Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

Hi, so, I have a friend who's the favorite in the group, and I consider her my "best" and only true friend, even though we never see each other at school. Recently, she told me about some problems she's having, like loneliness and that she cant talk about it to no one.

And I can't help but wonder how she can feel like this when she's not rejected or ignored while she still the favorite and the one with a lot of friends (not like lol).

It makes me angry and sad at the same time because I feel like I'm not a good friend of not trully believe her and constently compare to her.

Im not looking for a lecture

and moral because I know everyone can feel this way, etc. I'm looking for advice on how to help her because like i have the same problems but i really dont have friends to talk to while shes the favorite and... Idk.

Give me your pov and what should i/she do

i fucking give up bro, everyday im called ugly, when i moved away from a shit country i lived in where ig ot choked and heavily physically bullied and r@ped i thought i escaped, i didn't. verbal bullying, i hate myself. got myself a ED cause of thos fuckers. i even stopped doing SH n now its started again, i got r@ped again of course. fuck this fucking bullshit. i know im ugly, i know im dumb. those fucking narcissists. i genuilny give up. im failing everything, my dads sick, my moms depressed and hates me, same w my dad, my friends hate me and i try to be what they want me to be, and i do that but still they hate me. im brown, im the odd one out, imt he ugliest. god i hate ts. what i've been through. i thought if ucking escaped but no god just hates me doesnt he. whatever. bye. i havent slept i nfucking days. iahte insomnia. i hate people.

My life’s been horrible since my parents died when I was like— 15 or smt

They died from a plane crash :/ yes so tragic, I wish this was a fictional story bc I went through way too much while living. I raised my brother ( practically ), he was just 4 or 5 when the incident happened;;;

Ok and now he got cancer— heart cancer level 4– and if the dear doctors had the guts to actually take care of him rather than scam me for money, maybe my life would’ve been so much better.

Yet this girl had the audacity to show up in my life like bro’s crazy or smt— she was yandere asf but luckily didn’t kill ppl— I guess that made my 1st year of university trouble

But hey now I’m in the police agency and I have a boyfriend :/ but guess what? Fate had to make my life worse by making this criminal send him into coma— we don’t even know when it will end

And worse of worst, my brother died last week ;(

Tbh I would just like to die rn or shiz, but I swear I’ve gone through a case where this teen’s sister committed suicide, I saw the look of sadness in his eyes and I couldn’t bring myself to commit as well

So I guess destiny made me have financial problems and loss problems like wtf is even wrong with my life?

So here’s the deal, I’ve been with my girlfriend, Emma, for about five years now, and we’ve lived together for two of them. Emma has a son from a previous relationship, and he’s on the autism spectrum. From the get-go, I’ve had my financial boundaries set due to a harsh experience with my previous marriage where my ex cleaned me out. I informed Emma that her financial responsibilities were hers, and mine were mine, plus, marriage was off the table. She was okay with it, understanding even.

Now, Emma’s son used to attend a fantastic private school ideal for children with special needs. He was flourishing there, partly because this school wasn’t just great for special needs kids but for all kids. Interestingly, my best friend’s children went to the same school. Initially, the boy’s tuition was covered by his biological father and Emma’s dad. My best friend, who I started a booming business with in my early 20s, unfortunately succumbed to cancer recently. Before he passed, he made me promise to take care of his family, which I’ve been committed to, including paying for his children’s tuition.

Things took a turn when Emma's ex lost his job, cutting off a significant portion of the financial aid for her son’s tuition. Consequently, her son now attends a public school where he struggles quite a bit. Emma asked if I could help out, at least partially, so her son could return to his previous school. I declined, sticking to our original agreement. She wasn’t thrilled, calling me a jerk for supporting another woman’s children while ignoring her son’s needs. Although I see her point, we had a clear understanding from the start.

Now imagine this whole scenario playing out on a reality TV show. Think about the dramatic music as the camera zooms in on our heated discussion. Viewers at home would likely be divided. Some might side with me, arguing that sticking to one’s financial boundaries is crucial, especially based on past experiences. Others might view me as cold, especially towards a child with special needs. Twitter would probably explode with opinions, hashtags, and maybe a trending poll question on whether I should help out or not.

