Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

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.

yo, listen up, i'm just about fed up with this bullshit, man. i'm 25, right? good ol' quarter of a century and here i am, still living in my mom's basement. can't even get a damn job. fuck ai, bro. they keep saying how ai is the future and it's making our lives easier, blah, blah, blah. you know what? that's just a load of crap. i graduated, and all these companies are out here drooling over ai, replacing human workers like we're nothing. it's like, why even bother going to college, ya know? i'm racking up student loans, but for what? to be tossed aside by some piece of code? screw that.

i mean, let's be real here, ai is everywhere now. it's in our phones, in our homes, hell, it's even driving cars now! and while all these tech geeks are creaming their pants over it, folks like me can't catch a break. i apply for jobs left and right, scrolling through endless listings, and all i see is "experience with ai required," or "ai proficiency preferred." i ain't no tech wizard! i'm just a regular dude trying to get by. but no, all these companies want to invest in some shiny new robot that they don't even have to pay or give health benefits. yeah, real smart, isn't it? replacing real people with soulless, emotionless machines.

and don't even get me started on those automated recruitment processes. you think going through stacks of resumes would be a thing of the past. but nah, now i gotta deal with ai screening my application before it even hits a human's desk. yeah, that's right, good ol' mr. ai has decided i don't fit the criteria for half the jobs i apply for. excuse me, but how does a program with zero understanding of values, culture, or passion get to decide if i'm worthy of a job? i ain't saying i'm some kind of genius or anything, but damn, at least give a guy a fair shot. these algorithms they use are as biased as can be, and yet no one's calling them out. everyone's just nodding along like it's the new gospel or something.

what happened to the days when you could walk into an office, shake a hand, have a conversation, and get hired because they like you, they see potential in you? nah, now it's all about ticking the right boxes and having the right buzzwords on your resume. i get it, times are changing, gotta adapt and all that jazz, but it's no fun when you're left scrambling to keep up with this never-ending rat race. maybe i'll go back to school and get that "desired" ai proficiency or start networking with the right peeps, but damn, it feels like a losing battle sometimes. so, i ask you, reader, in this age of ai, where does a guy like me fit in?

fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkk AI, fuuuuuck!!!!!!!

So here I am, TWO years post-divorce, and I'm still hung up on my ex. How dumb is that? He cheats on me, then just packs his bags and leaves. Leaves me with the kids too! But here's the kicker... I still love him?! Makes absolutely no sense!!! It’s like some twisted joke life is playing on me.

I mean. I've tried to move on, you know, new hobbies, meeting new people (yea, right), but nothing sticks because my mind keeps wandering back to him. Why do our hearts have to be so slow at catching up with reality?

Every time I think I've turned a corner, something reminds me of him and boom! Back to square one... It's exhausting, like running a marathon you never wanted to sign up for in the first place. How can someone who clearly doesn't deserve my time still linger in my thoughts??

People say 'time heals all wounds', but what happens when the clock seems stuck? What am I waiting for anyway? Some magical day where feelings just disappear? Feels like wishful thinking...

It would be great if there was a manual or something, you know? Like 'how to stop loving someone who doesn't give a damn about you'. Somebody needs to write that book because frankly, I'm tired of feeling like this!

I feel stupid...

I feel like I’ve fallen into another gaslighting-type relationship. My husband was so kind, sweet, thoughtful, and romantic when we were dating. Whdn i was sick, he'd bring my get well kits and help around my home. We were both upfront about who we were at the time and who we thought we’d continue to be, and I’ve definitely upheld my end of that—but I feel like he hasn’t since we got married

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Due to circumstances outside of me being pregnant at the time, we got married pretty quickly, and I happily gave up my saftey, dreams, and career to follow his dreams and career. I love/adore my husband, do everything i can to make his life easy and comfortable, even keeping track of pretty much everything since he is forgetful.

Over this past year, I’ve been feeling more and more drained in our relationship. I’m carrying most of the weight at home while he does very little, aside from playing with our children. If I want him to do anything beyond just existing, I have to ask. This wasn’t what was presented to me when we started our relationship.

