Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

Our CEO has a very unrealistic expectations to us. She would give the work at 11am and have the result by 1? What the fuck? Am i not allowed to take my lunch????

bye I'm leaving for the sake of my old friends

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On the day of my birthday, my mother surprised me with six homemade cupcakes, knowing my fondness for her baking. I managed to savor two of them immediately, setting aside the remaining four in the refrigerator with the intention of treating myself to one each day after work. However, to my utter dismay, when I came home the next day, I found that all of my cupcakes had disappeared.

Confronting my roommate about the missing cupcakes, she reluctantly admitted that her boyfriend had come over and they ended up eating them together. I couldn’t hide my frustration and blurted out a shocked response. She casually mentioned that she would reimburse me through Venmo, but that didn’t soothe the sting of the loss. As I explained, those cupcakes weren’t just treats; they were a birthday gift from my mom, made special for me.

My roommate tried to justify her actions by saying that her boyfriend really wanted the cupcakes, and she found it difficult to say no to him as he tends to sulk when things don’t go his way. Frustrated, I advised her to reconsider her choice in men if such incidents were a frequent occurrence. Her response was to lament how harsh I was being, and soon after, she began sending me $10 repeatedly on Venmo with apologies. Despite her contriteness, she moped around our apartment, making the atmosphere even more uncomfortable.

Finally, I laid down an ultimatum: I wouldn’t renew our lease come September unless she broke up with her boyfriend. She accused me of being petty, arguing that I was overreacting about some “stupid cupcakes.” She even claimed that had she known my reaction would be so intense, she wouldn’t have let them eat the cupcakes at all. That, I pointed out, was precisely the problem.

Imagine if all of this drama unfolded on a reality TV show. Given the way reality shows thrive on conflict and emotional outbursts, the camera crew would have likely zoomed in on each outraged expression and every heated exchange. Viewers might have even been asked to vote on whether my reaction was justified or if my roommate’s apology should have been enough to mend the situation. The dramatic flair of reality TV could amplify even a dispute over cupcakes into a full-blown crisis, possibly painting me as either a sympathetic victim or an overreactive villain based on the editing choices.

I once shared my life with a man, Martin, who suffered greatly from alcohol addiction. Unfortunately, this battle with substance abuse overshadowed our relationship, leading to a breakdown, and ultimately, our divorce. Tragically, Martin passed away from complications related to his alcoholism. Time moved on, and I found love again, remarrying a kind man named James, though my daughter Sarah, from my previous marriage, has struggled to accept him, fueling a bit of tension at home.

Sarah is soon to be wed, and while the occasion should be joyful, the preparations have surfaced some challenges concerning honoring family. Sarah expressed a desire to display a photograph of Martin at her wedding ceremony, a gesture I find touching as it acknowledges her father. However, her plans extended to having me sit next to this photo during the event, isolating my current husband, James, from sitting by my side. Even at the family table, she wished to seat me alongside the photograph with no place for James.

I voiced my objections, stating such arrangements made me uncomfortable. This response provoked a rather heated reaction from Sarah, who accused me of being selfish and dishonoring her father's memory. I had to stand firm; I suggested that should these plans go ahead, I would feel compelled to miss her wedding altogether.

Such a confrontation didn't sit well with Sarah, who branded me as uncaring, and now, other relatives have begun weighing in on the issue. The situation is becoming distressingly divisive.

If my family dilemma were part of a reality show, it might draw quite a mixed reaction from the audience. Viewers might split, with some empathizing with my position on maintaining respect and unity in my current marriage, while others might side with Sarah, seeing her actions as a tribute to her late father. Reality TV thrives on emotional conflict and difficult family dynamics, so this scenario would fit right in, perhaps stirring up discussions about family loyalty, grief, and new beginnings.

The complexities of blended family relationships and honoring past connections would likely resonate with many, sparking widespread viewer engagement and perhaps even debate over the best way to handle such sensitive family matters.

So... help me... Am I the one being unreasonable here? 😅

My dad is constantly urging me to cover the vacation expenses for my sister since she's swamped with debt, while I'm in a better financial place. I've always been there to support her and pitch in with family finances, yet it feels overwhelming to be seen as the family's financial pillar since my income is significantly higher than most of my relatives.

