Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

i fucking give up bro, everyday im called ugly, when i moved away from a shit country i lived in where ig ot choked and heavily physically bullied and r@ped i thought i escaped, i didn't. verbal bullying, i hate myself. got myself a ED cause of thos fuckers. i even stopped doing SH n now its started again, i got r@ped again of course. fuck this fucking bullshit. i know im ugly, i know im dumb. those fucking narcissists. i genuilny give up. im failing everything, my dads sick, my moms depressed and hates me, same w my dad, my friends hate me and i try to be what they want me to be, and i do that but still they hate me. im brown, im the odd one out, imt he ugliest. god i hate ts. what i've been through. i thought if ucking escaped but no god just hates me doesnt he. whatever. bye. i havent slept i nfucking days. iahte insomnia. i hate people.

i’m 19 and i feel like i missed the damn memo on how to love someone. everyone around me is falling in love like it’s some biological reflex—like breathing, like blinking. my friends talk about “butterflies” and “sparks” and that shit just sounds made up. i’ve tried dating, i’ve tried hooking up, i’ve even tried just feeling something when someone looks at me a certain way. but nope. nothing. i’m like emotionally flatlined. am i broken? it’s not like i hate people, i just don’t know what it means to love them. it’s frustrating as hell watching others get so swept up in emotions i can’t even relate to. like, how do you know you love someone? what does it even f***ing feel like? 🤷‍♀️

my friends get all soft over someone texting them “good night” and meanwhile i’m sitting there dissecting the tone and spacing like it’s a damn forensic report. they say love is about connection, chemistry, timing—okay cool, but that’s not a goddamn tutorial. no one tells you how to actually get there. do i fake it until it happens? do i keep swiping through people like i’m scrolling for answers? and don’t tell me “you’ll just know” because that’s useless. i want to feel things, but i can’t manufacture that shit. and then you wonder if it’s asexuality, aromanticism, some kind of emotional dysfunction—but none of it feels like the right diagnosis. i crave something i don’t even understand, something i’ve never had; something maybe i’m not built for.

what if i’m just a highly logical person whose emotional receptors are set to factory default? i analyze behavior, assess compatibility, evaluate risk like a f***ing machine. my brain’s running algorithms and everyone else is writing poetry. i’m sick of pretending like i get it. i want to scream when people say “you’ll find the one” like it’s inevitable. what if i don’t? what if i’m fundamentally incompatible with love? am i supposed to just keep watching everyone else play house while i sit in the audience? 🫠 i want to love, i want to feel, but i can’t fake intimacy, i can’t invent desire; i don’t even know what i’m missing. so yeah—how the hell do you love someone?

I finalized my divorce from my husband about a year ago. Right after our split, his girlfriend—who had been his affair partner—moved into the house that we'd once called home. I decided to move abroad, leaving behind most belongings, and told him to keep whatever he wished. Honestly, his cheating hardly impacted me anymore; our relationship had fizzled out long before, and the affair simply pushed us to acknowledge it.

Following the divorce and her moving in, we ceased all communication since there was nothing left to discuss. However, out of the blue, a week ago, I received a cheery message from her complimenting the home's style and inquiring about where certain decorations and furnitures were from. I contemplated her message for a day, then responded somewhat sharply, telling her that since she seemed to have everything perfectly arranged, she should also manage to 'figure out' the décor on her own. She questioned what I meant, and I couldn't help but express that since she now had everything that my ex had wanted—which apparently didn't include me—she didn’t need to replicate my style, too.

She replied, claiming she was just trying to be nice and give me a compliment. Right after, my ex texted me, puzzled by the conflict since he thought we'd remained amicable after our split.

Although it's true that we had both moved on from the marriage emotionally, her attempt at stepping into my aesthetic shoes hit a nerve. My friends and family are split on my reaction. Was I wrong to respond the way I did???

