Life Stories and Everyday Drama

I can't help but wonder sometimes if Albert Einstein might have had ADHD. You know, when you read about his life and how he was in school, it kinda makes me think about my own experiences. Like, I've always had trouble focusing on stuff that doesn't interest me, just like he supposedly did with math early on. My mind goes a million miles a minute and it's hard to keep things in order.

A buddy of mine once told me that Einstein was messy too, and I can relate so much to that! My workspace just looks like a tornado hit it half the time. Things everywhere and no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to keep it neat. But who knows? Maybe that's just what helps creative thinking happen. It's frustrating though because people expect you to be organized all the time.

I'm just thinking out loud here because there are days where I feel like it's really holding me back. It'd be nice if someone famous like him shared a bit of what I'm going through. But let's be real, there's no way to know for sure if he had ADHD or not back then (or even if it'd matter). Still, curious thoughts cross my mind from time to time... 😊

My boss is one of those people who thrive on marginalizing others, turning his back on them. When something happens, he ignores it, using silence as his main weapon, along with small gestures. But since I'm used to it with my father, I don't care. In fact, I suspect he tried to talk to my father and it backfired. Look, I see the guy and he doesn't know what he's talking about at all. He doesn't know what he's saying, how he's expressing it. The man has clearly been losing his mind for some time now. He's always blaming others for all his problems. I mean, the man doesn't recognize his actions, he doesn't know what he's doing. In fact, I have the impression that everyone in the office is trying to drive him crazy, justifiably, so we can avoid protecting him from falling into the trap where he'll be in for a rude awakening, precisely so we can finally have him at our mercy, under our control, and thus take complete control of the department, which has been out of our hands for quite some time. We don't know how much time we have left after the tragedies in my country, but at least something can be done. We can try to justify his current situation, taking advantage of his elusive nature and the trust of the authorities, who are women, given the pervasive sexism. We need to keep him under control; he makes everything he does work. We need to make all his strategies for clinging on a living hell. Bringing him down to earth only makes him escape again. While we can't get rid of him completely, since he threatens with gossip and other tactics, then let's play the game of subduing him until he changes or leaves. That way, we can have peace of mind and he can make the decision himself. But he has to understand that the company isn't his, and we don't have to submit to him, give him any special treatment, or anything like that. We've been subjected to this for too long, and we've had enough. In fact, one of the heads of the other department arrived late precisely so as not to be involved, not to support him in any way in that hell he'd gotten himself into, that the authorities had put him in, making him look desperate for recognition, like a chauvinist, someone who seeks power at any cost, justifying everything he does, running away from everything—that man who simply doesn't know where he stands and never has, and who uses work as an excuse, being himself completely useless; doing things is utterly pointless.

He wanted me to become part of a family with him so he could have control, but I didn't allow it. It's exhausting to keep zooming in on this issue. I'm tired and I'd like to dedicate myself to something else, to another area of ​​knowledge. However, I don't know what else to do, I don't know where to turn. I feel like my father would get angry if he saw me straying from the path I'm on. He'd be fed up, annoyed if he saw me going my own way, stepping outside my comfort zone, expanding my horizons into other areas of knowledge. For my father, being okay means staying within the established parameters, which in effect shows that he's abusive towards me. He keeps me trapped and at his mercy, but I'm tired of it. I feel I have the right to do as I please, not because of my age, but because I want a different path, I want to explore diverse interests, delve deeper into things. I'm tired of being confined by his rules, just as I'm tired of being confined by my friend's rules, of only focusing on work. We could be friends in that sphere, but I feel—and I have to admit it—that it's a form of coercion. He guides me solely through work, arbitrarily, out of fear of losing her. It makes me feel violated by her, all in the name of her safety, and I don't like that. There are no agreements or anything like that, of course. Making them would reveal her aggressive nature, which she applies to others, her tendency to lie and overwhelm them. It's unbelievable, but it was the only way she had of keeping me around. At the cost of violence, at the cost of that unspoken threat, which my boss imposed on me because I strayed from where he wanted me to be, because I was damaging his image, it's outrageous that he can somehow keep you where he wants you, without your permission. I feel like I'm being treated like an animal, and I'm tired of defending my friend because of it. In fact, I live, in a way, in perpetual conflict with her, and I make it clear to her, and at least she reacts, but not significantly. It's like pretending she can keep all the power she has, as long as she can't control it, and it makes me feel completely absorbed from my life. And I really don't think she understands this because of her thirst for power. I feel just as dominated as when I was with my boss.

I feel just as dominated as when he was around. I don't feel free to talk about what I want, to reach an agreement, or anything like that. Instead, I feel like I have to let this girl lead the way. I feel seemingly free, but I'm not. I feel trapped by this absence, limited to doing what I want because I don't know her terms. I always have to deduce them. Before, I felt a certain freedom with my boss, within the confines of the office, where I didn't allow him to go any further. But with this friend, it's a different game. I feel like I don't know where we're going, what my future holds, what will happen if I do one thing or another. I feel completely immobilized, all because of this whole thing with pursuing her, and of course, she's provoking me too. I don't know why I gave in to her, I don't know why I went to her. She turned out to be my escape from my boss, definitely, but now I'm in a worse place, where I feel like I can't think straight, can't do anything. I have to live at the mercy of focusing on someone else to forget about the whole thing, and it's just not fair. I feel like that's how she's kept me under control, while she goes around shouting that she's so important. I feel hurt, subjugated, and it makes me wonder, when will this nightmare of control end?