Honestly, if he were working his butt off every day and rarely home, I’d understand more. But most days he’s home all day on his phone, does a couple of work-related things at late night that he easily could have done earlier, the complains about being tired the next day. He’ll leave trash or dishes around, mess up things I already tidied, and sometimes get snippy with me when I bring up legitimate concerns—like updating our address through his employer so I can submit insurance claims and get our money back.

I’m feeling less and less loved and supported, and more and more like a “mommy bang maid” again like I was in my last long term relationship. The only difference is that my husband married me and doesn’t scream or break things like my ex did.

I’ve spoken to him, but all he says is that things will get better when he’s not as tired and he's further along in his career. Of and that the stay-at-home parent does EVERYTHING at home while the working parent relaxes when they get home. It’s frustrating because his parents had a similar dynamic when he was a kid, and they’re both very adamant that the work parent his more than capable of help and that he needs to be helpful—but he’s still a complete slob and do anything period unless I ask multiple times. On the flip side, when he asks me for something, I jump up immediately.

On top of that, I’ve noticed our sex feels very one-sided, focused on his needs. The last time we had sex, and I'm not kidding, it lasted maybe two minutes before he was happily fast asleep leaving me with a mess to clean up.

Our house is nearly spotless all the time, I make good home-cooked meals, and I never turn him down. I stay put together and hygienic, and despite all this im treated like Dobby. I keep asking myself: "Why am I not enough to be loved the way I love my partner? What’s wrong with me?"

What's wrong with me?

I felt that this person had absolutely no shame, none whatsoever. She truly didn't care what others said about her, not in any way. She didn't feel it; she embraced the pain, the sorrow if necessary, something that I, personally, find deeply pleasing because I live to escape it. This person, to me, is a beautiful being because she has the ability to be immersed in things that I don't, I don't earn a deep understanding of them. I wish I had no shame at all, to assert myself, to withdraw, thinking only of myself and not even thinking about what I do behind the scenes, to be able to say something to others. This person, on the other hand, is hidden, but I'm not, and that's what's beautiful about her. However, I also observe too many limitations. This person lives for the present, completely present, hoping that something will happen in the future that she expects others to do, leaving everything in the hands of others. The more someone tries to control their life, at the expense of others, isolating themselves, the more they are shaped by their actions, without any awareness of them. It's as if they don't care how their life impacts the world. This is something I do care about; it interests me completely. I care about how everything impacts my life and how I act accordingly, not just seeking what's necessary to survive, because I care about the whole picture, I care about my complete self. Seen this way, I don't find this person attractive at all. They may be restrictive, but their life is one of false freedom because it's not earned. It's a drift, unaware of it, ignoring it, and therefore acting in ways that benefit it. Meanwhile, I, like everyone else, am adrift, but I formulate actions to gradually steer myself in the direction I want, and I ensure that this is my path, that my path is my own drift. I don't know what's wrong with this person; it seems they have absolutely no limits. They're capable of staying like this until the very end, just like that. It's as if it reinforces their way of being, their spirit in front of others, and it's that of living isolated in the clouds, somehow pleasing their original group, so that they don't go anywhere, yes, at the cost of their suffering, at the cost of being rejected by the outside world, just as, I think, their original group wants. In some way, this person must be proud of who she is, but something throws me off, and it's precisely the way things unfolded. I fought for her until the very end, even going against authority, which I believe is what she sees as a true friend—someone who genuinely cares for her, someone who, of course, doesn't dare to be herself. This is precisely because she's incapable of defying authority, of disobeying an order, no matter what it was. I did what I did, and I consider it honorable, which is why she sees me as different from others—someone who is truly there, who isn't bad, but quite the opposite, genuinely good, who doesn't come with lies of any kind. This person's perspective must be quite strange. Naturally, she's incapable of taking responsibility for what she's done, because that would imply an obvious preference for someone else, and that's something she can't do, because in her mind it would mean she doesn't care about others, and therefore she might miss out on opportunities. This is something she keeps to herself. The more she withdraws into her own world, the more elusive she becomes. I think it's crucial to conduct these assessments to know who I'm going to encounter later on and not be swayed by mere appearances. She's a strange person, and indeed, she must love me, she must feel that she loves me, precisely because there's someone who truly loves her, and not just anyone is willing to take the same risks, not even herself, for someone else, at least not usually. I feel she loves me, but at the same time, she's waiting for the right moment to express it, for us to ultimately be more than friends. For her, a friend, as we've discussed, is someone who exists outside the relationship, someone who doesn't commit to her, someone who isn't capable of taking risks. They only share common feelings, but neither takes the risk of going further, which is what happened in this case. We both exposed ourselves, and indeed, she had to take care of me, make sure I was okay, to keep me there. In my opinion, she has a completely twisted mindset: for her, taking care of me is maintaining my status, because she knows that this is the only way she can go to him and have the same benefit as always, of someone who loves her. And for that, she takes risks, she falls apart in front of others, in order to preserve that affection, to keep it a secret, and to speak about our relationship at her discretion. She already considers me hers, precisely because I am who I am because of her, and vice versa.

