Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

Every day feels like an uphill battle!!! I’m 37, a housewife, and I manage everything in my household while trying to raise my two kids who are always bursting with energy. Some days, I just want to feel like a normal person again! But with the chaos of toys scattered everywhere, laundry piling up, and meal prep seeming like a never-ending chore, I find myself overwhelmed!!! Can anyone relate?!!! It’s easy to lose sight of my own needs when everyone else’s come first!!! Yet, here I am, crying for what feels like no reason at all. What is wrong with me?!!! I shouldn’t be crying, should I?!!! 🤷‍♀️

It’s not like I don’t love my kids!! I adore them, truly!!! But sometimes, I wonder if I’m going to lose my mind with the constant demands on my time and energy!!! I juggle their needs, their homework, their tantrums, and honestly, some days, I don’t know how to even put a smile on my face!!! Why do I feel so lost?!!! I’m always putting out fires and STRESSING!!! 😩 Maybe it’s the isolation of being a stay-at-home mom?! I mean, don’t get me wrong, I cherish the time I spend with my kids!!! But it can be so lonely without adult conversations!!! Does anyone else just feel like they need a break from the relentless cycle of parenting?!!!

Yet, I know this period is temporary!!! Somewhere deep down, I find hope!!! I think about how one day, my kids will grow up and maybe I’ll reclaim my freedom?! I constantly remind myself to appreciate the little moments that bring joy, the laughter that fills the air when we play or even those cozy movie nights! 🎥✨ I try to embrace the chaos, even when I feel like crying. It’s alright to cry sometimes, right?!!! It’s just one of those days!!! So, here’s to tomorrow!!! 💪 Let’s keep moving forward and cherish every precious moment!!!

Not too long ago, I started volunteering at a nearby community hub that's typically frequented by seniors for bingo nights, a fact I know because my mom is the head organizer. What I didn’t realize until recently was that the same space doubles as a center for teenagers during the day.

Finding myself surrounded by hordes of adolescents aged between 13 and 17, I felt immediate anxiety creeping in. The staff welcomed me warmly, though, showing me around before assigning me to a small, busy room upstairs filled with games like pool, air hockey, and various board games. Though the space felt cramped with about 20 to 30 teens present, the atmosphere was initially manageable.

However, things took a turn when my colleague, perhaps overestimating my confidence from earlier when I corralled the group during a noisy interruption, left me alone in the room. I reassured them, perhaps too boldly, "Yeah, I can handle it." That's when I was hit by what felt like an onset of an anxiety attack.

In one corner, a young girl seemed visibly distressed near a boy, while elsewhere, some boys got somewhat rowdy, though not violently. The booming music compounded the chaos, catalyzing what felt like a wave of panic washing over me. As soon as my colleague returned, I excused myself for a quick break, stepping outside to gather my composure. Still rattled, I slipped back in, grabbed my belongings, gave a quick wave to a staff member, and exited through the back door, leaving the scene to return home.

Upon sharing the ordeal with my mom, she concluded that I had suffered a panic attack, a diagnosis that my frantic Google search later confirmed. It left me wondering if I was wrong to leave without notifying anyone fully about my state.

Imagining how this situation might have played out had it occurred in a reality show adds another layer of drama. Reality TV thrives on heightened emotional responses and unexpected events. Viewers might have sympathized with my overwhelmed state or criticized my abrupt departure. The editing might even spin the scenario to highlight the chaos, using it as a pivotal moment to enhance the narrative tension of the episode.

Am I a jerk for sneaking out without proper notice?

Apparently here is me and my mom, who fights for the smallest things ever. We just fought today in the clothing store because my style of fashion is way too different from hers.

