Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

Everyone in my school hates me now, I started this new school and I ended up dating this girls ex and I ended up causing half the school to hate me, now I get bullied over and over again by people and all my friends keep going to other schools, not only that but my depression is coming back and I feel like I can't talk to anybody because nobody wants to listen.

My parents won't get me a therapist when I know I need one. I'm unable to get diagnosed with anything because I'm too young and it's always just "hormones" ugh I wish someone would just listen to me

I don't plan on being around much longer, I don't see the point of it, I'm so tired of everything, the bullying, the mood swings, I've had this idea in my head for ages now, one where I don't wanna be here anymore, I've tried before, multiple times and it's never worked, I just want it to work or for me to get better, I don't know what to do but I'm so tired of being here.

I hope I am filling correctly the info of my story, I am new on IIWIARS :)

I'll keep some specifics ambiguous for privacy reasons. I specialize in breeding reptiles and amphibians, and a major part of my business involves trading with zoos across the country.

A while back, a rare species came into my possession. A contact I had chatted with previously expressed interest in acquiring this creature for their personal collection. I wasn't ready to sell at first but told them they'd be the first to know if I changed my mind. Later, when I decided to sell, I reached out to them. However, due to an oversight, I missed their reply and wrongly assumed they had lost interest.

I waited, expecting to hear from them but received no further communication—or so I thought. Eventually, I made a deal with a well-known zoo, which required me to personally transport the animal. It was only after this that I discovered the missed message from my contact who had indeed wanted to purchase the animal.

Realizing my mistake, I apologized and offered them any other animal from my collection, even mentioning upcoming arrivals similar to the one they had missed out on. They seemed initially understanding, continuing our conversations about different species I was breeding. However, their frustration soon erupted, accusing me of betraying our agreement by giving away "their" animal. Despite my attempts to apologize, they demanded I never contact them again and subsequently blocked me on all my social media accounts.

I'm left questioning if my error makes me more than just careless. Was I wrong to prioritize the zoo over the individual, especially after my promise?

Imagine if this incident were part of a reality show, the dramatic moment of discovering the missed message could have been a pivotal, tension-filled scene. The cameras would capture the real-time shock and regret on my face, followed by the heated confrontation with my once-future buyer. Viewers might be intrigued by the behind-the-scenes dynamics of animal trading, but also the intense emotional fallout from a simple miscommunication.

I see my very best friend as my soulmate but a couple days ago she started to talk to this guy online. I feel like I'm being put second to him, in no way am i jealous of their relationship I'm happy she has someone she likes romantically. its only been a 2 days that i feel she's stopped talking or answering my messages. she's my only real friend and I'm scared we are gonna drift apart. We have been friends since we were 9th grade and we are both 20 now, I'm just scared. Am i overreacting and i do plan on saying something if it continues. I'm very scared.

living next door to my flashy neighbor has been an exercise in patience, to say the least. it’s as if i’m living in a bizarre reality show where one guy is constantly trying to outdo everyone else on the block with his ostentatious lifestyle. and it's not just the blaring music or his tendency to have cars in every color... no, it’s also the way he somehow always finds something wrong with my rather unassuming house or my perfectly functional car. it baffles me how someone can spend so much energy belittling, when there’s absolutely no real competition in the first place.

but how do you not care about someone who insists on getting under your skin, especially when you’re a decent enough person who’s just trying to live quietly? maybe i’m too sensitive?? i’ve often thought about taking the high road, you know, like in those high-minded quotes about letting things go or 'rising above.' however, it’s kinda hard to 'rise above' when someone’s literally trying to drag you down every chance they get. pressing 'mute' on life's galling individuals seems like an attractive solution, but it’s easier said than done.

i mean really, how do people manage to ignore jerks like this in the long run??? it's a constant debate in my head, going back and forth between wanting to give him a piece of my mind or just practicing the whole ‘live and let live’ thing. as much as i’d like to think i’m just gonna shake my head and chuckle at his antics, the reality is that hearing someone snicker about your home being “quaint” can start to wear you thin. especially when his idea of friendly banter is a one-way ticket to irritation-ville.