I feel like I belong to her, as if I couldn't belong to anyone else, because she perceives me as someone outside her own world, because she understands that not everyone is capable of doing for her what I've done, not at all. Most likely, everything she does will take a turn, all in accordance with the fact that everything fits together in the moment, because that's what her world is based on: fitting things together to navigate it.

I think I have an website idea, (or SAAS) and I think it has potential, but I’m not too good of making websites, so my question is that is there a way I can find someone who is willing to do like I partnership, like idk how to explain it. Like they will NOT be getting paid first cause it’s not ur typical employment, like we both could like own the website they design and build it . I give ideas. They could even give ideas. Since we both own it. Like abd then when it actually starts making money we both have the income . So at first we both will be working on the website and we will just see how it grows. I am tryna find this person online

Damn, commiting really sounds good right now that it scares the shit out of me. I am really tired of always being everyone’s punching bags. I’m just a kid too. Someone who longs for a complete and happy family. I’m just 14 years old but I already wanna end my life. Why do I have to carry it all? What about me? Just because I don’t show my emotions doesn’t mean I’m strong. Everyone thinks that I am okay, but I am not. I’m so fucking tired. My Mom can’t have a dead daughter. I still wanna see My Mom and my baby brother. But my mind is killing me. I hope I can speak my thoughts without feeling like a burden or people will judge me for who I am. I always tell people to be strong and to live happily, but I can’t even do that. When people do me wrong, I always say maybe they’re going through something. But when I am going through something, I never treat people wrong like that haha. It genuinely hurts that I am even thinking of doing it. ’Cause what do you mean a young girl like me already wants to end it? I am still trying but I don’t know how long. I don’t want people thinking that they weren’t there for me, especially my Mom. I’m not living for myself anymore, because if I was living for myself? I would have been dead by now. I wanna scream. I wanna cry. I just hope one day I will be okay. My mind is screaming negative thoughts and I don’t know how long I can hold on. I’m very much tired, I wish for this pain to end.

I have major mental health and anger issues! I’ve tried to seek help online and people always try to patronise me and fix me until things get difficult and negative or “toxic”. It honestly just pisses me off! Suck people should be in no position to help me

My parents began their journey as foster care providers when I was just 6 years old, with my younger brother being only 3. It was a normal part of my life; many of the kids who stayed with us got along well with me and my family. That is until we met a girl named Amber when I was in the second grade.

Amber was the new kid in my class, and for some reason, we rubbed each other the wrong way from the start. I heard from classmates that she was upset with me, despite us knowing each other for only a few days. I figured if she could be mad at me for no reason, then I had every right to be mad at her. As time went on, our relationship only worsened. By the third grade, she was bullying me—heaving my lunch to the ground, fabricating stories that I had gas issues to embarrass me, and even declaring to our teacher that she refused to sit next to "freaky eye," in reference to a scar I have near my left eye. This only fueled further taunts, comparing me to Scar from The Lion King, making me increasingly self-conscious about the scar.

Aware of these issues, my parents were often called into school meetings to address her bullying behavior. In one surprising twist, I discovered that Amber was a foster child. And then, when we were both 10, my parents made the decision to adopt her. Friends and family asked if I was okay with this decision. My parents told them I was on board and eager to assist Amber in settling in. This was far from the truth. I was devastated and opposed the idea vehemently, but my objections fell on deaf ears.

