Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

I'm not a particularly religious person, and usually, I respect everyone's beliefs as long as they don't impose them aggressively on others.

I'm employed as a delivery driver at a local pizzeria. Typically, I cover the morning shift alone since it’s not usually very hectic.

Today, out of the blue, a call came from a woman requesting a large order to be delivered to the nearby hospital. It took quite a while to prepare because of the size of the order. Meanwhile, another order was placed online, destined for a church, which happened to be in the complete opposite direction of the hospital. My boss had to inform the woman at the church that her delivery would be significantly delayed due to the circumstances.

Once the hospital delivery was done, I headed back to the shop to pick up the church order. I heard that the lady from the church had been furiously calling the shop, complaining about the delay. She did not seem pleased when I finally arrived with her order. Her first words were, "I don't care who's to blame, but this is forty-five minutes late. This should never happen, I've got hungry kids waiting."

I chose to remain silent.

"Not much of a talker, are you?" she prodded.

"Just trying to ensure you have a good day, ma’am," I replied coolly.

She scoffed, turned away, and as I muttered under my breath, "That’s very Christ-like of you."

Returning to the shop, predictably she had already called to complain about my 'mocking' her faith. My manager isn't my biggest fan, so she took the opportunity to lecture me about customer service, demanding I always apologize and smile, regardless of the situation.

I questioned whether it was justifiable to apologize and smile after being verbally abused, and she nearly terminated my employment on the spot.

Since I was already doing overtime this week, I decided to wait till the end of my shift today before quitting.

Does that make me a bad person?

Imagine if this scenario unfolded on a reality TV show. How intense would the reaction be on social media or among the show's viewers? The dramatic interaction could potentially become a pivotal moment, underscored by debates on professionalism, religious tolerance, and personal limits in service-oriented roles.

To preface, I'm a woman in my early twenties still living in my parents house with no job at the moment. To be precise, I'm living with my mom and stepdad. There's this thing going on since my teenage years where I have to sleep next to my mom, either in her room or in mine, so that she can avoid having to hear my stepdad snoring and to avoid having either of them sleeping on the couch.

My stepdad recently had a motorcycle accident, so he was sleeping in my mom's room while I was sleeping next to my mom in my room. Prior to that, it was the opposite. He's now mostly recovered from it, and he told us a few days ago that, from Monday onward, he would go back to sleeping in my room, and I immediately said no (because I finally got to go back to sleeping in my room, even though I would've preferred to sleep on my own in my room, but I digress) and he added that it's for her comfort. Tonight, he even said something like "I'm warning you, I'm not letting this go on throughout the entire winter".

Am I selfish for wanting my room for myself ? Also, am I weird for being uncomfortable with the thought of my stepdad sleeping in my room again ? On one hand, I understand the need for my mom to have a comfortable bed to sleep in, since her job takes a physical toll on her, my stepdad is getting old ( these two are like, 30 ish years apart ) and we're living in a two bedroom apartment, so it can't be helped, and I don't really want to be a bitch about it. On the other hand, I miss having my space for myself and not having to go to the other room to not disturb my mom because she goes to sleep earlier than me. Also, I'm really not in the best of terms with my stepdad because he makes me a bit uncomfortable and I don't really want him in my proximity, but that's a conversation for another time.

Please tell me your opinions, I'm kinda lost ^^'

Hello, right now i’m in a very difficult period of my life. There’s a lot going on and if you’re willing to listen, i want to thank you for your time. Please note: I will talk about mental illness, sexual assault, divorce and

I’m a woman, turning 25 next month.

In 2015 my mother cheated on my father, I was 14 at the time. To this day, I regret telling my father what happened, but I thought and still think he deserved to know.

They wanted to divorce but stayed together, my father begged my mother to stay because I was depressed and he didn’t want to make it worse. That is why I regret my decision back in the day. But honestly, I think that was just an excuse, because when they tried again. I was left alone most of the time while they went clubbing, dinner, anything really. I’m an only child so it gets really lonely. Luckily my attempts failed because I’m still alive.

