If she's 70+, it's either going to be the most quaint, heart-warming story you've ever heard, or she's about to start listing crimes. He either gave her a flower when they were 4 years old, and they stayed together for 60 years, OR he purchased her from her father when she was 14 and he was 32.There's no in-between. The craziest part is no matter which one you get, they speak about it in the same cutesy way. It's bizarre how they'll fondly reminisce about the time he walked 7 miles just to buy her favorite tea in the exact same tone they use to tell you about the time he committed 4 counts of assault after the Steelers lost. They have a charming nostalgia about him either way. The conversations are always something like:

Her: "So we met when he started following me home in an unmarked, windowless van every day after school. I didn't really think much about him until he pointed a loaded gun at my head. That really caught my attention! I'll never forget when he asked me on our first date. He said "I can either take you to prom or send you to hell. What's it gonna be?". That's when I knew he was the one."

Me:"... Okay... Edith, did you report that to anybody? It seems a little...strange."

Her:"Yeah, I told the police, but they assured me that I was just having my period.I know he could be a little stern, but that's my Harold".

Me: ...

So first off. I KNOW this was an incredibly stupid thing to do. I was a bit tipsy, I have always struggled with low self esteem and I was curious about people's unfiltered thoughts. I regret it now. This was definitely some self harm shit because I KNOW people are mean on there

Top comment was how I look like a divorced mom. Which honestly, fair, guilty, lol. I am in fact a divorced mom. Though I would rather not so obviously look like one!

I am 34. I got so many comments telling me i look 45-50. Which is upsetting. In person I often get told I look younger than my age, but I guess they are just being nice

I got told I look like a man in a wig and was referred to as "it", told I have a "hockey player build" another very upvoted comment was that I somehow look both ugly and pretty. Most of the consensus was I am "average" and rated a 4-5. There were also quite a few nice comments but it kind of feels like they were just trying to be nice. I went to sleep and woke up to hundreds of comments and a lot of regret

I know I probably am just average looking. And I know that is okay, most people are. I have never had an issue finding men who are interested in me. I am obviously not a model. But I dunno. A lot of these comments are staying with me and making me feel really down. Never doing that again

Also, I know MANY of the people commenting are giant losers who hate women. I keep trying to remind myself of that. I've noticed average looking men get gassed up in that subreddit and women are critiqued much more harshly

According to all the doctors we talked to, the success rate of a woman surviving a full blockage heart attack outside of a hospital and requiring VA ECMO support is considered a "medical miracle". My mother's case is so rare that the hospital is journaling her case and recovery

I love everything about America and its lifestyle. I love American schools, dissecting frogs in biology class, making volcano models, and having the freedom to choose your own classes. I love the level of freedom American high school students have, and the whole teenage experience in America, including becoming partially independent from your parents, starting to discover yourself, having your first girlfriend, getting your first part-time job, and spending time doing your hobbies. And of course, I absolutely love the yellow school bus.

I also love American universities, the extracurricular activities available to students, the skills they get to develop, and, of course, college life, parties, dorms, and the freedom to wear whatever you want and do things like use your phone, eat, or drink coffee during lectures.

I love American restaurants, fashion, the variety of options, the different streetwear styles among young people, the incredible variety of activities and events, and all the places and things you can do to have fun and enjoy your time.

I LOVE AMERICA SO MUCH! I wish my country had even just 1% of what America has. :(

I know you have your own struggles and difficulties in life, and I'm not trying to downplay them, but America really is an amazing and genuinely fun country.

Edit: I clearly stated that I understand you have your own struggles in life, and I don’t downplay them. I’ll say it again: I know you face financial pressures, have exhausting lives, and deal with certain downsides of living in America. However, most of these issues exist in much of the world.

I deliberately mentioned only the simplest things that 99% of you have experienced. I didn’t even mention the incredible geographical and cultural diversity across your states, your unique architectural styles and urban planning, wooden houses and homes surrounded by forests, public libraries, national parks, or the most important thing I’ve dreamed about every single day since childhood and still dream of to this day: Disney World. I also didn’t mention the wide variety of career paths, the ability to work in a field you genuinely love, or the sheer abundance of opportunities available to you.

