Life Stories and Everyday Drama - page 4

What do you think about "social media detox"?

It's good?

It's bad?

I'm happy and stable but I think that I need to focus on more important things than spending time on social media

I don't think i'm malicious. Then again maybe i'm wrong. But still. I don't do It on purpose. I'm Just scared and nervous and thinking. I'm horribly selfish definitely and selfcentered probably, and dumb obviously. And maybe she's right about the fact that i can't really care about others. And maybe my attempt at showing love are Just attempts at asking for forgiveness for being bad. But I don't think i'm malicious. I did do It on purpose i was Just tired and i didn't want her to start yelling again like She always does. she did anyway, and It was pointless. Could've there been a better solution? Yeah probably. But I was too scared and nervous to see it. And i'm sorry i didn't. But I was already scared of yelling at me. She thinks i'm malicious ig. That maybe i have an evil plan. But i was already thinking about what to do If she did decide to hurt me or to hurt/ruin one of my things. I'm not malicious and i don't have an evil plan. I Just can't be good. And i mess up all the time. And i can't blame her if she wants me gone.

You know when you love someone, but you really, really despise everything they are and their whole person, and their opinions and the way do and approach things. And your stomach twists in rage and hate and disgust when they're around? And you can't actually be Happy or love them quite right because you know you feel much differently inside? Better yet, you know when parents want their children to Learn how to swim and they just throw them in the water and Hope for the best? Yeah. That's what she does with everything. Not with me, cause i was a down right horrible child that was digusting and full hate. She didn't need to give any more. But she uses that approach with everything even important things. She throws them there. Makes important decisions and promises on a whim and hopes for the best. Except she never actually puts effort into anything. And past a certain point she gets tired and novelty of her new obssession dies out and She Just leaves It to rot. And most of the time It doesn't work. Things break and go to sh*t. And then she burst into rage and quits. Typical. It's funny cause She insists onto saying and presenting herself like the most important blessing that ever came on Earth. Which yeah. In a sense. Sure. She always starts with good intentions. And she has some solid values which i really admire. And she loves. A lot. But It's very hard to get her interest. And if she isn't interessed she ignores everything and concentrates on her newest obssession leaving everything to rot. She insists that I know nothing. And that i'm Just a scaredy cat and i exagerate. But she spent most of my Life yelling and shouting and shamming things and threathing to hurt me or destroy things I care about. And all those Animals she says she saved and loves? They flinch at every sound and movement and Hide and run away whenever they can tell she's mad. And i think that says more about her than it does of a misbehaving puppy. Maybe It's subjetive. But i honestly don't think that's love. Love and family shouldn't be built on fear and intimidation and d*ath threats. That is just picking the lesser evil to continue to survive. Recently she's been talking more about her family and i realize more and more how she Is and Why. And she's right they are worse. And their love for her was conditional. And she still loved them and still holds most of them in High regard. And that's another thing i hate about her. She so full of love. Even though she's clearly bitter about what they have done. But She lets that bottle up and takes out on others that in her regard are "under her". She's so full of love that rotted and turned into rage. And that Is something i will never forgive her for. I love her so much and i admire her a lot and i'm so sorry for cause she didn't deserve anything that happened to her. But love rots and turns into this horrible ugly thing that she passed down to me. And i hate her for It. I hate for everything. I hate her never putting effort into anything. I hate her for never listening. I hate her for always taking decisions for me. I hate her for being so superficial and fickle. I hate her for spontanuos and loving but also so full of rage and scary. And i hate her even more, because all those horrible things are exactly how she describes me. I hate that we're so alike in things in the worst ways possible. And i hate that we're so different that we Clash on everything. And can't have genuine things in common. And i hate her because I know she hates me too for those exact reasons. Though. To be honest i Guess this says as much about her than It does about me, since i'm all of this i'm saying out of hatred for her. And out of the bitter and sharp painfull feeling right next to the admiration I have for her. I am like her and much worse after all, all that hate in the pit of my stomach Is simmering and It's making more and more horrible by the day. She says i'm like them. Like him. But i've never actually known them and known what they're like so i can't be sure. What i am sure of though? I won't take responsibility and guilt for decisions she made and consequences she causes. I've already had horrible spirals and thoughts because of her, i have enough guilt to manage on my own . I've been trying to improve for years now and i think that starts with shutting her yelling out.

