Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

alright fam, i gotta put this out here coz my brain's been cookin' on it for way too long. ever since i heard that 'if you think you might be gay, then maybe you are,' i've been questioning myself like crazy. mostly about how i'm supposed to even know, ya know? like, i get the attraction part, seein' a cutie walk past and thinking daaaamn... but what does it REALLY mean? 🤔

one minute i'm chilling watching netflix just vibing by myself and the next something pops up in the show and boom! i'm all tangled up in thoughts about whether or not it's normal to feel stuff about both dudes and chicks. it's like being stuck with dialup internet when everyone else has WiFi - slow as hell connectivity between my heart and mind.

i've read some studies from reputable places saying sexuality is fluid blah blah but let's be clear: studies ain’t getting involved in awkward convos at picnics with your fam about “why dont you have a gf yet?” or having mates assume you're into someone coz they're body type instead of their gender identity. it messes with your mojo man!

every time i try shar-ing this with someone comfortably close (my best bro knows shit), they throw sayings like 'you'll figure it out'. ugh thanks buddy...valuable input right there! trying labels feels weird too man - bi, gay, undecided technicolor dreamcoat maybe?! who knew discovering personal truths doubled as athletic endurance training?

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I've been caring for my foster daughter, Sophie, age 13, for over a year now after her parents tragically passed away due to a drug overdose. Meanwhile, my biological daughter, Emma, who is 12 years old, usually gets along well with Sophie, although they sometimes squabble over trivial matters.

The situation took a serious turn a few weeks ago when the police unexpectedly showed up at Emma’s school. An unknown person had sent a tip to the school administration claiming that Emma was carrying drugs. This led to a distressing scene where her phone, locker, and backpack were searched. To everyone's surprise, the alleged 'drugs' were actually just Skittles that had accidentally spilled out in her bag. Emma, being the gentle and reserved girl she is, was absolutely petrified during the ordeal and suffered a panic attack from the sheer fear of the consequences.

Initially, the informant was anonymous, but Emma suspected that it might have been Sophie, as she was the only one who might have seen the candy in her bag. At first, Sophie denied these claims, but as the pressure mounted, she burst out confessing. She claimed it was an honest error, fueled by her deep-seated fears from her past—concerned that Emma might end up like her own parents.

While I understand Sophie has had traumatic experiences related to drugs, it doesn't serve as an excuse for her actions. I’ve always maintained an open door policy at home, urging the girls to come to me with any issues or concerns. Despite this, Sophie chose to bypass talking to me or Emma and directly reported to the school, fully aware of the potential legal consequences her actions could have triggered, potentially jeopardizing the custody arrangements for both of them.

Believing that her motivations weren’t entirely innocent—especially since Skittles are clearly not drugs—I decided to impose consequences on Sophie. This included grounding her, stopping her allowance, adding extra chores, and confiscating her electronics for the entire summer. She protested, claiming my reaction was excessive and that she was being punished for her past trauma and trying to protect her sister. However, I believe I have a responsibility to teach her about the severity of causing unnecessary legal issues based on misunderstandings.

Now imagine if our family dispute were to unfold on a reality show. The audience could have had a mixed reaction, likely split between sympathizing with Sophie’s traumatic past and understanding the protective nature of a parent's response to safeguard both children and prevent legal troubles.

What the hell is happening in my own house?? I used to think I had it together—career, family, routine. But lately, I wake up already exhausted, and it’s not because of work or age. It’s these damn teenage kids!!! Every day is a damn psychological battle!!! Mood swings, slammed doors, sarcastic answers, zero respect for boundaries!!! And don’t get me started on screen time—why the hell am I always the bad guy for setting limits??? I try to keep calm, but my voice always ends up shaking, like my whole system’s on overload. Hormones?? Sure. But what about mine?? Am I supposed to just keep absorbing the chaos until I crack?? Is that the plan?? Because it sure feels like it.

Even basic things like dinner or chores turn into full-blown negotiations!!! I’m not their damn project manager!!! I ask for plates to be cleared, and somehow I’m triggering a “mental health episode”??? I didn’t sign up for emotional hostage situations every evening!!! And don’t give me that “gentle parenting” crap—I’m not trying to be their friend, I’m trying to keep the household running without going clinically insane!!! Do they see what they’re doing??? Or am I the only one who’s drowning in this mess??? I walk into their rooms and it smells like puberty and rebellion had a baby. I’m not even trying to fix them anymore. I’m just trying not to lose myself in the process.