You live in an amazing country, but you’re simply victims of your own media, which misleads you into believing otherwise.

It was a comment from a post yesterday, but it looks like it was deleted by the OP.

I think it's because the amount of insufferable, deranged and disturbed redditors I (and we) had come across or read about in my total of eight years and two accounts on the website. Also, subreddit controversies that either had the sub and/or users banned or even televised on national news.

Anyone have their interpretations?

And I can’t do anything because it’s his place, but fuck me it’s ridiculous.

The other day I woke up at 7:40 and he was in there, he was still in there when I let at 8:30. Not in the room you understand… in the SHOWER. With the water running for 50 fucking minutes at least

Make it make sense ffs

So today I walked into Family Dollar. The worker doesn’t greet me or even acknowledge my existence. I didn’t think it was a big deal at first. But the next person that came into the store and the cashier immediately gave them a very warm greeting and asked them how they were. But me ??? Nothing just a cold and stern stare. Maybe I’m just reading too deeply into things that don’t matter but this really stung.This is one of the reasons I hate to even go anywhere in public I always feel as if the entire world is against me specifically. Obviously I’m not owed anything but I just don’t understand why I can’t receive the same kindness that most people get when they are out and about. What is it about me that makes everyone hate me and it’s not even just in real life but online too :/ it’s so depressing

Each time I move to a new house/apartment, I restart my ritual.

I move all of my hair accessories, products, styling tools etc. to a large bin, deliberately mixed up. Each day I close my eyes and select one item from the bin and style my hair around that item. After that day, I put it away properly organized in its designated space. I can from then on incorporate it into future hairstyles along with whatever is my “item of the day.”

When a hair item breaks or runs out, I can buy one new item and add it to the mixed up bin.

I think I do this so that I feel like I am giving everything I own a try.

Once I get through all my hair items, I repeat the same ritual with nail products, skin care, etc.

It’s odd. But I enjoy it.

Okay. The effects of no sleep last night are kicking in now. I put my clothes in the washing machine, thought I turned it on, then 3 hours later hung them up on the rack. The wash never went on and I have dirty clothes airing out 🤦🏻‍♂️

It’s been 42 hours without sleep… I’m going to bed

im in highschool and got braces around 6 months ago and now i genuinely have no idea what i look like. my teeth werent just crooked i had buck teeth like overbite overjet a gap between them and i didnt really notice them bc i always saw them but it was the first thing anyone else saw about me. girls wouldnt say anything but guys would. id talk and be told to close that fucking mouth or asked why my teeth look like that. lots of people have crooked teeth but mine were like this major flaw and people treated me so terribly all my life because of it. im not terrible looking im just normal but bc of the teeth i was always bullied for my looks, probably compared to every animal ever. even when i was younger and i was going through a terrible home situation id come to school happy just bc it was safe and i didnt have any friends i was nice i just stayed to myself but people would constantly tell me how ugly i was and id cry walking home bc i really didnt have anywhere to go or anyone that cared about me and its different now but that feeling of being so unwanted never really left me. i was never the one that was picked i remember in eight grade it was the summer of first relationships and it was a pretty small school but every girl in my friend group, every girl in my grade actually had a person. except me. and they weren’t good relationships ofc they barely liked eachother but it was more the idea of it that hurt. that i couldnt be wanted in that way. and at the dance we played those silly games where a boy grabs a girls hand and it keeps going and youd pick ur person and by the end youd atleast be someones last option yk but i held my hand out for 3 rounds without anyone even glancing at me. i spent the rest of the dance in the bathroom. i actually still havent had any romantic experiences at all with a guy bc of what it has done over the years to my self esteem there is this deep belief in me that nobody could ever want me in that way. ive spent years overcompensating for it trying to make myself a better person bc of this i have a lot of other good qualities like my hair is pretty and im very into fashion and i wear a lot of jewellery and perfume so i smell like cake and my nails are always done. i make everything else in my life really pretty even my room is like a pinterest board. and i go to the gym i have really good grades i have a lot of hobbies im very good at art i paint animals realism like people buy my stuff. but it didnt really matter bc at the end of the day i was bunny buck teeth girl. and now my teeth have straightened out they worked quickly and my front teeth are straight they don’t stick out theres no gap. but i have spent my entire life being treated terribly bc of them and i guess im not used to it now. when i meet new people they dont notice it and they dont say anything bc it isnt a thing anymore but i still stand there waiting for them to. and i cant even let myself like a guy bc i feel like its insulting to him and im just making him uncomfortable so i mean i havent even had a talking stage this entire year and when i tell people that they tell me like oh why you’re not even ugly but they just don’t get it. i used to hear people say stuff like this and think it was stupid but now i understand. i will walking around and i’ll be thinking oh god i look so terrible right now this is embarrassing and i have a vision in my head of what i look like and then i see my reflection and it’s nothing like what i had imagined. i guess i have changed alot of other things about my appearance too so it isnt just my teeth but it’s still so hard for me to grasp now. people treat me so differently when they meet me now, im used to being ignored especially by guys in any social setting and now im not. i got so used to the feeling of being unwanted that it was just a normal thing in my head that i wasnt dateable and i was ugly and i was always going to be below everyone else. its not insecurity just an accepted fact. and now im trying to get used to being treated like an actual person and it’s just confusing. anyone relate?

