Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

Technically its not much of a school story but i couldnt find a similair tag.

My best friend(ill call her B) tends to say things on my behalf and it started off sort of small, she told our homeroom teacher that i had a mental problem which was why i was frequently not doing the homework, of course i was mad but i let it go but after that, people would come up to me and say "you have adhd, right?" Or just screaming "you have autism!" In the halls (both of which i dont have) i wasnt bothered much but it tends to get annoying if people just point and stare for something i dont have. Another thing she does oh so nicely on my behalf(note the sarcasm) is go up to my other bestfriend ( ill call her v, we are a trio) after they get into a fight which was practically happening every two dats or so, and hand her a note stating that she, B and i wont be friends with her anymore, i had no say in this and i keep ask her to stop since im never involved in their fights and would like to still be friends with v but she still included my name. After a big fight between them( i dont know what for) B stopped being friends with V even though v tried to make up and become friends again, ofc its her choice and id respect it but! She clearly doesnt respect mine since whenever i try to talk to V ( we are still close) she just comes up and goes " why are you talking to our classmate" in the most 'i want you to leave' tone and then grabs my hand and drags me away from her but she still manages to get jealous when v makes new friends and slowly distances from us. Im not sure if i should keep quiet or if i should just ask her to stop. Im just worried if i speak up that i would lose B, we are close and i feel safe around her, i dont want to destroy that.

Friends with benefits destroyed me.

I know I'll be overly dramatic when I say this, but for me it's darkness. It's an addiction, really is. Addiction to something that's doomed to end.

I really poured my heart into her. I was so passionate with everything I said, crafting each sentence with beautiful care.

An hour ago I was sexting her, sending her my nudes, excited for what we had planned for tomorrow, and just a few minutes ago she said she wants to keep it just a friendship.

A part of my soul ripped from my chest just like that. I can't get my head straight, I am on the verge of tears but those assholes won't come out. My head is spinning, and hurting horrendously due to the lack of sleep caused by texting her late at night.

In an instant I went from being stupidly excited, to feeling my soul bleed. I was robbed of my well-being, and she DOESN'T EVEN REALISE, BY THE WAY... I really don't know what to tell her..

I know I did this to myself, I really shouldn't have cared about her that much given that it wasn't a relationship.. but i couldn't help it..

Raised on my family's sprawling farm, my ancestors had tilled the soil for generations. Unlike them, I developed an early aversion to farm life, finding little joy in the endless dirt and the company of farm animals.

At the age of 18, I bid farewell to the rural lifestyle and relocated to a bustling city, embracing an urban existence I cherished, though I still visited the farm occasionally out of love for my family.

Sadly, three years ago, my mother passed away, and recently, my father died in a tragic accident at work. This left my younger brother, Daniel, and me as the only heirs to the family estate.

Having been financially supported by my parents throughout my life, I anticipated inheriting little and was content with just a few sentimental family items. However, during a meeting with the lawyer to discuss the will, Daniel and I were taken aback to learn that I had inherited three-quarters of the farm, with the remainder going to him.

The rationale behind such an unequal distribution baffled me, particularly since Daniel had devoted his life to the farm, unlike me. I suspected it might be because I have two children, but they were already provided for in the will.

Seeing Daniel's discomfort with the arrangement, I quickly assured him I would willingly transfer the majority of the land to him. Despite his initial protests, we agreed to resolve the matter privately at a later date.

I shared my decision with my wife, Lila, who was vehemently opposed. She argued that my choice was reckless, highlighting the farm's significant value. I contended that the land held value only for those with intentions to utilize it, which neither I nor our children had. Lila suggested keeping half the land just in case our children wished to farm in the future, an idea that I reluctantly agreed to.

Currently, Lila is not speaking to me, awaiting my final decision on the matter. This situation left me questioning: am I being unreasonable?

