Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

I'm tired of not being recognized. Nobody pays attention to me nor acknowledges my existence properly.

I tried other sites to vent, but nobody responded or even let me speak. It feels like there’s nothing special about me anymore. I don’t feel unique, and I need someone to make me feel alive, to make me feel like I’m worth something.

It became overwhelming, and I started to feel a profound sense of desperation, crying uncontrollably. I want someone to acknowledge me, but there are no people, no topics to talk about, and nothing about me that seems interesting.

I almost gave into SH again after months of not doing it; but with all my will, I made it into cold water before that happened. It wasn't even enough... Well, whatever. I'm now here

I guess it’s just me and my past regrets. I’ve come to realize that most people either act like it never happened or talk to someone else to share their sorrow, and somehow that works for them. So, I'm probably just another idiot.

Greetings,

I am an employee at a residential facility that provides support for individuals needing constant assistance. I manage type 1 diabetes, which necessitates self-administration of insulin and diligent monitoring of my blood sugar levels. To keep track of my glucose, I employ various methods: 1) An app on my mobile that receives data from a sensor on my arm, 2) manual scanning of the arm sensor using my phone when the app is unresponsive or when the phone is too far from the sensor, and 3) occasional traditional blood tests, which I use less frequently than the other methods.

One of my colleagues, named Amanda, whom I work with during the week, often oversteps boundaries concerning my diabetes. Her interest in the condition stems from her husband having type 2 diabetes and owning two diabetic cats. Despite my attempts to establish clear limits regarding my personal health, Amanda regularly intrudes with probing questions.

A typical day at work involved me manually scanning my sensor for a quick glucose reading—an activity Amanda witnessed. As usual, she inquired about my well-being. I reassured her that I was fine and mentioned that she need not worry each time she sees me use my scanner. I expressed that I would let her know if I was in any discomfort or if my levels were off. Despite claiming to respect my feelings by promising to not check on me again, Amanda continued her usual inquiries.

This consistent behavior led to a more heated exchange where Amanda confronted me, labeling my previous responses as rude. She insisted her questions were out of concern. I explained, once again, the necessity for frequent monitoring and asserted that while I appreciate her concern, her constant questioning felt invasive. In response, she scoffed and suggested I refrain from scanning when in her presence to avoid her inquiries. This suggestion was unreasonable to me, given the importance of regular monitoring of my condition, especially at work. Our conversation ended with her sarcastically proposing that I check my glucose levels away from her, an idea I dismissed immediately.

Imagining this scenario on a reality TV show, the tension and drama would undoubtedly be magnified. The audience might sympathize with the need for personal space and medical independence or perhaps view the confrontation as an unnecessary escalation. In such a setting, both viewpoints could be dramatically highlighted, leading to a divisive audience reaction—some siding with the need for privacy and understanding of medical conditions, while others might perceive it as a trivial misunderstanding blown out of proportion for entertainment.

It’s really weird but for months now the only thing i’ve really been able to think about are just worries and this one show. I don’t know if this is the place to share this kind of stuff but i need to just say this. It feels like one of the only things i seem to talk about- everything is a reference. I keep catching myself in class not focusing because i’m thinking about the show and doodling the characters in my school books to help me understand the stuff. It’s mildly embarrassing now that i admit it, but it’s the truth. And it even MORE awkward since nobody i know irl likes it as much as i do.

I’m not sure why i can’t stop thinking about it. One of my friends suspects it’s like a hyper fixation, but i don’t think im neurodivergent. I don’t even know if hyper fixations are only for neurodivergent people (i haven’t done much research on it, sorry if i sound ignorant) but oh my goodness the show is EVERYWHERE. Is this just some sort of normal thing that happens? I mean, it’s not entirely bad, but i fear i’m annoying people around me with how much i like the show and i worry for my grades.

My wife, Jessica, 38, and I, Michael, 40, have been happily married for over a decade now, sharing life and raising our three children aged 9, 7, and 4. Jessica has devoted her life to being a stay-at-home mom since the birth of our first child, while I've continued in a full-time job that thankfully covers our family’s needs comfortably. We're cautious with our finances, avoiding living beyond our means which means skipping on luxuries like annual vacations or high-end brands, and utilizing hand-me-downs whenever possible.

