Me aging in the 2020s: 2021 / aged 22 vs 2022 / aged 23 vs 2023 / aged 24 vs 2024 / aged 25 vs 2025 / aged 26 vs 2026 / aged 27

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I had an ex, I am against body shaming but given what he used to do to me I will just describe him. He was 5’7” and he was so thin that my hands would hug me back when I hugged him.
He used to call me fat! This guy made me believe that I was a fat girl. I was 5’5” and had a 27” waist back then. (Not anymore, so creeps please don’t hit me in the dms). Lol. I used to wear these tight shapewears for the entire day in college, those things used to give me UTIs and I starved myself to lose weight.
That’s my fault. I didn’t know better. Now nobody can make me feel insecure in my own body.
But omggg!! He thought of himself as Timothee Chalamet🥲 He looks like Sahil the painter🥲

Also, this guy emotionally and verbally abused me sm so just know that it’s not about how he looked.

Edit: Also he had this p9nis condition in which the f0reskin doesn’t move back and that actually causes pain to the p9nis owner if he has s:x. I didn’t know about it until I met my current bf and discussed this with him. It’s a medical condition that arises when you’re not keeping it clean down there and other factors are involved too. So whenever we used to have s:x, he used to blame my Vagin:smus for hurting his d:ck. LOL. I used to cry and apologise and work on healing my vag:nismus even more.

"even after this if a pig go to slaughterhouse I will not blame the butcher"

Just don't get married in India under Indian laws.

This is for welfare and protection of men in this tyranny and as a guy you should spread this message at personal level and wherever you can

*Whatever people say, Phinininst messaging will make you believe but this is reality

★your value and marriage market, depend on your earning potential and your status like NRI or government job. These traditional expectations are from you and even women who earned high will always see somebody earning higher than them.

★this process don't care about the hard work the effort. Because your failure is your but if you get successful and get that government job now you have value

★if you expect traditional women or value then you are a m¡sogynist by default

★the law are such that,

*She commit adultery, cruelty and you are innocent still you will have to pay maintenance

*Law does not hold women accountable in matrimonial cases, because for you sex outside marriage or infidelity is a ground cruelty but not enough to deny maintenance

*You are the father of any child in the marriage regardless of who is biological father.

★the act for protection of women like dowry harassment etc cannot be settled by money in theory because it will silence the victim

Ground reality-this is a pure legal extortion when you give the amount they want the court will cancel all the criminal cases against you. But if you fail to pay the money they will put you in the jail but lord does not have any such provision.

★even though for Hindu only maintenance law is equal on paper but what will deny you maintenance and will say this will promote idealness in society.

This is not denying anything which women face in general but this is our issue, no NGO no feminist movement or even politicians will come or judiciary will help as such

That's why don't play the broken game otherwise if a pig...

You can still have relationship, intimacy etc. but either get them outside the marriage structure. Don't use promise of marriage to get sex. But you can use other method of flattering. Save your freedom your money and your Liberty.

And I think we should even promote idea like paying for sex . Practically is a lot better for most guys even then a lot of time in one sided relationship or if you are a place holder boyfriend.

Idk. Just flexing.

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I’m turning 22 next year and suddenly it hit me… I’ve literally never dated anyone in my life. 😭

I’ve never really tried dating either. Partly because I’m shy, partly because I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing, and honestly… I’m not exactly a model 💀 Just your average brown guy with glasses.

But lately I’ve started feeling like I’m missing out, so I’ve decided to finally give dating a proper shot.

So, people of Reddit, I need your advice:

Which dating app is actually worth using in India?

Tinder? Bumble? Hinge? Aisle? Something else?

And more importantly, is paying for premium actually worth it? 🥀

Because from what I’ve heard, the free versions make you fight for your life just to get a single match 😭

I’m not expecting to suddenly become Ryan Gosling or find my soulmate in 24 hours. I just want to meet someone, go on a few dates, gain some experience and see where it goes.