Picture this scenario playing out on a reality show. How would the audience react to such family drama and decision-making? Likely, viewers would be split, with some empathizing with my desire to do right by my brother, and others siding with Lila, arguing the practicality of retaining valuable assets. Reality television thrives on such conflicts, and this situation could provide ample fodder for dramatic scenes and viewer engagement.

I need some feedback to understand if my perspective on this family inheritance dilemma holds merit.

Hello guys. I like someone in my school. Actually, I love him. I'll refer to him as Gold, since he would wear a gold chain with his rapper costume every year on Halloween. He has the cutest chubby cheeks, the sweetest smile, and is generally super attractive in my eyes. Gold has been my family friend since preschool and I only really started liking him during late 7th grade. To the few people I told, they judged me for liking him. He 100% does not like me back because my facial acne is way too bad and I am ugly. If that wasn't bad enough, he has a girlfriend now and I don't know what to do. I can't get over Gold, no matter how hard I try.

so my parents keep asking me to leave the house and start my own life, but honestly, i can barely get out of bed in the morning. i’m not lazy or anything, i just feel stuck, like there’s a weight on me that won’t budge. i wake up, look at my phone, and realize there’s nothing waiting for me except a long list of things i don’t want to do. it’s not depression or anything—at least i don’t think so—but it’s like i’m in this weird limbo where i know what i should be doing but i just can’t bring myself to start. i’m 21 and my parents are right, i can’t just keep lying here, but the thought of job applications or interviews just makes me want to roll over and pull the covers back up. it’s not that i don’t care; it’s more that i don’t know how to care anymore, you know? 😕

some mornings, i set my alarm and i’m determined to get up early, maybe make some breakfast, even go for a run or something. but when that alarm goes off, my brain just shuts it out, like “what’s the point?” i tell myself i’ll get up in five minutes, but then it’s noon and i’m still scrolling on my phone. my parents come in, knock on my door, and start their usual speeches about responsibility and adulthood and how i need to contribute to the world. i nod along because they’re not wrong, but i just can’t seem to find the motivation. it’s like my body’s in bed but my mind’s trapped somewhere else, somewhere far away from all this.

i think the hardest part is feeling like i’ve already failed before i’ve even started. i see my friends posting about new jobs, internships, moving out of their parents’ houses, and i’m just here wondering how they even found the energy to get dressed. it’s not jealousy exactly, more like confusion. how do they do it? how do they make it look so easy to just get up and go? i wish someone would explain the secret, because it feels like i missed the memo or skipped the part of life where you learn how to deal with responsibilities. i don’t want to be the guy who never leaves his parents’ house, but i also don’t know how to change that. 😩

so yeah, how do you get out of bed in the morning when everything feels heavy and pointless? is there some trick i’m missing? i know it’s not just me feeling like this, but it feels like everyone else figured it out except me. i want to start living my own life, get my own place, have something to look forward to, but every morning i wake up and it’s like i’ve hit the snooze button on my own future. maybe tomorrow will be different, but maybe it won’t. i don’t know. do you? 🤔

I have two elder sisters, both in their 30s, while I'm the youngest, still enjoying my 20s. Mother's Day was approaching, and they proposed a lunch outing, intending to divide the expenses by three. Lee and Megan, my sisters, each have two children, all well beyond toddler age, the eldest nearing 18. Given past incidents where their kids dug into the meal but were absent from the bill, I raised a concern about this division method. I suggested accounting for the kids in the split, which did not sit well with them. They dismissed my thoughts as confrontational, and somehow, the matter reached my mom, who sided with them, as tends to happen.

To add some perspective, this isn’t the first time I've been financially inconvenient due to their oversight. A previous family trip ended with me paying for one-third of the total expenses, despite my sister's family (including her husband and kids) greatly outnumbering me. My mom knew it was unfair but pleaded for me not to raise the issue to avoid conflicts. I maintained my peace then, but it’s becoming increasingly challenging to keep silent.

Now the question popping in my mind is whether I'm unreasonable to desire a fairer method to split the bill, considering I am only responsible for my and mom's costs.