I know what’s going to happen later on, she’s gonna yell at me, and tell me it’s my fault— but why? It’s not my fault that I like simple clothes, not those complex colorful designs that she tells me to wear

Right. She’s my guardian so she gets to decide who was wrong and who was right— I mean she’s always right

But how to I tell her that she was wrong this time? She’s mad for absolutely no reason

Last night, my 62-year-old mother, Rita, gave me a call to share how her day went. She happened to mention that she stopped by Sephora to pick up a bronzer, despite her limited knowledge of makeup. Since I'm a makeup artist currently attending college in another state, I had suggested she visit Sephora for some expert assistance. At the store, she sought help from an employee who nonchalantly grabbed the nearest bronzer without considering her skin tone or needs. Confused, mom asked why he chose that particular one, to which he responded, “This is just the closest one to me.” Mom didn’t voice her disappointment to him, the store, or even to me, but I was disheartened to hear she received such careless service, especially after I advised her to go there.

If this scenario had unfolded in a reality show, it might have escalated dramatically. I could picture myself confronting the store employee on camera, calling out their lack of professionalism in front of a national audience. Such scenes often escalate quickly, possibly drawing other customers and employees into the mix, making it a pivotal, tension-filled episode.

After learning about what happened, I reached out to the company's customer service after hours to file a complaint, emphasizing the lack of thoughtful assistance my mom received. I inquired whether my complaint would affect anyone’s job status, but since I didn't specify whom, it would likely lead to a standard staff meeting about customer service at that branch. While my mom hadn't asked for this, I wanted to ensure she, and others like her, get the care they deserve. Does this make me a bad person?

This will be very long, but that's just how much I need to let out. So, let me begin.

I used to have a friend group, it felt like the world was mine when I'm with them. Plus, I was sort of the leader. But later, we all had separated because of most of us transferring to different schools. I wanted to keep touch, of course, but over time, we drifted apart. We still text, but what's bothering me is one of my friends from our group who I should say is one of the closest to me.

At first,we were both venting to each other about our new environment, but lately, I noticed he getting way less present. In our group chat, when I text her personally, she became more distant. I found out that she probably has new friends. So of course,she'd already forget us since she has a replacement now.

I wish I'm like her. Someone who can easily forget others. Because the more I remember, the more it hurt. Moreover, at my new school, I turned into a quiet kid. New kid, so everyone already has friends and has no room for me. Ignored, invisible even when I try to participate, they wont acknowledge me. Be it my peers or the teachers.

This made me feel lowly. Another thing if like to vent about (told you, there's a lot) is about my appearance. I'm short, wear glasses, not exactly that fair... I wish I can be pretty. I always wonder how other girls can look pretty, even if they look like me. I think it might be because of their fashion. One more thing I can only wish for. I want to wear outfits like them. They all look pretty, elegant and trendy. Like people others would walk by and say "wow, she's beautiful". But whenever I express my desire to wear pretty outfits, my family would tell me that it 'doesn't suit me' or like 'when are you gonna wear it?' .

My sister is trendy. She can go out on her own, buy clothes without worrying what others would think. She's tall, pretty, smart, admired. I'm only a year younger but I can never look as mature as her. She has her own bank card, her own purse... When I ask for these, my parents would procrastinate buying me one, I'll end up never getting it.

I just want to be like them. I want to have friends, go out with them, look pretty, go to fancy events (my school never does them, while my sister's always has these events), I just wanna feel wanted. But I'll always be the average, unwanted, background character. I wanna feel important in someone's life just like how important my friends are to me. I wish I can be someone who doesn't break down crying from just a few nice words from a stranger on the internet. I just want to be someone else who's not this pathetic me.

Sorry for this being so long, I actually have more to say, but I'll end it here. Just the thought of someone reading this whole thing is amazing. Just so you know, I appreciate you. I want to be someone who can provide comfort too. This makes me feel better, and I like that feeling. Thank you, thank you so much.

I've struggled with weight issues and eating ever since I was 9, I'm 15 now and I'm now kinda of aware I ain't fat but I feel it. It was never that bad but now the last 4 months it's gotten so bad, i eat a bit and feel like I've js ate a whole buffet and I get so bloated I geniunely feel like I could explode, the smells of my fav foods makes me feel sick, the sight, smell, even hearing ppl talking abt food makes me feel sick, idk if I have an ed but im struggling sm rn, I barely eat cuz I just can't, I had some watermelon like 6 hours ago I still feel bloated and sick as fuck, this first started when I wanted to lose weight but now I've lost some and I feel okay in my body but I js can't bring myself to eat. and then my mum she never understands istg she said "u cant js starve urself for 10+ hours (she said this bc from the time I wake up to coming back from school (5pm) I don't eat anything) and then go n drink energy drinks n chocolate" I bought chocolate today. it's been weeks. she's js making me feel worse saying I need to eat protein n not stuff my face in chocolate like what. she used to be so understanding n now she says this? ig what I'm tryna say is what can I do to feel normal again and be able to eat? even water makes me sick. idk what to do anymore.

