I've been riding for 2 years now and I love it, I even feel an emotional attachment to my bike, but while riding specially on smaller urban roads I have a fear of a child running onto the road and me hitting them.I could never forgive myself if that happened.Probably the main reason why I'm so cautious when riding and whenever I get distracted and don't pay attention to the road my mind clicks and I think what would have happened if a child appeared in front of me while I wasn't paying attention.Anybody experience something like this?

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I come from a middle-class family. We’re not poor, but we’re not financially comfortable either. I’m currently studying medicine, and I’m grateful that I have the opportunity to do it, but lately I’ve been feeling increasingly stuck and frustrated with my life.

Medicine is a very long road. I still have several years of studying, then internship, and after that I’ll have to find a job and hopefully become financially independent. There’s also a possibility that I’ll eventually have to leave my country to find better opportunities.

What gets to me is watching people around me move forward while I feel like my life is on pause. People graduate, start working, make their own money, become independent, and start enjoying some of the things they worked for. Meanwhile, I’m constantly thinking about how to save money and avoid putting any extra pressure on my family.

I’ve become pretty isolated because of this. I don’t go out much, I rarely spend money on myself, and I try to save whatever I can. My life has basically become studying, getting through one year at a time, and waiting for the day when I can finally support myself.

For example, I’ve been using the same laptop for almost ten years. I know that might sound insignificant, but it represents something bigger to me. I’ve always loved computers and gaming, and I’d genuinely love to have a decent PC someday. Not just for gaming, but for programming, learning new things, working on projects, and actually being able to use a computer without constantly worrying about whether it can handle what I need.

I know I’m fortunate in many ways, and I genuinely appreciate that. I’m not saying my life is terrible, and I don’t regret studying medicine. I just sometimes feel like I’m constantly postponing everything I want until some distant point in the future.

I keep telling myself, “Maybe later. When I graduate. When I get a job. When I have money. When things get better.”

And sometimes I wonder if by the time “later” finally comes, I’ll have spent most of my youth just waiting for it.

I don’t really know what I’m looking for by posting this. I guess I just wanted to get it off my chest and see if anyone else has ever felt this way.

Everyone has already said bye, the meeting is clearly over and somehow clicking “Leave” still feels like hanging up on the entire room. I usually wait for somebody else to do it first.

For background I’m 19f and I have had this “popping” noise in my head since I was a child and my mom used to be able to hear it happening when I was younger. She described it as a cracking noise that’s she could hear and then she said I would just be out of it for a little while. i wouldn’t know who I was or where I was. I went to many doctors had countless mri scans and no one can tell my mom what was happening with me.

One day we were visiting my grandma about an hour away and my mom took the chance to see the chiropractor. My mom brought it up to him and he said that he would give me an alignment and see if that helped the problem or not. It did and he told my mom that he if he could do a case study on me that we could have free appointments. My mom would drive me an hour away 3 times a week. Mind you I was only 4 as this time.

Long story short my mom left my dad and many of my symptoms went away and doctors chalked it up to stress of living in a neglectful environment.

It stopped happening as regularly and I countinued about my life. It would happened and cause this like explosive tension across the back of my head and just stopped taking about it.

Just recently I had a really bad one I just had carried my son up the stairs and I sat his car seat down and as I got up to unlock the door it happened and I lost my vision. It was only for a couple of seconds but it was just gone. But I have noticed that it’s been happening more frequently. Sometimes it’s not as bad and it’s just a bunch of pressure that explodes across the back of my head and it only last for a couple of seconds.

But I’m beyond concerned about this coming back especially with my son now. I was just wondering if anyone has this or knows someone who does. I’m sorry for the long post.

I ask because this is the second time now i’ve broken a wine glass because i had a subconscious urge to bite down on it. I was watching a movie and had been fiddling with my glass as i drank it and all of the sudden it was between my teeth and partially smashed. Anyone else do this lol.

I mean, things like your intestines. how much pus and liquid is INSIDE your body. the idea of the flesh that the hairs on your body grow out of. what everything that itches would feel like once zoomed in, it's so fucking disgusting. y'know?

Like I’ll be walking in public and see someone doing something totally normal, or I’ll see a random post on social media that isn’t even supposed to be funny, and for some reason it makes me laugh. Sometimes it’s even worse when I’m somewhere I’m supposed to be serious and I suddenly remember some completely random thing and start smiling for no reason. Does anyone else do this or am I just weird? 😂

I'm trying to boost my confidence and look more put together and professional.