I didn't go out into the world to be dominated, not at all. But I feel like I'm exaggerating, like what I'm saying can't be true. How could I have fallen into the same trap as before? Everything was supposed to be different, but it wasn't. I feel like I'm saying something that can't be true, that I'm confused, I feel like I'm in a place, not better, but already outside of all imposition, but a feasible place, I feel like I'm in that, it just so happens that right now I have to do something else and it's hard for me to write. I feel fed up with the whole office thing. I want to leave it behind once and for all. What's done is done, and I feel like I need to move on. But somehow, I'm reacting to this inertia, this need to distance myself, to not be a part of it. Even though I'm on vacation, it's more about completely differentiating where I am from the office. Firstly, because here I end up talking about it, unlike there, which is the fundamental issue. And it's truly embarrassing because I feel like my ideas don't resonate there. They're not prepared for them because they don't know how to read or listen. They detach themselves from the discourse, they don't follow it. When they speak, they don't see the conversation; they try to detach themselves from it by taking preventative measures. It's regrettable, but I also find myself surrounded by people who are, in this sense, completely alienated from the present. What other discoveries will I make in the future? I've already seen so many flaws in that office... I can't even see them as having come from some school, because they don't seem to have come from there. They may know things, about gossip, about social games, but they don't know how to intellectualize in order to socialize and socialize in order to intellectualize, and that's precisely the purpose of school. They are not prepared to be in the country, it must be said now.

I'm fed up with talking about my boss. I've already talked about him far too much. I want to dedicate myself to other things, write about other things, do other things, not just write. My life isn't just about words, and in fact, I feel like they're picking up on my boredom elsewhere and trying to force me into it. I don't want to be involved with anything. There's a girl there too who doesn't care much about her appearance—well, they don't care about it, they just let themselves go, they smoke. I find them awful, a terrible influence, and I'm tired of terrible influences. I don't even want to go out anymore. I'm not interested in hanging around those areas anymore. I want to finally start talking in a way that I like, that I want to talk about. I want to try new experiences, but I don't know what else to do. I'm tired of analysis and analysis and analysis, of words, words, words, and more screens. I want to do something new, something that involves action. My friend isn't here; she's on vacation from the office. I'd like to experience sex, love, friendship, affection, and all that. I feel, in a way, like someone re-entering the world, renewed and capable of doing different things. I feel that this group I'm talking about could cause me problems, and in a way, it's somewhat appealing, but that's because I'm tired of being alone. In fact, I want to keep writing, as I always do. I write and write, but I don't want anyone to pull me out of this. It already happened once when I was going on a trip with someone, and they pulled me out. It was a girl who was in trouble, and I don't want any more trouble, I don't want any more troublemakers. And I can't keep acting like I'm the toughest guy like I always have. I need peace, tranquility, even though I sometimes feel like anything, anything at all, is a possible escape, and I feel like that's what's happening with my friend.

I feel like I'm writing my entire experience again, from beginning to end of these last few moments, but I have nothing else to do, I don't know where to turn. I feel like I should search online for information, but I'm also tired of constantly being informed. I feel tired of life itself, of my life, the way I live it. I feel like life in this society doesn't offer anything new to me, and I confess, I feel strangely about other people. I feel completely different from everyone. I have to admit, I feel like an exception, someone who has done within their family what they've also done outside. In that sense, I feel like a complete, established person, and I don't think anyone understands that. I feel like that group, in some way, sees me as a kind of father figure or something, and I'm tired of being everyone's father. I already have enough with my friend who's completely exhausting me. Damn, there were some really good books I saw, and I didn't pick them up, and they were taken. I feel like my feelings are completely different; it's as if I could be in the present, but I can't discern what I feel, and at the same time, I feel that it's a symmetry with my life, that I already feel I'm, somehow, above the culture, that at least I can see it, and that's why I say I'm on top, or at least from an angle that allows me to see it. I also confess that I feel saturated, overwhelmed, by many things. Regarding my boss, I feel that I'm somehow repulsive in every sense, that I make him feel that being with me is impossible, that I'm not good for him, that I don't like him, and that I don't tell him to his face, something to which he gives in, clumsily, he gives in, he has to, and that's his worst weakness. He defends himself with my friend, but not with me.