I’ve always been the type to keep my head down and focus on my goals. I’m 21, in my third year of engineering school, and everything I do, every choice I make, is with my future in mind. I’ve sacrificed a lot to get here—late nights, weekends, even my social life. So when I met her, I thought maybe I finally found someone who could make all this stress a little easier to carry. She was fun, spontaneous, full of energy. The opposite of me in a lot of ways, but I liked that. She made me laugh, pulled me out of my shell, reminded me what it felt like to live a little. At first, it was amazing. I felt like we balanced each other out. I’d be buried in assignments, and she’d bring over takeout and just chill with me, no pressure. But things started shifting. The parties became constant. The calls stopped. The texts were shorter. And eventually, the rumors started.

At first I didn’t believe them. I didn’t want to. People talk, right? Especially in college. I told myself they were just jealous, or didn’t know what they were talking about. But then I started noticing things—Snapchats from clubs she said she wasn’t going to, random guys commenting stuff that didn’t sit right, her suddenly not answering for hours when she used to be glued to her phone. And yeah, I finally asked. She denied it, of course. Said I was being paranoid, that I didn’t trust her. And I felt guilty for even bringing it up. But then I saw it with my own eyes. Twice. Two different guys. And still she acted like I was overreacting. "It didn’t mean anything," she said. "I was drunk, it was a mistake." But it wasn’t a mistake if it happened more than once. It wasn’t an accident. It was a choice. And I can’t lie—it broke something in me.

The thing is, I know I should leave. Everyone tells me to. My friends are fed up with watching me go through this cycle of betrayal and fake apologies. But I haven’t. Not yet. I wish I could explain why. Maybe it's because I'm scared to be alone. I spent so much time focused on school that she became my only real escape. My only comfort. And now, even with all the lies, part of me still wants her to care. Still wants her to be who she was at the beginning. I keep holding on to the memory of that girl, even though I know she’s not coming back. And it makes me feel weak, honestly. Like I’m not the guy I thought I was. I always prided myself on being strong, being focused, having self-respect. But here I am, stuck in this mess, not knowing how to let go of someone who clearly doesn't value me. I'm torn between not wanting to be alone and not being able to accept the idea of staying with someone who could hurt me like that. I don’t know how to fix it, or if I even should. All I know is I’m tired. Tired of pretending I’m fine. Tired of the lies. Tired of loving someone who doesn’t love me back the right way.

I don't know what to do.

I'm FTM and I don't think my parents fully understand what's going on or what could happen. They're great supporters, but most of the time when I'm around them (or any other people in my family for that matter) my dysphoria is at it's worst. They'll do things that very obviously show they still see me as a girl and it makes me feel terrible. I don't know if I should bring up how I want to get on puberty blockers because of how they've said binding will damage (even though I have brought up on many occasions I know how to do it safely) and I'm scared they might also say that for the blockers. I think they know how at risk trans people are for su!c!de but aren't willing to accept that I could possibly end up having those thoughts in the future. This type of stuff is called life saving for a reason, and just because I'm not having those thoughts now doesn't mean I won't in the future. I also think they might be completely oblivious to the fact I have dysphoria (and I have brought it up with my mom before).

Honestly I just get exhausted around them. Usually, when I'm having fun with them they'll randomly bring something up that reminds me of how they still view me. My dad still deadnames me a ton, even right after he corrects himself, and both my mom and dad just misgender me in general. My little sister is the only one in the house that kind of understands who I am and actually repsects that (she was the first one I came out to for a good reason). I don't know what to do, especially since serious sit-down talks mess with a lot of my emotions and I have no idea how to bring this stuff up.