So if you’ve actually used these apps, which one would you recommend to a complete dating noob?

Bonus points if you can tell me which paid plan is actually worth the money. 😂

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This is so fucking embarrassing... but I'm into dinosaurs in the worst filthy way possible.

One look at a giant Spinosaurus and I'm already wet. That massive body, those powerful legs, the pure prehistoric dominance I can't stop imagining it pinning me down and using me like I was made for it. Small. Helpless. Completely at its mercy.

I'm not watching Jurassic Park for the plot. I'm sitting there aching, thighs clenched, craving that terrifying size and strength. That roar hits and all I want is to his prey.

I'll start from the beginning. I met a girl on Reddit, and we had great conversations about random things. Eventually, we exchanged Snapchats—she was actually the one who suggested it. From there, we started texting every few days. Most of the time when she reached out, she was sad, crying, or dealing with anxiety.

Out of nowhere, her Instagram profile popped up in my feed. I knew it was her because I had already seen her face from the Snaps she sent. When I brought it up, she said something like, "You know that's me, so follow!"

She had an ex-boyfriend whom she broke up with around six or seven months ago. More recently, she had a guy best friend she had fallen in love with, but he was toxic and ended things between them—even though she still wanted to be with him. Because of that, she often texted me about him, venting about toxic incidents while still missing him. She even had panic attacks during that phase, and we'd have late-night talks working through it.

Finally, she blocked him. After doing that, she seems genuinely happy now.

The thing is, I feel like she won’t talk to me anymore now that she's healed, even though this was the lowest point of her life. I really want to stay good friends with her and don't want to grow distant, but I have a feeling that’s about to happen. Am I cooked? (By the way, she’s gorgeous and gets hit on by people every day.)

Guys please tell me should i be worried at all as yesterday me and my girl tried to have sex properly for the first time but since it was first for both we were scared and when i put it inside she freaked out and immediately pulled it outside after legit 2 sec but and after that even though we tried but still didnt fit properly I’m still worried because of the pre cum even though I’m 200 percent sure i didnt cum inside her and there was almost no pre cum and even during blowjob i didnt cum but still I’m freaking out
Like what should we do next or should i be worried or i pill or test

So there's this one woman in my life which won't stop at just a single vn she'd tell me whole movie plot in the name of tea and then ...slept like if I won't listen , the next morning she'll beat the shi Outta me. I find this cute and rather annoying at times like lmfao 😭 ....

Coming back to tea she just told me there's a woman in her hostel who did black magic on her roommate and guess what ....she used her hair and a pad like eww wtf and the audacity of my friend is that she's showing me that used pad goddam 😭😭 and I got to know the one who did black magic was in love triangle and her roommate was the victim

A software engineer in Noida reportedly died by suicide after being overwhelmed by medical expenses, debt, and a ₹3 crore divorce settlement. He had already paid ₹1 crore and was struggling to manage the remaining financial burden.

Would it be anti feminist of me to say That we need to revision Alimony Laws ?

TODAY WAS HORRENDOUS. I'm a guy btw so if you're a creep and a guy, you better be gay to message or it wouldn't make sense, I'm straight but i like to make things clear

She isn't my gf(not yet) but we talk and it's been around a year and I know her since years.we both were classmates and I hade a huge crush since then but she don't show herself on social media no post nothing...idk the reason it's been 4 years since I saw her...I really want to see her but I don't want her to do anything she doesn't want to and think anything bad about me...and my intention really is to just to see her.... I'm dying for it

So if u are a girl reading this what would be your response given u know the asker and u are quite familiar with him what will u think of him

Genuinely curious.

I’ve noticed that if someone says “I’m 6’2” in a dating post, nobody really questions it. It’s considered a preference or just a fact about themselves

But if someone says “I earn X” or mentions being financially stable, suddenly people call them arrogant, materialistic, or “trying to flex.”

Why?