Now, imagine if such a dispute unfolded on a reality TV show, with cameras catching every argument and reaction. The audience might view the family dynamics differently, perhaps siding with me or maybe criticizing my approach as petty. Reality TV thrives on drama and conflict, and this situation seems ripe for on-screen entertainment. Would the viewers understand my point, or would they see me as someone causing unnecessary drama over a few extra dollars?

I’m curious how people would have reacted if this was all played out in front of an audience. Would they think it fair to include the kids in the bill, or am I just being too stingy over what they might see as a minor issue?

So my parent was really strict before and barely let me do anything, but I started to have a lot of anxiety and just by making the smallest mistake I would start having a panic attack because I was so scared of failure and not being enough that it got dangerous and even developed into a phobia. My parent got really mad at me for always messing up because of my severe anxiety and manic depression from their expectations being too high. They called me 'ungrateful' and always using my mental health as 'excuses' just to get things. I tried to explain why I act like this, but they were having none of it. I just stopped trying to explain myself and just told them what's really happening in my head and body, but they just said it was another one of my excuses to get something,but I was just trying to tell them that they needed to start following the accommodations my safety plan says and they just waved me off, gave me one of my devices and started ignoring me for days.

LIKE COME ON

THERES THESE TWO KIDS IN MY ENGLISH CLASS MAKING OUT EVERY FUCKING DAY LIKE I DONT NEED TO SEE THAT

PETITION TO MAKE PDA ILLEGAL?!?!??!?! LIKE PLEASE

this is a joke btw, while I do hate seeing PDA people can do what they want lol idc

I have a very traditional family, especially my dad. He expects me to cook, clean, do his laundry, iron his clothes, and he controls everything. What I wear, what I do, how much makeup I put on, who I text—everything. It’s exhausting because I have to hide so much of my life. And I’m not even dressing inappropriately. I’m quite mature for my age and know what’s right and wrong.

He always blames my mom when something goes wrong. My whole family is like this. Once, when my mom was in the hospital, I had to take over everything. I came home from school exhausted and still had to clean, take care of my brother, and handle so much more. I was completely drained and went to my grandma’s house. She noticed and asked me what was wrong. When I explained, my grandpa said, “That’s a woman’s job, of course she should be doing it.”

Whenever we have visitors, my mom, my sister, and I have to clean everything, while the men just sit and eat.

I also notice clear differences in how my brother is treated compared to me. When I was his age, I was abused. When I was little, I barely ate, and it would take me hours. My parents would lash out at me and hit me—I was only five. When I was sick and threw up, they hit me. When I did something like swearing, I got hit again. They pulled my hair, threw me around, slapped me, and even hit me with a belt. I was constantly scared and cried a lot as a child, and I think it still affects me today.

And my brother? Nothing. Not once have they ever hurt him. I’m not saying they should—but why me and not him? I know they didn’t want a girl. At least my dad didn’t. But still, it’s not fair.

Recently, my brother has started hitting me and constantly annoying me, but no one cares. My parents do nothing about it. He swears at my mom and me and everyone around him, and they just laugh. If I had done that, I would have been punished badly.

Even now, when I talk back, they get angry. Once, my dad accused me of wearing makeup even though I wasn’t. He yelled at me, and when I talked back, it didn’t take him long to throw the first thing he could grab at me. Then he kept throwing things—while we were at a relative’s house.

I hate that I have to carry all this responsibility while they still treat me badly and don’t show me love. I hate that being a woman feels so much harder than being a man. Sometimes I wish I had been born a boy—everything would have been easier.

