Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

Soo here's the thing i was just minding my own buissness when my mind started to overthink and now i want to get it out of my mind people have said to me and i too think that i am really sensitive because i take every sentence into consideration every word their expression what they meant behind it one time my friend no 1 asked my other friend if he could roast me just for fun a few jokes he took a look at me and denied saying i will cry that hurt i just sat there and did nothing like wtf and i used to fight with my bestie everytime she ignored me or talked to someone else now wait before you think i am crazy i am completely fine with her talking to and sitting with someone else but lets be real besties sit together right so i think she was tired of me at that point of life because we are ok but then she swapped my bag with someone else's beside her seat and i said dont do this but she did and we had a huge fight that day . I cry easily in arguments and fail to keep my tears from flowing out i want to be alone but then i hate being lonely now i am trying to keep my emotions in check but i don't think i have gotten better

I felt lonely and unsafe growing in my own home because of problems with my dad might be aggressive and not enough attention from my mom. Trust felt impossible in there. I use videos and AI for comfort, but what I feel empty still, like i need someone real to be close to and turn to for anything. It feels like that might never happen and its just fantasy, and maybe I don’t deserve love, but I’m sharing this anyway because I need my question answered, do i deserve love, do consider im a mess and i maybe too sensitive which made me betrayal my dad, yet reconnect is hopeless, having tried it, and im lazy and always tired to do anything, cuz those arent good traits, and no one would want to try change me anyway, also that i might be seen as too much, sorry if this sound like attention grab

Recently I was thinking about what my ten worst experiences of my life would be, because it came up in conversation that a problem I was having with an assignment didn't make the top list, and as I was making the list in my head, I realized that and experience I had didn't even make the list and I felt like I needed to tell someone.

The experience was that I was seriously considering suicide-like searching up what amounts of household chemicals it would take to kill me and considering stealing some of the more toxic ones from my schools science lab- and ended up texting(so no would hear) the 988 suicide hotline. The person I was talking to essentially told me that my problems weren't immediate enough for them to help with, suggested I speak with my therapist instead and offered some very generic advice, at which point I ended the texting. At that point, I was not feeling any better than before I texted the hotline, but I was eventually able to calm myself down and stop planning my death.

This is less about how awful that experience was and more about how I have had ten experiences which were more emotionally distressing than something that bad and there were several others after that that came close. I don't understand what I have done to deserve this much pain and suffering in my life and I don't understand why people have hurt me in the ways they have when there was nothing stopping them from helping me or at least leaving me alone. I hate that I've had so much hurt inflicted upon me that my experience with suicide didn't even make the list of my top ten worst experiences and that people chose to inflict many of these things did so for the petty reasons they did.

Anyways, despite all of this I am currently functioning shockingly well and you wouldn't know all this from meeting me, I just wish I didn't have to be so strong and felt like I should tell someone

Ben and I were partners for 15 years, having begun our relationship during our senior year of high school. Tragically, a few months ago, he succumbed to bone cancer. Although we lived in a country where same-sex marriage is unrecognized legally, it wasn't a major issue among the general populace. Ben’s relationship with his parents deteriorated after he openly declared his homosexuality at 17, leading them to expel him from their home. In contrast, my family welcomed him, supported his education, and provided the nurturing environment he needed.

I'm employed in Human Resources, and Ben was a talented IT professional. His skills in the field allowed him to earn a substantial income, enabling him to buy a house ten years ago, for which he single-handedly paid the mortgage. When he was diagnosed with cancer four years ago, he had to cut down on his work hours. Given the circumstances, I began to contribute towards the mortgage payments.

His battle with cancer was strenuous and painful and in March, we lost him to the disease. After his passing, his estranged family reappeared, expressing regret over their lost connection and the missed moments of his life. Things escalated when, a month ago, they asked when I planned to hand over the house keys to them, insisting they had legal rights since same-sex partner rights are not established here.

