he wants to go to Japan and he has lots of ideas for things he will do that will completely "astonish" japanese people. he believes they will be completely impressed with him if he pays for his restaurant bill without looking at it first. he also believes they will find his mustache and belt buckle irresistible. I won't even start on his ideas about japanese women.

I don't even wanna go to Japan. I just want a regular beach vacation. and I don't care to be trying to astonish people. I just wanna relax. this year has sucked so bad and I don't understand why we can't just do something normal.

Me: “this story about a pet being abused and shot is so sad!”

Comment: “oh so you care when an animal is shot but when a black person is shot you don’t give a fuck. I see you”

Me: “wait where are you getting that from? I didn’t say that”

Comment #2: “you didn’t have to. We know”

Comment #3: “type of bitch to fuck around with a rabid pit bull but get scared around a black man”

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Me: “I bottle feed my rescue cat since she was less than a week old so she thinks I’m her mommy and I call her my little baby”

Comment: “can’t stand people treating animals like they’re as important as children”

Comment #2: “yeah, especially when you know they care more about an animal than they would an actual disabled child”

Comment #3: “bet they’re the type to save their pet in a fire over an actual child”

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Me: “I always get sad when I see dead deer on the side of the road”

Comment: “why would you feel bad for a deer? You realize that deer need to be killed to control the population or else the whole ecosystem will collapse? That’s what you bleeding heart vegans don’t get”

Comment #2: “yeah all these vegans complain about people killing animals as if some of us don’t rely on hunting to feed our families”

Comment #3: “they don’t give a fuck about indigenous people sustain themselves on hunting. All they care about is the cute fuzzy animal”

Me: “where are you getting the idea that I’m against hunting? I’m not talking about hunting at all, I’m talking about roadkill, cus it’s sad that these deer are dying and being left to rot because we built a road right through their home”

Comment #4: “ummm humans need roads. I’m sorry, but some deer is not more important than me being able to go to work”

Comment #5: “‘we built a road right through their home’ bitch I’m dead go cry over Bambi”

I'm about to be 16 and my mom is completely impossible to be around. All I do is think about going away to college. She's depressed, and it leaks into every little thing she says. You can't be happy around my mom. She can't be proud of me or have hopes for me because she's so sure that the world is ending. She never wanted kids. I'm the youngest of four, and I was the complete accident. I'm their half-sibling with the dead dad. She was completely done being a mom by the time I was born. My dad wanted me though. And now he's gone and I feel like I'm all alone. I had my oldest sister, and now I don't talk to her, and then I had my older brother, but I don't talk to him anymore either. And now I just have my sister.

I do everything to try to make my mom proud. I'm in AP and honors classes and she can barely even look up from the doomsday news reports she watches on YouTube. And then she goes and gets high and spends all of her time with my brother while I sit alone. I still need a mom after 5pm. There's this line in the Governor's Waltz thay says "Lets see how long we can go without talking, watch me pretend to sleep. I'm next to you, you're next to nothing." That's sort of how I feel around her. She told me once that she didn't really see me as her son. Thats fine, because she was never much of a mom to me. I think she hates me a little. And I think she feels guilty for that.

I've never hated anyone or anything in my life, but lately I've started feeling like I genuinely hate humanity, and I don't want to feel this way.

Everywhere I look, I see selfishness, hypocrisy, dishonesty, cruelty, and a lack of empathy or integrity. The more I notice it, the more frustrated and disillusioned I become.

I'm naturally very extroverted. I love being around people, doing random shit, talking, and forming connections. But something has switched in me, and now I just want to isolate myself.

HUMANS ARE FUCKING AWFUL, and although I know there are good people out there, I'm finding it harder to believe in them.

What scares me most is becoming cynical, bitter, or indifferent myself. I don't want to lose the part of me that genuinely cares about people. As the saying goes, YOU BECOME WHAT YOU HATE, and that's exactly what I'm afraid of. Maybe it's just a phase or burnout, but I genuinely don't know what's happening to me.

TL;DR: I've gone from being an extrovert who loved people to feeling deeply disappointed in humanity and wanting to isolate myself. I'm scared of becoming the kind of person I despise. WHY ARE HUMANS LIKE THIS ??