Sometimes I feel as though, out of all the difficult partners one could end up with, I somehow ended up with the most challenging one. While I do believe I love him, there are moments when I wonder if we’re truly a good match. I often hear friends in strong relationships say that despite any hardships, loving their partner has always felt natural and easy. For me, it hasn’t felt that way—it often feels complicated, and that leaves me questioning whether we’re truly compatible.

Part of the challenge seems to come from the way he processes things. He tends to take a very long time to think before committing, agreeing, or even engaging with something, which can make even simple issues feel unnecessarily drawn out or difficult. At times, it feels as though he deliberately complicates things—almost like he’s testing me to see how I’ll handle it—which feels exhausting and unfair.

There are also dynamics in how he communicates that I find troubling. For example, he often insists on sharing his opinion, almost as if not doing so would mean his voice has been silenced. Yet, if the roles are reversed—if he has spoken but I haven’t—that imbalance doesn’t seem to bother him. To me, this feels selfish and inconsiderate, though there was once when I asked why does he always need to share his opinion even if he knows it will hurt someone, he frames it as part of his cultural upbringing. Personally, I see it less as a cultural trait and more as a learned behavior, especially from his mother, who carries a similar need to always assert her perspective.

While his mother is undeniably intelligent and accomplished, she also often comes across as dismissive or overly certain of her own views. Unfortunately, I see that same habit reflected in him, and it can make our conversations feel one-sided and draining. At times, I wish he could simply listen and observe without feeling the constant need to interject or assert himself.

The last time I was here, I talked about my struggles in getting employed as an autistic girl with issues that directly go against the expectations of a job.

Well, against all odds, I got one! And it's my dream job! Wow!

...or so I thought.

It's zero-hours, minimum-wage, because that's all I could get and I know better than to hope for more. That's not the issue.

The issue is that while my bosses are super accommodating and have tried to allow me my adjustments, I've come to find there are parts of this - and likely every job - that I just can't tolerate.

I come home exhausted and in agony from walking around every day even if I've been allowed to sit as needed.

Customers find fault with me no matter how pleasant I try to be (and then complain to my bosses instead of just telling me? why are people.).

The staff reactions to my existence vary from passive-aggressive judgement (not paranoia, I have caught them laughing at me) to constant verbal digs that I know won't be solved since the one responsible for that holds a lot of responsibilities in the company and I am far more replaceable.

There's a severe lack of routine and communication in a way that is mostly unavoidable due to the nature of the job, supply issues that cannot be easily fixed meaning I get the backlash when we run out, and everything is too loud and too much pretty much all the time.

I've tried my best, I've been there just over a month now, and I was hoping I'd be able to ease into it as we went but over time the cracks are beginning to show in a big and dreadful way. It's like I got everything I wanted, but it's all come out wrong and now it's hurting me instead.

I have no time for hobbies or even basic self-maintenance - I can't cook, I can't clean, I can't anything. I barely eat now - either no energy after work or so anxious I throw up before it. Showering happens only if I force myself to wake up early to do it. My room looks like a bomb hit it, and the sink is full of dishes that neither I nor my dad have the energy to wash.

I don't feel human, which sucks because I'd just got good at feeling human before all this - now I just work and then I come home and shut down until it's time to work again.

"So quit. Just leave, and find another job" - but if I quit I'm back to jobcentre hell and my emotionally abusive dad will never let me hear the end of how he was right that I'd fail at this job.

It's awful but it really doesn't feel like there's any 'good' outcome for me here. I wanted change and I got it, but now I want to go back to how it was.

It's just down to what I'm willing to tolerate more - this job or more years of jobsearching, which will be made longer by the fact I GOT a job, lasted a month, and then left.

