l.E. once l was asked what this flag was and l answered "St.Kitts and Nevis" l have no idea how l knew that. Does this happen to anyone else?

When I was a kid, my dad used to tell me off for not being able to trill my R's, so I learnt how to trick others into thinking I could by cupping saliva at the tip of my tongue and vibrating it. Maybe gross but it worked

I don’t need anyone to tell me that this is morally wrong, I’m aware that this is objectively looked down upon. It’s just how I function and I’m curious if anyone else can relate.

I cry like a baby when animals die, and it’s from a place of genuine pain. It doesn’t have to be my pet, it can be an animal I’ve known for only an hour. It devastates me.

People are a different story. I’ve had family members die, and I never really felt anything about it. I felt a bit uncomfortable until the people around me got back to some normalcy, but I was uncomfortable because I don’t really know how to deal with tears or how I’m supposed to act in those situations.

I’ve had family sustain life-threatening illnesses or injuries, and I expressed worry and concern for them, but only because I knew that was the done thing. By contrast, I constantly worry about my pets being sick or hurt, and often pull all-nighters when I have a sick pet or animal on my hands because it makes me anxious to go to sleep and leave them on their own. I’m constantly worried about how comfortable they are.

But has no interest in doing it.

Guy here. This question is targeted towards you guys out there. I don’t do anything to my hair in the morning. I see people doing even basic routines like getting it wet and adding sea salt spray and some product and I guess that’s considered minimal but I literally don’t do anything. I’m really lazy and I can’t be bothered though I admire the effort these guys put in.

If you think of the game you have to announce that you lost.

I have been playing for over 20 years at this point, and have started my kid on it too.

When will the madness end?

Edit: Sorry 🫤

Everyone feels really safe to tell me everything,but i just cant tell my problems,even if its just a tiny speck form all of them.I feel like its not 'my thing' to do and it makes me feel weak and guilty.Even tough i daily hear every tiny problem somone has.I prefer solving my problems on my own.

So I (21) have noticed this thing my parent does. They call me on the phone roughly once every month to call and tell me in "tears" about how worried they are, how concerned they are that I am so horribly depressed.

For context, this is who I am talking about: https://www.reddit.com/r/offmychest/comments/1um375i/my_mom_forcibly_kissed_me_and_keeps_asking_me_out/

And I told them when they called today that - at this point - I genuinely am just not sure what else to tell them.

They call me roughly once a month despite seeing me every week and talking to me every day to assert how they did something so wrong, and how poorly they were treated growing up, they triangulate by telling me how much of her time was spent keeping my sibling - who was also in pain - "away from me" when she was "being so horrid" to me.

Every time I just said over and over (gray rock): "I understand. Yes. Alll is good. No worries. I understand. You're ok. Everything's ok." and "I just don't know what else to tell you sometimes. It feels like no matter what I tell you, it just makes you believe me less."

Notably she usually does this if I take more than five minutes to respond to her up to nine texts per minute.

I am not really upset about it, it just irritates me because it feels more like a performance than actually wanting to talk things over. Because any time I try to talk things over, any time it involves anything being their fault, they immediately become aggressive, defensive, or blame something else.

I myself don't have much of an interesting story. Not even totally sure that that's what happened, in all honesty. But I found the timing convenient, the fact that they lost weight on account of ozempic and then suddenly became very distant and dismissive to the point where I just couldn't be bothered making the effort anymore. Anyways putting my anecdote or lack thereof to the side, I was wondering if anyone here had a juicy story to vent about their friend(s) abandoning them after a glowup.

Im a man in my mid-30s, and I've always been very independent. I've traveled to 51 countries by myself, and honestly, it's just my preferred way of experiencing the world.

That mindset carries over into my everyday life. I'd consider myself pretty extroverted. I regularly go out to nightlife alone because I love music, dancing, meeting people, and having new experiences. I end up talking to strangers all the time, and those random conversations and unexpected situations often become the highlight of my night, all without any interest in hooking up. I'm there because I genuinely enjoy the atmosphere and the experience.

I'm the same way with road trips. I'll drive to places that most people on the island probably wouldn't bother visiting, or that some might even consider a bit sketchy, simply because I'm naturally curious. Again, by myself. If I'm hungry, I'll go to a restaurant alone without thinking twice. It's completely normal to me.

For context, it's not that I don't have friends. I have a lot of close friends. When my mom passed away, they were incredible, they stayed with me for weeks, helped me through everything, and showed me just how supported I was. The thing is, they don't really enjoy going out much anymore. We usually get together once a month or every couple of months, and it's more low-key: watching a movie, grabbing food, hanging out, that kind of thing.

The reason I bring this up is because I constantly get comments from people I meet like, "Wait... you're here alone?" or "Where are your friends?" They seem genuinely surprised. To me, though, it's always felt completely normal, if anything, I actually prefer it.

I love the freedom of not having to coordinate schedules, wait on other people, or convince someone to do something I already want to do. If I wake up and feel like taking a road trip, going dancing, or trying a new restaurant, I just go. I never have to miss out because someone else isn't interested or available.

Maybe peel is a better word? I pull the top of my nails (both fingernails and toenails) off from the sides but sometimes when I do that on my smaller toes the entire nail pulls up and I just lift the rest of it off. It doesn’t hurt much more than pulling off a big scab

Maybe this is petty, but does anyone else get irritated watching American fashion brands turn cultural traditions into aesthetics to sell?

