Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

I currently live in Afghanistan and am known as a poet and literary activist. Because of my literary activities, especially my writings and poems, I have consistently faced restrictions, pressure, and threats from the current ruling authorities of the country, namely the Taliban. Under the present conditions, freedom of expression in Afghanistan has effectively ceased to exist, and individuals involved in art, literature, and independent thought are at serious risk of arrest, persecution, and punishment.

As a result of these activities, I have been threatened multiple times, both directly and indirectly, and there is a serious fear that if I remain in Afghanistan, I will be arrested by the Taliban in the near future. These threats are real and severe, and they have completely destroyed my sense of personal safety and psychological security.

Unfortunately, I am also in an extremely difficult financial situation and do not have the means to leave Afghanistan on my own or through legal channels. I have no financial support or resources to facilitate my departure, and I have no safe path to protect myself independently.

I respectfully request your assistance, taking into consideration the dangerous conditions I am living under, the continuous threats against me, and the lack of security and freedom in Afghanistan. I urgently need help to leave the country safely and to seek asylum in a European country. Remaining in Afghanistan may lead to irreversible consequences for my life.

My friend has been complaining about their life for the past couple of years and at times it feels like everything is unfair to them over and over again. I have been supportive and listen to them while they complain about what they are going through, but when I want to complain about my issue or try to change the topic they don’t get interested or upset when I do that. I’ve helped them at times but I don’t think they listen to my advice at all. I just want them to stop complaining for a while so we can enjoy talking to each other again without one of us getting upset about it. That’s all I want.

I've struggled with weight issues and eating ever since I was 9, I'm 15 now and I'm now kinda of aware I ain't fat but I feel it. It was never that bad but now the last 4 months it's gotten so bad, i eat a bit and feel like I've js ate a whole buffet and I get so bloated I geniunely feel like I could explode, the smells of my fav foods makes me feel sick, the sight, smell, even hearing ppl talking abt food makes me feel sick, idk if I have an ed but im struggling sm rn, I barely eat cuz I just can't, I had some watermelon like 6 hours ago I still feel bloated and sick as fuck, this first started when I wanted to lose weight but now I've lost some and I feel okay in my body but I js can't bring myself to eat. and then my mum she never understands istg she said "u cant js starve urself for 10+ hours (she said this bc from the time I wake up to coming back from school (5pm) I don't eat anything) and then go n drink energy drinks n chocolate" I bought chocolate today. it's been weeks. she's js making me feel worse saying I need to eat protein n not stuff my face in chocolate like what. she used to be so understanding n now she says this? ig what I'm tryna say is what can I do to feel normal again and be able to eat? even water makes me sick. idk what to do anymore.

my name is miriam and im almost 12. my parents are divorced and they can't agree on anything. im Jewish and my mom wants me to have a bat mitzvah at 13 and my dad wants me to have a bat mitzvah at 12. and none of them are willing to be flexible so now i'll have to study twice as hard. like this is supposed to be my breaking point, the end of my childhood, but what's the point if you have to do it all over again? and lately I've been struggling with suicidal thoughts because of family problems (ill go into that another time) so i don't really know what to do atp

Hello, i am 35 weeks pregnant and currently living at in laws house as my husband wanted me to deliver the baby in his hometown and as i dont have my mom so his parents can support us as they cannot come over to our house. I am living without husband as he is back home for work and comes on weekends. I asked to stay with my sister but my in laws are so controlling they want the child to be born at their known hospital and want things their way. So lately things have been so challenging with mil as she is so nosy and overcaring that she sometime s make me cry as i have no oersonal space and she keeps checking on me whole night and always on my head like helicopter. She even taunts me all the time on how to our tym is different we used to work and had no facilities and todays kids dont have any challenges. She decides all baby preparations and whrn i suggest something she is like no ill will not allow that for child and she keeps on insisting and preparing clothes of my brother in laws daughter who is of 4 year to reuse only then despite of gender and condition of those clothes and pushing me to not buy things for newborn due to evil eye before birth. This woman is driving me crazy for overcaring and pushing me to eat after every hour and drink milk. I am diagnosed with cholestasis a liver condition where doctor asked me to not eat fatty food but she keep on giving me fried food to eat and pushing me saying doctors are crazy these days

In our home, we have a total of three bathrooms. The primary one is situated just outside our living area, another is linked to our master bedroom, and a small one is located in the utility hallway. Consistently, my husband chooses to use the main bathroom for his post-dinner bathroom time, typically when the house is bustling with activity. This bathroom is not just close to the living area, but it’s also equipped with the only bathtub in our home which we need to use for the kids’ baths right after dinner.