over time, though, i’ve considered that maybe the guy’s really just miserable or he’s compensating for something. sounds textbook, right?? cliché even! but when you think about it, really think: wouldn’t it explain a ton??? so, maybe one way not to care is to see him for what he really is: a harmless windbag peddling his own brand of insecurity. putting him in a different context might just make his taunts seem as ridiculous as they actually are.

finally, let’s get practical, shall we? there’s always the option of focusing on your own happiness and accomplishments, immersing yourself in things that lift you up rather than drag you down. after all, they say success is the best revenge; and, of course, it’s less about outdoing someone else and more about not wasting your precious time on unnecessary nonsense. in the grand scheme of things, this gloating neighbor’s opinion shouldn’t hold any weight, and maybe, just maybe, that’s the path toward truly not giving a damn. do you think it’s possible to train oneself to dismiss such trivialities completely???

Dealing with my parents relationship slowly falling apart. About 5 years ago my dad had stopped working and became a stay at home dad, except he never hung out with me or even was a dad, he was just a stranger in the house always on the couch looking at screen. I have to beg him just to make dinner, he soon turned depressive. My mom works multiple jobs, nannies multiple families, shoe store, gym, community center, and for rich families to look after their kids. My mom has been recently telling my dad to get a job, he brushes it off. So now my mom has began to be frustrated.

Present time about 3 weeks ago, I was in the car with my mom, driving me to hangout with my friend of 7 years. She suddenly speaks, "Hey, lilly-bug (nickname)... I want to divorce your dad. It's just that he hasn't been a good dad and hasn't been working, after 5 years laying around.." okay. Sure mom. I support you. I agree. I'm okay. Seriously I'm okay. Right? Anyway. I respond with a nod and tears spilling. She then speaking again, "I didn't think you liked him anyway, he never did anything for you..." you're right. He is a lousy piece of shit. But that's why I love him. I WANT TO KNOW HIM AND FEEL HIS LOVE GOD DAMNIT. but I'll never get that. Hell not even a damn hug. But I'll have to accept that. Not every family is perfect is it? There's always one person ruining it. Okay. I nod and start crying harder, causing her to say, "Come on, Lilly Jayne... Don't make me feel guilty.." GUILTY!? DON'T MAKE YOU FEEL GUILTY? Mom you just crushed my world. You told me my life is going to change. And don't call me that or hold my hand. You'll only make me cry harder. So I force myself to stop crying but her words keep making it harder. I don't know why I'm so sensitive, she tells me that the world is mean and you have to be strong.

time skip. To Saturday. We were coming home from my grandma's house as I stayed the week, I love my grandparents,my grandpa is my father figure, i don't know what I would do if he died. Probably start cutting I don't know. Anyway. As we were driving we stop to get a drink, after we got a drink she says, "I've started to sleep downstairs in chrissys old room." uh. Yes it's confirmed, they are divorcing. I feel insane. So I just nod while gripping my pants as I tried to not cry. I don't know why I'm so sensitive. We just sat in uncomfortable silence.

And now this is present time. I can't look my parents in the eyes. Or even hangout with them. I cry every fucking night, hoping that my parents could just love each other and be mutual. Also I have to cook for myself and I'm in my early teens.

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I have a fetish where I am attracted to (extremely) large individuals. I don't know how I got it, or why I have it; it's just stuck with me, and I hate it. It doesn't let me be attracted to a normal, healthy person and I hate myself for allowing it. Here's the main issue. For most people, they can draw art of this, rp, talk about it, etc, bc they're adults.

I'm not. I'm only 14. Almost every server I've tried to get on to is labeled 18+ in some way. l've tried to be sneaky and apply to a few while lying about my age, but they always find out. In the few servers where I am allowed, it is still mostly adults; making me feel very uncomfortable talking to them at all. I feel alone, because there's no one to help me, or at least live with it alongside me, my age. I’m tired of having something I cannot control define who I am.

So, I think some of read my vent in https://iiwiars.com/school/i-m-a-failure-long-version

And I showed it to my mom. She said it was nonsense of me to keep dragging this now because it already finished 2 days ago. She told me that the family still loves me, and no other family can ever love me the same way. What if she's lying? She said in life you shouldn't feel miserable and still allow yourself to change. I told her I can't change, and that I wish I could be faster because I'm slow compared to many others, but Moomy told me that it doesn't matter and I will still change and be good. What if she's lying? She also said that she can be my friend because she's my mom and so far she's been understanding. What if she's lying? She says that we all have a good time until I remember that we had a horrible argument/misunderstanding the night before, which she said she didn't forget, but she didn't wanna let it define her. What if she's lying? I'm hurt by the argument that day, and I feel like I was turned into a clown-like caricature, a "child creating her own problems to seek attention from others".