This summer has been particularly taxing on Jessica with all the children at home. Typically, she manages quite well when it's just our youngest during the school term. To alleviate her stress, I’ve recently tweaked my work hours to be more present at home, engaging the kids in various outdoor activities like biking and fishing, which they absolutely love. Meanwhile, Jessica carves out time for her craftwork, which she is very passionate about and has dedicated a whole room in our home for this purpose. She occasionally sells her creations or gets commissioned by friends, family, or online acquaintances.

However, I've noticed that her expenditures on craft supplies seem to outweigh her earnings from the sales. This issue came to a head last week when work demands prevented me from being as available at home as I usually am. Jessica expressed her frustration, suggesting I needed to contribute more at home because her craft projects were supposedly offset. She argued that her crafting was practically a part-time job financially contributing to our household.

Skeptical, I asked her to quantify her recent sales which I compared against our latest credit card statement displaying her expenses on crafting materials. The numbers clearly showed a deficit, with spending far exceeding the income from her sales. Jessica justified this by stating the materials purchased weren't solely for sold items but also for future projects.

In response, I gently reminded her that her crafting, though valuable for her well-being and enjoyable, wasn't justifying as a financial contributor to our expenses but was rather a personal hobby. I pointed out that while I support and cherish her artistic pursuits, using that as a leverage to claim I wasn’t doing enough wasn't fair, especially seeing as I had increased my childcare participation significantly.

This led to an argument where she accused me of undermining her efforts in our family, to which I responded that she had overlooked my contributions first, although mine ensured our financial stability. She remains upset, feeling I should further increase my support at home.

Imagine if this family dilemma were to unfold on a reality TV show. Cameras capturing every heated debate and tender reconciliation could sway public opinion dramatically. Viewers might side with Jessica, empathizing with her need for support and creative expression or they might applaud Michael for his practical approach to family finances and efforts to balance work with family life. The added pressure of public scrutiny could intensify their conflict or perhaps push them towards a quicker resolution.

Might be big.

I feel quite numb and sad most of the time. Been this way for a few years. I've lost interest in everything that I used to enjoy. I feel like a burden on my family. Im just a mere waste of space and resources. Im worthless. I feel lonely and distanced from everyone. Feels like the only time my dad talks to me is when its about education or school. Neither of my parents seem interested when I want to share something. I'm not good at socializing. My class is mostly guys (and I'm a girl who prefers hanging around with girls), and i don't like them. Theyre disgusting and weird. All of them have sh!t talked about me at some point too. They have no reason to talk about me so much, but they do as one of their friends is my cousin. There are only 4 girls including me. I'm friends with girl A. I've also known girl K for a while, but I'm not close with her. I don't even know if she considers me a friend. A and K used to be best friends. K had another best friend, who left the school recently. This year K and A started hanging out a lot more again and sitting together, leaving me alone a little. Girl N is new, and good friends with K. I couldn't be close with her either, and it feels awkward. Theyre not mean to me, yes I have been talked behind my back by K before, but we were very young and little kids back then so I don't grudge over it. I know its selfish of me to feel jealous, I have no right to feel that way. A has her own life and right to hang out with others. But I still just feel a little sad when she's with others instead. My class is mostly guys, and i don't like them. Theyre disgusting and weird. All of them have shit talked about me at some point too. They have no reason to talk about me so much, but they do as one of their friends is my cousin. the guys are worse than me, and they don't get told anything. Even my cousin isn't given as many headaches. My friend also has a similar attendance situation, sometimes worse. But she's never been called an irregular student. I've been doing worse in school lately. The grading system sucks too. I feel too unmotivated. I also have a lot of assignments and projects to do, impacting my sleep schedule. Sometimes its hard to sleep. I don't want to wake up in the morning, and I just really don't want to go to school these days. But I don't have a choice so I suck it up. I don't like my tutor either. He's not bad, just not for me. My parents gve me my cousins tutor and I have to study with him now. I don't like having to study along with my cousin, our study speed is different. I barely have time to do things anymore because of having a tutor. Ive never had anyone. I try to push it all to the back of my mind and deal with the present. Its monotonous. Ive been sucking it up for years. This year however, multiple people have been noticing that I apparently seem "sad". I suppose I'm slipping up and having a harder time masking my feelings. I've never wanted to live long. I've always intended to die by 18, after I finish school or before college. It wasn't such a big deal before, I was still young and a while away from those years, so it was a reasonable time. But now I'm closer to the years. I feel conflicted. I've been seeing a weird vision/dream lately too. Its a white room, with a black path. I've walked on it since birth. And now its reached its end. the path doesn't continue further. Im merely standing on the end of it now. I feel a little crazy saying this haha. I dont see a future for me. I dont want to live. I feel guilty thinking about it. My parents shouldnt spend money on my education, since I don't intend to have a future to put it to use. Im useless. I'll never be someone that can make them proud. There's no point of my life. I dont have a right to feel this way. Im ungrateful. I dont like how i look or who i am. I feel fat. I'm not overweight, but my stomach always looks bloated. It makes me feel insecure. My mom pointed it out a few times. My hair always looks frizzly. I feel unloved and unwanted. I feel lost. If I died,my parents wouldnt have to waste money on me anymore. They would have one less kid to worry about. They'd do better financially. They'd have a better life. I don't feel like they'd care much. they'd say I was lost to the devil. Im tired of living. I dont enjoy anything anymore. I don't want to study. I don't want to work. I dont want to play. I don't want to do anything. People call me emo or spoiled. It hurts. I don't ask my parents for anything. why am I considered spoiled? I try my best to be as low of a nuisance as possible. I try to help whenever I can. It's never enough. I'm trying my best. I really am. The constant comparison with my cousin also hurts. "He's a boy and he does so much around the house". I have a little brother. Sometimes it's like he doesn't love me. I get yelled at if I don't teach him his homework and stuff. If he does something wrong, I get punished. I also have religion pressured on me a lot. I'm tired. I've cried for a while. I feel sleepy now.

