Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

i dont get it. like fr why everyone in my family gotta be so mean to me all the time?? i aint even do nothin and still they act like im the worst person in the house. my mom always yellin, my dad dont even look at me half the time, and my brother’s just rude for no reason. i wake up and its already attitude from the second i walk in the kitchen. like, if i ask for something simple like if theres any cereal left, my mom's like “go look yourself” with that tone like she already mad at me for just breathing. why they always act like im the problm?? i swear i try to stay outta the way, i stay in my room most days just chillin or listenin to music but still when i come out its like instant drama.

i be helpin around the house too. i clean my room, i do the dishes even when its not my turn, nd still they find sumthin to complain about. if i put the spoon in the wrong drawer, its like the end of the world or somethin. my dad once told me “you cant do anything right” just cause i forgot to take out the trash one night. like fr?? ONE night. nd he talk to me like i failed at life or sumthin. my brother, don’t even get me started, he be callin me names every chance he gets. annoying, stupid, crybaby... nd my parents don’t say nothing. they just laugh like its funny. well it aint.

sometimes i think maybe i was adopted or somethin, like how else do u explain it? they all so close with each other. laughin at the table, goin out places without me, sharin inside jokes. nd im just... there. invisible. or worse, the target. i tried to ask my mom once, like, why yall always treat me like im the enemy? nd she said “stop makin everything about you.” like, bruh, i only asked cause im tired of feelin like trash in my own house. is that too much?? to want to feel loved in ur own damn family?

school aint much better but at least there, some ppl smile at me. even if they fake, at least they fake nice. at home, i get nothin. no hugs, no “how was ur day,” not even a “good night.” just silence or sarcasm. nd if i say anything back, they say im disrespectful. like sorry for having feelings i guess?? they make me feel like im a burdden. like they’d be better off without me there. nd sometimes, late at night, i start thinkin maybe they're right. maybe i am the problem and dont even kno it. maybe im just broken in some way that makes ppl not wanna be around me.

but then i remember, im just a kid. im only 15. i didnt ask to be here, i didnt choose this family. nd i shouldnt have to beg for basic kindness. im not askin for them to buy me stuff or give me everything i want. i just want respect. some love. someone to say “i see you” instead of makin me feel like a ghost. if i ever become a mom, i swear imma treat my kids like they matter. i wont let them go to bed feelin unloved like i do most nights. i want to break whatever this is, this cycle of meaness that they think is normal.

i dont even kno what to do anymore. talkin dont work, cryin dont help, stayin silent just makes them act like nothin’s wrong. maybe one day i’ll move out and things’ll change. maybe they’ll miss me when im gone. or maybe they wont. maybe they’ll just keep goin like i was never there. all i kno is, i can’t keep holdin all this in forever. it hurts too much. nd im tired of pretendin it dont. so if ur readin this n u ever felt the same way, like ur own family don't even like u... ur not alone. i feel it too. every day. every damn day.

life, it's this complex algorithm of random events and hardly expected outcomes; like why do we even get up every day to go through repetitive cycles? waking up, doing the 9-to-5 grind, consume products we've been conditioned to need (like really) is this what life is? after spending so long in the workplace, investing time into arbitrary goals set by someone else who frankly doesn't give a damn about me as an individual, it makes you wonder: what's even the point?

the hustle culture permeates societal values pushing us toward career success that somehow equates to life fulfillment. yet here I sit, cynical about my contributions which seem insignificant in the grand scheme of things. you pursue goals tirelessly and for what? these momentarily satisfying achievements always fade away like footprints on sand when overwhelmed by life's existential questions... where’s the manual on living that guarantees contentment or happiness?

somehow intelligent minds still grapple with existential funk; understanding complexities within our own conscience. all efforts eventually lead back asking why we animate through mere biological functions facing physical distress emotionally or mentally then finally surrendering unceremoniously when life’s game ends😕imagine operating every day fighting subconscious battles inside trying not letting ants crawl around brain.

it strains credibility considering predetermined life purposes given constraints exist around us stifling creativity imaginative desires changing realities slow amble appreciating intrinsic beauty surroundings increasingly rare moments cherish highlight despite relentless digital distractions reshuffles priorities there's palpable longing escape monotonous rhythm fearfully step unknown without replacing vacuoles unanswered queries engulfing perception entirely lacking finite detanglements cyclic dependency patterns fallible instrument decipher eternity's randomness over virtue yet persist...