So yeah, I’m scared. Scared that one day I’ll snap and not come back from it. I have intrusive thoughts I don’t want. I hear my own voice and don’t recognize it. Ever feel that?? Like you’re watching yourself spiral but still expected to drive carpool and make dentist appointments??? I go through the motions like a damn automaton, but inside, I’m questioning my own stability every five minutes!!! Is this what it looks like before you lose your mind??? Or am I already halfway there??!! I don’t need a diagnosis or sympathy. I just needed to write this out before I scream at a wall or throw my phone at something. Maybe someone out there gets it. Maybe not. Doesn’t matter.

my bf is out of town for the week for his family’s vacation and yesterday was day one and he barely talked to me and he said he would do better today and today he has talked a bit more than yesterday it still is not showing any effort. And then we where on the phone and his cousin let her friend come and he and her where laughing a lot and I just found it very weird and it seemed like she was flirting

Yesterday we had a very intense conversation about how I was feeling with everything in life and I tbh ought everything would get better but now I feel it has not

is she cheating on me?

I found a receipt for a pair of expensive men's shoes in her purse. She only wears heels, so it’s been eating away at me. My mind immediately goes to the worst-case scenario. Maybe there’s a reasonable explanation, but with the way she’s been acting lately, I can’t help but wonder if something is really off. She’s been changing her phone passwords more frequently, which is just... not like her. I feel lost and confused.

I talked to a friend about it, and he mentioned that changes in behavior like this can sometimes point to something sneaky going on. I don’t want to be that paranoid person, but I can’t shake this feeling. On one hand, I know I should give her the benefit of the doubt, but on the other, I’ve noticed some things that are really bothering me. She has been a little less engaged during conversations, almost avoiding eye contact at times, and when I ask her about where she’s been, her answers are vague.

Maybe it’s all just coincidence. Maybe I’m reading too much into things that don’t even matter. Should I just wait for something more concrete before I say anything? Or do I risk ruining whatever we have by bringing this up now?

I usually rely on logic and data, but relationships are messy. Maybe I need to talk to her, to clear the air, instead of letting this suspicion fester. I just don’t know if that will lead to a resolution or if it will make everything worse.

I've been obsessing about this for a long time.

Why? Why are we alive? Why give life when it's easily taken away?

I don't want to die, that's scary. But I know that it's because that I've been given life that I'm scared of it being taken away.

I still have a long way to get there, but sometimes, I think really hard about it and it gives me this ugly feeling in the chest.

I want to believe that there's something beyond death but I just can't do it. How do people not think about their short lives? How can they live not thinking about their inevitable death? Because it gives me pressure, it pressures me to HAVE to leave something on earh, something that proves that I was once alive, something like a big invention, to be famous, inspire people.

Please, someone, anyone, make living forever possible. I don't want to leave my life, I want to stay here, read everything that exists, do everything that it's possible to do. I don't want to leave incomplete, without those I love, without the things I like to do.

i’ve been sitting on this for a while because i don’t even know if it’s my place to bring it up, but it’s been eating at me. a close friend—let’s call him ben—confided in me about his struggles with porn addiction. he didn’t use those exact words, of course. he said things like, “i think i overdo it” and “it’s messing with how i see people.” i didn’t know how to react. i just listened, nodded, told him it’s okay to talk about it. but the truth is, i felt wildly underqualified. i don’t have experience with addiction. i don’t even know what’s considered “normal” anymore with all the stuff floating around online. still, i want to help him. i’m just not sure how.

we talked again a few days later. he mentioned trying to stop but always ending up “relapsing” after a few days. that’s when it hit me—it’s not about willpower. something deeper’s going on. i asked if he’d thought about therapy. he shrugged and said he didn’t think it was “that serious.” is it ever “that serious” in your own mind until someone else tells you it is? i didn’t push him but i planted the seed. maybe that was enough, maybe not. i don’t know. he also talked about how it’s affecting his relationships, how he finds it hard to feel emotionally close to someone when his brain is so rewired. that’s what he said—rewired. like it’s not just a habit, but a full-on shift in how he thinks and feels. scary stuff, honestly;

then came the real curveball. he asked me to hold him accountable. to check in with him, to “help him track progress.” and i wanted to say yes, i really did. but i also knew that puts me in a spot i don’t fully understand. like, what if he fails and feels ashamed to tell me? what if i say the wrong thing and make it worse? i’m not a sponsor or therapist. i’m just a friend. so i told him that, plainly. i said i’d support him and check in when i can, but he needs to be the one steering the ship. he seemed to get it. we talked about maybe finding some online communities—there’s got to be a subreddit or forum somewhere, right? not just for the addiction part but for figuring out how to build healthy habits again. i think that’s the bigger picture here—replacing the behavior with something real, something grounding.

