Life Stories and Everyday Drama - page 2

Fuck. FUCK, MAN. Just. Fuck.

I can't.. I just need to get some of this out. Its drowning. Memories man. Feelings. Old and new.

I remember mother and father fighting and the violence of it. He'd had enough, himself no better a place than us. A house of terror. No one was safe. But he's the protector. He's supposed to be the one with power, with Command. He's supposed to be the strong one. All the machismo falls away

She's broken him, at least then. He left. I cower in the corner. This is where it all began, where she gave herself permission to become the evil she did. I should have left. He turns to me, I'm on the balcony. Mom says she will kill me if I leave the house. I believe her. He remarks on her begininning drug habits, her whoring

I cry out for him. He turns and says "Don't worry my son!" he says it in Spanish. Our mother tongue.

"I'll come back for you! I'll come back for you!!!"

He doesn't. Not hard enough. Years go by, all alone alone. She does it all. I see it all. He knew enough, they all knew. the distant ones. No help, but they knew. he promised me he promised me, and now I struggle. now I'm broken and alone. wh didn't you come back for me dad? God damn you. Damn us all. I lost everything because of them. Left to die with her. Somehow lived. But I'm dead anyways, inside. Breathe in and out. Just need to breathe. God help me. I forgive him. I forgive my dad. He was broken too. But responsibility. parents responsibility. no excuse. his responsibility. should have done anything, even kill her. Wouldn't let my son suffer as I did. I'd never. they knew they knew what she was doing and they left me. God why did they leave me

Job interview soon. Came all this way, all this way. Everything.. so much so much. Memories. Two hours to go, I need to keep it together.

I woke up, and it was okay. Then that apparition. That version of Mom that stays with me creeping behind my eyes. I hear my cries and screams but they sound far away and I can't always tell if it's now or then. I remember blood and I remember

things in the dark man that I can't think of right now I need to keep it together. I breathe in and out. It's 2026. I'm a young man now. I'm far away from them all, no one has hurt me no one can. But she's with me, it's like she's around the corner. More screams inside my ears. Hers and mine and others. So many pictures flash before my eyes that I can't unsee. So many whispers in my ear echoes of arguments and abuse. So many smells and so many things my skin crawls to see inside my mind. I tell myself let some out, and lock it away. She's not here. She's not anywhere near here. She can never find me. I disappeared. Even if she could, I could handle it. I'm okay, I have to be okay for just a little while. No more past. Just now. Writing helps. Just keep writing. Missed counseling session yesterday, first one. was shaking, breathless. Have to try again next week, or find a place less busy. Inhale, to 4, exhale, to 4. All there is they say ahahaha. I'm doing it. It's over now I just need to remember that. remember that I'm now, not then.

So I’ve been thinking about Winnie the Pooh and honestly, I kind of hate this character. It’s weird, right? Like, how do you hate a silly old bear? But every time I see him or hear about him, it just annoys me. Sure, he's all cuddly and sweet on the outside, but let’s face it: he’s not that great when you really think about it.....

First off, he seems so lazy and clueless. Always needing help from his friends to do the simplest things, I get that it's supposed to be endearing but come on. Am I the only one who thinks it's a bit much? It irritates me to no end how he just floats through life relying on everyone else in Hundred Acre Wood.

And what's with that weird obsession with honey? It's like he's got no other interest or hobby besides stuffing his face with it. Don’t even get me started on how often he gets stuck in holes because of it; doesn’t he ever learn? You’d think once would be enough to change those habits.

Oh man, don't even talk to me about how forgetful he is. The dude literally struggles with remembering anything beyond what’s right in front of him. Makes me wonder if there's ever any growth there or if he's just stuck as this eternally bumbling character forever.