I’ve noticed lately that my communication skill aren’t the best. This honest scares me for when I get a job and stuff because I need people to take me seriously, but I believe it all stems from the fact that I’m lonely. Idk why either, in high school I had a bunch of friends but they all just left. Ever since then I’ve barely had conversations with anyone but my family, it doesn’t help that I moved out either. I literally have to talk to myself to keep company, and then suddenly I’ll stop and let the silence sink in, because seriously?

The weird part is that I do talk when I need to, but I start shaking even though my voice is confident, and I just sound so immature compared to everyone else it makes me feel like I’m being left behind, I also do try and communicate because I need friends but idk what my problem is. Like I remember I had an interview for an internship, idk what the deal was but it felt like I wanted to cry and it sounded like it too, a part of me feels like it’s because that was a chance to sell myself and talk about myself, which I don’t really get the chance to do. I hope that was a one time thing because I want to get a good job and that won’t land me anything. Being lonely is genuinely the worst.

I would imagine weird men in black future men in suits came up to him with a laptop, saying, “this will allow you to see through the eyes of the girl who has a crush on you.” So I avoided mirrors and immediately, blurred my eyes if I saw my reflection, and wouldn’t go to the bathroom because I didn’t want him to think I was gross.

So I'm 18m and I have a lot of goals: gain at least 10 kg of muscle, go far in academics and become a pharmacist, compete in MMA, make money online, etc... Also other goals I keep for later, a specific moment most in a couple months, like getting my driver license, get a job, learn languages, and there's a girl I like too I might go and try to make her my girlfriend she seems like the type that would make me more productive

But right now I'm honestly far from most of them, I'm supposed to be grinding all the time like I used to but I'm honestly kinda a bum now. I'm skinny, not competing in MMA, far from making good money online, broke, in a refresh course instead of the pharmacist program and instead of going all in I'm being a bum. Uni is closed because of manifestations so we don't have classes and during my days I study for like 1-2 hours, train MMA and gym and that's about it, the rest of the time I'm laying in bed Wondering what I should be doing or eating a lot for my bulk and gym goals, and then I post on social media to try and make some bread but my videos are low quality and it's really bad, I feel so unproductive

I know I don't have much to complain about I'm happy in life to be honest and not that much of a loser but bro I got so much ambition and dreams. But lately I'm tired of my life, feels like any time there's something that could go wrong it always does, time flies by and I'm not doing satisfying work

Thanks for reading may God bless you

I grew up in a lower-middle-class family where birthdays were never celebrated. My parents gave me a really good education, though, and I studied at one of the top schools in my city. Watching my friends celebrate their birthdays while mine passed like any other day made me slowly decide I didn't want one at all.

I didn't cut the cake until my 21st birthday. For the last three years I've had a few colleagues who wanted to celebrate with me, but I never wanted it. Even now that I'm earning my own money, I still don't. I don't like receiving flowers or having my room decorated. I just want the day to feel completely normal, like any other.

When people make an effort for me, I feel uncomfortable and end up saying "please, don't go to so much trouble." I honestly don't know why I feel this way. I just needed to get it off my chest.