The issue here is not just that I can sometimes hear the sounds of him using the bathroom, but also the lingering odor that fills the space where the children are to be bathed right afterward. Considering we have two additional bathrooms he could use, this has become a point of contention.

Before moving into this house, the smaller bathroom in the utility hallway had been designated as the "poop bathroom" at his previous residence, complete with a special stool just for that purpose. Despite this arrangement carrying over, he now opts for the children's footstool in the main bathroom instead. Despite my numerous pleas for him to change his bathroom of choice, he brushes off my concerns, believing I am making a big deal out of nothing. He insists on the freedom to choose any bathroom, regardless of the timing or the practicality of such an action.

I find it quite inconsiderate to occupy the main bathroom right when it’s nearly time for the kids’ baths and bedtime routine. Who really wants to brush their teeth and bathe in a bathroom that’s just been used for such purposes?

Considering how he shrugs off my requests, am I wrong for continually bringing up this issue and pressing him to use one of the other bathrooms?

Imagining this scenario being discussed on a reality TV show, envision the drama and audience reaction! Viewers would likely be split, with some empathizing with my desire for cleanliness and order, while others might chuckle at what they would see as a trivial marital spat blown out of proportion. Hosts and fellow contestants might weigh in, drawing from their own experiences, making it a memorable and relatable discussion point for an episode.

Should I keep asking my husband to change bathrooms?

I have this friend, Carly, who’s 23 and we've been tight ever since our freshman days back in high school. She’s been chasing her musical dreams in LA lately. Carly always had a knack for writing; she even got her degree from a reputable private liberal arts college in California, majoring in Creative Writing. Most of us who know her well were betting she’d go into songwriting. However, Carly decided to take on singing instead. She's already dropped three singles and has an album in the pipeline, but honestly, they're just not good. Her vocal timbre really doesn’t cut it—it’s rather flat and nasal, plus she has this odd way of modulating her pitch. Watching her perform live is even more of a struggle. The crowd of friends she's made in LA keep cheering her on, telling her she’s phenomenal. I’m just worried about how far their praises will carry her before someone in the business pulls the plug and tells her straight up, “you can’t sing.”

What worries me more is thinking what if she ever ended up on one of those reality singing shows? Like, imagine her getting up there with that same supportive crowd, only to face the harsh critiques from seasoned judges in front of a national audience. Could you just imagine the humiliation? It’s hard enough seeing her wade through local gigs, but that level of exposure and raw feedback could really break her.

How does one deal with this? Is it kinder to let her keep dreaming while everyone around nods and smiles, or would a true friend intervene before the reality becomes too painful? Waiting it out seems like watching a ticking time bomb. Is sitting back really the answer?

I recently had an uncomfortable experience at a local bank in California, where I currently live, although I'm originally from a Latin American country. I use my foreign passport as ID since I don't have a local driver's license yet. Today, needing a cashier’s check for $3,200 for an apartment, I forgot my passport at home and tried to use my foreign ID card, which the bank teller rejected.

After retrieving my passport, I returned to the bank and dealt with a different teller, a man this time, who oddly started flipping through my passport pages after I handed it to him opened to the photo page while I was entering my PIN. He then began questioning me about having an ID and my time in the US, which felt like an interrogation and made me quite uncomfortable.

Reflecting on his behavior and the whole ordeal just frustrates me further. If this scenario unfolded on a reality show, imagine the drama and the attention it would receive! Viewers would probably be on edge, commenting on how such behavior is unacceptable, possibly rallying for my cause or sympathizing with the headache of unnecessary scrutiny.

It's bizarre and upsetting to think that someone in customer service could make you feel like you're at an immigration interview out of nowhere. My cousins think he might have been checking for a visa or something in my passport. It's just very off-putting and uncalled for. Do you think I'd be too sensitive if I made a formal complaint? Despite working in customer service myself and rarely complaining, this situation felt over the line for me.

If this happened on a reality show, I wonder how the viewer's reactions might sway. Would they see it as undue harassment or just a normal procedure? It certainly would have made for an intense, controversial moment.

My parents are really too in my business, yet not enough.