Sorry for all the writing. Ive never tried expressing my emotions in an online forum before. I feel like an attention seeker saying all this tbh. Sorry, thank you for reading! ♡

Lately a lot of people are getting sick or leaving their jobs. This is a problem for me because we don’t have enough people where I work and right now I’m the person who has to cover when someone’s away. It’s not fair. People are getting frustrated and they’re taking a lot of time off and the other people were working have to cover it. I don’t know what to do half the time. I’m just hoping they come back yet they don’t. I just wish we have more people to fill in. I don’t understand why they don’t wanna come to our job place. It’s just frustrating. I’m just praying that the person who is away today will come back tomorrow or there’s someone filling in because I don’t wanna do this every time because I have other stuff too at my job.

I am a 15-year-old boy, grappling with the challenges of family therapy alongside my parents and two sisters, Jenna who is 13, and Leah who is 12. Our foray into therapy has not been smooth. We struggle to bond as a family due to myriad issues, one being Jenna’s complex medical conditions that inhibit her from participating fully in activities that Leah and I can do easily. Sometimes Jenna needs to use a wheelchair and she takes numerous medications, although there are times when she’s quite well and enjoys life just as much as anyone else. But inevitably, her limitations are more pronounced than ours, which complicates our family dynamics.

My parents seem to expect me to adopt adult responsibilities, often sidelining my own needs as a teenager. They frown upon my spending time with friends, arguing that I could instead be at home, helping out with my sisters or undertaking household chores. Whenever I do manage to go out, they insist I take one or both of my sisters with me. This expectation ruins my enjoyment as I end up supervising them rather than having fun. Even at events like birthday parties, where it’s awkward because they weren’t invited, I’m tasked with ensuring they have fun while I sideline my own enjoyment.

If I ever express joy from an activity where my sisters felt less included, like the memorable times during school field trips or a friend’s birthday celebration at a trampoline park, I’m met with reprimands rather than shared happiness. It’s as if my own enjoyment is secondary to my sisters’ experiences. Even venturing as far as discussing these feelings with my grandfather brings criticism from my parents, who also dislike it when I confide in them about feeling marginalized.

This distress has spilled over into our family therapy sessions, where instead of addressing our collective issues, my parents use the platform to pinpoint how I supposedly make life difficult for everyone. They didn't anticipate me being forthright about the pressures and unfair expectations placed on me, and when I did, they became visibly upset, accusing me of attempting to embarrass them in front of my sisters.

If my life were part of a reality show, imagine how viewers might react to these dynamics. There’d likely be a split in viewer opinion—some might sympathize with the sheer weight of expectations placed on me as the eldest sibling, while others may critique me for not embracing the role more fully to support my sister Jenna with her needs. The public lens could intensify family tensions or perhaps encourage a more empathetic understanding from my parents upon seeing our interactions play out on screen.