I want a lover. I don't know if it's for validation that I still am lovable, but I've been craving that carefree feeling of when I had one. We weren't official, but the times we spent made me feel like I was worth it for once. Like my breaths aren't a waste of carbon dioxide. I miss being loved.

I've been assisting my employer for nearly a year now, and after only two months into my tenure, I decided to resign from my weekend job at a local store. I wanted to reclaim my weekends, but when I informed my boss, he assumed it meant I was open to working occasional Saturdays—a commitment I never made. He has a quadriplegic condition, requiring around-the-clock assistance, which makes him very selective about his caregivers. Although I understand his need for choosiness, his excessively small team doesn't afford him that luxury. We’re just five in the schedule, which becomes challenging. As the youngest, the responsibility frequently falls on me to cover Saturdays when others are unavailable. This month alone, I've worked nearly every Saturday, leading to severe burnout. I've also started to believe I might be on the autism spectrum, which could explain the intensity of this exhaustion. I need a few days to recuperate after a week's work, but at 20, expectations on me are immense.

Besides work, my social support is dwindling. My best friend since second grade recently moved to Montreal, and my other close friend lives far enough that I’m too spent to visit. My boyfriend’s place is where I spend most of my free time, as socializing has become too taxing due to my job. My boyfriend often compares his factory job, saying his 10-hour shifts are tougher, which feels dismissive. After prepping my boss each morning and getting him into his wheelchair, my job isn't tough—handling his home and yard. However, it feels overwhelming when sleep-deprived, especially when he, possibly unwittingly, says things that upset me. It's been tough getting any validation for my feelings about my work; instead, they often get downplayed or ignored. I just wish for my Saturdays back; the rare weekends off aren’t enough for me to feel truly recuperated. It’s as if my feelings are invalid, though I know they’re not. He subtly makes us feel guilty for not taking shifts, knowing well he needs us, but I can’t sacrifice my well-being anymore. Does this make me selfish?

If my situation were showcased on a reality show, I wonder how the audience would react. Would they see my side and the exhaustion I feel, or would they deem me ungrateful for not dedicating more to someone in need? Reality TV often amps up emotions and maybe my genuine stress would resonate with viewers, or perhaps they'd judge me harshly, influenced by dramatic portrayals and edits.

Hey... this is gonna be tough to say.

TW // talk about rape

so... my partner, K, has been raped a few times in her life. I understand it to a degree, having been sa'd multiple times and raped once myself, but I can't seem to silence my thoughts. Whenever I am alone thinking, I for some reason start to think about the fact that she was raped, and I get urges to ask for descriptive details about them, things like who it was, what their relation was to her, where it happened, how it happened, what they did, basically things that should never be asked. I am not necessarily afraid that I am going to slip up and end up asking them, but I'm worried where they come from, because it feels almost like i want to know the details so i can imagine myself in that situation. Almost like I want to have lived her life and experienced all the good and bad she's been through and its kind of eating me up. I can't seem to understand why i want to be her so badly.

I have a friend named Sydney who was diagnosed with cancer recently. Thankfully, her doctors believe it's treatable because they discovered it early.

Last weekend, a group of us, including myself, went to support her. I've known Sydney since our college days, but I'm not very familiar with some of her newer friends, as I don't live close by.

During our visit, Sydney shared about the treatment plan her doctor recommended. Suddenly, a person from her circle, whom I met only during this gathering, intervened. "You're not seriously considering that, are you?" she exclaimed, proposing a raw diet she claimed could cure the cancer.

Initially, I tried to remain neutral and suggested, "Yes, maintaining a healthy diet is crucial to keep your strength during treatment."

However, her friend countered, "No, why would you use actual poison instead of what nature provides us?"

She elaborated on the benefits of phytonutrients against cancer cells and hinted at a conspiracy within the medical industry to push unnecessary treatments. As the night progressed, Sydney shifted from being skeptical to somewhat convinced by these claims.

Eventually, I couldn't hold back and told Sydney, "It's good to maintain a healthy diet, and you can explore what you wish in addition to your treatment. But to abandon your medical plan for a salad is both naive and dangerous."