I have a friend I'll call V, and I've been with him for a really long time. Something I've noticed through the years is that he's really irratable, and his mood can switch within seconds. He's a really nice person overall, but sometimes I wonder if he's going too far. In the past week, I created a youtube channel and made a challange that whichever one of my friends finds it first gets a prize I couldn't think of, so V reccomened $30 bucks and we agreed. From what I've understood, both of us have been really exited (V had a lot of questions about the channel and whatnot, and I would update them about the first video frequently). But recently, I don't know what happened but I think they kind of snapped and told me the whole challange thing was cringe, and from what I can tell got mad about how I couldn't think of a reward and needed ideas at the begining. I don't know if I did anything wrong recently, but I've kind of given up on asking that because of how pissed they get when I do (even when I explain how my autism kind of makes me not know what happened, and me asking what I did isn't me trying to be rude but genuinely wanting to know to take responsability). I don't know what they want me to do either, because it's always mixed. They're the reason I've become a better person (because I used to be a terrible friend to an older friend), but at the same time make me wonder why I even try anymore. At the beginning of the year, they told me I should actually show I care about people (back then I would love people to death but not know how to show it), yet when I started asking questions about their day they said it was annoying and so at some point I just stopped. The only way I really know how to interact with V is by just nodding along when they talk about their intrests, but then that backfires because they say I have no personality and they don't like people with no personalities. I don't feel like I can talk about my personal life with them anymore, and it's gone as far as when two of my pets died I just shut up about it. They say that they know a lot about me and my life (because they say I yapp a lot, though I've been going nonverbal around them), but I know there's a lot I need to tell them (like my triggers and such) that I physicaly cannot now. I've changed over the past year, but the past is the only version of myself that they know.

I'm just tired and really didn't want my summer break to start off this way. I know thats there's still probably a lot they're going through that I don't know about, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm just tired of this happening and really wish they'd communicate what they want more because I'm very confused.

All of this started when I (M23) got off from work midday. I was originally resting and called a friend to see if he's doing okay at the training camps in South Carolina. After that, I was called over by my mother (F45) downstairs to help her get of old stuff in her office. To make things clear, we just moved into a townhouse after living from an Airbnb vacation home (last month) after selling our house (December, last year). The reason why was because of a divorce between her and my so-called father, but that's something I want to keep private.

Back to the story, I was helping her take care of stuff she want to give to the thrift store. While I was finishing up putting paper into the big trashbag, Mom requested me to lay down the cardboards (which was the moving boxes), since we're going donate her old stuff out and come back. When I did just that, she started getting upset - demanding that I should take it and the others to the garage. Mind you, she didn't say anything about taking it out at first, making things both confusing and annoying. This wasn't the first time she gave out vague instructions and then yell when I misunderstood her or asking for reassurance. We arrived at the thrift store, and gave away the old stuff to the clerk. Inside the SUV, Mom was complaining about me "not listening" and that I need to be more responsible. Well said the damn fool who made a illegal U-Turn (on a non-turning lane) to get back to the road! When I called her out on it, she brushed it off as a mild inconvenience. That's one strike.

Mom remembered that she need groceries for the house. Before doing that, she need to move the SUV to the disabled parking - so we can use the car to go the supermarket. Reminder, we just moved in a townhouse and for more context, our garage is a little packed to have two vehicles inside which we got to have a routine that one has to be in the garage while the other goes to the parking lot. Once we got to the parking lot, she told me to get the car out of the disabled to a different direction to a long road (right - leading to a kids' playground). Back then, I didn't think it was possible because I parked far from another car close to ours. So I backed the car to the left. There was another car in the way, but I was careful not to hit it and driver. By the time Mom parked the SUV and got in the car, she was irritated by decision - not even letting me explain why. That's two strikes.

Here comes the third one which made reconsider our relationship as mother and son. While I was driving to the supermarket, Mom wanted me to go to a far right lane to get there. I responded that we're on the left turning lane which is another way to reach there as well. (Another thing to add, I don't like talking while on the wheel because it breaks my focus on where to go.) She continued to rant that I should listen to her and turn. When doing just that, a car was already in the way of the lane I need to turn to. To make things worse, I accidently ran over some infrastructure along the way - leading her to believe I was being reckless, accusing me of doing the same thing on my way to work. I was offended, as I was always careful when going to work. I literally had no issue driving alone, it's the fact that SOMEONE thought it was okay to continue bashing on other peoples' mistakes - making me stressed already with the previous incidents.