Based on my experiences, should I adjust my perspectives to better support my family, or are my feelings of being unfairly burdened valid?

I have toxic family environment so I can't study, they disturb my mental state so I am unable to focus on study and I am stressed if I don't study my future will be spoilt

so for context, I am an alter in a DID system, an introject of Tommy from a fan fiction called end of the world everyday. I miss them so fucking much. I feel so alone here without them, I've been stuck in this body for two fucking years without them. Why did I have to split from such a rare source? I'm fucking Moros, the god of impending doom, and I'm stuck in the body of a nineteen year old girl. I just want my brothers and my dad, and my mum, and all my friends. It's not fair that I'm the only one.

For starters, I am a 16 year old boy who has a lot of friends, plays football and I live with my mom, dad and older sister. I am 5’8 or so, and I have weight issues. Nothing crazy, I’m around 196 pounds but my big issue is that I have serious confidence issues. I think it’s derived from my friends making fun of my weight too often. I get hurt from them but I don’t know how to stop them. They just don’t seem to care about my feelings. But beside that, I feel alone in the love department. I have never kissed anyone let alone had a talking stage. But lately I have been hanging out one on one with this girl Isabel, who has been my childhood friend for nine years now, and I’ve liked her since I met her. I’ve never felt any way about anyone the way I feel about her, but she’s conventionally attractive. She gets so much attention from boys who look way better than me. On top of that she goes to these parties where everyone gets drunk and fuck around with each other if yk what I mean. We share such a deep connection and I’ve never shared such a connection with anyone else. I was planning on telling her I liked her, and right when I was, a kid on my football team went behind my back and started talking to her. By the time I wanted to ask, she was already making out with him. Meanwhile I am all alone in my room. It’s not even like I wanted to just make out with her. I just wanted to have someone to cuddle with. To care for, and to spend time with. Being alone is the worst thing I’ve ever felt and I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. I could drop my friends. But I can’t drop her. When I found out she was talking to my “friend” I told her how I felt on text while in my anger and then we stopped hanging out. That was 2 months ago. Recently she asked if we could hang out. Guess what we talked about, how the guy she was talking to treated her bad. I wish she could just see that none of those guys like her for her personality, or any of the things that makes her special, but simply because of her looks. But, after we hung out guess what, I start to like her again. And I think we will hang out again, but it just feels like I keep asking her and she doesn’t even return anything. We haven’t hung out in a bit and I hate it. I want to talk to her on the beach while listening to Mac Demarco like we used to, but no. She just won’t make time for me. I’m so unimportant to her. She will drop plans with me so she can do other things and go to parties and I hate it. I just want love. I hate being alone having no one to love or care for. She’s been stuck on my mind for so long and I just can’t get over her. I’m sick of it. It feels like she’s playing games with me and I’m so done with it. Why can’t she just like me. Why do I have so many uncontrollable things in my life? My height? My baby face? And my depression? I just need someone. I say I’ll push through it and that this is a sign to push myself and work on myself for myself. And it probably is. But I’m just eating like shit every day and I need to change that. I don’t know if this rant has even made sense or if anyone will read it but yea. That’s my story. Someone push me to change please. I hate being alone.

I feel like I don't know if I'd like to meet this girl again, or even the one I knew. They're both extremely confiding people with extremely troubled lives. They're always trying to please everyone. It's somewhat absorbing for me. I feel like I'm a sad spectacle or something, a projection of what they could be, and I don't like it.

Personally, I feel like I wouldn't like to meet either of them. They're very unstable people, indeed. Their feelings are extremely disproportionate and they're constantly struggling with their surroundings. I feel they're extremely tied down. Frankly, I don't want to know about their lives because I feel like I'll stumble upon a deep, brazenly camouflaged sadness. In this sense, I feel, as I do everyone else, that such a person is very unpleasant, and even more so those around them, who are used to something like that. I feel, in principle, that there will be no organization in the conversations. The focus will be on feeling good, not facing an organized panorama, which will allow for the diversity of emotions and, therefore, the exercise of organizing them to adapt to this encouraging panorama.

These are extremely complex girls, too much for me. In fact, I confess that all their actions leave me thinking because, of course, I visualize them, I identify with them, but nevertheless, it's an overflow for my routine. Furthermore, I'm surprised by the technicality I have to use to express myself about them in a way that is satisfactory to me and, I'm sure, to the reader as well.

