Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

My husband Alex and I have always been in a slightly better financial position compared to my sister Claire's family. This has somehow resulted in my parents going above and beyond for her, while our family receives considerably less attention. My daughter, Emma, who is 7, typically gets inexpensive toys from local dollar shops during gift-giving occasions, whereas her cousins are treated to elaborate LEGO sets, brand-new iPads, and even vacations to Disney World. If Claire needs someone to watch her kids last-minute, my parents don’t think twice. However, if I ask for similar help, I need to give them a notice of at least two weeks, along with paying them for their time.

This imbalance has genuinely affected the relationship between my daughter and her grandparents. Emma barely recognizes them as her grandparents; she usually thinks only of her dad's parents in that regard. Today, we had a rare family gathering at my parents' house. During the visit, Emma asked if she could play on the trampoline, which unfortunately was off-limits as it was "reserved" for my nephews. Despite her pleads, my father refused her request, leading Emma to storm off in frustration, loudly expressing her preference for her other grandparents. My parents then looked towards me, seemingly expecting me to scold her, but I didn’t.

Later, during a phone conversation, my mother insisted I should have corrected Emma, arguing it was inappropriate for her to express her feelings so bluntly. I responded by pointing out that they've never made much of an effort to prove they don't favor her cousins, which led to a silence before she reiterated that I should control what Emma says to family members before ending the call.

My husband supports me, although he has his reservations about my family. But I’m here seeking a third-party perspective: am I wrong in this situation?

It's rare for us to visit my parents; we only do so on festive occasions or under special circumstances, like today when I needed to retrieve a document left to me in a will. Regarding babysitting, I've asked only twice, during emergencies, and both times they were unable to assist. I have broached the subject of apparent favoritism before, but the response always circles back to the notion that we don't need as much help financially, which they say isn't favoritism.

Imagine if this situation unfolded on a reality TV show. Viewers would likely be up in arms seeing the overt preferential treatment and the cold refusal of a child's simple wish like playing on a trampoline. The stark contrast in treatment between the cousins could potentially spark outrage, and discussions about family dynamics and fairness could dominate social media platforms, enticing audiences to tune in week after week.

I was receuited on my school bus my lowerclass people saying they needed eyes in my class especially on one student and i was like sure fine... Fiture me is kind of regretting it. But this society is completly founded and powered by people in a lower class than me. But they aint joking, had me sign a whole official document(i read it) and now i hate to follow the commanding people and the mysterious authority person. Its a simple group tho, we just gather information on people for fun, which is tasked by the commanding people(founders) and sometime get revenge if deemed worthy and funny thing, managed to get one of the founders to admit he used chat gpt for punctuation and complex words😔✋

i’m 34 and honestly, i’ve put up with way too much crap at this job. harassment, gossip, constant side-eyes, and let’s not even talk about the disgusting comments from mark in accounting. my boss knows all of it. i told him straight up. twice. and what did he say? “oh, he’s just like that, don’t take it personally.” excuse me? the hell does that even mean? so now i’m done. i’m out. but here’s the kicker: i don’t even know how to say it. i want to walk in there, look him dead in the eye and say, “you failed.” because that’s what he did. he failed me. but how do you quit a job where the management doesn’t care about the people and just watches them drown? i keep drafting this email in my head and it always ends with “go to hell,” which is probably not HR-friendly, right?

anyway, i’ve been thinking back to all the little things. like the time i was working late and heard one of the guys say “she’s only here late to flirt with the boss.” what the actual hell. or how i wore a dress one day and someone asked if i was “trying to get promoted the old-fashioned way.” it’s been months of this garbage and not once did anyone step in. i even documented it. emails. screenshots. dates. times. nothing changed. my therapist told me, “you teach people how to treat you.” well, i guess i taught them i’m easy to ignore. not anymore. i’m not gonna play nice. but still, how do i tell him without flipping a desk? “dear boss, i’m leaving because you’re a coward and a spineless fraud who lets his team rot”? too much? maybe. but am i wrong?

maybe the right move is to just slide a letter across the table and bounce. no goodbye cake, no fake hugs, no pretending we’ll keep in touch on linkedin. just done. but there’s this tiny part of me that wants him to feel it, you know? to see that someone who gave their all decided it wasn’t worth it because he refused to grow a pair. if you know a better way to quit when you’re fuming and disgusted and exhausted, let me know; otherwise, i’ll just do it the way they deserve: quick, cold, and with zero explanation. maybe just one line: “you knew. you did nothing. i’m gone.”