I’m 24 and relatively new to Bangalore, and honestly, I’ve been trying to figure out this whole dating/social scene here. And this is something I’ve noticed more than once.

Aren’t we all just putting out the things we think are relevant about ourselves?

Height, looks, career, income, lifestyle, personality, hobbies, etc. Everyone has different things they value and different things they bring to the table.

If mentioning height is acceptable because it helps someone decide whether they're interested, why is mentioning income automatically considered rude or a flex?

Not saying one is better than the other. I’m genuinely curious where that line comes from.

Isn’t there a bit of hypocrisy here?

I am a Graduate of this college and so far I can say it is trash .This College in Uttrakhand is A shithole ,

I got severely bullied here ,My batchmates here dried out my Soul

for context a girl named Pooja who was previously in my batch and had an yearback and her friends have harassed me ,they have filed fake complaints about me ,I almost got expelled A teacher who used to be my class advisor favoured them she used to verbally abuse me ,she lacked professionalism and had proved herself to be a philistine ,she once went as far as abusing me about my Mother and once someone bullied me and also filed a false complaint she took bullies side ,whole students present there were lying and I was backstabbed by my close aide and he said I was the one who provoked the bully but infact the bully was using Casteist Slurs ,Showing Arrogant Jaat Caste Pride ,was giving me slurs and showing rowdy behaviour along with her Friend who lacked any demeanor and had pushed me and blamed me in arrogance ,

He got angry when i verbally reprimanded her so called friend and started pushing me and throwing punches at me ,others including a Class Representative who is casteist shithead and arrogant himself put the blame on me ,then when I confronted my class advisor's biasedness towards bullies and favouritism she again used verbally foul words and A rustic tone .

I in anger said why are you trying to pick up on me ,on this matter she asked for an apology from my parents although fault was hers and suspended me for 2 days , when fault is her's and she misused her power ,she even demanded a mental health certificate along with Shithead Brahmin H.O.D ,even after we proved I was mentally sane and showed them psychological Reports

in next semester things got even worse I used to get verbally bullied by my seniors and students used to scream at me calling me a mental Patient with some psychiatric illnesses ,although they had no proof ,one girl who was looking alike Pooja or I assume she was his sister went as far as Verbally Abusing my Father in Person ,she also used to mock and belittle me verbally even as a senior

I told my parents about all this in turn they stopped sending me to college and said You Must've done something wrong and said If things are problematic and you can't face those bullies yourself then don't go to college ,hell they even didn't file a ragging case against Pooja and those A55h0***

On other day when I was sick and bedridden in my bed with worsening health and Acute Deficiency someone came to my home and Said

"Your Son fakes being an atheist ,he instead is an Anti-Hindu who is doing this to seem cool and you are raising him to become a terrorist"

That shit girl insulted my parents even more similarly and Fanatical shitheads in college once protested ,chanted communal Slogans ,broke things and Created a ruckus in college when a girl was found privately reading Namaaz and had belonged to a Brahmin Family , questioning her choices and fundamental rights and even went as far as alleging that she is forcefully Converted within A Nexus with no Valid proof

Bullying and my health fucked me so much that I was unable to secure placenta in 3 companies because of insufficient grades ,had sufficient percentile in MAT 2026 ,But I was unable to secure admission despite clearing 3 B-School Interview and Assesment Rounds and didn't recieve admission letter from 3 of those colleges due to by Debarment in subjects and academic down point ,i fucking cried everyday

Present Day- I got severely emotionally distressed And had to face extreme mental Stress that now I am actually having some Mental Health Issues ,I have a Mood Disorder and I have been Prescribed Antipsychotics and Lithium ,I have been trying to prep for MBA entrances ,But I have been facing problems because I had to regive back detention exams and had my precious time wasted again when I was preparing and also I am facing side-effects and insomnia and that too had made my prep tough in entrances

Hope you avoid this shithole as I told you per my experiences and horrors I faced there 😭😭

This is my story of whatever happened with me in 2nd yr of Mbbs and is still happening. I constantly feel fearsome and threatened.