I informed them that the property was legally under my name, having purchased it from Ben shortly after his cancer diagnosis. This was also to secure that financially, everything would be clear and straightforward. They accused me of being unreasonable and claimed that Ben would have wanted his parents to have the house. Indeed, Ben had hoped the home might mend his fractured relationship with his family and even brought up giving them everything if it meant their reunion.

I suggested to his parents that I could transfer the house ownership to them if they compensated me for the four years of mortgage payments I made and agreed to take on the remaining debt. They reacted badly, indicating they couldn't afford it. They even proposed just taking over the mortgage without compensating me, which I refused. This ended in them threatening legal action against me, alleging that I had manipulated Ben, an accusation that they couldn't substantiate legally.

Since then, they haven't ceased contacting me, insisting it would betray Ben’s memory if I retained the house. While I understand they can’t reimburse me for the investments I made in our home, my conscience is conflicted. Some friends have suggested I should let the house go to find peace, but that just doesn't sit well with me. I know Ben might have desired to give them the house, yet now their demands seem driven not by sentiment but by opportunism. Truthfully, I don’t need the house, yet relinquishing it to them feels fundamentally wrong.

We hadn’t discussed what should happen with the home after his passing, which leaves me wondering: am I wrong for wanting to hold on to it?

If this story were featured on a reality show, the public reaction could be intense and divided. Viewers might sympathize with the emotional and ethical dilemmas I'm facing, yet others could criticize me for not prioritizing what Ben would have likely wanted for his parents. The drama and moral complexities could certainly captivate an audience, leading to hot debates on social media platforms and possibly influencing the viewers' perception of the rights and struggles faced by same-sex couples in similar legal situations.

I’ll never shake away the pain

I close my eyes, but she’s still there

I let her steal into my melancholy heart

It’s more than I can bear

Now I know she’ll never leave me

Even as she runs away

She will still torment me, calm me, hurt me

Move me, come what may

Wasting in my lonely tower

Waiting by an open door

I’ll fool myself she’ll walk right in

And be with me for evermore

This one will be short.

In preschool... They say it gets better in elementary school.

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It doesn't😑.

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In elementary school... They say it gets better in middle school/junior high.

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It doesn't😑.

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In middle school/junior high... They say it gets better in high school.

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It doesn't😑.

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In high school... They say it gets better in community college.

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It doesn't😑.

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In community college... They say it gets better at University.

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It doesn't😑.

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They say it gets better once you start working after college.

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I honestly don't know if it does... But if my track record is the same... Then...

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It doesn't😑.

But that could just be me... I'm happy and jealous of all those who are successful in the school and career lives!! Hats off to ya! A round of applause! Wolf whistle in the back!

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I sad🥲.