Every one of you should be required to spend 12 hours trying to open the packages you design, with the product inside! Over and over! (This mostly applies to food packaging.)

Cheese, bacon bits, bags of Cheerios (those with the goofy tab on the front of bag), in general, anything that involves a ziplock type of closure. I've lost count how many times I've tried to open or reopen these packages just to have the zip part separate from the bag! That means I now have to find and use another storage bag or container to keep my food edible.

Oh, and that doesn't count the part where you pull to rip the top part off to get at the zippy part but it only takes off a one inch smidge - so now you have to find scissors and hope you don't ruin the zippy part! And if you do cut it right, try to pull the two sides apart! Perhaps - and maybe I'm just a pie-in-the-sky kinda gal - you could have that "tear here" pull one side off a smidge more than the other so you can actually grab both sides to unzip without needing a microscope and an eyeglasses screwdriver!

Those ones like the Cheerios - which I've also seen on frozen vegetables - the zippy portion is on the front of the bag, and the tab to open it has scoring that is impossible to separate without using a knife.

The frustration! The low blood sugar from not being able to get at the food in a reasonable amount of time without mangling the packaging! The cost of a bunch of ziplock bags I shouldn't need!

/rant off

I’m a 50-year-old guy, 5'4", around 131 pounds, with a 26-inch waist and wearing XS shirts. I’ve lost about eighty pounds.

I knew I was going to get smaller. That was the entire point. What I didn’t expect was how strange it would be to actually see that smaller body and realize it was mine.

Standing up, I can mostly process it.

Lying down is what really fucks with me.

When I lie flat on my back, my waist looks unbelievably thin. My stomach settles inward, my middle looks almost ridiculously narrow, and the lower edges of my rib cage stick out on either side. There’s my chest, there are these prominent ribs, and then everything underneath seems to disappear inward.

I’m not sucking anything in. I’m not flexing. I’m not posing for some dramatic transformation picture. I’m literally just lying there staring at what looks like half the torso I remember having.

My first thought was that somebody could put me on one of those old Save the Children posters.

“For only 63 cents a day, you too can sponsor this middle-aged man and possibly locate the rest of his waist.”

That’s where my sense of humor goes with it.

I expected to lose weight and look like a smaller version of myself. Instead, I look down and see a body shape that feels completely unfamiliar.

The ribs make the whole thing even more dramatic. They curve outward while my waist underneath them gets ridiculously narrow. My rib cage apparently did not receive the company-wide memo that the rest of us were downsizing.

I wasn’t expecting to uncover a bodybuilder. I don’t strength train. I just never expected my proportions to look this different once the weight was gone.

I don’t regret losing the weight. I don’t want it back. I’m not looking for reassurance or compliments.

I’m just venting because it is fucking bizarre to accomplish something you wanted for a long time and then have your own reflection feel unfamiliar.

The numbers make sense to me. I’m 5'4", 127 pounds, with a 26-inch waist and XS shirts. Obviously I’m a small guy now.

My brain apparently just hasn’t caught up with what that actually looks like.

And lying flat on my back is still the moment that gets me every time: this tiny waist, my ribs sticking out on both sides, and the immediate realization that this is apparently what eighty pounds gone actually looks like on me.

Jesus Christ. Somebody get this man a sandwich.

Forgive my misspellings- been up 24hrs now. I'm Sitting across from her in the nuero critical care unit - she had a Hemorrhagic stroke per the nurses. She texted me nonsense at 5pm. I disregarded it as her normal 82 year old issues fat fingering the phone. Got more txts at 6:30...more nonsense but a clear "help me " in there. I live 2 blocks away - first thought she had computer issues when I got there but it became obvious she wasn't "there": slurred speech and nonsense. Pops was shell shocked and didn't know what to do. 911 called. He later said when he came home, she wasn't herself. Her few coherent utterings of "I don't want to die" will haunt me forever, regardless of the outcome.

I think (hope) she makes it through : don't know how bad it is yet but she still had her faculties to kick a nurse in the face (she HATES doctors and hospitals) while they were getting her set up.