Sigh I will just wallow in my feelings. I dunno what to think about it.. I wanna scream and shout and I dunno. Fck.

I hate life :D

I always say or do something I don't mean, and then I can't apologise for what I said because I don't remember what I said. and I'm starting to think I have some serious memory problems because I can't remember a 2 hour concert. I don't remember what the songs were called, the faces of the people who performed, the songs themselves, I can't even remember the applause. All I remember from that night was the silly sound the band director made at the end of describing one of the songs, the sound was supposed to be the cry of a unicorn that was dying or something. And my mom's just like "oh it's your ADHD." Maybe that's it, but if I can't remember a two hour long concert or even a sentence I said or something I did it's gotta be something more than neurodivergence. I feel sick because I think I said or did something today that was insensitive, but I don't remember what it was, just that one of my friends was like "Don't do that, can't you see that's not what it is?" BUT I DON'T REMEMBER WHAT I SAID. OR WHAT HAPPENED TO MAKE ME SAY IT. and now I feel horrible, like I want to throw up then crawl in a hole and fucking die. And why shouldn't I? nobody will fucking miss me. I'm a nuisance, a burden on this world. I have become cumbersome to this world, to my friendgroup. I feel like I should relieve them of the burden that is myself. also me and some of my friends (B and E) are writing a story. E came up with the idea. We each have a character that we designed. But now I feel like I've completely taken over the story. E isn't on the doc much, and B is sometimes but only comments random things, never types anything himself. and I feel like I've just taken full control and I hate it when I do that, mostly because I do it on accident but I just got so many ideas and now I feel like quitting completely and letting the other two write it without me because I feel like they feel like I'm bossy and I don't want them upset with me. and my parents are also mad at me because my grades. I can't turn shit in because I lose it, or I don't finish it. Because literally every little thing fucking distracts me. I can't pay attention, I can't find my assignments, and my grades go to shit. I'm just so done with shit. I can't do this anymore. I just can't.

Who is utterly techie. Dunno if he likes me a lot or hates me a lot 😭😆😆😆😆😆 I am reallyyy confused.😭😭

It’s not a love story, but it honestly sounds like the beginning of a romance book. Here it goes, it may be lengthy.

Three months after I started my job, one night a guy walked in. Never seen him before and he walked up smiling at me, all confident. I gave him our rewards card and we were making a lot of eye contact but I tend to do that to a lot of people so I wasn’t really thinking much of it.

He came in again the next day, I picked up the shift last minute or I think a few days before. I can’t really remember but I just know I that I wasn’t originally scheduled. He walked in, holding eye contact with me the whole time then he walked to get a drink and came up to the counter. I greeted him, he said hey back. Started the transaction, noticed he had a crack on his phone in the shape of a bullet. As if someone had shot his screen and I pointed it out then asked how it happened. He told me then started telling me about how he just moved here but I wasn’t hip yet :( Finished and as he was walking away, he turned around and said “bye”.

A week passed and I was clocked out ordering food and I heard a voice, looked up and he was standing at the counter! I looked back at the ordering screen and as he was leaving, I seen him look at me out the corner of his eye.

Two weeks passed, I was on cash register for about 3 days in a row and I got annoyed with dealing with people so midway through my shift I asked a coworker if he wanted to switch stations. I be in kitchen while he’s on register. I’m in the kitchen for about 30 minutes and while I’m making a pizza, I get an order for chicken tenders. Look behind me, no one is standing at the screens. Then as i’m cutting the pizza, I just randomly look up and he’s standing first in line at the cash register. It was a long line because we were busy with people but only had two food orders which was not common at all. So when I noticed him, I will admit that I tried to go up there and “help” with the line to see him up close but another coworker was already there helping. Walked backed to the kitchen and not even a minute later, he’s walking towards the dining area, sits on the table in the middle that looks directly into the kitchen. My heart starts racing and I don’t know why! It’s never like this not even when I am dating guys. I was too shy to say anything to him. As I’m bagging his order, he’s up asking if it’s his before I can even print the label. I nod my head yes and we’re just looking at each other while exchanging the bag. He said “Thank you, bye” starts walking, turns around and says “I appreciate you”.

