Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

im a 16 year old girl yet my voice sounds like a 12 year old boy with a stuffed nose. i hate it so much i want a more feminine voice so badly. when i talk to some people online they comment on how they think im a guy😭. not everyone but some and it just pisses me off cuz i cant even control it. I wanna talk to so many people but im scared ill get judged

When I was a kid I was really good friends with my siblings, we all had good fun together. Well until one day in the summer. Me and my younger sister were playing a game of tag inside. And note of this: even though I was young I had and still have a porn addiction. So me and my sister were on my bed, tired from playing around. And I thought it would be a good idea take advantage of the situation. So I requested her to unclothe herself, and she did. So I continued to touch her cat with my finger, even going down to lick it.

I did end up getting caught afterwards, and the police did get involved; but I didn't go to jail or anything because of my age. And during that time I felt sick, I felt horrible. So I suppressed my feelings and forgot about it, only remembering it like 3 times a year or so.

Now, I'm 18 and I completely forgot about my incident; but one of my sisters friends met someone I knew. Telling he about what I did back then. He texted me about it yesterday, and of course I lied, I'm still in school. But the problem isn't that I lied, the problem is the flow of emotions coming back to me. I feel so disgusting, why did I do that, what is wrong with me. I'm scared he'll find out the truth, because I know that what I did was really bad, and I know that the public will think the same.

I've changed, I know I have, and I think my family knows that as well. But I cant help but feel like a monster, I wasn't to change the past.

I tried looking as this being a wakeup call by a god or something, like some higher being telling me to change my ways. But all I can think about is the future, I don't think I'll ever talk to my family again when I move just out of guilt.

Thanks for reading this.

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?

I need a man who see me for me

I need a man who respects and values me

a man who has seen my worth

I am not willing to offer what I have unless I see if he is worth my time or even to be part of my overthinking brain

I don’t have the time nor energy for another time waste shitty moment, is this what relationships are in this generation now?

when they have the time or boredom hits, they just come to you and have the audacity to be like , “oh wait, lemme just play with her feelings”

do people just face time you out of nowhere, fall asleep in the call and make you feel like your presence bring comfort one day and make you feel like a worthless piece of shit the other day or maybe I am just overthinking.

I have about 4.6g of benadryl I'm prepared to take. Give me a reason not to. Not the stupid bullshit of "it'll get better" because it's not, my mental health is getting worse, my physical health is getting worse, and my thoughts have just been getting darker and darker. I'm stuck with my trauma, there's no getting around the ptsd, I can't get help for myself and when I try to reach out I just get told that I've gotten all the help they can give. The only other option really is getting committed but I would literally rather die than get committed and have to deal with everyone finding out + the costs. What reason do I have to live? I have my girlfriend but I just cause her more problems than the ones she already has, she's about it. My parents don't really care about me, and I use and manipulate my friends too much they'd be better without me being around.

Just curious as someone who's curious about the subject. Unfortunately the internet only tells me what happens, not how, or what the person feels specifically.

For cis gender males...

When you have hanky-panky time... Assuming that you have... Alone or with someone... What does it feel like for a male appendage to um... Have the red human fluid go down there🫣!? I sound ridiculous, but I'm not sure how to word this without there being restrictions😮‍💨. It's completely innocent... I swear🙇🏻‍♀️✨!!

I live in a home full of cis gender females. And one 60+ year old male(the dad figure of the house)... But I wouldn't ask the 60+ year old male... Cause he's also my cousin🫥. And that's just weird🫠.

I mean... Not saying it's not not weird here... It's just... Um... You know... Anonymous😅.

Anyway... The only thing I get from Reddit is...

"It's like warm and it's a build up and then it's a woosh!!" Does that make any forking sense😩!? Cause it doesn't to me🥴!!

And I'm specifically asking about just the red human liquid that flows to that area... Not necessarily the... Um... End result🫥.