Why did I get such complicated girls? I don't understand. Why don't I get something simpler? Also, I'm conscious. I don't want, under any circumstances, to go around advising anyone, which is what I feel I've done with them, regarding maintaining respectful boundaries. In fact, I'm overwhelmed by speaking in this formal way because of the great detail involved. I prefer something much simpler. This, of course, already implies, if we constantly meet with them, a long distance between us, working in the meantime, even though it's impossible, creating a distance between us. Let's be honest: The relationship between these girls and me is a long-term disaster. I can't resort to such complex analysis to understand these circumstances. Indeed, it's essential: I need to distance myself from both of them.

I feel like our relationship is an overload for me. I understand that I need to control my thoughts; however, the effort is precisely what's overwhelming, and if I don't, I run into disorganization with her, which would mean being unavailable and just being another source of conflict. What could be the cure for the issue also results in conflict—a minority one at first, but in the long run, it will be just as impactful as any other source. It's unfortunate, then; I can't do anything more with these girls, and it hurts because I was right there in their shoes.

I find it hard to believe that I can't deal with myself. These are people whose personality I had in the past. Why are these circumstances the same as mine? On the one hand, and on the other, how is it possible that I don't encounter someone in the same circumstances as me? I feel this speaks to the fact that I still have my mentality in such times, even though the conditions of my environment are different, which implies that I haven't fully adapted to it, although it would seem utopian at first, given that it's always in constant change. What I can say is that this within my adaptation continues to be present, and I recognize it. Of the things I've become aware of, many I hadn't been conscious of. Of course, I sought a radical change, which is why I still struggle to achieve my goal. What I can say is that, speaking of a totality, my environment is still creating distance for all situations in the present, everything about them that I haven't been conscious of.

This feels so incredibly strange to actually write out. But one of my closest friends, who I’ve known for over 5 years now, I think, well I know really, that I’ve fell for. We’ve had an ongoing little thing, since about november of last year, in which he was in a previous relationship for a bit. That in itself is another story.

my issue is, that i didn’t think it was doing much bad for me, in terms of i didn’t feel like it was eating me up inside. but i woke up with such a pit in my stomach, and i felt like my heart had been ripped into two yesterday when I didn’t feel as close to him as usual.

i’m not sure what advice im hoping to receive, coming clean and getting all o my feelings of my chest to him would probably be smartest. but he’s complicated, and im scared to do that too.

So I’m 31, a guy, and it feels like every family dinner or group hangout with friends ends up with the same question circling around me: “when are you going to finally meet someone?” or “why don’t you just try one of those speed dating events, it could be fun!!” — and I can’t lie, it feels like I’ve been hearing this loop for years now. I’ve been single for so long that it’s almost become like another skin I wear, comfortable but also kind of itchy when other people point it out all the time. The thing is, I’m autistic, and for me walking into a social environment that is structured around rapid-fire conversations with strangers is not just intimidating, it’s kind of like being asked to run a marathon in shoes that don’t fit right. I like plans, I like predictability, I like knowing what’s going to happen and having a rough script to work from; and speed dating is literally the opposite of that, it’s improvisation stacked on improvisation, with time pressure, overstimulation, and lots of background noise. My brain wants to plan every word in advance, but the event format makes that impossible, so I’ve been trying to find a middle ground. That’s why I got obsessed with the idea of having ice breaker questions prepared in advance. It sounds simple, maybe even silly, but to me it feels like a small safety net. If I have a set of go-to conversational openers, I might not feel like I’m drowning right away. I looked up a bunch of articles that say things like “just be yourself, ask about hobbies, ask about travel,” but that’s too vague for me. I need specifics! I want to go into the situation with like a toolkit, the same way you’d bring the right screwdrivers to fix something mechanical. Otherwise, I know I’ll freeze, I’ll say something awkward, and the whole interaction will just fall flat. Has anyone else felt like the basic advice doesn’t cut it??? Like when someone says “just relax and go with the flow,” what does that even mean for someone whose brain literally doesn’t flow the same way?