Now, imagine this scenario playing out in a reality TV show. Cameras rolling as dramatic music swells, capturing every nuanced expression of shock, hurt, and defiance. It's easy to imagine how the audience would react—likely split, with some empathizing with my need to sever all ties and establish distinct identities, while others might criticize the sharpness in my response, arguing that a simple acknowledgment of the compliment could have sufficed. The allure of reality TV thrives on such conflicts, and surely this exchange would stir up heated discussions across social media, making it a highlight reel moment of the season.

How should I handle ex's GF copying my style?

Heyah! Story remembered by my mom, experienced by my mom, me, my aunt, and my grandma.

I was age 5. My mom and I went on a trip from West to East Coast. Why? To visit my Aunt for the holidays. We planned to see the Lion King on Broadway. It was amazing! But that's really the only fun that was had on that trip.

My mom planned for us to stay in New York for about a week. I was on Winter vacation from school.

But...

The whole time it forking rained!!! It was raining buckets!! Cat's and dogs I tells ya!!! And no... It wasn't raining men🤣!

But...

Of course on the day we were set to leave... The sky opened and the sun showed itself to my mom's middle finger!!

And that's the story!!

During our trip to Disneyland Paris, my family and I were reveling in the magical atmosphere when we decided to take a break for some ice cream. As we queued up to place our orders, a woman I will name Karen (of course!) cut in line, announcing arrogantly, "I'm more important, I have a FastPass." Although annoyed, we didn't confront her and tried to overlook the incident. However, things quickly escalated when Karen began berating the service staff in English—a language the young employee was evidently not proficient in.

Karen angrily scolded the server, exclaiming, "You've completely messed up, you idiot! I asked for a VANILLA ice cream, assuming it’s vegan. But this has dairy! I’m allergic to dairy!" Her companion, Jack, chimed in with his own insults, demanding the server to "Do your bloody job properly!" This outburst not only disrupted the calm but deeply upset the employee, who eventually broke down in tears and had to call in a translator to communicate properly with the irate guests.

It was disheartening to witness such entitlement and disrespect, especially when everyone else was patiently trying to order in French or politely indicating their inability to do so. The altercation marred our experience, overshadowing the otherwise enjoyable day with a sense of discomfort and sympathy for the mistreated staff member.

Thinking back on this event, I can't help but wonder what would have happened if this scenario were part of a reality TV show. Would the presence of cameras have intensified Karen and Jack's outrageous behavior, or might the public scrutiny have curbed their disrespect? It’s intriguing to consider whether the potential for a global audience would escalate their theatrics or encourage them to adopt a more civil approach.

How do you think Karen and Jack would have acted if they were on a reality show?

My husband, Mark, and I split all essential household costs down the middle, including groceries and the electricity bill. I see myself as the one who adds those special touches to our home, frequently dipping into my own funds for extras like new dishware, decorative items, and furniture. Unfortunately, Mark tends to be a bit negligent with our belongings, which often results in broken items around the house. Usually, I end up replacing these myself. However, a recent incident has left me rethinking this dynamic.

This Christmas, I had picked out a lovely new kettle as a present for my mother and stashed it under our tree. Last week, I discovered that our own kitchen kettle, which was less than a year old, was broken. Mark's response when I asked about it was a nonchalant, "I don't know." This isn't the first time something like this has happened. Frustrated, I've decided not to replace the kettle this time. I pointedly told him that since he broke it, it would be his responsibility to replace it. Given his usual reluctance to spend money, it seems we might be without a kettle for a while. Despite everything, I love him dearly, but it's tough sometimes!

Already Happy holidays, everyone!

I adore my wife, Emily. She's the epitome of both beauty and brains, teaching high school English and Social Studies with a passion for literature that is nearly unmatched. Her enthusiasm for novels is contagious, often juggling several reads simultaneously.

Nonetheless, Emily's ability to keep up with film plots is, amusingly, non-existent—unless the film revolves around a cliché storyline involving a big-city lawyer going back to her roots only to fall in love with her past. This peculiar quirk of hers has been an amusement in our marriage for as long as I can remember.

Back when we were dating, we decided to watch "The Matrix." Throughout the movie, Emily's bewildering questions challenged my perception of her understanding complex narratives. It was the same with "The Usual Suspects"; despite the plot being laid out clearly, she missed the twist at the end.