After that in 2023 my father cheated on my mother. They’ve been fighting a lot lately and I’ve been their “love therapist” they are fighting constantly and honestly, I don’t think it will ever work out now. They both fumbled.

At my previous job, I’ve been sexually assaulted. Unfortunately this is not the first time—that happened when I was 20.

So at my previous job I’ve been sexually assaulted twice. I’ve been called racial slurs which is also not okay, definitely not okay, but for me it’s bearable. But after being sexually assaulted, I’ve been afraid. At that time I had a boyfriend, and I felt really guilty because I couldn’t be intimate with him anymore and I knew it bothered him.

Since then I’ve been unemployed, I’ve been actively searching for jobs, yet I keep getting rejected. I know I should keep going and don’t lose hope, but getting rejected over and over really did something to my self esteem. Even jobs I’ve done before and have 3+ experience of, didn’t want me. I’ve applied for almost anything from restaurants to warehouse to office jobs to opticians and more. Right now I’m at that point where my social anxiety is really bad, picking up the phone has been very tough after I applied to jobs—resulting in me sabotaging my opportunities.

The worst thing is, I know what I have to do, yet I can’t make myself do it. I’ve been trying really hard.

My grandma has breast cancer, my aunt has two tumors in her head, and my now ex boyfriend was an alcoholic. My other ex cheated and used my money to gamble and the one before gaslighted me telling he would kill himself if I would break up with him.

I’ve been thinking of ending it, but I won’t. Because I can’t bring my parents more sadness than they’re already going through.

Just now, my recent ex and I had a fight. He was drunk and said a lot of things that hurt me. And since I’ve had a bad day already, that really pushed me over the edge—I relapsed. I feel guilty towards myself for giving in. I feel guilty by thinking of suicide. But I won’t give up yet, I want my last memories to be happy, before it’s time for me to leave.

Thank you for listening about what happened, these were moments that have scarred me the most and I struggle with the most. I wish I could go to therapy to work on myself, but it’s too expensive since I’m still unemployed.

Please don’t be mean to me, because I’m really not that strong. Thank you.

—S

(This story does mention dark things Just wanted to let everyone know before they read)

Boy or Girl... I don't know anymore?

Let's start from the beggining I have never felt like I have really fit in I moved from California(wont say where) in the 4th grade and in the 6th grade I was suicidal my Step Dad made me apologize to my mom for hurting her by saying I wanted to die. Then I went to the mental hospital twice in the 9th grade but also in the 9th grade. I found something out that changed me forever.

I have always been facinated with boy clothing and hair cuts I have always liked the way they looked and cologne I have always loved cologne. Then I had this feeling in my chest like deep down in my soul that something wasn't right. Then I figurd out I wanted to be a boy not like a tomboy or stuff I wanted to be a man I did so badly. It was really hard coming out to other people I told my sister first she was so understanding which I will be forever greatful for. When I told my mom it was a little diffrent though she was like understanding yeah but it didnt feel right. My step dad tried to understand but in the end when I said I wanted a boy hair cut he yelled at me and stuff and I ran away. But when I said I was nonbinary my mother was so happy she was like I knew you would come around and find out who you really were. Which really hurt because I thought she had expeted me. But then the feeling I thought went away but no it was really always there just waiting for the right time I guess.

There was one person I really admired his name was skylar and he was trans and he was a boy and he was the coolest. He had the coolest hair and the most awesome personality and I wished so badly I could be like him he was so out and happy with himself. I wish I could be that way. I don't want to have the man parts no offense but I want to be a boy if that makes sense.