Is there anyone else who feels the same? Do you skip your birthday too? I'd love to hear your stories.

I really wanna. Few years ago I started skipping high school to Just watch YT and now I have no real life experiences, everything feels like a blur. This year on college I skipped a lot of lessons, its like I dont wanna pass this year. Whole summer was laying in bed and picking staff to eat. Have no one to talk to, because everyone has real Experience and my only Experience was just laying in bed. I am ashamed of myself, I cant do Basic home stuff, have fucked up brain and body that cant do anything. Can I change?

You don't have to be happy right now, if you don't feel the desire to. Embrace your emotions. Become one with your emotions. Come to terms with your emotions. It is a process that will take as long as it has to. Some days may feel like forever, being so slow that it hurts to do nothing at all, but be alone with your thoughts, without anyone to talk to, or anywhen. And some days, events can feel as if their not happening fast enough; expecting yourself to heal so quickly on the mental plane, yet remain stuck and encased in a flurry of emotions and headaches front and back.

All the colors of the rainbow present themselves here, in you. And feeling as if you're not in the mood, is perfectly okay. If you ever feel like searching for a way out, searching for advice, is more stressful than what lets it on, just walk away from it all, go drink a cup, glass, or bottle of water, and just let your thoughts and surroundings just be. Times may present themselves under difficulty, while others grasps the urge to continue forth on an activity that's looked forward to. Whatever the case is, the most important thing is to pace yourself, at the speed comfortable to you. Don't beat yourself up when you take a step back. Just hold in your heart what you're drawing yourself towards, and you will be okay.

You, will be okay.

Just wanted to drop this here cause i love how anonymous reddit is. no faking it, just raw thoughts. turning 27 in dec, living in a tier 3 city in india, pulling in 2l+ a month from a generational business. honestly in a small town that money goes a long way, got decent cars, good family, and been putting profits into real estate so finances are sorted. ​but man, behind all that, the last few years have been a total mindfuck. was in a 9 year relationship from 16 to 25. she was my first everything, never touched anyone else. then she cheated and completely broke me. had a thousand racing thoughts a day, so i went off the deep end trying to numb it. got heavy into drugs—coke, meth, weed, mostly coke and whiskey. started sleeping with call girls left and right, even tried an mff threesome just trying to run away from the pain. ​body finally gave out and i got an ulcer, which forced me to quit the heavy shit. nowadays im mostly sober, just weed and cigs. still think about her sometimes even if im mostly over it, ghosts just linger i guess. ​life's good on paper now, but I'm completely lost on how to actually get my life on track. I want real-life advice on how to completely kick my remaining habits, build absolute self-independence, and reach a point where I don't need or rely on anyone else. I'd genuinely appreciate wisdom from well-doing businessmen, seasoned servicemen/professionals, or philosophers and psychologists whose perspectives I can actually look up to and learn from. ​anyway, posting this as an anchor. no highlight reels. see you guys right here next december to review where things are at.

I’m 15. I’ve been getting teased on at school. They (I think I’m not 100% it was spit) spit in my water bottle and I had to take it home and not bring it to school again which defeats the whole part of buying it. Last week they were playing football kicking it really hard and aiming it at me. The first time it hit my stomach and my phone fell down. The second time it only landed behind me and the third time I got hit in the face really hard. I was sitting down and it was like fall to the side blurry vision for 2 seconds and breakdown crying type of pain. They all laughed at me. I went outside to stop embarrassing myself and then the gym teacher came to check up on my face cause “it looked like it hurt” I didn’t really let him since I couldn’t stop crying and went straight to the bathroom. Next period when we have class I hear someone say my name and “HEADSHOT” and at break they kept calling my name in a mocking tone. The bell rings the person that kicked the ball gives me some sort of apology and I can’t even look at him I’m just looking down and said “okay” to wtv he said. I tell my mom what happened and she forced me to go report it. I go to the principal I tell him what happened he wants names I look at the gym teacher (he came with me) and it’s silence. He knew who started aiming the ball at me and he didn’t say anything. He said “maybe it was an accident!” “They were just playing”. I kept crying at break to my best friend cause I was SO EMBARRASSED. Since nothing happened mom reported our school to some higher ups cause I wasn’t the only one getting “bullied” (she thinks I’m getting bullied I say I’m getting teased) and the principal brings me in a day later and READS ME HER REPORT and then HE SCOLDS ME for “not going to my counselor” my counselor know my classmate very well so there was no point by very well I mean family wise. And then he asks me. “Did you come here and report it?” I looked at him like he had three heads. I said yes and told him not to punish the classmates bc things would
Only get worse from there while I was telling him this I was on a verge of a breakdown and he heard it in my voice and told me to calm down, he then proceeded to call MY MOM AND SCOLD HER on WHY she made the report. she got pissed and started yelling at him about
How I’m not the only one getting treated like this so they obviously have a problem. To make a long story short tomorrow the gym teacher is going to talk to them about there teasing and they haven’t really done anything to me this week so I’m scared this will trigger them to do something. He keeps giving them the football to play with and me and some other people just leave so we don’t get hit. icl part of the reason I leave is because I’m scared to get hit again. I know it’s stupid and I don’t know why I broke down. I really hope things are okay tomorrow. I’m so scared