Recently, during a double date night with her sister and brother-in-law, her sister proposed we watch "Shutter Island," a film rife with psychological twists. I attempted to sway the group towards a less intricate movie—anything that wouldn't leave Emily puzzled. But the consensus was firm, and as anticipated, Emily struggled with the plot, much to the bemused glances of our guests.

Trying to save the evening, I whispered to Emily that I'd explain later, but this only seemed to frustrate her. After everyone left, she confronted me, feeling cornered into watching only simplistic narratives. Emily argued she wasn't naive, just not particularly focused when it came to films. She even recounted several novel plots to emphasize her point. In response, I reassured her of her intellectual prowess, which far exceeded mine. Yet, she still felt slighted that we didn't watch more engaging films together.

Compromising, we watched "Memento" the next day. Needless to say, she spent the evening piecing together the storyline, even resorting to reading the plot on Wikipedia to keep up.

Is it unfair of me to avoid complex movies for the sake of our shared movie nights?

If our situation unfolded on a reality show, the audience would probably be split. Some might sympathize with Emily's struggle to grasp movie plots, finding the humor in our interactions. Others might criticize me for not challenging her more or for not offering better support during our viewings. Reality TV thrives on such conflicts, often highlighting them for entertainment value.

Did I handle our movie selection poorly?

first of all, i dont actually have any really bad problems so you dont have to feel bad for me.

I feel like me friendships end up the same alot of the times, by them treating me badly, for example this one friend group im apart of is the kind where everyone is cussing about eachother but we all know we are joking most of the time, but then when there is actually some drama im apart of, i know what would hurt a person but i just dont wanna do that and they just say the most bad thing about me. I feel like almost everyone friend group im apart of is this kind of where everyone is always shittakking eachother but j just want to be apart of one where everyone respects eachother, of course a joke sometimes is completely ok but im so tired of constantly getting shitted on. Why do people always stab so much where it hurts? Do they not know, or do they do it on purpose. This had happend to me in 3 friend groups and im starting to feel like its problem on my side, im thinking for some time i fould be having paranoid personality disorder, should i talk to a psychiatrist? Is it my fault? Please, i will value advice

PS: also sorry if its quite chaotic

Honestly, I'm just thinking about all my past decisions and how the people back then have affected me. And I thought to myself, you know, Joy and Denise are an amazing idea of toxic friends! (Joy and Denise are not their real names.) And like honestly, I dont remember all the details but I do remember the very important parts of this story. At the time, I've been friends with them for around 2 years, and Joy and Denise were very weird. Like they were pretty popular and like I now remember this, they were quite racist to me. (Mind you I'm Asian) And since like anime is from Asia so their whole ideal and sterotype of me was that I was a big time anime nerd (which I was but it was very intense as how they described it) And so basically, they would always doing imitation of each other, which they would always do weird anime poses, (which I didnt even do) so yeah. Also Joy's mom was racist to me, when she took Joy's phone, I was texting her. Her mom would always call me Chinese (which I am not just so yall know) And I would correct her because I felt like it was the best thing to do. She then still proceeds to call me Chinese. Oh and for the next experience, (TW: sexual harassment + rape jokes) So I was walking inside of the bathroom with them and then I went to go pee, as a normal person would do. They then climbed over the stalls and look at me pee. Literally. And then they would start making fun of me, asking why my pee was so yellow, how my ass was so white/pale. I had told them to stop look at me so I can go wipe. They closed their eyes for a moment and then proceeded to look at my ass and making fun of me. This also happened then I left the friend group for my own good and they would make fun of me around my new friends, in which they pitied me. Oh! and they would also force me to do weird things, like forcing me to twerk? Like honestly I actually hate myself for letting them guilt-trip into doing something that will be the top 10 most embarrassing things in my life. Oh and now currently, I'm sort of dealing with something bad as one of my friends, (who I honestly dont want to be friends with) We're going to call her Isa, Isa likes to um...slap my ass and then proceed to try to shove her finger up my ass and makes rape jokes, talking about how she was doing to "booty rape me" which I find quite uncomfortable from my trauma with Joy and Denise, but I think I think I will talk about Isa in a different story!