I heard somewhere the end result does end up being tingly... But what does "tingly" even mean😫!! Like come on dudes, bros, any cis gender male or people with that particular appendage... Be more specific... What does it feel like🧐!?

And why does it get harder to the touch🤔!? Do people with this particular appendage feel the difference in that particular area🤷🏻‍♀️!?

I'm just really curious... As a very, very, very inexperienced cis female human in her early 20's... I'm just curious🫠.

And no need to answer if anyone is uncomfortable☺️🙏🏻✨... Or just simply doesn't know how to answer😶‍🌫️.

A few years after completing my college degree, I've found myself in a bit of a family dilemma. Working diligently through college, I managed my finances by taking scholarships, loans, and engaging in part-time work, ensuring I covered all my expenses independently. My father, who remarried around the time I turned 18, presented a challenging request recently. With my half-brother nearing the end of his high school journey, my dad has approached me to contribute to my brother's forthcoming college costs, citing that they hadn’t put aside funds for his education.

His rationale was that I should now be financially capable due to my stable job, adding that since I had the advantage of scholarships, it’s only fair I assist my brother. He stressed the importance of family support in such matters. While I deeply care for my brother, the prospect of sponsoring his education seems unfair, especially considering I received no such support during my academic endeavors. This left me in a difficult position when I expressed my inability to fulfill his request which led to my father labeling me as selfish, and now, both he, my stepmother, and my brother seem distant, treating me rather coldly.

The guilt weighs on me since my brother is an innocent party in this scenario, yet I’m also at the beginning of my professional life, striving to establish my own future and financial stability.

Now, imagine if this personal turmoil was a part of a reality show narrative, the dramatic interactions and moral dilemmas would certainly captivate an audience. The cameras would zoom in on the family discussions, capturing every emotion, potentially influencing public opinion. Viewers might sympathize with my position or criticize it, depending on how the story is presented. It would indeed create a buzz and possibly even a divisive camp, with some rallying support for me, while others might echo my father’s sentiments.

Should I finance my brother's college despite my circumstances? I wondering if I'm being selfish not helping with his college costs?

Is it fair to ask me to contribute?

Recently, my partner and I celebrated a huge milestone by bringing our newborn son, Noah Alexander, into the world. The journey to deciding on his name wasn't straightforward, but we immediately fell in love with the name Noah after considering various options on the day he was born. Just 24 hours after his arrival, we were thrilled to introduce him to our family members, including my partner's sister, Sara, who has two sons (Ethan and Oliver) with her husband, Chris. Chris also shares a daughter from a previous relationship.

During the introduction, Sara was among the first to learn our son's name. Her reaction, however, caught us off guard when she expressed, "I've always adored the name Noah, but Chris wouldn't let me use it for Ethan because his ex already named their son Noah. Could you possibly think about using his middle name, Alexander, as his first name instead? It really does sound lovely!" Firm in our choice, I reassured her that, while I understood her situation, we had decided on Noah and would be sticking to it.

I presumed that would be the end of the discussion, but to my surprise, the topic resurfaced when Sara visited us at home a week later. I pointed out that it shouldn't have deterred her from using the name she loved, especially since the two boys wouldn't likely cross paths. They don’t attend the same school, share the same last name, or have any direct link except through their shared half-sister. I even mentioned that using the name in the future still might be possible—it’s a common name in our culture, which traditionally strengthens the bond among children sharing it.

It's important to note that Sara and I had never spoken about baby names before, nor did we have any agreements concerning them. The only complicating factor seems to be Chris's challenging co-parenting dynamics with his ex, which understandably impacts Sara. Although Sara and I maintain a good relationship, she typically avoids discussing matters involving Chris’s ex, so my understanding in this matter is quite limited. Should I feel like I've overstepped here?

Imagine if all of this drama unfolded not just in our personal lives, but on a reality show. The intensity of the situation could definitely escalate with cameras rolling, capturing every expression and reaction. How would the audience perceive my insistence on the name? Would they side with Sara due to the sensitivity of her situation, or applaud our firmness in keeping the name we loved? Reality TV thrives on such personal conflicts, magnifying every detail and potentially swaying public opinion either way.