but here’s the thing i keep circling back to: how do you really help someone with a porn addiction? not just nod and say “i’m here for you,” but actually support them in a way that leads to something better? is it about sending resources? is it just being a steady presence? or is there a line where being supportive turns into enabling or putting yourself in an emotional spot you’re not ready for? i don’t have the answers. i’m not sure anyone truly does unless they’ve lived through it. but if you’ve been there, or helped someone who has, what did you do that actually made a difference? what should i avoid? i want to be there for ben, but not at the cost of either of us getting pulled deeper into a place we’re not ready for.

For the longest time, I’ve been stuck in this cycle of excuses. I’d wake up every morning telling myself I’d make changes, that today would be different, but by the time the day ended, I was back to square one. Whether it’s eating healthier, exercising, or even just cleaning my space, I keep putting it off. I’d tell myself, "I’ll start tomorrow," but tomorrow never seems to come.

Yesterday was my breaking point. I was scrolling through social media and saw an old friend post about running their first marathon. I remember how we used to run together, how much I loved it back then. And now? I can’t even jog up the stairs without feeling winded. It hit me like a ton of bricks—what am I even doing with my life? Why do I keep finding reasons to avoid what I know I need to do?

I looked around my apartment after that. Clothes piled up on the floor, dishes in the sink from who-knows-how-many days ago, and a gym membership card collecting dust on the counter. That’s when it finally clicked—it’s time to stop. It’s time to stop avoiding the hard stuff, time to stop pretending everything will fix itself, and time to stop being my own worst enemy.

I don’t have a perfect plan yet, and honestly, I’m scared I’ll slip back into my old habits. But I know I can’t keep going like this. If I don’t make a change now, when will I? Maybe writing this out will help me stay accountable. I don’t know who needs to hear this, but if you’re feeling stuck too, maybe it’s time to stop and take the first step. We’ve got this.

I'd like to do more, but I can't. They behaved like thugs, using the marginalization of the girl without any compassion. Resolving things by replicating violence in another way isn't the way to promote coexistence, and that's everyone's responsibility, although some are specifically assigned to that role. It's not something that excludes others. These people even told me how I should relate to others, how to establish my connections with them, when that's something inherent to the nature of our relationship. It's not something that can be manipulated or controlled in one way or another, because that leads to an artificial existence. I'm not going to be involved with the company, nor can I pretend to be. Being involved artificially, through that "being there or not being there," hinders the natural development of relationships, which is what the girl intended, until she realized that with me, it was precisely that which was causing problems for her progress, because I could leave and she would still feel a chance of returning. With me, her desire to keep relationships within a certain framework was impossible, and she was certainly judged for it, as she was emphatic about it. These scoundrels were extremely discreet about it; they didn't feel like they belonged, just as she didn't, precisely because the others didn't share her same spirit—that of being confined with the rest, of sharing interests, of getting involved. It's a fear of intimacy, undoubtedly, but even within a company, that's not easy; rather, it hinders its development. There's a factor of effort required to endure it, and the justifications certainly support the position, the idea being that we all feel empowered.

