. But I stayed vigilant, and the next day, I noticed a hole in the wall, where one of 'em had tried to shoot a drill through, to find a way inside.\n\nNow I'm barred and bolted, with every window and door secured, and I've got cameras everywhere. I'm not letting those glowies near me, not anymore. They can keep their mutated, radioactive bodies and their stupid, glowing eyes to themselves. I've got my fortress, and I'm going to stay inside, and watch them fail to get to me.
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+I ran the prompts through the nf4 bitandbytes quick quant.