Another two weeks, It’s a rainy evening and there’s no customers in the store so I go to the back and get containers to restock some things and as i’m heading back, there’s two people in line. An older guy and a guy in a hoodie and beanie. The older guy is asking for help to set up his rewards account so I tell hoodie so can take him at the next register. I ask to scan his rewards and notice the bullet crack so I said “you’re the bullet guy”. and he smiled and said “yeah” but he wasn’t making eye contact anymore so I thought I made him uncomfortable and just finished the transaction in silent. He left.

ANOTHER TWO WEEKS!!!! I picked up a shift I know for sure was last minute because it was more recently. About two hours after clocking in, i’m sweeping an isle and look to my left and there’s a guy just looking at me from over a shelf. We stared at each other for about 5 seconds then I looked down then did a double take because I recognized him and he smiled so big and waved then I smiled back while waving then he walked towards a girl… ummm okay!

I seen him a few times after that but I never interacted with him because I wasn’t on cash register and I thought he had a gf so I never went out of my way to talk to him like I originally planned to on the day he smiled at me.

Then end of January I met a guy I started talking to, him and I only lasted two months, that’s a different story. But a few days after I met him, the guy came into my job. Eye contact on heavy but honestly I didn’t want to look at him because he’s so beautiful and I can’t hide my eyes. He came up the corner all like “Heyyyy,” and smiling and I said hey back and we started the transaction. As I was bagging his items, he started to help me and grabbed the bag. Before leaving said, “Thank you, thank you… I really appreciate you… Have a good night” that was odd from him. The “…” doesn’t do the pauses he did justice, it was more dramatic irl. Did some thinking and I came to the conclusion that he probably wanted to ask me something but changed his mind?? Idk

Three months passed and it’s now April. My job cut my hours a lot mid February and i was working one day a week every other week, it was brutal. For four hours at that! I got hired at a new job and decided to work my last day which was on a random Thursday when I am usually scheduled only on Wednesdays. I get to work, guy is no longer on my mind. I made up my mind that I was probably never going to see him again. My friend was on cash register but she was doing task so I was asked to take over. An hour later, he walks in and the sun is shining right on his face lmao, I know I sound crazy but that’s how dramatic it was! We noticed each other at the same time! Then i noticed that he walked in with a girl but a different girl and not to sound even more crazy but this girl lowkey resembled me. First girl didn’t at all, it’s like his typed changed.

They get their items and as I’m helping a lady in line they get behind her and I swear I can feel his eyes on me but I think everyone is looking at me so I don’t pay it no mind. She leaves, they walk up, placed their items on the counter. He places his drink in the middle of the counter, she places hers on the edge super close to her then folds her arms. When people do that, they’re usually paying separate so that’s what I originally thought. I almost told him his total but decided to ask if he was paying for her and he was so I went to grab the drink then reached for the candy bar the same time he did and our hands touched. First time we ever made contact.

I just, like why on my last day?! It doesn’t make sense! I don’t see him for months then on my last day he comes in and we touch hands now I can’t get this thought out of my mind like it was fate. I was never the one to believe in fate but like this doesn’t make sense. I’ve never had interactions like this, with the same person multiple times ever in my life. I’ve had crushes and i’ve found men attractive but my body never reacted to them the way it does to this stranger! Idek his name and i can hardly remember his face but i still can’t stop thinking about him. I don’t like it. I can’t tell anyone im close to about this because then they’ll think im crazy. I already think im crazy. idk i just had to vent. i have a feeling that we’re going to run into each other again out in the wild but then i feel crazy for thinking that.