Maybe I’m overthinking this (after all, it's just a kids' show 😅) but talking animals aside, there's something about characters who never grow up or take responsibility that gets under my skin. Anyway, that's my two cents.

bipolar disorder... let's talk about it, okay? i'm just really fed up with the sheer amount of myths floating around about this. there's so many people out there who think they know everything but honestly have no clue what they're talking about. like, one minute they're acting all sympathetic and the next they're making ridiculous assumptions!! it's frustrating af! i mean, sure, everyone has heard the term 'bipolar disorder' but do most really understand what it means? i doubt it.

people often imagine someone who is constantly switching between extreme moods in a blink of an eye!!! hello?? that's not exactly how it works. it's not some sort of emotional light switch that flips on and off at random. it's more complicated than that, you know? sometimes i've got days where i'm totally fine and then other times things just get way too overwhelming to handle; does that sound like a freaking light switch to you???? yeah, didn't think so.

i had a friend once who thought being bipolar was just being super moody and indecisive; he kept saying stuff like 'just make up your mind already!' as if it were all that simple. it's not like choosing which movie to watch or deciding between pizza or burgers for dinner. this isn't something trivial!!! ugh makes me wanna pull my hair out sometimes! 🤦‍♂️ seriously though, we need more understanding and less myth spreading when it comes to mental health issues like this.

It's so stupid, thinking about this after all that happened and after all this time, but I miss my friends. I miss when we were kids and people mistook up for family. I miss when making mud cakes and playing with their cat was the most important thing we had to do. I miss we i could certainly say that they would never lie to me. I was wrong of course. But i believed It with all my heart because that was the closest i had ever been, and maybed ever will be, to someone.

And honestly, i saw It coming, I even said to their face, That i felt something was wrong. And they told me i was over thinking it.

And It was normal. We grew up. It was bound to happen eventually. But it still hurt when It actually happened. It still hurts now.

And I hate them now, and maybe they probably never even cared.

We will never be friends again. And I don't think i'll ever stop missing them. And It going to hurt everytime i meet someone even remotely similiar because i will never have that kind of connection again.

So here's the thing: I always thought that saying "If you're in love with two persons choose the second one" was some cheesy rom-com crap, something you'd find on a quote poster next to "Live Laugh Love". But dang it, maybe it's got some truth to it. A couple of months ago, I was caught up in this whirlwind drama where I had feelings for two people at the same time. Yup, exactly as messy and confusing as it sounds! It's like my heart couldn't make up its stupid mind. There was person one, who I've known forever. The kind of friend that turns into more, you know? Comforting, reliable... but maybe too predictable? And then there was person two who just swooped in all charming and exciting like a breath of fresh air. Made me feel alive with all these butterflies and stuff. Now that's what you call a plot twist!

I spent sleepless nights overthinking until my brain felt like mashed potatoes. Eventually, after weighing pros and cons like some sort of emotional calculator, I picked person one thinking 'better the devil you know', right? Big mistake! Not even weeks later did reality hit hard when all those old routines came creeping back reminding me why things never took off before; predictability kills romance folks!!!! Meanwhile person two drifted outta my life like yesterday's news leaving behind questions 'what if...?' rippling through ever since. Guess "you snooze ya lose" is fitting here huh?!

Yeah yeah hindsight is 20/20 blah blah but seriously why didn't someone shake sense into me?! All those signs staring right at ya yet ya still screw up royal style (my own personal version of love island without cameras). It's frustrating how easily comfort can blind us from genuine feelings sometimes creating this false security blanket wrapped tight around our choices convinced they're correct while deep down inside whispers tell ya otherwise.

Now I'm stuck playing catch-up trying desperately not letting regret drown everything else out coz honestly coulda-beens really suck don't they!? So lesson learned folks: trust your gut even when logic screams opposite direction coz let's face it sometimes hearts are smarter than brains anyway amirite?? Anyway good old hallmark advice wins again! Next time I'll listen... maybe...

its not good to see breast cancer clinics as an occult centre but that is what happened to my family. we were singled out and tortured by the staff who wanted to live in our street and abuse us on their drug bender. it was a church bound hospital. that was most of the problem that religion was being wrongly used for sexual depravity and decline and abuses. the crime is there's to own for life behind bars when surgeons do illegal practices and drugs and harvest abuse on the kids of the patient. i can't forgive and won't. and you can't have my house. i will charge you with illegal wrongful surgeries. as it is i had one bad medical one done on me a few years ago and they are still trying to kill me. they sexualised at my vagina and i think gave me an std that i might have to have the other side cut out where the penis poison touched i don't know why they keep doing this to me. as i have not had sex other then forced assault and its been a poophouse journey i didn't ask for . but i think i have legal rights on this and if they keep abusing me. i will talk more to a doctor about all this. cuz to go cut the other side of my vagina from 14 years ago where the other side was cut out cancer cells is a worry and so i am told you can't get stds from toilet seats and sex toys or other things that easy, its actually hard for the virus to live outside the human morphis.