My bf has had some troubles since he was very young when it come to sexual pleasure and to self pleasure as well.

We've been together 5 years now and 4 of them were very long distance. It was a bit of a problem even then since his sex drive on long distance was very high while mine not. We have moved now together and we've been living with eachother for almost a year. Our sex life hasn't been very intense but thats bc we both work a lot and fitness-wise we aren't that active. That, we dont mind, we've talked about it and it's enough for both.

But last holidays he went online and started sexting with an other girl including pictures. She was a stranger and he hasnt talked to her (from what i knwo) again. Last week it happened again and it was a different stranger. I know him well enough to know that he truly isnt the type to go and cheat but that self pleasure and sexual urge is very strong sometimes and he doesnt think about it clearly in the moment.

We have of course discussed it and he was the one to let me know later that evening bc he couldn't leep it anymore. It wasnt even that I or he didnt want to have intercourse but I was on my period and we dont do anything in the time of the month.

What hurts more ig is that this time instead of being at work while he did that i was in our office playing online with others and he was in the living room. Somehow that makes it worse? I cant explain it but it hasn't bothered me like this before. Last time i completely brushed it off and even forgot about it bc I understand him.

Idk what to think and how to handle this and i dont have anyone else to talk about it except for him bc he is my best friend as well.

I really love him and its not black and white. I just want to find a way to handle this.

i myself am 17 and i started talking to this guy lets name him john. i found john cute and we had a thing going on for a while. i cut him off after i got to know that he went to a spa and got a handjob from a lady who is twice his age?. he kept texting me asking me to work things out and i thought he was seriously in love with me.

this is where the actual story begins. today i followed back an old friend lets name him mike, he texted me asking why dont you and john talk anymore and i said it didnt work out. he later went on to explain me saying john called me a bitch and whore and said that i asked john for sex while he wanted to take it slow WHILE IN REALITY, the first day i met john, he got me drunk and tried to makeout with me and i said no and pushed him away. the next day i went to his place cuz he was home alone and he FORCED me into sex, he pulled down my pants unwillingly and kept saying "just the head please just for a bit" i kept saying "NO" multiple times but it was useless, he was already on top of me and i couldnt push him away and eventually it turned into a rape. when this happened i blamed myself and said im just overthinking and he probably didnt mean to do that, but then i found out that john was an actual serial rapist.

while me and john had a thing going on, john didnt like how i was following mike and kept asking me to block every account of his and said that "mike will say shit bout me that isnt true" but now i realise the reason why john wanted me to block mike. mike knew the truth about everything. i will share each story of how john raped these women.

from what i know, john was once talking to this 19 year old while he was 15 and consoled her cuz she was sexually assaulted by her boyfriend. next day he gets her drunk and take her to his old house's terrace and raped her there, the girl couldnt do anything but stay silent. john also once fucked his mom's bestfriend who was drunk sleeping on the bed, she was a 40 year old married woman. when she tried to sue john, johns parents (40yr olds bsf) payed them money so that they wont have to deal with something serious. john has done this to multiple women where he takes advantage of them while they are drunk or force them into sex and infact i found out that john only didnt get handjob from the spa but he also fucked the spa lady and ejaculated inside her WHILE he was sober. and mind you hes 15 and 16 in all this. and currently hes with mikes ex, cuz mikes ex wants mike to feel jealous so she got with john and guess what john did? force her into sex 3 times. AND worst part is she knows bout me and i was talking to john as well after all this. i was talking to john only because i thought he was genuine but after finding out about this im super disturbed and i started shaking cuz i finally realised that i was overthinking and he did actually rape me. i cant even blame him because after all that happened i still kept talking to him and tried to brush it off. oh btw hes not over his ex he dated for 3yrs and tht was really long back so every girl he dated he just used them for their body, his body count is more than 50.

its the fact that this guy has been getting away so easily with it is so fucked up, you see these things in movies... all these girls including myself are helpless cuz we cant sue him because we dont want any trouble and no one is going to believe us. this guy manipulates and lies his way thru just for sex and its genuinely disturbing, i dont think i can sleep anymore. his mom and dad knows about this yet they let him do whatever he wants. worst part is his mom is a proud feminist who says "women must be independent, she shouldnt be afraid to speak up blah blah blah" and when it comes to her son raping others suddenly she becomes blind and hes a really good guy in her eyes. i genuinely saw her as my role model but shes.. no words. if i were johns mom, id kill my son. i hope john goes through the worst karma in life that he wishes he was dead everyday but nothing lets him die so he just has to suffer daily in the most painful way.