So, I was dating my ex, and my ex bsf told my ex I was cheating on him (I wasn’t and she had no proof she was genuinely mad that I had a very healthy relationship.) and when she tired saying that she was “only trying to help and protect my relationship with a tuff conversation.” But then she chose my ex boyfriend over me, and I put my foot down because he was super toxic and also mentally abused me and used me, so I dropped her. She knows this all so I’m not sure why she dated him, but he didn’t like her (me and him worked things out and are now friends and chill with each other) so I helped him break up with her because why not? She wasn’t my friend anymore so no point. After I broke them up she was only after me. Told my mom I still was okay with my ex, told my mom that I had a boyfriend (she didn’t know because I didn’t think I should’ve told her yet so I didn’t) and she made my life a living hell. She bullied me, said things about me, even told everyone I was a whore and would do anything to get male attention (which she can’t talk, she dated a 53yr man and she stayed with him for months till I told her mom.) I didn’t go to school for weeks because I was so depressed that I couldn’t even get out of bed. But now I’ve gotten revenge. She started smoking, copying my style, and even ended up dyeing her hair the SAME color as mine. Before all of this she never even wore make up, she was trying to one up me. So, I told the school she was selling weed in the girls bathroom (She was dont worry) and I watched officers search her house and so did her mom for the weed. They found a LOT of weed. Almost 2 pounds, i was outside her house with the biggest smile I’ve ever had. And now, she’s been posing as me online and when I got a email (weird social. But ok) from HER boyfriend asking me out and if I’d get with him so ofc me being a decent person, I told my ex bsf about it. She then went around saying I went after her boyfriend and that I stole him from her, which I ended up doing because if she’s gonna say stuff it might as well become true. I then told the school she was bullying me and saying all of this stuff, she even body shamed me, (I’m 155 and she’s like 109, I’m at a healthy weight. She is not (she’s younger than 15 so she’s extremely underweight and she’s always been really insecure about it)) they didn’t do anything. But now she’s begging me almost everyday to be my friend again. (Everyone’s dropping her because she’s always playing the victim and now she’s spreading things about other people as well so their dropping her. She now only has one friend who doesn’t like her but is putting up with her.) they obviously didn’t do anything and so I gave up. She’s still begging for me to be her friend and she’s even tried giving me gifts and money just a bunch of stuff and every time i drop it on the floor, making her pick it up telling her to stop giving me things.

I want to let go of him. I’ve found myself looking to others and gaining my spark back again. But I find myself thinking about him moving on from me, and it upsets me. He doesn’t seem to appreciate all I’ve done for him and my friendship. Always looking elsewhere. And yet I feel so attached still. How do you let go of smtg when your past self really doesn’t want to let go?

All the time i always do my best to reach out and build connections with people. But most of it i just got ignored until one dah i reached the point where i’m so dont with building the connection with people and suddenly people think i am the bad one for not initiating things and reach out first? Like i’m jusy so tired and honestly gave up with interpersonal relationships

so I'm a young animator in middle school currently trying to balance my new object show, school, and my various disabilities that make it difficult to even live properly. I love my show, it brings me joy, but I'm wondering if I'm fixating too much on it. my grades are fucked, im getting in trouble more, and the hiring process is certainly not helping.

Being a teenager has shown me that I can be easily replaced by another person. Like in fresh man year of high school, me and our group of five friends (me included.) Was nervous and hoped that we were all atleast together in the classroom. When the week the students in each classroom was announced, two friends from that group was happy that they were together in a classroom. Later on, the other 2 friends were told that they were classmates and were in the same classroom in school. When they noticed I was the one left out, they felt bad. But I knew they were too happy to be with one another than to acknowledge the fact that I was left out. But well, me not wanting to be pitied, I reassured them it was fine and that I can handle being alone. Fast forward in the ending of the first semester, I notices they gradually grew more distant and made other friends, whilst still being together with the friend in the same classroom. One day, after classes were over. Me and my ex-friend (Anna from my first story) went to our usual waiting area to wait to be picked up. We were greeted by my friend in the same group, Rachel. (The same Rachel from my first story.) We haven't seen each other in a couple days, but they've seen each other many times after classes because of tutor lessons. Rachel exclaimed "Anna, I missed youu!" With a joyful smile. When she finally noticed me she just said a regular "oh hii!" Then she noticed that she and Anna see each other everyday and laugh with her. I was watching them with a slight smile, not wanting them to sense my unease. Those days, I saw that the friends I bonded with random stuff, bonded with each other about the stuff they used to bond with me. I rarely talk to all of them through private messages. And I kept to myself, playing my video games to get distracted. Maybe it was my fault they gradually grew distant. Maybe I didn't give them the attention they wanted, but instead gave them the opposite. Maybe- geez.. This is really cringe..