Once I parked, I had enough and screamed that her hissy fits, vague favors and accusatory behavior has got to stop. The more she does this, it lowers my self-esteem and can't get things right without her on my case. For the most stupidest shit that no middle-aged adult should ever get upset. Before leaving and finished shopping, she ends things off with that she doesn't care, stating she's the main provider and that I have no right to talk to her; due to her being my mother. Well I'm your damn son wanting my boundaries to be respected which you ignore - unless when it's about Dad or something else bothers me. SHIT!

To end things off, she isn't bad overall. I know she has her pros while at her best. It's her worst which not taking care of hypocrisy and being dramatic when trying to understand her ridiculousness. Forgive me for the long rant. I was a little hesitant to share this, but I have to, since I can't keep hiding this forever. Tell me what you guys think.

hey, so i'm sitting here going out of my mind with all these worries. i'm a mum with two boys, 13 and 15, and i can't stop thinking about what kind of world they're gonna be facing in the future. like, how the hell are they gonna find a job when AI is taking over everything? am i alone in this? i mean, everywhere i look, it's robots this, automation that, and it's got me wondering what kind of job market's gonna be left for my boys. maybe you've read articles or seen those doomsday predictions about robots turning us humans obsolete? it's not a peaceful thought. schools don't seem to prepare them for a future where creativity and humanity are the only things machines can't replicate. 🤔 and let's not even talk about the pressure these kids face, like, how can they compete with an algorithm that never sleeps, never gets tired? it just feels like a losing battle, and i don't know if i'm supposed to tell them to shovel coal or learn coding at this point.

plus, it's not just the job market, right? everything just feels like it's spiraling out of control. we're dealing with all this climate change craziness, and who knows what kind of world they'll inherit. i sometimes wonder if i should just be teaching them wilderness survival skills instead of algebra. it's hard not to feel like, what's the point? even my parents and their endless wisdom have no clue what's coming next—they're baffled by smartphones, so imagine trying to explain AI threats to them. 🤦‍♀️ you ever feel like you're in an episode of 'black mirror,' but there's no fast-forward button, just gotta wait it out? and the school systems? don't even get me started! schools are still teaching stuff that's been outdated since i was a kid. honestly, who needs cursive writing now? it's just like, come on, shouldn't we be focusing on skills that'll actually help them survive in the future?

man, it would be fantastic if i could just flip a switch and not worry. but seriously, how can you not worry about the future when every headline, every news article just screams apocalypse? i mean, even podcasts, which were my go-to escape, have turned into these doom and gloom fest about the tech-dystopia we're supposedly heading into. 😩 and social media? forget it, it's like living in a constant state of anxiety with everyone just adding more fuel to the fire. maybe i need to start dosing myself on some ignorance is bliss, but then again, can you really afford to be ignorant in a world that changes so damn fast? so if you're out here thinking it's just you—nah, mate, we're all riding this storm out together, just trying to figure out how not to lose our marbles in the process.

i don't really know why i’m here, but i guess i needed somewhere to unload this without getting torn apart in real life. i cheated on my girlfriend. yes. it happened. once. i wish i could wrap it up in excuses or pretend it meant nothing but that'd be lying again. and i think i’m already full on that. we’ve been together for almost a year, she’s been nothing but decent to me. i met the other girl during a weekend party, things escalated; it wasn’t premeditated. there’s no passion behind it, not even lust really, just a dumb impulsive choice from someone who clearly doesn’t think ahead. i’ve read enough relationship psychology to know that what i did is textbook self-sabotage, yet here i am, acting shocked at the result. i haven’t told her. i don’t think i will. is that selfish? maybe. probably. but if the guilt eats me alive, isn’t that punishment too? am i supposed to hand her pain just because i created it?