I'm curious to hear opinions: how would you react to this drama if it unfolded on national television?

Now, wondering what public opinion might be on this situation...

is it true when someone tells you life gets "better." as for a while now I have been struggling with my mental health and especially now I'm in college and fighting to get the help I need with my learning and with my mental health.

As at this very moment in time I feel so lost and depressed and alone. I've also had issues with sh in the past and these issues have come up again and I sh 2 nights ago . And I've also struggled with suicidal thoughts in the past as well. they were really bad whilst I was still at school as I was getting bullied and I also have really bad anxiety and that was making school harder for me as I would have to take time outside of the classroom to calm down and I also would disappear to the toilets to run my hands and wrists under cold water.

I then started couslorling and that helped as at that point I was no just struggling to stay in class I was also struggling to get into class as I was having really bad panick attacks.

And throughout my counselorling setting I learnt new way to help myself get through the panic attacks.

That was untill one day where I was out of class because I was struggling with my anxiety and was in fact having a panic attack and my form tutor saw me and she said you look stressed and then she also said to me about trying some ways to calm down and I'd all ready tried 2 and they didn't work and then she said to me about her taking me to sit I'm her classroom as she wasn't teaching and at this point I had my head phones on listening to music to try and calm myself down and come out of the panic attack as I know that worked for me and she had my try one other way to come out of the panic attack which did sort of help it wa the s deep breathing trick nixed with listening to music and the 5.4.3.2.1 track that got me out of the panic attack then it was lunch time so I spent it with my helper and tryes to explain to her what happened but I couldn't so I just started to talk about something else.

As a professional hairdresser, I recently had an experience that left both a client and me in an uneasy spot. A woman booked an appointment for her daughter with me for a haircut and dye job, even though I'm not their usual hair stylist. Their regular stylist was on vacation and someone recommended my services. The booking was for a trim and a color treatment, with the client's mother explaining over the phone that her daughter had long hair. Our receptionist affirmed that I could manage as I typically deal with clients who have up to waist-length hair. Much to my concern, due to a knee condition that's been troubling me for a while (I'm actually scheduled for surgery soon), I find it challenging to kneel, which is something necessary for handling hair longer than waist length.

The appointment day arrived and initially, I didn't realize how long the daughter’s hair was since she wore it bunched up in a bun. The mother expressed gratitude for squeezing them into my schedule and mentioned they sometimes struggle to find appointments because of her daughter’s unique hair length. As the young girl settled into my chair and released her bun, her hair cascaded down past her knees. It became immediately clear her hair exceeded the length I'm capable of handling. I consulted her about its length, and upon confirmation that it was indeed beyond what I could work with, I called over her mother to explain the situation. Despite my explanation and apology for not being able to proceed with the haircut because of its length and my physical limitation, the mother was quite frustrated.

She argued for a refund of the £50 booking fee, which our policy states as non-refundable. I brought her concerns to the salon owner, who decided to issue a refund, but also reminded me of the importance of clear communication regarding service limitations. The mother later resorted to leaving negative comments on our salon’s Facebook page, suggesting a misrepresentation of my skills in handling long hair. It certainly wasn’t a pleasant situation for anyone involved, and made me reflect on how I communicate what can and cannot be done given my current health limitations.

What would be the reaction from the public if this misunderstanding was spotlighted on a reality TV show? It would probably view differently, with audiences possibly sympathizing with both sides of the argument due to the personal, behind-the-scenes look into the challenges that both parties face. Such exposure might even allow viewers to better understand the complications involved in hairstyling that go beyond simple cuts and trims.