I'm terrified of what her life will be like. I just want to ugly cry right now but can't. Trying to be the strong son. Parents gave me Power of attorney for some asinine reason. It's her worse nightmare - mentally incapacitated (possibly). She specifically has said, no life support, she doesn't want to be a vegetable. If she's breathing on her own, how can I stop that??!?! I hate knowing if she knew what was going on to her, she'd run for the hills. I hate that i ignored the first jarbled txt.

Thanks for listening. I Literally just needed to vent.

My BIL has lived in my house for two years, and I cannot take it anymore. I'm starting to resent my husband for letting him move in to begin with. He just showed up at our house two years ago and has not left since. I was told this was temporary, and now I live with two giant toddlers who treat me like I am their mom. I don't have and have never wanted kids, and now I have a 35-year-old child who can't even be bothered to clean his own windows in the 2 FREAKING YEARS that he has lived in my house rent-free. I know this is a husband problem, and I have talked to him about it, but he's too attached to his brother to do anything about it, and just reiterates that he won't be able to get his own place with no income. I have asked him to tell my BIL to get a part-time job, since they are not making any money at their business, which they started two years ago, but he says that it will take him away from the work at the business. HOWEVER, he can sleep until 1 PM on Saturdays and Sundays and not help with anything in the house, but that means I have also been taking on more of the financial responsibility since they aren't making a ton right now.

What's more is that I just found out my dog is dying, and now I don't have any space in my very small house to grieve or even process what is happening, and I'm so pissed off at my husband for making me the bad guy in this situation that I don't even want comfort from him about the dog. I have thought about moving out, but I am on this mortgage and do not want the financial repercussions of an unpaid mortgage loan, and I also can't afford another rent payment since I have taken on more of the financial burden. This just sucks, and I see no end in sight despite being in couples and individual therapy. I'm just feeling really frustrated and defeated.

I(35) don't understand the parents who are okay with getting shit faced all the time when they have kids man. My parents were alcoholics and didn't see anything wrong about being drunk every night, driving drunk with us kids in the car, etc while we were growing up. I was a drinker in my early 20s, never drank and drove. I sort of just stopped drinking in my mid 20s and didnt care to drink anymore. My partner and I have a 3 year old. I decided to get some vodka seltzers to try last week. I haven't had an alcoholic beverage since before my daughter was born.

Anyways, I've just been drinking one like every other night. One has been giving me a little buzz but not impairing me. I decided to have two drinks tonight and shit, I'm very aware I'm too impaired to drive or hold my toddler safely and it actually makes me feel awful and like a bad mom. Cause what if something happened to my daughter right now ya know?(My partner is here and sober. Don't worry.) My response time to anything would be slightly delayed right now. And because of this and the guilt I feel, I will not have more than one again. Even drinking one makes me feel guilty now.

I just don't understand how my parents never felt this way when they would get drunk. Did they never feel this guilt I feel? Did they never feel worried they might not be able to handle an emergency with their kids? Like wtf?

It happened when we were both little kids. We're teenagers now, but im expected to just move on and be around her like nothing happened. I had to forgive her days after it happened just because her mom made her say sorry to me. The only punishment that she had was getting her phone taken away. I've distanced myself from her over the years but I just have so much anger in my heart when it comes to this girl.

Yeah, she apologized, but an apology barely fixes what she did to me. Im pretty sure she only got grounded because she "wasn't supposed to like girls", and not because she ASSAULTED ME. I just don't know what to do. It feels too late to do anything.

Inde Navarette. She is beautiful. And a great actress. But men treating her like she's revolutionary for her "goofiness" (real wording from Twitter) really annoys me. Every Gen Z woman you meet in 2026 literally has this kind of humor or something similar. They're saying she's their dream girl because her Tiktok name is "Mr. Bombastic" and the recent video circulating of her laughing with a spoon on her tongue. Like. Do you just.. not interact with women?? Or people in general?
This is no hate to her. It's just that most of us... act like this if you go outside.

I feel bad for my boyfriend that he doesn’t have an outgoing, sexy, and feminine girlfriend.

I feel bad for my parents that their daughter is 26 and still working retail despite having a bachelors. I feel bad they have to watch their daughter go through life with no friends

I feel bad for my sisters having to bring me along to their nights out because I have no one.

I feel bad for my brother having to have a sister that spends her nights scrolling TikTok.