Can you really have more than one love language? I mean, I get it that everyone has their own way of expressing and receiving love, but isn't it going a bit overboard to juggle between multiple ones? Listen, I'm not some relationship guru or anything, but I can't ignore the fireworks people make about these 'love languages'. We're living in an era where saying “I love you” ten different ways seems like the new normal; where an itch to receive gifts might just translate into your partner's idea of a warm hug. But man, how do you navigate through this labyrinth when there’s so much contradiction? 😅

Relationships aren't exactly my forte. Nevertheless, I've seen folks bend over backward trying to tick off every box on the love language checklist. It's chaotic seeing them bounce from words of affirmation straight to physical touch and back again. If you're whispering sweet nothings while simultaneously pulling off grand acts of service... doesn't it become exhausting rather quick? Trying so hard to be who they think you need them to be is like watching someone running a marathon at sprint pace.

The theory behind those five love languages is cool though: words of affirmation, acts of service, receiving gifts, quality time and physical touch... all neat little boxes right? They say understanding these helps build stronger connections (or whatever) but isn’t assuming everyone fits neatly into one or even worse forcing yourself into a specific category problematic in itself? Sigh... People seem so obsessed with fitting themselves into these molds as if that's gonna magically fix their relationship woes.

Not gonna lie; I'm guilty of buying into this hype too once upon a time. 🙄 Everyone's raving about how knowing each other's language can smooth things out but isn't it possible we're overcomplicating simple human affection? Isn't love supposed to be intuitive rather than instructional manual dependent? It annoys me endlessly when something beautiful becomes industrialized just because some 'expert' scribbled a bestseller.

In conclusion (if there's ever such a thing when ranting), maintaining genuine bonds shouldn't feel like deciphering ancient hieroglyphics or jumping through flaming hoops for validation! Let heart-led actions guide instead: chase authenticity over gimmicks any day! But then again... what do I know anyway?

being in the corporate world for so many years, i have realized just how easy it is to fall into the trap of emotions when you're constantly working with people. at 35, here I am wondering how to stop this frivolous cycle of falling in love with my colleagues over and over again! maybe it's the eight-hour days and endless meetings where you get drawn into their quirks which make them irresistible sometimes, or perhaps it's the camaraderie established on shared professional challenges that makes everything more intense. i mean, who wouldn't find someone attractive when they're so passionate about what they do? but there are times when professionalism should be maintained above all else and not influenced by a personal attachment.

it's really rather inconvenient for me when these feelings spark up often against reason; i keep telling myself that we must maintain clear boundaries between personal life and our work environment otherwise i'm inviting unnecessary complications within my career trajectory. maintaining this constant balance seems a hard-won battle especially since people have seamless ways of winning someone's heart without intending to! knowing fully well the repercussions it causes on my overall productivity levels during tasks or decision-making processes drives me nuts. worse still: each time i try to rationalize or suppress those butterflies in my stomach only leads towards tangled scenarios which eventually become embarrassing if mishandled! think about closing contentious deals while your heart does somersaults whenever you hear one particular voice!

someone might suggest focusing entirely on workload as distraction but there'll always be occasions such as project collaborations requiring interpersonal engagement! unfortunately attempts like avoiding any rapport beyond professionality barely lasts long enough until natural attraction reignites through little things!! simple gestures: an offer of coffee during break room conversations move beyond what could be considered friendly intentions blurring defined lines previously set...and then i'm back at square one struggling yet again determining if current scenario is just infatuation feverishness destined fizzle out soon...or genuine interest worth exploring further entertainment sake or sense plausible outcome eventual turbulence inside office walls...oh quandary!

