Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

I'm not even shocked at this point hahahah they've done that to me before years before they gonna do it again right now lol 😂

Living in a building is a problem: everyone can hear what you're saying in your home. From what you say or express, people can take something and use it to question you. You feel like your privacy is being invaded.

In fact, you can't carry out activities without fearing people's scrutiny. Everyone is listening to what you're saying thanks to the silence, which is invaded by the physical traces our activities leave behind. The neighbors, above all, listen to you.

In an apartment, I never know when a neighbor is listening or not, or even plotting. In an apartment, like in a house, people live with an unknown way of thinking, usually, in my opinion, without a thorough review of the structure of ideas, ensuring that such elements are descriptive, quantitative, and then qualitative. In short, you don't know how your neighbors might act based on their knowledge of your lifestyle.

Indeed, living in a building is something that produces fear. I feel like everyone knows about your life in some way. Sometimes I freeze up when people ask me questions because I don't wait for someone to be paying attention to what I'm doing, mainly because my mind is on my own. But this very lack of interest in many people—to do something with their ideas, their impulses, to produce knowledge, art, or some other aspect—is what makes them seek relief in observing others. This doesn't mean they don't stop watching the news or anything else, but the truth is, it's related to events outside their lives. Of course, this in turn leads them to tune into ways of finding control over their environment, of course, since it involves these people.

I wish I didn't live in a building, but in a house, of course, where there's distance from other houses and where nothing inside would leak out. I wish absolutely no one knew a single detail about my life, because I don't know how I would deal with it. Thanks to this, to this day, I feel limited in my activities, at least after my neighbor asked if I used something certain in the house or not, which made me feel like she was trying to scrutinize the house without my permission. In other words, I feel like she overruled me and my father's as well.

I feel like I'm writing all this because my father and I weren't given permission to conduct such an investigation. It's like feeling like my neighbor doesn't take us into consideration and has no qualms about entering the land, asking questions, or giving directions. Some might say my way of feeling is exacerbated, but I feel like this is a consequence of having delved into a space where the outside world doesn't intervene to carry out actions. It's a feeling that the ground inside my house has been shaken. I think it's because the impact is so profound that it's hard for many people to visualize the impact.

I have to say, taking advantage of this space, that since I've been in this realm of introspection, I feel things to a greater extent than others, mainly because I'm constantly allowing my emotions to flow. This makes me realize that an aunt who told me she didn't know how to express my emotions is a person who simply speaks without reason; every day that woman gets into a worse position for me. In short, this spirit has made me capable of discerning things like the ones I'm raising here. I feel that deep down we should all do this exercise, so that what we express doesn't turn us into attractive material for suggestion.

I'm being serious. Indeed, I know that things like this should be considered more or less character-based, like many others, but that is denying that everything that happens to us creates a 90/10 effect, where 90% are ideas touched upon and unrelated to the case and 10% are ideas specific to the case. I feel like this is what I'm expanding on. No one should be able to take a subject in a pleasant way from the start. That, in principle, is impossible thanks to this effect, which is also intrinsic to human beings. I feel that I have sometimes been humiliated simply for showing something that many don't like to elaborate on; they seek to expose themselves to their own cognitive functioning.

Indeed, and I must admit, I feel I exaggerated by elaborating on this regarding my neighbor's actions, as it all stems from that. However, I call myself exaggerated because, in principle, acts of reflection, expression of words, as well as the character's grieving process, are not things that are usually done; rather, it is simply a matter of simply letting it go. Even so, I say that there is an exacerbation solely because of statistics and that it does not imply that I am taking a course of action. By doing so, I demonstrate that such reactions are normal, as it allows me to align with my feelings.

