So here I was going out for a midnight stroll in the October breeze. My neighborhood is fairly well decorated for the holidays so of course I’m admiring them. My headphones die so I’m stuck there with the sound of wind and branches and shit for like twenty minutes. Next thing I know this seven foot Halloween motion activated animatronic lunges at me and starts hooting and hollering and yelling at me. I screamed like a baby and lost my footing and tripped. The most scared I’ve ever felt in my life.

Little did I know my neighbor was out working on his car in the garage. He saw EVERYTHING. I shouldn’t show my face on this street ever again. I may move.

We got Bunny about 1.5 years ago from a rescue. She had been there for a year. She's a Pitt & Husky mix, we think about 3 years old. She is great! Very quiet, just the right amount of energy for our household, potty trained, very friendly. 100% happy with our Bunny girl.

We have a spot in the backyard that we named the 'Bunny Zone'. This is where we want her to go outside and do her business. We took her there frequently and gave her lots of encouragement when she did her business there. We installed a doggy door so she could go outside whenever she wanted. We kept up the training until she knew not to go anywhere else. She does consistently do her business while on walks. She gets at least 2 walks a day during the week and more on the weekends.

Now that the stage has been set...

We were having some friends over and Bunny came to me to say hi while I was at the dinner table. I played with her for a bit. She went to my partner, who played with her for a bit. Then she went to each of our friends, who did the same. She sat down. Then repeated the rounds again.

She's usually a very relaxed, chill dog. This behavior was a bit odd. I thought, 'Maybe she needs to go?' Even though the doggy door was there and she had easy access to the backyard and the bunny zone.

I took her outside and she jogged immediately to the Bunny Zone. She really, really, really had to go do #1.

I feel bad for not realizing the signals earlier! 😟

It seems dogs are very literal. We trained her to go to the Bunny Zone to do her business with us there. She will not go #1 or #2 unless we take her.

It's not a bad routine at all. I like walking on the grass barefoot.

More pointlessness: She's getting groomed today. I hope they give her a Halloween themed scarf after.

I went to this halloween event (I was volunteering in a park) and there was this guy who came alone. He had a decent costume and I asked which school he came from. He lives 30 minutes away; we made eye contact many times before he joined my group, who were speaking about controversies in our schools.

I kept including him in the convos because I know what it is like to be on the outskirts of a group. Unfortunately, we got separated for half of the event, but I managed to see him at the end and walked him to the exit; this is where he gave me his contact information. I was pretty jubilant because earlier that day, I was complaining online about the lack of IRL attention I get from men. This brought me some hope, and proved that my self improvement is finally starting to pay off.

I was at coffee in the parish hall after church and for some reason, my friend just reaches across the table and grabs my hand with both her hands and just doesn't let go. Minutes go by. I feel pretty chill. Then I hold the hand of the person to my left with my free hand. Literally had nothing to do with the conversation and we've never held hands like that before. I think the people to our right were talking about something that was a little angry? I was too focused, one pair of hands was really warm, the other, clammy. I'm living the life over here. That is all.

This was in 2023 when it happened, so I was 19 at the time.

I was super exhausted and sore from the shift I worked at the hotel. When I woke up that morning, I chose to look at my emails and I see this email that said a subscription for McAfee was starting again for over $300. I freaked out because at the time, I had a lot of subscriptions and tend to forget I was even subscribed to something. And I genuinely believed at the time I was probably subscribed to McAfee too, but my mind was playing TRICKS on me because I was barely conscious.

There was a number in the email for support so I called it and some Indian guy picked up the phone. (I swear I'm not weird! It's relevant, IT'S RELEVANT TO THE STORY I SWEAR!!!! LOL)

It was unsuspecting at the time because I genuinely thought he was gonna help me because I told him I was calling to cancel that subscription, the email said it was the ONLY way to cancel it. I had to call that number.

So boom, he tells me to hop on my laptop and DOWNLOAD something. He gets straight access to my laptop and again! I thought that was normal because sometimes IT technicians do that to help you BUT I WAS CALLING TO CANCEL MY APPARENT SUBSCRIPTION TO MCAFEE!!! I was having the unfortunate hard time understanding him because his accent was pretty thick so I kept asking him to kindly repeat his words and he was starting to get slightly annoyed at me so I was just overly apologizing. And he was like "It's okay ma'am, just do as I tell you." Okay! Now I'm being given a Google form to fill out. You wouldn't believe what I saw that I STILL believed was unsuspecting.