I feel like I'm writing down everything I'm managing to highlight that I think, that it's above what I feel, that it's like a kind of crust on my head, and that it makes me need new adventures, to be open. Those guys sound like an option, but I'm not convinced. I feel like the office is boring now; it's the same old thing. Well, it's only because of my friend that things are different. I feel like my friend isn't there; everything is boring, to be honest. Everything is so monotonous, so the same, so... I feel like I need her, I feel like I want her in my life, that my life isn't the same without her, that going back to how things were is boring, that being without her makes nothing feel alive anymore. With her, there was excitement, coordination, danger. I feel like what I've been doing for a while now is writing to get used to the time difference, but it feels radical. Wow, my boss is a total failure, I don't want him in my life and nobody does, he's unbearable, a person who lives by believing that because you know him, you're already tied to him, and it's a nuisance, the guy even thinks he's like a father to you and that's not the case, when the tragedies happened in my country I didn't even ask about him.

My boss is the kind of guy I don't want in my life, never will, and will never appreciate. In fact, I recently proved to him that all his efforts to "save" me had failed. I went on vacation without him even saying goodbye. There wasn't the slightest bit of empathy; everything between us had been destroyed, completely ruined. There's nothing left between us, and the worst part is that everyone supports him. He can't just get rid of me; he has to live with me and tolerate me. In short, it's the ultimate demoralization for any boss: when things don't go his way, when his interests aren't served. In fact, he's literally lost everything in our community. Nobody cares about him anymore; nobody's going to stand up for him. Everything he could do fell to pieces, and in the most humiliating way possible: by meddling in a relationship that wasn't his. Driven by his insecurities, he got involved in something that wasn't him, something he tried to destroy at all costs, all in an effort to protect himself from problems. This showed that his focus wasn't just on work, because there were things there too, but also on his social life. I did everything I could to ensure that his macho, dictatorial, and self-serving style became the cause of his own downfall, and to this day, it serves him no purpose whatsoever. He's an absolute failure in life. He has no image, no popularity, he doesn't even have a job; the one he has now is completely fictitious. He's ended up in my shoes, where I didn't know what to hold onto, just like he pretended to be with me and then tried to intervene by any means necessary, taking advantage of my disorientation to get rid of me. In other words, he wasn't interested in my life, even though he had promised that I would be his secretary. However, now I'm not interested in his either, I don't care, and I'm not going to do anything to save him from the consequences of others. Unlike him, my image doesn't depend on his, and I tried to prove otherwise.

Those shifts in rhetoric, those games of meddling in my affairs, that tendency to have a foothold in my own business at the expense of my own safety, is precisely what led to this downfall. I thought I was the one with the least defense because I wasn't clearly protected, but it was precisely in that imposition that the weaknesses were exposed, and where I could move about freely, because he also had no legal recourse, but I did. In principle, coexistence is a matter of duty and depends on each individual, not on a specific action. This guy thrives on marginalization and elitism, but that has changed. He doesn't know what he's doing, where he's going, or the price of his decisions; he's simply creating chaos in his environment, radically turning against himself, causing my friend, who was there before, to assume her role in a well-defined and thoughtful way. I retain my role, but now it's with her, not with my boss. Ironically, the fact that there is nothing defined for me doesn't mean he has to defend me more than give orders, but in that spirit there is nothing more than support for work in my boss and only for work, that is, for what makes him make products and only that.

There's this person I really like. They are on the aromantic spectrum, and they have said that they really like me before. However they are in a friends-with-benefits relationship with a lot of people. This is a big problem for me since I can't deal with knowing that they have other people. Another thing is I have only known them for about a month and I get attached really REALLY quickly. For the past few days, they haven't been answering me texts and (because it's online only) I have no other way to contact them... any suggestions? Specifically about the fwb part because it really hurts :c

I live in a 6 story apartment. I mostly keep to myself, I'm a sorta shy guy. I've sort of chatted with her, and she's super sweet. Like, and she's just gorgeous. The most adorable smile. I haven't really dated much the past few years, I've been on that grind, and caring for a relative. Now I find myself feeling a crush coming along and I swear, I saw to her today, a lovely dress, and my heart leapt bro good God have mercy

how to not be sensitive? so i've just started my first job and it's been quite overwhelming to say the least. i find myself getting overly emotional whenever someone comments on my performance, and the inevitable critique comes in about my reports or presentations and it's like i'm being sliced open with a scalpel, very precise yet very painful. perhaps it's an indication of my inadequate coping mechanisms; nonetheless, i've endeavored to comprehend why precisely i'm letting this get under my skin to such an extent. it is said, in various management tomes that one should cultivate a resilience to workplace feedback, akin to developing a callous against friction but if only implementing this was as elementary as acknowledging its necessity.

feedback loops are integral to refining one's skills within any occupation but when 'constructive criticism' feels more like a personal affront than a professional recommendation, it's somewhat challenging to adjust one's perception accordingly. theoretically understanding that feedback is indispensable for professional growth does not necessarily equate to emotionally withstanding the impact of such evaluations which evidently strike at the very core of one's professional identity. research suggests adapting an analytical rather than an emotional response might facilitate improved outcomes yet there's an innate human tendency towards defensiveness when confronted with perceived imperfections. disseminating extensive articles from psychological publications on adaptive feedback reception hasn't ameliorated my response thus far; conversely, it seems convoluted jargon provides scant solace when facing real-time assessments.

moreover there's this juxtaposition within corporate culture promoting openness while inadvertently encouraging competition among colleagues creating paradoxical expectations that foster sensitivity rather than resolve it: whether through unspoken hierarchies or explicit directives urging you onwards toward unattainable excellence benchmarks that shift like the sands of time seemingly beyond grasping unless you're some prodigious wunderkind destined for leadership roles beyond the mortal realm. i'm cognizant that possessing delicate sensibilities isn't beneficial nor sustainable long-term yet determining effective strategies remains elusive much akin to chasing shadows - forever present yet perpetually elusive.