I’m 13, female and I went on a website looking for someone to talk to so I could vent about my issues with my family. My family, while I love them, has flaws. My parents, even though they’re divorced, still live together in my Mom’s apartment with me and my sister. It had been a rough divorce and I’m not sure if I’m fully over it but I still have lasting things going on. My mom and dad mutter bad things about each other, mostly my dad though. Living in an apartment it’s easy to hear through the paper thin walls and his loud voice doesn’t help. I don’t know if my little sister notices or not but I hope she doesn’t. Anyway, I went on a website that was 18+ where you could talk to strangers anonymously. As expected there were a lot of weird people on there but I skipped past them and found a few good ones. I matched up with this one German guy. I live in New Jersey, USA so we’re nowhere near each other. I found it cool I could talk with someone across the world and we talked about the different countries and our lives. He told me he was 22 and I said I was 19 since the age was 18+. I probably shouldn’t have ever gone on in the first place but I was desperate for someone to listen to me. So we talked and talked. He was really nice and sweet and he listened to me and gave feedback. I told him my insecurities and he said that I was perfect the way I was and not to worry about it and let it drag me down, despite not even seeing a picture of me or anything! I felt so seen and heard. We both had cats. I had one and he had too so we talked about that and made jokes. He was funny and made me smile. So, when I started picking up on him flirting with me I was flattered but dread started to pile up. I liked the flirting, I never felt so nice like I had nothing to change or worry about. Not to mention I’m fairly socially awkward and not on the popular side in my school so while everyone started to date and experiment I lagged behind. Maybe a bit ridiculous I know but I always wanted something like true love. Or even just someone to cherish me like the guys in the books and shows.. and he gave me that. I told him I was part French but only by blood and I didn’t really know French but we still joked about it. I’m in French class so I knew a few French words and sentences so I showed him just as fun, things like how to order from a restaurant and whatnot. He said he had a thing for French girls and I couldn’t help but feel happy and the flutter in my stomach I never really felt before. The time difference was major and he had to go to sleep soon as it was very late at night, or rather early in the morning for him. I never flirted back but I did pick up on all of his. How he wished me goodnight in French, he called me hun, said specific things about comments I made that I knew he did intentionally. That problem is, I’m 13, not 19. It’s wrong and nothing will ever come of it but he doesn’t know that. I’m cat fishing him and I didn’t even mean to! I’m not sure what to do. I’ve been a genuine connection like that for so long and I feel so good around him, he said I make him smile by talking with him. But he doesn’t know I’m 13. I don’t want to let go of what we have, I’m afraid I’ll never find something like that again. I know it can never happen though. And even if I could manage to just stay on a friendly level I’m sure the feelings wouldn’t go away and it wouldn’t change the fact that I have to keep pretending to be 19. He’d find out eventually or at least get suspicious right? I couldn’t tell him, he’d be furious of course and I don’t want to lose the friendship and connection I have. I don’t know what to do now.

i am ussaily a kind person. i take care of my family whether it be my adoptive parents and siblings or my biological family. i have always wondered though why doesnt anyone wanna take care of me? you know love me they way i love them. Now i am fine by myself most of the time but sometimes i need love too. i wanna be taken care of i wanna be asked how my day was or how am i today. but its like no one is really worried about me or what am i doing. so for me to be able to feel some kind of love i get into relationships. i was with this one boy who loved me endlessly but there were things in the relatioship i did not like. he didnt want me to be me. he didnt aprrove of my friendships or that i went to parties to drink or nothing. he just wanted me to stay home locked in my room because thats what he liked to do but i personly did not want to because of the fact that its hard for me to keep friends if i dont go out people wont nessacrily care about what i do and he knows that. and maybe he was just trying to protect me but i just couldnt do it there were so many things that differ from us. and so it fissed out after a while. and now i am single and i hear the rumors about me being spread that i cheated on him or that he cheated on me but idk imk confused but i was so desperate for love somewhere i didnt even care if he did cheat on me or not it didnt seem tht big of a deal to me. i just wanted someone to be with me through it all. now i am talking to this boy and i am asking him questions that i didnt ask my ex in the begingg because i am scared this new boy will be the same as my ex. i just want to be loved like truly loved by someone. and i dont know what to do because i do love myself but i am ready to be with someone who loves me to.

I have these day dreams where I torture people or I have to sacrifice myself to save everyone else and some days I'm happy but other days I feel like the life force I was born with is fading away into nothing.