I could stay in a job that I hate, that physically hurts me and saps all my energy for anything at all even on the shortest shift, but at least I get paid (until they decide to let me go, like every other place, probably, but we'll burn that bridge when we come to it.)

Or, I can quit, be tormented by my immediate family about it, and go back to soul-crushing jobsearch hell where there's nothing for me AND I'm paid far less, but I'm not in physical pain and I get to actually feel like a human person some of the time.

Neither option is good for me, but I worry I'm going to be pushed into choosing sooner rather than later, so I'd like your thoughts.

This feels so incredibly strange to actually write out. But one of my closest friends, who I’ve known for over 5 years now, I think, well I know really, that I’ve fell for. We’ve had an ongoing little thing, since about november of last year, in which he was in a previous relationship for a bit. That in itself is another story.

my issue is, that i didn’t think it was doing much bad for me, in terms of i didn’t feel like it was eating me up inside. but i woke up with such a pit in my stomach, and i felt like my heart had been ripped into two yesterday when I didn’t feel as close to him as usual.

i’m not sure what advice im hoping to receive, coming clean and getting all o my feelings of my chest to him would probably be smartest. but he’s complicated, and im scared to do that too.

[ this is taken directly from a desktop file I made recently. it was originally supposed to act as a message, but not anymore. take this into account. ]

hello. i won't say your name, you probably don't want me to speak it anyway. i look over all the shitty things you said to strangers about me every day. it reminds me of how you really think of me rather than how you want me to think. and yet you still wonder why i cut myself off. ironic, isn't it? all those things you said about me not understanding you, even if you did the same thing back to me tenfold. how funny must it be to make a big point about leaving me behind only to talk shit about me when i take a break? when i express my own beliefs and opinions rather than yours? when i do anything that you don't like? even if i didn't even know? and yet, i didn't cut you off for myself. ironically, i did it for you. you're making new friends, glorifying them to me as if i'm nothing. as if you're looking at me and saying 'see these people? let me tell you just how much better friends they are'. stop telling me what you think i want to hear. two-faced.

-b

My parents spoke to me in English from 0-10, even though we are not western at all. I spoke in English, read in English, and though in English. But they realized their mistake too late, and only started speaking to me in Iranian from 11 untill now, fifteen. I previously understood Iranian perfectly well, but wouldn't talk in it. Thankfully I am now able to hold my own in Iranian with family members, yet that doesn't seem to stop anyone from thinking i'm an airhead. I live in an Arab country. Great for when you're already struggling with two languages, why not throw one more on that pile? I understand Arabic, Iranian and English completely, but can only fluently and easily talk in English. I think in English. Then translate. It is so incredibly tiring, and it's impossible to describe the feeling to my parents who grew up speaking all three. They think in a mix of languages. I think in only English. When I open my mouth, I have to force anything that's not English out, and it's so incredibly frustrating because I have no respect for this language. This disgusting, not pleasing to the ear, language of the colonizers who took everything including my tongue. How dearly I wish to speak Arabic and Iranian. These beautiful, rich languages that have so much to do with me, and nothing to do with the west. I want to read Quran fluently, read poems in Iranian, and finally be able to talk to people who don't know English easily. I'm so sick of making a mistake while trying to speak and then eternally getting labelled as a chicken nugget. I am worth more than the language I speak, and it is so disheartening to be pushed aside before I get the chance to express myself. I'll show a family member my report card, and they'll ignore the 100% in all other subjects except for islamics and Arabic, 90%. And the reason why I can't get the full marks is because I lack participation, because I can't answer a question unless in English or broken Arabic. I feel stupid, even though I know my worth, and I don't know what to do. Because every time I try to push myself to talk in broken Iranian or Arabic, I get laughed at. By the people who speak broken English. Can't they see? That I don't have what they have, and they don't have what I have? I am no less than them, I know it but it stings nevertheless. How on earth do I fix this? I'm open to any suggestions (╥_╥)

It's no longer anonymous for me. I started venting here because I could get advice from people who don't know me. But someone who does know me knows my so-called "anonymous" username somehow, and I know his. I'm switching to a different anonymous venting site, where I can use a different username for each vent. I'm not telling where, for my privacy. Peace out people.

