Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

sometimes it really feels like no one even sees me, like i’m just some background noise in my own house. my parents are always busy yellin at each other or complainin about bills or stressin over stuff that i guess matters to them but like, never once do they ask how i’m doin. not even a simple “you okay?” or “how was your day?” it’s like they don’t even remember i exist unless it’s to tell me to do chores or turn the music down. i come home from school, go straight to my room, and that’s it. dinner is usually silent, if we even eat together at all. nd if i say something, they either ignore me or act like i’m bein dramatic. like bro, sorry i have feelings?? and my little sister gets all the attention too, like if she even sneezes mom rushes over like it’s the end of the world, but if i say i’m tired or sad, i just get told to stop being lazy. like wow thanks, that really helps.

at school it ain’t much better either. i got a few people i talk to but it’s not like real friends. more like people i sit near in class and joke with sometimes, but no one who really knows me. i don’t got that one friend who texts first or checks in or invites me to stuff. most weekends i just sit in my room scrollin on my phone while watchin the same shows over and over. nd sometimes i post stuff online hopin someone will comment or like it just so i feel like i’m not totally invisible. but most the time it’s just silence. everyone says “reach out” if you’re strugglin, but like… reach out to who?? the people who already don’t notice me? my parents who only care when i mess up? sometimes i just wanna scream like HELLO I’M HERE, but i already know it wouldn’t matter.

i try to act normal at school, smile and joke around so no one thinks anything’s wrong. but inside i’m just tired. tired of feeling like i don’t matter. tired of pretendin like it’s all fine. nd i kno people got it worse, i do, but that doesn’t make my feelings fake. i just want someone to care. like really care. not just when it’s convenient or when they want somethin from me. i don’t need big speeches or anything, just someone to say “i see you.” someone to sit with me even if we don’t talk. cuz right now it just feels like i’m floatin through life, watchin everyone else live while i’m stuck in this loop where nothin changes. maybe one day it’ll get better, maybe i’ll get outta this place, find people who make me feel like i matter. but right now? it feels like no one cares about me. and honestly… maybe they never did.

Is it normal to just have siblings who you can’t run to? For years, I’ve relived my mom and grandmother’s funerals. It pains me that God took away all the people that truly showed up for me. I don’t know how to get over this loss and my life isn’t getting better. I thought I’d finish school just to get a better job but Surely maybe I was born to not have anything. I can’t seem to get used to a life filled with delay. I hate everything about myself. There’s nothing valuable about me or my life. How does one take away their pain? What’s the easiest way to ease it? I have been trying but no luck. I just want someone to give me a solution to everything

(so I was imagining a scenario in which I accidentally-on purpose overdose on my new antidepressants)

Me: *walking into school, feeling not good at ALL*

Barley: "Inari! ... are you ok?"

Me: *collapses, ded*

everyone: *freaking the fuck out*

and then Clive went, "let me show you how it would really happen."

Me: *walking into school, feeling not good at ALL*

Barley: "Inari! ... you good?"

Me: *collapses, ded*

Barley: *shrugs, indifferent*

Everyone else: *just like, well that happened, oh well"

(another scenario, in which someone shoots me in the head at school)

me and barley: *walking down the hall, minding our own damn business*

*then gunshots and i'm dead*

Barley: *FREAKING out*

(the school gets put on lockdown and ppl are screaming)

and then Clive went, "let me show you how it would really happen."

me and barley: *walking down the hall, minding our own damn business*

*then gunshots and i'm dead*

Barley: *shrugs and keeps walking*

(the school gets put on lockdown and ppl just keep minding their own business bc I was the only victim and nobody knows who I am)

Soo from how u have lived. What do you think a 16 yr old should know? Or in the process of knowing?? Or like matured from??

I’m a teenager, not older than 17.