I’m a 52-year-old woman, and I’m dealing with a tricky family issue involving my brother-in-law, Mark, who's 59, and his wife, Linda, who's 35. Mark fully finances Linda’s burgeoning art career, supporting her while she devotes herself to becoming an artist. Linda mainly paints portraits and animals and has established a website to showcase and sell her artwork.

To be honest, I don't find Linda's artwork very appealing. While it’s certainly better than anything I could create, it doesn’t strike me as particularly professional. My husband shares this opinion, hence we've never bought any of her pieces, even though she often hints that we should.

Most of her artworks are tagged at $3,000 to $5,000 — a range that seems steep to me considering the artistic quality. It looks like she doesn’t sell much because she’s started gifting portraits of family members or their pets, catching them off guard and then they feel compelled to purchase these pieces. Recently, it was our turn to face this tactic.

After my son got engaged, we celebrated with a dinner, which was well-documented on social media. Unknown to us, Linda used one of those images to paint a large portrait. She unveiled this ‘surprise’ at a recent gathering, and I must admit, the painting did not appeal to me at all. It was quite overdone and not to my taste.

At the event, I appreciated her effort politely but remained non-committal about liking the artwork. During the night, she consistently hinted we could buy the painting as a wedding gift, even offering a “family discount”. Despite my evasive responses, her disappointment was palpable.

Later, Mark called my husband to express Linda's hurt feelings over us not purchasing the painting, emphasizing how meaningful it would be for them if we did. She dropped her price to $1,900 from the original $2,500.

This isn’t just about money. It’s about being pressured into buying something we neither need nor want. Even my son and his fiancée aren’t interested in keeping it. My husband suggests we purchase it to avoid family drama, even though he agrees with my sentiment. He also remarked that my viewpoint may come off as elitist, which I hadn’t intended. If I refuse to buy the painting, am I being unreasonable?

Imagine this situation playing out on a reality TV show. The tension and awkwardness would likely be magnified, with cameras capturing every reluctantly polite smile and each strained conversation. Viewers would probably be divided; some might sympathize with my refusal to spend a large sum on something I don’t appreciate, while others might see it as a small price to pay for family harmony.

I invested a lot if love and emotion into this girl, who turned out to be dating someone else. I was even under the impression that she loved me with the compliments she's given me. It definitely hurts to think this is ending, and that someone else is the one providing her with love. But I suppose she loves someone else even more, and she's not mine to love. All needed from me now is to tank the hit to my chest, where it feels unbearably empty. I just feel drained and wasted. I'm the type to give our love more than I receive, and that's why. I'm so mad I cannot cry, i am in that damn spot where it stings but you cannot let it out, so you're just stuck with the pain. Anyway, that's enough whining, thanks for reading, as knowing someone might skim thru this does make me feel better. :)

I am a single mother of two kids (6 months and 5 years). I chose to be a single mother (my kids are donor conceived).

I’m lucky enough to have a good job as a French teacher in a private school, and I have a paid-off house thanks to my parents' life insurance and inheritance.

Before having my kids, I saved a year’s worth of living expenses so I could take a sabbatical to recover from birth and bond with them. While on sabbatical, I still tutor some kids for extra income.

My friend (34F) just had a baby 2 months ago. She is the breadwinner in her household, and her husband has been unemployed since he was laid off during COVID.

It was great to be pregnant at the same time as my friend and have someone with a newborn, but things have turned sour.

She’s been saying how jealous she is of me being able to take a whole year off work, how she wishes she didn’t have to worry about losing their home, and how she doesn’t even have a couple hundred dollars in savings, let alone a year’s worth of living expenses.

I usually ignore it or brush it off because I kind of understand the stress she’s under.