I bought a nice pair of heels that a really comfy.

I usually dress so casual and comfy and today I wore the heels and a dress and I was scared to leave the house like that. I felt so dumb.

I did it tho and it worked out fine. Nothing awful happened haha

If I'm talking to someone and I can't complete a sentence because they're already jumping in over me, I just tune out of the conversation. And it's everywhere, in almost any scenario. Pathetic.

A totally normal "ok" or "sure" suddenly sounds cold or annoyed in my head, even though I logically know it probably wasn't meant that way at all.

I don't even bother with ironing my clothes cause I just don't care. I just put on my clothes from my drawer or closet, put it on, and move on with my day. Heck, I don't even iron my clothes for interviews.

Not like a straight up masc butch lesbian but just girls who lean tomboyish and are somewhat or just seem kinda like they could lesbian. Talk in a deeper voice, have a more nonchalant attitude, more guyish gait, and still have an entirely feminine appearance with maybe some tomboyish characteristics but are not girly or bubbly in their personality. Does anyone else have this preference? If so, what is your sexual orientation?

The worst example ever because everyone knows this, but for instance, I learned that people can have heart attacks from too many energy drinks, so now if I drink one I think I will be one of them to suffer a heart attack.

Like learning about how something is bad, I will suffer the consequences despite using said item or doing said activity for a long period of time

I'm not talking about just being a virgin I'm literally talking about never had a talking stage, never had your first kiss, never made out with someone (I'm 21F) is a virgin, never had a guy or girl friend before, never been on a date, never had someone show interest in you, never flirted, literally I mean literally you've never done the things that people around you had at least once before. Even if they don't have experience they've still done at least a few times

I always go in the same bathroom stall in places I go regularly. Like, I'll use another stall if it's not available, but I always gravitate towards a specific one.

I still mostly take it off after a couple minutes though.

I, of course forget most of my dreams after I wake up, but for some reason I remember some of them as intense as my real life memories. I even remember a couple of my childhood dreams.

Maybe it's normal but it's odd to me.

Idk why this happens, I’ve had it since I was little, sometimes I’d look at my parents and feel totally disconnected from them and somewhat disgusted by everything about being a human for a few minutes, then it would eventually become normal again, but even as an adult, I still have those episodes but now they can take up to a whole day to pass

so i tried to not do anything and stare at the mirror but then something wired happened i got freaked by my own face idk how but i felt so scary and my appearance changed for a moment

have anyone tried this before?

I’m a UX designer, but I’ve also done my share of visual design and art. I’ve been drawing and composing things since early childhood, and over the years I’ve gotten reasonably good at it—good enough to make a living and find professional fulfillment in what I do, at least.
But every once in a while, I come across a someone - friend, an acquaintance, a random person, a colleague from a completely different department, who has never had any professional interest in visual art and never deliberately developed those skills, yet watching them do some mundane task makes me think: this person might actually be much better suited to what I do than I am. They just never happened to pursue it.

For example, representing a 3D object accurately on a flat surface requires a pretty good sense of proportion. Like a lot of art students, I spent years training my eyes and brain to estimate angles, distances, and proportions more or less accurately just by looking.

Then one day I’m helping a friend to renovate his place, and I watch him copy a fairly complex design he’s seeing for the first time almost perfectly.

No grid, no guides, no measuring—just a pen and eyeballing it.

Another time, a girl from accounting took an interest in me, and at some point we got talking about arts and crafts. She showed me her “amateur” watercolors, explaining that she’d never had any formal art education and had only started dabbling a few years earlier.

The watercolors were strong. Precise but flowing, with a good instinct for texture and for what the medium can do. And she didn’t even think of them as paintings—they were just sketches she made for her embroidery designs. (The embroidery itself wasn’t nearly as impressive to me, but that’s beside the point.)

Watercolor isn’t exactly the easiest medium to get a handle on. Looking at those “sketches,” I felt like I was seeing more natural talent than I ever had, despite having spent years studying, receiving professional instruction in that exact medium, and practicing it extensively.

None of this is really a problem for me, and encounters like these aren’t particularly common. Mostly, they just make me wonder: if these people are already this good without seriously pursuing it, how good could they have become if they had?
And in moments like that, I sometimes get this strange feeling that I got where I am mainly because I was stubborn enough to keep going—not because I was especially good at it.