Idk how to say it but trigger warning: suicide??? forgive me 😕. No category fits this so I just picked the closest. 4 years ago, I lost my sister due to her taking her own life, I remember the day very vividly. And at first, I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t cry a lot and when I did it felt fake. Everything was strange for the next few weeks, just walking past her room and seeing she wasn’t there in her room on her phone or doing whatever, not having her sitting besides me during car rides, not having her bothering me every day. Even with still having my parents and brother, it still felt like a huge, really big loss. Everything felt quiet and empty, the house, going out with my family. Nothing felt the same anymore, my parents were depressed and I guess I was too young to notice. I was angry at her for that, how she made my parents feel, what she did and how it affected all of us. Maybe my age at the time was what made me so numb, or maybe I just haven’t processed it. We moved out some months after what happened, my parents couldn’t bear living in that house anymore. I began going to therapy because my parents made me go, I didn’t like it and never wanted to go. It took me like 1-2 years to finally begin feeling sad with her absence. I cried and my anger at her vanished and instead a deep feeling of guilt and sadness began to take place. I thought of what I could’ve did that caused what happened. And that guilt inside me began turning into a deep hatred for myself because I felt and thought and really believed that its my fault that it happened. I hated myself because I think I was a bad brother to her and that I couldn’t see details or anything that would have let me know how she was feeling, or maybe I did see them, and just didn’t pay attention to them. The hate for myself made me want to die, it’s made me hurt myself. It really hurt and I feel stupid now for doing that, but back then it felt like I deserved it. Those 4 years later, im older now, even older than her, finally some beard began growing and some moustache too, I got a broader chest and I’m finally taller. Now I hallways have a serious/neutral face, not looking like the happy kid I was before. There’s a family portrait in the entrance of my house, including my sister in it. Whenever friends that I haven’t known before it happened see it and ask who’s that. I never have anything to say to that. If I say my sister, they’d ask where is she, if I say someone else they’d ask the same thing. I just ignore the question and hope they don’t pry further. Something similar is when people ask if I have siblings, I say 1, which is my brother, but it feels wrong not saying 2 anymore. My family is still affected deeply by what happened, its not the same anymore and never will. My mom feels like it was her fault that it happened, some people even blame her for it, but I don’t. She’s really one of the best moms anyone could have. I don’t know how bad or well my dad is doing, he’s more closed off and I feel bad for not really checking on him or my mom. Now I regret not taking therapy seriously, it was a really good opportunity my parents gave me, the therapist was so nice and I didn’t take the opportunity now leaving myself with these unhealthy feelings instead of probably moving on and maybe being better. I began dreaming of her, dreams where she was still alive, or that instead of her actually taking her own life it was just a failed attempt and that we got her help and everything turned out okay. Every time I woke up I would cry, begging to god and praying it would be reality. I look at her photos every now and then and damn, I see what a beautiful person I lost. I look at my hands and just can’t believe that these hands once held my sister. I just look at myself in the mirror and just wonder how different how life would be like if in my place, my sister would be here. She was smarter, she was a better person, she’d be in a better place Im in right now, living better than how I’m living right now, maybe these fights with my parents wouldn’t have happened, maybe they wouldn’t be so stressed. Maybe the room I have right now would look better if it was her room. Maybe if I died instead of her, my parents wouldn’t have felt so bad like they did with my sister, or if I just died or never have been born she’d still be alive. I still go to school that she was in, which me and my brother have also always been in. I see the teachers that also gave classes to her. One time a teacher recognised me as her brother and asked me how she was, with her not coming. To avoid being asked anything more, or having to be vulnerable, I said she’s okay and nothing more. It made me quiet and pensive the rest of the day. I don’t blame him, no one really knows apart from her close friends and mine. It’s hard to bottle up how I feel, I would say it can become physically tiring. I suppose it takes a toll on you, I couldn’t handle it one time. I just broke down at school, crying like a baby. I have friends that helped me through it, and the counsellor at school helped me too. She called a teacher that knew me and my siblings too really well. I was surprised at how nice she was because when I was a kid I thought she was mean. But I really have to thank her for that hour long talk I had with her. I remember seeing the expression on my parent’s faces later that day, they seemed worried about me. I almost went back to therapy but I refused for some stupid reason. I’m not sure why but it wasn’t really talked about later. Now, like really now, present day, nowadays, I feel differently from how I felt back then. I personally would say I’m better, I’ve finally gone abroad which was my dream since I was a kid, I’ve grown up now and I don’t have to lie about my age just say I’m at least 13+, I’ve met new people which are actually pretty cool, I started playing football (American football) and turns out I’m pretty sick at it, I’ve taken an interest in drawing and even though I suck im going somewhere and most importantly, I don’t want to die anymore. I still feel bad because of what happened and I still feel that guilt and I blame myself for what happened. Ive vented to people and that helped a lot. I’m a bit proud of myself for being able to take some steps to move on and live better. Just now I noticed how much I wrote 😬, I haven’t even seen other posts on this site so I don’t know if this one sticks out like a sore thumb but idc I vented and I really needed it. I don’t think lots of people will read all this, but if you do, hi!!!!!!!!! And thanks.