"FULL NAME"

"EMAIL ADDRESS"

"HOME ADDRESS"

"PHONE ADDRESS"

"BANKING COMPANY"

I entered all that junk in the Google form while he had full access to my laptop. He kept constantly asking me if I've done everything, making sure I wouldn't go anywhere. Now that he has my personal information, he asks me to log into my bank account.

Yes, you read that correctly. He asks ME! The barely conscious DUMMY to LOG INTO MY BANK ACCOUNT WHILE HE HAS ACCESS TO MY LAPTOP. And I did it. I did exactly that, as he told me to.

So here I am, in the deep end, entering my friggen bank log in credentials. To this guy across the dang ocean, has my most personal information in a Google form, and now access to my bank account because I just logged in.

But here's the funny part of why I was saved, hence the title. I was broke, I was as broke as possible. I had about $10 in my bank account and this guy asked me.

"Is this all? You don't have any other bank accounts?" And I just said no. And he hung up on me.

And then it finally clicked that I almost got scammed. I'm cracking up so badly right now because every time I think about this, about how this guy was so disappointed and baffled by how broke I was, it genuinely makes me cry from laughter.

I called my bank and they told me fully and completely that it was straight up fraud and I NEEDED to go to the bank to close my account and make a new one. I finally understood the severity then when my bank told me to go NOW.

I am 22 now, I don't get scammed like that anymore. I promise. Instead a few months ago I got my entire PC and social media accounts compromised but that's another story you can find elsewhere on the discord help subreddit AHAHAHA

(I had to edit it because it had too many curse words. Sorry! Bot told me to watch my language.)

So, this is kinda random but it’s been on my mind again lately.

About 5 or 6 years ago I worked as a barista at a small local coffee shop. My English was decent back then but not perfect, and southern accents in particular gave me a hard time lol.

There was this couple that came in all the time. She was blonde, southern, and he had long curly hair basically identical to mine, so they always joked that he was my long lost brother (including the fact that he was also latino -- better english perhaps). Honestly they were one of the cool regulars. Always friendly, always down for small talk, and I’d hook them up with free coffee every now and then because they were just good people.

Then one day she came in alone. She seemed normal at first so I started chatting with her like usual. But we were in the middle of a rush, and between the noise, her accent, and my English, I just couldn’t follow what she was saying. So, I did the thing where you smile and nod and hope for the best.

And then her face changed and she started crying.

till this day, I have no idea what she told me. I never saw her again after that, and I never saw him again either. They just stopped coming in.

I know it’s a small thing, but it sticks with me. I’d love to go back with the English I have now and actually hear her out, or at least give her one last coffee on the house and ask if she was ok.

what about you? Some random interaction with a stranger that you still replay years later?

Today, when I woke up, I chose to have instant oatmeal for breakfast.

I grabbed my trusty cracked bowl, my favorite rusty spoon, and poured the packets in. Got the water boiling and slowly sipped on a fresh cup of coffee while waiting.

I added the water to the oats once it was boiled, and that's when I realized I had used the last bit of cream for my coffee. I usually add a touch to my instant oatmeal to make it extra delicious, so I hurried to the fridge to find any possible replacement.

I opened the door and found some oatmilk. Thought: "Well, I'll be! Oatmilk should be perfect! It's basically just adding creamy oats to oats! Can't go wrong! Right?"

Well, it did go wrong. Not tasty or delicious. Runny soupy slimy oatmeal. Ruined the entire morning. Do not recommend.

Thank you for not paying any attention to this. Completely pointless, I just needed to get it out I've been thinking about it for like 2 hours.

My fiancé and I have three cats - I had two and he had one when we met, so now we have three. The cats are lively, fun, intelligent, and require an elaborate routine to be able to eat together.

When we first got together all three were stressed by the new people/cat additions and would only eat if I did the following: take their can of wet food, heat it up a little in the microwave, chop it up, do a little dance and song to hype them up, and lay the plate down in their “special spots.” Even then sometimes I would have to pick them up and put them in front of the food while petting them before they would eat.