I’m 13, a girl, and stuck in 8th grade with the person who assaulted me. I don’t want to live. If I don’t get help I’m killing myself.

I'm 15 and I'm feeling suicidal, the only reason I don't do it is because the few friends I have would be left traumatized and I don't want them to feel like shit because of me.

I hate my life, it's not bad per se, we're not poor but there's always something making me feel worse.

My dad gets angry at me for the littlest things and he's never helpful, he can't help in homework, doesn't do anything around the house other than cook. He gets angry like hell even only if I Huff around him that he'd say he'll slap me (he never did but it's still scary), my mom helps but she's overwhelmed, she's got work and me and my brother and then my dad because he cannot even do something that takes too much effort. I'm basically refraining myself from sharing opinions, saying what I really like or think or show anger when I get angry around him because anything could become a reason for me to get him angry.

He doesn't even fake to appreciate me, I get a good grade, well I was supposed to, there's no reason for me to even get a compliment, I get a bad grade and he shoves it in my face like it's fun that I did bad.

He's probably racist and homophobic, Ill never ever tell him my sexuality, and he keeps joking about me not being able to get a boyfriend otherwise he'll beat him up.

I cannot dress how I want, I'm not talking about miniskirts partying all night, I'm talking about not being able to wear simple alt clothing because he doesn't like it (he gets angry because of a choker, that doesn't even have weird shapes on it like satanist or something like that, it's just a heart in the middle).

I don't know what to do, I don't wanna keep going all this, all this shit just makes me worse and it feeds other insecurities I have and I don't know if there's a way to fix this. I don't want to ask them about getting a professional I can talk to because that way then I'd have to explain to them why I need it.

Recently, my partner and I celebrated a huge milestone by bringing our newborn son, Noah Alexander, into the world. The journey to deciding on his name wasn't straightforward, but we immediately fell in love with the name Noah after considering various options on the day he was born. Just 24 hours after his arrival, we were thrilled to introduce him to our family members, including my partner's sister, Sara, who has two sons (Ethan and Oliver) with her husband, Chris. Chris also shares a daughter from a previous relationship.

During the introduction, Sara was among the first to learn our son's name. Her reaction, however, caught us off guard when she expressed, "I've always adored the name Noah, but Chris wouldn't let me use it for Ethan because his ex already named their son Noah. Could you possibly think about using his middle name, Alexander, as his first name instead? It really does sound lovely!" Firm in our choice, I reassured her that, while I understood her situation, we had decided on Noah and would be sticking to it.

I presumed that would be the end of the discussion, but to my surprise, the topic resurfaced when Sara visited us at home a week later. I pointed out that it shouldn't have deterred her from using the name she loved, especially since the two boys wouldn't likely cross paths. They don’t attend the same school, share the same last name, or have any direct link except through their shared half-sister. I even mentioned that using the name in the future still might be possible—it’s a common name in our culture, which traditionally strengthens the bond among children sharing it.

It's important to note that Sara and I had never spoken about baby names before, nor did we have any agreements concerning them. The only complicating factor seems to be Chris's challenging co-parenting dynamics with his ex, which understandably impacts Sara. Although Sara and I maintain a good relationship, she typically avoids discussing matters involving Chris’s ex, so my understanding in this matter is quite limited. Should I feel like I've overstepped here?

Imagine if all of this drama unfolded not just in our personal lives, but on a reality show. The intensity of the situation could definitely escalate with cameras rolling, capturing every expression and reaction. How would the audience perceive my insistence on the name? Would they side with Sara due to the sensitivity of her situation, or applaud our firmness in keeping the name we loved? Reality TV thrives on such personal conflicts, magnifying every detail and potentially swaying public opinion either way.