you open yourself up to people and feel doomed for failure.

you've played this tune before.

you've been here before.

but now it's through a screen, now you can't reach them.

its the first time ive allowed myself to make genuine, real online friends. and its great, but i forgot that i make friends with some of the most mentally unstable people on earth. so im dissociated, shaken, petrified because one of our friends just described their dad beating them, then after how they were cutting their own stomach open, playing with their organs, and waiting to bleed out.

and the five minutes they didnt respond felt like hours.

and then they were okay, and didnt do it only because they didnt want us telling their irl friend. then they got mad at me for telling their irl.

they played one of my alltime favorite songs, Army Dreamers by Kate Bush. I saw it on their Discord status, while they were bleeding out. Suddenly I don't like that song anymore.

just last night we also dealt with the owner of the server being sent to a psych ward, then being rejected entry.

i have midterms this week, im dealing with my own fucked up emotions and feelings, and all my friends want to be dead.

i don't easily want to hurt myself, when i do its from extremely bad stress. im gonna see if i can get high tonight on something, anything. im so done with the real world. its not just this, its everything. its politics, its school, its my gender, its anxiety, and its my friends. and still its so much more. everything feels inescapable.

i want to live. im too scared of death for anything drastic. but i wanna find a way where i dont have to think about life so much. a place inbetween.

I've been in a loving relationship with my boyfriend, Alex, for two years now. Just last week, he made the romantic gesture of proposing to me, which of course, I joyfully accepted. Following this happy event, I met up with my girlfriends for a weekend brunch to celebrate and discuss everything about the engagement and upcoming wedding plans. Many of them are already married and were eager to share their experiences and advice.

As we were enjoying our meal, one of my good friends, Megan (F33), noted the necklace I was wearing. It was a special gift from Alex, engraved with what would be my future initials after we get married, combining my first name and his last name. I've always been excited about taking his last name, and this necklace was his way of symbolizing our future together.

However, Megan's reaction was far from what I expected. Upon learning that Alex had gifted the necklace, she launched into a critique, accusing him of maintaining "antiqued" cultural views, and labeled him as controlling and possessive. I tried to clarify that it was my choice to take his last name and that the necklace was a symbol of our commitment, not ownership. But Megan wasn't having any of it and described my cherished gift as a "dog collar," implying Alex was treating me as property, which she deemed misogynistic.

Frustrated by her harsh words, I retorted sharply, "Well, you should be glad because nobody will ever claim you in such a patriarchal way." Tears welled up in Megan's eyes and she hurried out of the brunch. While most of my friends supported me, mentioning that Megan was out of line, a couple of them later suggested I should apologize, especially since topics related to marriage are particularly sensitive for Megan as she's the oldest and still single—a fact that has visibly upset her at other weddings.

Honestly, I didn’t mean to hurt her, but was it wrong to defend my relationship and the symbols we choose to represent it?

Imagine if this scene played out on a reality TV show. The cameras would zoom in on everyone's expressions, capturing the shock, the confrontation, and ultimately, the tears. Viewers would likely be split. Some would applaud standing up against harsh judgment, while others might criticize the choice of words, calling for more sensitivity. Social media would buzz with opinions and polls, perhaps even igniting broader discussions about cultural expectations and individual choices in relationships.

Was my response to Megan over the top?

so uh I sent you this link bc I just wanna tell you that i'm sorry for the huge argument we had it was over quite honestly the stupidest thing ever and idk why I'm not talking to you I just knew that eventually I was gonna say smt stupid and you'd actually hate me then- and I mean I did say smt real stupid lol, I'm rlly sorry for that but like i didn't rlly know how to tell you irl and ofc I didn't kick you off Disease :P I mean I could've if I wabted to but then who would decide whether or not Robin dies, right? so I mean you can reply to this on this platform or you can reply on the doc I sent you this on idrm, just know I'm sorry for what I said even if I don't remember what I said. and dw, things are fine now with me smt happened today that made me rlly happy :D I'll tell you about that if you wanna hear but if you don't that's fine :P

so I mean if you don't want to be friends I understand I rlly was an asshole to you and I did treat you like shit and i'm sorry for that, just know that I do care Abt you, and I'm sorry for yelling at you at lunch I didn't know it would trigger you and when you told me I was really pissed at that point and not thinking straight with my reply