All my friends, so far away now. I'd love to make some here, in Toronto. I'm always my best with others, being alone is just too much. Gahhh

There I was, 9yo, happy going to the bathroom in the middle of the class. Then I thought "why not poop in the middle of the hallway". Hell yeah, I did it.

Next it was lunch break, when I got out of class everyone was around the poop like "oH MY GOOOOD" and stuff, turns out the blame ended up going for the security guy from school (don't know how it's called in English).

Well, days went by and he never appeared in the school again, and for the history of the entire school it was recorded that it was the security guy. Oops I guess.

So guys i need advice like how do i stop being an actor and i dont mean in like a movie no more like i act when im with different peole like im part of this script where my part is of some irrelevant character in a sense like IM only their to build the plot like im always someone different personality different persona like how do i stop that like idk how to feel things kinda in a sense to get love i have to act this way to get people to like me i have to act this how do i be me if i dont even know what being me means like who am i what am like what is me what is my true self i dont know ive been doing this unconsciously for so long that i dont know who i am anymore kinda just like an imitator im just there and i cant even connect with people i just dont know how to be me if i dont know who me even is and even then its probably why no one will ever choose me because they wont even know themselves im just sad i always think i will get betrayed and when it happens in one way or another i think im right happens a couple of times and i dont know anymore guys like idk i really dont know and it doesnt help when no one ever makes the time to choose you to want to be with you or hangout with you what do i do because im going insane trying to figure what i am or who im supposed to be when i dont know who me is

lately, life has taken an unexpected turn. my wife of seven years decided to leave the house two months ago. she sent me divorce papers through the mail. it's surreal how things can change so quickly; one moment we were planning a weekend getaway and the next i'm looking at legal documents trying to make sense of it all. i can't dwell on negativity though, mainly because I have these two amazing kids who need me more than ever right now.

it's been challenging to say the least but i'm determined to focus on every positive aspect that this new chapter might bring. raising these youngsters on my own has given me a fresh perspective on parenting. every day is a learning experience: from managing school runs to creating impromptu backyard adventures, there’s never a dull moment! 😅

for instance, last weekend, we camped out in our living room watching their favorite movies and making popcorn like it was a five-star cinema. moments like these are precious gems waiting to be appreciated often hidden behind layers of daily chaos; that's what keeps me moving forward with hope and optimism...

ok, I've been doing this therapy thing for 2 freakin' months and guess what? No noticeable difference! 😤 Isn't therapy supposed to work magic or something by now? I'm still feeling all bleh and no enlightenment in sight. What's wrong with me? Did I get a dud therapist or is it just typical fluff? heard some quote about 'patience is a virtue,' but come on, two months of dishing out my life's sob stories should have triggered some mystical change, right?

honestly, i'm paying hefty cash to feel... the same! 🤨 Apparently therapists understand the complexities of one's psyche like nobody else. Random internet advice claims 'progress isn't linear', but aren't there supposed to be some signs of progress after continuously emptying your emotional reserves during sessions? While pondering Aristotle's rant about 'knowing thyself', I wonder if self-actualization decides to take its sweet time. maybe hope's this elusive carrot dangling forever ahead while I race along the existential treadmill.

So me and a friend that I haven't seen in a while was hanging out. I havent talked to him or heard from him in almost 2 years which was strange how he wanted too just "hang out". It was around 9:00 at night and I already got into my plush fuzzy grey pajama pants when he asked too hang out. I didnt feel like changing bc i was so comfy. So I just decided too throw my super soft fleece jacket on and go pick him up. Well I picked him up and we were just chilling hanging out and drinking beers in the truck. Thats when he asked me if I been seeing this girl nam abby and so i said yes ive been seeing her for months. As soon as I said that he reached right between my legs and got a super hard grip on my plush covered balls and I didnt have any underwear on bc the pants are super super soft I immediately whimpered and moaned and closed my legs which made his grip even tighter I felt so confused on why my balls were being squeezed especially through these specific pants and what he said next made every thing make sense he said " I figured you would be in these pants ive always wanted to bust your balls in them I just needed a reason and now I got a reason" I responded back with a breathless moan "wtf did I do pleaseee let go ahhhh" well apparently Abby was his recent ex and I had no clue bc I havent seen him in years.