Me and my boyfriend have been together soon to be two years now. I oftentimes have had to reprimand him about stupid stuff like him being overly kind to women and allowing it to cut into time that me and him spend together, but today I have found a rather compelling... Well... Discovery. So, he's been struggling with finding and keeping work but he always has money somehow. I did some snooping,(I know, I'm sorry) under suspicion that I'd find out maybe he has an alternative way of making money like OF or something but instead... He's been lying to women and "flirting" with them and making false promises to meet up with them, only to take money from them and end up spending it on me. (Gifts, dates, stuff I ask for or sometimes I post on my story.) The money he gets from working with his family, he spends on himself. I don't know what to say or do. As good as our relationship is, I've never expected some shit like this. I don't know. I am at a loss for words. I had to get it off my chest because I knew it'd eat me up knowing all day and not processing it. What the hell do I even do? Where do I start? It's only ever been women that have ignored the fact he tells them he's with me, or women who've been under my comments calling me ugly or fat or some shit. I can't even come up with the words.

Have you ever sat in your room, staring at the blank wall while the world outside continues its relentless pace, and wondered why you even bother to wake up each day? I mean, seriously, I'm nineteen and still asking myself this elementary question: What’s the point? Life, as I see it, feels like one stacked disappointment after another. Sometimes, I can’t help but feel like I’m just a ghost wandering through a living nightmare. Friends? Yeah, apparently I have a couple, but how many of them actually care? It’s like playing a game of pretend where everyone’s wearing masks, and I’m trapped inside my own. We laugh; we talk about pointless things that mean absolutely nothing. But deep down, I know that beneath the surface of those smiles is a sea of apathy, drifting quietly past as time ticks on. Like, do you ever get the sense that everyone is as lost as you are, but we’re just too scared to admit it? Days bleed into nights, and what do I have to show for it? A collection of half-finished projects and dreams that crumble every time I actually muster the courage to pursue them. Take school, for instance. I’m pushing through it, but I honestly can’t fathom why it matters. The grades, the pressure, the endless cycle of studies and exams—it all feels so trivial when you think about it. Not to mention the regrets that linger like smoke in the air, taunting me over lost opportunities and things I wanted to say but never did. How did I let it get this far? This overwhelming feeling of inadequacy weighs on me like an anchor, making it hard to even get out of bed some days. I mean, am I the only one who feels like I’m screaming in a crowded room and no one hears me? Sometimes the silence feels deafening. The moments between the chaotic noise of everyday life are filled with self-doubt, pulling me down into thoughts that spiral like a roller coaster out of control. Relationships are complicated, aren’t they? I see my friends dating, laughing, living lives full of passion, and I can’t help but wonder what’s wrong with me. Why can’t I find that spark, that fire that lights up the mundane? I scroll through social media, each post a reminder of what I lack. Life looks perfect through a screen, but in reality, it’s just a highlight reel, right? Are we all just actors in our own stories? I keep waiting for the moment when I finally feel alive, yet every time I think it might happen, it slips through my fingers like sand. What if all I am is a name on a list, an afterthought in someone else’s tale? I try to fill my days, consuming content, watching movies, playing videos games—it’s like I’m escaping into different universes where my real life feels even more distant. The thrilling escapades and heroic quests completely contrast the mediocrity of my existence. Yet, when the screen fades to black, I’m left alone again, confronting the echoing reality of my confusion and despair. Do you feel this way too? Like a spectator, just watching your life go by? I thought adulthood came with the promise of freedom and adventure, but here I am trapped in an existence I didn’t sign up for. At times, I think about the possible paths I could take—the ones I didn’t choose, the risks I was too scared to take. So many “what ifs” floating in my head. What if I had gone after that girl I liked in high school? What if I had taken a year off to travel? What if I actually pursued what I loved instead of what everyone else expected? We live our lives pretending to follow a script, but what’s written doesn’t reflect who we are inside. And here’s the kicker; despite all that feeling, I still wake up every day. I won’t lie and say that the night doesn’t sometimes stretch endlessly and leave me feeling hopeless, but a part of me clings to the thought that maybe, just maybe, it could get better. There’s still a glimmer of hope buried somewhere under all this confusion that tells me there has to be a reason for my existence, but for now, I’m just lost in the chaos. Who knows if I’ll ever find my way? Do you ever feel the same, or am I just rambling into the void? Why are we here? It’s a question I’m still struggling to answer.