Frankly, I feel like I'm surrounded by a bunch of lunatics, people trying to impose their way of being on others, and whose coexistence is based on what others can do to each other, resorting to something more than just a survival instinct, which they themselves understand and, in fact, disregard, even suggesting that others do things their way, all in the name of exerting that same power. Good heavens, where is this? This isn't an office, not in a million years. It's a wretched, bloody jungle, because everyone is seeking dominance at any cost. They go beyond the limits they want, at the expense of doing nothing, justifying it under the guise of the collective. It's truly a horrifying thing, and that's why I was so concerned with eliminating it from the premises, with making that system disappear completely, immediately, drastically, leaving no trace. At least that's how it is with me. In no way should it be known that I have no support for that way of life. Instead, I will be focused on rejecting it definitively until it's clear that this way of life is not for me. They, in turn, interpret this as a sign that fate is on my side, because I know how to navigate their impositions, even in the midst of crises. I was never going to let them lay a hand on me, nor make them feel that I was one of them, in their way, outside the rules. I was going to abide by them and uphold them, even if that was all it took, and personally, I wasn't going to make it public, not in any way. I was simply going to act as I saw fit, since they don't understand the rules, they don't live by them, so I have nothing to discuss with them, absolutely nothing. I'm not going to waste my breath, from every point of view, on misguided, downtrodden people.

I feel completely disappointed that I entered this place, where I can't have a remotely normal, decent, human friendship, but instead I have to put up with my friend going her own way and me going mine, at the expense of a comfort I don't know where she got it from, where she prefers a stranger who doesn't know if he follows the law, to someone who actually pays attention to it. What on earth is this girl running from? I don't understand it personally, and I don't have to, nor should the authorities defend it. Simply trying to avoid causing a disturbance—a permit, protected by law, that I'm entitled to exercise—and being told no because it's disruptive—I mean, the exercise of the law is disruptive within the grounds, and even outside their jurisdiction—living at the expense of imposing normality, going beyond the confines of the grounds—that's something I couldn't allow, and believe me, I was harassed for it no matter what. What a hell, what a girl who emerged from these walls and doesn't uphold the spirit of the law. From every point of view, what kind of pigsty am I in? What kind of place is this? What kind of place is this that's accustomed to using anything to destroy others and do it according to the rules? I'm not here to do what they want, not at all. My sense of responsibility is barely challenged by such petty squabbles. What do these people want? To create a criminal? To make me someone with a gun who starts shooting indiscriminately? That's not my idea. Now, understand those rigid, profile-based schemes and that business of "repairing" the individual, all in the name of achieving their peace. What a shameful environment. How can I be a part of this? How can I allow myself to be a part of this? In a place where social control is desperately sought in one way or another.

I'm fed up, and I can't take it anymore. I have to leave this place. I feel I must. This place is not suitable for decent people, for good people, but for invasive people who try to ensnare you, where the only goal is to hide the flaws of someone who fosters criminals in the embrace of a tyrannical incongruity. What am I doing with these people? There's nothing more shameful than seeing people trying to trap me, to put me between a rock and a hard place, to force me to help them at work, at their expense, putting me between someone who betrays the group, playing the victim, pretending I don't like them, when I'm not there to like anyone, but to do my job and maintain a positive work environment. One thing doesn't imply the other. This was the excuse my friend used; she was social, but then she wasn't, of course. That excuse served her to be social in an imposing way, well, with others, really; it never happened with me. Seeing this guy, trained to weave emotional tangles, my boss specifically, made me realize that he didn't know anything about management, contrary to what he led me to believe. It was already strange that he wrote on shop windows rather than a whiteboard, to begin with.

There were many things my boss did that I didn't see clearly, that I didn't notice. Those abusive comments, those overbearing ones, letting me into his office just like that—all in an effort to camouflage his authority, to diminish it, doesn't reflect well on any boss. It hurts that my friend has blocked me; I can't talk to her, can't say anything to her. Besides, I wouldn't know what to say, not at all. I'd desperately try to fill the void, and that's not the point. The point isn't to ruin things. We're in an environment where being friends is dangerous, where sharing things can compromise us both because we're disruptive, because we won't know how to stand up for ourselves, because we'll try to show that we're not on our own, each of us doing our own thing. Such extreme caution we have to exercise—what a shame. They don't even respect birthdays; they don't consider whether or not to celebrate them. Their way of life in that office is one of disrespect for diversity, and they resort to normalization whenever they can. You have to protect yourself however you can; it's every man for himself. And you have to live with the consequences, especially when it affects the bureaucracy. The problem lies there: not everyone can adapt, and they try to undermine those who do, putting up barriers. What kind of savages are these? There are no protocols to rely on, nothing to complain about, nothing to take refuge on except the effects of forced coexistence, effects that should never be shown. They're not right in the head, not at all. It took me a long time to realize this. They'll hide behind anything to achieve dominance, anything at all. They don't respect boundaries; they don't know about them. It's impossible for them to conceive of such a thing.