Sorry this is so long. Also the guy I like if I told him I don't think he would like me if I told him that. Also is it werid that when I get married I stil want to wear a beautiful wedding dress. Also when I was talking to this lady on this christian site she told me I shouldn't be a boy just cause I said I was unsure and she said it could be because of my time of the month I'm feeling this. I litterally have felt this way for a long time she litterally said these exact words "You to help her understand her identity as she is having these questions and thoughts, I ask that You show her why you created her female." Yes I understand that for people in god's eyes I am perfect but I don't now anymore like I said "Boy or Girl... I don't know anymore?"

I'm not really asking for advice or anything. Anyways, I slept a lot in class today, haven't showered, eaten, drunk anything to the point where I felt weak. Sometimes I'm just severely depressed, but today I realized that's quite bad and I need to baby myself. I use to app to help others and myself, helping others also helps me help myself, idk why but I feel better and give the advice to myself. I decided to actually eat and everything. I feel better but I think the reason I do is because of my mind, like a clarity thing. Sometimes I take care of myself and I ask what the point is when I don't have anyone to go as I'm homeschooled and live in the south. I'm surprised I feel good today despite it not being sunny outside. I think it's because I stopped trying to make myself do everything when I'm in such a horrible state, like workout and cook. Those things feel hard when I can barely eat.

I also feel good because it can only go up from here. Idk tho, tomorrow I could do a complete 180 and feel suicidal again but hopefully not. I feel like I haven't gotten much happiness from my hobbies or whatever I got for the holidays. My hair is in a weird era rn because it's something you have to trust the process, I go back to my hairstylist in a few months. I need to but a wig lol. I'm looking forward to that, looking girly and all. Of course I'm looking forward towards summer.

It can also feel hard to study and do homeschool when I don't have my basic needs met aka like sleep, hunger, hygiene. I've been texting people who I think are very cool to become friends with them, I do 2 people a day. I started yesterday but neither of the previous guys have responded yet, that won't stop me tho. I know the friendships that I have now aren't really exactly what I need or anything. I one of my friends sends me friend appreciation posts which I really appreciate. I don't really have a best friend tho so I'm gonna work on that as well. I've learned that any short amount of discomfort or has experiences is worth it to keep finding my support group.

Like I have a guy friend but I literally get grossed out by him. He's overly sexual and even if he's not, I still feel the disgust. I was friends with him because I actually felt connected and he's the only other friend I have but at the same time...I've started to feel physically disgusted about his personality traits. I think all the sexual stuff ruined it and I just hate everything about him now to the point where I think he's nasty. I don't really know how to break that off, he's given me his email, number, State, and he hacked me because I made a joke about hacking him. He thought he ate that but all it did was make me scared of him. I just wanna do this without getting harmed, I know he won't take it well. He's autistic and ADHD so maybe he didn't understand the social cue. If I'm being honest, I don't have any healthy relationship with any men in my life, for family, most are violent. For online, very weird and just use you for sexual gratification. I've only had one healthy friendship with a guy online. I don't really know how to have a normal one but it's something I wanna search for.

I've been waiting on my mom because she said she'll help me get a new doctor as I've aged out of the kids doctor now. I'm quite impatient but I don't know how that process really works and if it's complicated so I'm just here. I also need to get my drivers license, the reason it's taken me long is because I'm terrified of driving and almost got hit but I've studied for two months straight so that's something. I also broke my glasses, they just kinda fell apart in my hand, I live in America and that stuff isn't covered, my mom said she'll figure it out on how to pay. I wish It was covered, I just wanna see, people take seeing humans for granted, I feel more anxious without my glasses because my brain is missing social quies and faces and much more. I just keep my head down to make sure I'm not doing anything awkward because I can't see someone.