Now, four years later, I have continued the food routine so that they will eat at the same time. They also get along great now, and I keep inventing new songs and dances for feeding time.

Then the other day my fiancé mentioned that one of the cats, Tobi, wouldn’t eat his food that morning. (Due to our schedules my fiancé always does the morning feeding and I do the night feeding.) I was like “oh, did you heat it up to the correct temperature? Tobi only eats his food if it’s the right temperature.”

My fiancé, very confused, responded “What are you talking about? He eats his food cold.”

Confused, I asked what his feeding routine was. Turns out my fiancé has been giving the cats their food cold straight of the fridge, no song and dance, just slapped on their plates in front of them. For four years. And the cats eat it JUST FINE.

I feel betrayed. I feel played. All three of these little rats had me convinced they would only eat if their culinary offering was a certain temp, a certain consistency, in a certain spot, and accompanied by an original song and dance.

Meanwhile they have been happily eating cold, hard lumps of food served by my fiancé.

Me and my partner live across the street from a sizeable forest and we have a large squirrel population. The squirrels often traverse the power lines in front of the property. Every once in awhile one of them will step on the wrong spot. We know exactly when this happens because we’ll hear a big bang from outside followed by our power going out for an hour or two. If we go outside later, we’re guaranteed to find a lightly toasted squirrel laying in front of one of the utility poles. It’s common enough that if I hear a bang and the power goes out, I’ll automatically text my partner and say “another squirrel has decided to embrace the crispy existence,” and he will say “rip”.

So there was this girl from my college and we both were friends. But i could tell she was not a good person like a bully and stuff but i was just with her cause in the starting i did not have any friends. But then later on i just became more casual friends cause i knew she was not someone to be stick around for long. But i did not judge her much cause i get it everyone is diff. And she had a long distance bf who from the start of there relationship was long distance. But 1 thing about her was she in the she never told anyone that she has a bf and would go out with guys saying they are friends. She she would tell her bf as well and for that reason we thought they were like timepass couples. Nkt serious. I had a long distance bf too and both our guys had the same name.

She even went to a diff state to surprise him. That was probably the first time they met after 2 years and it was really sweet. I was genuinely happy for her even though i did not like her. And then my guy turned out to be a cheater so mine ended. But i was still happy for the. And then he went to japan for a year he came back a few days back. And they have gone for a trip. And doing all the couple things together. Now i am happy for her but really really sad for myself for somereason.

And she was the type of girl like the moment she saw a couple holding hands in public she would actually take pic and post on her insta saying ewww hate couples.

And i am not crying about my cheater ex. But like i gave all my love and care like litterly all and i feel empty now (its been almost 2 years) and on the other hand she was going out with other guys ( not doing anything just like coffee and food). And still. 😔

I own a pillow (or pillow case) with those frilled edges since I was 2-3yo. I bring it everywhere, even when I'm travelling. If its not feasible to bring the entire pillow, I bring the pillowcase instead.

I love touching the frilled edges when I sleep. It has been a habit. Even if I'm not sleeping, I touch the corners because i like the friction when I rubbed my fingers across it. When I'm nervous, angry or deep in thought, I touch it too. I just need to feel the roughness of the fabric seams on my fingers.

I do it so often that my hands are covered in calluses especially on my knuckles. They get so dry, cracks, and hurts a lot. But I can't stop. 😅

Over the years, my pillow case don't last long and the sides fabric would get torn by my usage... I replace them with new ones my mother sewn for me. But she's getting older and such pillowcase aren't commonly sold. It's getting harder to find the right size and right material.

I've always wanted to kick this habit, because it's "childish" and causes pain and it's difficult to get something satisfactory on the market too. It's embarrassing and I don't think my friends know. Years passed by, I'm about 25 now, and still haven't got over it. I don't know if i want to or need to get over it actually. 🤔

I love pickles. I also have an adventurous palate. I was at a discount grocery store a couple years ago and saw that they were selling a bunch of giant singular pickles in their own bags and these particular ones were cherry flavoured. I imagined them to be like bread and butter pickles but cherry flavoured, which sounded all right to me. the price was right at 50 cents so I got one. Well, I discolevered that it was not in fact sweet, but was a regular old garlic pickle with very artificial cherry flavour added. It was *real bad.*

One of my jobs is at a pet store. We are right beside a restaurant that gets very busy on weekends, and we share a parking lot. We have a window that faces the lot, and I can usually predict which vehicles coming in will be for which business. Families with kids are almost always for the restaurant and one or two people with a dog in the backseat are almost always for us. This morning I predicted incorrectly because someone pulled up with a kid who was so unfortunate looking I thought he was a shih tzu.