so, like, my ex keeps trying to contact me and it’s super annoying!!! I thought we were done when we broke up a few months ago, but he just won’t take a hint. I even blocked him on all social media platforms but somehow he still finds a way to message me??? like, how? I mean, is it really that hard for him to understand that I don’t want to talk to him anymore? I’m 22 and just trying to live my life; I don’t need this drama!!! 😩

the worst part is, he sometimes sends me these really inappropriate texts and, honestly, it makes me feel so uncomfortable. who does that? like, hello, I don’t want to receive those kinds of messages. it’s like he has no respect for me or my boundaries at all!!! I tried responding nicely the first few times, hoping he would get it. I was like, “hey, please stop texting me, I’m not interested,” but he just brushes it off and tries again. it’s exhausting!!! 😒

I even thought about changing my number, but then I realized that wouldn’t solve the problem because if he finds me on Instagram or any other platform, it just repeats itself. I really don’t want to keep playing this game of cat and mouse! I don’t want to have those awkward confrontations where I have to explain why I don’t want to talk to him... it just feels so unnecessary and, to be honest, a little embarrassing. isn’t it sad that it’s reached this point? 😳 I’m trying to think of a way to cut him off for good; I'm considering reporting and blocking but that feels like a whole thing;

I guess my question is, what should I even do next? has anyone been in a similar situation? I just want peace but this keeps dragging on and it’s getting super old! sometimes it feels like he thinks we’re still together or something and it’s confusing!!! I know I need to stand my ground but all this back and forth is just too much. ugh, I wish I could just turn back time and avoid all of this drama! anyone have advice? please help!!! 🙏

We all have those times when we take a good long look at our lives and think, "Wow, my family is basically toxic." Yeah, that’s me, sitting here at 17, kind of over all the crap I’ve had to deal with since I was little; like, when did it become completely normal for people who are supposed to love and support you to treat you like you’re some low-life piece of trash? I mean, seriously? It’s been this way as far back as I can remember, and sometimes I wonder if anyone else feels like this or if it’s just me – does anyone else out there have a family that just doesn’t know how to be nice? It’s like I’ve been living in a sitcom that got canceled after one season, with a cast of characters who just can’t figure out how to act right. I constantly find myself waiting for the finish line of high school to come into sight because that’s when I know I can finally break free. You know, the moment where I can just stand up and say, “Screw you all! I’m outta here!” But here I am, still enduring endless lectures from my parents about how I’m not good enough or how I need to shape up because apparently, my life goals were decided by them when they thought having kids would be a walk in the park. How do they expect me to thrive when I feel suffocated by all their demands? It’s maddening! It’s disheartening to think that I’m surrounded by people who don’t even see my potential, who seem to want to keep me small and miserable. Like, where’s the understanding? Where’s the compassion? Where’s the basic human decency? I’ve tried to talk to them about how I feel, but every time I open my mouth, it’s like throwing a paper plane into a hurricane; all it does is get torn apart and blown away. Have you ever had a conversation that felt like you were speaking a completely different language? I can’t count the number of times I’ve faced resentment just for wanting to express my thoughts. It’s as if my voice doesn't even exist; it’s frustrating because I have dreams, aspirations, actual plans of how to better my life. I want to work hard and make something of myself, but instead of encouragement, I get subjected to eye rolls and dismissive comments. It’s unhealthy and toxic, and there’s no other way to put it! Honestly, I’d rather be alone than in a house where I’m constantly reminded of my so-called shortcomings; I have no clue how they think this is going to help me in the long run. And, sure, they say they care; of course, they do! But their version of care seems to be wrapped in criticism and negativity, which makes me roll my eyes so hard I’m surprised I don’t see my brain. There’s nothing quite like feeling like the black sheep of the family, which is ironic because I sometimes wish I could turn into a literal sheep and just roam peacefully, far away from all the chaos. Even when we’re all sitting together for dinner, it feels like a battleground where every stare cuts deeper than a knife. You can cut the tension with a knife; it’s palpable! The silences are more deafening than the arguments, where everyone just eats in a hollow, uncomfortable silence, avoiding each other’s gazes like I'm some kind of alien invading their planet; and for what? I’m just trying to survive here! I guess the only silver lining is that I’m learning resilience. I’m becoming stronger with each drama-filled day. I’m looking forward to the moment I can fly away and create a life that is mine, free from emotional blackmail; it’s almost like my own personal rebellion! I keep reminding myself that this toxic environment doesn’t define who I am or what I can achieve. I hope to find my own supportive community outside of this mess, a place where people encourage you to chase your dreams and don’t tear you down at every opportunity. I know there’s a world out there full of kindness and warmth, waiting for me to find it! Yes, I may have a toxic family, but I believe I can break this cycle! How many of you feels this way too? Isn’t it time we all just took charge of our own narratives and molded them into something beautiful?