My wife and I often enjoy trips to Disneyland and need to travel for both business purposes and family events, which seems to stir up some envy. To add to this, my parents have recently gained a substantial amount of money from a property sale they executed a while ago. I'm worried that they're mishandling this fortune and might end up with nothing.

A family wedding was announced recently, and just as we were planning to go, my father suggested that my wife and I should join their short vacation which happens to be just three days long. I tried explaining that it's a particularly busy period at work since my job is seasonal, but this only led to him being upset. He then insisted I handle the vacation expenses for my sister for an upcoming getaway, despite the fact that last year when I paid for her trip, she canceled at the last moment. I'm reluctant to do the same again.

The insistence on everyone being present for the whole trip disregards the reality that my sister and I have pressing work commitments. The focus of our travels should really be the wedding, not extra holiday activities that would detract from the important event.

Frustrated, he demanded that I should cancel our flights, which were costly due to the lengthy travel and destination being pricey, almost $1.3k for both me and my wife. He even pushed for canceling our Disneyland plans to accommodate his vacation agenda. This felt unfair, leading to my decision to unfriend him and another close relative from Facebook who echoed his unreasonable demands.

Canceling the flights would also mean a significant loss financially as getting a refund would be unlikely.

Considering this, if this were a scenario in a reality TV show, it’s likely that the drama and financial tensions would be heightened. Viewers might be intrigued by the family dynamics and the pressure placed on one member to shoulder financial responsibilities. The tension between maintaining personal boundaries and familial obligations could make for engaging television, possibly polarizing the audience in their sympathies and reactions.

Am I being unreasonable?

Honestly, there is more than just my school that i wanted to talk about, so ill put it in also right after school, first thing is that in school, im always told by my friends that most of our classmates or people in the school hate me, only cause they say im over dramatic, a main character, and more, i guess its cause im the only one who tells them to be quiet of fix the chairs when its required…

But its not like i dont know about this before my friends told me, i know people hate me, i always hear them whispering my name, mimicking my voice or even hearing my friends tell me they heard them say fat jokes about me, like that i only came to the certain event for the food..

I would tell a teacher, but i worry ill get hated even more… and its hard already considering most of the people there hate me, and i wont be able to tell my family either, cause last time i did they keep cutting me off and get mad when i snapped at them or tried stopping them from spreading their version of my story, where it would seem like im the one at fault…

But it might be true though, what if im the cause of such things?, what if even if i try doing it cause its good, ill only be seen as annoying?… what if im not soft hearted and in fact im just the over dramatic freak they say that cries or gets mad too easily?

What if when i tried venting to my friends, they were correct when they told me im the reason for such things and that im the cause of family drama, and that it is all in my head?…..

Its easier to tell these through a message than to speak them, after all, i have no one left to talk this to, and if i tried getting therapy, my family would call me crazy… what could i possibly do?….. and am i too young and just misunderstanding everything even though i have felt this way for years now?….

Okay, so I really don’t know what to do right now. I’ve been dating my boyfriend for like, almost a year, and it’s been good, i guess? But lately, I keep asking myself this one question over and over: Should I break up with my boyfriend? And the fact that I’m even asking that makes me feel terrible because it’s not like he’s done something super wrong or anything. It’s just... ugh, I don’t even know how to explain it.

First of all, he’s not a bad guy or whatever. Like, he’s super sweet sometimes, and when we first started dating, he’d do all these cute things, like sending me good morning texts or surprising me with snacks during lunch. But now? It’s like he’s stopped trying. He doesn’t text me first anymore, barely even asks how I’m doing, and when we hang out, he’s always on his phone playing stupid games. It’s like I’m not even there half the time. I’ve tried talking to him about it, but he just says, “I’m busy” or “I didn’t know it was a big deal.” Like, hello?? I’m your girlfriend. Shouldn’t you care how i feel?

Then there’s the whole jealousy thing. He gets SO jealous over the dumbest stuff. Like last week, I was just talking to one of my guy friends at school—literally just talking—and later, he was all moody and weird about it. He kept saying stuff like, “Why were you laughing so much with him?” and “You don’t act like that around me anymore.” Like, excuse me? I can have friends! It’s so exhausting trying to constantly reassure him that I’m not cheating or whatever.