About 10 days ago, she started hinting that she can’t afford daycare, and any mention of her husband taking care of their kid is brushed off. She then started remarking on how much free time I must have, which I deflected by saying truthfully that being a single mom to a baby and a small kid leaves me no free time.

Last night, she finally asked if I could “do her a favor” and watch her kid while she’s at work. I was firm but polite when I said that I couldn’t; I am not capable of watching two kids under 6 months.

She started almost begging me, saying she can’t afford daycare and if she doesn’t go back to work, she’ll lose her job and they’ll end up homeless. I brought up her husband again, and she said he wasn’t good with kids and isn’t capable of taking care of their kid.

I kept saying no, she kept pushing until it escalated to her calling me heartless, and me telling her that it’s not my problem she chose to have a kid with a useless man.

Now she’s blocked me, and I feel very guilty about what I said. I feel like shit.

If this situation happened on a reality show, I wonder how the audience would react. Would they think I was being too harsh, or would they understand my point of view? Would my friend be seen as sympathetic, or would people criticize her for her choices and the position she’s put herself in?

I don't have a personality, its like my whole self is built up on my friends and they hate me for it and tbh I hate myself for it more

I don't understand how I ended up alone, without a girlfriend, friends, or even family. I have no one to turn to for my life. I keep everything to myself.

No one calls me to find out how I'm doing, where I am, or what I'm doing, or to show interest. It's because of my father, but it's not the same. I don't maintain any relationship structure.

My life in relationships ended in complete disaster. I've even tasted sex, even a courtship. It's been a long time since I kissed a girl; I barely kissed her, and it was only briefly when I was in my early teens, and it was purely a dare.

No girl has ever been interested in me, or even wanted to have something more with me. I can't believe I haven't been attractive to anyone. I also can't believe no one has wanted to be my friend.

I even have a job worthy of respect from others. It's a public one, too. I don't practice my career; I gave it up. I have no basis for this life in the midst of this capitalism.

Without contact, without a boyfriend, without a family, or a career, I'm at the mercy of a current where I can't transcend. I admit it, I got rid of everything because I wanted to start over.

I had superficial relationships, I didn't like my career, dating seemed like something I wasn't ready for, and the connections I had were fraudulent. My father doesn't help me at all because his line is precisely to return to that old life.

Right now, when I feel more prepared than ever to start over, I can't do it. I feel like the system isn't prepared for people who want to start a new life.

I don't know where I'm going to get friends, a girlfriend, contacts, and even restart a career, without an environment that doesn't support me but rather harms me as a father, only making me unstable when it comes to this new goal, if I set it.

I feel like my father is one of my main problems, and I have a strong desire to slam the door in his face, no matter what. I can't start my life if I don't start from scratch. He's the only one who prevents me from doing so, but starting from scratch would also mean losing the financial support he provides.

This isn't easy. With everything else destroyed, and wanting to start slowly, I can't because there's someone, my father, who wants me to recover that. It's the last straw. I wish I hadn't lived the life I chose under disastrous principles. It's not fair that starting over is complicated. I admit that sometimes I feel like going back to the way things were before. There was progress and a certain foresight about what would happen with everything.

Now that I'm going against the grain, nothing is ever predictable. The culture doesn't support me at all. I swear, I wish I could give up many times. However, I feel like the only path left for me is to manage by distancing myself from everyone and maintaining it. Under these conditions, if I want to start over, have some support, and gradually build my life, the best thing is to be alone, to start from there, from that axis, and progress along it, avoiding leaving, consolidating that it is the path, the foundation, to rebuild my life.

In the midst of everything, being alone allows you not to look to others, to that other part of yourself, that you seek to give in to, and that you seek out in itself, precisely because you want to rest. I would like to find someone who can support me on this journey and who can also support my father or my family, as they have also been factors that have served to unify those around me against me, against the path I want to follow.

Being alone, as I say, implies both maintenance and effort, through constant introspection, and this system is not designed to ensure this, but to advance at its own pace, according to a bureaucracy. I fear that they won't be able to cope with each other and I'll end up falling along the way. This introspection is the only thing that has kept me grounded in my ideals.