At 22 years old, my connections to my father's family have been incredibly sparse. My father has been gone for some time, and during his life, we barely mingled with his relatives, maintaining only the most minimal digital contacts via Facebook. Unlike some families that are constantly in touch, neither my father nor his family made significant gestures to bridge the gap between us.

My father’s death struck when I was just entering my teens. By that time, I had already moved countries to live with my mom, and we were mired in financial instability. His passing was abrupt, and we couldn't afford to travel back for his funeral. During that period, I was left out of any funeral discussions, not invited to contribute in any memorials, and the silence from my father’s siblings was deafening—they didn’t even notify me directly about the arrangements.

What stung the most during that time was the utter lack of support from my father’s side. Despite knowing our financial plight, no one reached out or offered any assistance. It felt like they just carried on, dealing with their grief while ignoring ours. It was as if they barely acknowledged my existence or the financial turmoil his death threw us into.

Fast forward seven years, out of nowhere, I start receiving calls from these relatives. Apparently, there's a piece of land from my grandmother that requires my signature on some legal documents. With each follow-up call, they began to lay thicker layers of affection and offers of support—sudden declarations of love and proposals to send money or visit. I replied as cordially as possible to avoid conflict, but my frustration boiled over when one relative dared mention my father's funeral, reopening old wounds.

In response, I vented my feelings through a Facebook post, expressing my disgust and rebuking their belated expressions of love. The notion that I should reciprocate their feelings seems absurd—it's hard to love those who've been essentially strangers, bonded only by blood.

Reflecting on my outburst, I’m left questioning whether my harsh words were undue, especially towards relatives now in their twilight years. Perhaps they do see echoes of my father in me, but that doesn’t automatically obligate emotional allegiance from my side.

If this scenario had unfolded on a reality TV show, the spectacle would likely ignite a flurry of public commentary and speculation. Viewers would probably be split, some empathizing with my feelings of abandonment and betrayal, while others might criticize the harshness directed towards older family members. Reality shows thrive on emotional drama, and this confrontation has all the ingredients of a high-tension moment that could spark widespread discussion about family dynamics and personal pain.

Was my response to my estranged relatives justified?