To end it on a silly note, this is definitely limerence because I don't know him but there is a very cute guy who works at the fast food place, me and the family go to. We've made eye contact a couple times and he laughed because I kept looking away. Idk why but seeing him makes me happy. I low-key avoid eye contact because I told my mom about him and she embarrassed me by pointing at him to "make sure it's him I'm talking about" 🥲

I'm still living and that's enough, I just need to take one thing at a time. 🪷

So umm.. I don’t really know how to put this. My dad’s been staring at my chest more often… and it’s really gross. He’s always been a “creep” and often watches vulgar stuff.. but before your wondering how old I am and all that I’ll tell you. I’m 13 and I matured pretty quickly? I look around a high school freshman? Like I’m 5’7 and I have yk.. boobs. Like it just feels weird saying this

So sometimes I walk around the house without a bra bc they hurt yk?? And my mom does the same. I mean I think it’s normal??? But anyway, my dad has a problem with staring for too long at people?? So I’ll be minding my business and he’ll just STARE. Like full blown stare with no thoughts, even if you stare back at him he won’t do anything??

So he’s been staring lower.. and I’d say I’ve been hitting puberty more.. so yk what happens. And idk it just feels so disgusting. Like the type of way I’d want to rip my skin off? I love myself but when he stares it makes me feel like a ball of sludge?

Idk what the point of this was but I just wanted to get this off my chest

I can’t sleep. Why bother…? Y’know I can just… count sheep… one sheep… two sheep… three sheep… four.. sheep… god, I’m too tired to think of numbers. Atleast it made me sleepier, but… my storming thoughts aren’t gone yet. I think my girlfriend hates me. I’m not quite sure why I made this type of assumption… she sounds like she does. We argue almost daily about the smallest things… if I break up with her… then I might feel extremely miserable. I mean… I would like to, but… what about everything she has done for me…? I can’t let that slide at all… I want to cry, but I’m to tired… let’s just close our eyes and think of something else instead of… crying.

I’ve been doing pretty well lately I was going though a hard time back in 2022 it started with my breasts being uneven and I noticed it but became very hyper fixated to the point I had to look in the mirror just to convince myself they were fine and not that big of a difference. I went to go see a therapist and a psychiatrist and got put on medication. At first it was still bad but now I barely think about my boobs but this morning I just woke up with this anxiety that I needed to look and I stared at them and now I’m having this worry about them being very uneven and drastic looking..

I have asked my husband and he has told me that you can barely notice but I just don’t know how to accept it and stop worrying about this kind of thing..

well I have a best friend and a other who long distant so I'ma start with the long distant one so we been best friends for a really long time everything was going good until a girl name adelis came in and bethany started to be dry to me she never been dry to me before and well I found out in the 5 grade that she talk shit about me and bethany and I told bethany and she belived me but then a year ago and I was at my sister game softball and I called my long distants friend and we start talking right and then she show me texted from adelis and making Bethany laugh I stand there shock because she prominse me that she I wounte go back to talk to her and then we start bearly calling and it got me overthinking and well.. Bethany called me and told her friend wants to meet me and well I hate talking to new people but she was nice to me that it wanted to me cry. and she was like Bethany before she meet adelis and then adelis was always rude to me I never like it make me cry because I am sesevetive and I have issuss and Bethany only call me when adelis is in the call and elii and me didn't like it she made us hurt so we just brush it off and we didn't talk to them anymore and shit and Bethany makes joke that makes me bad about my body and makes up excuses to leave me to go call adelis. so is she even my best friend anymore?.....

Both of my parents have decided not to attend my upcoming wedding in September, leaving me completely devastated. I am about to marry an incredible woman, yet my mother has abruptly refused to participate due to personal grievances, and my father, estranged for nearly a decade and from a culture that does not accept lesbian marriages, is hesitant about attending due to potential discomfort.

My mother's reservation stems from having to share the space with my uncle who, in the past, reported her to Child Protective Services when my stepfather was abusing myself and my brother—a situation she had been hiding. Although the intervention was justified, my mother has harbored resentment towards my uncle ever since, and she accused me of betrayal for confiding in him. She insists on maintaining her boundaries, even if it means missing her own daughter's wedding. To me, it feels like she could set aside her grievances for just one day, but she views my upset as an overreaction.

The situation has left me both angry and powerless. I wonder if my expectations are unreasonable or if my feelings are validly profound.