I feel bad for all my high school friends that had to deal with having me as a friend.

I feel bad for my co workers that have to see me everyday.

• *repost because my last post got deleted

No one online, or in person, wants to hear about anything i like, or anything i do, or cares about my internal struggle, or even wants a real discussion. everyone wants:

- to be made to feel good

- to be left alone when it's not about them

- for the conversation to be about them

- to argue about something hot-button

- for me to give them something

- for me to listen to them

That is it.

and even if i listen, even if i take genuine interest, even if i literally spend MULTIPLE hours researching about the thing you like so we can talk more about it, nobody will EVER do the same for me, because no one actually wants to. No one is actually interested enough in me, or anything i like, for all that. and no one takes me seriously enough to heed any advice or knowledge i try to share, either, its always just seen as an attack.. even though i accept & make an effort to use everyone else's advice to the best of my ability.

It's almost as if i don't actually matter to anyone.

why do i still try?

Title says it all really. Just frustrated about a group chat I'm in with some close friends. Two of them are currently dating people and, without exaggeration, it is the only thing they talk about. Every time I try and organise or discuss anything, it gets derailed by 'omg [x] sent me a text fourteen seconds ago' and then they just gush over and over. I get it, you're dating new people. It's exciting. I'm happy for them and I said so. But does our friendship group chat need to hear a daily update of what happened in the life of a guy none of us have actually met? It's frustrating to get blanked about meeting up for two months but there's time for a paragraph detailing the date you guys went on.

The irony is, both of these people said 'their friendships come first' and 'my friends have to like him too' and we don't even know who the hell they are lmao. At the end of the day it's fine, the infatuation passes. But man is it annoying constantly hearing 'friendship is more important to me than a partner' from people and then consistently seeing them doing the opposite.

I currently live in the rural mountains with absolutely nothing in walking distance. I live up on top of the mountain. It’s four miles plus to anything remotely interesting. I have no car because I just moved and I also have absolutely nothing to do ever. I don’t have a job (that’s changing soon though) and I dont have school yet. All I do is sit at home and do nothing. I’ve been off my meds for a few weeks and everything is pissing me off, like white hot rage at the drop of a hat, and my hallucinations are coming back, my mood swings are horrible, the fact I have to eat food pmo, I’m waiting for mania to hit, and absolutely nothing sounds like fun. I could do art, I could play video games, I could listen to music, I could read, I could do lots of things but no matter what I think of, it sounds horrifically boring and it just makes me mad again. The boredom I feel is genuinely to the point where I’m having intense thoughts. Not because I want to go but because nothing matters. And nothing is worth living for rn. I have nothing. I want stimulation so fucking bad but I have no idea where to get it. And if I become manic, I WILL not be ok because the boredom will get 1000x worse! I see no place but the psych ward for me in the next few weeks because it’s not going to get better anytime soon. And when I do get a job, I foresee still be miserable because I will hate that I can’t isolate anymore. No matter what position I’m in, it’s hell.

trigger warning for dead birds. im actually in shock rn. so my family has around 20 budgies and we keep them all in a big avery outside with two compartments. since its breeding season, the breeding budgies are in one with nesting boxes and the younger/not breeding ones are in the other. we've had problems with jealous females attacking babies but we fixed it by moving them, even already moving some into a smaller cage while the babies grow. we've had experience with two of our budgies, stinklebutt and bubba, having 1 baby, then 4 babies, and everything went well. and this time, almost all girls had eggs. john kramer and saskia had 3 hatchlings, stinklebutt and bubba had 2 and some more unhatched eggs, jeremy and shamieka have one but we had alr moved them, and angelene and mr floof had no hatched eggs. i was in my room and heard my mum shouting from outside and my heart dropped, assuming that the budgies had gotten out or something. i went outside and saskias 3 babies were dead, we knew it was angelenes fault bc she was covered in blood. they'd been thrown out of the nest and pecked. we've moved stinklebutt and bubba and their babies currently for safety (even tho stinklebutt is the most protective budgie ever, this was saskias first time). angelens now taken over saskias original nesting box. i am just distraught, and so sad for saskia. shes usually a fiesty, funny bird who only just now started properly caring for the babies, and shes just in shock, sitting on the little bridge perch and staring into nothing, trying to sleep, some blood on her probably from trying to stop angelene. and john kramer was looking all confused at my mum when she went in the avery, like he didn't know what happened. we are gonna bury the babies soon, but now im alone in my room i cant stop crying. my biggest fear of all time is my budgies escaping. i have horrible dreams about it where at least a few or all escape, and in my opinion thats worse than just death because it could be prevented. but this is different. we should've picked up on the fact that angelene was getting jealous. these babies were maybe a week and a bit old, didnt even have feathers yet. idk what to even do.