My brother was not fond of Amber either, particularly because she had manipulated him against me a number of times at school. My parents, however, saw my resistance as the reason Amber and my brother weren't close, placing the blame squarely on me. The situation escalated when I was 15, culminating in a fierce argument where I expressed my refusal to ever see Amber as a true sibling, no matter the legal ties. I accused my parents of choosing her needs over my well-being and expressed regret that anyone ever cared for her, given her continuous torment toward me. Following yet another conflict a year after, I moved in with my grandparents. My attempts to maintain a relationship with my parents dwindled, and I openly criticized them for falsely claiming that I supported the adoption of Amber. This led to others viewing them differently, which they confronted me about recently. Their visit resulted in a heated exchange about the past, with them labeling my views as selfish, and me remaining firm that they had indeed chosen Amber over me.

Imagine if this family debacle unfolded on a reality TV show, where every argument and harsh word was broadcasted for entertainment. Would viewers be sympathetic to my plight, or would they side with my parents in their decision to adopt Amber despite our rocky past? Such a setting might amplify the drama and the complex emotions involved.

it's sometimes a curious thing how life plays out, isn't it? i've been around the sun 29 times, not claiming to have all the wisdom but perhaps just enough to understand the ebbs and flows of life. i was sitting down the other day, lost in thought, pondering over everything life has thrown my way. i find myself marvelling at how steady everything seems, how serene. and it hits me, like one of those 'aha' moments that people often talk about. all these feelings i have now, this tranquillity, it's largely because of him, my husband. he's kind of like the unsung hero in the movie of my life, always working behind the scenes to make sure everything falls into place and runs smoothly.

you see, there are days when i feel like i'm floundering, grasping at whatever stability i can find. yet there's always this unyielding anchor - that's him. maybe he's not perfect, but who is, right? there's this balance we have, like a well-rehearsed symphony. when i falter, he's the one holding the metronome, ensuring everything stays in rhythm. maybe you're wondering why i bother sharing all this syrupy stuff. but you know, every so often, one just feels the need to let some sunshine out, you understand what i mean? isn't it just nice when the little cogs in our universe align for a bit? i'm not saying i'm leaning on him like a crutch, but rather, it's a partnership that just works like two puzzle pieces clicking into place.

there's this funny thing about the mundane routine that we fall into, you know what i'm talking about? laundry, dishes, bills, the daily grind. on paper, it sounds tedious but in reality, it feels somewhat bearable - dare i say enjoyable - when shared. splitting the chores, which honestly sound like an endless project management task sometimes, becomes second nature with him. we don't need to draw up a Gantt chart to know who's doing what; we just know. even when i find myself buried under a pile of responsibilities, whether it's work-related or just life's curveballs, he's there with that ever-reliable presence. no fuss, no frills, just simple, genuine support. it amazes me sometimes, the depth of such reliability.

so, as trite as this might sound, i just wanted to put it out there. thank you, sincerely, genuinely, whole-heartedly. it's not every day one stops and acknowledges the small but significant acts of kindness and reliability woven into the fabric of their lives. i mean, don't you think it's important to just stop and have a moment of clarity and gratitude every now and then? our stories and experiences are our own but shared experiences like these - sharing the load, the chores, the routine - are what fortify the bonds we build. in this intricate web of everyday life, having someone like him fills the gaps with a warmth that, at least to me, feels incredibly profound. 😊

Me and my gf have been together for almost a year. But honestly for the past few months shes been treating me like we’re just friends again.

It’s happened before and Ive talked to her about it but after that all our conversations just felt forced. Like she was just forcing herself to talk to me. I know she loves me and i love her but i feel like she’s not taking our relationship seriously.

She’s talked about getting married and whatnot but it genuinely feels like she’s only affectionate and talkative whenever she feels like it. Whenever we text its not the same like how we used to, the conversations are dry and boring and there’s no actual conversation going on.

I remember when we first started dating i couldn’t stop smiling and i was so happy that we finally got together but now it feels like we’ve just gotten used to each other and we’re just normal friends again.

Any advice?