(I haven't talked to them about my feelings since I dont wanna be pitied and force them with the memory of what made my mental health to grow worse.)

My best friend recently just changed out of nowhere and now I think she hates me. I asked her if she was fine when we were walking to class and she just snapped at me. And once I asked her to be in a group with us for a project with some other friends and she said yes so I was surprised that she wasn’t going with her other good friend and she was like “do you not want me in your group?” Am I js overthinking or does she not wanna be friends anymore?

I'm a 35-year-old woman who, after purchasing a house last year with my fiancé, moved in a few months ago following some necessary renovations. Our neighborhood seemed friendly enough, housing a couple, their son who's in college, and other uneventful suburban families. However, a peculiar situation unfolded a few weeks past, beginning when the woman next door came to my home, visibly distraught, complaining about having seen me changing clothes through my bedroom window.

She expressed concern and urged me to avoid changing near that window, claiming she was "worried" her husband or son might inadvertently see me as well. Confused by her statement, I personally verified the angles and realized that one would have to be positioned at a very particular spot in their garden to catch even a glimpse inside. Despite her worries, neither her husband nor her son had approached me about this; it was entirely her own concern.

Determined not to modify my habits based on what felt like an unreasonable request, especially given the required effort to even see into my window, I decided to continue as I had been. However, the altercation escalated when she confronted my fiancé, irrationally labelling me a "whore" and accusing me of disrespect. Her husband later came by to apologize for her outburst, making it clear he and his son had not seen anything and her actions were unwarranted.

My fiancé suggested installing new blinds or changing in a different location to avoid further issues, but I'm inclined to think that's unreasonable, as I've always done. Considering this dilemma, am I in the wrong here?

Imagine if this saga played out on a reality show, how viewers might react to such a spectacle—likely split between supporting personal privacy in one's home against those who might sympathize with the neighbor’s concern, no matter how unfounded. The ratings would spike with each confrontation, turning mundane neighborhood disputes into prime television drama.

Are my feelings valid? When I hesitate to give to my husband’s family. They’re not well-off, but they’re managing. We already have our own family, and his salary is small and barely enough. We still give to his family from time to time, and I agree to it, but sometimes it becomes too much.

We always argue because he always wants to help his family. I don’t really have a problem with that — it’s just that his salary is small, and we also have a baby who still needs milk. But his mom and dad sometimes ask us for money, even for things like his sibling’s school allowance.

We give when we can, so it’s not like I’m being selfish. I just don’t like it when it becomes excessive, because we’re not rich either. We argue because he thinks I’m being selfish toward his family, but of course, I’m also thinking about the fact that he already has a family of his own now — us.

And when I cry during our fights, he tells me, ‘You act like you’re the one being mistreated.’ I just want to express my emotions because I’m not used to us having serious fights.

Are my feelings valid?

I have been dating my bf since about 8 months now and I have fallen completely head over heels since the beginning. but we are long-distance and that too with minimal talk time because we both have a huge imp exam coming up very soon. and that's not really the problem because we are both serious and focused.

The problem, however, is that I am getting super attached to the point where I can't stop thinking about him, i have zero focus left and my mood heavily depends on him, his replies, our little convos (which are again mostly about the exam but i don't mind that). but i keep checking my notifications and end up wasting time on my phone. Everything in my life from how good/bad my day went to how well i do in practice tests has started to depend on him and getting his attention.

I don't wanna turn into this 'always available, selfless, sort of a people pleaser who would do anything for anyone' person. (even though i already am that person). how do i fix this and get a better personality?

cause internally i am aware that i have everything one could ask for. so it's not like i am insecure/jealous/not confident. In fact a lot of friends confide in me because they find me to be a safe space. but i cannot deny the fact that i am way too available at all times. Also i don't wanna ruin our perfectly good relationship just because i can't even live on my own anymore and that might come off as a weird trait.

(also this context might give a better light on things- this is technically my second relationship but effectively my first one being so much in love)