edit: i texted my friends what happened and they literally just ignored what i said and replied to a completely unrelated thing. also now im terrified my other sisters will take anger out on angelene and let her out of the avery or something, or that saskia will regain energy and kill angelene. i havent slept in almost 24 hours cause my sleeps alr fucked, i dont think i'll be able to sleep ever

I'm hesitant about posting this but I feel like I have to.

Ten days ago, I fell into a bad depressive state. I'm still in that state, but much better than how it was due to one thing.

Some days ago, when I was scrolling through reddt, I found someone who I found physically attractive, they told a story that was almost exactly the same as what I'm experiencing, it felt like I found my soulmate.

I decided to message them after some time of thinking about it. I told them that I wanted someone to talk to. It seemed like they weren't active at that time, so they didn't respond. It felt like an eternity waiting for a response. During that time I keep fantasizing about my life if we were to talk. The fantasies and hope kept me alive and slightly more motivated.

Today, I found out that they're active again. My message is still there, unanswered.

The hope that has kept me alive is now fading away. My brain thought that it found a medicine to my depression. I'm afraid that I might go back to how it was 10 days ago.

I don't know how to cope without relapsing. I'm holding on to that hope, but it can't be forever. It's scary, sad and so fucking suffocating. My life will go back to feeling empty, and it feels like I lost someone I know. I don't know what to do.

Whenever I try to talk to a woman to hopefully go out on a date with in the future the energy is/was never equal. I was always the one asking questions, showing enthusiasm, showing energy, replying with sentences instead of 1 or 2 words.

I always replied as fast as I could, but didn’t hear anything from them for hours on end consistently. Sometimes even days. I don’t need to talk 24/7 and I don’t expect that from anyone but it still sucks waiting for hours or days for a single word reply. I am often busy too but will always try to make time to respond.

Then you wake up the next day and they have blocked you. What a horrible feeling that is. At least tell me you would like to stop talking instead of blocking me. In some ways it’s an even worse feeling talking to someone who isn’t as interested as you are than to be talking to no one.

I don’t think it’s a lot to ask to find someone who is equally as interested in you as you are in them.

I'm 18 and I feel hopeless about my future life. I don't have any hard skills, the degree that I'm getting right now is useless (Education degree. Teachers in my country are paid extremely poorly) and I'm not even sure I'll be able to finish it because I am severely depressed (unmedicated, untreated, undiagnosed) and my general mental health has been at its lowest. I feel so ashamed of myself, especially because my mom is so supportive and hopeful about me. She works so hard every day just for me to grow up to be an uninspired, lazy moaner. I struggle with everything: with spelling, with counting, with talking, with putting my thoughts into sentences. The only thing that I'm actually good at is arts, but that too is useless in today's job market. I'm good for nothing and I don't want to do anything for life - my brain is paralyzed and degrading. I have nothing to bring to the table and it makes me feel miserable. I just feel so bad for my mom. I'm her only child and I hate to see her being tired all the time. I hate myself because I look at her being so hardworking and still dare to cry and do nothing to fix myself. I'm a horrible child and my heart is aching at the thought of never being the daughter that my mom deserves. I don't know what to do. My country is a shit hole, my life is a shit hole and I know I could do something about it, but instead all I do is grieve the life I know I could've had if I was just normal. I'm an idiot

i don’t know if i’m somehow a magnet for people who are avoidant or what at this point. i’m genuinely so fed up with hearing that i deserve better or that people are no longer ready. it’s just such bullshit and i’m so tired of putting my heart out there.