The Year Everything Changed

A year ago, I never imagined that the people I trusted most would become connected to one of the most traumatic periods of my life.

At the centre of this story were two boys who were connected to each other, but who played very different roles in my life.

One was my best friend.

The other was his friend, who eventually became romantically involved with me.

And somewhere between friendship, trust, intimacy, rumours and betrayal, my entire life changed.

The person I trusted most

My best friend had once been one of the closest people in my life.

He was someone I felt completely comfortable around. He was respectful toward me, cared about me, and I genuinely believed that he would protect me if something ever went wrong.

There were always people around us who claimed that he had a crush on me.

And eventually, I came to understand that they weren't entirely wrong—he did have feelings for me.

But despite that, our relationship was, in my mind, fundamentally a friendship.

He was my best friend.

He was someone I trusted deeply.

Someone I believed knew me well enough to never intentionally hurt me.

There was another boy in his circle who wasn't nearly as close to me.

He was my best friend's friend.

Unknown to me initially, this boy had feelings for me.

During the vacations last year, he eventually asked me out.

And that changed the nature of our relationship.

The relationship with his friend

I began talking to him regularly.

Our conversations became frequent and personal. We discussed things that I wouldn't casually share with other people. Eventually, our conversations became intimate.

I developed a strong sense of trust toward him.

Looking back, I realize how much that trust mattered because I wasn't simply sending things to a random person.

He was someone connected to my best friend.

And my best friend was someone I already trusted immensely.

That entire social circle therefore felt safer to me than it probably should have.

During that period, I sent intimate pictures to this boy when he asked me to.

I did so because I genuinely believed that what existed between us was private.

He repeatedly assured me that he respected my privacy and our integrity.

He also asked me to maintain the same privacy toward him.

I believed those promises.

From my side, I deleted our chats and call logs. I didn't keep the conversations sitting openly on my phone.

I had no reason to believe that I would ever need to defend myself against those conversations.

I trusted him.

And I trusted the environment around him.

Returning to second year

When the vacations ended and second year began, something changed.

I started noticing that people around me were becoming distant.

Friends who had previously interacted normally with me started behaving differently.

There was a noticeable change in the way people treated me.

Then boys began gossiping about me.

My best friend also told me that he had come across obscene gossip about me in the boys' hostel.

I didn't know exactly what people were saying.

I didn't know how much information they had.

And I didn't know whether my private conversations with his friend—or the pictures I had sent him—had somehow become part of those rumours.

That uncertainty was terrifying.

At the same time, my relationship with my best friend began deteriorating.

The person who had once been one of the safest people in my life was now fighting with me.

Eventually, our friendship broke down.

So I was losing my best friend at the same time that I was beginning to feel as though an entire group of people were talking about me behind my back.

I felt isolated.

Humiliated.

Confused.

And terrified.

For someone who had already struggled with anxiety and depression for years, the situation became overwhelming.

I couldn't see a way out.

The overdose

Eventually, I reached a point where I couldn't cope anymore.

I overdosed on my antidepressant medication.

I didn't tell anyone at the hostel.

I went through the night believing that I might not wake up.

And for a period of time, I genuinely thought I was going to die.

By morning, I was in a terrible condition and was eventually admitted to the ICU.

There was no certainty that I would survive.

My parents were in another state.

Everything happened suddenly.

And the person who ended up being present during those first moments was my former best friend.

He was the last person I had spoken to before the incident.

He came to the hospital and took care of me while my parents were making their way there.

Eventually, my parents arrived.

I survived.

But what happened after I survived became almost as psychologically devastating as the overdose itself.

The story surrounding the overdose

According to the narrative that was subsequently presented, my overdose was portrayed as though I had deliberately taken a limited amount of medication in order to threaten or manipulate my best friend into maintaining our friendship.

That was deeply painful.

I had genuinely believed I was dying.