Imagine if this personal turmoil were unfolded on a reality TV show—cameras rolling as each family drama layer revealed itself in front of a national audience. The viewers would likely be split, some empathizing deeply with emotional struggles and familial rifts, while others might view the conflicts as overly dramatic or fabricated for ratings. The episode would likely stir up significant discussions on family dynamics, personal boundaries, and the importance of support during significant life events.

Growing up, my twin sister Emily and I have always shared a deep bond. Recently, however, that bond was put to the test due to her relationship choices. About a year ago, Emily began dating a guy named Ryan. I never had a good impression of him, though Emily seemed completely enamored, even mentioning marriage. This past summer, while I was shopping, a confrontation at the grocery store left me stunned. A woman approached me, mistaking me for Emily, and accused me of dating her ex and sending her hateful messages. She claimed that Ryan, the father of her three children, had abandoned them. Before I could correct her identity mix-up, she showed me messages that Emily had sent her. I couldn't believe Emily would become involved with someone so irresponsible.

When I confronted my sister, she initially denied it, but eventually she admitted that she had hidden the truth. Emily knew that I disapprove of men who shirk their paternal responsibilities, and she didn't want my judgment. That revelation strained our relationship, making me see her in a different light.

The situation escalated when Emily invited me over to announce her pregnancy with Ryan. I couldn’t hide my displeasure, especially towards Ryan. When he asked what my issue with him was, I openly called him a deadbeat. Following this, as I was leaving, Emily confronted me in tears, pleading for my support during her pregnancy. Despite my anger, I told her I'd try to be present for her, but I warned her that she might regret her decisions.

Now, Emily has texted me, demanding that I apologize to both her and Ryan. She's even threatened to cut ties with me if I refuse. This leaves me wondering, am I really in the wrong here?

If this rift between us played out on a reality show, cameras documenting every emotional outburst and terse exchange, I can only imagine the public's reaction would be divided. Some might side with Emily, viewing her pursuit of love and happiness as justifiable, regardless of Ryan’s past. Others might applaud my stance, resonating with my disapproval of Ryan’s negligence towards his existing responsibilities. The mix of family drama, moral dilemmas, and personal convictions would undoubtedly captivate an audience, adding layers of complexity to each viewer's perception based on their personal values and experiences.

Should I apologize to keep peace in the family?

In my entire life, I never faced any issues in maintaining a pristine shower, until I started living with my spouse, Mike. I've always been conscientious about cleaning our bathroom, giving it a thorough scrub once a week, and rarely needed to do extra apart from the occasional deep clean.

However, recently, I’ve been battling a persistent pink bacterial slime at the bottom of the shower and clinging to our stylish outer shower curtain.

Doing the laundry and handling about 90% of our house chores has always been my department. But, I had to draw the line when I suspected that Mike's habit of urinating in the shower might be contributing to the scum issue. Our shower setup includes just a stall with a curtain, which makes it likely for splashes to end up outside the intended area. Honestly, it wouldn’t irk me as much if it happened in a bathtub, where it’s more contained.

I should clarify, I don’t think there’s anything inherently bad about peeing in the shower. I simply requested Mike, quite politely on multiple occasions, to refrain from doing so, unless he was volunteering for scum-cleaning duty. His reaction has always been defensive, which baffles me—why is such a simple compromise to improve our living space seen as unreasonable?

Is it unjust of me to restrict his ‘shower liberties’ in our stall setup?

Imagine, for a moment, having this issue aired on a reality show. Visualize the debates it would spark, not to mention the potential amusement or horror of viewers worldwide! It certainly puts the topic into a bizarre perspective, pondering if the public opinion would lean towards sympathy for my plight or support for Mike’s restroom freedoms.

What's your take on restricting bathroom habits in shared spaces?

Being a mom is the most rewarding and terrifying thing I’ve ever done. My little girl is only two years old, but every single day, I find myself wondering: am I doing enough? How to be a good mother when it feels like there’s so much to figure out?