My mom and my grandma both vent to me and they both don’t even face each other because of my mom and her boyfriend. It feels like there’s no privacy because my mom is always on face time with her boyfriend, HAS to show her face, HAS to have this camera on in her room even despite being face time, and HAS to show what she’s doing. (For more context her boyfriend put a camera in her room that’s “disguised” as a clock but my mom told me the truth of what it is.) She even uses the bathroom while he’s on face time, drives when he’s on face time, and even when she’s with me. He may not be there physically but he’s always on the phone or on FaceTime with her. It sucks because I feel like I can’t talk to my mom about personal things and I’m still just a kid growing up, learning how to cope with my own emotions. It makes me wish I had someone to go to, I don’t have my father because he’s not emotionally / mentally there for me. With my mom and grandma venting to me and my grandma talking about my mom behind her back to my homeschool teacher it makes me feel overwhelmed and stuck because I found out my grandma is kicking my mom out the house so my mom and her boyfriend can just live together because my my grandma said “your mother brings problems to the house” problems as in my moms boyfriend. It’s a whole situation that I’m not gonna get into. But I’m stressed out, my therapist appointment was canceled because my therapist is sick and I feel like I don’t have anyone to go to because my mom is always on the phone whenever I try to talk to her and I can’t go to my grandma because she’s gonna use my words against my mom or she’s gonna tell her other kids (she constantly gossips which makes me feel like there’s no privacy there either.) I just wish my family was normal and didn’t feel like it’s falling apart.

My relationship with my elder sister, Clara, has always been somewhat turbulent. We are distinctly different people; she has a passion for all things fashion and beauty, while I prefer a more casual lifestyle, focusing on academia and my career. Although our interests diverge, I believed we maintained a basic level of respect and civility, until a recent incident made me question this.

Clara’s upcoming wedding has been the center of her universe lately. In an attempt to cut costs elsewhere, she asked if I could contribute financially towards her wedding gown as a “sisterly gesture.” Having just secured a well-paying job, I agreed to help despite finding her request somewhat unusual.

A few weeks ago, during a family get-together, I wore a dress that made me feel particularly confident, despite not being a size 2. To my disbelief, Clara commented loudly enough for everyone to hear that I was “brave” for wearing something so “tight.” I was mortified but chose not to cause a scene by responding.

Later the same evening, she remarked privately that she could never wear something like my dress unless she slimmed down, suggesting the dress was unflattering for someone of my size. This hurt me deeply, and I expressed how offensive her comments were. She dismissed my feelings, claiming she was "just being honest."

These events have led me to reconsider my financial pledge for her wedding dress. When I communicated my decision to her, Clara reacted angrily, accusing me of being selfish and petty. She even claimed that I was sabotaging her special day over a mere joke. Frustrated, I stood my ground, which prompted our parents to intervene, suggesting I should overlook her remarks and contribute as planned, emphasizing that "that’s what sisters do."

However, I felt that Clara's comments crossed a line. This situation makes me wonder if I’m in the wrong for reconsidering my support.

If this saga were to unfold on a reality show, audiences might be captivated by the dramatic fallout, speculating on whether my sister’s comments were genuinely tactless or strategically designed to make a splash on national television. Viewers could be split, with some applauding my stance to withhold financial support as a form of standing up for oneself, while others might view me as overly sensitive, siding with my sister and viewing her comments as benign sibling banter.

Just curious: If you were on a reality show how would you react?

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Despite people telling me I'm pretty and intelligent, no one has ever been interested in me romantically. They always want me out of interest or for my body. I'm 19, and I'm starting to think that there's something wrong with me as time goes by.

It's true that, since I'm studying at uni, I don't have much time to focus on looking for a relationship, but even so, I think it's quite strange that no one has shown even a bit of interest in getting to know me as a person, rather than just using me. Furthermore, seeing that all my friends have had at least one relationship makes me feel even more "isolated."

I would like to know if this is a normal feeling and how I can improve my situation. Thank you so much.

I don’t even know who I am. I’ve been broken. I’ve only ever wanted to be accepted. I’ve changed myself to fit in so many times but never feel comfortable in my own skin. Who am I? The trauma plays in my head over and over. Is that who I really am? Am I the weird girl who’s been abused and discarded? Does anyone even care about me or what I been through? When I speak about my trauma I get disregarded because “I put myself in that situation” but I was young and dum and naïve. No one tried to help no one pointed me in the right direction I was lost and still am. I should’ve let him kill me when I had the chance

Wrongfully accused and now wrongfully convicted and for what? I cheated on my then spouse, found myself in this whirl wind bad boy wrong side of the tracks lustfilled adventure only to wake up and find myZelf swept up in this unimaginable legal battle that I have lost. The judge bore down with that gavel and instantly my whole life came to a hault. One month. I've got one month left. One month left to be a daughter one month left to be a friend one month left to be my kids mother and I can't stand this anymore. The stress the anxiety the worry what will happen to my kids what will happen to my aging mother what will happen to me? I can't believe this is happening. One bad choice one wrong mistake my whole life gone . I want to scream I want to cry I want to die.