being 19 is already confusing enough but when you add in having to come out to your parents, it becomes even more complex. i've been grappling with how to tell my parents that I'm gay. my father is not the most open-minded person around so I predict a significant amount of discomfort and potentially heated discussions. on the other hand, my mother seems more accepting but there’s still apprehension. it's essential for me to confront this identity revelation head-on because i've been hiding who I am for too long...and it's affecting my mental and emotional wellness.

recent studies show that familial acceptance is a critical determinant of happiness and self-esteem among young LGBT individuals. references from psychology today suggest approaching such conversations with empathy and patience while also setting boundaries for oneself. despite all the reading, i can't shake off this relentless anxiety about potential rejection or misunderstanding. balancing cultural norms against personal truth requires Herculean effort at times so here i am, trying to figure it out like so many others before me have.

The world moves in patterns. Some call it fate, others call it coincidence. But she? She calls it cruel.

She didn’t mean to notice him. She didn’t mean to find comfort in his presence, in the way he existed so effortlessly while she felt like she was constantly trying to prove she belonged. But the universe, with all its twisted humor, the way the way it seemed to thread him into her life without permission. It kept bringing them together—always almost, never quite. It was infuriating. It was ridiculous. It was… comforting.

And maybe, just maybe, that was the scariest part.

Maybe it was a test. Maybe it was a lesson. Or maybe it was nothing at all, and she was just a fool searching for meaning where there was none.

But if that were true… why did it hurt?

Dear me,

I see you in Math class right now, trying to ignore all those annoying loud kids. I'm doing the same thing. Math class is such a bother right? Anyway. Enjoy marching band today! I can tell you can't wait to see Kiara!

I know, all the friendgroup drama is getting you down. You feel like you're unimportant, like nobody likes you. But hey, that's not true! You have Amelia and Johne, and Kiara too! They all love you. Even if some of the others don't.

You just gotta learn to love yourself, that's what you gotta do. That's why you started 7Cups. So you could learn to love yourself. Make sure you keep up with that, by the way. I have the feeling it'll really help you through the clouds of your depression. And if [the other two] start to recognise your vents here on IIWIARS, you can switch to The Void.

Hey, you'll get through this. As I tell you in all of these letters, you'll be fine. Sure, some of the others hate you, but when high school comes, you won't have to worry about them because you'll have made new friends. Keep your head up.

I'm proud of you, you know. You've been dealing with this better than what I'd expect from most. You're actually trying to get better on your own.

You are never alone, you know. You have Amelia, and Johne, and Kiara. Whatever Emma said about you, whatever Bowie thinks, it doesn't matter. Because they don't define who you are. Only you do that.

You got this,

You

I worked as a pharmacy technician from 2018 to 2025, and for the first couple of years, I had to navigate a pretty toxic environment with two older women, whom I’ll call Gloria and Haven. Gloria was notorious for her drinking problem, and the only reason she kept her job was because she was the ex-daughter-in-law of the owner. Haven, on the other hand, was dealing with hormonal issues, which made her quite difficult to work with. I tried to keep my head down during this chaotic time, especially with COVID hitting and our pharmacy getting hacked. Gloria's constant absences and messy personal life created a lot of tension, and while some wanted to support her, I felt it was unfair that she was expected to be the glue holding everything together. Eventually, she got fired in 2022, but by then, I had already been dealing with the stress of Haven's constant criticism. She often apologized for her behavior, but it still took a toll on my mental health. I remember one instance where I was trying to split an oblong pill, and no matter how I explained that it wouldn’t break evenly, she kept insisting I was doing it wrong. It was exhausting. I showed her my pills, and she reacted strongly, saying it was disgusting and questioning how I would feel if I had to take something that looked like that. Her loud and dramatic nature made me feel even worse, and when she demonstrated how to break the pills, it turned out to be the same method I was using. I was terrified, feeling like I could never do anything perfectly. Afterward, I decided to talk to my manager about quitting and possibly going back to school. He offered to handle the situation and said we’d discuss it later, but I left early that day, overwhelmed and in tears. I still haven't fully recovered from that experience. The woman who confronted me has since changed after getting her thyroid checked and even apologized, but the embarrassment stuck with me. Then there was Danny, another technician who, despite being a gay man, had a knack for making people uncomfortable. He often boasted about his sexual exploits in a room full of older women, which felt completely out of place. I tried to ignore him, but it became increasingly difficult to deal with his inappropriate comments.