Surely I'm Belle Gibson, the Instagram lady who almost convinced the world she had cancer and they believed her genuinely (you should read the website above to know what I mean). My mom said that I shouldn't vent anymore and I should delete the thing, the big paragraphs I showed her, because it's not true. I told her that's not the point of a vent, and she said vents are apparently some stuff "people shove their ass in". Fuck her so much. I told her whenever I get angry, I wanna murder people, like, literally, and she called me a psycho. I told her I should've never said that and kept it in, but for some reason, bloody whore tells me to tell her EVERYTHING because she won't leave me behind! Bitch, you're lying, I know you are! Shut the fuck up, Moomy! Should I even call her that? It sounds wrong. Imagine having your mother as a friend, it'd be humiliating if any of my classmates saw me walk with my mom and brother in malls and not my friends, because I lack them. She told me I was good enough for now and I can improve, but not by "being miserable" because "I'm digging a deep hole I can't get out of".

I know she's been in many hardships, her parents divorced, financial issues, she couldn't have her dream job of being a doctor (she's an engineer now), yet she's never vented, because she's always been positive? That's some anime BS where the main guy says that! BS! I'm not digging a hole, am I? I'm telling the truth. Cynicism and hopelessness works because I'm not chasing fake happiness, I'm seeking the real truth. Again, it's embarrassing I'm having a "friendship" with my Moomy and not another person from class! Who even does that now? I don't even know anyone online! She's lying!

i am not gonna lie, my husband says i am negative about everything, like every tiny thing got a cloud over it when i talk. he says i can turn a normal breakfast into a sad little meeting, and honestly he mays be right here. this morning the toast burned and i said “of course, even bread got attitude now” and he just looked at me tired. i laughed but also i kinda hated that he noticed. i don’t wake up planning to be like this 😐

it’s just like, i go outside and someone is yelling on the phone, then the bus is late, then i see someone crying near a shop, then i come home and the news is all bad stuff and people doing weird cruel things. how could anyone be positive after that? maybe some people got a magic brain that sees flowers and cute clouds, but mine sees bills, bad weather, and the sink full of dishes. i know that sound dramatic but it is what my head do;

my husband is not some evil guy either, to be fair. he makes jokes, he tries to cheer me up, he says “babe, not everything is the end of the world,” and i get it. but sometimes it feels like he is asking me to pretend the world is not messy. maybe he is not saying ignore stuff, maybe he is saying stop dragging it into every minute. i don’t know. i guess both can be true, like the world can suck and also i can be annoying about saying it every five seconds 😭

yesterday we went for a walk and i started complaining about the trash on the sidewalk, the loud cars, some guy staring, the price of snacks, just everything. then a kid ran past with a dog and the dog was doing that dumb happy jump thing. i almost smiled but then i said “watch it step in glass” because yeah, my mouth just does that. my husband said nothing, just held my hand, and that made me feel worse somehow. do you ever catch yourself being the bad weather in the room?

i think maybe stopping being negative is not like becoming fake happy. i don’t wanna be one of those people who says “good vibes only” while everything is clearly burning in small normal ways. maybe i just need to pause before talking, ask myself if this thought needs to be said out loud, or if i can keep it in my dumb little brain jar. maybe say one okay thing for every bad thing, not as punishment, just balance. i tried today and said the coffee was decent. small win i guess 🙂

Hey guys, I was broken up with by an someone a few weeks ago. I will give a run down of the relationship and the breakdown of the relationship. I need help navigating the break up and the no contact period.

I have been in no contact with him for 6 weeks now, I blocked him everywhere. I just need clarity on the situation. I have known this person for so long but we reconnected last year. It started as friendship which progressed into a loving relationship with no abuse or infidelity.

In the first month of the relationship he ghosted me for a few days. He shutdown because he was going through a lot of personal stuff. He didn't tell me all this but just stopped talking to me. I had to call and send multiple messages. Then I told him if he doesn't respond, I will assume he ghosted me and I'll move on. After that he sent a lot of texts saying how much he loves me and the last thing he wants is to break up. He was just going through something and I should just give him space and he would come back. I did just that and gave him space till he came back.