just got out of uni with pretty much 0 frnds , uni was the worst experience ever wow. So much pressure to study and get a job , and now im jobless too haha.
No frnds , no relationship ever ,no job . how do ppl enjoy their 20s ? i feel like only normal people can enjoy their 20s , im an outlier(neurodivergent and just a weirdo) iin most places.

teens bad , 20s bad so far , my last good year was when i was 12-13. When do 20s get good?

I get up at 6 every morning for the school bus and do everything in my power to look nice for school so I don't get bullied. Nothing works, nothing looks good, not even the simplest forms of simplicity. When you are constantly being picked on for how you looked, it feels like having daggers pointed at every corner of your body as soon as you step outside the house. Being ugly is not for the weak and It should never be romanticised for a second. Why does nothing work!?? I can't wear foundation or any makeup other than mascara because it stings my skin really bad, and my hair is so thin and straight and it emphasizes my big ass head. I can't focus in class when people are snickering at me because of how ugly I am can someone please give me advice.

When I was younger, I would compete in tennis matches, with the dream that I could be a professional player. I didn't really think it, but I had hoped. If I trained enough, if I went hard then I could make it. However I was from a small town with a not so good coach. I kept at it with 3-4 hours a day hitting the balls back and forth with my brothers. We would travel to tournaments where we would usually be defeated by tennis players with skills far greater than I possessed. How did they do it, because I was working hard and sweating. Was it pure talent or were they naturally gifted at it? So I would lose and lose again and again. Not only would I lose in sport but I was less than average in my classes, while I was in the honors and AP classes, I did not do well and obtained Cs. I never won any of the competitions. Growing up I was quiet, not shy. I never viewed myself as shy because its not that I was afraid to talk to people I just was not sure what to say to them and how to continue the conversation. So I ended up being alone for most of my time in middle school. In high school I still was alone but I made huge efforts to talk to people and to invite them places. However with all my effort it never seemed like anyone reciprocated back, or if they did I just didn't like there character. I made daily strides to dress nicer so people would like me and be interesting and reach out. I did get more "friends" from this but I just could not maintain them. It seemed the skills I had tried so hard to develop eventually were returning to how they were before. I went to college and I flourished while joining clubs and meeting people. For the first time I had community and felt seen. However I found it challenging to balance work , classes, and friendship. I eventually lost what I had worked so hard to gain. I don't talk to any of the poeple anymore and I dont even have time because I want to do well in my classes. Currently I struggle to perform well even though I am trying, its not enough to try but I dont know what else to do. How do I overcome the challenges of my own body and mind, I don't want to be this way but I don't know how to change?

Hear me out. I (32F) know how it sounds. But just let me try to explain, please.

Around five years ago, before I was seeing my current psychiatrist, I was put on a high dose of Zoloft. Correlating with this, I came to realize my brain had been switched with the brain of a me from a different dimension. I told people around me about this to very little reaction (that I perceived at least). This understanding was acutely on my mind for weeks and I knew something was wrong. I understand it sounds like a delusion. Maybe it is. I honestly don't know. On one hand, I believe it. On the other hand, I get that it sounds like a psychotic episode.