I'm almost 18 and I lost my dad during January, 2024. He apparently died overnight due to a complication of diabetes. I don't remember what day it was, I just know it was the day we all went back to school after winter break. Our relationship was never good. I was his only daughter and he was raised with unhealthy viewpoints on women and their roles in society. Not a great combo. I was ridiculed by him often for my shortcomings, or just for nothing at all to be honest. Everyday was a constant battle with him and the other members of our family living in the house. I mostly took care of everything leading up to his death. My mother was a recovering drug addict, so she did not have custody of me or my brother. The only mother figure I had was my grandmother, who would endorse my father's negative behavior and scratch it off to him being stressed or unhealthy, which was true but not justifiable. Custody was given to my aunt.

My aunt and I were close, and I always dreamed of living with her. But now that I am, I'm indescribably lonely and I don't know how to deal with this. It's like I'm stuck in some weird out of pocket void that no one knows or acknowledges, because they're too busy revolving within their own lives. That sounded cringey but you get the point. My friends have moved on and I'm witnessing my aunt interact with her own biological children and it just makes me so...angry. I know thats wrong but I honestly just feel so frustrated. I wanted this love. This love that can only come from a mother or father. But I was cheated out of it by both parents. My aunt claims she loves me as one of her own kids but I know thats not true. I should just be grateful that she loves me, shouldn't I? Why isn't that enough for me? Why do I want to go and be jealous of everyone around me and make myself miserable in the process? But that parental love I want just can't be mimicked or replicated. There will always be differences between the love for ones own children and a relative. And I can't explain the pain that eats at my chest whenever I witness these imbalances. It's suffocating but its no ones fault. I think thats the worst part for me, that there's no one I can blame for this.

That's why I came on here for the first time. I need advice or just someone who can relate to me. How do you deal with this loneliness? How do you deal with the absence of a true parental love? Will this feeling ever go away?

I appreciate anyone who sees and reads this post, especially those who take the time to offer me some insight. May you all have a good day/night.

you know, I've been cruising around on this application a lot, and I've seen tons of folks saying "this too shall pass," but honestly, I don't 100% get it, like, is it some existential thing or just a fancy phrase to throw around when stuff hits the fan? 🤔 I've seen it on different threads, and it's like an invisible hand trying to pat people on the back when they're down, but does it really work that way? it makes me think: is there a magic moment when you know things are finally over, like some official "passing" ceremony? It's a bit funny, isn't it? when stuff is bad, we kind of hold onto this phrase like it's gonna save the day or something. but then again, when things are good, we're all hoping they don't "pass" like the good times should just hang around forever. It's like needing assurances that bad times are temporary while secretly praying the good stuff stays put. 🙃 Then again, I remember someone said "these too shall pass" while quoting that ancient king who wanted a phrase that'd put things into perspective irrespective of a situation; isn't it wild how something from way back then is like, still relevant now? Our great-grandparents probably even used that line, and now here we are, borrowing from their wisdom. So, maybe it's not about timing but how we perceive situations and hold onto hope; or, is it more about prepping ourselves to ride the ups and downs without freaking the heck out?

In a day-to-day setting, it's helpful in giving people assurance and making them feel like there's a light at the end of the tunnel, but with a seemingly perpetual cycle of passing and waiting for new days or events to occur, how do you stay grounded? sometimes I wonder if it's the world's way of saying also "hey, don't get too comfy," like a gentle nudge that life's dynamic and unpredictable, and that maybe no state of being is set in stone. And then, there are those people who casually drop "this too shall pass" as if they've got some golden master-key for all life's locks, and it makes me chuckle 'cause it's like, no one actually has the entire rule book for surviving life's storms, right? It's like we're all kindergartners in the grand school of life. Plus, the word "pass" sounds so passive and laid-back, almost like we're waiting for a magical transformation that requires no active participation, which is kind of comforting yet peculiar at the same time. Perhaps needing a phrase or philosophy that just sits with you on rough days without leaving a mark can be a strong enough testament to its value. "this too shall pass," even if not instantly comprehensible in its entirety, may indeed hold the soothing balm of enduring hope bundled in mere words, like a lifeline extended through time; and, wouldn't it be crazy if understanding its meaning was less about comprehension and more about how it feels? Seriously, stick those words somewhere prominent and let time scribe their meaning onto your soul with experience. just curious though: how do you guys see it? does it resonate like a silent companion during tough times, or does it all just seem overrated and blown out of proportion, in your opinion? 🤔 because sharing these phrases, seeking clarity, and expanding our grasp could be the start of untangling the threads of such enigmatic maxims. anyways, take care and good luck with the unraveling of life's chaos.