In October, a situation unfolded that has since left my daughter giving me the cold shoulder and barely speaking to me. Here's what happened: My daughter, Emily, has a part-time job she attends after school for five days each week. This Halloween, her high school hosted a costume contest, and she and her buddies decided to participate as a group. After school, they went shopping for costumes together.

I fetched Emily and her friends from the store and saw the costumes they picked out. Emily spent $80 on her costume, which immediately set me off. I felt that it was an extravagant amount to spend on an outfit she'd only wear once, for a few hours at that. I voiced my opinion right there in the car, telling her it was a waste of money. After dropping her friends off, I took Emily back to the store and insisted she return the costume and any accessories she bought.

Consequently, her friends found someone else to fill her spot in their group. They ended up winning the contest and each got a portion of a $100 Visa gift card. On Halloween, Emily returned home from school visibly upset, feeling left out from the festivities and fun her friends had. I tried explaining to her that even after the prize split, she’d have lost more money by buying the costume than she’d have gained, but she couldn't see the logic.

A month on and Emily is still upset, barely interacting with me. Her father, my ex-husband, argues that I deprived her of a memorable experience with her friends, emphasizing that her job already causes her to miss out on plenty. He believes I should've allowed her this indulgence. My intention was only to teach her the value of money and the importance of making sensible financial choices. Could a cheaper costume not have sufficed, especially since it was to be worn briefly?

Imagine if this dilemma were aired on a reality TV show. Viewers might be split, with some applauding the lesson in financial prudence while others sympathize with a teenager wanting to bond with her peers over a special occasion. The discussion might bring various parenting styles to light, each defending what they believe is the right balance between guidance and freedom.

Was I wrong in my decision to make her return the Halloween costume?

A few nights back, I invited two of my good friends over for a sleepover. Both are the same age as me, and we planned to end the evening with some classic movie watching and unwinding. As the night drew to a close, and we began removing our makeup, I suggested they explore and use any of the skincare items from my well-stocked bathroom cabinet. I'm a skincare enthusiast and have a wide collection ranging from inexpensive brands to pricier, high-end products.

Shortly after, my friend Emily came out of the bathroom looking uneasy, and confessed she had accidentally dropped and shattered one of my top-shelf skincare bottles. It happened to be my SK II Pitera Essence, which cost me about $134 CAD. It's housed in a delicate glass bottle and was nearly full as I had purchased it just weeks before.

Immediately apologizing, Emily seemed genuinely remorseful. While I reassured her initially, things took a turn when I brought up the expense of the product. Emily was taken aback by the price and when I gingerly asked if she could compensate partly for it, she declined. Her rationale was that it had been an accident and since I had offered the products for use, she didn’t see why she should contribute financially. Since that conversation, there's been an uncomfortable tension lingering between us, and communication has been minimal.

The third friend who was present stayed silent and hasn’t picked a side, preferring to remain neutral.

Reflecting on this, I wonder how different the situation would play out if it were part of a high-drama reality show. Surely, the cameras would amplify every reaction and corner each of us into justifying our viewpoints more fervently. Perhaps in such a scenario, the tension would skyrocket, possibly leading to a dramatic confrontation or emotional reconciliation orchestrated by producers for maximum viewer engagement.

Should I have asked Emily for compensation, or was I being unreasonable given the circumstances? How do folks generally handle mishaps like these among friends?

I appreciate any thoughts or shared experiences on the matter. 😉

Last December, my longtime friend, who's 32, tied the knot with his partner of two years in an exquisite garden setting at a grand estate, both dressed in formal attire.

I've shared a close friendship with him since we were kids, living just a few houses apart and attending the same schools. We kept in touch during his college years, but I drifted away during my own college days due to new friendships, only to reconnect later in our hometown due to work.

Although I found him quite appealing, I never pursued him as he never expressed such interest, and I value tradition. We went to dances with others and saw different people during university without any romantic encounters between us.

But on his wedding day, everything felt off. I had grown fond of his bride, yet through their dating and engagement, my friend and I continued our usual adventures like hiking and stargazing, all purely platonic.

That evening, upon consulting another friend, she urged me to confess my feelings before it was too late. She warned me of lifelong regret if I didn’t. She was right.

After the ceremony, unable to speak before, I took a moment with him and revealed my long-hidden love. Overwhelmed, he wept and asked me to go away. Since that night last December, he reached out just once, checking up on me amidst the ongoing health crisis.

Did I do something terrible? I need some advice on how to mend our friendship.