They are such hypocrites, saying this and doing another, thinking it doesn't apply to them because they're adults.

One time, I didn't want to wear the dress my mother chose for me for a party and she slapped me, grabbed my hair, pulled me and told me to pack my things and get out (I was 14).

Today, my father asked me to put my creme on (bcs of my eczema), I put the recommended amount (and the amount said in the instructions) on and told me to put some more even though it could give me rashes and itchiness all week. He started yelling at me for being too "stupid", even though the instructions were in French, the doctor who gave me the instructions spoke French and guess what? The frigging pharmacy who gave me recommendations spoke French. HE DOESNT SPEAK FRENCH. My mother sided with him, like the "good wife" she is. They expect "respect" yet they aren't decent human beings.

I have good grades at school, not to please, but to have a good future and run away from home the minute I get a steady income. (I'm 15 btw).

I don’t even know where to start. Lately, I’ve been feeling so off, like no matter what I do, I just can’t seem to shake this heaviness. Everything feels wrong, and I keep asking myself, why am I so unhappy? On paper, my life isn’t bad. I have a decent job, friends, a place to live. But none of it feels like enough, and it’s driving me crazy.

Every morning, I wake up and feel like I’m already losing the day before it even begins. I hit snooze on my alarm way too many times, not because I’m tired (though I usually am) but because I don’t want to get up. The thought of going to work, dealing with people, and pretending everything’s fine is just... exhausting. By the time I actually drag myself out of bed, I’m already late, which makes me even more frustrated with myself.

At work, it’s the samee routine every day. Emails, meetings, more emails. Everyone around me seems fine—like they’re just going through the motions without a problem. But for me, every task feels like climbing a mountain. I can’t focus, and when I finally get something done, it’s like, “Who cares?” It’s not like anyone notices anyway.

Even my social life feels hollow. I have friends, and we hang out sometimes, but it’s like I’m not really there. We’ll go to dinner, and while they’re all laughing and catching up, I’m just sitting there, forcing a smile and nodding along. Half the time, I don’t even hear what they’re saying because my mind is somewhere else—usually spiraling into some weird loop of self-doubt and overthinking. Then I go home and wonder why I feel so lonely when I was literally just surrounded by people.

My family tries to check in sometimes, but it’s hard to talk to them about this stuff. They always ask, “What’s wrong?” but I don’t have an answer. It’s not like there’s one big thing I can point to and say, “This is why I’m unhappy.” It’s just this constant, nagging feeling that something’s missing. When I try to explain that, they either look at me like I’m being dramatic or tell me I just need to “think positive” and “be grateful.” I get it—they’re trying to help—but it makes me feel even worse, like I’m ungrateful for the life I have.

The worst part is, I don’t even know who I am anymore. I used to have hobbies, things I was passionate about. I loved drawing, hiking, and binge-watching trashy reality TV (ironically, right?). But now? Even the thought of doing those things feels exhausting. I don’t have the energy, and when I try to force myself, it just feels empty. It’s like I’ve lost the spark I used to have, and I don’t know how to get it back.

Sometimes, I wonder if I’m just broken. Like, maybe this is just who I am—someone who’s always going to feel unhappy no matter what. I’ve tried journaling, meditating, even exercising (though I gave up on that pretty quickly). Nothing seems to work. I’ve thought about going to therapy, but the idea of opening up to a stranger about all this feels overwhelming. What if they can’t help me either? Then what?

I wish I knew what was wrong with me. Is it my job? My relationships? Am I just not cut out for this whole “adulting” thing? I see people my age on social media traveling, getting engaged, starting businesses, and I can’t help but compare myself to them. It feels like everyone else has it figured out, and I’m just... stuck.

hat people would think if my life was a reality show?? Would they see me as the sad, boring character who’s always complaining for no reason? Or would they feel sorry for me, like, “Wow, she really needs to get her life together”? Honestly, I don’t even know which one is worse. Part of me thinks they’d just change the channel because, let’s face it, who wants to watch someone mope around all day?