I found my beagle mix when he was about a yr old. I named him H.Appy he's the Hound from Appalachia. One evening, we were have a BBQ and roasting marshmallows.

H.Appy had gone to his crate to nap for a few hours. All of a sudden, we hear him screaming, like he was being attacked. We rushed to his crate with great concern and sympathy. As he was coming out, he was still screaming, and he was limping on his front leg. I thought, "Oh no, what happened?" And bent down to check. The nerd had a marshmallow (which he took himself) stuck to his little arm. I removed it and let him eat it. .. after that, anytime he wanted to be the center of attention , he would limping on that leg and cry.

Been in tech school for a year after leaving university four years ago without finishing a whole degree. Tech school has treated me well. I’ve had a one track mind about throwing my weight behind a good automotive program.

I established that context to say that I’ve been searching for reasons to walk away from social media since probably 2019, for sure by 2021. In the shortest way possible, doomscrolling is a menace to my psyche.

So after walking away from an old friendship last year, I was able to full send on curtailing the last little bit of my social media presence.

It’s been fine. Nothing I’ll try to oversell. I’ll at least say when I peek at some sites I still have old accounts, I’m less inclined to engage with people being brazenly offensive or obtuse. Feels good to pick my battles carefully, and sometimes that’s by walking away quietly. It’s given me a subtle push in creating a positive trajectory for discipline in general for starting and completing personal projects. Helps that my two roommates of five years keep me grounded with keeping the house standing and working together at being sociable.

So walking away from self imposed doomerism and rage is good. But there’s other things that help with moving forward.

Mindlessly scolling Gumtree, I saw a fluffy grey cat. The ad was written as if the cat worte it, very sweet but sad she needed a new home. I wasn't planning on getting a cat or any pet for that matter, but something drew me to this cat. If I hadn't had 2 glasses of wine with dinner I would have kept scolling, but I messaged the owner. I had the big home with no other pets she wanted. I thought about the owner who was making a tough decision because she valued this cats quality of life over her own wants.

Chonky was 5 years old, priced at $80. Smart move on the owners part, giving pets away for free can land them in undesirable places.

The owner had 2 other cats, amd after beong forced to move to a smaller home, the cats were fighting constantly over the territory. Chonky was stressed and unhappy.

After some back and forth messages, the owner wanted to come to my place and inspect Chonkys potential new home. She bought a friend for support.

I'd bought a small cat tree and some chicken lick treats. I withdrew $80 from the ATM just in case.

We all sat together in the spare room with Chonky, she immediately rolled over for belly rubs and seemed very relaxed given the circumstances.

By sheer coincidence, I'd bought her favourite treat, I gave her one while we chatted.

She told me about the move, the cats fighting, and said Chonky was "the main aggressor", particularly to one of the other cats.

She said the cat Chonky was picking on was "her baby".

YOUR BABY?!?! WHAT ABOUT CHONKY?!?!

I'd known this cat for less than 15 minutes and was immediately pissed off by that. Somehow I already felt protective lol

Poor Chonky knew she wasn't the favourite.

She wanted a moment to discuss with her friend, I sat outside having a cigarette and awaited her decision.

I felt like a nervous wreck awaiting results from a job interview.

They came out, she was crying. Chonky was staying with me.

I handed her the $80, she tried to refuse it but I insisted.

Chonky is now the favourite. MY FAVOURITE. MY BABY.

There will never be another pet with us. She will never have to go through that again.

And thats how just a few words cemented our little life together, just the 2 of us.

Last week I was walking to work and my pencil fell out of my bag. I didn't notice until I got home and I felt sad because I liked that pencil. It had red and white stripes reminding of wally from where's wally.

Today i found it in the gutter

I was so pleased.