Ever since my high school days, I've shared an incredibly close bond with my friend, Samantha. We've journeyed through life’s highs and lows together, ever since our freshmen year. Recently, Samantha entered an exciting phase in her life; she got engaged and her wedding is fast approaching in a few months. I was thrilled when she asked me to be part of her bridal party. Despite the distance, as I now live across the country, I've tried my utmost to be a supportive friend during her wedding preparations.

Earlier this year, I became a mother to a beautiful daughter who, unfortunately, faced some serious health challenges right from birth. She struggled with eating and consequently with weight gain. After numerous visits to various specialists, we were directed to a pediatric cardiologist. The diagnosis was heart-stopping; my baby girl had a significant hole in her heart, which posed a severe risk of heart failure at any moment. An urgent heart procedure was scheduled for her within two weeks.

I immediately reached out to Samantha with the devastating news, explaining my emotional turmoil in detail. However, her response seemed dismissally light-hearted, focusing only on the potential positive outcome that my daughter might start gaining weight after the procedure.

Following this, communication from Samantha dwindled to almost nothing. Instead of inquiring further about my daughter's precarious health, she requested photos from her bachelorette party. This left me feeling isolated and unsupported, especially during the subsequent nerve-wracking weeks leading up to my daughter’s surgery.

The feeling of abandonment intensified when I finally heard from her again after posting an update about my daughter’s successful procedure on Facebook. Her excuse that she had “forgotten” about my daughter's critical condition amid her wedding planning was a bitter pill to swallow. This negligence made me question the depth of our friendship.

Amidst these challenging emotions and the burgeoning medical expenses, I am contemplating withdrawing from her wedding. The thought of expending emotional and financial resources to attend an event across the country for a friend who seemed to have momentarily forgotten my plight is overwhelming.

Had this ordeal been part of a reality show, the audience might have been split. Some might criticize me for expecting too much from Samantha during her busy wedding planning phase, while others could empathize with my situation, criticizing her for not providing the support a lifelong friend should.

Honestly, I’m torn about attending the wedding. I’m trying to reconcile my feelings but am finding it extremely difficult. Would I be wrong to prioritize my family and emotional well-being over her wedding?

I've been in a happily married life with my spouse Dan for over five years now. We both have solid careers and, thanks to our combined efforts, we're quite secure financially. While it's true that Dan earns a bit more than I do, we've never seen our finances as anything but shared. We work as a team and distribute our responsibilities fairly.

However, there's a persistent issue that has been bothering me; it involves Dan's brother, Joel. Over the years, Joel has repeatedly made snide remarks, labeling me a "gold digger" under the guise of humor because I earn less than Dan. He mostly does this in social settings, and while I usually brush it off with a laugh to keep the peace, it's become increasingly irksome. Despite my consistent contributions to our household, Joel's jokes suggest I'm merely living off Dan's earnings.

The situation escalated when Joel, along with his wife, asked us to financially assist them with their share for a family vacation, citing their inability to afford it. After discussing it with Dan, we decided against providing the help. Given Joel's ongoing disrespect towards me, supporting their leisure didn't feel right.

Upon our refusal, Joel attempted to dismiss my feelings by claiming I was overreacting and that his comments were just harmless fun. But I'm fed up. Now, Joel is upset, and some relatives are echoing the sentiment that I'm blowing things out of proportion and that "family should help each other." Though Dan supports me, part of me still doubts my decision. Am I just being overly sensitive?

Now, imagine if this whole scenario played out on a reality TV show. Camera crews capturing every sneer and comment from Joel, the tense discussions with family, and the dramatic showdown of our refusal to fund their vacation trip. Viewers would likely be polarized. Some might sympathize with my irritation at being unfairly labeled, while others could perceive my reaction as too harsh, perhaps urging more family solidarity despite the personal digs.

Am I wrong for not helping because of ongoing disrespect?