That girl, for the love of God and Jesus Christ, has certainly pulled through. Now she manages to fit in with the others, like a nail in its place, like a piece of wood fitting perfectly into the whole she's part of. She's an enthusiastic person who feels like she belongs, in her own way, in her own style. While her presentation might not be entirely pleasant given the social standing present, she's perfectly entitled to show her true self. In fact, that's the spirit that's essential in any company. I won't ask her to do that with me, because I'd feel completely unfamiliar. Between us, the past, in any form, isn't relevant to me. What matters is coordination in the present, what we're going to do right now, and then we'll see what we use to achieve it. The past, I believe, can't be an option from any perspective. Instead, we should appreciate that we tolerate each other's silences. Each of us has our own life, in our own way, and we each have an interest in the other, in our own way, but we must acknowledge that we are all different. That's the foundation of our love, something these scoundrels don't understand at all. They aim for homogenization by any means necessary, leaving one between a rock and a hard place, driven by their fear of what others might say about being with them. For them, what matters are the opinions of others, and that's where their satisfaction comes from. Between this girl and me, what matters is the embrace of "us," which we've worked hard to build over a long period, to embrace the fact that this is our space, this space between us, which is part of our lives. But I insist, we also honor the fact that we already had other things.

These scoundrels rely on empty rhetoric to confine realities, to bind them. Between us, it's not like that. We don't live in imposed peace, but in peace built by taking risks and, from there, establishing empathy. After all, every day could be our last. These scoundrels claim that empathy is the key to maintaining their image, always pointing to the future, of course, in a completely naive way, since they are simply imposing the current situation. For God's sake, I don't feel they understand a single word I'm saying, even though one of them is a professor at one of the most prestigious universities in my country. To me, he's become a guy who holds a degree, who responds politically to the demands of knowledge and the teaching profile, but in reality, he's not a man of integrity and carries out transferential practices in his work. I've never heard him, for the love of Jesus Christ, cite any theory as his guiding principle; this is something the work group to which this young woman belongs does, bureaucratically and only in this way. They understand that they don't control her, something these scoundrels failed to grasp, and it's become perfectly clear to them that we're only here for the job and nothing more.

Sentimentality isn't something to be embraced by these types, because they don't understand change, something this young woman and I have understood, something we have embraced. Among the others in the company, continuity of form is embraced; between her and me, it isn't, and that's what gives us that feeling that everything could always end, because of some misfortune. But we forget that there's always something we'll do in the face of adversity, something that has served to bring us closer and closer, in the sense that we face life's arbitrariness; we're not a closed world, but an open one. Of course, this is entirely a victory, because I saw that the young woman had an interest in me, and I in her, even though she won't admit it. I was always drawn to her strong, rebellious spirit, and her way of speaking, which made me see that she could defend her principles to the letter, but every outcry always exposes doubt about those principles, so I could establish a bond with her, through our differences. It's the coexistence of reductionist materialism and a similar kind of spiritualism, which ultimately tend to converge, since the former embraces the latter, always searching for it, just as the latter does, for both contribute to a healthy, pleasant, and balanced existence in keeping with the times—therein lies the crux of the matter. That young woman, like me with her, has learned that our spirit requires that other side, making us feel complete among ourselves, at least in its constant evolution.

We feel our own transcendence because we reject rigid forms; we want something that truly resonates with us. Thanks to our spirit, we've been pressured to be categorized, to lean towards extremes, but this very tendency has led us astray, establishing forms of coexistence that were always in question. I thought it was just her, but it wasn't. It was an argument that led us to realize we were ultimately on the same page, searching for the other extreme, and that establishing a struggle to see who would dominate was simply contrary to our spirit. Both she and I were searching for each other; both she and I knew where to strike, precisely to establish that, despite our differences, we could truly understand each other's perspectives. This is something my boss wanted to prevent at all costs, because it meant me joining the outcast of the group, thus creating internal rumors of terrible treatment, which was true, it did happen. And, to help keep that from coming to light at the expense of simplistic considerations, of manipulating my subjectivity, which isolated me from the world, was definitely the opposite of a healthy group, because it prevented me from having the essential thing in life: establishing a shared context. It was sabotage, as they always have, ever since I've known them, to be precise.

I don't feel I'm belittling my coworkers; this isn't their level, since for them life is nothing more than imposing their will on the flow of events. For her, it was the same, as it was for me, but over time we both gave in, and not for any particular reason, but because of the right person.