They're monsters, for God's sake, they don't know what they're doing, they live at the mercy of prejudice. Personally, I want to run away from that office; I don't want anything more to do with them. I don't know why I have a friend who has blocked me, for God's sake. What kind of friendship is that? What kind of person am I with who treats me without even making a simple effort to do things right? Well, actually, if she does, she does it well; she makes a lot of effort, she knows how to move forward on autopilot, and she always tries to make sure I have a place in her life. I don't know what else I could expect from a relationship in that kind of environment, really. It seems more logical that a friendship would develop under conditions where, by no means, for God's sake, would it be anything like what you'd find in school. What's happening is sensible, perfectly logical, and pleasing. I can't deny the facts, I just can't. How annoying! Why did I never have normal friendships? Friends who respected me and gave me that hug. Why did I get stuck with a boss who was trying to curry favor with anyone in his path? Why did I have to deal with relationships like these? Why did I get stuck in an office like this? I should be in a much better place, with organization and equally organized, pleasant relationships, where there was a supportive collective, yet I ended up in the worst possible place. It's disgusting.

We were playing black ops 2 zombies, kinda blazed, and being goofy. He suddenly does this spot on impression of Watto- Anakins slave owner in the Phantom Menace- and I just broke.

I'm asking him about how to spend points on this map we're playing, yk, come up with a plan. He hits me with the Watto "Annieee"

I burst out laughing and realized how bizarre the one scene in Attack of the Clones is. Anakin is searching for his mother, and he goes to watto for help. Tldr, he knows Anakin is basically a space wizard peace officer, and the first thing he says after homeboy is like 'yo, where's my ma?'

Watto: Ah that's great kid hey you wanna help me with some mafia deadbeats who owe me money? Annie please they owe me money' like WTF 💀💀💀 goofy ahh writing

Anyways

Im kinda just accepting love is not really for me or friendships sometimes idk ive been in 8 relationships some were good some were bad and thats ok and for friends i kinda just accepting no ones really gonna want to get to know me even if the friends are really nice im kinda just accepting that no one will put the same effort i do and thats ok i think im ok with being lonely i kinda just wish the desire for love or friendship kinda just goes away i think IM fina with being alone and thats ok i live my family and i forgave them for alot of things for manipulating me for trying to kill me when i was a baby i forgive them from the bottom of my heart and im ok with it i just wish the desire for love and friendship kinda just left me so i can truly be happy alone but i still crave it its hard

It's crazy to me that im just a kid and im already thinking about how life is gonna be when im gonna turn 20. Will i find a partner? (probably not). Will i find a house or a flat to live in? Will i struggle with rent? Will i finally get a cat to keep me company like one did in a dream of mine? Will i go out? I think u know the drill but one of the questions is different to me at least. And that one is: Will i even make it to 20?

I know i am a coward and that i cant do anything without guidance so the honest and most likely answer would be no, i won't make it to 20. But does that mean, that i have to throw all my dreams away now? My dreams of playing guitar, my dreams of photographing and my one and only important dream to find someone who will get me? Not even a partner but perhaps, my muse? My best friend? My soulmate? I always had a picture in my mind of this girl. Ginger hair, Freckles everywhere, long and sharp eyeliner, smoky eyeshadow, lip piercing, dark brown eyes, skinny figure, looking straight into my camera lens with eyes full of love and patience. Someone who would never turn her back on me but i know it's unrealistic, i cant find someone with those specific features but god i just wish someone could tell me that its gonna be okay, i will get through 20, i will be happy, i wont be stuck in a loop of working and laying on my bed staring at the ceiling, someone who would both tell me and make me feel like im worth something. Someone who will tell me that and say it to my face so i will never forget that.