Am I at fault for turning away a client with extremely long hair?

hi,i m thirteen years old and i am a female i have been struggling with my mental health for a year or two now and it’s sort of on and off -for example: it will go away for a few weeks and then it all just comes back at once like a ton of bricks the main trigger is my severe eczema i have had this skin condition since i was a child and it hasn’t been the kindest to me but recently it has been appearing on my face allot worse than ever it has been oozing and crusting over a yellowish colour and i have been so upset i haven’t even left my room brushes my hair or done basic necessities properly for weeks even month i know its disgusting but its my life unfortunately i used to scream at my parents for opening my curtains because i couldn’t stand the sight of light someone even looking at my face would send me into panic attacks and meltdowns i have gotten over this a little but my fear of leaving the house hasn’t i haven’t left the house in weeks now i feel a burden to others all of my friends go out and have fun but i dont i would rather sit in my room i know there’s something wrong with me but i cant get my head round it ii dont feel real i feel like a ghost someone help me please what do i do.

Today I had a total meltdown at work and I asked to leave. I went home and now I’m sitting here trying to figure out how to keep living. How do people work normally all the time? I get so stressed and overwhelmed and breakdown. I have bad anxiety and depression so I don’t think that helps me at all. I just can’t do this anymore

Hi, my name is Onyx. My friend called me a pick me for venting and just trying to get people to recognize that I'm struggling both mentally and emotionally. To give some context, this friend and I have been friends for a year. I had made food for them, supported them through hard times, bought them stuff, and used my money to buy and help them out with stuff. I'm wanting to know if I'm the pick me for Venting to this friend as well as some mutual friends of ours about what's going on at home and what I've been struggling with. Am I in the wrong here?

ive realized that i actually had symptoms of adhd. all of these years including in elementary school i thought that i was just actually bad at learning and actually being a good student and now i guess not. im so bad at saying my feelings and reasoning, i feel like im just standing in a one singular block in a void. im so embarassed everytime i communicate with someone thinking i said something wrong, my decisions are so foolish, and to the main issue is my life where im so fucking miserable to the point that i have no friends that i can trust including, doubts about people, and lusting over friends that i love the most. LUSTING OVER THE FRIENDS THAT I LOVE THE MOST AND ACTUALLY CARES TO JUST GIVE ME ATTENTION ALL THE TIME. im so fucking disguisting and a disgrace holy shit. i just cant keep going on a life like this.

Cooking has always been a passion of mine, and every evening I prepare meals with love for myself, my husband, and our little boy, who's just turned four. Most nights, the kitchen is bustling but manageable—it's a few pots, a couple of utensils, and a chopping board that get the most use.

We all enjoy the meal together, and afterward, my son and I take care of our plates by rinsing and loading them into the dishwasher. However, the bulk of the cleanup, with all the cookware and mess, usually falls to me. I've attempted to discuss this inequity with my husband, hoping he’d understand and maybe pitch in. He responded by suggesting that since I created the mess, it was my responsibility to clean it up. Frustrated, I didn’t press the matter further. In protest, the following night I only cooked for myself and our son, leaving nothing for my husband. When he expressed his confusion, I explained that if he wasn’t willing to contribute to the mealtime effort by helping clean up, then he should be responsible for his own dinner. I viewed this as completely justified—if he expects me to manage both the cooking and cleaning, he can certainly handle preparing his own meals.

If this situation unfolded on a reality show, the scene could escalate dramatically, with audiences glued to their screens, eager to see how such a household dispute plays out. Viewers might sympathize with my stance, cheering on my act of defiance, or they could critique it as too harsh, debating the dynamics of fairness and shared responsibilities in marriage. Reality TV thrives on such moments of conflict and resolution, making this an episode viewers wouldn't want to miss.

After completing my master’s degree and securing a promising career, I’ve come to a challenging crossroad involving my family. Throughout my educational journey, my parents didn't offer financial support. Despite living a lifestyle filled with vacations, new vehicles, and home upgrades, they insisted if I wanted higher education, the financial responsibility was entirely mine. This stance forced me to balance part-time work with student loans to afford my studies.