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. 🤔

I'm feeling really confused at this point. What are we? WHAT ARE WE??? We exchange pictures, give each other words of affirmation, and are open and vulnerable with one another. What's worse is that he sees me as a friend. I'm his FRIEND. I don't necessarily want to be his girlfriend or anything—I'm sure neither of us is ready for that—and he doesn't view me that way. But AGHHHHHH! You can't say, "You're like a flower that hasn't bloomed. You just haven't had room to reach your full potential," and then follow it up with, "Love you too, buddy 🤍🤍." The white hearts indicate platonic love. He does send me red hearts too, but not as often as the white ones. He told me that I had restored his faith in humanity since we met, and that he had stopped looking for someone else. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT.

I want to be in a relationship with him, but I'm not ready, and it's not possible for us right now. Yet, does he really not have feelings for me at all? He mentioned that he can't really feel romantic emotions. I understand that, but it feels contradictory given everything he just told me. Help please.

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

i hate my body right now. i don't know if there's any way out besides starving myself. it's the way I was able to lose fat in the past. working out or eating healthy takes too long and too much discipline. i hate hating my body. i want to love my body. i have before. i used to be in love with it, but suddenly I get a little bit bigger on literally JUST MY WAIST AND I HAT E IT> how is that possible. how is it possible that I only grow in one spot. it's making me so upset. it's not fair. nothing else growns. my hips don't grow, my arms don't grow, my legs don't grow JUSt my waist. it's so upsetting. it's so upsetting. it's so upsetting. i just wish I could personify my torso and then hurt it. i don't want to hate any part of myself. i want to love myself as I am .

My sister and her friends often talk about their serious problems with each other through text. My sister sometimes allows me to read what they say, but whenever I see her talking bad about me I feel hurt even though I'm the problem. She wouldn't be complaining to her friends if I didn't offend her but she never tells me how she feels so I don't know when my actions genuinely hurt her. I'm a little upset she allows them to talk bad about me and say my dreams are worthless and never going to happen, but do I have the right to feel offended when I caused this? I'm worried to talk to her because I'm afraid she'll tell her friends or not take me seriously.

I once shared my life with a man, Martin, who suffered greatly from alcohol addiction. Unfortunately, this battle with substance abuse overshadowed our relationship, leading to a breakdown, and ultimately, our divorce. Tragically, Martin passed away from complications related to his alcoholism. Time moved on, and I found love again, remarrying a kind man named James, though my daughter Sarah, from my previous marriage, has struggled to accept him, fueling a bit of tension at home.

Sarah is soon to be wed, and while the occasion should be joyful, the preparations have surfaced some challenges concerning honoring family. Sarah expressed a desire to display a photograph of Martin at her wedding ceremony, a gesture I find touching as it acknowledges her father. However, her plans extended to having me sit next to this photo during the event, isolating my current husband, James, from sitting by my side. Even at the family table, she wished to seat me alongside the photograph with no place for James.

I voiced my objections, stating such arrangements made me uncomfortable. This response provoked a rather heated reaction from Sarah, who accused me of being selfish and dishonoring her father's memory. I had to stand firm; I suggested that should these plans go ahead, I would feel compelled to miss her wedding altogether.

Such a confrontation didn't sit well with Sarah, who branded me as uncaring, and now, other relatives have begun weighing in on the issue. The situation is becoming distressingly divisive.

If my family dilemma were part of a reality show, it might draw quite a mixed reaction from the audience. Viewers might split, with some empathizing with my position on maintaining respect and unity in my current marriage, while others might side with Sarah, seeing her actions as a tribute to her late father. Reality TV thrives on emotional conflict and difficult family dynamics, so this scenario would fit right in, perhaps stirring up discussions about family loyalty, grief, and new beginnings.

The complexities of blended family relationships and honoring past connections would likely resonate with many, sparking widespread viewer engagement and perhaps even debate over the best way to handle such sensitive family matters.

So... help me... Am I the one being unreasonable here? 😅

What do you think about "social media detox"?

It's good?

It's bad?