This is so corny man i hate myself

I'm currently in high-school n I've been friends with the trans girl named Mars since the 6th grade and he used to like a boy who I'll call Alex . We are all in band, but both of them are in the same section and about a year ago Mars friend told Alex that he liked him n Alex rejected him, so he got really sad n he said and I quote "I'm going to end it all if I don't get fitter or get my new crush to date me" (his current boyfriend). After he said this I felt worse since I had also had a crush on Alex since the 6th grade but had known him since the 4th. So out of guilt I helped him get his current boyfriend and after a few week of them dating i decided to tell him that I had a crush on Alex. After I told him this he was like I thought u had a crush on him but at the time he said he was totally ok with me liking alex but due to exterior circumstances I ended up sitting n being paired for a final project with his boyfriend. So I believe he thought I would start liking his boyfriend so as the year ended our friendship became strained and he pulled away. The summer passed by n we didn't talk at all but about a week ago I texted him n told him that I was sorry n that it was ok if he didn't trust me anymore but that I wanted to apologize before school started n ge said that I had been forgiven but that he still didn't trust me fully which I understand but a few days ago during band camp i tried approaching him but he was a bit distant so I decided to back off. Alex was also there and he started teasing me and I started to tease him back since teasing is my form of showing care to others but as me and Alex were joking around Mars started to look annoyed and start intervening in our conversations. I got slightly annoyed but I didn't say anything since I was trying to patch things up. The next day I kept talking to Alex but I felt so wrong for enjoying talking to him especially infront of Mars. But today when Mars didn't show up I started feeling worse so I tried to avoid Alex but we kept making eye contact and he kept on trying to talk to me and by the end of the day I finally caved n I started talking to him and while talking I felt so happy but when the day ended I felt like a peice of crap but I have tried so hard to stop liking Alex but I always go back to him and he feels like a drug that has me hooked but after leaving his presence I feel like shit because i remember hey he is the reason one of your closest friends doesn't trust u anymore and it's a never ending loop.

why doesn’t my boyfriend love me anymore? he just got back from this two-week guys' trip to Thailand and boom... I'm invisible. It’s like flipping a switch. before his vacation, we were fine; sweet messages throughout the day, quick calls between meetings, you name it. now it's just crickets from his end. maybe it's culture shock coming back home seems alien compared to the party vibes over there. my friends say stress from work catches up with everyone after breaks but I smell something else; something fishy. it's bothering me that I can't put my finger on it.

you know when someone is multitasking a conference call while muting their notifications? textbook behavior in every professional playbook: ignore the noise until later but replace those emails with a girlfriend in this analogy and that's what I'm feeling firsthand. was our relationship really nothing more than background noise?

weird how he talked non-stop about some Phuket festival right as we sat down at the cafe where we had our first date. man, did he light up or what?! never saw him talk about our plans with such excitement unless you slapped on a ‘productive brainstorming session’ label, then maybe. never thought I'd say this but respecting both private time is blurred here.

then there's social media astronaut routine; blasting photos into orbit when none of us are in them together now? guess his new contact list gobbles more data than I do for breakfast.

so, standard mid-trip crisis or fresh thrill-seeker obsession sidelined in plain skin? too many rip curls rocking this small boat i captain. cheers to open threads! watch while I untangle more wires caught up here...

Hey guys. So I'm 19 and my boyfriend of 3 months just broke up with me. I know it doesn't seem like a long time, but it still hurts, ya know? I feel this weird urge to cry almost every day now😭 but the tears don't actually come out! It's like my emotions are stuck or something?? It's frustrating!!! Ugh.

I'm trying to stay positive and keep myself busy, but there's still that lingering feeling in my chest, wanting to burst into tears for no apparent reason. It's not even about missing him at this point. Maybe it's just all the changes happening in my life that is overwhelming? Or maybe I'm just being overdramatic😅

Anyway, I'm really frustrated with not being able to properly express how I feel. Everyone keeps telling me things will get better eventually... and while I believe them, right now it feels like such a struggle. Everything feels kinda dull... nothing seems fun anymore, you know what I mean?

But hey, deep down I know I gotta keep looking forward because that's what life's about...keeping on through the rough patches until you find your smile again😊 So here's hoping that moment comes soon.

I don't feel comfortable, but at least the office has shown what it means to be a professional: someone who values ​​themselves, who is judicious, who embraces their work, and who doesn't use their position as an excuse to do things. That chaotic office environment was shattered because it was completely dysfunctional and bitter, because its attempts at maintaining order didn't produce any positive results. My insistence on fostering a positive work environment has paid off, and I'm happy about that. I don't know if any of them will realize what I did, what my example was, but the important thing is to have a safe place to be. I think I deserve it, I think everyone deserves it. My friend, with her social awkwardness, deserves it too. She has the right to be who she is, within the social implications, of course, but they shouldn't go so far as to fire her for it, because of prejudice, because of fear, because of the difficulties it might cause, which are meant to be resolved systematically. But I think that's what those authorities don't understand. What happened in the office was no small matter, and that's why I've dedicated so much time to writing about it, to assess what I did, to see what it consisted of, and whether it's possible to implement it more broadly, more effectively. And I believe I've achieved that: becoming an effective citizen, a citizen capable of living with diversity, of setting boundaries in accordance with the wishes of others, the people. While the law may not explicitly protect this, the idea is to provide what is needed. Doing so isn't some kind of Wild West gunslinger or anything like that, not at all. Rather, the law exists for coexistence, and my people certainly have the capacity for it based on the law, which is extremely rich, complex, and adaptable. But precisely because of that spirit, it's often difficult to apply because it requires an embrace for which the people aren't prepared, due to the subtle details they have to accept, details that aren't something they're used to.