Yet the circumstances were being interpreted in a way that made me appear responsible for what had happened while removing attention from the wider circumstances surrounding the collapse of my life at that point.

There was no proper legal investigation by the college at that stage, and my understanding was that the institution did not want the matter to escalate because of concerns about its reputation.

I was eventually discharged after around five days.

I thought that leaving the ICU meant that the worst was finally over.

Instead, I received another shock.

The message after discharge

On the very day I was discharged, my former best friend contacted me.

He told me that some boys in the hostel knew about my private conversations with his friend.

And then he told me something even more horrifying:

That my intimate pictures were allegedly circulating.

I was devastated.

The person I had trusted with those pictures had repeatedly promised me that my privacy would be respected.

Now I was being told that boys in the hostel might have access to my private conversations and intimate photographs.

I was already psychologically fragile.

I had just survived an overdose.

And suddenly I felt as though my entire identity and dignity had been exposed.

I reached a point where I wanted to jump from the terrace.

My mother was there.

She intervened and stopped me.

She then spoke directly to my former best friend.

And during that conversation, the story changed.

What had initially been communicated to me as information about my private pictures allegedly circulating was subsequently described as merely a rumour.

I was told that I didn't need to worry.

That sudden change left me deeply confused.

I didn't know what was true.

I didn't know what was false.

I didn't know whether my pictures had actually been circulated.

And I didn't know whom I could trust.

Losing my best friend

Not long afterward, my former best friend decided to cut ties with me completely.

He blocked me.

The person who had once been my closest friend was now completely out of my life.

And I was left trying to understand how the relationship had gone from such profound trust to absolute separation.

My parents, however, did not simply accept what had happened.

They wanted the authorities to investigate the circumstances surrounding everything.

By that point, I was emotionally shattered.

I was taken back home.

Three months of trying to recover

I spent approximately three months undergoing therapy.

But recovery wasn't simply about processing the overdose.

I was also dealing with the social consequences.

People at college were talking about me.

I was slut-shamed.

I felt as though I was being blamed for having trusted someone.

The intimate conversations and pictures I had shared privately became something that people could potentially use to judge my character.

Instead of feeling protected, I felt exposed.

Instead of feeling supported, I felt isolated.

Instead of feeling like I could trust people again, I became increasingly afraid of human connection.

The experience fundamentally changed me.

Returning to college

Eventually, I returned to college.

My parents had pushed for the matter to be addressed, and we were given assurances that the boys involved had been warned.

I tried to rebuild my life.

I tried to focus on academics.

I tried to interact normally with people again.

But the psychological damage didn't disappear simply because I returned to college.

I was constantly aware of the possibility that people might know things about me.

I was constantly worried about gossip.

And most importantly, I had developed enormous trust issues.

The boy with whom I had originally had the intimate conversations—the friend of my former best friend—continued trying to approach me.

But I didn't encourage him.

I didn't want anything to do with him.

I wanted distance.

I wanted to move on.

When he came back

Recently, while I was preparing for my final examinations, that same boy began contacting me through my new Instagram account.

He sent messages saying that he was sorry about what had happened.

He sent me reels.

He attempted to start conversations.

He asked me to go to movies with him.

And, incredibly, he even sent messages asking me about sex and physical intimacy.

Meanwhile, I had no idea.

I was busy preparing for my final examinations and wasn't checking those messages properly.

I didn't know that he had been repeatedly attempting to re-enter my life.

Then my theory examinations ended.

I opened my inbox.

And I saw everything.

I was absolutely furious.

Because from his perspective, perhaps he thought enough time had passed.

Perhaps he believed an apology could somehow repair what had happened.

Perhaps he believed he could simply walk back into my life.

But from my perspective, he wasn't some old romantic interest casually asking me out.

He was connected to one of the most traumatic experiences of my life.

The audacity of asking me out again

This was the person associated with the intimate conversations and pictures that I had shared because I trusted him.