This became a habit, he would randomly ghost when going through something and he'd expect me to just know and give him space. I thought I was a securely attached person but his ghosting and coming back randomly triggered my anxiety. I used to send messages on multiple platforms or try to call just to know why he ghosted and stuff like that. Other than this shutting down, he was a good partner to me.

He was also scared that I'd leave him and would panic all the time, ask for reassurance that I won't leave.

He left the country later on, we started long distance. And before he left, I asked him not to shut down when things get hard. He agreed and I trusted him on this.

2 weeks after he left, he just shut down, stopped talking to me. I didn't know about attachment styles then. So him being 1000 miles away from me, triggered my anxious side, I was sending messages on various platforms, calling etc.. I had to reach out to his family member and that's when he sent an email saying he is going through a lot, is depressed and he needs a break. All I wanted from him was that, he should at least talk to me beforehand, then I'll give him space. I left him alone but I used to check in with him once or twice in a week during that period.

By this time my anxiety was already triggered and was no longer secure in the relationship. Small things or small change in his behavior would trigger me. He came back 3 weeks later but was cold and distant for no reason. This triggered me more. At this stage he stopped answering my calls at all but was texting me daily though at a reduced frequency. He stopped saying I love you to me unless I said it first and this continued till the relationship ended.

When I brought this up, he used to say I should just give him time, and that things between us will go back to normal soon.

My birthday came around, I'm not sure what happened that morning, but maybe my anxious side was activated. I was just craving for more attention from him I guess. We texted a little bit that morning. I tried calling him that morning. I called several times and he hang up on me. I spiraled and started leaving messages telling him, I do not appreciate how he is treating and that I don't think he loves me anymore. We stopped talking for a like 3 weeks, but somewhere in those 3 weeks, he said he still wants to be with me and he doesn't want to be away from me but he just needs to sort out his personal life, so I should give him time.

When he came back, it was still the same. Poor communication, slow replies but was still asking me to be patient with him. This had been dragging on for 5 months. It was affecting me because my needs weren't being met and all I was being told was to be patient. Our anniversary came, he sent me a happy anniversary message. But went on to ghost for 2 days. I told him I do not appreciate being treated that way and he broke up with me via text. You can read the text on my profile.

After that I reached out to him and he just confused me more. He said he doesn't want to be with anyone else but me, that he is still in love with me but he will miss me. He said that he was just not in the right mindset to be in a relationship. He said the main reason he broke up with me is that he doesn't know if he will ever be happy due to his struggles. I asked if he was okay with trying again when in a better place, he said "Idk, we'll see". I took that as a no. He said we should go no contact so that we can work on ourselves but was open to me reaching out 6 months down the line. This confused me a lot and left me with more questions than answers.

Is it okay for me to reach out to him on his birthday or after the 6 months have elapsed. And if thinks go well for him, do you think there is a he might come back when he is less overwhelmed. I don't want anything with him, just to check up on him since we were friends for 16 yrs before dating.

bright colours move across my face

a butterfly takes gentle place

wings of pinks, purples and gold

a tiny story gently told

painted wings that flutter light

catching rays of golden bright

every smile becomes a part

of this unique work of art

bubbles rise like floating beads

catching light in glimmering steeds

they drift and dance around my face

mirroring colours with beautiful Grace

each bubble holds a memory so small

reflecting shadows that softly fall

painted wings and spheres gleam

like sunlight shown inside a dream

bubbles drift through velvet air

softly spiralling everywhere

they sparkle in the dim-lit room

like rising sparks that chase the gloom

now years have passed

the day is still

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but in my mind I feel the thrill

the colourful wings, the bubbles gleam

a solstices light, a passing dream

Sorry for bad grammar in advance english isn’t my native language! And sorry for this beinf so long im bery goot at yapping not good at story telling.