You gotta do what u gotta do even if it's dumb to protect your peace 😆😆😆😆

Things for next year / my glow up

Work: cafe / Dairy Queen / last resort irrigation

HOODIES

Thin graphic sweaters (12-27$)

No hood(14-20)

Chunky(18-25$)

SHIRTS

tangtops(3-7$)

Shoulder show(5-8$)

Graphic tees(7.99-12$)

PANTS

pants that cover my feet(15-20$)

Baggy jean(12-29$)

Sweat pants(11-19$)

Leggings(6-14$)

SHOES

convers (49.99$-70$)

Chunky shoes(40-80$)

Tall shoes (49-60$)

MAKE UP

eyeliner(1-6$)

Mascara (3-9$)

Concealer (7-12$)

Eye make up(11-20$)

ACCESSORIES

hair bows (8-10$)

Rings(7-20$)

Necklaces(11-20$)

Belts (7-14$)

Bracelets (17-20$)

EXTRAS

Get lip piercing(13-18$ for Jewelry, 50-100$ for just the piercing and around 30$ for jewelry)

Get other side of nose pierced (180$ pretty much)

Maybe eyebrow (30-70$)

Nails(100-150)

Be quiet

ALWAYS have headphones or earbuds(10$ depending on how many I have to buy)

2 friends 3 max (birthday gifts at least 15$)

Ear piercings (30-150$)

Total (without tax or cents)

929.98$

Pick up as many shifts as possible

Nothing other than work for summer

Get tips

Clean great

(11.15$ per hour)

Maximum 8 hours per day to work

40 hours a week 7am-closing is 8 hours depending on staff

89.2$ per day (take away tax 55.75$)

Let’s say I get paid once a week of twice that’s 55.75$ a week if not then 111.5$ plus tips so round 120$ at best. If Rebecca pays me extra out of generosity mostly a 10$ bill

If I save up I can have 929.98$ by the end of month 8, by month 9 I’ll have 1,003.5$

I’ll start with the expensive things

Pants

Shirts

Belts

Nails

Shoes

Etc

2 months I’ll have 111.5$ unless I get paid more often and get a pay raise

so i have this friend and shes constnatly talks about either our mututal (her best friend) flower in a semi romantic/plationic way (they got some platonic romance going on idk they're pretty much lesbians togehter) and jaes constantly talking about flower or saying how she misses her or how she wants her to join and will shape everything around her. ALSO, MORE COMMONGLY, she will do the same but for some fictional fucking ANIME GIRL shes UNIRONCIALLY (AND I MEAN THIS SERIOUSLY) FUCKING OBESSED WITH. "I MISS KOHANE" "I LOVE KOHANE" "I LOVE BLONDES (kohanes a blonde)" "KOHANE KOHANE KOHANE KOHANE". if me and my group are talking about something SHE WILL RANDOMLY COM IN AND BE LIKE "I LOVE KOHANE" OR "I LIKE BLONDES" OR "IM A LESBIAN" AND SHE DOES THIS EVERY. FUCKING. DAY. WITHOUT A SINGLE HIT OF A FAIL, IM TELLING YOU EVERY DAY EVERY FUCKING DAY. AND SHE WHATS WORSE, WHEN IM DOING SOMETHING WITH HER OR PLANNING SOMETHING WITH HER TO DO SHE WILL LITERALLY CANCEL IT, JUST TO HANG OUT WITH FLOWER, SHE'S DONE THIS MULITPLE TIMES "sorry me and flower jsut haven't been able to play alot recently!"(genuine paraprashed qoute from her) and I FEEL LIKE I CANT SAY ANYTHING BAOUT IT BECAUSE I CANT TELL IF IM JUST BEING JEALOUS OR IF ITS A REAL PROBLEM BECAUSE I DO FEEL JEALOUS AND INSECURE ABOUT IT BECAUSE I DONT HAVE ALOT OF CLOSE FRIENDSHIPS ANYMORE AND SEEING IT REALLY IRCKKS THE HELL OUT OF ME, ITS NOT EVEN THE FACT SHES OBESSED WITH FLOWER, I LIKE FLOWER TOO AS A FRIEN BUT ITS THE FACT SHE ALWAYS FUCKING CHOOSES HER OVER ANYONE ELSE ESPECIALLY ME AND IT REALLY MAKES ME UPSET AND THINK WHATS THE FUCKING POINT IN TRYING IF I'LL ALWAYS BE TE LAST FUCKING PICK. oh and i forgot to mention, her and flower WHILE acting super lovey dovey and gay with each other will joke around and make fun of me which im not too against because i guess its the groupchat humor to make fun of me i guess and i do it myself sometimes but still