But at the same time, I feel bad even thinking about breaking up because I know he cares about me. Like, he’s the type of guy who would defend me if someone was being mean or walk me home if it’s late. And there are moments where I still feel like he loves me, you know? Like, the other day, he randomly brought me coffee because I had a bad day at school. Stuff like that makes me think maybe I’m just overthinking all this and being too harsh on him. But then, the next day, he’ll do something that makes me so frustrated, and I’m right back to wondering if I should break up with him.

It doesn’t help that everyone around me seems to have an opinion. My best friend keeps telling me I deserve better and that if he’s making me feel like this, then I should just end it. But then some of my other friends are like, “Relationships have ups and downs, and you just have to work through them.” So which one is it? Am I supposed to just stick it out and hope it gets better, or is this a sign that it’s time to let go?

Oh, and my parents don’t even like him. They think he’s “too immature” and that I could be focusing on school instead of dealing with boyfriend drama. And honestly? Sometimes I think they might be right. I feel like I spend more time stressing about this relationship than actually enjoying it. But does that mean I should break up with him? Or does every couple go through stuff like this?

The thing is, I do care about him. I really do. But I also feel like I’m losing myself a little bit in this relationship. Like, I used to hang out with my friends all the time and do fun stuff after school, but now it’s like everything revolves around him. If he’s in a bad mood, it ruins my whole day. If he’s happy, I feel like I can finally relax. It’s exhausting, and I don’t know if that’s normal or if I’m just stuck in something unhealthy.

Ugh, I feel like I’m rambling, but I seriously don’t know what to do. Part of me is scared to break up with him because what if I regret it? What if I realize I made a huge mistake, and by then, it’s too late? But then the other part of me is like, what if staying with him means I keep feeling this way? I don’t want to wake up one day and realize I wasted all this time on someone who doesn’t make me happy.

If you’ve ever felt like this, please tell me what you did. Did you break up, or did you try to work things out? How do you even know if it’s time to end things? Right now, I just feel so confused and stuck. I mean, I like him, but do I like him enough to keep dealing with all this? And if I’m already asking myself, “Should I break up with my boyfriend?” does that mean deep down I already know the answer?

This is going to be shorter than what I've written before.

I live with my cousins. They're nice. I live in their rental home. It's "nice". It's a bit crowded. Filled to the brim with art, art supplies, paper, and dog hair. It's "nice".

I look forward to being in their new Mini-mansion.

They're nice enough to let me stay there for the time being, until I become a decent human being. Not a potatoes/blank canvas.

They're building their new home from the ground up... It's been over a year due to their old home having the thingy in the walls that's toxic... I can't remember what it's called. It's in really old homes though.

Anyway, their new home is huge! It'll be done around April, May, or June?

They're letting me stay in the guest bedroom and I get to design it however I want!!

It's super big for a guest bedroom, and I'm not used to that. I sorta grew up poor till my parent passed away. And they took me in.

My room has 12 foot ceilings!! I feel super tiny in that room. I'm 4 foot 11 inches tall by the way.

I have a walk-in closet, which I've never had. I don't even have enough clothes to fill one of the walls in the walk-in closet. They said, "it'll be full in no-time". Like, what the fork does that mean!?

I have my own bathroom attached to my room, which my old bathroom was actually a powder room in my old home.

They have a music room, library, pool, a huge kitchen with a huge island. A 4 car garage!

It's crazy!!

Not to mention my cousin has a balcony!!! The stairs seemed like an odd choice for me though? Considering my cousin has a bad knee, yet her room is on the top floor. And my room is the only one on the bottom floor.

My cousins also have a very loud dog. So they made the house more soundproof. The dog is super, super, SUPER loud... But my family loves the big lug!!

There's 2 living spaces as well, and they have this huge TV! TV's will also apparently be in all the bedrooms, which I wasn't aware that that was a thing?

The temperature will probably be the main issue between me and my cousins, since I run very, very, very warm, unless I specifically stay outside for a long period of time in the cold. Inside a house though... 50°F is my comfy temperature. Cold showers unless it's winter. Then it would be semi-warm, semi-cold. The only time I have a hot shower... Is if I'm sick. And those hot showers last shorter, due to hot temperatures causing me muscle pain. I don't know why?

Anyway, back to their home... Again, it's huge!! I get a nice view of the backyard!