He started off by playfully teasing people about their mustaches, which seemed cute at first, but quickly turned into a brutal and uncomfortable vibe. It was like he was trying to assert dominance in a really awkward way, making everyone around him feel uneasy. Thankfully, he eventually left, but not before taking frequent smoke breaks during busy hours, only to return insisting he needed to control everything. Now that he's gone, there's another technician, let's call her Linda, who's always complaining about not being able to sit down, despite it being a stand-up job. She’s in her fifties and constantly talks about her miserable life, including her abusive marriage, which she seems to think is her only option. I’ve tried to encourage her to consider a life without that relationship, especially since her kids are grown, but she seems too scared to be alone. Meanwhile, I ended up becoming the pharmacy technician supervisor, not because I wanted to, but because I was too much of a people pleaser to say no. It turned out to be a huge mistake; the added responsibility and constant issues made every day feel overwhelming. She kept playing with the same old stuff and constantly complained about wanting to retire. I already knew her backstory—her husband had been abusive, and she believed marriage was her only option for survival. I suggested that there’s a whole world out there beyond marriage and maybe she should consider leaving him since their kids were grown and he had no hold over her anymore. I sensed her fear of being alone, but I didn’t want to dig too deep into that. I was busy dealing with too many mentally ill people myself, just trying to get through my workday. Eventually, I became a pharmacy technician supervisor because I was a people pleaser and didn’t stand up for myself. They figured since I didn’t push back, they’d promote me and give me a raise, which turned out to be a huge mistake. I hated that role; it came with so much responsibility and endless problems, making every day feel like a repeat of the last. It was like living in a hellish version of Purgatory. Unlike the show "Severance," where the characters have a clear divide between their work and personal lives, my memories from work haunted me constantly. I despised my job and wouldn’t wish it on anyone. Thankfully, I managed to find a work-from-home position in the worst job market imaginable, but I still carry the weight of my pharmacy experience with me every day. Since I started working from home, I've been grappling with some serious PTSD. I’m not full-time at my old job anymore, just working every sixth weekend, which isn’t too bad. However, my manager keeps piling on more facilities and sites for us to handle, and while my colleagues are managing, I’m overwhelmed with fear and anxiety. I’ve had chances to return to my old job or even explore new opportunities in pharmacy, but I feel like a shell of my former self and struggle to function in that environment. On the weekends I do work, I actually enjoy it; I loved the job and the pay, but the toxic atmosphere really took a toll on me. It’s wild to think that three people who made my work life miserable are gone now, yet I’m still haunted by the verbal abuse I endured. Gloria was outright racist, Haven was emotionally unstable, and Danny was just a miserable guy who thrived on making others unhappy. When I left, Danny expressed jealousy over my new job, but he’s not happy where he is now either. Looking back, I should have left that job much sooner. I spent six years there, always thinking I needed to quit, but the pay kept me stuck. Now that I’ve been working from home for four months, I’m grateful, but I still haven’t healed and instead find myself dealing with PTSD. Thanks for letting me vent; it helps a bit. I have a few friends to lean on and I’m in therapy, but I still can’t shake this feeling, so I appreciate the chance to share my thoughts with others.

Things at work are getting down and dirty. My boss and his secretary have become monsters, constantly attacking the company's top authority. It's happened once already, and it will happen again. They have no regard for others; they're only there for their own selfish interests, preying on everyone in the company. My boss's job involves organizing things, but he's taken advantage of it to go too far with me, completely violating my privacy, something I've had to protect myself from.