Another friend suggested Sydney could postpone her medical treatment to try this diet, thinking it wouldn’t harm to delay for a few weeks. Sydney seemed tempted by the idea of fewer disruptions to her life and no hair loss.

I was troubled seeing her swayed by this renewed but false hope. I confronted the friend, "You could be endangering Sydney's life with such advice. Is that something you’re prepared to handle?"

The friend left the room upset. Some of her friends said my reaction was too intense, stating we should respect different opinions and let Sydney decide. Sydney appreciated the range of viewpoints, understanding that everyone was tense given her diagnosis.

I tried to calm the situation, but I feel like I might have disrupted what was meant to be a supportive gathering by turning it into a debate.

If this situation were part of a reality show, the scene could have escalated dramatically with cameras zooming in on everyone's reactions. The producers might have even highlighted this argument for trailers and teasers, sparking debates among viewers about the ethics of alternative treatments versus conventional medicine. Thoughts like, "Will this make me look like the bad guy? Am I just adding drama?" keep racing through my mind.

honestly, idk how i even got here. i remember bein little and my parents tellin everyone how great i was gonna be, how i was the future star, how i was totally gonna make it big and get a scholarship for sports. they always said it so proud, u kno? like they just KNEW i was gonna be somebody special. i used to believe em too, cuz like why wouldn't i? theyre my parents, right? they always seemed to know everythin. but now im 17, bout to finish highschool and the truth is i aint good enough. like i tried, i swear i tried so hard, practice every single day, pushin myself, stayin late after practice when everyone else left, but i never got faster, never got stronger, never became the athlete everyone thought id become. now the letters from colleges never came. the scouts stopped comin to the games. and its like i let everyone down so hard that i cant even look em in the eye anymore.

my parents are straight up mean now. its like since they realized im not gonna get that scholarship, im worthless. they barely talk to me anymore, unless its to yell at me or remind me how much time and money they "wasted" on me. i mean, i kno they did sacrifice a lot, im not stupid, i kno that equipment and travel and camps cost money and they spent so much on me, but like… idk man, was that the only reason they cared? did they just want some kinda trophy kid they could brag about to their friends? cuz now its like theyre ashamed of me or sumthin. dinner at our house is silent. if i try talkin, they either ignore me or give me short answers. my dad used to come to every game, now he acts like its a burden to even look at me. my mom cries sometimes but not like she sad for me, more like shes embarrassed of me. its like im not their kid anymore, just some failure that lives under their roof.

the worst part is that i actually started believin them. like when they first started sayin stuff like how im lazy or not tryin hard enough, i fought back, i argued, told em i was doin my best. but now im thinkin maybe theyre right. maybe i didnt push myself as hard as i couldve. maybe if id stayed longer, ran faster, lifted more weights, maybe id actually be worth somethin. the coaches stopped givin me special attention cuz i wasnt improvin like other guys on the team. my teammates still cool to me, but i feel like they pity me or sumthin, like im the guy who almost made it but didnt. i feel like everyone looks at me differently now. im not that guy everyone cheered for, im the guy they feel sorry for, the guy who couldnt deliver. the guy who let everyone down. honestly, it hurts more than anything else cuz i used to be so confident. i used to walk on the field thinkin i was gonna show everyone how great i was. now, i walk on the field wishin i could just disappear.

every day now feels heavy. like i wake up and dread havin to go downstairs and see the disappointment on my parents faces again. i dread goin to school cuz ppl still ask bout college and scholarships and i gotta keep makin up excuses why i didnt get one yet. some days i just wanna quit everythin and hide in my room forever. my grades slipped too cuz i spent all my time tryna be a better athlete instead of studyin, thinkin sports was gonna carry me. now i dont got good grades, i dont got a scholarship, and i feel stuck. like my whole future just vanished and i got nowhere to go. its scary, man. i had it all planned out. everyone else had it planned out for me too. now im just floatin around wonderin what im supposed to do next.