Also, where I'm living now, my cousins say that screen windows aren't a thing here... But where I'm from... They are. So, it'll be interesting to have the windows open like a princess... Or keep them open like those old HS/College movies where the guy, or girl climbs in through the window! That never could've happened back where I used to live due to me being on the 3rd floor, and screen windows. Plus, all my neighbors knew me, and would probably report to my mom if a boy hopped through my screen window!

My room can fit a King size bed. Which I used to have a trundle twin size bed. I was actually a good foot smaller than the length of the trundle. So, I'd be pretty small in a king-size bed. It laughable honestly. I have started to enjoy my height and comparing my height to people and things around me gives me a good laugh!

Also, my family aren't that tall either. The only male in the house(the dad figure) it around 5 foot 7 inches tall. The mother figure is shorter than me, but she says she's 5 foot 3 inches tall... So let's just say she is. And their eldest daughter is 5 foot 2 inches. And their youngest daughter is around the same height as me, maybe an inch taller at the moment? She's still growing. Though I stopped growing at 12 years old, so who knows when she'll stop growing?

Anyway, back to the house again. They'll also have citrus trees in their backyard and groundskeepers. I love oranges... So... ORANGES!!! They're pool is definitely interesting. Large pool, tiny warm pool. I don't know how to spell the warm pool. The tiny warm pool can probably fit 2 people of my size.

I look forward to deciding what I'd want for my room. I can't really decided exactly? I like the Chinese style in terms of pattern choices. But I also like Art Deco. But their home is sorta old/classic French. With those bird wall papers. My cousin loves those bird wall papers that are seen in classic French homes. But they're mixing brasses for their art deco look. My cousins doesn't really like sharp lines, so those are the 2 styles she's chosen.

I like the feng shui layout, but my room doesn't allow for that. My room has 2 large windows, but the space between the windows doesn't allow for their to be a bed in between. And if I face my bed on the other wall... I'll be facing the entrance door. And if my bed is on that same wall and I lay on my right side... I'm face-to-face with the bathroom door.

My cousins said that I could keep the lights on in my room when I sleep, as I can't sleep unless my room is as bright as a star. They only said that I had to limit my shower time. Since my usual shower time at my old home was 2 hours long. I can't do that with my cousins.

They also have a fire place somewhere in the house. I can't remember where. All I know is that means s'mores!!!

I think I'll end it hear. I'm tired. Sleepy. Sleepy. And tired.

Eat good food and drink lots of water!!!

This summer, a gang of twelve friends, including myself, decided to spend our vacation together by renting a spacious house. I was tasked with the collection of the rental fees so I could secure our accommodation. While several friends promptly paid their share, others procrastinated or completely dodged my requests.

Due to the delay in payments, the initial house we had set our eyes on was taken by someone else because I couldn't make the deposit in time. Scrambling to find an alternative, I stumbled upon another vacation home. It was equally appealing but could only accommodate eight people. Since I only had the funds that were given to me, I went ahead and booked it.

Weeks passed, and suddenly the remaining four friends were ready to contribute financially. I explained that the original choice was no longer available and that we'd settled for a smaller place. I suggested that we could make use of extra inflatable mattresses to accommodate everyone. They were not pleased, insisting that if they were paying full price, they deserved their own rooms. I pointed out that everyone was paying the full rate and it was only fair that we share the available spaces.

This resulted in two of them backing out of the trip altogether, while the other two decided to book a room in a hotel roughly 30 minutes away from where we would be staying. Needless to say, they weren't happy about the switched plans which I admittedly settled without their immediate input.

The rest of the group, seven to be precise, were perfectly content with the arrangements.

Honestly, I can’t help but feel conflicted. Was I wrong here? It seems logical to me that plans had to shift given the circumstances.

Imagine this scenario being played out in a reality TV show format. The tensions and drama unfolding around the decision-making and accommodations might actually boost viewer ratings. Cameras could capture the heated discussions, the moment of booking mishap, and even the reactions of the group as they navigate this less than ideal situation. It would be intriguing to see the broader audience reaction, whether they would side with the planner facing a tough situation or sympathize with those who felt slighted.

I'm curious, if I were on a reality show, would the viewers think I handled the situation fairly?

Maybe I'm too "woke" or something but I can't bring myself to be mad at a woman. At all.