Everytime someone is trying to fix something it always comes out the worst but it's fine it is what it is lol

I'm on my journey to lose weight and I'm looking for an easy and always a healthy way to lose weight.

Thanks for the advices, xoxo

Yea that's right. I feel like dying in my family. No one understands me. My mother has constantly abused me, beaten me up, given me so many bruises ever since I was young. I got headfalls. I used to get burnt with spoons heated on stoves when I was young. If I would ever talk about going out, like playing outside, or asking them for something to eat or anything, I would constantly get beaten up. My dad would never do anything. He would just stand there on a corner and say, bear with it, as if he's consenting to whatever is happening to me right now with my mother. It has always made me feel like I don't belong here. They just gave birth to me for the sake of it, for producing a child and to compete with the family. Ever since I was young, I used to get beaten up every single day for the most childish reasons. One time, I went to school and came back and didn't study and said that I'm going to go out and play and didn't come back for after the, you know, curfew time. My mother just locked me up outside for like half an hour and I just got so scared and anxious because she used to say that, she used to threaten me that people would rape me, that men would kidnap me and rape me when I was that young. I was like in fourth grade. Imagine saying that to a fourth grader, let alone your own child. It just broke me. Completely. I got extremely tired of staying here. Now I finally have the chance of moving out this country itself, if i won't get it, idk what i might do to myself.

Sorry if this feels too long for y'all. Do skip this if you don't wanna go through it all. I feel like I'm reaching out desperately for attention and warmth by people by doing this. But I'm gonna say it all anyway. I'm a victim of bullying in school. I've never been able to say it all completely word by word before until now. It all started with me falling off of my school van, and of course constant headfalls by family abuse, and developing epileptic seizures. I got heavily targeted by my school mates for this temporary disability i had. I used to eat tabs for seizures, i don't remember the name of it as my parents moderated my medications. It made me lethargic and drunk basically. I barely had any idea of what was happening around me. I was always in a daze. But everyone, took advantage of it and belittled me. Even one of my teachers. It all actually started from 3rd grade, before that i was extremely bright and a top grade student. Also started from my 3rd grade homeroom teacher. She knew i had a problem and would still make me do things i genuinely couldn't and then punish me in front of everyone, announcing everyone that I'm a "Retard", yea that's right, she used that word at me without any sense of remorse or sympathy for me. And this is how no one started respecting me. They'd steal my tiffins, my stationery, put stones in my backpack, pull my hairband and throw them in the dustbin, break stuff and then blame me for doing it because OF COURSE I HAD NO IDEA ABOUT WHAT WAS GOING ON I WAS COMPLETELY OUT OF EVERYTHING AND FELT LIKE A BURDEN. Once my "friends"... my naive ass used to think they were my friends, broke my bench partner's glasses, and blamed it all on me when i was clearly just taking a nap. They beat me in the class in front of everyone. I went and complained to my teacher about it but she did nothing ofc. I got a stray dog bite in 5th grade, and yeah... it fuelled their excuses for bullying me. I joined karate in school to kind of cope with all this, and i was surprisingly very adept at it. But yeah, i became an outcast to everyone there too, except my sensei who used to praise me for everything. 6th grade. I got bullied by my class teacher again. She'd say I'm a crybaby and can't do anything on my own, and call me smart in front of my parents. What a horrid woman. Again everyone ostracized me for that. I finally met my math teacher in 6th grade who was kind enough and understood me and validated me for my qualities. I got attached to her because it was the first time i got praised and felt loved by someone. I almost didn't want to transfer schools because of her. 8th grade scored some friends and became one of the top students again, but yeah, i had no luck in my life, they all got striped away from me at 9th grade, got stuck in an alien class, with no one i knew or no one who respected me. But then again, in 9th grade I became one of the top 10 rankers out of nowhere, all that alone studying paid off. I became the most knowledgeable person in class, which I'm proud of, but still got heavily hated and based by the people in my class. They'd ask me for notes, and then write curses on the back of my copies and give them back. I got tired of it all and asked my parents to change schools but guess what? they said "bear with it" and would ask me for advice if i should. Who in their right mind asks a kid for their opinion on this? If i suddenly caught a liking to some teacher, of course i wouldn't see the bigger picture and say no to transferring. But they thought i was "mature" enough and asked me these and now blame me when i tell them why they didn't do it all. 10th grade i was finally opening up and started to show myself despite my fear of people, but yeah. The world hates me. Welcome corona quarantine. Got sheltered again. Broke me again completely. Couldn't get myself out of the shell anymore and passed 12th like this. I kind of got adapted to the people in the place i lived in, sounds contradictory to my whole story, but yeah, it was the norm i knew. Then my parents, heartlessly, had no pinch of wellbeing for me, and transferred places. Went to the south, where people have NIGHT AND DAY differences from the north. Were nicer but sexist, i couldn't stand them, it wasn't the normal public in my eyes. I somehow managed to put a face at university for the first year and a half of the second, forcing myself to stand out and look cool, look like a well knowledgeable person, who's good at everything. But I couldn't anymore. I dropped my academics, stopped trying, but idk how i somehow miraculously completed my degree. I'm sorry for venting so much. I had to finally let all of this out for once. It's been like months since I graduated my university. I know I shouldn't let this past bother me, but it keeps haunting me every single moment of my existence. I had to let it all out, this app seemed perfect to do so. Thanks for reading till here. I just want to feel heard and seen, may it be even anonymously.