Imagine if this situation unfolded on a reality TV show. The dramatic confession might have been a pivotal, jaw-dropping episode moment, stirring up various audience reactions ranging from support for my bravery to backlash for the timing of my confession.

Was confessing love at a wedding wrong?

Recently, my mornings have transformed into battlegrounds thanks to my 7-year-old daughter, Clara, who has started throwing tantrums when it’s time to get dressed for school. Despite our efforts, like setting out her clothes the night before, she remains defiant. My wife heads to work early, leaving me to handle the morning chaos.

One morning, as usual, Clara refused to get dressed. I was already exhausted from the constant arguing and didn't have the energy to push her, so I decided to take a different approach. I calmly told her that if she didn't want to dress, that was fine, and that she could go to school in her pajamas. This took her by surprise, and she was unusually quiet during the car ride, seemingly unsure of this new development.

As we neared the school, the reality of going to class in her pajamas seemed to hit her, and she suddenly wanted to go home to change. However, I stood firm and told her we wouldn't turn back. Upon reaching school, after some initial reluctance, she went inside.

That evening, after my wife picked Clara up, I could tell she was upset but she didn’t say anything until later. She expressed that my decision made us appear negligent and embarrassed both Clara and our family. I tried to reassure her that it was a harmless lesson for Clara about the consequences of her choices, arguing that one day in pajamas wouldn't tarnish our reputations as parents. Despite this, my wife felt it was too harsh.

This incident got me wondering, what if this whole situation was part of a reality TV show? How would the audience react? It strikes me that viewers might be divided. Some may praise the approach as a clever parenting strategy to teach responsibility, while others could view it as too severe and humiliating for a child. The dynamic interactions and conflicting opinions might actually attract a lot of attention and buzz around the show.

Was my approach mean or simply a practical lesson in consequences?

My boyfriend, Luke, comes from a well-off family while I grew up under quite different circumstances, raised by my single mother in a modest trailer. Despite that, I've managed to start my own tech company and have become fairly successful. Luke, on the other hand, works as a software engineer in an entry-level position, earning far less than me. He's a real charmer though—always courteous, showering me with gifts, and insisting on picking up the bill when we dine out. His job isn't as demanding as mine, so he's also taken on most of the household chores and cooking, which doesn't seem to bother him at all.

I must say, my appearance can be a bit showy. My golden hair is usually enhanced with extensions, and my eyelashes are artificially lengthened. I've gotten a few cosmetic touch-ups, regularly use spray tans, and my wardrobe is filled with chic outfits and flashy jewelry. I've been endowed with a naturally ample bust, which might paint a typical "gold digger" picture when contrasted with my background and Luke's affluent upbringing, even though I self-fund all my glamorous modifications.

Recently, I was introduced to Luke's parents, who he described as quite conservative and traditional. He advised me to tone down my usual style and opt for a more modest look for our first meeting. Taking his advice, I chose a knee-length dress and wore only a simple necklace that Luke gifted me previously. Initially, everything seemed fine until his parents probed into my family background. Upon learning about my roots, their attitude shifted. Luke's mom, Tammy, inquired about my necklace, and when I explained that it was from Luke, his dad, Roy, remarked snidely, "Perhaps he bought your breasts too!" and erupted into laughter—a sentiment worryingly shared by Luke. Disheartened, I forced a nervous laugh.

The discussion carried on rather tensely until Luke excused himself briefly. Tammy then pulled me aside, accusing me bluntly of being a 'white trash gold digger' determined to snatch Luke's wealth. I couldn't help but laugh it off, informing her that if I were after money, Luke wouldn’t be my choice given that I am the higher earner. Confused, she demanded an explanation, so I showed her my company's website with my professional profile. Both she and Roy were taken aback. Rather than apologizing, they pulled Luke back into the discussion to chastise him for not being the main breadwinner. I decided it was time to leave.

Leaving their house, I expected Luke to appreciate my intervention, but instead, he accused me of undermining him by revealing my higher income to his parents, whom he had already described as conventional. I reminded him that they started the disrespect, even sharing in it, yet he felt I should have just tolerated their behavior. We ended up deciding to give each other some space to think things over. So, after all that, I'm left wondering: am I the asshole here?

On a side note, imagine if this debacle played out on reality TV. The public might well have been sympathetic, watching someone defend themselves against unfair judgment. Or perhaps the audience would praise me for not conforming to the misplaced gold digger label? Reality TV thrives on confrontation and unexpected revelations, after all.

I'm curious, what do people generally think?