Throughout all my current years and childhood moving up into adulthood, I feel like i can't exactly be mad at a woman no matter what it is she does. Women gave gone through decades of suffering and being silenced, and they still are in a world where we're supposed to be helping them — aiding them.

I don't feel comfortable hating or kinkshaming a woman, but it's strange because I feel more than comfortable to kinkshame a man. Does this make sense to any of you? I'd defend women with my life as a man, but I wouldn't really care about men unless they're close to me.

In the same vein I feel horrible when I see a sad woman, but not so much for a man despite being a male myself. To me, their decades of suffering makes me feel like women do not deserve to suffer any longer just for being a woman — and that is true to me — men have been at the "top" for a while, so I suppose I switched things up and my brain isn't very lenient to them?

It's a strange train of thought that I'm not sure has any origin, is it a good thing? A bad thing?

My apologies I just needed to get some of it out.

sometimes i just sit there, staring at the wall or my phone or whatever, and feel completely stuck. like there's a million things i could do, maybe even should do, but i got no idea where to even start. it's not even about bein lazy, it's more like bein frozen. like my brain is just goin in circles, thinkin about every bad thing that could happen, every wrong move i could make. nd then it feels easier to just do nothin at all. ppl always say "just pick something" but they dont get it. it aint that easy. when you dont know what to do, even the small things feel like they weight a ton. i try makin lists, i try talkin to friends, sometimes i even flip a coin to decide, but still, most of the time i just feel stuck, like my feet are glued to the floor.

there’s this pressure too, like, if i make the wrong move, its all gonna fall apart. nd that makes it even harder. sometimes it aint even about big life stuff, like careers or school or whatever. sometimes it's dumb little stuff, like what to text someone back, or whether i should go out or stay home. nd the longer i sit there not doin anything, the worse i feel. it's like the weight builds up nd starts crushin me from the inside. ppl say "trust ur gut" but what if ur gut just feels like static, like a radio that cant find a station?? sometimes i wish someone would just grab me by the shoulders and say "do this!" and then i'd at least have a path. but life dont work that way. so i sit here, stuck between every choice, wishin the answers would just fall outta the sky.

one thing i been tryin lately is just movin, even a little. like if i dont kno what big thing to do, maybe i can at least wash the dishes. or walk around the block. or clean my room. nd sometimes, not always but sometimes, doing something small makes the big stuff feel a little less scary. like, okay, maybe i dont kno what to do with my whole life but at least i kno how to fold my laundry. it sounds dumb but it helps a lil. other times, i just gotta let myself sit in the confusion without makin it worse by beatin myself up. it sucks feelin stuck, but maybe sometimes that’s part of it. maybe not knowin is just part of bein human. i dunno. i'm still tryin to figure it out like everyone else.

i am 31, a woman, and this is a plain report from the wreckage, not a dramatic one. my husband and i signed the divorce papers recently, after 5 years together, and the official reason was infertility, which is a clinical word that still lands like a brick. we did the fertility workup, the hormone panels, the timed schedules, and the consults with soft voices and hard numbers, and the output was the same: no kids, no forward plan. he wanted a family in the standard format, and i could not supply the deliverable. the strange part is i still love him in a stable, low-noise way. there was no scandal, no affair, no villain. people keep saying “time heals all wounds,” but how long does it take to forget someone when the bond was not toxic, only incomplete?

i ask that because forgetting does not look like deletion to me. it looks like data migration, where old files keep showing up in the wrong folder. i still know what coffee he bought, how he cleared his throat before saying something serious, how he stood in doorways like he was waiting for a cue. these are not useful metrics now, but they remain in storage. i can explain the divorce in detached terms: incompatible life goals, failed reproduction timeline, emotional resource depletion, mutual decision under stress. that makes it sound neat, and it was not neat. it was just quiet. the lawyers divided assets, closed the case, and everybody was polite, which almost made it worse. no one tells you that a civil ending can leave the biggest afterimage. i loved him before the marriage, during the marriage, and also after the legal offboarding; i think that is the bug in the system. some nights i do root cause analysis on my own body, like maybe if i trace the defect far enough i can bargain with it. then i remember i am a person, not a factory line.

still, the trend line is not hopeless, and that matters. i am sleeping a little better than last month. i eat without treating food like medicine. i went outside yesterday and the air did not feel like a punishment. this is minor progress, but progress is still progress. maybe forgetting is not the key performance indicator anyway. maybe the better question is whether a person can remember someone without collapsing around the memory. i think that is where i am heading, slowly and badly, but still heading. i keep hearing, “the only way out is through,” and i hate how useful it is. i do not believe i will never love anyone again, even if my brain keeps filing him as the main reference point. i also do not believe my life is over because one plan failed in production. if you have loved someone good and lost them for reasons that were not evil, did the feeling fade, or did it just change temperature? i want an honest answer. for now, i am trying to be kind to the woman in this case file, which is me, and i think she may become someone i can trust with a future again.