i kno ppl say life aint over at 17, that theres more out there, more opportunities or whatever. but its hard to believe that right now. its hard to feel hopeful when ur own parents look at u like ur their biggest mistake. i never wanted to disappoint anyone, especially not them. they always told me sports was gonna be my ticket to a better life. now i got no ticket, just a bunch of broken dreams. i wanna believe it gets better, i wanna believe someday theyll forgive me for not bein who they wanted me to be, and that ill forgive myself for not bein who i thought id become. but right now, i just feel like a total failure. i guess all i can do is hope someday i stop feelin this way, cuz honestly it sucks, and i wish i knew how to fix it.

yo i kno this prob sounds dumb but i swear i cant stop thinkin bout this girl i went on a date with like 5 years ago. like for real it was just one date, ONE, and i was only 15 but that whole thing stuck in my head like glue. i’m 20 now bro. twenty. i’ve finished high school, started college, got a job, met other girls, like life kept movin on but my brain?? nah, it stayed right there in that one lil coffee shop where we sat n laughed like idiots bout dumb stuff. nd i dont even kno if she ever thought of me again after that day but here i am, five years later, still wonderin wht could've happend. like we didn’t even kiss or anything, it wasn’t even deep, but i still remember what she was wearin, how she smiled, the way she looked straight in my eyes like no one else ever did since. nd i hate it cause it’s blockin me now. like i go on dates now n i always compare. always thinkin “she wouldn’t say that” or “it didn’t feel like this back then.” it’s messin up everything. like i wanna move on, i wanna feel something real again but it’s like my heart’s still parked in 2019 waitin for a moment that’s never comin back.

i tried forgettin her, swear i did. deleted her socials, stopped bringin her up, even told myself she prob don’t even remember me, but it don’t help. it’s like she’s just there in my head rent free 24/7. nd it’s not even just her, it’s like what she represented, u feel me? that lil spark, that feelin of maybe being seen for once, like i wasn’t just some background dude. nd now every time i talk to a new girl, it feels forced, fake, like im pretending to care when all i’m really doing is wishin it felt like that again. nd then i feel bad cause these girls didn’t do nuthin wrong, they just not her. i know it’s dumb to be stuck on someone from when i was a kid but i cant help it. maybe it's cause nothin better came after, maybe cause i never really healed from the way it just ended and she ghosted me like it meant nothin. i try to act chill bout it but inside i’m lowkey still hurt. like why did she smile at me like that if she was just gonna disappear? nd now i sit here thinkin maybe the problem’s me. maybe im just not built for love or whatever. or maybe i just been holdin onto a fantasy too long n it’s time to let it die. but man… why can’t i stop thinkin about someone who probably forgot my name?

My daughter recently switched to a new private school which organizes an inaugural school trip in August each year. Sadly, she missed this year's trip but she's keen on joining next year's three-day adventure to Philadelphia.

The hitch, however, is the limitation on hotel room occupants: no more than six individuals per room. Right now, there are 37 girls needing accommodation. We discovered a group of four students who normally only participate during the day (three girls and one boy) but actually stay overnight in the same hotel. They too are part of the trip, under the guardianship and funding of their parents due to past bullying issues, especially directed at the boy. Their arrangement includes two rooms — one for the students and one for the supervising parent.

They've kindly offered for my daughter to join them in their arrangement. She's all for it, while I'm hesitant, particularly due to the mixed-gender sleeping arrangement, which I find completely inappropriate.

We've debated this for weeks now. Firm facts are in place: no school-arranged rooms are available, a private room arrangement like the independent group’s is financially out of reach for us, and the notion of a mixed-governight stays a firm no. Consequently, attending the trip isn't feasible.

This has utterly shattered her. She’s blaming me for making her switch schools in her sophomore year and our frequent relocations which she feels have destabilized her social life. She's finally looking forward to settling and making lasting friendships, and now this trip feels crucial to her. However, as much as it troubles me to see her upset, the decision seems final, though my husband is now suggesting we perhaps reconsider, given all the adjustments she's had to endure.

If our family saga were ever turned into a reality show, I suspect the audience would be split. Some viewers might empathize deeply with my daughter's desire for normalcy and friendships. Others might rally behind our parental concern over mixed-gender stays. It'd sure spark some heated debates on parenting forums and social media!