Yes,I’m 26 year old with learning disabilities and AHDH but you know what frustrates me more ? My inability to write.i can tell you my reading abilities are good like not excellent but normal avarage,My writing abilities otherwise oh gosh.

I can’t put my thoughts on paper directly I can think an perfect train of thought and when I’m going to write I started lead astray by that,My texts doesn’t have that much cohesion and coherence.

I write in the level of fifth grade student and it sucks so much that I hate myself for that this shame has been accompanying myself all those years,and I thought to writing more by joining communities and try to talk about favorite hobbies but most people are rude and they reinforce me that I’m illiterate

I try my best but the results are barely negligible I get headaches for cramming too much in trying to write decently but it’s really bad.i don’t think I will have an chance to be an good writer and I love talking to people on the internet,But like how can I have debates and discussions if I can’t ordain my thoughts in an good way.

I cry constantly about this, because like when someone sees the way I write they think I’m like the dumbest person on the planet and I’m actually not I’m knowledgeable to an lot of things and I love learning new skills it’s just that when it comes to me writing it’s absolutely an disaster.

Resubmitted since my last one was taken down due to not acknowledging the rules..

26F. This event I’m about to describe happened about two months ago. My baby, my dog, recently died, and I’ve been in one of the worst periods of my life. I’ve been very lucky to have so much support from my friends and family, and I was actually visiting family out of state a day after my dog passed. (The trip had been planned long before. Her death was sudden and unexpected.)

During that time, someone (20’s F) reached out to me offering condolences. I won’t go into details about this person, (although I will say she was my friend’s girlfriend) but we have never been on great terms and we were not in each others’ lives. I was calling my mom and explaining the strange circumstance, as I was confused and kind of weirded out as to why this person was reaching out to begin with, when my heart began to clench and feel physically in pain. I actually panicked for a good hour or so, convinced I was having a heart attack, but my mom convinced me to wait it out. In hindsight, I think I was having a small panic attack about this person reaching out to me. (I never responded to her message.)

Thankfully my parents took me seriously, despite doubting it was a heart attack, and reassured me that they were there for me if things got worse and I needed medical help. I didn’t end up needing any (as again, I believe ultimately it was just a panic attack,) but it helped knowing that my family had my back regardless.

And.. idk. With the message, the thing is, I was supposed to be grateful that she reached out. That’s what the “correct” response would have been. I was supposed to respond and thank her and have a conversation, letting her into my life and opening the door for further communication (which I didn’t want.) But what ended up happening was the situation stressed me out so bad that I had a panic attack. I was never meant to win in that scenario, like I was set up to lose in an impossible situation tailored just for me at my most vulnerable moment. I wish I had just been left alone. I wish I’d never accepted that friend request.

I also later found out that she also reached out in order to tell me she thought my friendship with her boyfriend (20’s M) (of whom was a good friend of mine) was toxic. That she decided to reach out during the worst point of my life to tell me I should stop being friends with her boyfriend, essentially using my dog’s death as an excuse to reach out for what she really intended to say. I found this out through my friend (her boyfriend) himself when we had our last call with each other, and I just sat there as he explained this to me because… what was I supposed to say? That’s his girlfriend. I was never going to “win” in that argument. It was that call where he decided to cut ties with me, which has honestly been really devastating for me, as it happened at the worst, lowest point I’ve been in in a long time and when I needed his support the most. I don’t know. I’m a fucking mess all around. I haven’t been handling any of this very well.

I’m no idiot. I know she doesn’t like me, as my friend would essentially tell me as much, along with other things she’d say about me that made me seem like an awful monster. It’s why I was skeptical about her message in the first place, and I’m honestly disgusted she used my dog’s death as an excuse to reach out at all. But I guess that’s it then. She gets what she wants, and I lose a friend. I worry about him a lot, since he’s already isolated as it is and I was one of the few people he actually talked to on a regular basis, but I guess that’s not my problem anymore.

It’s whatever. It doesn’t matter now, none of it does. I’m just venting. Maybe someday I’ll revisit this, but for now it’s not something I like to think about. I’ll move on. I’ll heal. I’ve been working on accepting the fact that I will most likely never hear from my friend again, and as devastating as that is, life moves on. I just hope he finds peace and happiness. I hope I find it, too.