Years have passed, and now as retirement looms, my parents expect financial support from me due to their inadequate savings. Recently, my patience wore thin, and during a heated conversation, I expressed my frustration. I reminded them of their financial decisions during my struggles with education and told them they should have planned better for their retirement instead of indulging in luxuries. I made it clear that I am not their financial backup plan and that they need to sort out their retirement issues as I had to with my education.

My confrontation left my mom in tears; she claimed they had sacrificed a lot during my childhood, and now it seemed like I was abandoning them. My dad labeled me ungrateful and selfish, throwing in the guilt-laden reminder of their 18 years of upbringing. My siblings have joined the fray, labeling me heartless for not aiding our parents, pointing out that I am better off financially compared to them. Regardless, I feel that they need to face the consequences of their choices.

The situation escalated further when I declared I wouldn’t provide care for them in their old age, regardless of their financial or health status in the future. This stance has shocked my siblings, with some arguing that it’s too harsh, but I am resolved to maintain my decision.

Considering if my story were to unfold on a reality TV show, the viewer's reaction could be intensely polarized. Some might view me as cold and unforgiving, while others could see me as a symbol of tough love and personal boundaries. Reality TV thrives on conflict and dramatic emotional exchanges, so such a storyline might draw a considerable amount of attention and debate among viewers, potentially making it a central theme of the show.

Am I wrong for denying my parents financial support for their retirement?

I swear to god I have collage so much literally I hate my course and now I can’t even change it and I don’t know what to do bc I can’t js drop out of collage so idk what to even do I hate it so much I thought it was going to be a lot better but no it is the exact same as skl

I HATE COLLAGE !!

No like acc despite it

Not exactly a bridezilla story, but close :)

Recently, I got invited to a relatively small wedding, about a two-hour drive from where I live, requiring overnight stays which meant booking a hotel room. Considering the size of the wedding, about 60 people including the bridal party, I wasn't provided a plus-one option, which was totally fine by me given the circumstances.

When it came time to book my hotel room, I realized the available rooms were quite large — designed for families or couples with either multiple beds or a king-sized option. Given these circumstances, I thought it would make sense to bring my boyfriend, Tom, along. This way, we could share the driving and the cost of the room. We planned it so we'd arrive the day before the wedding, enjoy a dinner out in a new place, and he would spend the day of the wedding relaxing at the hotel while I attended the ceremony and reception.

The wedding itself was a beautiful event and went off without a hitch. After the festivities, as I was heading back to my hotel room with Sarah, the maid of honor and someone I'm much closer to than the bride, I simply knocked on the door which Tom opened. Sarah greeted him briefly and then continued on her way.

However, a few days after the event, Sarah contacted me expressing how awkward and uncomfortable my decision to bring Tom had made everyone feel. She said that having him there made it seem like he was just waiting around for the wedding to end, which was not the case. We were genuinely surprised by this feedback as it was intended to be a practical arrangement, nothing more.

Furthermore, Tom was never around the wedding venue and only met the bride and groom on a few occasions, so he neither expected nor desired to attend the wedding itself. I hadn't thought to clear bringing him since he wouldn't be participating in or attending any of the wedding events.

Looking back, I wonder how this whole situation would have played out if it were part of a reality show. Would the viewers take my side, seeing the practicality of my decision, or would they sympathize with the bridal party's perspective, viewing my actions as a faux pas? Reality shows thrive on drama, and this misunderstanding could have been blown into a major conflict, potentially putting me in the hot seat with audiences picking sides.

I haven't spoken to the bride about this as she is on her honeymoon and I prefer not to stir any potential drama. Was bringing him along such a big deal?

(TW for SH)

I abselutely despise school, because it's just a bunch of work being suddenly loaded onto your back which is really stressful. As much as I hate it, though, I'm only now realizing how much I relied on it as a distraction. Back in September I caved in under pessure and started self-harming. It's been a really long journey, but after being clean for some time, it just ended all of a sudden tonight. I don't know how; I had an amazing day hanging out with my friends and all of a sudden I get home and this happens?!

I wish I could go back to school, and I wish that summer break hadn't started so soon. I hate being left alone with my thoughts for this long because this is what happens.