It's regrettable, but I used to consider that man my friend. However, for him, being a friend meant being there for me through thick and thin, even though we should be equals in the thick of things. Such behavior, total control. I feel completely at ease attending events with them soon. I would prefer a different situation, not out of fear, but because I don't feel they are worthy as people. In principle, there is no value placed on the homeland, only simple and blatant destruction, all at the expense of appearances and not evidence. This leads to the abuse of the limits of shame, and we know that these limits are often insufficient to establish the facts with certainty. Even when they are established, the limit is what prevails, for no other reason than to prevent future problems.

I believe it is necessary to tell these stories again and again, with no other aim than to encourage reflection on the limits within which we are embedded, the culture itself, and which define our mobility within our environment. Many people don't understand these limits and simply adopt passivity as a pause, when calmness regarding something is a state that is constructed and stems precisely from the distance from it. And all distance from something is constructed; when it comes to experience, it is not given. This isn't about geometric distance, which I think we confuse with other concepts, just as we do with many things related to emotions, where we confuse clusters with binary functions of the biological system that allows us to exist in the universe.

I'd like to be able to discuss these things with someone, but even I have to admit that they have limits to what they can tolerate. In principle, my approach is based on engaging with what I gain from experience, and of course, the way I access it is particular, according to the experience that connects me to that achievement, which is the reflection within it—those lines that allow me to see other perspectives starting from principles through which I viewed another. It's also necessary, I believe, to define these notions, which I think I'm achieving. It's essential, by any means necessary, to begin being critical of everything we use, precisely to use it judiciously and, moreover, to establish additions. It's about establishing more actions for life.

I've undoubtedly strayed from the topic I started with, but indeed, I'm discovering a way to access these achievements, these reflections. I feel proud, but what saddens me is not having anyone to share this journey with. Through these networks, I manage to share certain situations, but I don't start from a pre-existing premise, but rather from how I react to what I'm about to write. All my writing stems from this; it's about reacting to the ease of publishing online, in terms of the future it guarantees me, which is its publication. I would like, I must say, for the young woman with whom I've now found peace, thanks to this experience, to be here by my side so I could talk to her about these things, but it would be an inconvenience because she doesn't do these things. It would be bringing her into a conversation where she'd be completely out of touch.

It pains me to say it, but we're better off this way, through these chance encounters and the few words we can exchange. Although we share principles, she's more limited in the more developed aspects of mine, and more developed in the less developed ones. There's little we can do, and doing more would only hinder the relationship. And let's face it, the stage we're at right now is quite limited, precisely because of this lack of response. It's better to focus on what we can do effectively.

It's worth mentioning that, indeed, we have unique moments, just like in other relationships where I have the same limited scope. These moments are truly extraordinary. Of course, what we have in common is our shared principles, which allows for conversations and other activities that stimulate our growth. I feel the need to understand how we function, because indeed these relationships are not usual, but indeed, the issue still works and to say that they are not relationships, that they are nothing, is nothing more than failing to give a vision to that which moves my life, because indeed I take conditions into account.

I feel comfortable after all. After my boss's downfall, I feel I'm doing well, which also involved his secretary. I'm not comfortable with having to see their faces, because I believe that people like that, with that kind of attitude, will end up wreaking havoc on the company, not through me, but through others. For management, this duo represents a factor of instability, and even more so now, because they've been like this for a long time.

It's a shame that digital platforms for venting are so closed these days, to the point of not even being clear about their rules. Just yesterday, I finished venting and the platform limited me to writing until after a certain time. As I understand it, I wrote too much, of course, perhaps because I sent many messages in a short period of time and it ended up being marked as spam by the system. I didn't understand it until now.

I don't feel capable of going any further with these friendships; the way we are, the way we guide each other in safeguarding our interactions within a culture that prioritizes egalitarianism as the basis for social relations, is more than enough. I fear that these people don't enjoy the same lifestyle as me, where they spend their time writing and, consequently, developing a wide range of responses. Their responses are based essentially on gestures, on essences where there is no dialogue, in effect, a product of the lack of a constant exercise in constructing language. They are situated in a specific environment, and I can't expect to make drastic changes. In principle, there would be resistance, given that it would confront what their absence from that environment would imply. It is an exercise in empathy, undoubtedly, defined as the contemplation of the conditions in which the other is in relation to a certain situation and which makes their modus operandi decisive: Hence we say that this exercise results in an act of caution, why not say it, by inertia.