Life went on. I started seeing my current psychiatrist about four years ago for unrelated reasons. I don't remember how or why it came up, but I mentioned a time I had been driving and saw a person appear in front of me in a parking lot and then vanish in thin air. I know this was a hallucination, but I also think perhaps I convinced myself into having it. I told her about this, which spiraled into her asking a lot of questions and, eventually, I wound up diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder.

I got on antipsychotics and more things happened, but I think at this point I was just hypervigilant of my supposed psychosis. Yes, often when I see repeated numbers or a license plate or hear a song talking to me, (etc), I will understand there is a meaning associated with it being communicated to me by an entity. But do I really believe it? Sometimes I recognize that it sounds very strange. Among other thoughts I have. I also sometimes see things and hear voices. I know how it all sounds. Earlier this year, my diagnosis was changed to schizophrenia. I know how it all sounds. But I think I convinced myself into it, and I have trouble articulating why.

But then things happen. Like for example it's 11:22 (repeated numbers) and that is always a sign of the entity speaking to me. And I don't know what to believe, because my psychiatrist says it's a delusion but it also always happens every single time I try to talk about it. There are many other strange things I believe, but I don't know if I always believe them fully. And no one around me seems to notice because I know what not to talk about. Also, whenever I hallucinate, I immediately talk myself out of the fact that it just happened to the point where I doubt it happened at all. Maybe I just hallucinate to the degree everyone does.

I am on medication now but I don't believe I need it, but I continue to stay on it because I know I'm chemically addicted and it would be bad for me to go off without help, and I know my psychiatrist wouldn't be supportive of me wanting to quit.

I don't know how to explain how I feel and what I think. It's driving me insane. I think that's my problem. I don't know.

My dad is a wealthy businessman. And my mom and him divorced back when I was 9, I just turned 23 now. My dad is emotionally distant but has provided a lot for me. He has paid for all my college (and is paying for me to finish up), my first car, my health and car insurance, and pretty much everything. When I was doing in person classes he gave me 200 dollars a month to help with my half of rent (my mom gave me 200 too). I did move back with my mom to work a job with a lot of down time and finish my college online. I am extremely grateful for everything I’ve gotten.

But my car is getting old and my mom has been yelling at my dad to pay for a new one for me for over a year. She expects a 20k car. And my dad to continue paying insurance on it. She’s been telling me that my dad owes me a car for over a year now. She’s told me that my dad is an asshole and many other names for not buying me a second car. While my dad is a bad person for how he is emotionally, he isn’t a bad person money wise. My dad spent my whole life insulting me and never spent time with me. And yeah it sucks and I’m upset about that. Which I think I have the right to be. But I’m not mad at him for not getting me a new car.

He has given me a lot of things to help me get started in life. My mom has spoiled me herself while I was growing up. She was always buying me toys as a kid and all the crap I wanted as a teen. I never felt entitled but she had it as a compulsion.

Everything came to a head when my car started overheating. I told my mom about it to ask for a ride and get some advice. And she started talking about the new car. And I said that she has known for months that dad wouldn’t be buying me one and that it’s on me to buy. She still then brought up car options that I can’t afford given what I earn and my plans on moving out after I graduate and likely get a better job. I’m looking at a 12-15k car so that I can afford the insurance and payments myself. And she’s upset about that. She even assumed my father would continue to pay for the insurance.

Honestly constantly hearing her has started to warp my views. I’ve started to feel resentment towards my dad and think things like “well so many other people get a second car paid for”. Which I know aren’t true. I hate that this is happening because before I was content with getting my own budget car now. I hate the type of person these thoughts would make me. It’d make me into some entitled young adult with a wealthy dad and I don’t want that. All my life I knew my situation wasn’t normal and just wanted to make a life for myself without becoming entitled. My mom is making me get entitled with her constant talk about my dad owing me a car. I don’t know what to do or how to stop it.

TLDR:My mom demands my wealthy dad buy me a second car because my old one is breaking down. And her conversations are ruining my perspective.

ever since childhood, i've never spit out the skin of grapes despite my parents telling me to

i also never bother to spit out seeds while eating tangerines/oranges, i usually chew for a bit to seclude the seeds before swallowing them down before the fruit itself