If anyone out there feels like this too, I’d love to know how you deal with it. how do you stop feeling like you’re just going through the motions? How do you figure out what’s making you so unhappy when everything looks fine on the surface? Because right now, I feel like I’m stuck in this endless cycle, and I don’t know how to break out of it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

hey, i’m not sure where to start this. me and my ex were together for a year and we broke up a year ago because he was really avoidant and manipulative. i got with a new guy pretty quickly after because he treated me so well i felt like he was saving me from the past relationship because it was so terrible. anyways fast forward to now, im still with my current bf and im happy with him but every now and then i do think about my ex but i dont have feelings for him. I just found out he has a new girlfriend and idk how to feel. it’s been a year since we broke up yet i feel a tiny bit jealous. feeling jealous about it makes me feel so guilty since i have a bf. i’m just not sure if it’s normal to be a little jealous even though you’re in a happy relationship. maybe i never got closure in that relationship? i’m not sure. i did end things suddenly and completely stopped talking to him because i was just fed up with the way he treated me. when we broke up i wished him the best and left. an hour later he sent me a long paragraph about how everything was my fault and how he thought i was cheating on him?? i didn’t respond to that because it was just so disrespectful compared to what i said to him. anyways i literally just found out about his new gf and i hope i get over this little jealousy, but if i dont does that mean i still have feelings for him? or need closure? if i needed closure and had to contact him to talk about it i would feel very guilty again bc of my bf. anyways i would appreciate any advice thank u!

I recently returned from church feeling a tad perplexed. I have quite small eyes, which I'm somewhat self-conscious about and are normally hidden behind my glasses. During a moment in the service where the pastor was praying over the congregation, I opted to remove my spectacles to prevent them from slipping off. I suppose he noticed my small eyes because, after the service, he approached me, commenting on their size and requesting to see them without my glasses. I brushed off his request with a laugh and a playful 'no', mainly because of my insecurities.

I didn't think much of the interaction at the time, but upon returning home, my mother criticized my reaction. She suggested that I should have just complied with his request, and labelled my response as rude. She even insinuated that my behavior was like that of a teenage girl harboring a crush on the pastor, who is a 40-year-old married man with three children and a wife. I was just trying to shield myself from further discomfort due to my insecurities, and I definitely didn't intend any disrespect.

This whole situation has left me in a quandary. I had no intention of sounding rude; I was merely acting out of insecurity. Now, I’m unsure how to rectify the situation or if I should even address it further with my pastor or mother.

If this scenario played out on a reality show, the reaction would likely be amplified and interpreted in numerous ways by the audience. Reality TV thrives on misunderstandings and personal interactions, turning minor incidents into major plot points. Viewers might side with me, understanding the action as a defense mechanism against insecurity. Others might view it as disrespectful or unnecessarily cold, aligning more with my mother’s perspective. It would be interesting to see how reality show editors would portray the interaction, potentially spotlighting it as a pivotal moment in the episode, complete with suspenseful music and dramatic cutaways to the reactions of other congregants or confessionals that delve into personal feelings and motives behind the actions.

Loving someone who's frayromantic is not for the weak. I have this friend who's experiencing it right now, she's bisexual and the one she's courting is a lesbian. Everything's going well until one day, let's call my friend as "hannah" and the one she's courting as "kira". Kira confess to her that she fell out of love, it's not Hannah's fault it's just that she's frayromantic and when she gets close to someone she lost that spark with someone. And of course that totally broke Hannah's heart, I can the pain in her eyes as she try to understand kira. Hannah ask kira if they want to cut off but kira doesn't want to, so they still had communication and they're in the same school so they still see each other. Until after a few weeks when it's our last day of school, kira suddenly confess that she still has feelings for hannah. The day that kira told hannah that she fell out of love, after a few weeks she feels that something is missing and that's HANNAH. Now, when hannah heard that.. she couldn't process it that fast. She feels confuse but also happy?? She still has feelings for kira but maybe she's slowly accepting that they're just friends the day that there love story ends. After 1 week of thinking about it, hannah and kira made the decision to try it again. Hannah was really happy although the past still hunts her. Do you think kira will eventually fell out of love again?

I'm really struggling in school right now. Everything is a group project for every single subject and it makes me want to cry as my anxiety gets cranked to 100 each day, and no one wants to work with me because I'm the weird girl, it's so humiliating. I can't catch a break either as teachers aren't sympathetic to my struggles at all, I know they can help but they don't... I just want to get this over with but I'm starting to doubt that I'll ever finish my career and we're only 3 months into the first year out of four. I wish someone would help me out, I wish I could focus more, and I wish I could have it easy for once in my life. Even getting to this point was so damn hard for me, can't I just enjoy my life? Everyone else seems to be doing fine. I want to be like them.