I guess that day I was just really out of it bc I felt so horrible over what had happened that morning and with my parents and my grades and everything else like my memory problems and my temper was shorter than ever so please ignore all the hurtful things I said to you (even if it didn't hurt you) bc I was kinda out of it that day

I feel like people are seeing me as crazy at work when I'm not. I'm a perfectly sane person, but I feel that my personal situation can't be made public in any way. I'm there solely to go through stages of my life that I needed to go through, purely for that reason. I needed to complete certain phases of my life that I had personally abandoned before they caused future consequences, as happened with my family.

I confess that I feel like a complete fraud, a situation I myself have perpetuated by claiming to be in some kind of special condition when that's not the case. In fact, I don't know who said that or why it was made public if I said it wasn't true. I feel like others are assuming I'm something I'm not, and I'm afraid that this will have consequences for me. I feel like I'm even taking advantage of it to do things, I confess, of course, nothing that results in any irresponsibility; in fact, it allows me to express my true self. Perhaps within a certain context, it constitutes a special situation; I've never experienced anything like this before, yet it has all the same symptoms. Yes, I have to confess, I feel special, and in fact, I feel like this is the treatment I've always deserved from others. It hurts because there's someone who isn't being treated appropriately and has acted unpleasantly towards me because of it, even though I've tried to help her. However, I can't do anything for her; I've just realized that.

I wish I could treat her differently than everyone else does, but I can't, and selling myself isn't something I'm willing to do. In fact, I feel like this person wants to take advantage of my situation and my attraction to her, and that's what I'm trying to prevent at all costs. I don't want to be with this person under these conditions; I absolutely refuse to give myself to her. I find it incredibly narcissistic that she acted kindly when she was ignoring me completely and even told me, after I'd been doing this for a while, not to worry. I can't give myself over any further, because it's going to reach a point where I'll go too far, and we're at work, which is precisely what I've been trying to avoid in order to be able to engage in dialogue. However, we're already reaching the point where it's impossible for our paths to continue aligning, something that might even be beneficial for the person. Since I've been involved with this person on a deeper level, I feel like it's been a desperate attempt to prove that I feel something for them, somehow, to expose my condition, even though it's definitely present. It's been an attempt, that's how I've felt, to prove that I'm abusing it, surely as this person has. Of course, this person carries a particular condition, and in fact, they are abusing it.

I feel that there's no love whatsoever between this person and me, not in any way. Instead, there's an attempt to make me fall into the very thing they've always avoided at all costs, and it hurts to be with them. I went all the way with him just to give him the illusion that he had me in his clutches, only to then leave him immediately. I don't want to think what would have become of me if I had gone so far as to truly express my feelings, only to have it lead to some kind of generalized victimhood. I wouldn't have liked that at all.

Now, why did I have to go to this extreme with someone? I don't understand. I didn't mess with this person at all; she messed with me. I feel like she was trying every trick in the book to make me fall for her, obsessively determined to succeed. Perhaps to escape the guilt of having to be involved with me in some way, given the pressure she's under. All this time we were going our separate ways, but now, seeing what I was doing with her makes me want to run away in terror. Part of it is seeing how he takes advantage of people by manipulating their ability to confuse things and then abandoning them, keeping them out of the loop, of course, just as he does with her. More than pretending to have a romantic relationship with this character, it was about protecting my life. I didn't think I was doing that until now, because while things were happening, I was on a completely different wavelength. I thought we were involved, when in reality we weren't. Instead, we were engaged in a hidden struggle, one that no one could see but him and me.