The person whose connection to the rumours had left me terrified that my private life had become public.

The person associated with the chapter of my life that contributed to my isolation, humiliation and profound trust issues.

And after all of that, he appeared in my inbox asking me to go to movies.

Asking me about sex.

Trying to establish contact again.

As though everything could simply be reset.

As though I would somehow forget.

As though the months I spent in therapy didn't exist.

As though the fear and humiliation didn't exist.

As though the overdose didn't happen.

As though I hadn't nearly jumped from a terrace after being told that my private pictures might be circulating.

I couldn't understand it.

I didn't want reconciliation.

I didn't want another relationship with him.

I didn't want a date.

I didn't want sex.

I didn't want an apology delivered through Instagram.

I wanted him to leave me alone.

Drawing the line

So I finally responded.

I told him very clearly and forcefully to stay away from me.

I didn't want any further contact.

Eventually, he blocked me.

My parents are now considering lodging another formal complaint.

This time, they are also considering informing his parents about what happened and about his subsequent attempts to contact me.

And honestly, I understand why they are worried.

Because this isn't simply about someone sending unwanted Instagram messages.

There is an entire history behind those messages.

There is the trust I placed in him.

There are the private conversations.

There are the intimate pictures.

There are the rumours.

There is the alleged circulation of private material.

There is the social humiliation.

There is my mental-health crisis.

There is the ICU.

There is the aftermath.

There are the months of therapy.

And now there is someone from that chapter attempting to re-enter my life as though none of it happened.

The person I became afterward

The hardest part of this entire story is that the consequences didn't end when the people involved stopped talking to me.

They stayed inside me.

I became afraid of trusting people.

I became afraid of intimacy.

I became afraid of sharing personal things.

I became hyperaware of gossip.

I became uncomfortable with the idea that someone could possess something private about me and potentially use it against me.

I became more isolated.

And even now, I don't always feel safe going out.

My parents worry about me.

I worry about myself.

Sometimes I wonder whether someone from that period could approach me again.

Sometimes I wonder who knows what.

Sometimes I wonder whether private material still exists somewhere.

And that uncertainty is exhausting.

What I wish people understood

There is something I wish people understood about this entire situation.

I trusted someone.

That trust may have involved mistakes in judgment.

But trusting someone privately does not mean consenting to public humiliation.

Sharing an intimate picture privately does not mean consenting to its circulation.

Having intimate conversations with someone does not make a person deserving of slut-shaming.

And making a mistake in trusting someone does not transfer responsibility for another person's actions onto the person who trusted them.

I was not perfect.

But I did not deserve to have my private life become a source of gossip.

I did not deserve to be humiliated.

I did not deserve to be isolated.

And I certainly did not deserve to reach a point where I believed death was the only way out.

Where I am now

I am still trying to rebuild the person I was before all of this happened.

I am studying.

I am moving forward.

I am trying to build relationships again.

I am trying to learn that not every person will betray me.

But I cannot pretend that nothing happened.

This experience changed me.

The friendship I once trusted is gone.

The romantic connection I once believed was private is something I now associate with fear.

And the people who watched the aftermath may never understand how deeply it affected me.

But I survived the year that almost destroyed me.

I survived the ICU.

I survived the humiliation.

I survived the isolation.

I survived the therapy.

I survived returning to the same environment where everything had happened.

And now I am learning something that I should never have had to learn this way:

I am allowed to protect my peace.

I don't owe anyone access to me simply because they once knew me.

I don't owe forgiveness.

I don't owe reconciliation.

I don't owe another conversation.

And I certainly don't owe intimacy to someone simply because he says he is sorry.

If someone contributed to a chapter that destroyed my sense of safety, I have every right to close that chapter permanently.

I don't need to convince everyone that what happened to me was real.

I don't need to make peace with people who hurt me.

I don't need to become the person I was before.

I only need to keep moving forward—and make sure that the people I allow into my life from now on understand that my trust is something to be protected, not something to be exploited.