My boyfriend’s severely suicidal. He’s on the spectrum and so am I and idek it’s scaring me so bad. It’s gotten to a point where I genuinely don’t even know if he’s here anymore. He lives right down the street for me, he sits next to me on the school bus (both juniors) and is practically over every day. Genuinely around me at every point of time ever in my life. And I love it I really do. He’s so amazing when he’s not down. Except, now he’s down every day. We started dating almost a year ago and it started out great with the occasional off week or down moment with him. He’s been getting more and more and more depressed as the days go on. He’s the most perfect person I’ve ever seen and I don’t understand how he could possibly not see that. He’s had multiple attempts in the last few weeks along with going on 20 mg of lexipro and in an extensive treatment program 4/5 days out of the school week with constant monitoring. Nothings working and it’s only making him worse. He’s violent and he’s punching things and not eating and he’s barely alive I do not know what to do. I am constantly here for him and it’s not enough I suppose I will do anything pleaeebpleasepleaspelwlapdlwlase I want him to live but I don’t think he’ll make it alive to graduate, I don’t even know if he’ll make it past the summer. When I tell you he maybe the love of my life I truly mean it. It’s not a burden even if it’s killing me badly I don’t care I don’t care I don’t care I don’t care he’s beautiful and I wouldn’t want it anyway else I just want him. I want him to be ok I want him to let me love him. He’s so amazing and perfect I really do not understand what I can do to save him. I’ve done everything. I’ve talked to guidnece counslers, both his and mine, I’ve talked to his mom, my mom, his friends, my friends, doctors teachers therapists about it and nothings working. What can I do? What ccan I do to save him from death??? What am I doing wrong????????

I was on the subway yesterday, minding my own business as usual, when I overheard this word that really got me thinking. Biromantic??? What in the world is biromantic? 🤔 As someone who strives to stay informed and up-to-date with modern terminologies, this left me completely perplexed. I'm not someone who easily lets things go when I don't understand them, especially if it's a term being used casually by others like it's common knowledge!

I'm pretty open to learning new stuff, but what bugged me was how casually the people were discussing this biromantic thing, almost as if it was as widely understood as something like 'vegetarian' or 'introvert'. They seemed so confident and at ease discussing some aspects of their romantic orientations that I felt a bit embarrassed about my ignorance on the subject. It made me wonder just how many more terms are out there that I'm oblivious to.

Upon returning home, I couldn't help but dive into a little research (yeah, that's just me). To my understanding – though please feel free to correct me if I'm wrong – identifying as biromantic means that an individual experiences romantic attraction towards multiple genders. Not necessarily sexual attraction... Just romance. Huh??? I'm trying anyway to wrap my head around distinguishing between romantic and sexual attractions and how they can exist independently in someone's identity.

In all honesty, it's quite fascinating to witness how human identities continue to evolve over time. It's these kinds of encounters that remind me of how diverse our world truly is! While I'm still processing all of this information (with way too many question marks), I can't help but think back on the conversations I overheard and wonder: should I have interrupted to ask for clarification? But hey–who wants to be that person interrupting strangers mid-discussion on public transportation! 😅

participating in a trivia quiz night with friends seemed like a perfect plan to unwind and have fun. after all, who doesn't enjoy a little friendly competition? however, i soon found myself confronted with the unsettling realization that perhaps i didn't know these friends as well as i thought. the questions varied from favorite movies to preferred holiday destinations, and the answers were startlingly different from what i'd anticipated. for instance, one friend enthusiastically revealed that their favorite movie was an obscure indie film i had never heard of, and not the blockbuster series we used to watch together. another surprised me by choosing a quiet countryside retreat over the vibrant city break we've always talked about.

the night progressed and more questions came up, causing me to evaluate how much depth there really was in our relationships. it is fascinating how certain inquiries can act as catalysts for broader reflections on friendship dynamics. while we shared laughs and debated over trivial matters like movie plots or travel spots, it slowly dawned on me these seemingly insignificant facts were glimpses into their personalities and lives beyond our usual interactions. it wasn't just about knowing each other's favorites but understanding why they preferred them.

maybe it's easy to assume familiarity breeds understanding when in reality we all change and evolve sometimes without even realizing it ourselves. quiz nights like this can bring out nuances we often overlook during regular hangouts or casual chats. you know suddenly they ask if anyone's been keeping track of who scored what emoji... nobody seemed too bothered by points though because in truth discovering those layers added something richer than winning ever could.