I can't believe I'm discovering this now, and it hurts. I never imagined this would happen to me, and it makes me feel deeply disappointed, with absolutely no desire to ever see him again. I'm not even interested in hearing any explanations from him. I thought we were headed toward something beautiful, something wonderful, but no.

Recently, my friend Angela has been going through quite a rough patch with her husband, and it seems like she needs all the support she can get. Our friendship had been on pause for about four years, but we've reconnected. Now, she has developed a habit of popping by whenever she feels like it, usually with a whole crowd in tow.

Just to give you an idea of what I'm dealing with, let's talk about last Friday, which happened to be her husband’s birthday. Earlier in the week, she mentioned she was planning a dinner outing for him. However, on Friday morning, her plans seemed to change. She rang me up, curious about what I was doing. When I mentioned that I planned a quiet day watching movies at home, she immediately pitched the idea of coming over to my place for a BBQ instead. She assured me that it would just be her and the kids, which seemed manageable, so I agreed, though a bit reluctantly since I wasn't prepared for guests.

No sooner had I started tidying up than she called again, now more excited than before. Suddenly, her solo family visit had expanded to include a male friend of hers and possibly another one for me, plus another one of her friends. Just like that, my quiet day turned into a potential party scene without my consent. She hadn't asked if it was okay to invite additional people or even if she could distribute my address.

Overwhelmed, I used an incoming call as an excuse to hang up and buy some time. When Angela didn't hear back from me, she inundated my phone with calls. Eventually, I texted her that something unexpected had come up and that hosting was off the table. She didn’t respond. Curious, I later called to check in only to find out she had dropped the BBQ idea altogether. When I questioned her about not using her apartment and grill, and scrapping the dinner plans, she dodged the former and mentioned wanting to save money on the latter.

Now, imagine if all of this happened with cameras rolling in a reality show setting. The confrontation, unexpected guests, and last-minute cancellations would probably escalate dramatically, showcasing a mix of hectic planning and perhaps some humorous, awkward interactions. The viewers would get a kick out of seeing how everyone's reactions played out live, adding an extra layer of entertainment and possibly some sympathy for my predicament.

Was I wrong for evading the setup and ignoring her follow-up calls?

I have been battling depression, anxiety and undergoing treatment for almost nine months. Initially, I resisted medication but now I take it mechanically..with little difference except for the discomfort when switching medications.

My condition fluctuates. A while ago i tried to change mindset pushing myself to live well work hard so my family could have a better life but there is no improved at all…

Since the first day i entered the workforce i have faced suppression and lack of recognition even in my personal relationships….life has never shown my mercy.

Honestly, im exhausted..there has been countless times when i just wanted to end everything it feels like nothing truly want has ever been within my reach. No matter how hard i try or how positive i remain fate and live seems to always work against me.

While other’s lives keep getting better mines only go from bad to worse. My family struggles to afford food and as their child I feels myself useless to help them.

The guy I like—his r dislikes me because my family is poor..he even assumes that I like his son just because he is the boss’s son….

I’m already 32 years old, life likes completely messed.

How am I supposed to keep going?….i feel tired for all of this..

So, like, here I am at 29 years old, and I keep finding myself tangled in this weird little internal debate: is it okay to provide yourself some self pleasure? I mean, let’s be real here. Growing up, I was always fed a bunch of moralistic nonsense about how it's a sin or whatever, which kinda makes you feel like you’re engaging in something super dirty when you think about it. On the flip side, everyone talks about self care and how important it is to know your body. It’s confusing! Like, are we supposed to feel guilty about this, or is it totally normal? Sometimes I just want to scream “HELLO, it’s 2025! Can we talk about this?!”