Honestly I’m in a bad mental state. I’ll admit it. I’m splitting while writing this.

It’s been years, years of smoking, weed, and arguments. And I’m so fucking sick of it. Sick of the way my nose burns, chest tightens, and my fists clenching. And before you question, “is this you smoking?” No, it’s my parents.

I’ve told them for YEARS I hate that they smoke, and I told them to not do it around me or I’ll yell at them. I think it’s pretty fucking clear I hate it??? I’ve told them to their face, but they fucking LAUGH. It all stems to when I was 6 ish, caught them in the bathroom smoking weed from a bong, breathing it out into the vents.

{present day, I’m 13.} I walk into the house after being gone for 4 hours, walking and playing with these dogs right? I open the door and walk up one step. It smells like FUCKING WEED. Smoke all around the fucking house. I’m already livid, I’ve told you 73 times. Isn’t that enough..!? And yes I’ve kept count because I’m petty as fuck. So i immediately say “I’m not doing this.. I’m just gonna go back.” And then my dad stops me like “I didn’t know you were coming back.” OF COURSE YOU DIDN’T!! EVEN THOUGH I TOLD YOU RIGHT BEFORE I LEFT??? DOES IT JUST GO THROUGH YOUR LEFT EAR AND PUT YOUR RIGHT? Anyway. So yeah. I was mad. I had the right to? So I stormed to my room as I’m so sick and tired of this addiction they have. Are they trying to make me like my sister? Make me addicted at 13 like her?

Before you feel sympathy for my dad, look at my other stories before commenting. Anyway cut my mom some slack.

man, i was so pumped about this new gig i scored. you ever just hype something up in your head like it's gonna change your life? that's where i was. imagining myself in this dream job, strutting in with that big shot energy, taking over the world one meeting at a time. i thought, finally, i'm about to be where i've always wanted, doing stuff that's meaningful and transformative. but damn, was i wrong. got there and everything felt like a major letdown. the work is dull, the team barely talks to one another unless it's about something trivial like the damn coffee machine breaking down, and don't even get me started on the so-called "growth opportunities" – what a joke. And suddenly, all that confidence I had just plummeted. it's like when you save up all your money for the concert of your all-time favorite band, only for the lead singer to show up inebriated and mumbling half the lyrics. feels like i’ve been suckered into buying a timeshare in disappointment town.

let me tell you about the point when reality hit. we had this big project that i was amped about... finally, a chance to shine. but turns out, the whole thing was just smoke and mirrors. the higher-ups didn't even care about the quality. seemed like they were more into playing politics than actually getting any meaningful work done. my input? brushed off like i'm some peon who speaks gibberish. my self-esteem took a nosedive off a cliff. it's all learning experiences they said, but hell, learning what? learning to suffer in silence while others pretend to paddle the broken canoe? what they don’t put in the job description is that sometimes the job is less about what you do and more about how you fit into the dysfunctional puzzle. gives you some gnarly flashbacks, doesn’t it? someday they’ll write this crap into a tragic comedy and we can all have a good laugh. ever read kafka? feels like that but without the cool existential reflections and too many office memos.

but hey, i'm not gonna sit around here sounding like debbie downer. i'm trying to find that silver lining in all this. recently, i started focusing on the small stuff. like, okay, the job sucks, sure, but that doesn't mean every day is a wash. i’ve met one or two folks who are genuinely decent, which is a rarity. sometimes we grab a beer after work and share horror stories, it helps to blow off steam. the thing is, the truth hurts but it's also kind of liberating, right? i'm learning (slowly, mind you) that i ain’t defined by a lousy job or how the higher-ups see me. that's just a blip on this radar we call life. and man, if there's one thing i've picked up, it's to keep an open mind and not let disappointments tether you. life’s too short to be bogged down by unrealized ideals. chase something else, like finding a passion or a hobby. who knows, maybe i'll be the next youtube sensation cooking questionable recipes. i mean, what’s life without a little spontaneity and gamble? So how do you cope when the daily grind gets you down? just curious if there's any universal hack out there we're all missing. 🤔