my biggest problem is trying to calculate consequences like i’m doing damage control in a lab experiment. i think in probabilities, scenarios, long-term psychological impact, but none of that helps when you look at her and she’s smiling like the world makes sense. i can’t even enjoy time with her now. everything feels off, fake, like i’m in some kind of simulation running on bad code. maybe that’s dramatic but it's the only comparison that fits. she keeps talking about our summer plans, about little things we’ll do together, and i’m nodding along like an actor trapped in a scene i never auditioned for. some people say if you regret it, you’ve learned something. but does it count if you still hide it? if you still protect yourself first? people talk about closure and confession but what if i’m just scared of watching someone i care about fall apart because of me. maybe i already broke this relationship the second it happened and i’m just delaying the expiration date;

i don’t know what kind of man this makes me. i never saw myself as “that guy.” now i wonder if that’s exactly who i’ve always been and just never had the opportunity to find out. character isn’t tested when everything’s fine — it’s tested when you can get away with something and still choose not to. and i failed that test. miserably. if you’re reading this and you’ve ever thought about doing what i did, ask yourself: what do you think happens after? you think you’ll feel better? stronger? validated? because it’s none of that. it’s quiet. heavy. stupid. and it just sits with you. maybe i’ll come clean. maybe i won’t. either way, i don’t think i deserve her anymore, but i also don’t know if she deserves the truth in this way. how do you weigh truth against peace? and if the truth only serves to fracture someone else's sense of safety, is it even moral to reveal it? i’m not looking for sympathy. just had to let it out somewhere. thanks if you read.

I met a guy on a dating app, and we've since become boyfriends. He's 20, and I'm 22. We've been physically intimate to a degree, including kissing, and he wants to have sex. I'm unsure whether I should just go with the flow or think rationally before taking such a step. Since I'm older, I feel a sense of responsibility to ensure he is physically and mentally ready

The whole situation feels straight out of a bizarre drama. To set the frame right: I am openly gay, having come out when I was 16. My parents were accepting, yet they insisted I keep this a secret from my older brother, who I’ll call Dean. They mentioned that Dean held some rather harsh views about homosexuals, which put me on guard. We drifted further apart when I moved for university at 18, and honestly, we hardly ever talked.

Fast forward to the present, life’s been pretty good. I landed a respectable job in our hometown and I’m sharing a lovely life with my boyfriend, Max. Our harmony was disrupted abruptly a few days ago by an unexpected call from Dean. Given our distant relationship, I feared it might be an emergency.

Dean started the call gruffly and went straight to the point – he was getting married to his fiancée, Yen, next year. This was news to me, not even knowing he was seeing someone. I kept the conversation light, congratulated him, and discussed trivial wedding details. When he mentioned that the wedding invites would be sent soon and that I could bring a plus-one, I casually mentioned I would bring Max along. This triggered Dean; he lost his temper and bombarded me with offensive slurs, making it crystal clear he didn’t want my boyfriend at his wedding. Shocked and hurt, I ended the call without uttering another word.

I informed Max about the incident, and he was incredibly supportive, distracting me with a cozy evening that helped me unwind. The next day, I texted my parents about the incident, then headed to work. I was oblivious to the chaos that was brewing back home.

By the end of my shift, my phone was inundated with messages and missed calls from puzzled relatives and my parents, demanding an explanation. I recounted the ordeal to my parents later, who shockingly suggested that I should apologize to Dean for “forcing my lifestyle at his wedding.” The absurdity! I defended my stance but ended up receiving a barrage of messages from relatives, pressuring me to make amends with Dean and my parents. Despite all this, Max reassures me that I’ve done nothing wrong, yet I can’t shake off the feeling of unease.

Now, imagine if this scene unfolded on a reality TV show. Cameras rolling as family dynamics and personal beliefs clash dramatically. The element of a divided family grappling with acceptance and the revelation of private issues in such a public format would certainly draw reactions ranging from shock to support. Viewers might be torn between choosing sides or might become emotionally invested in advocating for acceptance and equality. Reality TV thrives on such conflicts, and my story could have easily been a pivotal, teachable moment.

Am I wrong for being upset over the family reaction?