I wasn't interested in saying anything, in any way, but rather that everything be seen through practice. Words are just words, it's practice that can include words and, at the same time, not, as well as confront the doubts of practice through practice itself. Because, let's be honest: understanding an action the first time is a matter of luck, for God's sake, but I don't think my boss understands a single word of what I say, and I don't expect him to ever do so. For him, it's about taking precautions, looking ahead, when it comes to taking risks carefully, by any means necessary, assuming the consequences, of course, doing something about them, allowing them to unfold within limits. However, I insist, my boss believes that reality must be one and only one, in order to be able to describe it, in order to establish that we are dealing with a pleasant situation and that he doesn't speak ill of him, that he doesn't denigrate his image, that he doesn't contribute to denigrating it with his words, because it is from his incapacity that... In the case of all of us who perform actions, speak, in order to sustain ourselves in the world, striving to do something with it that is accepted, that course of action in our lives, the risk, is something discarded because it wasn't prevented, immediate peace wasn't achieved, and that it's an impossibility, a contradiction, a matter of that spirit.

I feel completely disappointed in the highest authorities regarding the selection of my boss as coordinator of two departments, knowing beforehand, and it's been known for some time, that the individual becomes a disaster with bureaucracy, he shatters it, destroys it, he wants to be in it but it rejects him, because he lives by using it in his own way, so that he looks good, because procedural matters are a matter of suspicion, that something is going on, of course, in the bureaucracy that's how it's perceived, and he doesn't allow the construction of evidence, he doesn't want to allow people to be enriched by doubts, but rather lives by remaining silent at all costs. This is the clearest profile of a dictator, one who silences dissent by any means necessary, in order to keep others where he wants them, instead of allowing the progress of daily life, of seeking ways to express oneself and share one's life, to embrace one's place in society. However, this individual has lived only to be irresponsible. I don't know why these authorities chose such a person; it seems there was something else that led to his appointment, which I find utterly disappointing. It demonstrates that this arbitrary selection process is not being conducted judiciously, and it shows that the organization is not prioritizing professionalism, but rather a sad and blatant self-interest, making me question everything they do.

What deep regret I feel, what pain. The authorities are voiceless, because their whole lives they've been supporting this guy, tolerating him at all costs, letting him evade responsibility for his actions, doing nothing. Where were these authorities in the beginning? What were they thinking? What were they thinking that they didn't see where things were headed? They claim they're always watching out for everyone, but there are those who aren't watching and let him do whatever he wants, and since this is my boss, it makes you think that's what happens when you just let him be whatever he wants and expect everyone else to put up with it, just like that. This is an outrage. I've said this before, and I'll say it again now—not in what I've written so far, of course—my boss destroyed the trust we employees had in the authorities. He shattered it. He showed that they're only there to run away from what's happening down below. It was emphasized, stressed, that if the head of my friend's group had to resolve things, she should do so at all costs, because otherwise, her intervention would only be to escape responsibility, to shift blame, just like what happened at that party where they framed my boss. They made him look like he was trying to run away from everything, like some pathetic, miserable politician, turning everyone else against him. The authorities have certainly paid a heavy price for him, they've endured a lot, but that wasn't going to continue. Now, they're no longer allies, they're enemies. My boss has made even more enemies among those authorities, in addition to those in the community. While he still has the support of the highest authority in the community, that's something that can't be ignored. If the company's authority has resigned itself to this, it's reached its limit. Indeed, the situation has reached its breaking point; the rumors have been proven true.

The mere fact that my relationship with my friend was successful, and that he so blatantly obstructed it, despite the evidence being everywhere, shows that he's acting on his own, that he's a manipulator, that he wants everyone on his side to do whatever he wants. Those who rebel against him are simply accused and marginalized to avoid exposing his own terrible work. The guy at that party didn't know what he was doing there; he was just looking for a pathetic escape after already being questioned by everyone else. The company's top management, not the community's, acted in a clearly unprofessional manner, abandoning any methodical approach. Their actions were entirely at the mercy of others, without any ability to connect with them. They are the antithesis of any leader, the black sheep among the authorities. Fortunately, my friend's group accepted me because I always supported them. I never sought to oppose them; on the contrary, I personally witnessed their belittling and refused to be a part of it. They saw that I was different, clearly acting with respect and humility, making no demands beyond what was required. I acted on my own initiative, demonstrating loyalty to the group, protecting them, and without any bureaucratic obligations.