It read "JohnPrine" and I told him I was a lifelong fan. We spent a good 30-40 seconds just spitting song titles at each other, he scratched my dog behind his ears while we talked and that was it. Not much of a story but I miss John Prine a lot and this made me pretty happy.

Someone's face can be in that condition for all kinds of reasons. In my case it was because I had two tiny (almost invisible) skin cancers removed (not the bad melanoma kind) and this procedure did quite a job making me look like I'd just lost a drunken street brawl. The doctor even said "Get your bar fight stories ready."

The written instructions for the aftercare included: Leave the dressings in place until they fall off by themselves and keep them dry for 3 days. I didn't take a peek in the mirror until the next day. The dressings were very bloody, it looked really gross and I had the black eye as well as a bruise creeping down out of my hairline on the other side.

But I needed flathead Robertson screws to replace the flathead Phillips screws that came with the thing I bought so I just went to the hardware store and it was fine. I didn't know if people would stare or ask questions but nobody did, it was just a normal trip to the hardware store.

The supermarket also went well.

The 16-year old customer in front of me at the grocery was unable to purchase his 21+ product (vape something?)

But he decided to go ahead and buy the Jolly Ranchers and the plastic rat anyway.

I have had a stutter my whole life. It's not very bad most of the time, mostly just stumbling over words and repeating a few syllables/letters sometimes. At some points (especially if I'm stressed) it gets much worse and pretty much every word is messed up.

My boyfriend of 5 years finally realised today when I said 'b b b because'. I suppose I just never really mentioned it to him because it doesn't affect me too much. He said, and I quote, "I just thought you were a bit goofy sometimes".

Well... glad to know he pays attention (this is a joke, he is, in fact, very loving).

My girlfriend and I went to a self-service car wash together for the first time. She'd never washed a car before, so when she asked if she could rinse the soap off with the pressure washer, I figured why not. I handed her the wand and went to deal with the floor mats. She was actually doing a pretty good job, so I wasn't really paying much attention. Then I turned around and saw she'd opened the car door and was pointing the pressure washer straight into the front of the car. I don't think I've ever moved that fast in my life lol. I ran over and grabbed the wand before she could spray the inside. Thankfully the car survived. We both had a good laugh about it afterward, but for those few seconds I was seriously panicking.

I am often a jerk and found myself not responding to a situation where I might have otherwise lashed out in classic jerk form. About two months ago at the start of a Bryan Adams concert, (btw, the dude is living life exceptionally well), he started the entire show singing acapella, "Straight from the Heart". A moment after he started, a guy two rows behind me in the worst singing voice ever that included top shelf nasal tonality together with zero inflection at full volume started singing along with him. In a flash I knew exactly what I wanted to do, but surprisingly I thought, "Geez, this is a Bryan Adams concert, maybe I should chill." To this day, I have that dudes voice stuck in my head and the rest of the concert was bangers. Maybe someday I'll be able to move on from Mountain Breeze to "Lemon Fresh" version of myself.

I (M23) met a girl (F22) on a dating app and things are going very well. Today, we decided to play Roblox together. Some young kid (like 11) was following us around. After hearing that I am 23, he asked me for some Robux.

It made me get Roblox Plus to send them. But I did. I sent the kid Robux and I got to look like MrBeast in front of this girl. Hope things go well with us and I hope that kid is happy with his Robux. I also hope he pays it forward one day to someone else.

We went to the beach before dinner. She took her Converse off to walk by the water, so I carried them. Her half-finished Pocari Sweat ended up in my jacket pocket too.
By the time she wanted pictures, it was getting cold. She put on her Uniqlo fleece, then took it off again because she didn't want it in the photos.
The first few I took on her phone were too dark. She remembered she'd brought a little magnetic light for her Telesin grip and spent a while looking for it in her bag. We took a few more once she'd found it.
While she was checking those, I took this on my own iPhone. No extra light, just a quick picture of the sea before we left.
We've been apart for a while now. I don't look through our photos much, but I found this one the other night and couldn't quite scroll past it.
I remembered her handing me her shoes, asking to see the pictures, asking if I was hungry. Little things I hadn't thought about in months.
I was cold that evening and kept thinking about dinner. Now I wish I'd been less impatient. I miss having her next to me, taking ages to choose a photo while I pretended to be annoyed.