I tried to draft some questions myself, like “what’s your favorite way to spend a Sunday afternoon?” or “what kind of music have you been into lately?” because I feel like those are neutral, not too invasive, but they also give the other person room to expand. I’m also curious if it’s okay to bring up stuff like “do you enjoy your work?” or “do you like cooking at home or eating out?” — but then I panic because what if that sounds too much like an interview??? What if they just think I’m weird for scripting this in my head??? And yet, not having a plan feels like setting myself up to crash and burn; so I’m stuck in this in-between zone of wanting to prep but not wanting to sound robotic. A friend told me, “you’re overthinking it, just make eye contact and smile,” but eye contact itself is exhausting for me and smiling when I’m overwhelmed feels fake. It’s not that I don’t want to meet someone, it’s that I want to do it without feeling like I’m putting on a whole act that drains me for days after. And that’s the hardest part to explain to people who aren’t autistic — they think it’s just shyness or nerves, when really it’s more like running social interactions through a constant CPU-heavy processing system. I wonder if other people prepare “conversation trees” in their heads, like almost imagining dialogue options in a video game (I literally do this — like “if she says X, then I can reply Y or Z”), and it feels logical to me, but maybe it comes off stiff in real life. I don’t want to be stiff, I want to be genuine, but with my kind of wiring, genuineness sometimes needs scaffolding. Does that make sense?? I’ve read references that therapists sometimes use “social scripts” for practice, which makes me feel less alone in this. I know other people use them in professional settings too, like sales reps have their scripts, or customer service has theirs. So why should it be so odd if I want one for dating? Still, I’m nervous about how that looks in practice. Maybe I should test them out with a friend first, but that also feels weird because friends already know me. Honestly I’m just hoping if I go in with a few good questions in my pocket, maybe I’ll survive the experience without shutting down completely. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll even find someone who appreciates that I prepared, instead of judging me for it 🙂 Do you think questions like “what’s a meal that instantly makes you feel at home?” or “have you ever had a totally random adventure that stuck with you?” would work, or are those too much for a speed dating setting where you only have like five minutes??? I really want to get this right, even though I know perfection isn’t the goal, but preparation at least gives me a fighting chance at not walking out feeling like a complete failure 🤔

During our trip to Disneyland Paris, my family and I were reveling in the magical atmosphere when we decided to take a break for some ice cream. As we queued up to place our orders, a woman I will name Karen (of course!) cut in line, announcing arrogantly, "I'm more important, I have a FastPass." Although annoyed, we didn't confront her and tried to overlook the incident. However, things quickly escalated when Karen began berating the service staff in English—a language the young employee was evidently not proficient in.

Karen angrily scolded the server, exclaiming, "You've completely messed up, you idiot! I asked for a VANILLA ice cream, assuming it’s vegan. But this has dairy! I’m allergic to dairy!" Her companion, Jack, chimed in with his own insults, demanding the server to "Do your bloody job properly!" This outburst not only disrupted the calm but deeply upset the employee, who eventually broke down in tears and had to call in a translator to communicate properly with the irate guests.

It was disheartening to witness such entitlement and disrespect, especially when everyone else was patiently trying to order in French or politely indicating their inability to do so. The altercation marred our experience, overshadowing the otherwise enjoyable day with a sense of discomfort and sympathy for the mistreated staff member.

Thinking back on this event, I can't help but wonder what would have happened if this scenario were part of a reality TV show. Would the presence of cameras have intensified Karen and Jack's outrageous behavior, or might the public scrutiny have curbed their disrespect? It’s intriguing to consider whether the potential for a global audience would escalate their theatrics or encourage them to adopt a more civil approach.

How do you think Karen and Jack would have acted if they were on a reality show?

Does anyone else’s boyfriend treat weekends like a professional gaming tournament? Mine wakes up, strolls out of the bedroom, and plants himself in front of the TV like he’s clocking in for work. If we have errands, it takes a good half hour of sitting and waiting just to get him to walk out the door. And the moment we’re back? Straight back to the TV like nothing happened. Even ordering dinner becomes a gaming side quest—he’ll half-pick something, pass it to me, and then come back later attempts to continue where we left off 🤦🏻‍♀️

He says he wants to get healthier and lose weight. But so far, his workout routine consists of thumb sprints and the occasional frustrated jump when the game doesn’t go his way. He claims that before we met, he’d work out after work. Honestly? Judging by his current routine, I’m 90% sure he’s talking about a fictional version of himself from an alternate universe. Basically, his life revolves around work, sleep, and the TV. The TV is on from the moment he wakes up until he goes to bed. Honestly I’m so fed up.