Some days, I feel like I’m nailing it. We play together, she laughs at my silly songs, and I can see how happy she is. But then there are moments when I feel like I’m completely failing. Like yesterday, when I lost my temper because she spilled juice on the carpet after I told her three times not to run around with her cup. She cried, and it broke my heart because all I could think about was, “What kind of mom yells at a two-year-old over juice?”

I read parenting blogs and watch videos on how to raise happy, confident kids, but it’s overwhelming. There’s so much advice out there, and half of it feels contradictory. Be strict, but not too strict. Let them explore, but set boundaries. Make healthy meals, but don’t stress if they eat nuggets and fries once in a while. I’m trying to do it all, but is that even possible?

I see other moms who seem to have it all together—perfectly dressed kids, Pinterest-worthy lunches, and spotless homes. Meanwhile, I’m just proud if I can get her to daycare on time with matching socks. Sometimes, I wonder if they’re struggling too and just hiding it better.

I love my daughter more than anything, and I want her to grow up feeling loved, supported, and safe. But how do I know if I’m doing it right? Is there some magic formula on how to be a good mother, or is it just about showing up every day and doing your best?

If anyone has advice or has felt this way too, I’d love to hear it. I’m trying so hard, but some days it feels like I’m just fumbling through.

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?

My 30th birthday dinner was meant to be a special occasion. Planned as a joyous family gathering at a restaurant, it was essentially the highlight of my birthday celebrations since I hadn’t organized a party. However, events took an unexpected turn earlier today when my brother and his wife called me, bubbling with excitement to share their news of expecting a baby. Naturally, I was overjoyed for them and we went through all the customary celebratory conversations. But then, they dropped a question that caught me off guard. They wanted to know if I would be okay with them announcing their pregnancy to our parents during my birthday dinner, explaining that since his wife had been feeling nauseous and wasn’t drinking, it would make sense to share the news now. They assured me they could wait and announce it at another family-focused event if I preferred.

The mere fact that they asked this of me stung a bit. It’s not been easy celebrating personal milestones recently, with numerous past birthdays ending in disappointment and my university graduation being overshadowed by the pandemic. Turning 30 felt monumental, especially considering I don’t plan on the traditional milestones of marriage or children anytime soon. With these thoughts heavy on my mind, I asked for some time to think and promised to call them back.

Feeling somewhat cornered, I decided it would be best if they didn’t share their news at my birthday dinner. They seemed to understand, but when I expressed how their request had put me in an awkward position, the conversation quickly soured. They became defensive and my sister-in-law even raised her voice. The call ended on a terse note, leaving me more distressed than before.

This upheaval completely soured my mood and the thought of sitting through a dinner pretending to be cheerful was unbearable. I ended up calling my parents to postpone the dinner, unable to provide a full explanation, which led to their obvious frustration and the reservation’s cancellation fee.

In a bid to clear the air, I reached out directly to my brother. I tried to explain the depth of my feelings and questioned whether he would have made such a request if it were another significant celebration, like an engagement dinner. The conversation was a long one, with pauses and equivocations, but it ended with my brother apologizing, though the damage was done.

Our rescheduled dinner now won't happen until far after my actual birthday due to my brother’s job constraints, making the whole event feel somewhat pointless.

On top of it all, the backlash from the family for the dinner being delayed and the resultant unpleasantness has been directed at me, making me question if I am the one at fault here.

Imagine if this scenario had unfolded on a reality TV show. The dramatic phone calls, the tense family dynamics, and the emotions riding high could have made for quite the episode. Viewers likely would have been split—some siding with me over the importance of respecting my birthday wishes, while others might argue that family news could enhance the celebratory atmosphere. The debates would swirl not just within the confines of my family, but across social media platforms, as the public weighed in on the family drama unfolding on screen.

Would you have let your siblings announce their pregnancy at your birthday dinner?