Hey, I know this is a dumb question to ask online but at this point I'm desperate. I'm wondering how to be happy

I haven't been able to feel truly happy in a long time and it's been getting worse. I'm having the same day every single day for half of my life. Even when i try to change it it doesn't really change not really

It's just the same day everyday with a few things being different

I wake up, get insulted by my family for the whole day, read stories, do my chores, walk in circles for hours, go to sleep, repeat. Yeah I've tried to change it I've tried not to be so "miserable" but I can't

My only wish is to go to highschool like other 17 year olds but even that won't come true. My only friend is my dad's friend's wife who I know pitys me and my mother just straight up left years ago

Me and my dad's relationship will forever be ruined after he acted like a pedophile to me when I was 14 then proceeded to call me mentally insane when I brought it up in August because I felt like it was eating me alive. He said that maybe I was hallucinating or having a dream

Sometimes I realise that people don't truly love me or like me or really care that much

People say "practice self love" but they need to realise it's not the same as your father loving you. Or anybody

I used to do the whole self love thing and take care of myself a lot but now I just can't find the will to do that. I haven't brushed my hair in months.

Most days my mind doesn't really absorb, just thinking about unicorns or whatever nonsense. But some days like this one, it feels gut wrenching like my stomach dropped

I'm turning 18 in December this year. Basically in one blink of an eye. I should change but it feels like I'm stuck in a pool full of thick Nutella and honey

But yeah I just want to know how to feel happy. And how to stop feeling so paranoid all the time it's ruining my life.

I know I shouldn't ask such a question online but I have nowhere else to go

I'm not insulting my father or anyone in this message, they'r nice but everyone has their issues and moments I guess. But I'm just saying my opinion, that it hurt me

*I quit my job in the province my wife and i were living in because it was physically killing my body, and my step-son needed emotional help and physical help with fixing up his condo and things like that, since his Dad was never there for him. So, we moved 2 provinces over to help my step-son.................which is my wife's son..............out with all this. I've been also trying to take some of the stress off him by driving him to work everyday, usually with my wife too. It's been hard trying to get another job since my wife wanted me to focus on my step-son to help him out so much, and driving her back and forth to doctors appointments, and taking her to do all the grocery shopping and all the other shopping while he works. My step-son wants me to get a job as fast as I want one, but my wife keeps saying, 'let's see where i'm at after this doctor's appointment and that doctor's appointment, while at the same time also wanting me to get a job as fast as possible. She keeps changing her mind all the time and it's driving me nuts.

Also, her son doesn't talk to me much at all, Every time he comes home from work, I say 'Hi' and 'How was your day?' and things like that, but he never really responds to me at all and his eyes are always on her. Every time i open my mouth to say anything around my wife, i'm pretty much ignored, but when he speaks, it's a full on conversation between the two of them. I always feel completely left out of everything, and that i'm nothing but a chauffeur.

Also, neither one of them ever ask if I'd like to watch something on TV, it's always what they want. I've basically gotten to the point where I just plant my face in my laptop, sit in my own corner, and I keep my mouth shut unless i'm spoken to. Every time I say something......anything.....and my wife is sitting right beside me on the couch, she doesn't even acknowledge me. But when her son speaks, no matter where he is....................she answers him and it's a full blown conversation, basically between the two of them. I feel like.......................like i don't even exist anymore.

Am I selfish for wanting intimacy.............for wanting attention?

I'm kinda supposed to be practicing for Solo and Ensemble right now. But I can't. I just can't. I don't know why. I don't want to, or can't, do anything. I'm not that good at my solo, and the event is tomorrow, but I don't really care. I don't care if I go up there and get the lowest rating, a 0 out of 30. Honestly? I don't even want to be on this earth anymore.