So, here's a thing I've been trying to wrap my head around recently—I like men. 😅 I'm 23, chill guy, and for the longest time, I thought I was supposed to be interested in women. You know, the usual societal expectations and all. I've had girlfriends before, crushes I thought were intense, and those typical high school flings. Still, over the past few months, something shifted within me. It's like unveiling a new layer of my identity; something that's been shadowed for a while. I guess I've been living under a heteronormative assumption all these years, thinking that's where my affinities lied. But, now... it's like, WOW!

The revelation came rather subtly, through a series of enlightening experiences that could rival a coming-of-age movie. Like, who would have thought that a simple conversation with this guy I met at a coffee shop could spark such introspection? We clicked instantly, sharing thoughts on everything from existentialism to astrophysics. Once, he quoted Oscar Wilde, saying, "To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance," and it hit me hard! 🧐 It wasn't just admiration for his intellect, but there was something more profound, an attraction that felt... right? I started recognizing these feelings weren't anomalous but rather indicative of a broader truth;

Anyway, I've been exploring LGBTQ+ resources and forums to understand this better. You know how it is... investigation mode activated! I've learned about Kinsey's scale of sexual orientation and how sexuality is fluid, not fixed—fascinating stuff, really! It's like reading through 'The Hidden History of Homosexuality' and realizing that this isn't new or weird but part of a continuum of human experience. 🤔 That was quite comforting to discover, knowing that others have traversed this path before me and come out (pardon the pun) just fine. Yet, it’s foreign ground for me and kind of daunting. Do I need to label myself now, or can I just, I don't know, be??? Love is a spectrum, right???

I think I am going to go insane living with my grandmother because god forbid I am late to make my bed one day and suddenly I am a ungrateful do nothing when I have told her time and time again to just say when she needs me to help her I can not read her mind because when you offer to help she tells you no or gets mad. She wants me to find a job and I am trying my hardest but the job market isnt the greatest right now so I would lovee to see her try! I try and keep to myself just so I dont piss her off but today was the day I was late to making my bed and she said I know you are a busy women (sarcastically) but when are you going to make your bed and I responded with I was about to and her response was no you werent until I said something so I simply said no I was going to make the bed in a second to which she said dont get smart with me. I am a generally blunt and dry person as she knows and makes jokes about. Literally losing it over here and can not wait for when I get job and a house of my own.