So I have this friend group of four people, lets say my friends are A, B and C. So A is my bestfriend i’ve known my whole life and B and C i met trough her in 2023. My friend A has this job of handing mail out once a week, shes also been sick with the flu for the past few days. So today she asked in our gc if someone wanted to come with her on her route cause its very bad weather today raining and so on. And i answered first and asked at what time was she planning on going, and she said around 3pm and i thought for a second and decided maybe not going cause im gonna be on a walk with our dog right around then and i have work from 9pm-2am so i wanted to take a nap before work. And then my other friend B said she doesnt want to go walking in the rain and my friend C said she has to study. No big deal, and then at some point my friend private messaged me and asked what time i was going on the walk with my dog and she could go out whenever if i maybe wanted to come after all. I didnt see it until a bit later a bit before 3pm when i left with my dog and i texted her like hey what time are you going now i could maybe come after all (one thing is i am quite an indecisive person) also tried calling her but she didnt answer then, she called back around 3.30pm and was like well i already left and i was like okay yeah sorry i was so indecisive and answered late. Then my friend C put a message that “i was now a good friend and sacrificed going there, even tho i have three tests to study for, an essay due tomorrow and came straight after a test even tho its raining” and me and my friend put messages like hey sorry i feel kinda bad for not coming and like that just simple. And they both got mad? A said “well you should feel bad cause i wouldve come if i were you but i guess not everyone thinks the same way, and C came even tho she had school work and i now caught a fever”, “so just be quiet im tired of those “im sorry❤️’ messages” and C said “and dont use not wanting to walk in the rain as an excuse just say you cant, no need tk be so formal about it” C also quoted B when she said she doesnt want to walk in the rain and said “like omg just stfu that just pisses everyone more off, sounding so sarcastic” like im just confused on where this came from? And B then sent another message being like sorry basically, and A answered that shes not mad we didnt come cause its her job after all, but shes dissapointed cause her company wasnt good enough apparently. Im just confused like is it that serious we didnt go on the walk this one time like we do a bunch of other stuff together maybe not as often nowadays but thats cause of work for me and then school for them mostly and then a combination of other personal stuff in life for all.

I am sick and tired of being the friend who is always left out, forgotten about or pushed to the side. my friends have a tendency to get together and not even send me a text to ask if I can join them. It seems like I am only ever included in plans if I am the one making the plans. and lately I have been offering ideas, and I keep getting shut down by everyone. it seems like they always have excuses, and it makes me wonder how much they even like me. after i have been making repeated suggestions about hanging out or doing something together, a bunch of my friends got together to go to a haunted house, and I didn't get a text from a single one of them. I found out today that they had all gotten together. it hurts a lot to be left out like this, when I try so hard. I really love and care about my friends, but when they do stuff like this all the time it makes me wonder if they even like me, or if they are just always annoyed with me. or if they keep me around to be a punching bag. two of my friends have a tendency to joke about me and make fun of me a lot. now, don't get me wrong, I am completely fine with joking around. I think it can be great in friendships, and bring people closer. however, it starts to hurt when I never hear anything nice from them. some days it seems like any time I do anything they have to pick on me for it. I always just laugh it off, but it makes me start to shut down so they will stop. the other thing is that sometimes the jokes they make are a little too real, or too far. and it seems like they are really taking digs at me disguised as jokes. this has a tendency to really hurt me and get under my skin. but I always just play it off and pretend to be fine because I have no idea how to bring it up to them without being scared that they will say that it's all just jokes and that I am taking it too personally. I like in a tiny tiny town in the middle of nowhere, so finding other people to be friends with just isn't an option. and sometimes my friends are awesome and they make me feel like part of the group, and like they really care about me. other times it feels like they are just annoyed and ticked off at me. so I have just come to the conclusion that I need to start being my own best friend. that way whenever they do stuff without me I don't have to feel left out because I can just do it by myself. and if I want to go do something, I can just go by myself. I live in an extremely tiny town, which makes it quite difficult to find anything to do. but I will figure something out some way. i was just wondering if anyone has any experience with learning to do things by yourself, and any ideas of things for me to do for fun. or if anyone has any tips on dealing with feeling left out. thank you for reading, and I hope you have an amazing day

Four months back, I found myself jobless after an unexpected layoff from a tech company. Having always taken pride in my work, this was a major blow to my self-esteem, and I've been grappling with a sort of identity crisis, discussing these issues with my therapist. However, I've always disliked idleness and yearned for the structure my routine job provided, which pushed me to start applying for new roles diligently. After several interviews that didn't result in job offers, I finally had a promising opportunity with a company I admired.