so, there’s this thing i’ve been doing lately and it’s probably the dumbest thing you’ll hear all day, but it works for me during those totally unpredictable, chaotic moments where i feel like the entire universe is flipping me the bird and my anxiety’s about to skyrocket into orbit; i’ve been forcing myself to just breathe, like literally standing there in the middle of whatever’s going down, inhaling so deep that it feels like i’m about to burst, then slowly letting it out like i’m some kind of zen master or whatever, and yeah it sounds super corny but focusing on your breath actually forces your mind to stop freaking out for just long enough to not lose it; i also try to write things down, and i don’t mean a fancy bullet journal or some crap you see on pinterest, i mean i grab the nearest scrap of paper, napkin, whatever, and i start scribbling every chaotic thought or worry or even a stupid doodle if i can’t find words, because there’s something about seeing it all outside of your brain that makes it less intimidating and gives you a bit of a laugh at how ridiculous some of it sounds; and then there’s my go-to move, which is just dropping everything and going for a walk, no matter the weather, and yeah, sometimes it’s pouring rain or freezing, but the sheer act of putting one foot in front of the other, feeling the ground beneath me and just noticing the tiny details around like the color of the sky or the way the air smells helps me anchor myself to reality; oh and don’t even get me started on music, because blasting your favorite playlist, the one that makes you feel like a badass, can literally change your entire mood and shift your perspective from ‘everything sucks’ to ‘okay, maybe i can handle this for a bit longer’; and if i’m really in deep, like spiraling kind of deep, i force myself to reach out to someone, whether it’s a friend who’ll let me vent without judgment or even just sending a quick “hey i’m struggling today” text, because as much as i hate to admit it, sometimes you just need to hear another human voice reminding you that you’re not as alone as your mind is making you feel; i also sometimes dive into something completely unrelated, like rewatching my favorite dumb tv show, because giving your brain a break from obsessing over uncertainty can be surprisingly powerful, and it’s not avoidance, it’s just giving yourself permission to rest and not be ‘on’ all the time; also, weirdly enough, i’ve found that setting the tiniest goals helps, like literally telling myself “just get through the next ten minutes” or “just clean one corner of the room” because ticking off even the smallest task gives you a tiny hit of accomplishment and sometimes that’s enough to keep going; but maybe the most important thing i’ve learned is to stop trying to predict or control everything because let’s be honest, none of us really know what’s coming next and pretending we do just exhausts us, so i’ve been trying to lean into the discomfort and tell myself “you’ve survived worse, you’ll survive this too” and weirdly enough, it helps to remember that i’m not the only one trying to navigate this crazy unpredictable life.

I just turned 13 and my family and I thought it would be good to host a birthday party for me they invited all my family to come over even friends I went to my room but then my uncle came in. I told him to leave multiple times because I was changing BUT HE WOULDNT WANT TO LEAVE I HATE HOW NO ONE NOTICED HE WAS IN THERE EVEN THOUGH I RAISED MY VOICE he trapped me in my room and he...🍇 me I hate it so much I hate how I let this happen to me I feel fucking disgusting I feel weak I feel horrible after that happen I didn't want to get out of my room I just wanted to hide under the bed like a scary bitch I am...after the birthday party i kept quiet for a couple days i told my dad BUT FCKING GUESS WHAT he didnt listen he just told me i need to be a man AND THAT I WAS LUCKY IT HAPPEND HOW COULD U SAY THAT TO UR SON WHAT THE FUCK I HATE EVERYONE I HATE MY FAMILY I HATE HIM I WANT TO KILL MYSELF NO ONE LISTENS ME

it's hard to understand why people can be so mean at work, isn't it? i'm 23 and have been in a few different office settings, but every time, it’s like there’s this cloud of negativity hanging around. just last week, my coworker snapped at me over something trivial, saying, "if you can't handle simple tasks, maybe this isn't the right place for you." that hit more than it should have, but it seems to be the norm these days. instead of fostering teamwork and collaboration, it feels like everyone is constantly on edge, competing with each other rather than cheering each other on. i often find myself thinking about how important a positive work environment is. studies show that employees who feel appreciated and supported tend to be more productive and happy. how can we change this culture of meanness, though?

sometimes, it feels like we’re all in some sort of survival mode. i have a friend who works in retail, and she often talks about how customers can be just as harsh. it's not just the coworker drama; it's the pressure from clients or managers that seems to escalate the hostility. the other day, i overheard someone mention, "this isn’t high school anymore," as if that’s an excuse to treat people poorly. how ironic, right? i truly believe we should be uplifting one another. every little compliment or act of kindness can make a huge difference, like sharing a laugh or acknowledging someone’s effort on a project. what if we all just made an effort to spread some good vibes, instead of adding to the negativity? 🌼 i guess in a world that sometimes feels so cold, we could be the change we’d like to see.