I'm happy and stable but I think that I need to focus on more important things than spending time on social media

i’m not sure if there’s an age limit on here so i’ll just say it from the get go: i’m a freshman in an american high school. that’s significant. i know this might sound childish to you guys.

since the start of middle school, i’ve played in band as a clarinetist. me and my friend who ill call E bonded quickly since i had prior knowledge of the instrument and he learned very quickly. there were 17 clarinetists at first, the. the next year there were 10, then 6, and now just the two of us are left. it doesn’t matter, since we’re in a larger band. there are like 9 clarinetists and we are all good friends.

i’m a gay guy, i figured that out mid seventh grade. i liked this one boy, we’ll call A, throughout 8th. i was low key obsessed. i had started to grow out my hair, and i didn’t put much effort into fashion, so looking back on it, it shouldn’t have been a surprise when i was rejected by A. over the summer and throughout the fall i’ve felt the agony, i mean i’d been rejected before but never so directly. I got a haircut and had a glow up imo after that.

a few months ago i could kind of feel that thing, like a nagging feeling telling me there’s someone i like. i don’t know how to explain it, but it always seems to happen a few months after you’ve started to lose feelings for someone. all of a sudden i feel some attachment and attraction to several people. it always happens, no big deal. eventually my brain latches onto one of them and the others fade. and that’s usually okay.

but this time, i can kind of feel my brain starting to latch onto E. i can’t stop thinking about him. he’s probably my best male friend, and he knows i’m gay, but we don’t talk about it a lot. he’s never outright told me he’s straight but he has told me about his various crushes on girls. he’s never acted on them, but maybe noticing that is part of my brain hoping for the best. the other clarinetists and us are a very tight knit group, and we talk and laugh a lot during class. i think one of them, a sophomore girl ill call C, has noticed something. E used to always wear his hoodie with the hood on. slowly, he started pulling the hood down. now he comes in with a puffer jacket (we’re in the pnw) and says “i only wear it so i can take it off.”

i’ll be honest. E is a much better clarinet player than me, and so is C. but E doubles on trumpet. he’s just so good. i’m sort of jealous. also he’s skinny, (i’ve imagined him before), and has recently had a glow-up. i’m just scared he’ll start getting an influx of girls and i’ll be left alone. C almost definitely notices my prolonged stares, like randomly during class i’ll just find myself looking at E, and maybe even making eye contact.

OKAY so here’s the point. i don’t want to tell anyone for these reasons:

-he’s straight(?)

-if i did it would make my feelings real

-were freshman, we’ll have to be awkward for the rest of high school. i adore our easy conversations

-i’m afraid he’ll think i’m weird

-not to mention i don’t even fully know if i like him, there are several other candidates

i’m on here so i can get this out with anonymity.

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I have a fetish where I am attracted to (extremely) large individuals. I don't know how I got it, or why I have it; it's just stuck with me, and I hate it. It doesn't let me be attracted to a normal, healthy person and I hate myself for allowing it. Here's the main issue. For most people, they can draw art of this, rp, talk about it, etc, bc they're adults.

I'm not. I'm only 14. Almost every server I've tried to get on to is labeled 18+ in some way. l've tried to be sneaky and apply to a few while lying about my age, but they always find out. In the few servers where I am allowed, it is still mostly adults; making me feel very uncomfortable talking to them at all. I feel alone, because there's no one to help me, or at least live with it alongside me, my age. I’m tired of having something I cannot control define who I am.

It sounds hardless. But my uncle is a fatshamer who says I'm ugly because I'm overweight. My grandma has lost her marbles and also talks about me being overweight. My other grandma is a nymphomaniac who makes me hella uncomfortable. The other uncles basically doesn't exist and the one I got along with really well died in front of me...and my parents are...Well...debatable. They want me to pay 400 in rent and that was fine when I earned 1800 by working 6 days a week for 8 hours a day (I'm on minimum wage) now with uni They cut my hours. I pay for everything myself and I pay for my little brother's stuff. I cannot afford 400 in rent. And they just said "stop buying things" and I'm like...I go out twice a week for coffee. That is it. The rest is spent on THEIR son. I cannot afford to move out because I have no secure job nor hours. But yet I'm the villain. And I have "no problems in life". I go to work where I'm being mistreated just to be used, judged and still be broke.