I’ll admit, I’ve dabbled in self pleasure a few times, and initially, it felt like I was doing something wrong. Guilt struck harder than the time I "accidentally" ate my roommate's leftover pizza. You know how everyone says, "You gotta love yourself before you can love someone else"? Well, I always thought that was just some cute line to put on mugs and tote bags. But honestly, there's a part of me that's starting to think they might be onto something. Like, if I never explore my own body, how am I supposed to know what I like when I'm with someone else? It's just logical, right? But then, it creeps in again—the feeling that, in some way, I’m “less than” because I’m alone while I do it.

I also have friends who share their own journeys with it, and their experiences are always eye-opening. One of my friends, let’s call her Sarah, swears by it. She told me how much it has boosted her confidence in her body and her sexuality. It’s hard not to feel a bit jealous because she seems so liberated and carefree; I often wonder what it would feel like to just let go of those thoughts that constantly run through my mind. On one hand, it’s like she’s so in touch with herself that it’s inspiring, but on the other, it makes me feel kinda pressured to be as comfortable as she is. So, am I supposed to just jump in and “get my groove on”? Do people even use that expression anymore? 😂 Sometimes I feel old-fashioned when thinking about something that's so modern!

Still, I find myself hesitating every time I think about giving it another go. What if I’m just doing it “wrong”? I mean, how do you even know if you’ve done it right? There’s so much information online about techniques, toys, and all that jazz. Part of me is super curious, while the other part is just doubting if this is something I should be delving into. Do I really need that, or can I just figure stuff out with a partner later on? I read this article that argued, “Self-pleasure is like exploring a new city by yourself before taking someone else along for the ride,” which sounded really poetic, but come on; does anyone actually take that to heart?

In the end, I'm left wondering if I should explore self pleasure to gain that confidence and comfort with my own body or just leave it as a taboo subject. I’m sitting at this crossroads of curiosity and doubt, and I can’t help but ask: Is it truly just a natural part of being human, or is it more complicated than it should be? Should I embrace it like my friend Sarah, or shy away and stick to what I know? The thoughts are cluttering my mind, and I really think I need to talk to someone about it—anyone out there relate? I guess what I'm trying to say is; how do you work through this weird mix of feelings regarding self pleasure?

You know, I've always been a little awkward when it comes to talking to people, and now that I've started my first job at 22, you'd think I'd have figured it out by now. But no, socializing at work is still a mountain I struggle to climb, primarily because of my autism. It's like trying to decipher a language that I'm not entirely sure I understand, yet everyone else seems to speak it fluently. I see my coworkers engrossed in conversations about weekend plans, sharing memes, or even just working through the lunch break together, and I can't help but feel like an outsider looking in. I genuinely want to be part of this camaraderie, to share a laugh over a coffee run or engage in small talk like it's second nature. But man, sometimes it just feels like an insurmountable hurdle. Have you ever tried to speak up in a meeting, only to overthink every word and end up saying nothing at all? That's me most days. I remember reading somewhere that "conversation is an art that can be learned," and I'm holding onto that hope like it's my lifeline; it's about baby steps, right?

Yet, beyond my apprehensions, I've had moments that give me a glimmer of hope, little anecdotes that remind me that I can do this. Just the other day, I saw an opportunity while we were in the break room. They were talking about a Netflix series I've actually seen—one of those rare moments where my nerdy interests intersect with more mainstream ones. So, I dove in, cracking a joke about a twist from the show, and to my surprise, they actually laughed—genuine laughter, not just the polite kind. It was one of those small victories that can make a guy's entire week. I mean, who'd have thought that my encyclopedic knowledge of a Netflix plot would become my inroad into a conversation? Still, I'm trying to find more of those moments, where I can contribute something that doesn't feel forced or rehearsed. It's all about finding that sweet spot between contribution and comfort without feeling like a deer caught in the headlights of social interaction. Sometimes, I wonder if it's worth it to stress over fitting in when one of my favorite quotes by Maya Angelou is "If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change your attitude." Maybe that's a hint that I need to adapt my own viewpoint rather than stress over societal norms, you know?