I don't know what I ended up in. I came here to work in an office, and that's the last thing I want to be in, first of all, because words mean absolutely nothing and everything is done according to the group's interests. I have absolutely no desire to be in that office, and I've tried every possible way to stay safe in that jungle—because I can't really call it an office. I feel utterly ashamed that I allowed myself to go there, but perhaps other places are more dangerous because the unions aren't as entrenched, there isn't the same protection elsewhere, and that's what my father intends. I see that he wants to put me in other places where he knows very well that my spirit won't be valued, thus ensuring that any waste is my doing and that I'm at his mercy, definitively, that there's no arbitrariness, that I'm at the mercy of his services and his regulations, seeking to control me. The man wants to eliminate my freedom at all costs because, as I am now, I'm slipping through his fingers. I hadn't realized that; every day his instruments for taming me become more malicious. I don't know what happened to my friend from the office, I don't know where she is, and I'm afraid of being without her there. With her, I felt safe because I feel she can protect me from my boss and the others, unlike the higher authorities, who can only be present to a certain extent. Her group can also protect me, thanks to the support I've given them, but I'm looking for ways to extend that protection beyond my boss's constant intrusion, his self-serving attitude, and the complete neglect he wants to subject me to. If I say anything, it will only cause me more problems, and I didn't want that. I had to open myself up to other means of protection within the office. My father doesn't understand a single word I'm saying; at least he grasps that my degree was useless. It's a disaster at the office. I even used my personal belongings to fool my boss into thinking I was on his side, when it was really just a smokescreen to get rid of him once and for all and let my friend take over the office. She managed to break up a group she'd been dominating for a long time, giving her a place within their group, a level of appreciation that the others couldn't outright reject; they had to submit and look for ways to escape. My friend feels like the queen of the place, just for managing someone without actually doing anything, and she keeps me around by not shattering that illusion. She keeps things the same, not giving much beyond the bare minimum, but her affection is unwavering, making our moments unique and incomparable. In the middle of the office, she's definitely become a substitute for all my other friendships, especially since she doesn't do that with just anyone. I feel trapped, in the clutches of my friend and her group, but it's the best I can do for now. I had to hand over my boss and be loyal to my friend at all costs, despite appearances. My safety came first, and I wasn't going to trust my boss's ability to provide it, since that wasn't his job. He was doing something based on a future promise that he wasn't even sure would be kept. With him, I felt like a pathetic object, a piece of equipment, or whatever—something he doesn't care about and trusts.

The guy abused my trust however he wanted; he didn't care. All he cares about is having the path, the route, to slide down wherever he wants. The guy was a monster, and for a long time now, he's been provoking me to write vulgarities, obscenities, insults, and other things. In that group, my boss's group, I couldn't communicate with an AI for emotional support; it terrified them. In fact, they humiliated him, creating instability in any way they could, making a scene. It was a group that simply operated from the premise that I didn't feel supported in my own life, but rather that they themselves, the directors, were the support. That's how they saw me; they saw me as someone to fulfill their ideals, desperately. I had never seen anything like it, and I never thought I would. It was monstrous. It was a group that wanted me subservient. Luckily, in the new group I'm in now, there's a bit more respect for me, my space, my life. They allow me to be the way I want, of course, also considering their needs, which is what has earned me a place. Treating my friend is something they find phenomenal, because none of them manage to treat her, and at the same time there is that commitment to her, and someone like that is needed in the group, who can give her some space, some companionship, so that she doesn't look alone; it was an issue they had pending.

My friend's group was in a really tough spot. That girl was literally on her own, and it certainly wasn't her intention. She didn't know what she was doing; she was erratic, trying to get ahead. I've heard that these groups—because it's a group of women—look for some kind of solution for that person, anything, as long as she doesn't fall behind. It's not pleasant to see one of them have her life ruined, especially when it's not her intention, especially when she's out of place, especially when it's a woman. Good heavens, unlike men, at least in the culture I'm in, that kind of thing isn't in the nature of women, because of their understanding. They accept me in that group with her because there's someone who's with her at all times, even though I'm not obligated to be there for any reason. They consider it a gift, a kind of present.

Despite everything, it's not something that's fully appreciated, at least not openly. The gift, the present in return, is that there's no complaint, and the deal is allowed to continue, to proceed. In fact, there's a different kind of treatment from my friend's group. I feel so bad for her; I didn't want her to go to hell, especially in an environment that was clearly going to take advantage of her sooner or later, and I couldn't allow that. My boss is that kind of person, and it had to be made clear to him, he had to be the one to make it clear, that those kinds of attitudes, under no circumstances, can be allowed, can happen, can occur, because otherwise there will be consequences, otherwise life is ruined, just like what happened to that guy. The idea that there won't be any surprises and that one is above the culture is a thing of the past, that's broken. The office hasn't yet transcended the entire world, and that's impossible, but they lived off that omnipotence they tried to salvage at all costs. But I don't believe that the people should live on lies, not at all. My boss has gone completely mad, insane, I mean, I don't feel like I can write very coherently right now. It's just that the AI ​​service is back up and running, which used to give me a certain degree of control, but now it doesn't, and I feel like I'm back to my old self, able to resort to chat whenever I want, for whatever reason, but there's this feeling that the whole thing might not survive at all, not in any way.

During that period with the AI ​​like this, broken, not giving me what I wanted, I tried to write and write and reached a point where I felt completely overwhelmed. Luckily, we're not officially working in the office anymore, although things are still pretty chaotic there. Good heavens, what a life with those people! I feel like I've learned to be a gorilla, clearly, having to outsmart even the best con artists just to be able to feel safe in that community. I feel respect and admiration from everyone, and that makes me very happy. I feel included and not left out, not allowed to be dragged into my boss's schemes, and that makes me feel safe. With my friend's group, plus the support of the surroundings, plus the secretary who also left, my boss has no power.