About a week ago, I received an invitation to participate in a time-sensitive written test as part of the job application process. Knowing my tendency to get nervous under pressure, I prepared intensively. I also emphasized to my husband, Henry, the importance of complete solitude during the hour-long test—I needed that duration uninterrupted. He seemed to have understood the crucial nature of my request.

On the day of the test, I secluded myself in our home office, the door firmly shut, hoping to ward off any disruptions. As the test progressed and the final fifteen minutes loomed, my anxiety peaked. Despite the intense preparation, I was under immense pressure to perform well. That's when Henry burst into the room muttering, "sorry ignore me ignore me." Panic set in as I tried to focus on my work, and I immediately asked him to leave. Instead, he began rummaging through the desk drawers, further invading my already frazzled concentration. Overwhelmed, I finally snapped, raising my voice to demand he leave immediately, which he did with a dramatic door slam.

After completing the test, I sought him out to apologize, explaining the stress I was under and reminding him of our agreement. However, Henry felt I had overreacted and couldn't grasp why I was making "such a big deal" out of his brief interruption. Now, over a day has passed, and he hasn’t let it go, still simmering with resentment.

In a scenario like this, had it been captured on a reality TV show, the scene might have been dramatically amplified. The cameras would have focused on the tension in the room, possibly even replaying the moment of my outburst multiple times. Viewers might have seen confessionals where each of us explained our side, adding to the drama. Reality shows thrive on these moments of intense emotion and misunderstanding, often blowing them up to entertain the audience. One might wonder if the audience would sympathize with my need for professional calm or lambaste me for my reaction under stress...

I am a 48 year old male, married to a 64 year old female. We haven't made love in 5 years due to her vaginal inching on the outer side of her vaginal lips. She's been to several doctors and nurse practitioners over all this time, and they just keep telling her to use creams on it like Replenish or KY Jelly. She won't even have a shower with me anymore.......keeps saying we will, we will, but it never happens. I can't even put my arm around her at night because she complains i'm too heavy. I'm just a small figured guy with some muscle, not a lot, like a Wil Wheaton type build. Am I crazy for thinking she just doesn't want to touch me anymore? There's other things too...........................

Growing up, our family strongly believed in the spiritual and clairvoyant gifts of my mother. Despite everyone’s unwavering faith in her abilities—including my father and my two sisters—I’ve always found myself on the outskirts of this belief system, questioning its validity at every turn.

Whenever I’ve tried sharing my doubts with my parents, I’d argue, "Mom, I tried to believe, but it just doesn’t click for me. You can’t even explain how your visions work; how am I supposed to take that as truth?" My father, on the other hand, staunchly defends her, often citing examples where her predictions about his future have materialized precisely as she foretold. Furthermore, she has a clientele who not only return for her services but also provide compensation, which makes it clear to him that her abilities are genuine.

My inner turmoil intensified recently when my mother foresaw me being involved in a car accident, a prediction that materialized about a week later. Thankfully, it was a minor incident, with me being the obvious culprit due to a lapse in concentration. The situation has now turned into ammunition for my mother, reinforcing her claim to foresee future events, which only fuels my frustration. To me, this could have just been a coincidence, yet she presents it as indisputable proof of her powers.

Recently, we had a heated discussion where she took it upon herself to instruct me on my driving habits, all based on her visions. She imposed rules that I should not drive and must call her every time I’m about to ride in a vehicle, which feels overly controlling. Keep in mind I’m 24 years old, and this overreach makes me feel like I’m losing autonomy over my own life. Her prophetic insights now not only disrupt my independence but also strain my relationship with her as they overshadow our interactions.

I earnestly desire nothing more than a simple, loving relationship with my mother—one that isn’t overshadowed by the constant cloud of her prophetic claims.

Imagine if this situation unfolded on a reality show—cameras rolling as family dynamics clash over clairvoyant claims. Viewers would likely be split; some might applaud my mother’s concern for my safety, interpreting her actions as protective and loving. Others might sympathize with my plight, viewing her preventive measures as excessive and suffocating, stifling my independence under the guise of care. The drama would certainly draw attention and provoke discussions about the balance between parental guidance and personal freedom.

What does everyone else think? Would you feel constricted if your life was influenced by someone else's visions?