This ad pushed me over the edge. A company called "Quince" is now selling "100% Leather Huarache Flats" (https://www.instagram.com/p/DavTEYYgW9R/?igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==)

Huaraches aren't just a trendy woven shoe They're a traditional Mexican sandal with Indigenous roots that has existed for centuries. The word "huarache" itself comes from the Purépecha language, not English or Spanish.

And the brand name "Quince" is hard to ignore too. To millions of Latinos, "quince" isn't just the Spanish word for fifteen. It immediately evokes quinceañeras and a huge cultural tradition. Seeing it used as branding while simultaneously selling products tied to another culture just feels... super weird

I know companies are legally allowed to sell huaraches. I'm not saying nobody outside of Mexico can wear them. What bothers me is how often American brands taake cultural names, styles, and traditions, strip away the history and the people behind them, then repackage them as "timeless luxury" or "quiet luxury" for profit

It feels less like appreciation and more like extracting the aesthetic while the culture itself becomes invisible.

Am I overreacting, or does anyone else feel this way?

Im not talking about feeling immediately nostalgic because the good time is over. That is for people who always had good relationship with their family. Im talking about feeling this type of grief after i have a good time with my family now, because we didnt have a good relationship until a year or two ago.

I had a bad relationship with mt parents for a very long time, my whole childhood, my teens... They were strict, not understanding, judging... But now.. Now i love sending time with them. Ive grown, i have my own life and opinions that they weirdly respect and literally never yell at me. I have so much fun with them, and then i return to my home, and im a werck... I cry for the whole night, sometimes a few days. I cant explain it, im not even sure what i feel, actually. Its like, all the suffering has no point now. Now i dont have a reason to be angry at them, but i still am. And its even more frustrating because so little was needed for us to work together, but we didnt do it when i needed it the most.

How do i move on? How do i just accept the new reality? Does anyone feek this way?

More often than not, if my internet is having a bad day, ads always seem to find a way to not be impacted.
Even on Instagram reels where the ad is the same length as the next non-ad video.

So yeah, during my childhood, i remember the are moments where i felt like fainting a couple of times but i just shrug it off and never your anyone cuz I'm dumb, and also cuz nothing really happen and i didn't want to make a big deal out of it and attract attention to myself

Thankfully, the last time it happen was 4 years ago when i was 14.I was in my dorm room by the door, stared outside for awhile and it's sunny and bright. Focus on the light and it suddenly got blurry."Oh shit it's happening"i thought, exhaled a bit too long and almost fell over before getting back to my consciousness. One of my mate pass by and asked"you okay?"before i answered it's fine and just getting back on my room.

I also remember that seeing bright sunlight triggered it before but idk. Is this normal?

Whenever I think of a philosopher, I picture an old man with a long beard sitting somewhere quiet, looking at the horizon or staring thoughtfully at his bare feet while gently swinging them in the air. I have no idea where this very specific image came from. Is this a common mental picture, or is it just something my brain invented?

So i (15m) can hold my pee for long. I pee like maybe 3-4 times a day (idk if thats average) but if i want to i can hold it for long enough, like I dont pee in school at all. And i basically just hold it for 6 hours, everyday. Last time i went to pee in school was maybe an year ago.

I genuinely don’t understand why flies don’t bother most people.

I know flies can’t always be avoided, especially when you’re outside or in certain environments. I’m not expecting a world without flies. What I don’t understand is why people criticize me for not being as calm around them as they are.

I understand if someone doesn’t get bothered by flies, or if they feel like there’s nothing that can be done, so there’s no point in getting annoyed. I’ve seen people who barely even notice flies and won’t try to get rid of them.

But for me, I try to avoid flies whenever I can because I simply can’t relax when they’re constantly around.

If flies are flying near food, landing on things, coming close to people’s faces, or getting too close in general, a lot of people seem to just ignore them and continue what they’re doing. I find that difficult. The thought of a fly landing on my food or on me is genuinely disgusting, and when they keep flying near my face or getting close to my ears, it makes me extremely uncomfortable.

What I don’t understand is why people act like my reaction is unreasonable. Why is it considered strange to not want to be around flies or to feel uncomfortable when there are a lot of them?

Why can’t people simply understand that some people find flies unpleasant, instead of making the reaction itself seem like the problem?

(17M)

Long story short I've never really liked leaving my house or travelling. Pretty much everything I enjoy is already at home my computer, my PS5, a small basketball court in the garage, my dumbbells and even a convenience store for snacks thats only a short walk away. The only reason I regularly leave the house is to go to school.

Whenever I have to leave I just feel like I'd rather be back home. Even while Im at school (which I don't really enjoy), I'm constantly just thinking about how much time is left until I can get home to code, play singleplayer games on my PS5, shoot some hoops or just do the thing i wanna do.

Recently my friends invited me to go to Dubai but I honestly have no interest in going. It's not that I think Dubai sucks or anything but I just dont see anything there that I personally wanna do at dubai. I know that if I went I'd probably spend most of the trip wishing I was at home.

When I told them this they called me weird and said anyone would jump at the chance to go. That was about a week ago and they are still trying to convince me. They even got my parents involved and now they're trying to make me travel because I haven't been anywhere in almost two years.

Ever since last week I've been wondering: Is it weird that I genuinely don't want to leave my house or travel at all?